#All this and cuddling for warmth and near death experiences and the comfort of the darkness over the light

[aeor-is-for-reccing]

Near Death Experiences: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week, we have fifteen fics that have to deal with Caleb and Essek nearly (or temporarily) dying under the cut! Lots of hurt/comfort in this one. As ever, if you like them, don't forget to Kudos or comment!

Of Broken Plans and Places to Be by ThreeGremlinsInATrenchcoat (8856, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek catches a fatal disease in Aeor designed to resist clerical healing. Caleb must take care of him while the rest of the Mighty Nein race to find a cure.

Reccer says: Another excellent sick fic, this time with Essek as the patient.

The Mind and the Malady by SaltCore (38941, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence, some body horror in the form of coughing up bloody flowers

Hanahaki fic where Essek falls so hopelessly in love with Caleb post-97 that it's literally killing him. He could cure himself, but the price (reverting back to the man he was prior to meeting Caleb) is one that Essek would rather die than pay. That he could be cured by Caleb ever loving him back is, of course, a laughable notion.

Reccer says: A beautifully written example of not-actually-one-sided pining, with literal life or death stakes. I don't normally care for hanahaki fics, but I reread this one often.

Zedrinset by LuckyOwlsFoot (4599, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Essek is kidnapped by a monster that promises a fate worse than death. Caleb risks everything to save him, and Essek is powerless to do anything but watch

Reccer says: Another good execution of a relatively simple premise. Caleb goes absolutely feral in Essek's defense in a very sexy way

Tomb of Rust by LuckyOwlsFoot (23682, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Caleb and Essek go through the wringer in Aeor, stumbling from near-death-experience to near-death-experience

Reccer says: Caleb and Essek go through the *wringer* in this one, with lots of wonderful tender comfort at the end

A Fire Frozen in Ice by Professor_Rye (5755, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb catches a deadly disease that's slowly freezing him to death, Essek struggles to keep him alive andfind a cure before it's too late

Reccer says: Very tasty sick fic with Essek as the caretaker

Contrapasso by SaltCore (4856, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Temporary character death and resurrection

Canon divergence AU where Essek is kidnapped and magically imprisoned by Ludinus as a hostage against the Mighty Nein. Essek has to let Caleb mercy kill him in order to escape

Reccer says: This fic was written for the Whumptober 2021 prompt "Trust Fall" which is a good description of what reading this fic feels like, emotionally.

bow shock by SaltCore (4613, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Caleb is very nearly murdered in his bed by a Trent loyalist, Essek saves him at the last moment.

Reccer says: A skillful execution (pun intended) of a very simple premise. Essek goes feral over Caleb's safety in the sexiest, sweetest way imaginable

heliopause by SaltCore (5035, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

A direct sequel and companion piece to bow shock, with the same basic premise, only this time Essek is the one in mortal danger and Caleb is the one who comes to his rescue

Reccer says: This one is great for all the same reasons bow shock is, I highly recommend reading them together

A Very Silent Night by Professor_Rye (7324, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Modern AU, Caleb and Essek get into a car accident in the middle of the night on a lonely mountain road in the middle of winter. Essek is badly hurt, and Caleb has to cuddle with him for warmth to make sure he survives the night

Reccer says: A simple but very well done fic where the two pining idiots in love have to share body heat to survive, with a thoughtful examination of fantasy racism on the side.

the only way out is through the ditch by SaltCore (6971, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Temporary character death and resurrection

Essek is caught in a deadly trap in Aeor, and Caleb can do nothing except watch him die a slow and painful death, praying that he will be able to revive him later. (aka: Wrath of Khan, Shadowgast edition)

Reccer says: Absolutely agonizing to read in the best way possible, with a wonderful catharsis at the end. Also one of the most creative (if gruesome) depictions of a transmutation wizard's version of raise dead that I've ever seen

infinity in the palm of your hand by mousecookie (5752, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Major Character Death

Canon divergence for episode 116 where the M9 find Essek - seemingly dead - in an Aeorian corridor with the rest of the Kryn adventuring party. Tagged MCD because of how it's framed but also Temporary Character Death.

Reccer says: I liked it!

we never do go over (we always gotta go through) by Chrome (17169, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Five times Essek woke up with level(s) of exhaustion and one time he didn't.

Reccer says: It's a classic 'Essek sacrifices himself nearly to death, then the Nein comfort him back to health' fic. Wonderful hurt comfort.

Sending for aid by TormentaPrudii (1449, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

Cad receives a frantic Sending from Caleb and has to walk him through first-aid to stabilize Essek long enough to rest and Teleport to the Grove.

Reccer says: The outsider POV and only getting twenty-five word glimpses into the wizards’ situation really hammered the tension home in the best way

rumors of my demise by words-writ-in-starlight (6184, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

Essek is arrested by the Dynasty and sentenced to death. He doesn't want his friends risking their lives in a rescue, so pretends like nothing is wrong. His friends turn out to have opinions about that.

Reccer says: Another Whumptober inspired fic where Essek gets to learn just how far his friends are willing to go for him. Features temporary character death and resurrection of that's your jam

Hold Me Close, Cut Me Deep by CatgirlTheCrazy (14192, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek falls victim to an incubus, and it turns him on Caleb

Reccer says: Pitch perfect angst and drama as the wizards fight, and then fight over who uses their limited healing options

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast.

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Falling in love with Maggie Greene, but not having the courage to tell her, until you almost die from an injury while on a supply run. F reader

Btw..your blog rocks

༉‧₊˚. 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 || 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞

― pairing: maggie greene x fem plus size!reader

― era: season 4

― summary: it started when you allowed yourself to entertain a silly crush that had unexpectedly festered, reaching a boiling point when a run threatens your life.

― warnings: typical twd violence, head injuries, mentions of blood, mutual pining, near death experiences, angst, fluff.

― wc: 1490

⋆ a/n: i feel like it's been too long since i've written a wlw fanfiction, and i'm not going to lie, i have a few wlw wips resting in my drafts, so definitely expect a lot more wlw fanfiction to come out in the next few weeks!

masterlist | AO3

The first thought on your mind when you saw Maggie on that horse was gorgeous, like a princess riding in on her steed to retrieve Lori. Maybe it was an inappropriate thought seeing as though Carl was laid up in one of the bedrooms with a gunshot wound, but you couldn’t help but stare at her with hearts in your eyes during the moment she made eye contact with you. Hershel’s stubbornness was what allowed your feelings for the southern girl to fester; you thought that you would never see Maggie again due to her father wanting your family off his property as soon as Carl was well.

Well, that’s what you thought before Daryl got himself tossed off a horse and impaled with his own arrow, forcing your stay to be extended for longer than you had originally thought. It was safe to say that you were fucked from then on, because the farm went up in flames, soon becoming trapped on the road with her, being forced to share beds, clothes, food, facilities, anything that you could think of, so it wasn’t surprising that you had grown to become like a best friend to her.

It was hard to say the least, to be able to talk to her, to hug her, to allow her to go on runs without you there; you were unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her, and the feeling smothered you like a pillow over your head.

So, when there was an opportunity to go out on a run with a couple of others, you were quick to jump at the space you could put between you and Maggie.

As you stood next to the loading truck, there stood your worried best friend, badgering you about things that you could have potentially forgotten.

“You have yer gun? Yer knife?” She questioned. You laughed airily, “Yes, Mags. I have everything. You’re acting like you’re sending me off to war.” You couldn’t help but joke. “That’s what it feels like.” She responded. You could see it in her face, despite how tough and fierce she was, she was truly worried about your safety. Hesitantly, you swallowed your nerves, gripping her hand in yours and pulling it towards your body.

“Maggie, I’m going to be fine, okay? You know Daryl, Sasha, Glenn and Michonne aren’t going to let anything happen to me. Were a family, a unit, remember?” You asked to comfort her. “I know, I’m jus’ always so used’ta havin' you behind the walls.” You sighed, feeling a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Sounds like you’re going to have a hard time sleeping without me,” You couldn’t help but tease, “Maybe Beth would be fine with being a substitute midnight cuddle buddy.” Ever since the farm had fallen, there was always an unspoken agreement between the two of you, that during the cold nights of sleeping under the stars in the woods, the both of you would gravitate towards the other, sharing your warmth with one another as you held each other close.

That habit had followed you all the way until your family had discovered the prison.

Yes, there were bunk beds, but you’d always find yourself cramped together on the bottom bunk – which happened to be Maggie’s – your head resting on her chest as she ran her fingers through your hair. At one point in time, your constant touchiness could have been received as platonic, but lately, that line had begun to blur, which was why you needed this, needed to get away, just to be able to screw your head back on straight.

“Pfft, she grew outta that once she turned ten.” She joked, finally cracking a smile. “I don’t think I ever will.” You said boldly, looking at her through your eyelashes. You could see her smile widen, her grip tightening on your hand. You peered into each other’s eyes, the feeling causing your throat to feel like it was going to close. Your enamored staring was interrupted by Daryl whistling at you, a knowing smirk on his face that even he couldn’t hold back.

“C’mon, we gotta go!” He exclaimed before turning to straddle his bike. You looked back at Maggie, “I’ll be back,” You said firmly, “I promise.”

Scouring the place was easy, everyone in the group split up, yourself making your way over to the medicine counter. You hopped over it, scouring through the aisles that had long been raided besides a few stray bottles that you decided to pocket.

“So, you and Maggie, huh?” You heard Michonne ask from behind you. Your whole body tensed up; there was no judgement in her voice as she asked you, who would she be if she did? Ever since Rick had brought in Woodbury residents, there had been many gay couples and individuals with different identities. “It’s not like that.” You forced yourself to say, albeit sadly. “I have a hard time believing that.” She scoffed with a smile. “Even if there was…” Before you were able to say anything, a hand shot out from the ground behind one of the shelves, pulling you down. Before you were able to react, you fell headfirst into the shelving, hearing Michonne call out your name as your forehead came in contact with the wood before everything turned black.

Maggie could have sworn her heart stopped as she saw your body being held up by Daryl and Glenn, your arms slung over their shoulders.

“What happened?” She couldn’t help but yell out frantically. “Someone get my dad! Please!” There were tears in her eyes as her hands cupped your face, lifting your head up. There was a gash right above your left eyebrow, bleeding heavily as a bruise had begun to form on your face. “’Chonne said a walker grabbed ‘er, almost takin’ a chunk outta ‘er leg. ‘Face took most of the damage.” Daryl explained, hurdling your body towards one of the cells so Hershel could take a look at you.

You don’t remember what had happened, only that you had a splitting headache, and someone was holding you tightly. Turning your head to the side, you squinted your eyes, allowing yourself to adjust to your surroundings. There sat Maggie, her weary gaze settled on you.

“Maggie? What- What happened?” You couldn’t help but grumble. “You were on a run with the others when a walker got the jump on you. ‘M glad Michonne was there, or ya woulda turned into walker food.” She tried to try and joke around with you, but it seems as though that her gut feeling that something bad was going to happen was true. “Jesus.” You said to yourself under your breath, your left hand that was free of being held coming to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I almost lost you, ya know.” Maggie said suddenly, her lower lip quivering as unshed tears clouded her eyes. “I know you did, and I’m so sorry,” You spoke softly, as if you were afraid that she might break, “I got distracted.” You allowed a crestfallen smile to break out on your face. “Michonne and I were talking about you.” You said breathlessly, your stomach twisting in uncomfortable knots, nerves rattling through your veins. “Me?” She asked, her tone amused. “Yeah. Uh- she was teasing me, about having a crush on you,” You looked down, fiddling with her fingers, “At first, I tried to deny it, but… she was right. I do like you a lot. So much that it feels like I can’t breathe… that I- that I can’t think. Ever since the farm, ever since I saw you on that horse of yours, you haven’t left my head since.” You confessed bashfully, the feeling of bile threatening to rise at the back of your throat.

Your eyes flitted up to hers for a split second before looking down.

“I’m sorry if this makes you feel weird… or if you don’t feel the same. I get that you probably aren’t even into girls and…” You felt two soft hands cup your cheeks, raising your head up so that you’d finally meet her gaze. There was a big smile on her face, one that told you that you were okay. She leaned down, lips gently grazing yours.

There were sparks behind her sweet caresses, ones that drew a sweet gasp from you, your hands gripping hers that were holding your face. Her thumb ran over the plush of your flesh, savoring the taste of you, indulging in the feelings she’s had for you ever since she met you. When she pulled away, you wanted to chase her lips, to drag her back down and kiss her for the rest of your life.

“So, I guess you feel the same?” You asked sheepishly, unsure of how to interpret her kiss. “Lord.” She snorted with a laugh before nodding and pulling you into a kiss again.

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

Okay but I will beg for an awkward, cute Daryl one bed trope confession fic. 👀 I feel like I haven’t seen nearly enough of them for him.

I live this out in my head at least six times a day.

Also this has way more of a plot than I intended and way longer than I intended, 2k lmao, but. Ya know me.

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"Didn't have to come out here, ya know." Daryl mumbles, stripping himself out of his poncho as he sets it out to dry, whistling to Dog as I shift my weight back and forth between my feet. From what I've gathered from Carol's stories, Dog was possibly the best thing to happen to Daryl in a really long time. He was a loyal companion, he's kept Daryl safe, and I can only imagine that he's been a comfort to him like he was to me all those years.

My hands itch to reach out to him, to hug him, to be back in his arms after all this time. After Rick, he took off, unable to move on and unable to accept Rick's untimely death. It was a hard experience to move on from, to grow as a civilization following the explosion at the bridge. But we all had to do it, even Michonne eventually had to set herself back down on earth and be there for her kids.

But Carol has been trying to convince him for years to come home, to go to any of the locations to at least be safe and sound with other people, other people he claimed to love and care for at one point. But he didn't want to, he wanted to be on his own, without anyone holding him down. He claimed it was how it should've been from the start.

This was the longest we'd gone without seeing each other since we've known each other, since the beginning of this whole thing. The longest I've gone without seeing him, being near him, high-fiving him, anything.

It took me months to get his location out of Carol's beautiful mind, begging and pleading and doing her jobs. I worked in the mud, I made food, I worked with people I hated to work with, I babysat Negan for hours and hours on end just to be able to come and see the man who's currently acting as if I'm not even here.

Daryl still doesn't realize how much he was missed. How much he is missed.

"It's been three years, Daryl." I sit down on the log in front of the fire, watching him as he works around the camp, ignoring the obvious- ignoring me. "I came all the way out here for you, will you please just talk to me?" I plead, shivering a bit as I run my hands over my upper arms, trying to gain all the warmth from the fire as I can.

Daryl turns to me, jaw gritted and chest heaving as he blinks rapidly. His eyes look over my shivering frame, my clothes damp from walking through the rain and a look of realization passes over his expression. He softens a bit, wiping his hands off on his pants as he steps around the fire to sit next to me.

"You walked here? In the rain?" He asks, my head bobbing in a simple nod as he sighs, shrugging off his jacket to wrap around my shoulders before pulling me into his side. "Dumbass." I chuckle, sniffling as I tug the jacket further around me, cuddling into his side.

An hour had to have passed before I started yawning, Daryl laughing quietly at my side as he stands, holding his hands out for me to take. He helps me up as I wobble a bit, body weak from walking the last few days. It had been the worst walk than it could've possibly been, between the walkers, the freezing rain, the lack of comfort. It was bad, but the endgame was going to be worth it- it is worth it.

"Lie down." Daryl nods towards his make shift cot, his arms supporting me as I lay back, feeling Daryl pull at my boots.

"I can do it-"

"Shut up." He laughs, untying my boots and tossing them onto the ground. Leaning over to his bag, watching him as I rest my arms under my head as he pulls out a fresh pair of socks, waving them in front of me as I reach out for them. "I got it, you need't rest." He whispers, sitting down on the edge of the cot as he pulls my wet socks off.

It makes my heart happy to see him again, to let him take care of me like he used to. He always kept me out of trouble, saved me if I was in trouble, and helped me heal from any and all trouble I've been through since the world went to shit.

"Thanks." I whisper, curling my legs up to my chest as I scoot over, making enough room for him on the cot. He looks down at me with a sideways glance, hands on his hips as Dog nuzzles his way into the makeshift tent. "Come on, D, stop acting like we haven't slept in worse conditions." I chuckle, my heart fluttering as he sighs with a playful eye roll, sitting down beside me. I watch as his fingers pull at his gloves, tossing them to the side along with his vest.

He lays down quietly on his back, hands resting on his chest as his fingers drum nervously. He looks boyish, biting at the inside of his cheek, eyes avoiding looking over at me due to the proximity. Proximity and closeness were never things he was particularly good with, always liking his own space because it made it easier for him to think. But I'd be lying if I said that seeing him so nervous around me wasn't the least bit exciting. It was more than exciting to me and it was exactly the reaction I want to get out of him.

"Our first sleepover." I tease, watching as a cringed smile appears on his lips, awkward and nervous as I snicker under my breath. He finally moves, tilting his head to look at me, our noses inches away as his bangs fall in his face as Dog jumps up onto the bed between our legs. With gentle eyes, he reaches up, moving some of my damp hair off of my neck, eyes now locked on the newly exposed skin.

"Gonna kill Carol for lettin' you come out here alone." I snort, scooting a bit closer to him as he lets out a nervous breath, my heart hammering against my chest as I watch him look over me, a glint of worry in his eyes.

"I'm fine. It was my choice." I assure but he shakes his head with a curt shrug.

"A dumb one." He scoffs, running a hand through his hair as I reach over to shove him playfully. "I'm just messin' with you." He smiles his fingers brushing against mine between us as I take a deep breath, my eyes flickering over his tired expression.

The art of eye contact was always mine and Daryl's thing, conveying more emotion through them without having to say a word. He has novels written behind his eyes, describing all of the pain and anguish that he's felt over the years along with the trust that he holds in me. My eyes convey a similar look but I'm not sure if Daryl is tuned in enough to read just how much I trust him and why. My trust goes deeper with him, venturing past care and into a more meaningful feeling, a feeling that I could only hope and pray that he returns.

