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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Let go

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Bucky x reader

My brain is truly like a toddler that doesn’t want to put on pants. Anyway. Now that this thought is in my brain and I envisioned it, I must get it out. sorry

Warnings: angst, smut

Imagine emotionally repressed and touch starved Bucky.

He doesn’t really allow himself to cry. After a nightmare he tries to hurry away the sobs that wrack his body and pull himself together. He doesn’t think he deserve to feel sad after the things he’s done so he takes those nightmares like punishment's he deserves. He doesn’t talk about the pain he’s in because he doesn’t want to burden others with his problems.

Even with you. There have been so many moments where his eyes sting, his throat tightens, he wants to curl up like a baby on your chest and cry but he can’t bring himself to. Sometimes when you hug him for a second longer, his lip trembles and he lets go.

He’s touch starved in a way he doesn’t tell others; it’s not about people being too close or hugging him. He’s had plenty of bear hugs and drunken smooches on the cheek from nearly everyone on the team, especially after Tony’s parties.

That’s different.

He’s scared to let go. Scared to feel something so intense. He doesn’t even think he deserves that type of pleasure. He only has faint memories of what that type of intimacy felt like and he doesn’t feel ready to be vulnerable like that. His body looks different. His body is different; its pumped full of chemicals, all his senses are always dialed to a hundred.

It scares him so much, he doesn’t even do anything about it for himself.

It’s not that he doesn’t want it. When he sees you, he wants to touch you. He wants to feel every bit of your soft skin. He wants to feel your hands caress him wherever you want. But he never lets it happen, pushing it away for as long as he can.

Until he can’t anymore.

The soft kisses between the sheets become more needy and he wants to feel all of you. Your quiet moans each time he touches you make him crave more, he wants to make you feel good. So good. He wants to feel every inch of your body, fuck he wants you to touch him.

Touch him everywhere.

Where he’s the most vulnerable.

Where he’d moan for you.

Where he knows he’d be so sensitive, scared, shy, but no one else can have him like that, just you.

Once you’re both bare, he can already feel so much. Wanting your hands to stroke him, your lips to kiss him there softly. The need to be inside you. He wants to push himself inside you and stay like that forever, safe in your arms. He doesn’t tell you that this is basically his first time again; he can’t remember anything from before. He hopes you don’t realize he’s nervous, that you don’t hear the fast beating of his heart, his shuddered breaths when he feels your hand grasp him, giving him gentle strokes.

“You okay Bucky?” You look at him with so much love and kindness and for a moment he wonders if he can do this, if he even has the right to make love to such a beautiful thing like you. But you play with his hair, kissing his skin, reassuring him you want this and he knows he wants it too. He needs it.

You guide him to your soaked entrance, your thighs hugging his waist; this is already so much closer to you than he’d ever been before. He doesn’t realize his breaths are getting heavier, his heart racing even more, until he feels your hand cup his cheek, making him look at you to ground him. Your hand is rubbing up and down his chest, soothing his erratic heart, you just want the same as him; to be connected in a way you feel all of him.

“It’s okay baby, just look at me” You whisper, your breath hitching when you feel the tip of his cock nudge your core. “Let me feel you Bucky”

Keeping his eyes locked with yours, he pushes himself inside and he can’t help the deep moan that slips past his lips. Its almost euphoric. His body moves on its own, rolling his hips, chasing more of your warmth, his arms holding you close to him. Your hands are gripping onto him, moaning, telling him how good he’s making you feel, but he knows its nothing in comparison to the way he feels wrapped in your warmth. You would never have a clue how good you were making him feel.

“Y/n...”

He can already feel it, the pleasure blooming through his body, he can’t stop it from creeping up his spine, flowing through his veins, he’s never felt something so good and he can’t hold it.

“Fuck it feels good y/n”

You moan in response, loving the way he stretches you. His thrusts speed up craving more.

“Baby, touch me?” He looks at you with pleading eyes, he wants to feel your body enveloped around his. “Pleases, please t-touch me y/n, I need it”

You mark his neck with soft bruises, letting him feel your lips and teeth gently nip at his skin while your hands stroke up his arms before draping around his neck to hold him close to you.

“Please baby” He knows he’s not going to last longer; he desperately wants to but you feel too good and he’s too sensitive, feeling everything at once, “Please, it feels good baby, its so good, y/n, angel, I-I need it so bad”

You kiss his lips sweetly and the gentleness of your touch makes him melt.

“I-I can’t-I’m gonna-hngggg-”

“Let go Bucky, cum for me baby” you whisper, your hands stroking his body as he nearly whimpers, burying his face into the crook if your neck, hot puffs of air hitting your skin. Your words throw him off the edge, his entire body weight on you, words can’t describe how good it feels.

His first release.

His body is feeling so much.

Too much all at once.

The feeling is now overwhelming, he feels open and vulnerable, his body still throbbing, shivering at the cool air touching his sweat covered skin. He’s panting against your skin, body weight on yours. You start to feel a dampness on your neck, confused. Were those tears?

Then the first sob escapes his lips.

You’re terrified a boundary has been crossed or that a memory of his may have been triggered. Did you hurt him accidently?

“Bucky?” You try to pull away to see his face but he shakes his head and buries himself deeper, clinging onto you. “Baby, you’re scaring me, what's wrong?”

He can’t even tell you what’s wrong, crying harder and hugging you tighter, his body continues to feel, still wrapped in your warmth. He can’t even place where all his feelings are coming from; everything he’d been holding on the inside pouring out at once.

“Bubba” You coo, rubbing his back, trying to rock him and calm him down but sobs continue to wrack his body. You manage to pull the covers up, protecting him in a cocoon of warmth while he lets everything out. You realize its the first time he’s cried in front of you. What you don’t know is it’s the first time he’s allowed himself to cry at all.

“Its okay sweet heart, I’m right here James” Your lips brush against his forehead, stroking his hair.

“S-sorry” He whimpers, feeling bad for spilling all his emotions onto you without warning, hardly lasting, feeling like an even bigger burden than before. You shake your head, cupping his cheek to wipe some of his tears away while he continues to hide away from you, keeping his face in your neck.

“You can cry whenever you want to, I’m here to hold you. You can always cry baby, don’t hold it in”

His cries soften as he thinks about how much he loves you. He’d never felt safer, he’s never let anyone touch him or hold him or comfort him like this. All those rights were reserved just for you, his safe haven. His doll who took care of him.

“Shhhh” You soothe him as best as you can, kissing the top of his head, “You’re safe here bubba, I’m here”

He nods against your chest, little sniffles and tears still streaming down his cheeks.

“Y-you make me feel so good” He whispers, closing his eyes and clinging onto you. You giggle but Bucky shakes his head, pulling away from you and making you look at him.

“No angel, you don’t understand. You make me feel so good in everyway. Y-You make me feel safe baby, you take care of me. You love me so much, you’re such an angel to me” His eyes leave your gaze for a moment, his cheeks blushing, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re my first since I’ve gotten a little bit of my life back. I know I don’t remember a lot but no one else has ever made me feel so good. Not like you”

You kiss him deeply, the muscles in his body relaxing, allowing himself to get lost in you again. He groans into the kiss, letting his tongue explore your mouth, your legs wrapping around his waist, hugging him with your entire body.

“You’re making this hard for me angel” Bucky stutters, feeling your walls flutter around his semi hard length, still buried in your heat. “I-I won’t last” You can practically feel the warmth radiating off his cheeks, your poor touch starved baby.

“Just want to feel you” You whisper, your breath hitching when he starts to rock his hips again, making your moan. Your hands rub all over his body, your fingers carding through his hair, moving down to trace down his spine, your ankles locking around his waist. You kiss him and touch him in every way possible while he pants and moans above you.

“Is this okay?” He asks timidly, his hand hesitantly cupping your breast, toying with your nipple his forehead resting on your again.

“Touch me baby, anywhere” You moan out, while he grasps the soft flesh harder, dipping his head down to take your nipple in his mouth. The feel of your hands caressing his skin, your soft peaked bud on his tongue brings his release again, and he can’t stop himself, he chases it, his body trembling on top of you.

He blushes, about to apologize again but you stop him, your thumb caressing his cheek, pressing a kiss onto his nose.

“We have all night solider. All night”

And he does just that.

He spends all night having release after release.

Until the bed is so messy, you have to take it to the showers.

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kodamafc · 3 months

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Had to give my thoughts on this chapter as it was a real turning-point in Yashiro and Doumeki's relationship. It's all still incredibly messy and complicated, but I think we can all agree at least, that the relationship between the two of them has changed irrevocably for the better.

Doumeki was brilliant in this chapter. He pushed and pushed. He was not leaving without an admission from Yashiro of his feelings and he got it. But he knew where the line was the whole time: 'The body chemistry is mutual'. Lightly worded, but his face in the previous panel! Doumeki is a man of very few facial expressions and here his pain and repressed feeling is written all over him. But he doesn't want to spook Yashiro with the weight of it. I've got no doubt that if it was up to him he'd want to tell Yashiro he was beautiful and how much he loves him over and over again, but he can't do that and is smart enough to know it. But the most important thing is he knows now that Yashiro has real feelings for him and there's no going back now. Yashiro will be his priority going forward, come what may. And what may come I'm sure is going to be very difficult to navigate with all the other story lines around them.

Yashiro is brilliant and brave in this chapter. He lets Doumeki know where his behaviour has upset him. I predict Doumeki will never speak to him harshly again. It's the most open we've ever seen Yashiro. His face during the 'confession'... there's lots of different interpretations of what Yashiro says and means here. My rose tinted interpretation. Isn't he essentially saying: 'I like the way you do it/I want what only you can give'? It's certainly what he gets, at least. Doumeki is all passion and gentleness from here on. I feel like the message was received. Because now we see Doumeki doing things the way he wants to. He just wants to worship Yashiro's body. That's the kind of sex he wants and it seems to me Yashiro gives his permission.

As for the end, again I feel so optimistic. Yashiro's face when Doumeki replies to his question of what kind of sex they are having is ambiguous for sure. So I might be way off here. But look at how Doumeki looks at him after he tells him it's just sex. Again, he's a man of few expressions and yet here he is so intense. And then a slow lean in towards Yashiro. And the tongues touching, a handshake of sorts. And Yashiro likes it. I think Doumeki played it perfectly and Yashiro was reassured. It allows Yashiro to take the next baby step. He can't suddenly play the part of a loving boyfriend, it's a role he's never had before. Where to start? This is better for them. A perfect first step towards whatever next.

I'm probably way off on all of this but felt the need to put it out there. Love reading all your thoughts and thank you @itwearsadress for the translation. I would wash your feet in gratitude 😆

And lastly a few favourite moments. Yashiro's face after Doumeki swallows made me laugh out loud. Especially the second panel.

And the way they are wrapped around each other when Yashiro is against the wall and Doumeki has him in his mouth. Yashiro's arm wrapped around and gripping Doumeki's head and the other around his shoulder. And Doumeki's hand wrapped around Yashiro's leg and the other... And the way they are curled around each other. So pretty.

#saezuru #saezuru tori wa habatakanai

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endless-ineffabilities · 2 years

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Hi, I was wondering if would you be able to do something where the reader is with Morpheus when he tells Nada he still loves her? Only if you’re comfortable with writing about Nada or just angst in general ofc

Only you can set alight the fire in me

pairing: Morpheus x reader

warnings: allusion to smut, angst

summary: Reader is the half human, half immortal (take your pick - goddess, angel, witch, etc.) soulmate of Morpheus. When they come across Nada in hell, Morpheus makes a confession that the Reader simply doesn't like, to say the least.

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When I found out that he came back, I was elated.

It had been nearly a century since I last saw my beloved Morpheus, who suffered captivity in the wretched hands of Roderick Burgess. I tried everything in my power to free him, but even I cannot stray from the rules of magic.

I was able to communicate with him several times, and each time I had strained my power completely, to the point where he discouraged me from attempting to do so.

I knew that I just had to wait. Somehow, someday, my love would come back to me.