"You look different." He whispers, biting at his lips as I smile, my eyes drooping a bit as I shrug. "What's different?" His eagerness makes my whole body heats up, my hands reaching out to play with the necklace around his neck, previously given to him by Judith. He watches me fondly as I do so, goosebumps erupting on his skin as I feel him shiver as my fingers brush against his clavicle.

"I told Carol I was coming to see you so she cut my hair." I admit, my eyes averting from his at my confession, embarrassment swarming around us as he lets out a quiet 'oh' as I cringe. "My skin's cleared up over the years too, Siddiq is great with natural anti-inflammatories." I blabber on, watching as he watches me speak.

"You look good." My brows tick up at his compliment, not expecting it at all. "I mean, uh-" he cuts himself off, clearing his throat as he rolls back onto his back, putting a bit of distance between us as I chuckle.

"You look good too. Just a little lonely." I reach up, poking his cheek as he huffs, reaching up to rub a hand over his face. I know he liked being alone, he liked his alone time so he could think and breathe, but I know there was apart of him that's happy that I'm here.

"Not anymore." The smile on his lips comforts me as I scoot closer to him, resting my head on his chest as his arm wraps around my shoulder. My knees move to rest on his hip, still curled up as he lets out a deep breath.

A few moments go by, my eyes fluttering shut at the sound of his heart beating slowly, a reminder that he's here with me, safe and sound and in my arms. But I'd be stupid to ignore the way he's fidgeting, even Dog whines every once in a while at the way that he's stirring.

"Can I tell you somethin'?" He asks suddenly, taking me off guard as I tilt my chin to look up at him through my lashes. "Can't laugh or nothing." I hold up my pinky to him, an action I used to do frequently with him when I would make him promise that he'd be safe. Instinctively, his pinky wraps around mine. He takes a deep breath in before looking up at the ceiling, his tongue sweeping out to wet his lips. "I bugged Carol 'bout you every time she'd come out here." My stomach flips at his confession, my brows pulling together as I grin.

"Oh, so you did miss me?" I tease, watching as he nods, his arm tightening around me as the wind whistles outside the tent, the sound chilling me to my bones.

"More than you think." He admits, voice shaking a bit as he gulps, letting me get impossibly closer to him without hesitation. My arm wraps around him, resting on his other bicep as I trace over the skin. "Every time I'd go out to hunt with traps I'd hear your damn voice in the back'a my head telling me not to step in one." I giggle quietly, quickly followed by a yawn as his fingers run through my hair. "Hope you stay."

"I told you I'd stand by you and not walk away, even when you do." I feel him press a simple kiss to the top of my head as he stutters out a reply.

"If you want to, you can stay. I want you to." I lean up a bit, resting my weight on my elbow as I look down at him, feeling his hand at the nape of my neck. He looks embarrassed almost, cheeks blushed as he mutters, "I, uh, want you." My breathing stops at his second confession of the night, my heart skipping a million beats in my chest as my lips part. "Been meaning to tell you that."

"Only took ten years of knowing each other, Daryl- Jesus." I chuckle, my hand reaching up to cup his cheek gently as he sends me a tight lipped smile and a nod, tilting his head to hide in my shoulder. I just giggle, hugging him close to me and I press a kiss against his cheek.

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[mochikage]

vanilla mochi wid kakashi?

ofc dear anon i hope u enjoy this mini vanilla mochi~ the very rare days and occassions where kakashi is clingy (back from a mission, long time apart, drunk kakashi, etc.)

On certain days, Kakashi craves you. 

It’s his first day back (officially) from a really long mission and he can’t help but want to be pampered with your affection all day. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting it. Kakashi woke up to some morning cuddles and kisses (no complaints there), but when you got up and left him? To go make breakfast? He was betrayed. 

“Just five more minutes.” He begged. He knew you were so close  to giving in. Until his own stomach went against his true wishes. 

“You’re clearly hungry, Kashi. Let me make us something to eat and we’ll cuddle again.”

He lets go of you and flops back on the bed dramatically. A few seconds pass, how pitiful of him, and he’s already trailing right behind you to the kitchen. He watches you prepare his favorite comfort breakfast, and he can’t help it when his arms wrap around your waist while you cook. 

“Kashi, darling, I’ll finish faster if you wait on the couch. We can even watch the second Icha Icha movie if you want.” You turn to give him a quick kiss, but it does nothing to cure the pout on his face. Still, he listens to you (when does he not) and waits patiently on the couch. 

Minutes pass and he doesn’t think he’s ever glared so hard in his life before. He feels like a little kid in timeout, and wants to scold himself for wanting to be within two feet from you at all times. He blames it on his near death experience yesterday. He’s just being extra grateful that he can still share these moments with you. 

On certain days, Kakashi craves the warmth only you can give. 

A big sigh escapes his lips when you finally join him on the couch. His body bubbles up with excitement. Enjoying breakfast with you is one thing, but to watch one of his favorite movies while eating? He’s in love. He’s known he’s in love, but he’s never been this in love. 

Even with a hot tasty breakfast sitting in his tummy, a warm blanket shared with his lover, and the heater turned on in the apartment, he’s still cold. He’s gotten up to make the place warmer twice already, so using his deduction skills he knows of only one solution: you have to cuddle him. 

No questions asked, no warnings given. He wraps an arm around your waist and slides you closer to him. He gives a lame excuse that you’re hogging the blanket, but the kiss on your forehead says otherwise. A content hum rumbles through his chest, and he has 0 complaints of the room temperature. 

On certain days, Kakashi craves your gentle touch. The touch that makes his  heart start pounding. The special touch that makes him feel wanted, needed. 

His head tilts back to chase your hand, the one that’s running through his hair and giving him head scratches in his favorite spots. 

You love when he gets like this. He’s so relaxed by a simple touch. It’s a nice change of pace to see his shoulder’s slumped from relaxation and not from all the burdens he carries with him. It’s easy to maneuver his body when he’s this relaxed, so getting him to lie on his stomach was no sweat. 

You straddle his hips and slowly lift his pajama shirt up. A frown overtakes your features when you see the healing wounds on his back, but its not your first time seeing this nor the last. 

Little exhales escape his lips as your hands work around the injuries. You open your mouth to scold him for getting hurt, but close it when you remember what he does. When you lean down to leave gentle kisses on his injuries, Kakashi speaks up. 

“Don’t worry about them. They look worse than they feel.” He tries to reassure you but when your hands move too close to them, you can feel him tense up. 

Liar. You want to say to him, but you know where his intentions lie. 

Gently moving the shirt back down, you give him one final kiss right between his shoulder blades. 

“Stay with me for the rest of the day.” He whispers to you. You get off of him to let him readjust himself on the couch. When he pats his lap, you give him one last worried look. 

“Won’t that hurt your back?”

Kakashi shakes his head, reaches forward for your hand and pulls you to sit on him. 

“You make me feel better.” He kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around your body. He holds you tight, to let you know that he wants you close. To let him know that you’re here with him, he’s made it back alive, he’s okay. 

On certain days, Kakashi craves all of your attention. It may be selfish of him but he doesn’t care. It must be solely on him for him to feel whole. 

Kakashi craves you. Just you, on certain days where he needs someone to remind him that he’s not alone. 

#thank you for the request anon i hope this was okay #i struggled with this can u tell #ask #kakashi x reader #vanilla mochi #not proofread obvs

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Anonymous asked:

Hello you guys!! Hope you have a good day ♡ uhm.. I have a request for a cute scenario if that's okay. I'm crushing hard on the French noodle Chamber and I wondered how he would react if one night you knock on his door at the VP, because you had a horrible nightmare of him dying on a mission, that basically left you in tears. You guys get along pretty well but he doesn't know you fell for him hard. Mabye with some cuddles and a heated kiss? (If you're comfortable with it. If it's too much just ignore it!).

Please stay hydrated and I hope your pillows are extra fluffy today! ♡

Hi nonny! I’d be more than happy to do this, it’s so cute so I couldn’t resist. As much as I shit on Chamber, soft Chamber for the soul 😭😭😭

This is kinda my first time writing anything remotely suggestive so uh, HERE WE GOO WHEEE

Be sure you stay hydrated as well nonny!

-Admin Hurricane

Warnings: google translated french LMFAO, slightly suggestive

Word Count: 900+

Genre: fluff, comfort

Pairing(s): Chamber x GN!Reader

Nightmares aren’t uncommon, you’re typically plagued by them after missions when all of the adrenaline and near-death experiences have yet to leave your system. You’re nothing but grateful for the fact that you’re still managing to get by, even if you have to worry about if you’ll live to see tomorrow with your line of work. 

But tonight’s nightmare was one of the worst you’d had in a while. You jolt awake, holding your pounding head with one hand, feeling an oncoming headache as your other hand grasps at your blankets. 

Still shaken up, and against your better judgement, you shakily get out of bed, slipping on a coat, shuffling over to the door, and heading down the hall to Chamber’s room. He was the first person you could think of, and thankfully he usually stays up pretty late at night, aside from maybe Cypher, Viper, and a few others. 

Knocking on his door, you poke your head in, feeling yourself on the verge of tears. Chamber turns to face you, about to question you and why you’re there, but his face falls upon seeing you. Don’t get him wrong, he enjoys your company, but had he known that you would make your way to his workspace so late at night, he probably would have tidied himself and his desk up a bit. He walks over to you, his arms hed open in an embrace, pulling you into his grasp, gently rubbing comforting circles on your back. 

“Mon cher, what could have caused you to be in such a distressed state?” he gazes down at you, his expression softened upon seeing your vulnerable state. He brushes away any tears that threaten to spill out, his fingers slightly calloused. He radiates warmth, giving you a sense of relief, stopping your shaking. 

“Sorry,” you bury your face into his chest, trying to control your breathing, hiccupping every now and then, “I..I needed to see you and to make sure you were okay,” you murmur quietly, refusing to look up at him. 

“Did something happen?” he asks you, gently tilting your face up so that you’re looking at him. Chamber would be lying if he said that you weren’t a good-looking individual. He admires you in many ways, it pains him to see you upset like this. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he does have a soft spot for you, which is something that could be exploited but at the moment he could care less. His main concern is to ensure that you’re feeling better. He leads you to the edge of his bed, helping you take a seat, still refusing the let go of you.

“I had a nightmare,” you start, leaning into his grasp. “It was about you…erm, dying. I watched you bleed out and die in my hands,” you whisper out. Chamber says nothing as he listens to you, still rubbing circles on your back reassuringly. “You won’t…die on me right?” you add quietly, sniffling softly, “Sorry, I must seem like such a crybaby to you right now.”

“Not at all,” he assures you, gazing at you affectionately, “You can cry your heart out if there is a need to.” You don’t cry, hesitantly reaching a hand up to touch his face. Chamber stiffens up but doesn’t move away, instead, leaning into your grasp. 

“I think…tonight’s nightmare was just a lot for me. I’ve wasted enough of your time, sorry. But thank you for helping me,” you say, moving to get up, removing your hand. Panicked and not wanting you to leave, Chamber grabs your wrist keeping you in place. You look at him in confusion before feeling his hands cupping your cheeks. Then that’s when you feel a pair of soft lips upon yours. 

You freeze in your tracks, your eyes wide in astonishment. You’re almost overwhelmed by him, all your senses at the moment are just taken over by him. Chamber smells like his signature cologne with a faint hint of gunpowder overlapping it. 

By the time he pulls away, you’re left with your mouth agape and face flushed. Chamber clears his throat, his face unreadable. “You don’t need to worry about losing me, I’m always going to be here regardless,” he says, his voice low, “But I do apologize for doing that out of the blue, it was impulsive of me to do so. If you’d like t-” his words are cut off as you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him back in.

This time it’s Chamber’s turn to sit there frozen, but he manages to regain his composure responding eagerly to you. When the two of you pull yourselves apart once more, you notice Chamber’s hair is slightly messed up, his tie loosened. 

“You promise me you won’t die on me?” you ask him, your face pressed against his chest. You can hear his quickened heartbeat as he wraps his arms around you. “I promise.”

There’s a moment of silence before you realize just how close tho two of you are. Flustered, you turn away, “You’re..a good kisser,” you add, a sheepish expression on your face, “But thank you for this.”

“Of course. And since you kissed me back, I take it there’s no need for me to explain my rash actions?” he asks, an eyebrow quirked up. “No,” you say, laughing softly, “Glad to know I’m not the only one who feels like this.

Chamber only pulls you in closer against his chest, resting his face in the crook of your neck, “Je t'aime.”

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[ao3feed-sambucky]

cold comfort

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45524083

by Lies_Unfurl

Why there’s a bed, Sam doesn’t know. Where they are, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know shit, apparently, because the intel they’d had said that the former-CIA agents turned supervillains should be easy for him and Bucky to handle on their own.

And now, here they are. Trapped in a metal box the size of a storage locker, the seam of the door barely visible. A series of vents at the top, all too small to even think of crawling through, keep them from suffocating.

Except they also bring the Cold.

Words: 3877, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Hypothermia, Dehydration, Hurt Sam Wilson, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Hurt/Comfort, Trapped, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Body Heat, Cuddling & Snuggling, Huddling For Warmth, Sam Wilson Whump (Marvel), Bucky Barnes Whump, Whump, Established Relationship, POV Sam Wilson, Near Death Experiences

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45524083

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

[creativecuteness]

One of a Kind Vamp: Chapter 2 Who I was Before

Summary: After the events of Jesse's downfall Rory and Dakota take time to process and reflect the craziness of the past week, while discussing Rory's past and potential future

as I said before I wrote this and chapter one in one night while listening to Gorillaz debut album, G-Sides and Laika Come Home all of which are awesome, and you give a listen like I had so much fun vibing to them. Also this fic takes place shortly after the movie so if you can invasion Rory in his outfit at the end of the movie that would be great. And again, Dakota could either be ten or fourteen in this fic with that enjoy.

There was something about cuddling in the arms of a good friend that brought Rory insane amounts of comfort: a warm body pressed on his stomach, firm arms wrapped around his back, and a head resting on his chest as they lay there, listening to the sounds of their breathing and the silence of his still beating heart. Even though he was a newly full-fledged vampire, Rory never considered himself cold-blooded. Sure, his body temperature did fall after turning, but not to the point where he needed a heated blanket or warmer clothes, considering he could wear short sleeves and his thin flannel overshirt’s just fine.

Heck, he’s lived in Canada his whole life; he’s used to the crisp chill, fall brings and the harsh, bitter cold of winter. So maybe he truly was just used to the cold.

But if there was one thing becoming a vampire did do, was make him more aware of different heat sources, like the one holding him now, as if he’d disappear at any moment.

Now that Jesse was defeated, they all finally had the time to process everything that happened to them, and it seems now was the time for Dakota to process her shock of Rory’s near-death experience. He still couldn’t believe they came all that way to Jesse’s party to save him from being someone’s dinner or that he meant so much to them. Not to mention the fact that Dakota was falling in love with him; he never expected to catch the eyes of the new girl and her best friend, but here he was cuddling his little lover, hoping to reassure her that he’s not going anywhere. Plus, the loving warmth radiating off her from their embrace was comforting.

He could still see her face from that night—the look of fear when he was pushed in front of Sarah, forcing her to choose a world she doesn’t want to be a part of, the feeling of her small and shaky hand tightly holding his. The look of hurt and pleading as Erica shoved her out of the way to drink from him herself, and the betrayal as Erica bit down hard into his neck, draining him of his blood and replacing it with the venom that would soon change him from mortal to creature of the night. Even while fading in and out of consciousness, he was somehow acutely aware of her quickening heartbeat and her frantic breathing as chaos erupted as the rescue party began fighting for their lives. He swore he saw tear drops spilling from her eyes as she fought through the chaos, struggling to reach him, only fully leaving once Jesse reassured her that they’d be okay. And even then, Erica’s relationship with both her and Sarah has become strained, and Rory didn’t blame them.

While Erica’s new bad girl attitude was hot as fluff, he didn’t miss the fact it was also problematic. The new Erica was far from the sweet-hearted Dusk fangirl who would give anyone the time of day with a sweet smile and good-natured spirit.

“I guess what they say is true.” He thought as Dakota adjusted herself to a more comfortable position. “Absolute power corrupts absolutely."

“Did, did it hurt?” Dakota muttered, now burying her head into the crook of Rory’s neck, the tips of his curled hair tickling her cheek.

“What?” He asked as his friend untangled herself from Rory’s grasp to properly face him. “Did it hurt when Erica bit you?”

“Not really,” he tried to recall. “I mean, yeah, the fangs piercing into my neck was shocking, but I wouldn’t say it was excruciating or unbearable; it was oddly pleasurable.”

“Oddly pleasurable, how?”

“Well, like that girl who gave me that wicked hicky shortly before you found me.”

“Do you have a biting kink?” Dakota wondered, raising an eyebrow,

“Depends, would that trigger your sex repulsed side?”

“Yes.” She spoke simply and sternly.

“Then never mind.” He shook his head, and Dakota decided to drop the topic, laying her head back down on Rory’s chest, who began absentmindedly stroking her head.

“What were you like before? Like, what were your day-to-day actions as a human?”

“Well…” Rory had to think for a moment while it hasn’t been too long since he turned; it has been a while since he had to consciously think about his mundane routine.

“To be fair, I wouldn’t say my life was anything special, at least not like yours. I woke up, went to school with Benny and Ethan, went to class, and then went back home for dinner, homework, video games, and listened to music while I relaxed and fell asleep. wake up, and the cycle repeats. Up until recently, it was the most boring and uninteresting life I ever lived. But not a bad one; compared to you, mine isn’t anything worth writing home about.

But Dakota couldn’t disagree more as she shook her head. “At least you had a life. Sure, I’m the most extraordinary girl you’ll ever meet; I get that a lot, but you were human; you aged, lived, breathed, and slept. Now you can’t age; everyone around you will grow old and die, and you’ll be living till the end of the world, and even then, I doubt you’ll be able to move onto the afterlife; you’re basically a soulless demon. With a heart of gold to match, of course.” She added to lighten the mood,

And Rory understood, yes, there were sadly drawbacks to being immortal and all-powerful. He no longer slept as much or as deep as he used to, not to mention yes, he no longer aged; his best friends and his parents will grow old and die one by one, and he’ll stay forever young, forced to wander the earth in a cursed ageless body that is difficult to kill and easy to resurrect, or at least according to Jesse. He didn’t know how true that statement was, considering how cocky and manipulative he was.

“It’s true becoming a vampire has changed my life for better and for worse yet. Who’s to say it will stay this way?"

“What?” Dakota shot up, eyes wide.

“Well, who’s to say that in a few years I’ll change my mind and want to become human again? If there is a cure for vampirism, it’s bound to be found eventually. I mean, we’re already searching high and low for Sarah. Maybe I’ll be the one to test it to see if it works.”

“You’ll give up your immortality for us?"

He nodded. “Well, Erica won’t do it, nor will any other vampire; they’re too old; they’ll just shrivel up and turn to dust. And besides, I like you a lot, Dakota. If something happens and we start dating, that’ll place you at an unfair crossroad. I don’t want to make the same mistake Jesse made. I don’t want you to choose if you don’t want to. Not to mention the vampire counsel is against humans dating vampires, so there’s another issue. It’s a long and complicated procedure that I don’t want you caught up in; you’re too kind to be put under all that stress and pressure, and I’m willing to sacrifice my immortality and all the awesome perks that came with it just so we can live peacefully.”

“R-Rory, I I had no idea I meant that much to you.” She smiled, trying to blink back her tears and failing. "

“Well,” He chuckled. “If I don't, Emily will surely kill me. Not to mention… Hey, are you okay?” He asked, seeing her smiling, tear-stained face looking up at him.

Dakota, feeling too choked up to respond, flung her arms around the older teen, rubbing her check against his, leaning in, and whispered a phrase that made his heart melt. With that, the two melted into comfortable silence once more.

“I love you, Rory.”

#mbav #mbav stuff #rory keaner #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitter's a vampire #fanfiction #dakota natalie #mbav fanfic #day 2 #pre vamp #roryweek #roryweek2023

[advnterccs-archive]

SEND 🤝 TO HOLD MY MUSE’S HAND || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; 🤝 [[ my Rick for your Morty || Give me some family fluff 🤭 ]]

There were plenty of horrifying things that Morty encountered in his life. From near death experiences, being turned into various grotesque beings, having galactic creatures chase him, to even having parasitic things live within him. His entire life seemed to be a one giant sci-fi horror film.

Yet, it didn't stop him from being any less scared from the ones in an unrealistic, cinematic format.

Sat down in front of the couch, beside the two pairs of legs that belonged to both Ricks, he tried his hardest not to appear scared. He couldn't look afraid in front of his counterpart. That would just make him look lame and that's something he couldn't have. Not in the slightest.

Good thing for him, only his Rick knew of the secret. How very much afraid he was of anything to do with horror. All he needed to do was what they discussed prior to their counterparts coming over and he'd be good. At least, he hoped.

As the camera panned abruptly on the killer, that classic disturbing note that played in the background to indicate the presence, he jumped and shifted closer to Rick's leg.

Unknowingly cuddling up to the other Rick's leg, not realizing that it wasn't his Rick. He grabbed the other scientist's hand, holding it in between both of his hands.

At first, his fingers began to run over the callous hands. Searching for a miniature device. That's what his Rick promised him or -- well -- he thought. It still didn't occur to him that he was feeling up his counterpart's Rick's hand. And it nothing could make him realize it.

Instead, he wondered to himself. Maybe his Rick meant that if they just held hands, no one will have to know he's scared and he'd feel comforted, better. The thought brought a fuzzy warmth to light within his chest.

Damn, maybe Rick wasn't just some cold scientist that used gadgets for everything. Maybe he could be a decent grandpa when he wanted to be. That alone really made him feel special, made the dynamic and bond that they had more unique than he could ever asked for.

With a nuzzle, he leaned closer to the other Rick's knee, continuing to hold his hand. "Y-You know, Rick, you're the best grandpa in the world." He whispered, hoping that no one else could hear.

#countlessrealities #{ answers ; 🎮 } #{ ic ; 🎮 ; morty } #&V1. 'ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ꜱᴘʟɪᴛ' ; 🛸🌌 #{ ᴿⁱᶜᵏˢ / ᴹᵒʳᵗʸˢ || ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴍ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴜꜱ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴ' ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴢᴏᴏᴍ } #{ that really awkward moment when Morty confuses the Ricks and thinks that he's holding *his* Rick's hand xD } #{ and then calls him the best grandpa in the world !! hdsjkfsdh } #{ i was gonna write my Rick's reaction to this but nah i'll just keep it as is xD } #{ this is too cute i don't wanna ruin it with my Rick either ruining the moment or anything fdshfdshjk }

[sparklehoney7]

Numinous

by: BBQkitten

pairing: jungkook/ot6

info: chaptered 2/2 complete (16,070)

tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf // Hurt/Comfort // Near Death Experiences // Injury Recovery // Permanent Injury // non-sexual nudity // Bathing/Washing // Cuddling & Snuggling // Huddling For Warmth // Hate to Love // Pack Dynamics // Pack Bonding // Humans are Mean but Jungkook is a Bean

summary: “Clearly, our pup was keeping him alive for a reason and I’d like to find out why before we abandon it to the elements.”

“I can kill it,” Jin offered, snatching the satchel angrily. “Put it out of its misery.

”The boy whimpered, pressing his face against Hoseok’s chest desperately. He brought his hand up to rub soothingly over the boy’s head from on top of the furs, hushing his terrified noises. “What’s this one done to you?” he asked, still shielding the human’s body with his own. “It’s just a pup— it’s harmless.”

Jin snorted, turning his back towards his packmate as he made his way back into their den. “No human is harmless. They’re all monsters.”

OR

Hoseok finds an injured human in the forest and takes him home. The pack isn't exactly... welcoming... at first.

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#bts fic #fic rec #a/b/o au #human jungkook #werewolf au

[snuggetfish]

majima pillow talk headcanons please?

Can do, anon 👀 Find them under the cut!

If you’re spending the night at Majma’s place, in the bed that he almost never uses for sleeping, let alone fucking... it's gonna be a foreign, though not unpleasant sensation for him. The weight of someone else's body on the mattress, the warmth they radiate. Their head nestled close to his, since he's only got one pillow. You see, there was never any need for more, not with his previous escorts and one-night stands who had money to collect and places to be. 

And usually so does he. Though now that he’s got a stable partner... things are different. He wants to stay and he wants them to stay, but that's a request that is all too vulnerable to be communicated in words. So instead he maybe tries a hand placed on their waist or their thigh.

Once it's clear they're not going anywhere, the other hand would inevitably reach for his pack of cigs. Because it's his flat, Majima's not at all concerned about smoking in bed, even though usually he's mindful about indoor smoke. Listen, I know the cigarette after sex is a big cliche, but I reckon Majima would do it less as a form of relaxation and more as a way to keep his mouth busy while his partner talks... because they're going to have to be the ones initiating conversations, at least at first.

Praise is gonna stroke his ego and maybe make him blush ever so slightly. Sure he’s good at dishing it out during the act itself, but in the quiet afterglow, he’s suddenly very conscious of how intimate it sounds.

"You make me feel amazing" - now that’s not something he gets to hear often 😳 He’s quick to turn it right around - “Don’t go stealin’ my line” - although it’s actually the piercing look he gives you that holds the most meaning. Mellow and full of affection, a look that tell you he enjoys these pair-bonding moments more than you’d think.

So what if feelings are hard to discuss at first? There’s other topics that can take the edge off. Like a simple game of “would you rather?”, where the questions are casual and fun, but also gradually reveal bits and pieces about each other. And about future plans.

“Beach condo or mountain hut? If you were to escape to a far away place, leave it all behind.”

“What kinda choice is that, between a sunburn 'n a place my ass freezes off soon as I step outside? I’m more used to the city...”

Majima finds it hard to picture a home, as opposed to just a house, no matter its location. Though maybe if he had someone to share the space with... oh, now we’re back to the feelings 🙃

He decides to shoot you a question. He absolutely needs to know where you stand on this:

“Would ya rather live off karaage or takoyaki fer a year?”

“Are you so eager to get rid of me? Don’t think my arteries would last a full year...”

“Psssh, I’ve done both before ‘n lived. It’s the Majima Goro Fine Dinin’ Experience. Ya’ve gotta get used to it if ya plan on...” 

He stops there, but in your head, you’re able to finish that thought: if you plan on sticking around.

And you do. And the more he learns that, the clingier he’ll get during pillow talk. If it started with a hand on the thigh, eventually it’s a full on death-grip cuddle, with either Majima’s head on your chest, listening to every heart beat, or the reverse. Anything is fine as long as you’re near - as near as possible - and yet not able to read each other’s expressions. 

All you feel is the scrape of his stubble on your skin and on the crown of your head, as he finally opens up a little more about his past, the good times and the traumas included. There’s no immediate feedback, he can’t look into your eyes, so he feels less defenseless and a lot more willing to share. This is probably also the moment he finally gets comfortable losing the eyepatch around you.

But by the time all the word games have been played and all the grim histories dissected, one of you will likely be dozing off... and it’s not gonna be Majima. Not unless he’s had a particularly exhausting day at work. Given his night owl habits, it no trouble at all for him to stay awake well after your breathing has slowed along with your heart. 

Just the time to voice the many confessions he’s left unsaid... 💙

#anon asks #snugasks #majima goro x reader

[ohmyasmodeus]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ♡

i wrote my soft asmo hcs as requested, and got addicted to writing about the boys being soft ! all the brothers just need love ♡ please enjoy, i had so much fun with this !

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳

✧  He’s not just touch starved, he’s touch starved. The avatar of pride doesn’t care for being vulnerable around others and doesn’t tend to notice just how affected he is by it until you show up. Even then, he initially rejects it, pulling away from any touches you offer because he wants to prove to himself that he’s better than that.

✧  But he’s not.

✧  Lucifer eventually begrudgingly accepts the touches, and is especially weak when you casually rest your hand on his arm in the middle of conversation. Normally, he would shrug off anyone else’s hands, but he lets you touch him any way you like when you’re alone together. He’s addicted to the warmth you give off when you two sit together to study, and might even lean into you unconsciously. Sit in his lap, kiss his head, any affection drives him crazy inside; just don’t mention it lest his pride takes over and ruins the moment.

✧  Lucifer doesn’t seek out your touch, if only to give off the guise of not needing it. Even in the most intimate moments, he waits for you to come to him, but it’s obvious to you how much he needs it. You savour the gentle smiles and the sweet affection he offers when you rub the tension out of his shoulders. He needs you to help him relax.

♡ 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯

✧  Mammon shamelessly craves your touch, but gets crazy flustered receiving it in any way. It’s obvious from the start that he likes the affection and knowing that you like it when he’s near. He always has to be touching you in some way— he has an arm tossed lazily around your shoulder, his knee bumping yours at the breakfast table, or his arm resting against yours on the desk during lessons.

✧  His favourites are when you cling to him. He likes being wrapped in your arms, or when you hug him from behind. Pull him into bed for a cuddle and he’ll never let you go, forcing you to stay in his arms. Comment on the way he blushes whenever you’re near and he’ll be burying his face in your hair while telling you to shut up.

✧  He doesn’t ever hesitate to ask you to touch him. His greed extends to you, and he’ll be pulling you close with a hand cradling the side of your face, making you promise that he’s the only one you’ll ever touch like this.

♡ 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯

✧  This man has never been touched in his life. Leviathan is pretty convinced that the affection he wishes for is never going to happen, so when you get up close and personal, he rejects it out of fear at first. A human touching him? Gross.

✧  Don’t take his word for it. Just lean into him and put your hands on his chest and make him feel like a man, make him feel like he can protect you and he’ll be nervously putting his own arms around you while blushing furiously. Levi loves it when you run your hands through his hair and down his sides. Hold his hand while in front of his brothers and he’ll spontaneously combust. He doesn’t understand why you’re treating him this way, but he has no room to complain.

✧  When he wants affection, he’ll do things like try to hold your hand, but immediately backpedal and stutter out excuses when you catch him red handed. He can’t ever bring himself to admit that he wants you, but you give him a little confidence booster every time you grab his hand properly and call him your sweet boy.

♡ 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯

✧  Satan just isn’t the kind of demon to be touch starved. He seems pretty satisfied with what he has and has never really thought of craving affection, but when you come along… by god, he’s smitten. You touch his hair for the first time and he’s ready to purr like a kitten, even if he’s distastefully commenting on your audacity. He’s embarrassed by it. To him, it’s like tasting something you’ve never had before and realising that it’s the one thing you’ve been missing your entire life.

✧  He loves it when you do little things like fix his bow tie and neaten his hair. You see his cheeks flush pink when you rest your head on his chest. Rub his back or kiss his collarbones and he’s all yours. Satan learns to give the affection back as well, tracing patterns into your skin and just relishing in being able to be vulnerable with someone he cares so much for.

✧  In time, despite his lack of experience with tenderness, Satan is excellent at communicating his needs. It’s clear when he waits with open arms to cuddle with you, or extends a hand so he can hold yours. He asks clearly, and always makes sure you’re comfortable with what he wants.

♡ 𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴

✧  Touch starved would be the wrong term. Asmodeus is no stranger to touch and receives all the touching he needs. If anything, he’s starved for genuine affection and tenderness. You attract him with the depth of your personality and how genuine you always seem, the way your touches are always so warm. Asmo takes all you offer.

✧  Much like Mammon, he’s somehow touching you at any given moment. He’s a fan of the more romantic gestures like walking together with his hand in your back pocket, and likes it when you have your hands on his waist or thighs. He loves it when you rest a hand on his thigh as you use the other to focus on doing schoolwork.

✧  Asking is all too easy; all Asmo has to do is tackle you into a hug or surprise you by pulling you close with an arm around your waist, sighing about how he’s wilting from the lack of attention you’re giving him. What a horrible fate, being ignored by your own lover… But all you have to do is kiss his cheek, and he smiles like he’s fallen in love with you all over again.

♡ 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘻𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘣

✧  Beel is a big teddy bear and thrives on affection from his brothers, so naturally, he’s the same with you when you come into the picture. He takes an instant liking towards you, your disposition absolutely magnetic to him. The physical affection is gradual, with Beel slowly settling into a routine of good morning hugs and looping arms with you.

✧  He loves hugs the best! Big bear hugs where you two squeeze each other half to death, but he also likes it when you stroke his jaw and cheeks with the back of your hand. It gives him the opportunity to kiss your fingers and smile.

✧  When Beel needs affection from you, he isn’t afraid to just grab you or pull you to his side. He’s a gentleman though, and tends to ask bluntly if you want him to hold your hand or pull you into his lap like he always does.

♡ 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳

✧  After his isolation in the attic, Belphegor is as touch starved as Lucifer is, if not more. He isn’t sure if you would ever let him touch you again after the way he treated you— but that won’t stop him from trying to squeeze into couches with and get close to you. He craves your comfort so badly.

✧  Belphie is always weak for the kind of cuddling where the both of you just seem to envelope each other, legs tangled and arms wrapped around each other tight. Massage his scalp gently or stroke the back of his neck with your fingers and he’ll be shivering and melting in your arms. He often comments on how nice you smell.

✧  Asking for affection isn’t something he does verbally or straightforwardly. Instead, he gives you the most tender, yearning gaze, taking a lock of your hair to kiss as his gaze begs you for affection. When you two sit together, he’s inching his hand towards yours to rest his pinkie finger over yours. As with all things, Belphie’s love for you is endearingly quiet.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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Lost and then Found pt. II

Imagine being taken by HYDRA. After years with them, they set you loose on someone you haven't seen in a while. Unfortunately for HYDRA, you weren't as susceptible to their mind experiments like they thought. Now away from their influence, your only worry is making sure you're prepared for your baby to enter the world.

Words: 11.3K Author’s Note: I won't say I don't like this because there are some parts in here that I absolutely adore. However, it is rushed and it feels forced to me, but I needed to get this out so here it is. Also, I've never experienced childbirth so please ignore my mediocre take on it. Haha.

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The Avengers have grown accustomed to having a werewolf living among them and sitting in on mission briefings, but they put their foot down when you attempt to join them for missions. You want to desperately prove yourself to the group of assembled heroes, but you also very much want to protect the life growing inside your womb. So agreeing to stay home while pregnant, they eventually task you with setting up your own apartment the first time they all had to leave you behind.

Of course you weren't totally alone and Pepper had flown in to help you set up, her excitement for your pregnancy spurring on your own excitement even more.

You get settled quite easily and it shows how much trust you have in them when the full moons don't affect you like they normally would. Now others could come and go during the full moon, and you barely batted an eye at them. Unless it was Tony. Tony needed to be watched at all times after he attempted to rile you up purposely on the night of a full moon to see exactly how much control you had.

The slight swell to your abdomen eventually sets in and you couldn't be more proud of the roundness that was obvious when you wore a tight shirt. Wanda, too, was absolutely smitten with the small bump and the whole team was relieved to see her genuinely happy after everything she'd recently gone through. But Wanda wasn't the only one who doted on you- oh no. For some reason, the sight of your bump made the two super soldiers absolutely melt when your shirt was fitted and the bump was on display. Everyone knew it was inevitable for Steve to turn to mush, but it was Bucky who surprised everyone.

Bucky always made sure to sit close to you, snacks on hand and ready to make a run to the store when your cravings got the best of you. You'd even caught him reading a pregnancy book, but he looked so embarrassed when you caught him that you couldn't bring yourself to mention it to anyone else. And for that he was grateful- always letting you crawl into his lap when you had the urge to scent mark everyone.

Your cuddle sessions became more frequent, which made Wanda pout and Sam and Steve rather smug for some unknown reason to you.