And he did.

He came back different, broken. But in my arms, he was still the same. I could sense a rage had developed within him - against his captors, from finding out that most of his subjects had left, from losing Jessamy.

From being away from me. I could also see that he tried to temper it down, for my sake, simply being content with basking in the glow of our reunion.

"My love," he whispered, voice breaking. We held each other for the longest time, Lucienne having excused herself much earlier to give us some space. Whispering sweet nothings, and promises of devotion repressed through the years. Sitting there in his throne room, almost wrapped in each other's skin, I never wanted to let him go.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry," he breathed against my skin, nose nuzzled in my neck.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, my love. They did this to you."

"But all of that caused you pain. You have no idea how," he runs his fingers down my arm, "badly," his hand now gently moving up my knees to my thighs, "... I needed you."

"Morpheus," I whispered, voice getting caught in my throat, "welcome back."

His lips crash to mine, gentle yet demanding, and all else was forgotten.

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Of course, there was much work to be done. My love had been robbed of his tools during his time in captivity.

We ventured off to London to retrieve his sand from Johanna Constantine, whom I've grown quite fond of, due to her tireless wit and devil-may-care attitude. I made a note to catch up with her another time.

And now, where else would we be but in the cold, depths of hell -myself, Morpheus, and his new raven Matthew, determined to take back his helm from a demon. Being here feels excruciating, as if hell is pricking through my damn skin. The ceaseless tortured screams of the damned don't do much to help, either.

Morpheus firmly holds my hand, as we follow Squatterbloat through each cursed area of hell. I was distrustful of the demon immediately, knowing that their kind was prone to acts of deceipt and malevolence, no matter how mild-mannered they may show themselves to be in the moment.

We start to climb the cells of the damned, a sprawling block of dreary towers covered by a sky of smouldering fumes. We pass cell after cell, and I try to avert my eyes from every tormented soul, as I don't think I can bear it.

"Take heart, my love," Morpheus squeezes my hand, sensing my discomfort, "We'll be out of here soon."

"I know," I try to focus on him, and nothing else, "Let's get your helm, and get out of this hellhole."

"I am grateful that you came with me. You give me all the strength that I need." He lifts my hand, and leaves a loving kiss.

"I would go anywhere with you, my love."

"Aww, you guys are so cute." Matthew intervenes, "It almost made me forget that we are literally in hell. Almost."

"Well, I nearly forgot that you were flapping about with us, Matthew. Almost." I turn to him playfully.

"Ha-ha," he responds dryly, "Leave it to you two to get all loved-up in hell, of all places."

Matthew and I had gotten into a routine of friendly banter, ever since Lucienne assigned him to be Morpheus' new raven. I appreciate the reprieve that it offers in this situation.

"Just walk on, you two," Morpheus says, feigning disinterest, but I could tell he was amused.

We walk on, and I dread the view that surrounds us, but I dread coming face-to-face with Lucifer even more.

I shuffle closer behind Morpheus, when a strained voice echoes from inside a cell.

"Kai-ckul?" A woman breathes heavily, peering through the jarred bars of her entrapment. "Dream Lord?"

Morpheus halts. He recognizes her voice.

"It is you." Her eyes well up in tears. I can't even imagine what she is going through.

"I greet you, Nada." Morpheus responds, his grip loosening on my hand.

So this is Nada. Morpheus had once revealed to me all of his past lovers. He said that he didn't want to hide anything from me, he wanted me to know what exactly being with him entails. All the good and the bad that came with it.

"But now, there is only you. There will only ever be you, my love. If you'll have me," I remember that he had said to me then, eyes ablaze in passion.

I stay silent as they speak, even when Morpheus drops my hand entirely.

Then I hear her ask, "Do you not still love me?"

I feel myself tense at her question, and Matthew and I exchange a knowing look.

A moment passes, and I assume that he is simply choosing the right words to reject her, while still being considerate.

Until he responds, "It has been 10,000 years, Nada. Yes, I still love you."

Her face lights up in realization, and I try to steady myself, disappointed at what I just heard.

"But I have not yet forgiven you." he turns away from her, and starts walking.

"Come, my love. Come, Matthew." he calls out to us, gazing straight ahead.

"You," Nada's eyes find mine, "are with him?"

"Yes," I answer weakly. I don't wish my words to bring her any further pain.

"He loves me," she grips the bars of her cell, as if wanting to break them off, "He said so himself. One day, he will forgive me and we will be together once more."

"I'm sorry," I don't know what else to say, feeling empty inside from hearing Morpheus' confession.

I walk faster to catch up with Morpheus, with Matthew promptly following behind.

Morpheus reaches for my hand, but I pretend that I don't notice and say, "Let's go. I've just decided that I really hate this damn place." I walk past him.

"That's rough," Matthew quips beside me.

"Tell me about it."

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We succeeded, as I believed we would.

Triumphant, and helm in hand, Morpheus, Matthew and I made our way back into the Dreaming.

I had been so afraid for my love when he engaged the Ruler of Hell in combat, that I nearly forgot the exchange that he had with his former lover.

Nearly.

Upon returning, Lucienne greets us with a relieved smile. However, she looks as if she's thrown off by my expression.

"Is something wrong?" she asks me in concern.

Everyone looks at me expectedly, but I'm not really in the mood to share so I just shrug, "Not at all, I'm fine. I'll just head to my library."

Morpheus tries to catch my eye, but I am already heading off. He calls out to me, "I'll be with you shortly, my love."

I enter my library and feel a sense of calm wash over me. Morpheus had constructed this library just for me, and it contains only the books that I love, as well as the ones that I have yet to read but am bound to love afterward.

This room is but a single proof of his efforts to win me over, and that he did, but now I can't help but wonder if I am truly special, or if he had achieved similar feats for his past lovers too. Perhaps he had, and normally I would be fine with that, but then again, he said that he loves her. Does he still love all of them? If he does, then his love will never be just for me.

The door flies open, and he strides in, unbothered and unaware of my thoughts.

He sits next to me on this plush, dark gray loveseat, but I don't look at him.

"Something's wrong?" he asks slowly, "Something's bothering you, my love. Tell me."

"You love her."

"What?"

"You still love her. Nada." I turn to him so he fully see the extent of my emotions. Maybe I am overthinking things, but his declaration of love didn't sit well with me.

"I..." he seems at a loss, choosing his next words carefully, "I will always have a love for her, yes. But it's different with you, of course."

"How so?"

"What do you mean? You know how important you are to me. You are everything." he reaches for my hands, eyes imploring me to understand.

"Morpheus," I pull away, and pace the room, "what if I had encountered any of my exes - Aeneas, Gabriel..."

"Don't mention those names in front of me," he cuts me off, his voice darkening.

"What if I meet them, and tell them I still love them?" I press on, as he looks up at me, brows furrowed, "How would you feel then?"

"You wouldn't dare do that, my love," he stands, adding the term of endearment in a slightly menacing tone, far from the usual doting one.

"That's how I feel!" I raise my arms in exasperation, "I mean, do you still love all of them? Your past lovers?"

"It's not the same. I am an Endless. It's almost impossible for me to simply get rid of old ties. My love runs deep for whomever I devote myself to. With Nada, she's an extraordinary woman... but she's nothing compared to you."

I find it hard to wrap my head around it, and take a few deep breaths. If he thinks that flattery, and a couple of sweet lines will completely diffuse the situation, he is sorely mistaken.

"I'm sorry," he reaches out to me, and I let him wrap his arms around me tightly, "I'm sorry I said that, and that it upset you. I do have a kind of love for all my former lovers, but all that pales in comparison to my love for you."

"I don't know," I mutter against his chest, "what to think."

"Then don't." He leans down, and kisses me. I try to stay angry, but he kisses me harder, moaning low and deep against my lips, and I lose myself in him.

His hands run down my sides, settling on my waist, pushing my back down onto the loveseat.

He proceeds to kiss my neck, biting a trail along the way.

"No one else can kiss you like this," he rests his forehead against mine, and runs his fingers down my chest, "No one else can touch you like I do. You're mine."

I wrap my fingers around his wrist, halting his movements, "And you're mine. Don't ever tell a former lover that you love them ever again. Not like that. I understand the extent of your compassion for each one of them, but you wouldn't want me to do the same to mine."

He gazes at me for the longest time, before a soft smile emerges on his lips, "Understood. And I'm yours."

He kisses me again, and again, and again.

Endlessly.

The end.

first oneshot/request done! It's not as angsty as I intended but hopefully it's got enough 😂

Yes, I do take requests, for Morpheus, Corinthian, and potentially other characters in other fandoms too. Drop me a message!

And, Ineffable's next chapter will be out in a couple of days. Corinthian will be making an appearance - I simply couldn't resist.

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georgieluz · 4 months

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HBOWAR OC MASTERLIST

OLIVER HARDWICK

intelligence officer, easy company (band of brothers)

ship: lewis nixon | tag: #oc: oliver hardwick

"you'll never fumigate the demons, no matter how much you smoke"

new yorker. former literature and latin student at university. mischievous. wealthy. playful. rakish, maybe even roguish, some might say, in a pretty boy kind of way. think: old money with a rebellious streak. massive ballrooms contrasted with secret parties in tiny apartments. flowing champagne. screaming drunkenly from the deck of a yacht. rage rage and more rage, so much rage. the subtle glare of disapproval from a calculating parent. a disdain for authority and taking orders. winter scarves in every colour, but especially red. kissing older men. dancing until you can't remember your family name. the simultaneous fascination and disappointment your friends and peers feel toward you. running away as a child and nobody even noticing you're gone. picking oranges in the mediterranean. freezing cold new york winters. spinning around in the rain. being too smart for your own good. self-sabotage. self-loathing. self-destruction.

playlist: tell me i'm an angel

TOMMY MONET

private first class, easy company (band of brothers)

ship: joseph liebgott | tag: #oc: tommy monet

"the silence that you're hearing is turning into a deafening, painful, shameful roar"

bostoner. from the wrong side of the tracks. barely got a high school diploma. former teenage nuisance. poet. fuelled by coffee and homeric similes. friends with every cat in the neighbourhood. talks to his cat badger more than other people. think: scrappy. argumentative. observant. smart but wishes he wasn't. hot black coffee running through his veins. flannel shirts. a backpack full of books. a hardshell exterior and deep, deep repression. running races down the railroad tracks until you're completely breathless. smoking because you don't know what else to do with your hands. irritable, but usually with a smile and a hefty dose of sarcasm. fuck the elite. no one can hurt me if they can't get near me. insecurities? what are those? who needs a father anyway.

playlist: let down and hanging around

CHARLIE SCOTT

private first class, how company (the pacific)

ship: bill "hoosier" smith | tag: #oc: charlie scott

"come ease my slumber, sink me into sleep"

mornings spent next to the river. cigarettes for breakfast. brushing the sand out of dark hair. journals filled to the brim. training as a car mechanic. hands coated with oil. overalls tied around your waist. a sarcasm-filled whisper in your ear. a hand gripping yours through the barrage of bombs every night. eyes searching for you as you cross every battlefield. dramatic readings of your stream of conscious poetry until something hits. adopting the dog that you found in the middle of battle. missing the diners you always claimed to hate. wanting nothing more than to run back to the mountains you hiked growing up. realising you never want to visit a beach again. longing for the quiet peacefulness of a lake.

playlist: i once warmed my hands

RHYS LLEWYD

corpsman, king company (the pacific)

ship: eddie jones | tag: #oc: rhys llewyd

"torn down, full of aching, somehow our youth will take the blame"

welsh born, new hampshire raised. gentle hands, sharp eyes. soft-spoken. welsh-lilted american accent. the messiest bedhead you'll ever see. enjoys watching people mispronounce his surname. touch-starved for something more than bleeding guts and bullet wounds. sage green and lavender. realising you never wanted to study medicine in the first place. cloudgazing. comic books shoved into pockets. an impeccable dancer who will never show it. can't handle his alcohol but drinks anyway. misses trees, and grass, and greenery. hands touching beneath the library table. a pile of books next to your bed. the scent of sugar and honey contrasted with the blood dripping from your hands.

playlist: fade me away

MAX JACOBS

platoon scout sniper, bravo company (gen kill)

ship: brad colbert | tag: #oc: max jacobs

"there's nothing wrong with me, this is how i'm supposed to be, in a land of make believe, that don't believe in me"

deadly aim, with a smile to match. skate parks and 7-11s. worn out chuck taylors. suburban fuckery. sneaking out of your bedroom window at 2am. driving out as far as you can because you've got nothing better to do. desperately wanting to escape your town at any cost. sony walkman cd player attached to your belt at all times. fuck the system (but you're in the system). laughing in the face of everything and anything. empty red bull cans littered across the room. kissing boys in empty car parks. getting your fists bloody when the homophobes arrive. taking on the world with nothing but bruised knees and a stick of gum.

playlist: and when we go, don't blame us

MATTHEW "MATTY" CARTER

corporal, bravo company (gen kill)

ship: ray person | tag: #oc: matty carter

"tracksuits and red wine, movies for two, we'll take off our phones, and we'll turn off our shoes. we'll play nintendo, though i always lose, 'cause you watch the tv, while i'm watching you. dumb conversation, we lose track of time, have i told you lately, i'm grateful you're mine. there's nothing like doing nothing with you"

missouri summers. friends who fall somewhere between platonic and something more. pizza nights. staying up until 4am playing uno. laughing so hard your ribs hurt. realising you're a little bit in love with your best friend. following him to the marine corps. losing far too much money playing pool. camping in the rain. smiles so wide. watching the lost boys so many times you can quote every line. sharing hoodies. the colour orange. instant messaging into the early hours. the sunrise laughing as you fall asleep. promises of running away together. fingers in soft wavy hair. ice cold lemonade. the ghost of a confession.

playlist: do you think of me?

CALEB DAWSON

architecture student, hacker, archer (band of brothers zombie au)

ship: ron speirs | tag: #oc: caleb dawson

"yes, it's you i welcome death with, as the world caves in"

sketching buildings from the window of hotel rooms. mugs of cold coffee left on every surface. counting to ten before you open a door. endless recurve vs compound pettiness. the fucking audacity of life. talking with your hands. sarcasm as a first language. stubborn and unyielding, but fiercely protective. clinging to a pencil and paper as a lifeline. realising it's easier to push your buttons than you thought. jokes. lots of jokes. witty one liners. deep, deep inner conflict. bitterness coating your tongue with every word. being suspicious of newcomers but bound to your own sense of loyalties and vulnerabilities. trying desperately to hide every aspect of your gentleness, but feeling it leak through in every moment. being ashamed of your dreams and ambitions. feeling the cracks break open every day, but bottling it up all the same. waiting alone in hotel rooms wondering if your dad will come back for you this time. being taught to hack at twelve years old. finally escaping the only life you've ever really known only to find that a virus outbreak has mutated and changed the world forever. unravelling dreams.

playlist: one wink at a time

ARCHIE SULLIVAN

RAF pilot / lancaster bomber (masters of the air)

ship: bucky egan | tag: #oc: archie sullivan

"wild lovers never get the blues"

flying too close to the moon, "you look pretty in blue", piles of unopened letters thrown in a corner, easy laughs, easier smiles, falling asleep on the wing of your plane, cycling to the pub with your best friend in the pouring rain, turning annoyance into endearment, a pint and a ginger beer please, escaping to the beaches of east anglia on a weekend pass, puppy dog eyes the size of jupiter, pettiness, so so much pettiness, challenging just about everyone you've ever met, thinking you might just be the greatest darts player in all of england, a good ol' dose of the great british repression, yet accidentally flirting with almost everyone you meet, running so far away from home that you ended up in the clouds

playlist: to the top of the big night sky

if you want to read about the ocs from my hbo war f1 au please head over to this post. the ocs there are all platonic ocs, but have a lot of presence in the world and narrative, and if you'd like to see my ocs for top gun, then you can find them on my sideblog here

#yes i am massively fucking biased toward matty #he makes me all soft and melty inside #my hbo war ocs #i do have more ocs i need to add to this but it's 7am and i really really really need to go to sleep so have six to start #also this is mostly for my pinned post so ignoring is an option also #julian's masterlist #julian made a thing

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read chapter 30 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 31

Summary : You were enamoured by him the moment you set your eyes upon him, after basking in his kindness, is it really possible for you to allow him to become just a memory?

Warning : 18+, Heavy Daddy kink, Smut, Violence, Mentions of self harm, murderous thoughts, Mention of Suicide, Rape, abuse, sexual violence, Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I’m (loki is) developing, short chapter

"I'm not going to pick you Loki"

He heard you, loud and clear and his heart broke in pieces all over again. He won't be picked? Not even as an option this time? He had hurt you terribly and he understood that but he really hoped that you'd be able to see that he never wanted to hurt you just to hurt you, he made a mistake but maybe he didn't deserve this second chance and if you won't pick him, he still wanted to be your friend.

"Okay okay okay..don't pick me.. don't love me darling ..it's okay..it's okay..I deserve this" he wiped his tears even though he felt excruciating pain that was weakening him more and more every second but he wanted to stay strong because he really wanted to get through to you this time. He didn't want you to give up on life. He didn't want you to marry Steve.

"I don't need anything from you, but please let me help you, let me take you out of here, I can't watch you ruin your whole life like that..just let me –" you cut him off before he could speak further and cupped his cheeks, your thumb rubbed over his sharp cheekbones and you leaned down to kiss his forehead,

"I am not going to pick you because picking you means you are an option for me, a choice that I'd have to make from my own will but that's wrong..so wrong" your voice cracked and he looked up at you all wide eyed and confused.

"You never were a choice loki, I never picked you. I just fell in love, hard and fast, so fast because I have never met a man like you before. I have been around the world but I never knew or even heard of a man so kind, so pure, so gentle, so sweet and so so lovable, the way you have changed me for good in the past few months is shocking to me even, a lifetime with you would be nothing short of a blessing for me..so no loki I'm not going to pick you because you're not an object to be picked, you're unique and precious, one of your kind. I want you, I need you, I love you but I'm not going to pick you because you are in there with me for every moment that I exist"

He had started to sob in the middle of your words, by the time you finished he was clutching onto you and sobbing again. He has never felt so appreciated in his life and for a moment he thought he was dreaming. Did you still love him so deeply after he had hurt you ?

"I'm sorry darling I'm sorry I'm sorry..I love you so much and I'm sorry I broke you like that, I'm supposed to protect you and I failed..I failed" you wrapped your arms around his neck as he cried to his heart's content, he had allowed you to let it out before and you wanted to do the same for him, he had repressed feelings regarding abandonment and you didn't want him to keep it all in anymore.

"You didn't fail lo, you just made a mistake, I did too once but you forgave me and you know how much I love you so please please trust me, there are so many things I want to tell you about my past, I just thought I'll tell you once we are out of here, I never thought it would go this way and I can't take it, you being distant and mean to me..I can't take it" he placed his chin on your torso and looked up at you ..like a baby.

"I am sorry baby, i'm not going to make excuses for my behavior that day, nothing can justify the way I treated you and I can only promise to not do it again, that only if you still want me love " you leaned down and kissed him as soon as finished, he cupped your cheeks and stood up without breaking that kiss, your head tilted up as he towered over you suddenly, he felt your fingernails running through the back of his neck and one of his arm wrapped around your neck while the other one curled over your shoulders, as he pulled away from the kiss, his lips peppered kisses on your neck.

You felt as if you could finally breathe properly, it wasn't easy for you to build up the strength and open your heart again but you knew you couldn't let go of his hand when all he wanted to do was hold it all life long.

"Lokii" you stepped away from him suddenly and he looked at you, worry filled his eyes "I'm so scared" he stepped closer to you and pulled you towards him

"About us?" He asked you softly so you looked in his eyes,

"Umm that too but our situation, I'm getting married in ten days, nine now" your eyes welled up again and so did his, before he could say something you spoke again.

"And I want you to be careful please, what you're doing with Katlyn is going to hurt you and if something happens to you–"

"Nothing will harm me I promise, just trust me please, I…I intended to send you away from here whether you chose to be mine or not" he kissed your forehead and that's when you broke down too, he quickly embraced you in a warm hug, last week was hell for both of you and to be real all of this still felt like a dream to you and you were afraid of waking up all alone again.

"I'm so sorry baby..I'm so sorry little one..I'm sorry for what I said about you acting like a child, I never meant to take away the vulnerability you shared with me, you're my baby and you always will be" he pressed soft kisses on your bare shoulder as you clung to him, and lord if he wasn't the happiest man on earth to be able to feel you holding him so tightly again. You whimpered as his words weakened you finally, the strong facade you held was broken, you sniffled and cried while you held onto him tightly.

Once you calmed down he pulled you away, wiped your moist face with the sleeves of his coat and took two steps away from you. Then he just looked at you, he just stopped for a moment, took a deep breath and just admired the beauty and strength you held within you, you never were supposed to be amongst such fake abusive people.

"You look beautiful..love the color on you baby" he smiled a little and it made you feel flushed.

"Thank you, it brought me comfort, but the fit is too tight" you chuckled and he smiled again. He noticed how your fingers clasped with each other in sudden nervousness. He was crying on his knees for you a few minutes ago but he had switched into the soft daddy mode really quickly.

"You want to change?" He asked you and you crossed your arms, your palm rubbed over your upper arm.

"You want me to leave?" He smiled and shook his head at the response, he walked towards the closet and took a t- shirt out as well as a fresh towel

"You can stay here, nobody would notice tonight" your heart fluttered as he said that.

You grabbed the shirt and the towel from him,

"Ummm unzip me please " you mumbled as you turned around, he pulled your hair to the side and the touch made you shiver, you had missed his soft loving sensuous touch.

He pulled the zipper down slowly and he heard you exhale, his fingers curled around the thin straps as he pulled them down, then you felt his lips on the side of your neck, the gesture made you moan in response and he knew he had to step away, you both needed to talk and he won't get the chance to be so free with you in the coming days.

"Shower and change okay? I'll be right here" you nodded and bit on your lips as you walked towards the bathroom, a smile apparent on your features.

Even his bathroom smelled like the mixture of his cologne and body wash, he didn't have wipes or anything so you just used the facewash to scrub the makeup off as well as you could, he didn't have any serum or skincare products either, his bathroom didn't have anything and you realized that you will have to get used to being without such amenities, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. You smiled as you stepped out in just his shirt, it went past your mid thighs, you had your underwear on.

"Ummm do you have a moisturizer?" he looked at your soft plump freshly scrubbed face and smiled.

"I do but it's for men I guess, will that be alright?" He asked you as he went through his dresser.

"It's perfect, I just need a little of it" he passed you the tube and then he went inside the bathroom to shower and change as well. You opened his dresser to keep the tube of moisturizer inside because fuck boundaries. It had the bottle of cologne he used that wasn't very pricey but as soon as you opened the cap it comforted you instantly, you associated the smell with him, there was a hairbrush, a shaving kit, a box of trimmer that he probably used for trimming his itsies bitsies, why were you even thinking about it now? That's why you shouldn't go through personal belongings of other people.

You were going to close the dresser but then your eyes fell upon a photograph, it was a picture of a family, a woman with dark brown hair surrounded by three kids. You gasped as you recognised Loki immediately, curly black hair and cute little smile, those green eyes popped out.

There was a blond boy next to him that was Thor.

"How come you used to be so skinny?" You chuckled and then you looked at the girl on his left side, that was probably his sister, she had raven hair too, her smile matched him too even though they weren't related by blood.

Your eyes teared up as you continued to stare at the picture, they all looked happy, a happy family, family that you never got to have, not for long anyways.

You closed the dresser and looked at yourself in the mirror.

"Gods you look horrible" you fixed your hair with your fingers and sat down on his bed, when he came out he was dressed in his usual sleeping clothes, no shirtless loki today. Fine.