It's cooler than normal around the living quarters given the rising summer temperatures and, though you normally run hot, your own body temperature has been up and down since you've become pregnant. So on this particular day you find yourself cuddled up to Steve, your left arm thrown over his waist and left leg draped over his legs. Your bump is resting near his hip and he smiles down at you every time you grumble about needing to pee.

"This baby is going to be the death of me," you mumble. "All I wanna do is cuddle, but no. I have to pee. Again!"

Leaving the comfort of the new couch that had been ordered for your specific cuddling tendencies- it could honestly pass for a bed with how spacious it is- you get up and take care of business in the bathroom. And then when you get back to the living room, you find that Bucky's taking up the other side of the sofa Steve is on.

"Yessss." You nearly skip back towards the sofa, crawling in between both men. "Supersoldier sandwich."

Steve snorts and then yelps when you manhandle him into scooting down until he's laying down again, then wrapping yourself around him like you had previously been. All the while Bucky is laughing at his friend's misfortune, but then you reach behind you and drag Bucky closer until you whine at him to spoon you. You smell rather than see his embarrassment, especially when Steve teases him to just spoon you already, and then you practically purr when you're enveloped in their warmth.

As Bucky settles behind you, you end up grabbing his metal arm and dragging it over your waist. He tenses, but you run your fingers up and down the back of his hand until he gets that you're okay with him- metal arm and all.

Stuck between two solid bodies, enveloped in their warmth and scent, is enough to send you off into a content light doze.

And then you're jolted back into consciousness when you feel Bucky freeze behind you. "What was that?"

"What was what?" You sleepily mumble.

"Your stomach. Are you- was that your stomach grumbling?"

This time it's your turn to freeze as you place your hand over his that's still crawling your bump. "You actually felt that?"

"Yeah." He chuckles.

"Holy shit," you muse. "It's way too early for anyone other than me to feel the baby. How the hell-"

"Wait, what?" Steve says, a whine lacing his tone. "Bucky got to feel the baby?"

You laugh as you move to turn so you're laying on your back, and both Steve and Bucky try to maneuver their hands around your small bump in order to feel the fluttering sensation. "This is insane. I can't believe you guys can feel it."

"I don't feel anything." Steve frowns.

"Don't pout, punk." Bucky smirks. "I can only feel it because of the arm."

Grinning, you reach up and lightly pat Steve's cheek. "Don't worry, Rogers. When the kicks start coming in, I'll go find you first."

The two men are distracted when the elevator dings open and Wanda steps off, the scent of food wafting from the bags she's carrying. Your nostrils flare and your mouth waters, and you start to pull free from Steve and Bucky.

Wanda smirks. "Hungry?"

"Always." Now free of the men, you hurry towards the kitchen where Wanda is laughing and pulling out containers. "Is that," you inhale deeply, eyes closing in bliss, "medium-rare steak, baked potato with the works, and.. and fries?"

"I even got that sauce from Arby's you like so you can dip your fries in it."

"Oh my god, you're my favorite."

"Hey!" Steve and Bucky shout from the living room. Wanda preens.

A couple more months pass and you're in awe of what your body is doing.

You're absolutely in love with your growing bump which now looks like there's a volleyball under your shirt, but for some reason you're unreasonably uncomfortable. You've been meaning to go shopping for maternity clothes, however, everything you've found online is not to your taste. You just want a simple loose shirt, but all maternity clothes seem to either have a floral theme to it or ruffles that you're not a fan of.

So stuck in one of your usual t-shirts that feels like it's stretched too tight and showing off the bottom portion of your bump, you walk around your apartment grumbling and shifting uneasily and trying to find a way to make yourself feel comfortable.

You're pacing around the room, hands rubbing along your swollen abdomen when there's a knock on your door. Agitated, a growl slips free. You stomp towards your door, another growl threatening to slip free, when you're stopped short at the sight of Bucky.

His eyebrow quirks at you and you sigh, trying to shake off your agitation. "Why are your eyes glowing, sweetheart?"

"I'm annoyed. I can't help it."

You swing the door open wider, but Bucky remains rooted to his spot. "Why are you annoyed?"

And just like that, the tears well up and start dropping one after the other. "I am so uncomfortable!" You cry. Bucky's eyes widen before he steps forward, arms loosely wrapping around you. "I just- I want to be comfortable. None of my shirts are fitting me and I- I just- I need-"

"Okay. Okay, shh." Bucky gently rocks you side to side. "Come on. Come with me."

Miserable, you agree and follow after Bucky to his own apartment that's just a few doors down the hallway. You're not sure what's going on when he tells you to wait in his living room and then disappears into what you can only guess is his room, and your brow furrows when he returns with a shirt in hand.

Sheepish, Bucky rubs the back of his neck with one hand while holding the shirt out with the other. "Here. You can use one of mine until you find something more comfortable."

You glance between him and the shirt, reaching for it as a smile starts to take form. And when you have the shirt in your hands, you readily strip out of your own shirt and huff a laugh when Bucky blushes and averts his gaze. Pulling on his shirt then, you groan with satisfaction as the material hugs you just right. "Oh heck yes." And then picking up the collar of the shirt, you can't help but deeply inhale the material and groan yet again. "This is exactly what I needed."

Bucky slowly smirks. "Good. Now let's go grab something to eat." He can't help but laugh as you latch yourself onto his arm, mumbling about him leading the way as your eyes close in pure bliss.

Your senses tell you Bucky's just leading you towards the communal kitchen, your nose twitching at the smell of food coming from it's direction. There are a few voices too and it's easy to pick out Wanda, Steve, and Sam.

Upon opening your eyes, you're met with amused and/or surprised expressions. "What?"

"Do my eyes deceive me or am I sensing a walk of shame?" Sam slowly smirks.

You and Bucky both frown as Steve and Wanda laugh at their friend's assumption. "Huh?"

"You're in Barnes' shirt," he says. "You cannot stand there and tell me you two ain't foolin' around."

It takes you a second to realize what he's saying, your mind connecting the dots when you feel Bucky tense next to your side. The slight embarrassment wafting off of him nearly makes you whine, but you swallow down the urge. Instead, you roll your eyes and say, "First off, if I was getting dicked down by this beefcake, there would be no walk of shame. I would happily tell you about length, girth, and every goddamn ridge on this man's dick." Wanda cackles as Sam's eyes bulge in shock, Steve then choking on his orange juice. "And secondly, I'm fat, Wilson!" You let go of Bucky, turning to the side and grabbing the sides of Bucky's shirt to pull tight over your swollen tummy. "None of my shirts fit comfortably anymore and Bucky was just helping a girl out." His mouth drops slightly as if he hadn't thought of that and you shake your head at him. Letting go of the shirt, you walk forward to sit at the kitchen island. "Do you seriously think anyone wants to get it on with a pregnant chick? Use your head, Samuel."

As you settle down, Bucky takes a seat next to you and you automatically lean into his side with your head on his shoulder. Wanda and Steve both smile, but neither of them say a word. Sam, however, just can't let this go. "So let me get this straight- you two are not boning in secret?"

"No," you say, fighting off a smile. "We're just friends. Which means you just lost the bet too because my bump is fully set in and there has been no sex." Sam, Wanda, and Steve slowly lose their amused expressions and this time it's your and Bucky's turn to be smug. "What? Didn't think we knew about that, did 'ya?"

"Y/N, I am so sorry," Wanda says, but you wave her off. "I didn't think-"

"It's fine, Wanda. We thought it was funny."

Bucky remains quiet, but his little grin lets Wanda know he was fine with the supposedly secret bet as well. Her shoulders seem to sag in relief and you readily accept the plate of bacon Sam nudges in your direction.

"So," Wanda muses, "you need to go shopping? I'm free today and tomorrow."

You grimace. "I guess so. As much as I want to, I can't steal the guys' shirts for the next few months."

"Good. We'll head out after you get something to eat."

Leaving the medical facility, you aimlessly walk back towards the family compound with several black and white photos in hand. You had known there was a baby growing inside of you, but it's just now truly sunk in after seeing your baby's profile instead of a blob with still-forming limbs. A slip of paper with your baby's gender is tucked into your back pocket, Doctor Cho having given it to you in case you wanted to know.

You're not exactly looking for the quiet of your apartment, so you remain in the communal living spaces in hopes of someone distracting you. Only when you get there, all is quiet.

Turning on the large screen flat TV, you put it on a random cooking show after crawling onto your sofa and getting comfortable. You've only managed to watch one entire episode, your interest captivated by the meals the chefs are putting together with only a few certain items from their basket, when the elevator dings.

You don't bother looking back, Bucky's scent wafting over to you before he even steps into your peripheral. "Hey doll, want some company?"

"Please," you groan.

Bucky toes off his boots and sits on the edge of the sofa, scooting back towards the middle until he's shoulder to shoulder with you. You sigh and lean against him, laying your head on his shoulder while your arms remain on your lap. "What's wrong?" Bucky immediately says.

"Nothing. Why?"

"Because you're not cuddling me."

The tone of Bucky's voice makes you freeze, amusement blossoming. Slowly you lift your head and attempt to meet his gaze. "Are you- are you pouting because I'm not cuddling you?"

"No."

You huff a laugh, letting your forehead fall on his shoulder once more. After a moment, you lift his arm and settle underneath it as you cuddle him. Bucky chuckles and squeezes you just a little tighter against him. "Is this better?"

"A little. Now tell me what's bothering you."

You quietly groan, shifting under his arm until you reach to your other side and pick up one of the sonograms. "I had an appointment today," you say while handing him the picture. "It's just- I guess it's just sinking in that there's an actual living being growing inside of me."

"You mean all the kicking these past two months didn't give it away?" Bucky huffs in amusement. "Wow. Would you look at that?" He says. "The little nugget is really growing. Huh?" Your hormones get the best of you and you end up sniffling, tears filling your eyes. Bucky freezes. "Doll? Are you- are you crying?"

"How the hell am I going to do this, Buck? I'm a foul-mouthed werewolf who just recently escaped the clutches of HYDRA. What business do I have raising a baby?"

"Hey. Hey, look at me." Bucky gently nudges you so you'd glance up at him. With his flesh arm still tucked around you, his metal hand gently holds your sonogram between two fingers as he makes you look at it. "You're going to do just fine. You wanna know how I know that?" You sniffle and wipe the tears from beneath your eyes. "Because you have all of us- you have me- in your corner. This little nugget of yours will never want for anything as long as we're around."

His words only make the tears fall even more and you hide your face in his shoulder once more. He holds you tighter, shushing you and murmuring words about how you're going to be a good mother. If you could overlook everything HYDRA did to you in order for you to conceive this child and then go on to keep the child, then there was no doubt in his mind you were going to be a great mom.

As you sit there against Bucky and work on getting yourself under control, you can't help but notice that he turns the sonogram back towards himself to stare at it. You shift your head just right so you can see his face and it warms your heart to see him smiling at the profile of your baby.

The elevator dings again, this time dropping off Wanda. When she walks around the sofa and takes in your puffy, red-rimmed eyes, she freezes. "What happened?"

"Nothing."

"She had a bout of insecurity." Bucky tattles on you. "It's fine now."

Wanda blinks at Bucky in surprise before looking back at you and you offer her a small smile. "New sonogram pictures. It's.. just sinking in that this is really happening."

Wanda glances at the small piles of pictures next to you, squeals, and then hurriedly picks one up. You chuckle as she coos. "Has Doctor Cho mentioned whether it's a girl or boy yet?"

You nod. "I, uh, I have the slip of paper that tells me. I haven't looked at it yet."

"Well what are you waiting for?" Wanda immediately takes a seat and you slightly lean to the side in order to pull the folded piece of paper out of your pocket. You hold it out to her and her eyes subtly widen. "You don't want to do it?"

"I do, but.." You trail off, shrugging. "It doesn't really matter to me. As long as I have a healthy baby I'm fine. You seem more excited for this than me anyway."

She slowly smiles, only taking the slip of paper when Bucky shrugs. He seems confused for a split second that Wanda would even seek his opinion, but then his expression is neutral once more and that's all the approval Wanda needs. She takes the slip of paper, opening it to peek at the gender. She gives nothing away. "Last chance. Are you sure you want to know?"

"Lay it on us, Maximoff."

Wanda glances at the piece of paper once more before looking straight at you, a smile blossoming from ear to ear. "It's a girl."

Your breath hitches. "Yeah?" Your voice then cracks and tears immediately well in your eyes again.

Bucky squeezes you tighter to his side, chuckling, and Wanda's own eyes fill with tears as she nods. "You're having a little girl." A sob breaks free, even as you laugh, and the tears flow faster. Wanda crawls towards you and pulls you into a hug, crying softly as she rejoices with you. "If Pietro were here, he'd spoil that little girl rotten."

"Right?" You wetly laugh, pulling back and settling against Bucky once more. "I can already hear him. A little prinţesǎ," you coo, putting on an accent that was nowhere near what Wanda or Pietro sounded like. Both Wanda and Bucky laugh at your horrible accent, and your smile slowly falls as you fondly remember Wanda's twin. "I really wish he was here to meet her."

Her smile drops too, nodding in understanding. "Me too."

Wanda moves to replace the sonogram picture, but you shake her head and push her hand back. "No. That's yours."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You too, Bucky." You then glance at him, gesturing to the sonogram he still held. "I got copies for Steve, Natasha, and Sam as well. Even Doctor Cho happily kept one," you say.

"Thanks, doll." A kiss gets pressed to the side of your head and you can feel a rumble of content threatening to come out, but when you catch Wanda's gaze- her eyebrows wiggling causes you to frown and stomp down on the urge. "This is going up on my fridge."

Wanda smirks at you as you flush. "Yeah, well you're welcome."

Your friend can't stop smirking, but she's kind enough to not call you out on it in front of Bucky. "So baby shower?"

Now you groan. "Do we have to?"

And without missing a beat, Bucky and Wanda say, "Yes."

When word got around that Wanda was to plan your baby shower, you were surprised at how excited it seemed to make everyone. Apparently no one was immune to the impending arrival of your daughter, Clint having flown in to toss around some ideas and secure an invite for he and his family. Then when Tony and Pepper got involved, you had to make them promise that the shower was to not be over the top. But according to Tony, only the best was allowed for the next baby Avenger.

No one would tell you a thing about the baby shower, not even Bucky who you found yourself hanging out with more and more as the weeks went by. The surprise of finding you curled up in his lap was long gone and now when anyone was looking for either of you, it seemed they went to the other for your whereabouts. So a couple days before the shower, you thought you had won Bucky over and that he was moments away from telling you what you wanted to know about said shower, but Sam and Steve had given him one look and then quickly marched him out of the kitchen to keep him from spilling the beans. Afterwards, he stayed pretty tight-lipped, up until the day of said baby shower when Natasha, Wanda, and Pepper had you contained in your apartment while the boys took care of everything else in the communal living space.

As Natasha had you sit in front of your bathroom mirror, she did your hair and makeup for the party. So as you sat through her torture, you couldn't help but take a selfie with your fangs on display as you snarled at her smirking reflection in the mirror. Bucky had laughed at your picture and the only clue he gave to you about your baby shower was a picture of a sunflower.

Pepper and Natasha had several dresses for you to try on for the shower, but the outfit that won you over had been chosen by Wanda. It was an off-the-shoulder white short playsuit with lace detailing around your clavicle and thighs. You vetoed every heeled shoe until a pair of sandals were dropped in front of you and you let Wanda help you into them.

Once you were fully dressed, Natasha came to stand before you with her hands behind her back. When you narrowed your eyes at her, she smirked and produced a floral crown from behind her back. The flowers were fake, but the small versions of sunflowers and daisies were still pretty. So you bent your knees a little and let Natasha settle the crown atop your wavy hair, fixing your hair once more around your shoulders.

Then arm in arm with Wanda, you let your friends lead you out of your apartment and into the elevator. Your excitement was very obvious and the women couldn't help but chuckle as the elevator doors opened. Your excitement turned into awe at the sight of all the pink and white balloons, and the pink and purple floral garlands hanging from the corners of the room and around each table. There was a table for gifts and a table for finger foods, and of course there was no missing the three tiered pink and white cake. Everything was chic and girly and you absolutely loved it.

Tony, Bruce, and Helen Cho are huddled together, no doubt deep in a conversation about science. Clint and his wife Laura are there, along with their three kids milling about with another young girl who you remember is Tony and Pepper's daughter. And then there is Steve, Sam, and Bucky who each have a drink in hand and are chuckling quietly amongst each other.

"You know from all the stories I've heard, baby showers were meant for women only." At the sound of your voice, conversations taper off and smiles are directed towards you.

"Are you kidding?" Tony huffs. "I know all about the games played at these shindigs. I wanted in on the games and prizes."

"Of course you did." You then direct a smile at everyone gathered. "Thank you all for coming. This pregnancy wasn't exactly.. you know," you trail off, eyes lingering on the gathered kids who are surprisingly paying attention to your stomach, you say, "but I've grown to love this tiny human so much already before I've even met her and I'm just happy she's going to have such a great little community surrounding her."

"Aw look. You made Wanda cry."

You immediately glance to your right where Wanda's laughing, wiping beneath her eyes. "Shut up, Barton." And then, "So what are we doing first? I've never actually been to one of these."

"Games!" Laura and Pepper muse together.

Everyone chuckles at their enthusiasm and you let Wanda lead you to a seat. Pepper sits with Tony and Natasha finds herself being drawn to Clint and Laura, but she doesn't take a seat quite yet. You, however, are led to a sofa chair that Wanda takes a seat on one side of and Bucky the other.

"So the first game is a word unscramble," Natasha says. She walks over to a table and picks up numerous clipboards, along with a cup of pens. "There's a three-minute time limit and the one who unscrambles the most words wins."

Tony claps his hands together, rubbing them in anticipation. "This is so my game."

Natasha passes out the clipboards and pens, and you're happy to realize that this is a game you can play with them. Lila is the only child interested in playing, so Cooper keeps Nathaniel and Morgan busy with a gaming console just on the other side of the room.