He smiled as he looked at you, his hair was dripping wet and slicked back, giving it a longer appearance. He looked like an angel. He grabbed the plate of the cake and walked towards you, he was thoughtful like that, he didn't have to bring it you knew that.

"You know the birthday girl is supposed to have the first bite of the cake right?" He smiled and your eyes teared up

"Nobody asked if I wanted it.. besides it's Katlyn's favorite flavor, she insisted upon it" he cut a small bite with the fork and pressed it over your lips.

"Do you not like red velvet darling?" He asked you and you took a bite

"I love red velvet "

"Then eat for me okay?" He offered you another bite and you took it immediately.

"Mmm are you going to feed me like this, get me hooked and then leave me again?" You complained like a scorned child

"To be fair I wasn't the one that did the leaving"

"You know what I mean"

"I do and the answer is always no, I never intended or wanted to leave"

You grabbed his wrist and made him sit down next to you, then you fed him a bite and two.

You didn't like the icing very much so he fed you the bread only and got up to place it back on the dresser and walked towards you again, he placed his fingers on your chin to make you look at him and then he bent down to kiss you, you clutched onto is shirt as you laid down on the bed , taking him along with you

"Happy birthday little one, I'm sorry I wasn't able to make this one special but I promise your next one will be memorable, it will be your real birthday baby..I love you .I love you so much" he whispered between the kisses and your eyes teared up.

"But you did, you did make it special lo"

He didn't respond with words this time. Once he was done with his fill of kisses he laid down next to you and snuggled you into him

"Okay ask me for a birthday gift" he smiled as he perched himself on his elbows, your eyes twinkled and you looked at him mischievously, the next words blew his mind

"Dadddy" damn that got him hard instantly

"Yes baby"

"Can I suck your cock tonight?"

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theobjectofyourire · 1 year

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I do agree with anon that aemond seems to have a bad relationship with sex which is because 13 is too young to have your first sexual experience (Aegon’s fault) and his mother and father relationship (Because if your idea about intimacy and relationships is Viserys and Alicent + your older brother creepy ass of course your perception of the whole thing would be fucked up) and I do like to believe that his first and last experience was at the brothel when he was 13.

Here comes Daemon’s role , he’ll notice how aemond is repulsed by intimacy and sex and he will just go “Okay time to fix this boy.” so he starts to slowly change that and make aemond actually enjoy physical touch and all slowly till aemond consents to having sex with him on his 18th birthday and daemon just makes love to him all night because he deserves to be handled with care this beautiful boy deserves softness and touches that are meant to comfort rather than hurt (I’m too soft for them being soft and fluffy helppp)

Okay now I’m gonna go scream into my pillow because I really need someone to write this and I’m too lazy to actually write (somehow I want my thoughts to write itself and yet I still call myself a writer)

OKAY I'M FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO ANSWERING ALL THESE MARVELLOUS DAEMOND THOUGHTS LETS GOOOOO

firstly anon you aren't alone I think you just described every writer ever. like I wanna take the idea from my mind and plop it down and voila it's perfect. could you imagine? we'd be unstoppable

secondly, the way I am so so soft for touch-starved Aemond. seriously, it's one of my favourite things in the entire world, and the idea of Daemon being gentle with him and giving him all the affection he's sought for so many years is just 😭

you're spot on with Aemond having a really complicated, negative experience with sex and really, extending past that, intimacy in all forms. he didn't see any love in his parent's marriage, though he did see his mother's unyielding devotion to her husband and king. and more than that, neither he nor his siblings received much care from Viserys. even when Aemond lost his eye (not only lost, but had it taken from one of Rhaenyra's sons and I could go on a whole psychoanalysis of this but I'll save that for another post), Viserys showed little concern. he was more upset by the slanders than the violence. could you imagine losing an eye and having no one but your mother defend you? not even your own father? what that must have done to his self worth is nothing short of heartbreaking

then, on top of that, he has an older brother whose behavior is utterly despicable, who puts him in a situation he has no desire to be in and he's forced to experience something before he's ready. you end up with someone who's probably severely repressed because it's the only safety he knows, who views sex as something deeply disquieting at the very least, and who struggles with intimacy in its most base form not only due to his experiences, but also due to people's reactions to his scar.

I feel like when he's grown, he has no idea how stunning he is. how the scar adds to his beauty, how the sapphire is positively mesmerizing. he's used to people viewing him as monstrous, as a freak. he's used to people flinching away from him. he wouldn't know what to do with a soft touch. he wouldn't know what to do when Daemon removes his eye patch and peppers kisses along his scar, telling him how beautiful he is in low murmurs.

Aemond is so touch-starved that the slightest brush of Daemon's fingers is like a kiss from the gods. so exquisite it's almost painful. his body is rigid and unyielding, untrusting of this kindness. it isn't until he presses his lips to the sapphire that Aemond starts to quiver. his body succumbs, the years of repression melting like flesh from bone under the heat of his dragon. his dragon. because in this moment, it's clear as the summer skies. Daemon is his, and he is Daemon's.

a tear falls to his cheek. Daemon wipes it away with his thumb, perhaps before kissing the spot where it fell. his hands are on his waist, sliding to the small of his back as he slowly moves closer, pressing his forehead against his nephew's. he feels so fragile. but Daemon's treating him with such care. such love.

every touch is a gift. every kiss, a mercy, the likes of which he was not granted in his childhood. they trace each other's scars as they explore each other's bodies. this night, they are not warriors. they are artists. poets. immortalizing each other in the softest ways, known and unknown until hurt is forgotten and love encompasses all.

okay I need to add fluffy daemond to my list of fics to write at some point. this hit me in the feels I'm so soft for them😭annnnd now I can't stop thinking about how Daemon would affectionately call him 'taoba' in the sweetest murmurs okay I have to stop before I start sobbing pls keep sending your thoughts tho I love this

#help this is so soft #touch starved aemond is breaking me #soft daemon gets me every time #daemond #daemon x aemond #hotd #hotd headcanon #aemond headcanons #so fluffy #I cannot

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ravvenheart · 1 year

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"I had to protect princess Zelda and help restoring Hyrule! I had to follow my duty!" Link's voice broke mid-sentence, full of frustration and desperation.

Link preferred to sign when talking wasn't a necassity and Sidon used to cherish every moment the Hylian felt comfortable enough to speak freely. It wasn't loud and boisterous, like a lot of other male Hylian talked but soft and gentle, tinged with a slight rasp caused by disuse. To Sidon, it was one of the most beautiful things he ever heard. He had loved how Link talked passionately about a new recipe he tried while gesticulating wildly, had loved how his face distorted into pleasure and his pants turned into high keens and whines, had loved all the sounds Link offered him - one way or another. He had been enchanted by the energy of this little blond Hylian who was so much more than he appeared to be. He was powerful and loyal, thoughtful and empathetic, kind and passionate. Sidon had memorized all of the scars that painted Links body, knew all their stories. He had watched in trance Link's swordfighting, hunting and climbing heights Zora could only dream of.

And the Zora prince of course told him such. And everytime, the Hylian tried to hide his blush and stutter. Oh, how Sidon had loved to pamper Link with poetry, gifts and trinkets and his praise.

But that was then. Time has passed ever since. Link had had his duties, Sidon had his. And with princess Zelda back, the Calamity defeated and Hyrule in a state of disarray, Link came fewer and fewer to Zoras Domain. Sidon's letters received fewer and fewer answers and maybe they didn't always reach Link - or maybe they did, Sidon didn't want to think of that - but somehow, somewhen, Sidon had to turn his focus on his home. With his father getting older each year and new challanges for the Domain arising every day, prince Sidon had to take responsibility and care for his kind.

Years have passed ever since Link and Sidon had seen each other. The Hylian gained more scars and first strand of gray hair here and there - stress, no doubt. He seemed different go when Sidon last saw him. Older, more focused and maybe more weary. Of course, with Princess Zelda back and order returning to Hyrule, Link had to re-take his position as the Princess' personal knight. And with such job, came a lot off pressure back. Expectations wore him down and somehow, the free-spirited adventurer and hero that Sidon had gotten to know, vanished.

But now, right in this moment, the kind man that had helped saving the Zora from Vah Ruta stood back in front of Sidon. Emotions clear on his face and voice cracking, the feelings Sidon had thought he had repressed and forgotten, reemerged. He wanted to hold Link, comfort him and hide away from the world.

Still- "So had I, Link. I had to do my duties as heir to the throne of the Zora and taking a fiancé was inevitable. We both knew that."

And the Hylian turned more into himself with his eyes downwards. Despite his strong voice, Sidon felt bitterness and hurt returning. He knew he was lying to himself. He knew he still loved Link. He too thought they could leave their duties, build a home far away from their responsibilities. But that was years ago. And Sidon was about to get married soon and be crowned. He couldn't let old feelings get in the way of his future. As much as his heart pained and screamed at him.

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hello hello you tiny little people in my phone. This is my second time ever posting on this app but tears of the kingdom is a really really good game and I had a lot of feelings about Sidon and Link.

(Imagine this being a late night conversation and they catch up on each others life with this big elephant of them dating after botw. Yona comes up in that conversation and feelings ensue and here you go. I was too lazy and uncreative to write that, sorry, but that mythe situation I had in mind)

Back in 2018 when I first played botw, I never understood the hype about Sidon but after replaying it recently in order to be prepared for totk, I really do now. Fell into a rabbit hole for this funky shark dude, whoopsie daisy.

Anyway, the whole thing with Yona makes me feel things and I wanted to write some angsty, painful Sidlink but with English not being my native tongue and having adhd, I know that probability of writing and finishing a good fic is very unlikely, I preset you this. I vomited this in maybe an hour and it's almost 4 am now and I gotta work later, yikes. Not beta read.

Idk if its good but I love validation from other people so tell me what you think!!

#zelda tears of the kingdom #Link #sidon #sidlink #zelda breath of the wild #zelda totk #botw

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eriexplosion · 1 year

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3 4 13 15 18 for Ragnar/Floki/Athelstan 😊

AHHH THANK YOU MUCH another list for u

3. Scars or painful spots

Ragnar still has a HELL of a scar from Haraldson's raid on his farm, and this is one that loves will spend time petting when they're curled around him, especially Athelstan, because Ragnar got this partially protecting HIM.

Floki has many scars from a life of fighting (Biggest is from when Borg straight up hit him in the chest with an AXE) but his most specific pains are actually his joints. He's got that leather piece on his wrist in season one (possibly past that but I CANNOT REMEMBER) that I like to think it's a wrist brace, especially important as a ship builder since it'd be easy to hurt his wrists in his line of work.

Athelstan of course has his hands after his crucifixion. That's the kind of injury that may heal but it's ALWAYS going to hurt, and of course it's scarred over. He can still use them but they're always going to be fragile and easily hurt. If he writes or draws for long periods of time he needs to have gentle hand rubs.

4. Best places to kiss on their body

Ragnar would probably be a little shit here and say the best place to kiss him is his dick, something guaranteed to make Athelstan choke on his water and Floki to happily pipe up that HE ONLY NEEDED TO ASK.

Floki I think I've done previously for this question specifically but since he's very ticklish it's best to kiss him on spots where it'll tickle him and get a giggle. If you're not making Floki giggle when you kiss him what are you even here for?

...As you know, I am down for the 'Athelstan gets chubby after finally being well fed' headcanon so. Kiss that tummy. Kiss his belly and remind him that he's gorgeous please. (Also, cheek kisses will get him adorably red faced so these are also a favorite)

13. What gets them flustered

Ragnar can be thrown just by the presence of unexpected things, but it doesn't manifest as being flustered as much as... curious. He's very curious when something doesn't go the way that he expected. (This is part of why he took Athelstan home after all. He was nothing like Ragnar expected.)

Floki doesn't get flustered so much as INTENSELY EXCITABLE. The only things that really throw him off are when people do question his faith but then it's not like.... is it flustered if he's mostly just very very mad?