Once everyone has a clipboard and a pen in hand, Natasha takes a seat with her own set. "Everyone ready?" At their agreement, she says, "FRIDAY, please set a countdown of three minutes."

"Timer is set, agent Romanoff." A timer is suddenly displayed on the wall across from them.

"Start it now."

The moment the first second ticks away, everyone rushes to pay attention to their piece of paper on the clipboard. You hurriedly scan the words, unscrambling the most obvious words- bottle, crib, bib, booties, blanket, nightlight, and car seat. The others give you trouble and as your eyes dart to the timer, your anxiousness kicks in to unscramble a few more.

Tony is grumbling about impossible words as Laura and Pepper laugh at his misfortune. Wanda is humming, happily it seems, whereas Bruce has just plain given up. Stroller and pacifier give you trouble, and your grumbling starts then. But when you get umbilical cord and morning sickness, it causes you to unknowingly dance in your seat.

Hearing a chuckle next to you, you glance at Bucky and see him peering at your clipboard. You gasp. "You dirty little cheater!"

Steve and Wanda both snort, and you angle yourself away so Bucky can't steal any more of your answers.

You think you've got a good lead, but just as the timer hits thirty seconds Laura calls out, "Done!"

"WHAT?!" Tony shouts.

As the unofficial person in charge of the games, Natasha takes Laura's clipboard to double check her answers. Sure enough, they're all correct. Steve, Sam, and even Clint boo Laura as Natasha grabs a small wicker basket that contains several envelopes inside.

Taking an envelope, Laura opens it and her eyes nearly bulge out of her sockets. "Wow. Every baby shower I've been to had gifts consisting of candles or Bath and Body gift baskets or even kitchenware. This- this is a lot."

"What'd you get, babe?" Clint asks.

"A check for twenty five hundred dollars."

"What?!" Sam yelps.

"Is that a normal prize for a game?" You wonder.

"No. No it's not," Sam says. "Come on. Bring on the next game. I need to know what those other prizes are."

You laugh as everyone suddenly becomes a bit more invested in winning one of the games. But as your laugh tapers off, you glance at Pepper and Tony. Pepper merely smiles when she sees your slight concern. "Don't worry about it. You didn't want an extravagant party, so Tony got a few prizes that were just a little bit more expensive than your average baby shower prize. Trust me, these were the least expensive prizes I could talk him down to."

"Well as long as you're sure.."

You shift uneasily in your seat and then Natasha's walking into the center of the room with a roll of toilet paper in her hand. "Come on, Mother-to-Be. We need to measure your bump and then let these idiots figure out how many squares you are. Whoever guesses the exact number, or closest to, wins."

Natasha helps you stand and you can't help but grumble, "None of you assholes better think I'm huge."

Lila giggles and you send an apologetic look to both Laura and Clint.

Hidden behind the kitchen island, Natasha has you stand still so she can wrap the toilet paper around you. You laugh as you hold the beginning of the first square on your stomach and Natasha reaches around you, unrolling the paper. It's an exact eleven squares.

Taking note of how many squares your bump is, you and Natasha rejoin the group.

"Alright. Give us a twirl. I need to see the bump all the way around," Tony says. Then looking at Wanda, he narrows his eyes. "And no cheating!"

Rolling your eyes with a small huff, you give a slow twirl. Natasha hands Steve the roll of toilet paper and he eyes your stomach before unrolling several squares of it. Bucky goes next, followed by Wanda and Lila. When Clint gets a hold of the roll and unfurls it dramatically, you can't help but growl at him. The others laugh and then take their turn, and then everyone is eagerly awaiting to see if they guessed correctly.

"Are you ready?" Natasha muses. Everyone nods. "It was eleven squares."

"Dammit! So close," Sam whines.

Everyone's looking around, but it's a smug Steve that raises his hand. "I guessed eleven."

"Boo!" Apparently, half the room are sore losers.

You laugh and then it's his turn to choose a prize. When he picks an envelope, he opens it up and his eyebrows raise in surprise. "An all paid expense trip to the spa and then a dinner reservation for two at some fancy restaurant."

"You're taking me to that," Sam immediately says.

Everyone laughs and then Pepper mentions taking a food break so you don't rush through the games. There are a lot of sandwich trays, fruit trays, and vegetable trays. And being the considerate pregnant werewolf you are, you let everyone else make themselves a plate before you, Steve, and Bucky make your own.

Eating carefully so as to not spill anything down the front of your outfit, the laughter and chatter around you makes you feel the most cherished you've ever felt. The finger foods itself is not enough to fill you up, but it does sate your hunger for now. However, with Wanda and Bucky still on either side of you even at the table, between the two of them they're constantly adding extra fruit and fruit dip to your plate.

A few more games are played afterward- Tony guesses the closest to the amount of jelly beans in a mason jar and wins a week-long getaway for two to Fiji, Natasha is the fastest with changing a diaper on a fake baby and wins another set of an all paid expense trip to the spa and restaurant for two, Lila wins at baby bingo and a check for twenty five hundred as well (Clint is clearly happy his family is raking in the cash), and Bucky is the fastest to suck all the apple juice out of a baby bottle which earns him a week-long trip for two to the Bahamas.

Everyone is having such a great time that a sudden alarm blaring immediately puts them on edge. But after Tony rapidly swipes through his phone to figure out what's going on, he realizes they're being called to assemble. Gazes dart in your direction, but you smile reassuringly at them.

"Go. The world needs you guys more than I do right now."

"But we didn't even get to see you open the presents," Wanda frowns.

"And that's fine. You already know I'm going to love whatever has been gifted. We'll gush about everything when you get back."

That seems to be all the team needs to hear before jumping into action and you're a bit surprised to see Bucky hang back. He waves Steve off when he notices his friend holding the elevator and you look up at Bucky with a furrowed brow. "You sure you're going to be okay, sweetheart?"

"Positive." You smile at him, stepping close to him and setting your hands at his waist. "And besides, opening these presents will not only distract me but it'll distract the kids as well. Go save the city or wherever you're needed, Sergeant. I'll be waiting in my apartment for when you get back."

Bucky's hands, both metal and flesh, reach up to gently cradle your face. His gaze darts all over your face for any signs of deceit, but finding none he finally grins. "Okay." He leans forward and kisses your forehead. "I'll be back soon." And then in a move that has you freezing and Pepper, Helen, and Laura's eyes widening, Bucky's hands drop to either side of your stomach as he bends at the waist and addresses your bump. "And you be good for your mama. I see the way you're making her flinch." He brushes his nose from side to side against your stomach and then chuckles when there's a kick in retaliation.

Before Bucky can straighten, you quickly paste on a smile but there's nothing you can do for the burning blush on your cheeks. And the damn prick smirks proudly at how flustered he's made you. "Go," you utter. "Go before Steve comes down to drag you to the jet."

Bucky gives you a nod before stepping back and turning around to saunter towards the elevator. You manage to keep it together until the doors close behind him, the elevator whisking him away, before someone says anything.

"Spill. Right now," Pepper says.

You glance at her, shoulders rising and lowering in a shrug. "I have no idea what the hell just happened, but I'm torn between crying at how cute that just was and wanting to desperately jump his bones." Lila giggles and your eyes widen. You point at her in an accusatory manner. "Stop giggling. You're not supposed to know what that means."

The other women snort as Laura urges her daughter to go play with her siblings and Morgan. Reluctantly she goes. Then as soon as she's out of hearing range, the ladies give you your full attention.

You sigh. "Bucky is.. a very attractive man. Too attractive if I must admit. And if I wasn't knocked up by some random guy's baby gravy, then I could definitely see myself turning on the charm and seeing if he's actually interested."

"First of all," Laura says, "never say baby gravy again."

Pepper snorts as Helen's nose wrinkles. "And secondly," Helen then pipes up, "that man adores you, baby and all." You huff in disbelief. "Don't think I didn't see him pacing outside my office at your last appointment. Or see the way he lit up when you gave him one of the sonogram pictures."

Laura smirks. "Clint told me Bucky keeps a copy of a sonogram in his vest."

And that- that's news to you. Yes you're well aware of your attraction to him as well as his attraction for you (being a werewolf really helps out when you can scent someone's emotions), but you wanted him to make the first move in order to be sure you and your baby were what he wanted.

"Whatever you decide to do, just know we all support you," Pepper says. You're still reeling at the fact that he carries your sonogram picture with him that you have nothing to say. "But until that day comes, why don't you start opening your gifts? I'm dying to know what the men thought were acceptable gifts."

Giving a feeble nod, Helen and Laura hurry to get up and start bringing over gift after gift. Then once you make yourself comfortable, Pepper hands you the gift she had gotten herself with squeals and coos following soon after you pull out onesie after onesie. The booties and floral headbands melt everyone's heart as well.

At the beginning of month nine, HYDRA starts to become a thorn in everyone's side. You figure they're looking for you and their precious cargo, but Natasha assured you everyone in the base you were held at had been taken care of and every file wiped from their computers. As far as other HYDRA bases knew, you did not exist. It was just a coincidence they were active again.

As the weeks slowly pass, your due date is any day now. So it's no surprise when you wake up in the middle of the night one evening, uncomfortable as can be, with pain in your back and lower abdomen.

It's four in the morning and you don't want to wake anyone, but Helen said to call her at any time in case something felt off. And this definitely classifies as something off. So after placing a call to your doctor and friend, Helen tells you to keep track of your contractions and head to the medical wing if they get too close together. She's currently in another state, but after a quick word with FRIDAY the A.I is sending for a quinjet to pick her up.

Moving from your bed to the couch in your living room, you work on trying to find a comfortable position. Sitting or laying down doesn't work, so you take to pacing. But you get tired of pacing very quickly and end up pulling out a yoga ball to bounce on.

By six in the morning, the contractions are about twenty minutes apart. The pain has amped up as the time passed that your claws and fangs have ended up elongating, and you've already shredded two of your couch cushions when you were suddenly seized up by a contraction. Eventually it becomes too much for you to endure so you have FRIDAY alert Wanda with a Code Pink. And not even four minutes later, Wanda is barging into your apartment with concern-filled eyes.

"Is this it? Is the baby coming? What's going on?"

You grimace, hands rubbing your stomach as you lightly bounce on your ball. "Uh, I'm in labor. This sucks."

"Well why aren't you in the med wing?" She asks. She comes closer to you, looking you up and down to make sure nothing else is wrong. "And what happened to your couch?" Instead of saying anything, you end up showing her. Another contraction hits and you snarl in pain, claws digging into your thighs and eyes blazing blue. Wanda's eyes widen. "Oh. I see." Then glancing upward, Wanda asks, "FRIDAY, how close are Y/N's contractions and can you please contact Doctor Cho?"

"The contractions are only eleven minutes apart now and Doctor Cho is still twenty-five minutes out. She has, however, advised me to inform Y/N that she should be heading to the med wing now. The nurses have been alerted and are waiting to have Y/N admitted."

A breath of air whooshes from your lungs just as you get yourself under control and you watch as the claw marks on your legs start to close themselves up. "Wanda," you pant, "I'm not going to be able to walk there."

"I got it." Your eyes watch as Wanda walks over to your kitchen, her hands glowing red as the same energy envelops one of your kitchen chairs. Right before your eyes, the wooden chair turns into a wheelchair. She then wheels the chair over to you, putting on the breaks before walking around to help you into the seat. "Now come on." She beams down at you. "Let's go have this baby."

Since the medical building isn't far, you don't bother with your pregnancy bag. The building is equipped with anything and everything you could possibly need and if you wanted your own stuff then you'd just send Wanda to get it. The elevator ride and walk towards the medical building is filled with your heavy breathing and pained grunts, as well as Wanda's encouraging words that are honestly starting to annoy you.

As soon as the nurses lay eyes on you, it's a whirlwind to get you situated as quickly as possibly. Wanda watches from the corner of your room and as soon as you're settled and the baby's heartbeat is resonating around the room, the terror sinks in.

You're about to have a baby. A BABY!? You're about to push out a baby that you're going to have to take care of for the next eighteen years and who will depend on you for the rest of her life. She will most likely be enhanced too and have to be looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life as well.

"Hey. You okay?" Wanda asks.

"No." Your voice cracks and the tears immediately well up as you meet your friend's concerned gaze. "I don't know if I can do this."

"What? Of course you can!" Wanda rushes towards you and takes a seat next to you on the bed, wrapping one arm around you and holding your hand with her other free hand. "This is just the pain and the realization that you're about to give birth talking, Y/N. You're going to be fine. And on the days where it does become too much, you have a whole team at your beck and call. You and baby Wanda are going to be fine."

Wetly chuckling, you say, "Nice try. That's not her name."

"Well you can't blame me for trying."

A wave of pain courses through you and you squeeze Wanda's hand. She hisses, you snarl, and when it finally passes you can sense a wave of pain radiating from your friend. Glancing at her, your eyes widen. "Oh no. I'm so sorry!"

Cradling her hand to her chest, she weakly smiles. "It's fine. It's not broken. I just- I never realized how strong of a grip you have."

You quickly take her injured hand within your own, concentrating on siphoning her pain away. You know it works when she tenses and pulls her hand out of your grip. "What was that? You had black veins-"

"It's okay. I was just taking away your pain. See?" You say, gesturing to her hand. You watch as she glances at her hurt hand once more, flexing her fingers and then looking at you in surprise. "Yeah. I kind of forgot I could do that."

"You forgot?" She laughs. Then sobering up, she says, "I bet you wish you could take your own pain away right about now."

"You have no idea."

When you become truly uncomfortable, Wanda has you sit in the middle of the bed and pulls your hair up into a messy bun before having you lean forward. Using as much pressure as possible, she presses her fist into the small of your back in hopes of alleviating some of the pain. Then when Doctor Cho finally makes her arrival, she comes with a cup of ice chips in hand and tells you to crunch on that while you're waiting.

Doctor Cho is just as excited as Wanda and you can't help but glare at them when one particular contraction has you groaning out in pain for over a minute. "Oh fuck HYDRA!" You shout once it's over. "There's so much fucking pain and I didn't even get to have the fun part of sex!"

Wanda's eyes are wide as Doctor Cho tries to hide her smile, moving around the machines to make sure you and baby are doing okay still.

"Um, bad time?" You glance at the doorway to find Steve and Bucky standing shoulder to shoulder. Steve looks rather amused whereas Bucky is looking at you as if you have bad news to deliver.

"Steve, the next time you go after HYDRA, kick them in the balls. Hard."

He snorts. "Sure thing, sweetheart. How long have you been in labor?" He nudges Bucky and the two of them walk in when Doctor Cho doesn't immediately shoo them out.

"Since four this morning."

Bucky and Steve are both about to admonish you, no doubt, when a contraction hits yet again. Your features immediately transform as you snarl and Wanda makes sure to keep her hands tucked close to herself. "They're getting closer," she muses. Then looking at Bucky, she says, "Come over here and hold her hand. She nearly broke mine earlier."

Bucky gulps. "Doll?"

"Give me your fucking hand, James!" Steve snorts as Bucky hightails it towards the bed, slipping you his vibranium hand for you to squeeze. And once the contraction passes, you slump back into bed and sniffle. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you."

"It's, uh, it's fine. I understand."

"Just so you know, I got that on camera." Tony saunters in, Pepper at his side.

But while Tony is far too amused at your pain and yelling at Bucky, Pepper is elated for the life you're about to bring into this world. Wanda relinquishes her spot next to you so Pepper can slip in. "Hey Y/N, how are you holding up?" Her gentle touch as she brushes the sweaty flyaways off your forehead makes you cry once more.

"This sucks."

"I know it does, sweet girl, but trust me. It's going to be all worth it the second you hear your baby's cries."

Another contraction hits and you're grateful that Bucky had never pulled his hand back. You squeeze his vibranium hand and whimper in pain, and Doctor Cho comes forward. "Okay, Y/N, I'm going to have to see how far you're dilated now since the contractions are only two minutes apart."

Doctor Cho helps you prop up your knees and, though the blanket is still covering you, Tony blanches. And that- that makes you weakly laugh. "Alright, everyone, if you're going to stay I'm going to need you to stand near my head and not my feet. Got it? Cool."

Pepper quietly laughs and leans in to press a kiss to your temple. "We're going to go, but good luck! I can't wait to meet her."

"Thank you," you say just as she pulls away. "For everything."

Pepper winks at you and grabs Tony's hand, he willingly letting her take the lead. Wanda reclaims her spot and Bucky doesn't budge an inch. Steve, however, nervously rubs at the back of his neck. "I'll be in the waiting room and alerting everyone." Then meeting your gaze, his expression softens. "You're going to do great. I'll see you after."

You smile at him, but another wave of pain prevents you from saying anything. And once Wanda and Bucky are left alone, Doctor Cho pushes the blanket and your hospital gown up to your knees so she has an unobstructed view of your lower half. You wiggle at the sudden pressure between your legs and then she's looking up at you and smiling. "You're ready to push."

A sob stutters out as your fear comes back tenfold. You hold tighter to Bucky's hand and reach for Wanda's with your other hand, but you don't squeeze her like you are Bucky. "L-Last chance to book it out of here," you say without meeting their gaze. "Because the second I start pushing, you guys are stuck with me."

It's quiet and then, "As long as you want me, you have me. I am not going anywhere, sweetheart."

Your bottom lip trembles and Doctor Cho smiles adoringly at Bucky's words. Wanda chuckles. "Yeah. What he said."

"If you two are going to stay, I'm going to need you to wash up real quick and put on a sterilized cover."

Wanda and Bucky both assure you they'll be right back, and Doctor Cho leads them to a small room connected to yours where they can get ready. You can hear water running a moment later as your friends lather up and then the rustling of the paper coverings they have to put on that covers the front of their bodies. Then when all three return, Doctor Cho hurries around the room to prep what she needs for the delivery while also calling in a couple of nurses that you had okayed to be in the room when the two of you had made your birthing plan.