Athelstan gets flustered by ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. BLUSHY BOY. FLUSTERED AND GAY AND NEVER KNOWING HOW TO HANDLE IT. Once he gets a little more settled he gets less easily blushy fluster but early on, goddamn. It's everything.

15. What it takes to make them cry

Ragnar says he's an angry crier which is true but that's only a technicality because he gets angry every time he's sad. So like YES he is an angry crier but he's also only mad because he's SAD. Anyway for what it takes to get him here, Ragnar Cannot Handle loss. The thought that people and things he love can be taken away from him and he might not be able to change it or fix it? Absolutely not he CAN'T deal. There's not supposed to be anything he can't fix.

Floki probably cries the easiest out of the three because he actually does cry when he's frustrated and while he's normally in a perfectly fine mood, occasionally his brain DOES try to eat itself and he gets worked up and Cannot calm down and this is when he starts the frustrated tears.

Athelstan is actually the LEAST likely to cry I think, at least where people can see him. He is an EMOTIONAL REPRESSION boy, always ready to slam down his own feelings and try to ignore them. He'll only start crying when he's reached his absolute limit (so, when all his brothers are dead and he realizes he's stuck here for REAL and finally starts crying at the river.)

18. Things they’ll never admit

Ragnar won't admit fault, even when he KNOWS he's done something wrong. He'll be able to recognize privately that this is his fault and he'll try to make up for it in various ways but actually looking at someone and saying 'This is my fault and I'm sorry' is just. Challenge level impossible.

Floki...... does not have something lol. Literally he admits anything and everything because refusing to admit something means having something he's ashamed of people finding out and TRULY HONESTLY he does not know what shame feels like.

Athelstan meanwhile has ALL the shame, all of the shame one person can fit into their being, but he also feels guilty when he hides things so only the worst things (he thinks) are things he'll never admit. I have a headcanon that he had a crush on another monk when he was much much younger and this monk died of illness at some point and anyway, Athelstan still feels like somehow he killed him with the sin of having had a crush.

#Eri Answers #Vikings

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aziraphales-library · 2 years

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hi! thank you so much for this blog! I wonder if you guys know some fics with hair pulling during sex?

Hello! Here are some smutty fics featuring hair pulling...

Pulling on Flames by Blackrayvn (E)

Crowley has been letting his hair grow out for Aziraphale, it'd been quite a while since it was what he considered long.

Meeting Aziraphale at The Ritz for lunch he can't help but notice Aziraphale is all but starting.

The coatroom seems like a good place.

Shattered Boundaries by Phoenix_Soar (E)

At Crowley's flat after the non-events of Armageddon, Aziraphale finds it's not that difficult to let millennia-long boundaries shatter at last, not when he has Crowley's touch to ground him.

A Matter of Length by NuriaSchnee (E)

Aziraphale has a weakness for Crowley's hair. Sometimes, he has to pour all of his desire for the demon and repression into his fantasies.

Fear and Delight by Inevitinfini (E)

The angel had wrung his hands nervously when he asked, the two having just paused their incessant kissing for Aziraphale to speak. "Crowley dear, I've been meaning to ask-" he hesitated as Crowley raised an eyebrow at him curiously, "Well, I know generally you prefer to take a more passive role, but I do find myself quite enticed by the idea of taking that role myself you see." He'd said quite meekly, hoping his implications were clear enough. He wasn't ever very good at being concise about his own sexual desires out of his modest and servicing nature, despite him usually being the more dominant of the two in the bedroom and being perfectly capable of directing dirty talk when in charge. He was gentle and tender as such, he couldn't bring himself to be anything else toward his beloved. Even when the demon wanted pain, Aziraphale dealt it with loving praise.

"Angel. I would do anything for you. Therefore I would also do anything to you. No need to be so nervous." Crowley had smirked so smugly at him that Aziraphale had felt he could combust.

But Never Doubt My Love by MovesLikeBucky (E)

“Doubt thou the stars are fire. Doubt that the sun doth move,” the actor playing Polonius says onstage. Aziraphale thinks on these words. But never doubt I love. One of the lines of Hamlet’s letter to Ophelia. Aziraphale sees something pass over Crowley’s features. A specific kind of pain, deep and old. An aching.

Aziraphale shakes his head. No, best not to think about that. Best not to think about how his heart flutters when he sees Crowley after a long separation. Best not to think about how every point of contact along his arm sears like a brand into him. Best not to think about the stolen glances he keeps noticing, the waves of love radiating around them that have been building slow and steady since Rome.

on the wings of a nightingale by focusfixated (E)

Aziraphale liked his body. He liked the shape of it, the way it moved and touched the world, a type of sensory feedback that made him understand the shape and extent of his corporation. Like he wasn’t just an ephemeral vessel. Like he was flesh.

Or: Aziraphale gets a tattoo. Crowley is an accessory to this crime against good sense. Everyone’s kinks are very poorly disguised.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #adult omens #hair pulling #mod d

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m80495 · 1 year

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Every day I think about how bad Mercury is at expressing his emotions. Even when he tries so hard. Readmore bc it got a little long sorry he’s running on a hamster wheel in my brain folds

Obviously with his upbringing he's NEVER had a good outlet for it, but he's just so goddamn emotionally constipated it's insane.

The moment that immediately comes to mind is the Battle of Haven in V5 (everyone’s favorite scene in everyone’s favorite volume :eyeroll:), specifically after it’s over and the Heroes Have Saved The Day or whatever and Emerald is about to have a meltdown on the floor. And Mercury just goes “Emerald, get up, we need to go. Emerald...” and like he’s whispering and his voice is still a little aggressive but you can tell he’s trying to be soft and gentle with her because he knows that’s what she responds better to and it gets me eeeeevery time. He cares for her so much in his stupid little repressed Mercury way. He just wants her to get out of there and be safe.

ANNNNDDDDD. He defends her from Tyrian later in V6E4(I think). But before he even does his little “Back off, freak.” thing he’s trying to get her away from him before the confrontation starts. “Emerald, come on.” because he knows Tyrian is just gonna get in her head and make her upset (because it is evidently not that hard to upset her). When Emerald turns and does her “I will cut off more than just your tail.” line, Mercury behind her is like O_O cause he’s like ahh great now I gotta make sure she doesn’t kill herself trying to fight Tyrian. (Tyrian meanwhile is unfazed because he is Tyrian. That shot of him cutting his face against her weapon and Emerald’s little OnO face lives in my head rent-free.) AND MERCURY’S HAND ON HER SHOULDER IS SO GENTLE. And he doesn’t take his hand off her shoulder until they turn around!!!!!!!!!! UGH oh my GOD. (Also, just as a little note, Emerald leans just the slightest bit against Mercury’s hand and turns so slightly towards him, but when Salem touches her on that same shoulder minutes later, she tenses up something fierce. I’m just mentioning that for me.)

This has nothing to do with the rest of the post, but I’m mentioning it anyway because it came to mind. Mercury is the first person to realize how enraged Salem is when Hazel tells her that rwbyjnr&qrow are being led by Oz. He’s the first to realize the atmosphere completely changes, the camera focuses on him when the windows start shattering. Tyrian and Watts start talking while Mercury is like uh ohhhhhh. He knows rage when he sees it. My poor boy. He’s the first person to be OUT of that goddamn door.

And then there’s That Scene in V6E9(lol 69). I fully believe Emerald is the only person he’s ever, ever opened up to about ANYTHING in his past. That scene is SO emotionally charged. Actually wait before I talk about it I need to point something else out. Mercury doesn’t ever really talk to anyone else in the show except for Emerald. And when he does he’s threatening/intimidating them. (The scene where they visit the Branwen tribe comes to mind. “Hey, ugly!”/”I was hoping you’d say that.” (irt cinder “Make him [cooperate].”)/“We’re the guys you should be afraid of.” etc.) (Or the scene with him and Ruby in V3, “polarity vs metal, that might be bad”/ “let’s just keep this between us friends” etc.) But every time he talks to Emerald, he’s much more casual. And he talks to her less when there’s other people around (V3, the scene in the ambulance, the scene where he’s repairing his legs.) but she’s still the main person he talks to. It’s evident in V6E9 too where he casually calls Cinder “a pain” and the tone of his voice with his “Just made sense.” and his subsequent explanation. He’s talking about how he was raised from birth to kill people, and how he killed his dad, but he’s using the cadence you’d use to talk about the weather.

This is neither here nor there but I think it’s very sweet and cute that Emerald is just kind of hanging out while Mercury works out or trains or whatever the hell he is doing in that scene. Yarrgh! Hiyaa! Grunt noises! And Emerald’s just sitting there. They feel comfort in each other’s presence, your honor! (Remember in V3 when he was doing pushups on the floor and she was playing on her scroll laying on the floor beside him? UGH THEY’RE SO SPECIAL TO ME.)

He’s nonchalant about it at first but we see pretty quickly he has a short temper. “Hey, what’s your problem?” He opened up (in his own Mercury way) and Emerald didn’t respond the way he thought she would, so he’s immediately on the defensive. But she isn’t aggressive (yet) so he backs off again. “Salem’s promised us everything.” and subsequent lines are again said casually. And then Emerald calls Cinder ‘family’. For someone like Mercury, who has likely only had bad experiences with ‘family’ (and there is NO way Cinder treated Mercury the same way she treated Emerald, like there’s no way, from the way he talks about her, he does not give two shits about that woman) he does not respond well to it. “Wake up already.” He sees through Cinder’s act of ‘caring’ about Emerald when she’s really using the two of them to further her own goals. I don’t think he’s fine with it, but he puts up with it because his ultimate goal is to be “top dog” in “Salem’s new world”. Cinder just also happens to be part of that. I’m also not convinced that’s the first time Mercury has tried to have the “Cinder doesn’t care about you/us” conversation with Emerald, it is way too emotionally charged on both sides. They’ve talked about this before I KNOW it.

I think it’s also important to note that Mercury is not the one who starts their dinky little slapfight, Emerald throws the first blow and nearly every other attack. She doesn’t even land any of her hits, Mercury effortlessly blocks and dodges his way out of all of them. “I’m sorry you didn’t have a mommy that loved you! But I had a father who hated me.” He physically stops the fight so he can say that. I do think he really is sorry that Emerald didn’t have a loving family, but I think he’s also, like, hey, I didn’t either, so tough fucking shit. It’s the difference between having no family at all vs a family that was actively abusive. I think Mercury would’ve rather had nothing at all than Marcus Black for a father, and Emerald would rather keep clinging to Cinder (who literally has hit her before and actively manipulated her) than have nothing at all. He’s trying to help her recognize that her circumstances are, uh, bad, but he’s so aggressive and frustrated that she’s not getting it, that it just turns into him being, um, not-gentle about it, because that is the only way he knows how to do it. He doesn’t know how to be soft and gentle about it, especially when it’s something that hits so closely to home. He’s been through this cycle before, and he can see both himself and Emerald trapped in it, and it frustrates and probably enrages him to no end.

Regardless of his frustration, he barely even tries to fight back. He knows he doesn’t have to, because he knows he can beat her in a fight. “Every day of training was a beating.” He’s literally just walking forward, hands at his sides. He’s doing nothing but intimidate her because he doesn’t want to fight her. He wants her to back down. He doesn’t start ‘fighting back’ until “This is a crutch.” with an extremely telegraphed punch, and “This makes you weak.” with a telegraphed high kick that barely even gets close enough to Emerald for her to even need to dodge from it. And those are the only two ‘attacks’ he throws out that entire time, and they are telegraphed, and easy for Em to block/dodge. He spends the rest of his little speech just circling Emerald with his hands up. Mercury spilled his guts out to Emerald, probably the first time he’s ever opened up about what happened to him in his LIFE. And that’s something that can be so personal........