Bucky and Wanda take their places on either side of your bed, and Bucky immediately slips his hand into yours. Wanda just watches from her spot, anxiousness rolling off of her even though she's smiling widely. The two nurses finally enter the room, taking their place by flanking Doctor Cho when she slides a stool to the end of the bed you're laying on.

Doctor Cho smiles at you and gives you a nod. "Okay. You ready? We're going to push on three."

"Ready or not, she's coming," you say.

"That's the spirit." Doctor Cho then glances down at your lower half. "And push on one, two, three!"

Immediately you push with all your might for the first six seconds, but the excruciating pain flares up and you roar out in pain. You don't need a mirror to know your face has shifted and you barely hear Doctor Cho telling you to take a breath and that that was a really good push. So when you're allowed to take a break, you fall limp against the bed and start crying. "That hurt so fucking bad."

"Hey. That was good," Wanda assures you. "It'll be over soon."

You shake your head, denying her words when you come to the conclusion that you honestly don't know if you can do this. And then, "I think you dented my hand."

You startle at Bucky's words, snorting and then pulling your hand free and swatting him. "Shut up. No I didn't."

"You didn't," he grins. "But I got you to laugh. Now take a deep breath and do it again. Push."

Giving yourself a moment, you do exactly as you're told. You reclaim Bucky's hand and then push again, roaring out seconds later. When you fall back against the bed, tears are rolling down from the corners of your eyes. "I can't. I can't do this," you cry.

"You can and you have to," Wanda says. When you look at her, her own eyes are filled with tears. "You can do this, Y/N. You can. Now push again."

You continue to whimper until Doctor Cho tells you to push again. You do and it feels like the pain is even more excruciating now. Cho smiles. "Oh wow. There's the head." She glances up at you in surprise. "Your baby really wants out."

The nurses behind Doctor Cho immediately go into action, grabbing blankets and preparing for the baby's arrival. "Helen, I don't- I can't-"

"You can." You glance up at Bucky and nearly stop breathing when he leans down so his forehead is against yours. "You can do this, doll. You're almost there. Just a little bit more pain and then the most precious being ever will finally be here."

There's a lump in your throat, but you manage to swallow around it. "Easy for you to say. Your vagina isn't being stretched open way further than it's supposed to be."

He smirks. "Shut up and push."

"Fuck off, Barnes."

There's no malice behind your words, but it doesn't stop Bucky from acting as if offended. Then when you position yourself to push again, Wanda grabs onto one of your knees as Doctor Cho instructs her to and then Bucky does the same. You grunt, you scream, and you cry harder than you've ever cried, and after several more pushes there's a piercing wail that emits from the end of your bed.

All noise ceases except for the piercing cry and your eyes widen when you see Doctor Cho lift your baby still covered in a mess. She's laughing as she lightly wraps the baby in the blanket and then stands to lay her on your chest. "Congratulations."

The tears immediately come back tenfold as your arms come up to hold her against you. "Hi," you cry. "Oh my god. Hi."

The baby continues to wail as you glance between Wanda and Bucky, and you don't think you've ever seen them so stunned before. As your head falls back in exhaustion, Doctor Cho says, "We have to take her now. She needs to be cleaned up and we need to run a few tests before we bring her back."

And though you know she's right, you can't help the growl that bubbles up when you see one of the nurses step forward. You manage to suppress it seconds later, but the nurse is glued to her spot in fear. Bucky moves and you don't make a peep as he gently wraps the baby in the blanket once more and lifts her from your chest. Your eyes are glued to him as the smallest of smiles turn up the corners of his lips and then he's handing the baby to the waiting nurse.

"S-Sorry," you manage to say to the nurse.

And a moment later, she grins. "It's fine. New instincts are wreaking havoc on you, no doubt, but we we'll be back as soon as we can."

You nod at her, heart aching as you watch the nurses walk out of the room with your newborn daughter. Doctor Cho taps on your ankle and says, "Ready for the afterbirth?" Your nose wrinkles and she chuckles. "I know. I need to get you cleaned up and then tell you all about what your body's going to go through for the next month or so."

Sighing, you look up between your friends. "Go. Go find out how much Baby weighs and then tell the others she's here."

Wanda chuckles and her nose wrinkles in a cutesy manner as she gently cradles your face in her hands and leans down to kiss your forehead. "You did so well. I'm so proud of you."

"Mhm. Thank you for being here."

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't have missed this for the world."

Wanda takes her leave, no doubt to find the baby, and then you look up at Bucky. The emotion in his blue eyes is enough to make your heart stutter, but instead of repeating Wanda's actions, he grabs your hand and gently squeezes it. "Thank you. Thank you for letting me witness that. I-"

His own voice cracks and you smile knowingly up at him. "I know." You then bring his hand up to your lips, pressing a kiss to the back of his vibranium hand. "And thank you for being here. I wouldn't have been able to do this without you or Wanda."

He grins. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

Chuckling, you gently push him away. "Go. Go find my girl and then tell the others. I'm sure they're dying to know what happened."

Bucky smirks before backing away and then turning on his heel to take his leave. As he makes it to the door, he rips off his hospital covering and trashes it. Then walking down the corridors, mind reeling over everything he's just witnessed, he lets his hearing take him to where he can hear a baby fussing.

He finds Wanda not long after and she glances at him, smiling. "Six pounds, three ounces."

He exhales in awe. "Jesus. She's tiny."

"She is."

Side by side, Bucky and Wanda watch as the nurses give the baby a washcloth bath. The entire time she's screaming her lungs out, but it only makes them smile and laugh and joke about how Y/N is going to have her hands full. They continue to watch as her foot prints are taken for the birth certificate and measured, then rocked back and forth until she calms down.

When she's placed in a bassinet to rest, Bucky clears his throat. "I'm gonna go find Stevie and the others. Give 'em the good news."

Wanda just hums in response and then Bucky's on his way once more. This is the lightest he's felt in a long while and he can't quite explain the pure elation that he felt the moment he watched Doctor Cho put the baby on Y/N's chest.

"Hey there, Tin Man," Sam calls out. "Any news?"

Bucky glances up, masking his surprise that his feet had taken him to the waiting room without really knowing. "Uh, yeah." He slowly grins. "Six pounds, three ounces." Pepper gasps, smiling wide. "She's, uh, she's in the observation room right now. Wanda's there if you wanna see her before they take her back to Y/N."

Pepper is the only one to get up while Steve, Sam, and Tony hang back. A moment later, all three watch as Bucky numbly takes a seat.

"I- that was.."

"Intense?"

"Beautiful?"

"Grotesque?" Tony muses.

Bucky briefly glares at Tony before looking at Steve. "I didn't know seeing the birth of a baby would feel like that."

"It usually doesn't," Sam says. "I mean childbirth is a beautiful thing, but it's not usually so intense unless there's feelings for the lady giving birth. Come into any realizations lately?"

Bucky opens his mouth to retort, but nothing comes out. Slowly closing his mouth, he frowns and then takes a moment to think about everything since Y/N was brought back to the compound. He thinks about every moment he had with her one on one, and one particular moment stands out to him. He'd been sitting in the communal kitchen when he heard someone approaching, their fucking fuckity fuck, fuck, fuck being a dead giveaway as to who it was. Y/N had rounded the corner, hands on her lower back and complaining about the full moon taking a toll on her body this time around.

Bucky suddenly sits up, eyes widening. "And there it is," Steve chuckles.

Sam starts to swear. "That doesn't count! Feelings have to be returned. We don't know how Y/N feels."

"Please." Tony scoffs. "If you can't tell that she's in love with Robocop, then the muffled sex noises from when they're boinking like bunnies after she heals will be a dead giveaway." Sam groans as Steve snorts and Bucky stands up without a word. "Atta boy, Buckaroo. Go get your werewolf."

Back in the room, you're cradling your baby and staring down at her in complete awe as you run your forefinger down the bridge of her nose. Wanda and Pepper sit in chairs next to the bed, and Helen stands at the end of your bed. "So everything checks out perfectly," she says. "Ten fingers, ten toes. Perfectly healthy."

"But," you muse, eyes never leaving your daughter's face. When she doesn't say anything, you glance up and smile sheepishly. "You're nervous about something. I can smell it."

She grins. "Right. I forgot you could do that." You continue to stare at her until she shifts nervously from foot to foot. "Well, um, when we took a sample of her DNA it was automatically entered into the system."

"Okay."

"I wasn't looking for anything. I promise," she pauses to gulp, "but it pinged in our system. We got a hit for a DNA match to someone who was already in the system."

"W-What?" Helen nods, uncomfortable. You glance between Wanda and Pepper, and both are equally shocked as you are. Then meeting Helen's gaze again, you ask, "Who?"

"James Buchanan Barnes."

The air seems to whoosh out of you at that and you don't know how to feel. On one hand, you're absolutely delighted. But on the other hand, he had no say in this and you don't want him to feel obligated when he no doubt finds out. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. I ran it twice more and Bucky's the father."

"I'm what?"

Dread pools in your stomach as your gaze darts to the opened door. Bucky stands there frozen. "Shit," you quietly curse.

No one dares to say anything, so Bucky stumbles further into the room. "Did you just so I was the father?"

You gulp. "I-It would make sense. Why HYDRA was so ecstatic," you explain, tears stinging your eyes. When he glances at you, you say. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't," he says. "I'm not- I'm not mad." And in a move that surprises you after he's just found out that he's a father now, he sits on the bed just right in front of you. He smiles at you before his gaze darts down to your daughter and he chuckles softly while reaching up to gently caress her beanie clad head. Lowering his voice, he says, "I'm.. happy that it's me. That she's mine. Ours." He then looks up at you, his smile vanishing at the sight of your tears. "I mean, I won't push my way into your lives if you're not-"

"Shut up," you sniffle. "She's ours. Of course I want you there, but only if you want to be there."

Bucky's radiant smile in response makes you swoon, and Pepper and Wanda finally chuckle.

"I hate to break up this moment," Helen says, "but I need a name for the birth certificate. And signatures."

Guiltily looking at Bucky, you say, "I already chose a name. If I had known-"

"It's fine, sweetheart. I'm sure you chose a good name."

You nod and then glance over at Wanda. "I, uh, I wanted to honor the pseudo big brother she'll never get to meet." Wanda's smile falters, eyes glistening. "Her name is Petra. Petra Amaris." Pepper immediately coos and Wanda loses her composure. Your eyes widen and you glance at Bucky, gesturing for him to take your daughter. Panic flits across his features, but then he steels himself and reaches to carefully take her from your arms. Then once you're free, you maneuver over to the side of the bed closest to Wanda and reach for her hand. "Hey. Hey, shh. If you don't like it, I can-"

"No," she's quick to cut you off. "I love it. I'm just surprised, that's all."

"It's a beautiful name," Pepper assures you.

"Good."

Bucky looks so enthralled with Petra in his arms that you look for Helen and gesture for her to hand over the birth certificate. Taking it and a pen, you get to work filling in your name and signing it at the bottom. Then looking at the father portion of the certificate, you figure you'll let Bucky fill it in if he wishes. But as for Petra's last name, you fill it in without even thinking about it.

"Here. Your turn," you say. "Only if you want to though. No pressure."

Bucky glances at the birth certificate, reading it over. He grins before glancing at Petra once more and then takes the pen from you, gesturing for you to place the clipboard down on the bed so he can write. It takes only a few seconds and then you're handing it over back to Helen with a beaming smile.

It doesn't seem like Bucky is going to relinquish Petra anytime soon, so you take the moment to lean back in the bed and rest for a bit. However, you only get to relax for a few minutes before there's a knock on the door.

"Aw man, you're lookin' awfully cozy with that kid in your arms, Barnes," Sam says.

Steve elbows his friend as Tony makes a beeline for Pepper. "Huh. She's actually pretty cute," Tony says. "I thought I was going to have to come in here and lie about how cute she was."

"Tony!"

You grin at him, but Steve steals your attention away as he hovers over Bucky and reaches in to touch your daughter's tiny hand. "What's her name?"

You and Bucky meet each other's gaze, silently communicating about whether or not you should tell them. You give him a nod and he slowly smirks. He moves so both his feet are planted on the floor, and Sam and Tony have a better view of the baby cradle in his arms. "Her name is Petra."

"Aw damn. Named after the Maximoff speedster," Sam says, shaking his head. "Should have seen that coming."

Wanda giggles as you snort, but then you have to bite your lip to keep from bursting into laughter when Bucky tells them her full name. "Petra Amaris Barnes."

The men seem to all freeze, but then Pepper and Wanda coo about how adorable it is that you gave her Bucky's last name.

"Wait, what?" Poor Steve. He looks so confused. "Barnes? She has your-"

"I'm the random HYDRA operative who apparently supplied the other half of Petra's DNA."

"Holy shit."

"You got that right, birdie," Tony mutters.

You giggle and then shrug when Steve meets your gaze. "It was a surprise to us all, but apparently Bucky's more than okay with it."

The room goes quiet as the situation sinks in and then Tony starts to giggle. All eyes turn on him when says, "We sent in Barnes to seal the deal with Y/N and he really sealed the deal, huh? Got him a baby momma and everything."

You blink in surprise and then stare at Bucky, grinning softly when he seems to pink in embarrassment and refuses to look at you. You glance at Wanda and gesture towards the door, and she seems to get the hint. "Right, well," she says, standing up. "Why don't we give these two a bit of privacy while we go make some phone calls to Clint, Laura, and Nat. I'm sure they'd like to know Petra is healthy and that Y/N is doing fine."

Steve and Sam get the hint, but Pepper has to push Tony out of the room. Then left alone with Bucky, you smile at him. "Care to explain what Tony meant about you coming in here to get the girl?"

You watch as he gulps and you can see him trying to piece together what he's going to say. "I might have come to the conclusion that I liked you more than a friend and was coming to see how you felt about that."

Your breath hitches. He.. likes you? That was something you kind of already knew, but were waiting for him to say something. And leave it to him to confess after giving birth and your emotions were kind of haywire at the moment.

Unable to speak at the moment, you carefully lean forward until you're on your knees and Bucky glances up in surprise. And without warning, you press your lips to his in one of the most softest of kisses since he is still holding Petra.

It takes a minute for his brain to reboot and when he does, you smile against his mouth as he returns the kiss. "Is that," he mumbles, "is that your way of saying you like me too?"

His eyes sparkle and you huff a quiet laugh, biting the bottom corner of your lip as you nod. "I do. Have for a while, but didn't want to scare you off since I was pregnant."

"You wouldn't have," he assures you. "I adored the two of you long before I found out she was mine. I'm all in if you'll have me," he says.

You nod. "I want you."

"Good. 'Cause you're not getting rid of me. Ever."

"That's fine by me."

#marvel gen fic x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #bucky barnes #wanda maximoff #steve rogers #sam wilson #pepper potts #tony stark #natasha romanoff #helen cho #avengers #marvel

[awindylife-writes]

Warmth

Relationships: 10th Doctor x reader, Martha x reader (platonic)

Summary: after an adventure where you almost died, the Doctor and you have a cuddle

Warnings: mentions of injuries

Genre: fluff

It has been one of those days. The adventure you had had wasn't on the happy-gorgeous-view side, but more on the almost-dying side. Especially for you.

The Doctor didn't take it well.

He hadn't let go of your hand, except for when he steered the TARDIS away from the planet you had visited. Then he immediately took hold of it again, his grip tight.

He hadn't left your side, not that you wanted him to. First you had spent an hour in the med bay, with both Martha and the Doctor fussing over you until they deemed you were properly taken care of. Then it was your turn to fuss over them because they hadn't been left unscathed either (neither you nor the Doctor liked the black and blue bruises on Martha's face, arms and legs. the Doctor suffered a bloody gash on one arm. he'd said he was fine. ha). There were a lot of desparate hugs on all sides.

After that, you made sure you all ate a decent meal, and then Martha retreated to her room. It has been long day.

You left the Doctor for just enough to take a shower, and then you came straight back. Post-near-death-experience sleepovers have been a tradition for a long time, and you weren't going to break it now.

You knew he needed you to stay. He needed to hold you so he would know you are safe and well and there in his arms. If you were honest, you needed him to hold you too.

The Doctor immediately turned to you when you entered, his room this time. You took him in just for a second, his lips, his freckles, his brown hair sticking every-which-way, but time stopped when you cought his eyes. Soft brown deep dark gentle eyes that pulled you in like gravity. Eyes which were now full of fear for you.

You both rushed forward, arms reaching for each other and then gripping tightly. One of his hands held the back of your head and the other came around your back.You could feel him tremble as he clung to you. He fisted your shirt in his grip and you held onto him just as tightly. He buried his head in your shoulder and sighed.

The Doctor had changed into pajamas as well. You greedily inhaled his scent. It meant safe and warm and home and you wanted to hold him forever.

You did let go eventually, not wanting to stand any longer. He looked at you in confusion when you pulled away.

"Come on," you said gently and pulled the Doctor towards his bed. It was just as comfortable as it looked when you climbed in and settled amongst the softness.

He truned the light down to a soft glow before joining you. You didn't want it to be all dark, because you knew he probably wasn't going to sleep, no matter how much you wished he would. He'd just lay there and hold you and keep his fears away. You didn't want him to do that in the dark.

He tugged lightly on your sleeve to get your attention and you opened your eyes. You lifted your head from the pillow, rising enough to lean on your elbow with eyebrows raised in question. He quietly pulled you towards him, avoiding your gaze.

Knowing what he wanted, you laid your head on his chest and hugged his middle, while his arms came to hold you gratefully. (He was holding you, but he was holding onto you as well.) He rested his chin on your hair. You could hear his hearts and you clung to the sound.

"Is this okay?" you half whispered against his shirt.

"Yeah," he answered in a soft, tired voice. You could feel his breath in your hair. "Yeah, just- just let me hold you. Just let me hold you." There was so much contained in that sound; so much desparate fear but care so deep you didn't know its end.

You nodded, "Okay."

Then, "Can I go to sleep, or d'you want me to stay?" you asked, because this was important. You didn't know which kind of fear was in his head; if he would need you there.