And that’s why he’s so frustrated when Tyrian interrupts them. Because he’s an extremely private person, and someone he hates just overheard him unlock his Tragic Backstory to Emerald. And then get his ass handed to him both verbally and physically by Tyrian, he’s humiliated! He just tried to open up, and for what? I don’t think Tyrian was making fun of him, per se, but he did absolutely nail all of his insecurities right to his face. To be honest? I think Mercury sees a lot of Marcus in Tyrian. Marcus the assassin and Tyrian the serial killer. Kind of a tangent but I think it’s interesting how he doesn’t even try to fight back against Tyrian. He sees pretty quickly they’re unevenly matched and he just... stays there underneath him, staring at his stinger. Mercury doesn’t pick fights he can’t win...

I want to say something about Emeralds “Mercury, I wanted to...” thing because she definitely was coming to follow up on their fight, but Mercury is literally paralyzed with fear watching Salem create the winged monkey grimm (Beringel?? I cant remember what theyre called off the top of my head rn). We could’ve had them try that conversation again in private in V7 but CRWBY hates me specifically.

We didn’t see Em and Merc for the entirety of V7, and I can’t help but wonder what on earth went on between them during all of that. I feel like, from what we know from V8, with Mercury leaving Cinder to work under Salem directly, he had to have told Emerald before he did it. I think he made one last-ditch attempt to get through to her about Cinder not truly caring for who she is as a person, only caring about what Emerald can do for her, but again couldn’t reach her. So he decided to just leave, to prove it to her that Cinder never cared. And the thing is, too, Mercury outlived his use for Cinder. He had that fake leg trick at the Fall of Beacon, but aside from that, Cinder just uses him as muscle. And she could just as easily find anyone else with that ability, someone who has a semblance, too. I think Mercury actually might’ve been a little worried he’d get left behind (even if he didn’t quite realize it) when he decided to work under Salem directly. I dunno. Wait I’m going on a tangent again okay focus Combat focus we are talking about Mercury’s soft side. Okay maybe not soft just less rough than the rest of him. ANYWAY

As far as V8 goes, I don’t think Mercury has completely given up trying to get it through Emerald’s head that Cinder is bad for her. But I do think he tries a little less cuz it kills him inside to see that cycle happen and feel powerless to prevent it but he at least has to try. In V8E6. After Emerald brings Cinder back to the whale. She was just trying to help. “I think she’s had enough help.” Mercury is now bold enough to shittalk Cinder to her face, why’s that, I wonder, hmmmm??????? “Would you stop trying to protect her, already? She doesn’t care about you.” Where’s all this coming from? Huh? Oh, Cinder’s mad. So she tries to kick them out. And Mercury’s like SURPRISE BITCH I don’t work for you anymore. When he says that. Emerald doesn’t even look surprised at all. I just knowwww Mercury told her beforehand!! Like I said! She’s just like :(... meanwhile Cinder is like !?!?!?. I might just be brainrotted but Emerald leaves without waiting for Cinder to leave first, she follows Mercury instead, and I think that’s a nice little detail. Later in that same episode, when they’re all gathered, Mercury looks over to where Emerald is kneeling, just to check on her. I think that is also a sweet little detail.

And Then Volume Eight Episode Seven: War Happens. “He’s a prisoner, Em, he’ll say what he thinks will get him out.” I’m sure you know all about saying what you think will get you out of a little pain and punishment, don’t you, Mr. Black. Also I screamed when he called her Em. And I want to mention. Emerald did not go to Cinder with this. Emerald went to Mercury with it first. Emerald did not tell Cinder a single thing about the lamp and Jinn, she told MERCURY. MERCURY!!! I think, even if it’s just the slightest, smallest bit, he did get through to her just a little bit by telling her Cinder doesn’t care. “I know better than to disobey Salem.” I think that might’ve been a dig at Cinder actually. But also he knows the price of disobedience. So.

His voice drops so much between “Look, even if what he said was true, we can’t stop Salem.” Mercury is just as afraid of Salem as everyone else is, he just puts on airs to seem like a detached cool tough guy. “Big guy’s not gonna pick fights he can’t win. Neither should we.” Mercury knows that well, and it’s showed in so many aspects of him. He stops the fight with Pyrrha when he gets what he needs. He almost singlehandedly defeats Coco and Yatsu at Vytal. He loses on purpose to Yang at Vytal. And he kinda does kick ass during the battle of Haven. He intimidates Emerald into not fighting in V6. He doesn’t fight Tyrian back. And he takes whatever orders are given to him by Salem. He knows what it’s like to lose a fight and he does not like it.

Tyrian coming up to retrieve Mercury to take him to Vacuo... that scene is so... ough. Mercury tenses up SO much when Tyrian grabs his shoulder I can feel the tension in my own muscles. Mercury has so many second thoughts in that one short moment where Tyrian talks about Salem ending the world, and you can see it all over his face! I want to cry. “Come along, Mr. Black.” I just know Mercury hates being called that more than anything. I knowwww that’s what people In The Know called Marcus. I mean, hell, he probably had to call Marcus ‘Mr. Black’ on occasion. When Tyrian shoves him forward, he looks back at Emerald. But Tyrian keeps him going.

And then, finally, the last time we saw Mercury Black, literally almost two fucking whole years ago now, was him in the manta about to fly out to Vacuo. And he exchanged that LOOK with Emerald. (That Look is still my phone lockscreen to this day.) So many silent thoughts are communicated just through his nod. You’ve got this. You’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay.

Reader, they are not going to be okay.

#I just have lots of feelings about mister Mercury Black #I feel like the wider fndm as a whole doesn't understand him and his circumstances #So it's easy for them to write him off as Just Some Asshole #Which like. OK. Yes. He is very much Just Some Asshole. I would agree that not even CRWBY really gets what they want to do with him #But I'm not CRWBY and I'm taking custody of him and I'm deciding that Actually Yes. It IS that deep.#It IS that deep and it always will be.#He's my scrunkly oinkly blinkbo whatever the fuck #I got nauseous several times writing this post. God. He is so special to me #OUTOFCOMBAT | OOC #TXT #META: MERCURY #HEADCANON: MERCURY #Is this meta? I don't think I know what Meta means #anyway. Sorry about the category 5 mental illness event #I just have lots of thoughts and feelings and emotions and and and and and

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meadowmood · 3 years

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“teach me to be kind like you... Fluttershy”

more about these two under the cut~

After Celestia stepped down from her royal title she became lost.

As a child her fate was handed to her, told the burgeoning country of Equestria rested on her and Luna’s shoulders. She did not have time to explore herself, to wonder what she wanted, what she could be beside what she was told she was. So in the centuries that followed she tried to fulfill her purpose, to rule as everyone expected and deserved. Straying from this path caused only pain, a lesson she only had to learn once.

Then she was retired, her royal title no longer keeping her from pursuing what she truly wanted.

But… What did she want?

In the pursuit of happiness and a sense of self Celestia fell head first into the arms of Queen Novo, a dear friend and old crush she had not seen in centuries. Their marriage was celebrated throughout both their respective kingdoms, a beautiful union that captured the spirit of the hippogriffs' timely return to their ancestral home.

Equal joy was had when news of a baby reached Equestria, a precious little girl, named Radiance.

Everything seemed to be going right, but the excitement soon wore off and the stress of a new child strained Celestia and Novo’s relationship.

The eventual split was on good terms, both moving on from the relationship as quickly as it had begun. Feelings and blame were pushed aside for the good of their daughter. Both raised Radiance separately in their respective kingdoms, taking to spoiling her to compensate for her mothers’ separation.

Celestia enjoyed being in Radiance’s life but couldn’t help but feel like she was missing something. A deep seated and untapped anger still rested within her. But why?

Celestia couldn’t help but dwell on the immense number of years she spent simply surviving, waiting. Waiting for everything to stop, a moment to breathe, to rest.

Within those years she had known and caused so much pain. Decades of her life spent pretending she was someone she was not. All of Equestria looked up to her visage, worshipping a queen they thought they knew.

She didn’t even know who she was, how could they?

In the coming years Celestia slowly became more depressed. Still struggling with over a thousand years of repressed anger and grief. Twilight and her friends of course took notice of this sudden change and sought to help.

Fluttershy always ended up staying the longest whenever they visited. Eventually coming on her own more and more often. Celestia enjoyed Fluttershy’s company immensely, having always admired the shy pegasus for her compassion and strength she had come to show.

Kindness was not something that came easily to Celestia. A fact that would be hotly contested by the people that surrounded her, but still remained true. frustration at her circumstances had turned to cruelty in her younger years, often turning her biting tongue at poor Luna. Since then Celestia had learned to appear nothing less than the benevolent leader her country had come to love. To her, kindness was a forced smile, ugly emotions wiped quickly from view and pushed down for no one to see, a facade she had crafted over the course of centuries.

But Fluttershy was so gentle, so warm, her sweet smile spreading across her face without a second thought. She didn’t have to micromanage every facial expression, fret over every word she said and movement she made. Fluttershy was simply, Fluttershy.

The more time they spent together the closer they became, and soon Celestia began to relax her walls, lowering the mask of queen and, for perhaps the first time in over a thousand years, felt like she was herself.

Which leads to this scene!!

TLDR: Retired Celestia has a bajillion years of repressed anger and parentification issues and falls in love with fluttershy, who treats her like a real person. Basically they are fairytale lesbians who hype each other up and go on picnics, what else do you NEED in this world alright bye.

#mlp #mlp fim #mlp art #flutterlestia #Fluttershy #celestia #*posts fluttershy x celestia content at midnight on a thursday*#I bet you weren't expecting THIS #anyway uhhhhhh #enjoy #god I haven't seen an actual mlp episode in so long I'm basically just living off of the ideal version of it I have constructed in my brain

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saturndivine · 3 years

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Your Inner Child (4th House): Healing from Childhood Trauma

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The fourth house in Astrology deals with comfort, home, and family but it is also an important house angle known as the imum coeli or nadir. The nadir pairs with your childhood and points to your inner child and what might have harmed you growing up. You can use this house to heal from the trauma that tainted you.

Aries on 4th: When it comes to holding this ferocious sign on such a gentle house, the native had a rough childhood growing up. They might have been known as the abrasive or aggressive ones and now hide that part of themselves because of it. They want to be seen as kind because they assume that is the only way to gain love. To honor your inner child, you must remember that your passion, your heart, is beautiful. You are made of resilience and there is no need to hide your power.

Taurus on 4th: With Taurus on the fourth, these natives have deep wounds when it comes to feeling loved and appreciated for who they are. They often had to prove themselves early on and now think they have to give, give, give, to gain an ounce of love. Please remind yourselves that you are deserving of love because you are you and not because of what you do. To honor your inner child, release what does not serve you, and welcome those into your life who see you for all your beauty.

Gemini on 4th: Oh how these children had the busiest minds and the most excitable hearts! Why do you cover this part of yourself now? Who told you to keep your voice suppressed? Your innocence is refreshing, the optimism you hold for the future astounds and inspires those around you, do you see your power? Often these natives are forced to “mature” their minds and are forcibly removed from their daydreams. To honor your inner child, make sure you take a dip into those daydreams and relax in the pool of your own mind. You hold so much mental power, release it.

Cancer on 4th: You were put in the maternal role at quite an early age weren’t you? It is beautiful that you know how to take such good care of those around you but early on you missed out on how to take care of yourself! There may be issues when it comes to self-care and making sure you are putting yourself first as you ultimately deserve. You cannot take care of others if you are not okay. To honor your inner child, take some time to sit with yourself, how are you mothering your identity? Are you being kind to yourself? Treat yourself with tenderness, stop being so hard on yourself.

Leo on 4th: It must have been so hard to have your light dimmed at such an early age. You were meant to shine out like the sun angel you are but you weren’t allowed that, forced to live in the shadows of others or circumstances or just life itself. You are worthy and you deserve to be as effervescent as you desire. None of your light should hide under a bushel. To honor your inner child try to find what makes you shine and dive into it. You have so much skill and your confidence should shine out and stimulate others, you are an influencer.

Virgo on 4th: Were you allowed to authentically be yourself ever? It pains me how restricted you were when it comes to finding your identity, so much so, you may even search for it now. Your childhood, to put it bluntly, was a mess. And it was a mess you were in charge of cleaning up, so now you go about life cleaning up after everyone to fill some void in your soul left open from the wounds of your childhood. To honor your inner child, make sure you tell yourself you are not in charge of anyone but yourself. You only have to be mindful of your actions and that is all.