"No, no it's okay. Go to sleep," he told you, voice quiet and gentle.

"Okay," again.

Then you lifted your head enough to see his face. He looked down, eyebrows raised, and you caught his eyes, those deep-brown-gentle-wonderful eyes. "But you'll wake me up if you need me," you told him. You knew he didn't like this but you knew you were right to ask.

"Alright," he nodded. "I will."

"Promise?" you asked with a pointed look, knowing what he was like.

That got him to smile a little, in indulgence at the least. He blinked and nodded in assent, "I promise."

"Good," you concluded and laid back down.

You closed your eyes and snuggled into his soft shirt, sighing in content. It felt so good, being wrapped up in the Doctor. You got lost in the warmth and the scent, and then you were out like a light.

The Doctor's lips curled into a small smile despite the darkness in his mind. He carefully caressed your hair and tangled his fingers into it.

He was so glad he got to hold you. It meant that you were safe, that you were breathing and warm and alive. It meant that he had you, that he got to hold onto you even longer. It meant you were at peace, that you trusted him when you were defenceless.

He lightly pressed his lips to your forehead, closing his eyes, then nuzzled his nose into your hair.

You promised him you would stay and by all the stars in the universe, no matter what, he would keep you.

#doctor who #doctor who x reader #tenth doctor x reader #10th doctor x reader #the doctor x reader #doctorwho fanfiction #tenth doctor #10th doctor #reader insert #the doctor #martha jones #platonic!martha jones x reader

[betelgeuse-1988]

pale blue eyes: obi-wan/reader

hey so i fell in love with ewan mcgregor recently and proceeded to watch all of the prequels and started the clone wars. how dangerous! probably more obi-wan content in the near future. sorry if this isn't canon compliant...i don't know enough about star wars and i'm so sorry!! give me tips if you have any

obi-wan is also probably totally ooc and i’ve definitely disregarded the jedi code (bc screw the code!) but...i don’t care...obi-wan is too beautiful for that lmao. if anyone can handle a little temptation from the darkside and still be a good jedi, it’s obi

tags: smut, fluff, light angst, hurt/comfort, grief/mourning (mention of death), master/padawan dynamic (sorta), possessive sex/behavior, rough sex, marking (hickies), smoking, implied age difference, porn with feelings (and maybe plot), dirty talk

There was something oh so terrifying about being a Padawan. Of course, it was all you had ever known, but realizing that there would be a day when no one would be there to hold your hand as you traversed the daily experiences of being a Jedi was overwhelmingly terrifying. But, what was even more terrifying was the thought alone of losing your Master.

Actually losing her before you’d finished your training could only be described as unquantifiable.

Obi-Wan broke the news to you soon after reporting to the council after the mission on some outer-rim planet went wrong and led to several Jedi being killed. He spared you the details as you broke down in front of him, apologizing immediately for letting your emotions get the best of you. You tried your best to keep everything in, especially in front of one of the best Jedi Masters. Obi-Wan looked down the hallway before slowly walking you back into your quarters. He sat you down on your small bed, taking a seat next to you.

“I know how you feel right now, as I too lost my Master. But, you must remember your Master has returned to the Force. She has become something better and will always be with you. It will be difficult, but as time passes the intensity of your emotions will fade.”

You looked up into his blue eyes, the truth behind them reinforcing what you sensed in the Force. His statements were genuine, facts that had been seen in countless other Jedi who had experienced what you did; but, his eyes (and the Force) held a sadness that seemed as if it was too big and too fragile to even consider touching. Having heard some pieces of what had happened to Master Kenobi and his Padawan, it seemed as if he never had enough time to grieve. He never had time to consider what loss meant and how to deal with it. The words he spoke seemed to be monotonous, as if they were a mantra he thought to himself often. An attempt to rid himself of emotions that council members told him that he would be drawn to the darkside because of them.

“And yet,” you said, pausing to control your breathing, a few tears escaping your eyes now and then. “Those emotions will never go away, huh?”

Obi-Wan broke your gaze, sighing and rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m...I’m sorry, I’m not helping, am I?” He let out a sad chuckle before looking back at you. “It’s just...I know too well how you feel. And yet, I cannot bring myself to tell you that you must rid yourself of these emotions because they will lead you astray. I so wish that one person would have allowed me to feel, just for one moment.”

You take his hand into yours, unable to bring yourself to look him in the eyes. “You’ve helped me more than you know, Master Kenobi. And I only hope that you are able to take your own advice, too.”

“I will try, young one.”

After this moment, you found yourself drawn to Obi-Wan in the late hours of the night. Master Windu took over the last few weeks of your training before your trials. When you were not training or sleeping and Obi-Wan was not training his Padawan, you were together. This often caused you both to spend late nights in one of your quarters (most often his, as they were bigger). At first there was nothing sexual or even romantic about these meetings. They allowed you both to explore your grief and help each other control emotions most Jedi would consider distracting or unwanted. It was nice to feel safe in your emotions.

At least, until your emotions became romantic feelings for Obi-Wan.

This realization hit you like a podracer a few weeks after you became a Jedi. You had been given a mission to protect a queen from an outer-rim planet visiting Naboo for a week. The distance alone is not what caused you to realize these feelings. Obi-Wan and his Padawan had been sent on small missions in the past few weeks, causing you to go days without seeing him. Sure, you missed him, but training for your trials could fill the void he left. But, now, being away and nearly bored out of your mind in your down time was horrible. You felt a constant sense of longing and desire that you could only trace back to Master Kenobi. Your thoughts would drift back to late nights you spent with the sweet man who could comfort you with only a smile. Thoughts of running your hands through his auburn hair as you begged him to keep growing it out, especially with the beard. Watching his eyes flutter closed as you gave him a massage through his undershirt. He lets out little groans and moans, telling you to push harder in certain spots. Holding his large, calloused hand in yours as you cuddle close together on his bed. It wasn’t until the final day of your assignment that these thoughts turned sexual.

You laid in bed, too excited over going back to Coruscant and having a few days off. A half-dreaming vision formed in your mind of Obi-Wan laying in his bed. The image became clearer and you realized that his sleeping pants were pushed down slightly, his hand grasping his cock tightly. A moan slipped past his lips, the words he choked out indecipherable as he thrusted harshly into his fist. You attempt to will away this vision but it’s stuck--almost engraved--in your mind, drifting in and out like a boat rocking back and forth on waves. His thrusts seemed desperate, as if he had been attempting to reach his climax long before you created this vision. He moans again, this time it is clearer and louder than before: your name. It slips past his lips smoothly as he finally tenses slightly, forcing his hips upwards. Cum shot out of his cock as his thrusts stuttered to a stop and his hand took over. Some particularly thick shots hit his lower stomach, covering the hair above his cock. The rest flooded slowly over the tip and down onto his hand. He groaned all through his climax, panting once he had finished completely. Your mind often drifted back to these images as you fell in and out of sleep throughout the night.

Getting back to Coruscant was a welcome return home. After your report to the council, you saw Obi-Wan and Anakin waiting for you outside of the chambers. You found it difficult, at first, to hold Obi-Wan’s gaze as he greeted you.

“Hello, Master Kenobi. What are you doing here?”

“I heard you got back. If you’d like, Anakin and I would like to take you to Dex’s,” he says simply, a wide smile on his face. Anakin gave you a toothy grin, excited to gorge himself on greasy diner food.”How was your mission, young one?”

You smiled widely, slightly forgetting about the waking-dream that had been plaguing your mind. “Sounds like a great idea. I can tell you all about my mission over dinner, then, I suppose?” Obi-Wan nodded in response, a smile (albeit smaller) on his face mirroring yours and Anakin’s.

After dinner at Dex’s, Obi-Wan dismissed Anakin to his chambers (though, Obi would confide in you that he knew for a fact his was talking to his fellow Padawans late into the night, to which you would chastise him for doing the same thing with you) and invited you to his own to meditate. The walk there was quiet, yet comfortable. But, as you reached his quarters, you saw the bed that was ingrained into your visions from the night before. The panic and embarrassment ran through you, piling heavy in your stomach and causing you to stop in your tracks at his doorway. Obi-Wan took off his boots quickly and made his way to the large window at the opposite side of the room.

“You can come all the way in, y’know?” Obi-Wan said once he realized you had not followed, his tone light and playful. He was teasing you, like he always did, always a flirt. And yet, tonight, it made you nervous. You took slow steps towards him after taking your boots off by the door, meeting him at the window he liked to meditate at. “Are you okay? No witty comeback for your favorite Jedi?” He moved to cup your face but you turned away, noticing it was the hand he had so elegantly wrapped around his cock in your vision.

You looked back at him and shook your head, your eyes becoming watery out of embarrassment and fear. You knew you needed to talk to him before this got any worse. “C-can I talk to you about something?” He nodded, his face becoming serious, and sat down on the plush cushions he used to begin meditating. He patted on one next to him and you sat after taking off your cloak. You two sat almost too close, knees touching. You could almost smell him and could almost feel the calming warmth radiating off of him. “I...During my missions I was plagued by visions, Master Kenobi.”

He frowned slightly at what you said, worried about the potential dangers of visions Jedi see. “You do not need to use my title in my quarters, young one,” he said, calmly, so as not to scare you or make you feel he was reprimanding you. “But you can tell me anything. What were in these visions, young one?”

You sighed, attempting to muster the strength in admitting what you saw. Obi-Wan could sense your struggle and reached out to touch your knee gently. You placed your hand over his and squeezed gently, closing your eyes to center yourself. The minute you opened your mouth, the word-vomit flowed fast. “They were of you. They began as nice and comforting. Domestic moments. Like holding your hand or cuddling. I could see myself doing that with any friend. But...last night, it was sexual. I, uhm, watched you...pleasure yourself. Y-you moaned my name. Maker, I feel like I’ve used you, I am so sorry, Master Kenobi.”

“This happened last night?” he asked, blushing slightly under your curious gaze. You nodded slowly, unsure of where he was going with this. “Then I don’t think you were making these visions up, darling.”

Your jaw dropped, with Obi-Wan only smirking back at you. “W-what do you mean?”

“I think you saw me, somehow. I saw some of those visions you described earlier in the week, too. Perhaps we are connected, young one.” He looked at you processing what he just said and smiled. “I like you, a lot. I admire your work as a Jedi and I am so proud to see how much you have grown since I first talked to you that night your master died.” He moved the hand that was resting in his lap to cup your cheek. “I believe I have fallen for you. I am sorry that you had to see me in such an inappropriate state, however. I would understand if you didn’t want to be with me.”

“No! I mean, I do. I want to be with you. I never imagined that you would ever want to be with someone like me.” You smiled brightly, giddy about this change in your relationship with Obi-Wan. “And, if I may say, you looked quite beautiful last night. I am honored that you thought of me just as I have thought of you. Although, you have a much different imagination than I do.” The man in front of you blushed and chuckled brightly, almost proud of what he had done.

The hand on your knee tentatively moved further up your thigh. “Perhaps I can spark your imagination?”

You shifted to be on your knees, placing your hands on his thighs. You leaned close to him, almost brushing your lips against his. You were able to feel the tickle of his beard on your face as you whispered out, “Perhaps I can fulfill yours?” You pressed your lips against his as he shoves his hands through your hair, tugging on it slightly. Even as he moaned, you tasted the strawberry milkshake you shared with him at Dex’s. But, as you kissed him deeper, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, you tasted tabac, causing your mind to wander. You never thought of Obi-Wan indulging in the toxic substance, but you can’t bring yourself to be surprised. Images of Obi-Wan shirtless, just-fucked and sweaty, his hair a mess, flooded your mind. A cigarra hung from his mouth, barely hanging on to it as he took puffs from it.

A nasty habit Obi’s voice rings through your mind, almost embarrassed, I can’t seem to kick it, young one. I hope you aren’t angry.

You pulled away and cupped his face. Not wanting to ruin the tender moment of vulnerability, you kissed him lightly and projected your thoughts to him, I could not be mad at you. I find it shamefully attractive, but if you are ready to quit, I know you can.

He smiled into the kiss as you pulled away to begin stripping. “Allow me to help you,” he said, moving to push your robes off your shoulders as you took off the belt around your waist. You shrugged the robes off of you completely and threw them to the side, followed by your undershirt. Obi-Wan moved to help you take your pants off, but you stopped him.

“Allow me to help you, Master Kenobi?” he blushed and leaned back, copying your actions by starting with his belt. You help to shrug off his outer robes followed by his undershirt. You admire his chest, speckled with freckles. You pushed him down lightly, his back hitting his carpeted floor lightly. “You are truly beautiful, Master.” You kissed his chest lightly, kneeling at his side and helping him to shove his pants and undergarments off. Even though you had seen his member the night before, it was different in person and being able to see it uncovered by his hand. Semi-hard, all you could think was that it would look even more beautiful in the moonlight and neon lights streaming from the window. You flicked your hand, flipping the light switch by the door.

“I was going to ask if you liked what you saw, young one, but it seems I was wrong,” Obi-Wan hummed.

You smirked, taking his cock in your hands. “Oh, I do, but I am one for aesthetics and I would prefer to be fucked under the moonlight.” You jerk him off slightly, getting him hard. As your movements become a tad more difficult, you hold your hand up to the man’s mouth. “Spit, please.” He looked at you with a raised brow but spits. You rubbed it up and down his cock, making your movements much smoother. You squeezed lightly around his cock and he began to thrust lightly under your touch. You moved to lean down and use your mouth on his cock, but Obi-Wan stopped you.

“Let me get you ready so I can fuck you under the moonlight, just like you want, my young one.”

He moved you down to lay on the floor, pushing one of his cushions underneath your head. After helping you out of your remaining clothes, he shoved the other pillow under your hips, angling them upwards. He then kissed down your chest, as if attempting to kiss away the moonlight with how fervently he pressed his lips to your skin. Yet, as you pushed his hair back to get a clear view of his serene face, you thought he may be trying to pin down the moonlight to your skin. The way his gaze locked with yours showed how intensely he cared about this moment. His kisses acted as an attempt to encapsulate you in the light, an attempt to preserve this moment forever. You were not just another nightly escapade (not that either of you had many of those, both unknowingly too caught up in being smitten by the other). Rather, in this moment, Obi-Wan was declaring he was going to make love to you with each and every kiss pressed to your skin. The final kiss he pressed to your skin was your clit. Once this was finished, he began fingering you, stretching you with two fingers immediately and suckling on your clit. You gasped and moaned under his touch, fingers diving into his hair.

I want to make you mine, young one. After we began talking I wished I had fought with the council more to train you instead for the remainder of your time as a Padawan. Perhaps we could have been here sooner.

“Master Kenobi,” you moaned aloud. Not being able to form words verbally, you responded with the Force. How I began to wish the same. I suppose, then, I was always yours?

He pulled off of you, but added a third finger to his thrusts, smiling up at you brightly. “Yes. And I suppose I was always yours, then, too?”

“Yes,” you moaned out, high pitched, almost squeaking. You hummed and tried again, regardless of if Obi heard you the first time, “Yes, Master, you’re mine.” Obi-Wan’s smile somehow grew, but he quickly went back to working on you with his mouth. However, this time, he leaned more on his arm that he’s using to finger you. That way, his other hand was free to jerk himself off. You only noticed when he moaned against your clit lightly. “Master Kenobi, are you--”

Yes, he sent you, almost strained as if he was speaking, I think I could cum just by eating you out, I wouldn’t even need to touch myself.

“I wouldn’t want that,” you said, pushing his head lightly, “so why don’t you fuck me instead?”

He pulled his head up and smiled, “Anything for you, my darling.” He stood up, pulling you to join him, and guided you toward the bed, stopping by his drawers to grab a condom. Laying down on the bed, you watched him roll the condom over his cock and climb onto the bed with you. He kneeled between your legs, pulling up your leg to rest it on his hip. He used his other hand to grip your hip and pulled you towards him. You gasped, both at the sudden movement and his member pushing into your pussy slowly. “Such a good girl, taking me so perfectly. You can take me all, right, my young one?” You nodded your head fiercely, unable to form a coherent thought as he continued to thrust in and out of you, each thrust going deeper than the last.

Once he settled into you completely, your hands fisted his bedsheets roughly. “So full, you fill me up so nice, Master Kenobi.” You shifted your hips against him, attempting to get him to thrust into you. His grip on your hip dissipated as he moved to push down on them. You moved your hand over his, pushing down on it lightly while also gripping his hand.

“Is there something you need from your Master, young Jedi?” Your grip on his hand tightened as you nodded. “What do you need? You can use your words.” You blushed as you attempted to quantify what you wanted him to do. You attempted to shift your hips as the position became uncomfortable from being held for so long without moving. “Please, princess. I want to give you what you want, but I will not move until you tell me.”

“I want you...I…” you trailed off, becoming embarrassed for what you were trying to ask. You threw your head to the side and thought to him, I want you to mark me. I don’t care if it hurts. I want to know, as long as the bruises last, that I am yours. I want to hold on to this moment.

“Is that all, young one?” You nodded in response, trying not to embarrass yourself more than you felt you had. “There is nothing to be embarrassed over, sweet girl. I want to please you, and the only way I can do that is if I know what you want. Never be embarrassed when asking for what you want.”

You smiled as his hand moved back to your hip, his grip stronger than before. Timidly, you add on, “Can you also move, Obi-Wan? I...I need it.” He silently responded by squeezing your hip and thrusting into you. He quickly picked up speed, however, thrusting into you desperately. Obi-Wan shifts, dropping the leg he held at his hip to be able to lean over you. Moaning at the new angle, you wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him close. Your fingers delved into his hair, tugging at it as he thrust into you just right. Obi-Wan moaned at that, flicking his hips faster in response.

“Where do you want me to mark you, hm? Maybe a place above your robes so all the other Jedi Masters will see and know you’re mine?” You tensed slightly under him, even as your pussy clenched. “No, darling? I didn’t mean to worry you. I will make sure no one can see.” Obi-Was pressed light kisses to your collarbone, as he had before, but quickly began to suck on your collarbone and lined it with love bites.