Libra on 4th: You aren’t in charge of making everyone feel good about themselves. I know in the past, you were the peacemaker, the peacekeeper, everything runs smoothly under you because conflict is stressful and easily affects you and it’s just easier to take control but sometimes it’s okay to simply release. Not everyone can be saved and you are not in charge of saving everyone. To honor your inner child you have to learn to set boundaries and not take on others’ issues as your own. Your energy is precious, keep it protected.

Scorpio on 4th: Out of all the signs on the 4th, I worry for you the most. You have deep repressed wounds that tend to fester because once you open up, you may be scared of getting more hurt in the process. Please do not fear the idea of vulnerability, people want to love you, people want to know you but they cannot unless you open up at least the smallest part of yourself, you are blocking yourself from beneficial opportunities. To honor your inner child, you have to learn to be vulnerable and find the power in vulnerability. You are lovable, let people fucking love you.

Sagittarius on 4th: I think it’s very cute how you joke yourself out of the pain that stems from your childhood but there is no progress in simply skimming over your trauma with jokes, why not analyze it? The planet Jupiter urges you to dive into what has occurred in the past as it wants you to build into your new expansive and optimistic future but can only do so if you stop fearing what has been. To honor your inner child you must welcome what is to come by dealing with the past by analyzing and embracing it.

Capricorn on 4th: You have been old ever since you left the womb! You came out with responsibility and simply took it and kept running and running with it. You haven’t really ever taken a break, have you? It’s simply been go, go, go. So much so you missed out on your childhood completely! That sucks! However it is not too late to get your childhood back and I hope you know that. To honor your inner child, simply be a child. Whatever that looks like, go on a swing, eat ice cream at 10 a.m., dance in the rain! Give yourself that childhood pleasure.

Aquarius on 4th: You were shamed out of being yourself for quite some time, forced to hide a part of you that yearns to shine, your eccentric and individualistic side that makes your own rules and follows them as well, and now have to find out how to navigate this part of yourself without overwhelming yourself with the possibilities of you are and who you can become. To honor your inner child, do what makes your heart happy. Im so serious, don’t think, just do, be impulsive! No more shame, only embracement.

Pisces on 4th: You had such intense dreams early on, you dreamt of your future and your life and were forced to come back down to earth earlier than you like, yet your power is found in your subconscious, and to be stripped of that connection could have easily sent you down a dark path of unawareness when it comes to authentically knowing yourself. Now you have to search for something to fill the hole in your being. To honor your inner child, relax into your subconscious and find out what you ultimately desire from the life before you. Figure out what fills that hole.

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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years

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I just wanted you home.

TFATWS era!

Bucky x reader fluff!

Description - Bucky and Sam need a place to stay for the night, Bucky reluctantly makes a call to you. Sam is surprised at the different person that bucky is around you and he soon realizes why he didn’t want to call you right away.

Warnings - very fluffy? Not good writing probably, the timeline may be a bit wack? Little bit of angst but a happy ending

Word count - about 1500 (I’m sorry!)

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Bucky ran a metal hand through his hair, wincing as he moved his ribs, which he suspected to be bruised. His face was scratched up and there was a gash on his side that was a little concerning. Despite this, he was more worried about Sam, though Buck would never admit it. Sam looked like he had taken one too many hits and he needed someone to patch him up. Bucky debated in his head if there was a way around it but decided it was inevitable.

“I know a place we can go for the night, you need to get patched up.”

Sam looked like he was going to protest but when he moved to sit up straighter, he only let out a groan.

“Aw, has Freaky Magoo gone all soft on me?” He winced out.

Bucky gave him a sharp glare but didn’t jab back. Instead he got out his phone and found your phone number, hesitating before he pressed call.

Sam could see Bucky on the phone but couldn’t hear from his spot on the ground. He was perplexed by the super soldier’s body language. Bucky had a wide smile and his eyes were brighter as he leaned casually against a wall with his hand in his pocket. Oh sam couldn’t wait to make fun of him later.

Bucky hung up and walked to Sam, “Come on, I got us a place to stay but we have to walk there. It’s only a few miles.” Bucky helped Sam up and they began their travel to your place.

The trek was long and when they arrived Bucky took a deep breath, wincing as his ribs complained, and knocked on your door. He could hear you rustling around as Sam finally spoke up after an almost silent journey.

“Who is this supposed to be again?”

You opened the door, looking slightly frazzled and you made eye contact with Bucky. He smirked as he looked at you.

“A friendly face”

You grinned and pulled the door open wider, getting on the other side of Sam to help him in. You led them both to a couch in your living room where Sam promptly collapsed.

“I’m Y/N. I’m a friend of Bucky’s. You must be Sam, I’ve heard all about you. Give me a minute and I’ll grab some stuff to fix you up with.” you smiled warmly. You brushed your hand against Bucky’s as you walked past him to grab your medical kit from the bathroom.

Sam looked at Bucky funnily.

“She’s heard all about me, huh?” Sam smirked while quirking an eyebrow.

Buck rolled his eyes, “All bad things.”

You chuckled as you came back into the room with a box in hand. “He’s lying, I heard all about your heroics. And if Steve trusted you then that’s enough proof for me.” You kneeled down and began to wet a cloth as you looked over Sam’s injuries.

He raised his eyebrows, “You knew Steve?”

“Oh yeah, he’s the one who introduced me to Bucky. He used to come by the coffee shop I worked at and he would walk me home on my late shifts. He was always kind to me.” There was a soft smile on your face as you spoke of Steve and there was a pang in your chest as you thought about how you missed him and how he had watched out for you in the last 5 years. “He though I might be good for Buck but I could never get him to stick around long enough to convince him to take a break.” You sounded sad to Sam and he looked over to the man.

Bucky was standing over by your front door, a steely look on his face as he did his signature stare out the windows. He seemed protective, like he was worried someone was gonna come through the door to hurt you.

You had begun work on the man on your couch, cleaning the blood off his wounds and giving him pain meds as you started to stitch him up. It took the better part of an hour and Bucky didn’t move the entire time but you just continued work. When you were done you smiled up at Sam who thanked you quietly and asked if he could get any water.

Your eyes widened, “Of course! I’m so sorry I forgot to ask.” As you stood up to get a glass for the man on your couch you looked over at Bucky. “Can I get you anything, James?” He looked at you when you said his name.

“A water would be great. Thank you, doll” he smiled.

You grinned and traveled over to the sink, getting out the things to make a couple plates of food as well for yourself and the two men in your home. You came and dropped off their water before heading back in. They both said quiet thank you’s and Bucky made his way to sit on the couch with Sam. Sam just stared at Bucky.

“Okay now you’re the one who has the staring problem. What is it?” Bucky grumbled.

“Who is she? To you?” Sam asked. His tone seemed surprisingly gentle to Bucky.

“I already told you, a friend.”

“Alright if you don’t wanna tell me that’s fine, I’ll figure it out later.” Sam smirked as he sipped his water and Bucky rolled his eyes before doing the same.

You came back into the room with plates of sandwiches and chips for the three of you. You handed Sam his and then put yours and Bucky’s down.

“I can see you sitting funny, where are you hurt?” You squinted at Bucky.

“I’m fine, doll.” He smiled.

“We both know that’s bullshit so either you show me now or I make you.” Your eyes were teasing as you talked. Buck rolled his eyes but there was a smirk trying to come through as he slowly stood up and lifted his shirt so he was showing you his bruised ribs and the cut on his side which was no longer bleeding but looked really awful. You tried to suppress the gasp in your chest and you grumbled as you got the stuff to dress his wounds. Bucky sat back down, glancing at Sam who was happily munching away on his lunch as Bucky glared. Bucky let you get to work, trying his hardest not to wince. He noticed that whenever he did, you flinched and there were tears in your eyes. He could feel his apology rising in his throat before it came out of him.

“I’m so sorry for bringing you into this.” He said barely above a whisper. You looked up at him and then back down at his wounds you were almost done dressing.

“You think that’s what I’m upset about? Bucky I’ve been waiting 6 months for you to come here. I’m not mad that you brought me into this, I’m mad that I didn’t get brought into this sooner.” You barely said it above a whisper but both of the men heard it. Sam gave Bucky a look before gently getting up.

“Excuse me, Y/N. Is there somewhere I could crash for a bit?”

Bucky looked at him thankfully as he was hoping to get a moment to talk to you alone.

“Of course!” Your chipper voice was back. “Right down that hallway, first door on the left.” You directed him to the guest room. You then looked back to Bucky’s wounds as Sam slowly walked down the hall. You swallowed dryly as you finished putting the bandage on Bucky before getting up. Buck grabbed your hand before you could get too far and pulled you down so you were straddling his thighs. The tears in your eyes threatened to fall and Bucky wrapped himself around you tightly. You sighed as you buried your face in his chest, trying to be mindful of his wounds, and some tears began to fall.

“I missed you, Buck.” You whispered and Bucky looked toward the ceiling to try and prevent the tears in his eyes from falling.

“I missed you too, sweet girl. I’m sorry I haven’t been calling.” He felt the guilt in his chest and he couldn’t tell if it was that that was constructing his breathing or his ribs. “I just didn’t wanna bring you into this mess.”

You pulled back to look into his eyes. “What mess?”

“My mess.”

“Bucky, you were gone for 5 years and I couldn’t think about anything but you. I don’t care how much of a mess you think you are, I just wanted you home.” You sighed at him sadly.

His flesh hand moved to try your face and you leaned into it. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. I promise.” You buried your head in his chest again and you both fell asleep on the couch like that, despite it being the afternoon.

When Sam emerged from the guest room, feeling well rested after a quick crash, he found you both on the couch, wrapped up in each other. He tried to repress the smile that came to his face as he thought about the fact that he understood why Bucky had seemed reluctant to come here. He couldn’t fool Sam into thinking he was a hardcore soldier anymore. He snapped a quick photo for blackmail purposes later.

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Aphrodisiac Induced Reader + The Dateables

A/N: I had this thought and i really had to get it out of my head (it was org gonna be just simeon cause,,, i love repressed feelings so much but then i gave it to the rest!!) (all consensual btw!!)

Separated because it was gonna be too long with all of them, the brothers should come out soon

A/N: I had this thought and i really had to get it out of my head (it was org gonna be just simeon cause,,, i love repressed feelings so much but then i gave it to the rest!!)

You really should have known better than to take food that was offered by Beel. You know that he has the right intentions in mind- that him sharing food is a miracle of itself and rejecting him would have his brows furrowed and lips pursed into a pout- but he’s also gluttony. He can eat whatever he wants and as much as he wants without so much of a stomach ache. You, on the other hand, cannot. You should have seen this coming when the cupcake you bite into filled your mouth with such an indescribable sweetness that it made your teeth ache, the flavor otherworldly and leaving you hungry for me, taking greedy bites out of the cutely decorated pastry. There was a sharp pang in your stomach, your body on fire and sex dripping with every nudge that your body made.

You couldn’t be alone right now- or maybe you should have been left alone, maybe that would have saved you from humiliation of your dripping arousal that was leaking past your slit. You’re quick to rise, standing on shaky legs, curled over as your cheeks burn, sweat beading against your skin, only worsening the sensitive state that you are in. It’s fast-acting, making your breaths come out in heated gasps, and everything just feels a bit too much, just too good for it to be normal. An aphrodisiac- a strong one that is making you impossibly aroused. You suck in a sharp breath and go to the person who you know will treat you right.

Barbatos:

Barbatos is simply surprised that you chose to go to him in such a needful state. But soon, he realizes how… stressful it is to have you around. Lord Diavolo was kind enough to give him the day off, stating that he’ll be spending it with Lucifer before closing the door with quite an obvious wink. But now, you follow him around, holding his hand, begging for him to do something- to turn back the clock just a few minutes before you had that pastry. You even promised that you wouldn’t get caught but he remains steadfast in his decision, not wanting to risk another repeat of the last mistake.