Too overwhelmed with the pleasure, you think to Obi-Wan, Perhaps another time, you can make them more visible. Let everyone know I am yours and yours alone.

He only hummed in response as he busied himself with bruising your skin. You shoved a hand between the two of you, rubbing your clit in small circles.

Am I not good enough for you, young one?

You stopped your movements and began to stammer out an excuse.

I am only teasing, darling. I want you to cum on my cock. And, you’re making it much easier for me to achieve that goal.

You both continued like this, attempting to reach your climaxes by pulling on Obi’s hair, him suckling on your skin to leave marks, and you circling your clit. Eventually, your legs tensed and you lifted your hips up towards him. You gasped, the inner walls of your pussy fluttering around his cock. “Obi-Wan, I’m cumming,” you exclaimed, moaning even more as you flung your head back against the pillows.

“Let go, love. Cum for me, show me you’re mine.”

Your hips stuttered against his, legs tensing and shaking on either side of the Jedi Master. He pulled up and off of you, shifting back onto his knees. He thrust through your orgasm, attempting to reach his own. He moved his hands again to grip your hips tightly, bringing you against him roughly. Obi-Wan moaned as he thrust into you as fast as he could, wanting to cum so badly. “Cum for me, Master. I can sense how desperate you are, n’ I wanna know I made you cum. You came inside your young Jedi’s cunt, all for her. Only for her.” His hips began to stutter irregularly against you as he came, moaning your name just as he did the night before. Obi-Wan eventually stalled against you, collapsing slightly. “After that show, you can put your full weight on me. You deserve it, and I don’t want you to pull out just yet,” You said, rubbing his head gently..

“I always had a feeling you’d be insatiable,” Obi-Wan chuckled. He leaned his full weight on top of you. It was surprisingly comforting, especially after his rough grip and bruising kisses. He snuggled into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses against it, as your hands settled at his waist. “I can only hope to completely satiate you, one day, I suppose.”

“You did perfectly fine, Obi-Wan. For now.” He finally pulled off of you, forcing you to come to his refresher with him to clean up. When you finally laid back down in his bed, both of you naked and comfortable in each other’s arms, you were too tired to do anything more than hum in content. Just as you were trailing off to sleep, a warm thought entered your brain.

I love you, young one. Never forget that.

You responded quickly, though you assumed the sleepiness that would have been present in your voice was also present in your thoughts.

I love you, too, Obi.

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[saphirered]

I have a request! How about a pre!Caleb x reader with a runechild reader that has been with Caleb and Nott from pre-stream? What would their friendship dynamic be with the two and how does Caleb react to them being hunted for experimentation by various magic users.

I’m so sorry this took so long to write. Double shifts have been killing me but I’m still trying to get these requests out regardless in whatever free time I get. I hope this one’s to your liking. It turned out pretty long 😅 . Enjoy regardless 😘

Prison. How did it come to the point where being stuck in a jail would be both the best and worst place for you to be? At least those after you wouldn’t be able to get you without getting in a lot of trouble or jumping through legal hoops giving you enough time to plan your escape. 

When word got out you were a runechild people praised you… and hunted you discovering your worth as a conduit for the natural magics as well as an arcane power source. You learned many before you were hunted and killed, or enslaved for just this fact so when people came knocking you weren’t going to stick around and find out their intentions and plans for you. You value your own life more than that no matter how curious you may be about what it means to be a runechild. 

Being on the run has its good sides; new places, new people and new experiences. The down side, no stability, no security and no long term friends, always on the road with barely a moment to breathe but at least you’re alive and not held captive and squeezed for every bit of arcane juju in your body. Though, you have to say you do miss having friends. Luckily you’re not the only one on the run from selfish mages with ulterior motives and as they say, birds of a feather… 

You’re sitting in the corner of your cell head leaning back against the wall and one knee propped up. There’s barely any light bleeding through the narrow window up high, the only way you’ve been able differentiate day from night and count how long you’ve been here. Time’s running out. You’ll have to make your escape soon. The guard schedule is the most difficult as you don’t see yourself overpowering all of them. Sure you can charm a few but brute strength isn’t really your thing and you’re kinda squishy compared to the armoured folks trying to keep people from escaping… You weren’t going to take your chances there and draw more attention to yourself. 

The barred door opens, the sound pulling you back to reality to see a rather filthy looking man and a child? Halfling? being pushed into your cell. Great. Company. Not like that eliminates what few plans you had… The door is closed behind them by the guard that gives the small person a kick in the back for good measure. You don’t respond as they cry out about to turn back around and attack the guard but are stopped by the man. The duo sees you as the guard leaves and sticks to the opposite side of your humble abode sitting down together and whisper. 

This would be the next few days; these new roommates of yours sticking to themselves barely speaking at all when not whispering. Not like you could blame them. You weren’t about to stick your nose in their business just like they hadn’t. Though, what you wouldn’t do for some warmth during the colder times like the small one, a goblin you learned, snuggled up with the raggedy man. When was even the last time you had a hug? It feels like ages. Whatever they had going on, you had to say you were slightly envious. At least they had each other. You were all alone and would remain alone for the foreseeable future. You’d give the world if that meant you could have something like they do. 

It’s been a few days since you were given any food. You’re hungry and by the grumbling stomachs of the man and goblin, so are they. Then the guard came by throwing a single slice of bread through the bars. Both you and the goblin scurry forward diving for the slice and you get it. 

“This isn’t enough for all of us!” You shout after the guard holding onto the slice. 

“It’s all you’re getting. Share or fight for the scraps.” The guard calls nibbling on some piece of fruit or something. The goblin woman curses after the guard who stops in his tracks. You quickly glance between the raggedy man and the goblin as the guard walks over to the bars. Casting the spell with nothing but your mind as the guard’s distracted by the screeching cursing woman, the guard’s form relaxes a little bit and eyes turn to you. 

“I’m so sorry about her, my friend. You wouldn’t be able to help us out, would you? It’s been a few days since we’ve eaten and we’re growing hungry. Could you be a dear and fetch us some good and proper food quickly? I’d greatly appreciate it.” You bat your eyelashes and smile innocently. The guard nods happily and hands you a pouch filled with what he was snacking on. 

“I’ll be back with more but please take this for now.” The guard says before he’s off to find you more food. You let out a breath of relief that it worked. You open the pouch and see some fresh berries. The goblin stares at you in confusion as the guard went from asshole to friendly in a split second. You hand her the slice of bread. 

“Now let’s hope the asshole returns within the hour.” You make your way back to your corner and sit down in your usual spot. While you do nibbling on the berries you feel the man’s eyes burn into you or rather a dimly glowing rune on your lower arm. You quickly shift hiding it, staring him down until he averts his gaze. You see from the corner of your eyes as the woman offers to share the slice of bread with the man with a slight hesitation. That amount of food is going to do next to nothing to sate an empty stomach for one, let alone two people. You look down at the pouch of berries while you pop one in your mouth. 

Cursing to yourself you get up, walk over to their side of the cell and sit down a couple feet away from them. You think for a second, pour some of the berries in your hand and hold it stretched out towards the man. 

“Look, we’ve seen you charmed the guard with your wiles to give you food but do you have to rub it in our faces too?!” The woman screeches petting the man’s shoulder in comfort. 

“I don’t think they’re taunting us. I think they’re offering to share.” 

“Take them before I change my mind.” You’re still half deliberating on eating them yourself with how hungry you had grown in the past few days. The goblin calms down demeanour instead turning to confusion trying to find some ulterior motive while the man takes the berries with a brief smile and shares them with the woman. 

The room turns silent again for the next thirty minutes or so before the guard returns with some plates of fresh food. Bread, not stale, butter, a couple of cuts of meat and even some steamed vegetables and rice. You rush over to the bars a little quicker than you’d wanted but even the smell’s enough to make your mouth water. You take the plates offering the guard a charming smile.

“Thank you very much, my friend. We won’t forget your generosity. Now why don’t you be back on your way and we’ll keep this our little secret alright?” 

“Yeah, of course. Let me know if you need anything else.” The guard nods before leaving the three of you. 

“You lot still hungry because this needs to be gone in the next thirty minutes or so.” The man pats a spot next to him and the goblin and you rush over handing them their own plates the three of you shoving down the food as fast as you can, to the crumbs, licking the plates clean. Not your finest perhaps but it only shows how long it’s been since any of you had a proper meal. After you return to your usual silence but remain seated with them. 

The consequences of your spell usage came as you expected and resulted in some bruises for you but they were worth it. Since you shared the food and took full responsibility for your actions the man, Caleb and goblin, Nott had grown a little more open with you and the three of you came to a nonverbal understanding to share what you got and distribute fairly. In the mean time you’d still been plotting your escape but your stunt had put a bit of a dent in that as they changed up the guard schedule too. Time’s running out. 

It’s afternoon and you’re laying on the floor curled up shivering from the cold facing away from Caleb and Nott. Your breath is visible in the air, the day unusually cold. A small hand touches your shoulder so you turn to see Nott giving you a pitied look. You sit up a little still shaking breathing into your hands and rubbing them together in the hopes of getting some warmth going. Nott grabs onto your hand and slowly pulls you in the direction of Caleb where she had been sitting before. You don’t resist as she sits you down right next to Caleb. You can’t help but cling onto him a little, responding to the warmth he brings and he does the same. While the difference is minimal, it’s better than none. Nott curls up in between the both of you on your laps using part of your coat to wrap around her, your own little heating pad against your stomachs. 

Caleb snaps his fingers and you feel soft fur scratch your neck, weight of a paw shifting to your shoulder and settle down. Looking down you see a bengal cat cuddle up like a scarf between you and Caleb. You make eye contact with the man. While your knowledge of the arcane might be limited you put one and one together and recognise the cat to be a familiar. You scratch the orange fuzz-ball’s head a little making it purr. 

“That trick you pulled a few days ago, you think you could do it again?” Caleb asks, voice shaky from the cold. You nod. 

“Good. We’re gonna need it if we want to get out of here. Together.” 

The next few days are repeated in kind, the cold sticking and freezing to death isn’t on any of your schedules. Caleb showed you a little trick of his to keep you warm when you were sure no guards would be near. The flame in his hands and cuddly cat Frumpkin, offered you some warmth and comfort when you most needed it. 

One day you’re in Caleb’s embrace, Nott in yours and you’re huddled together, when you feel some kind of amulet hidden beneath the layers of Caleb’s clothes. Caleb notices you noticed and freezes up. 

“Don’t worry I’m not going to steal it. Is it from your home?” You assure and while he grows a tiny bit less rigid he’s not back to his usual self.

“You could say that.” Caleb speaks absentmindedly, sounding a little stuck in his head.

“So not a good memory then. I won’t pry.” This puts him more at ease. He reaches into the neckline of his shirt and pulls out the amulet running his thumb over it. Curious what it looks like you’re slightly taken aback it matches something you’ve managed to keep hidden on your person too. 

“Looks like we have more in common than I thought. People with those kind of trinkets usually intend to stay hidden from people with a tendency to stick their arcane noses where they shouldn’t.” You take out the similar amulet from beneath your robes and show it. You’d rather not go into the details of how you procured this object. What matters is you have it and it keeps you safe from more persistent folks. 

“It appears so. If you don’t mind me asking, who would you be running from to need such an item?” You notice some wariness behind Caleb’s curiosity. Mistrust perhaps?

“No one in particular that I know of currently. It’s more of a precaution you see. The… origins of my abilities make me very wanted by those of arcane interests. They’d see me caged like some pretty songbird to be shown off to their friends or in chains, to be used as a power source for their spells and rituals without my consent. Certain powerful mages have been made aware of my presence in the Dwendalian Empire and seek to use me for their own plots. I prefer my freedom and staying out of their clutches.” You explain. You have no reason to hide this from Caleb. It just wasn’t relevant before. 

“I think I have a feeling I know about these individuals and believe me when I say you’re better off staying far away from them. I intend to do the same.” Caleb puts the amulet back in its place hidden from sight and you do the same. 

“A common interest then? Since we’re running from the same thing, perhaps sticking together after our grand escape until our paths diverge works in our benefit?” You deliberate as Nott listens along. You expected her to be asleep but apparently she had been listening too. 

“You can protect us and we protect you. You can study and learn together and become more powerful. We’ll protect each other. Caleb?” Nott speaks as she grabs yours and Caleb’s hands in her small ones giving them a light squeeze. 

“I don’t see why not.” Caleb mutters seeing the benefit in sticking together for the foreseeable future. He looks at you waiting for your answer.

“I guess. If you’ll have me, I’d very much appreciate the company.” 

And so you decided to stick together. Your breakout, not without its hiccups, successful regardless. You did as you agreed and had each other’s backs leaving your prison days far behind. You make a great team swindling people, stealing what you need to get by. Life on the road is hard but much more bearable with these two at your side. Nott has very much taken the mother role when it comes to the two of you, making sure you’ve eaten enough, studied enough and sleep instead of sticking in the books with Caleb. She’ll cuddle up to your side even on the warmer nights wrapping her arms around your arm or sides. Caleb shares his knowledge with you, as much as he can anyway hence the two of you studying together. He’s taken up the role of tutor and friend very well. The three of you while a little rocky at first have a good thing going on. You’re more than just friends. You’re family. You look out of each other no matter what and you stick together until the bitter end through think and thin because at the end of the day; birds of a a feather, stick together. 

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[mustardcustardworks]

Ok listen. Zuko and Sokka are both awkward with physical touch as a love language, IN THE BEGINNING. We know Zuko struggles with physical affection from years of neglect and abuse, but with Ty Lee and Iroh (although Iroh recognizes it and distances himself for the comfort of his nephew) being outwardly affectionate people who just hug at any given moment, Zuko gradually become a bit more used to people touching him unprompted. He's still reluctant about it by the time he joins the gaang, and when Sokka just offers him a high-five for the first time on the boiling rock his brain short-circuits because "we just escaped the literal death that is my sister and you want to touch me right now?" so he just kind of stands there until Sokka hesitantly and awkwardly draws his hand back. More zukka love language splurge under the cut

That's because he prefers spending quality time with people. In doing that, even in complete silence, you could enjoy the company of someone for so much longer. It could be the simplest task of walking through the palace gardens and saying nothing other that pointing out and commenting on random foliage, and that would be Zuko's favorite experience with that person ever. The awkwardness is clouded by a task or contemplative silence, no need for compliments or touch or emotions, just enjoying company.

Sokka on the other hand, LOVES physical touch. Ever since he was a kid. He always tackled his sister and wrestled with his dad and the other men in the tribe, cuddling with his mom and Katara in polar-bear dog hides on nights that were especially cold. He would always compliment people with a touch to the shoulder or initiate any sort of physical contact because that's just who he his. But when his dad and the men left and his mom was gone, the people that he loved to touch the most disappeared. That just left Katara, but he started growing more distant with her the more they grew up and she assumed a motherly parental role and could talk back and make her own decisions and voice her opinions. There were nights where they wouldn't even speak or communicate at all, sometimes for days on end. On these circumstances he would show his affection by doing what he did best, caring for others and being protective and providing, through acts of service. He would silently show up with game that he knew was Katara's favorite because it was the easiest for her to cook, or traded his boomerang sharpening kit for sacks of sea-prunes that shocked his sister and made her gape at the goods he brought home. He would also preform these acts of service to anyone else in his village as the quote-on-quote "residing chief," doing chores for gran-gran and the other elders while they took their naps, taking the children out for adventures so the adults could spend time doing work without distractions. Through this Sokka felt that he was doing the best he could for his tribe, by providing them with things that they needed, but never asked for.

(This is borderline gift-giving as well, which will help further down.

So when these stupid assholes finally get opportunities to have physical touch with one another, even before "shit I got these feelings", its insanely awkward. Neither of them have any recent experience with touch because a: they're in the middle of a fucking war. B: touch has memories of what could have been (Zuko with Mai, Sokka with his parents and the tribe). And c: they so desperately want to reach out and touch because they remember how good it felt.

But Sokka still completes his acts of service, trying to figure out how to make tea because it reminds Zuko of Iroh. Zuko just casually invites Sokka to sit on the cliff of the air temple when neither of them can sleep and they just sit and talk about anything. Some nights they don't but it doesn't make it different, just allows them to enjoy the company of each other even more (if possible). Sokka is the first one to break, softly reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind Zuko's ear when they're sitting on the grass gazing up at the stars near their campsite. Zuko freezes for a moment when Sokka's fingers linger on his scar, but he visibly relaxes when he realizes that no, its fine, its just Sokka. This is nice. This is at the point where they both realize they have feelings that might not be so platonic, but it doesn't seem foreign or unwelcome, so they let it come as it does. Zuko will sometimes reach out for Sokka's hand when something upsetting happens or a battle is set to begin, or even just casually where they're both just standing and listening to someone, or around the dinner circle enjoying what Katara had prepared. Sokka even came up behind Zuko as he was enjoying a tea (prepared by Sokka, obviously) and just hugs him from behind and presses his chin on Zuko's shoulder. Its still not unwelcome. Zuko doesn't say anything and neither does Sokka, and its a complicated tightrope of what is okay and what is too much, but they let it be.

Fast forward 'til Firelord days and they snuggle under the covers of the bed, Zuko getting to spend time with Sokka as they breath in each others scents and are silent, even though each of them are awake, and Sokka gets to complete an act of service by wrapping his hands around Zuko's waist and being protective and comforting of who he loves. Zuko enjoys every single kind gesture Sokka does, accepting each gift with smiles and gratitude, making his stomach flutter in warmth. Whereas Sokka appreciates the time that Zuko spends with him. He knows words don't come as easy as they do to Zuko as the do to him, so when he still continues to make the effort, it makes him know he is loved. Sokka doesn't hesitate to express his words of adoration, but sometimes they aren't needed. Touch, time, and service is all that they really need, and it works for them.

It's always worked for them when you think about it.

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