There is little that can surprise the butler, but when you push yourself against him, grabbing his hand and placing it flat on your belly, his fingertips above the waistband of your shorts, he can feel his face grow hot. He sputters out for a second before regains his composure, simply pulling his hand away and commenting that he’ll make you something to dim the fire that is your body. But you don’t quit, you push yourself against him, begging for him to help you now, that you’re too hot, that your clothes are melting your skin and your flush against him.

He only has so much willpower when it comes to you. And here you are, pressed against him, begging for him to take care of you, grabbing his hand and placing his index and middle finger in your mouth. He visibly stiffens, and when your mouth closes you hollow your cheeks, the soft, slick insides pressed against his fingers. There’s a crackle of energy around and soon you're gagging on his finger, the manicured nails turning into claws, filling your mouth exponentially, spit sliding between the corners and your eyes pricking with tears.

You are much too needy to stand still, to even rest against him is something that you find difficulty in without resulting in your humping his leg. You beg him, twist your hand in his and remove his glove, holding it tight in your hand and begging for him to touch you- to make the pain between your legs go away and feel good. As quick as a blink of an eye, you’re against the wall, his fingers deep into your mouth, his smile softening for a second. He leans close to your ear, his other hand working on clothes on your back, stripping you with every gagging sound made when he pushes a bit further. His tone is almost dangerous as he tells you that you asked for him to take care of you and that is simply what he’s about to do. He pulls away, his smile still as he leans close to you, his lips ghosting over his knuckles, asking if this is really what you want and if you give him a moment, he’s sure he can make you a tea that can stop your arousal. But when you gag around him, your brows knitting together, looking absolutely like a piece of art with his fingers in your mouth and eyes full of tears, he simply nods.

His mouth is on yours, and he can taste the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac on you- the sweetness, the almost bitter taste that lingers behind, the totality of it all making him feel as if he’s going to go into a craze. You poor thing, no wonder you’ve been so needy. Barbatos holds you up, letting you rut against him, feeling your sex pulse and with a simple slip of his hand, your creaming against yourself and against him, clinging tight to him, calling his name out in such a lewd moan that it pushes away all rational thought and simply release his cock, pearls beading from the slit and you look upon him with doe eyes, kissing him once more as his tail wraps around your torso, the forked end of it teasing at your nipples.

Diavolo:

The Lord of Devildom has always been kind to you, understanding and accommodating to you even when he has always seemed so busy. It would make sense that you would go to Lord Diavolo, who welcomes you with open arms, a gentle hand on your back that makes your knees buckle. He realizes his mistake- his eyes narrowing as he sees your flushed state and it’s a wonder that you’ve even made it to him without a trail of succubi and incubi at your tail. He can smell your heat from miles away. It’s intoxicating, hanging heavy in the air and as sweet as candy itself.

He lays you on the bed and he regrets it all in that very moment. He sees how small you are in his bed, the way that your body curves and how your hands try to find something to grip onto. He has enough restraint to pull himself away from you, taking a step back only to realize that your scent is filling the room, creeping at every crevice and corner, latching onto his clothing. Your hips thrust against the bed and he bites the inside of his cheeks- something bitter and hot filling his mouth. You call his name and he has to remain strong no matter how sweet the sound of it is.

The bed is soundless as he sits beside you and your hands latch onto his jacket, pulling him close to you. He makes a noise of surprise but allows it, watching as you lay yourself on his lap, your back arched over his lap and eyes so hazy and lust-filled that he forgets for a second to avoid touching you. His hand curves and pets the top of your head, smiling when you push yourself against his touch but then you rise and he’s forgotten that you are desperate for the very thing he’s willing to give to you.

You’ve laid him down, sitting above his abdomen, your hand on his chest, as your lower yourself to look him in the eyes. Your fingers squish beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, feeling the soft tissue of the breast and he has to admit that it feels divine. Your breath is a phantom above his lips and his hands move to grab your hips. He should pull away, but he finds that his hands are stuck to you, unable to budge from where they rest. He shouldn't be kissing you, he shouldn’t be ignoring the way that your hips are rotating above his, how you’re whining and mewling at the very action of kissing him. But he does, and he lets you kiss him, lets you weave your hands through his hair and push yourself closer against him until you have to pull away, gasping for breath.

Diavolo has to be careful with you- he treats you like you are made of porcelain, because to him, you are. You are a human, weak and gentle, loving and giving, and he is a demon, a king. He holds you with tender hands, letting his lips burn themselves against your skin, until you’re crying his name, begging for him to just touch you. He’s unable to refuse you, kissing your lips and letting his hand wander to your sex, where with just a simple touch, you release against his hand. He pulls his hand away, kissing your tears and raising his head to glance as his hand that is now coated in thick, shimmering arousal. With a promise to take care of you, he kisses your lips and lets his hand play with your sensitive sex.

Simeon:

Possibly one of the best choices to turn to, Simeon is actually quite happy to know that you chose to spend your sensitive state with him- that you trusted him the most. He’s trying to make it as lovely as possible- as least without actually attending to your needs. He won’t try anything- not that he technically could. But he misjudged the situation. He’s heard of people taking aphrodisiacs but the ones he heard of were made by and for people, not by and for demons. And now as he stares at you, trying so desperately to not slide your hand beneath the waistband of your underwear, he realizes he might have been over his head just a tad bit.

You rest on your knees, your face hidden against the comforter of his bed, lower half raised and legs pinched. Pained whimpers come out muffled, your hands clawing at the comforter, knotting and twisting the fabric in your hands. He can actually see the darkening color of your shorts peek from your crotch. His body suddenly feels hot- whether it’s arousal or embarrassment, he’s not actually sure but he wishes that it were because of the latter.

He turns his gaze away from you, clearing his throat and at that moment he knows he made a mistake. You call his name in a breathy tone that is absolutely sinful. Your arm stretches out, fingers trying to grab at the leg of his white pants. He smiles gently at you, his stomach churning when he catches your gaze- lustful and mouth already open in small moans. He can’t touch you. You know that. He knows that. But you’re in pain and even in your aroused state, you beg for him, you call out and promise that whatever he does, it’s out of good intentions. It’s a lie, of course, but he can hear you slick click against your dripping sex with just the softest of movement. Whatever he does- he can lie that he’s doing it to help you, but he’ll know the truth.

He’s unaware of how and exactly what happened. All he knows is that you’re above him, holding yourself tight to him as your face is hidden in the soft curve of his neck, and he can feel exactly just how hot your body is. Your hips are moving above his, the fabric of his clothes creating a wonderful friction that only makes your pitiful humping quicker and sloppier. You breathe against his neck and he has to dig his hands into the comforter of the mattress to prevent himself from falling to sin. Your sex is bare above him, your body curling tighter onto him, as he can feel an orgasm shake throughout your body.

Simeon whispers a prayer under his breath, closing his eyes and muttering an “Amen” as his arms wrap around your body. You jerk against him, acting as if the simple embrace from him is orgasmic, your thrusts quicker than before, calling his name, repeating it as if it were the only thing on your mind and at this point, he’s sure that it is. He promises to you in a whisper that he won’t go farther than what he’s about to do, pressing a kiss against your head and letting his eyes close. His hips meet yours in a thrust, clothed sex against wet, bare sex, and you moan his name and he can feel tears that burn slide down his neck, your words repeating for him to not stop.

Solomon:

It’s difficult for the sorcerer. He couldn’t even get up from the position if he tried. You're on his lap, legs and arms wrapping around him, and you may think you’re being discreet with your humping disguised as itchiness, Solomon knows better. He’s trying his best to find a spell, to find anything that can cure you of your current ailment. But he’s coming up flat. You’re needy, pinching your leg together and pulling away from where your chin rested on his shoulder to look him in the eye. Your face is flushed, your hair disheveled and for the first time since you’ve entered his room, you’ve stopped your humping.

He’s always had an attraction to you- it went further than just finding you pretty, it passed the need for human contact when you both arrived, it was just him wanting to bask in your warmth, to have you fret over him like he was simply just another person and not a sorcerer who happens to be able to command seventy-two demons. And now, he has you where he has dreamed of countless times, imagined behind closed doors and hand fisted over his cock. He has you with a leaking sex, eyes that are on him and no possible interruptions. His mouth is dry and he is unable to think properly. His hands fall and the book he was keeping afloat falls with a thud to the floor.

The way you call his name, a breathy broken moan when you test your hips against his, your body shuddering and he realizes with disappointment that you had orgasmed already while above him. He had missed it. He bows his head, brows knitted and he can’t think clearly when you’re rutting against him, mumbling apologies beside him, your breath a gentle whisper and then in the same breath you kiss his neck, begging for him to touch you. And as much as he wants to, he can’t. He knows the state you’re in, your mind hazy and thick with everything related to sex, and you aren’t thinking clearly, you’re just thinking of having your sex toyed with. It’s a horrible feeling he’s stuck in.

It doesn’t take much to make him crack. You pull away, when he’s still for far too long, silent even as focused as he was, you could hear the muted moans that he refused to sound out loud. But he's silent now, and when you pull away, he looks crestfallen. You hold his face his your hands, your sex pressed against his, and you can feel his cock poking at the inside of your thigh. You try your chances against, leaning close to him, your mouth on his as you beg for him to touch you, your promises of you wanting this so serious in your voice that makes him willing to kiss your lips, his tongue slipping past and the sound that you make is perverse, loud and running your hands against his body.

Solomon looks at you through heavy lidded eyes, feeling your body rise and fall, your lips on him and his hands are moving, leaving your body burning with just the palm of his hand. Thin, calloused fingers sneak under your shirt and rub against your sensitive nipples, your mouth breaking from him, and your tongue peeks out, swiping at your lips to capture the feeling of his against your one more time. But you’re in pain, more than he is, and he’s pushing you against the bed, kissing your body, hearing you call his name with such want that it makes his cock ache. And then he’s staring at your sex, leaking and throbbing, and his mouth is on you, groaning when your hands knit in his hair and his tongue is swirling around your sex.

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dixbolik-lovers · 3 years

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Ooo, if we're doing requests again could I get the Sakamaki's and Kino snuggling with their parental figure in the parental au?

How sweet~ XD

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Shuu

Considering his tendencies to pass out anywhere, Shuu is bound to fall asleep if you’re cuddling him. It feels weird to be acting so childish, but when it comes to his need to just take a nap and forget about the world, Shuu can’t be bothered to care too much. He’s always liked using warm, comfortable humans as living body pillows, so he tries to tell himself that this is no different. But when you’re running your fingers through his hair and he feels your chest rising and falling with your breath... it’s hard not to get the impression that he’s being way too vulnerable here.

Reiji

His pride hates every second of behaving so childishly, but the needy parts of him that have always wanted something like this are insistent. Reiji is painfully tense even when he’s lying next to you or curled up in your lap. He feels awkward, uncomfortable, and downright humiliated, and that’s before you start rubbing his back and praising him for letting you do this. It’s at that point that Reiji more or less breaks. He has to hide his face to preserve his dignity, and he can never be made to admit to it, but he’s absolutely snuggling into you just a little bit. Don’t point it out.

Ayato

At first, he’s as bratty as can be. If you have boobs, his face is going right in them. Being an ass about the whole situation is the only way Ayato can preserve his pride and make himself feel anything less than pathetic for wanting your attention. He loves being held and cuddled, but of course, actually saying that is beyond him. The best he can do is make cheeky remarks... and act disturbingly like a kicked puppy if you try to stop. He’s never been held like this before, and it’s getting to him. If you keep encouraging him, he’ll get extremely attached to it.

Kanato

Once his pride breaks down enough that he’ll cuddle with you, Kanato is a leech. He’ll snuggle into your side like a child, bury his face against your shoulder, and cling to Teddy while insisting that you pet him and treat him sweetly. The closest thing to control that he can hold onto is making demands, so that he does. It’s the only way he can feel less vulnerable like this. Even so, Kanato is unfortunately likely to wind up in tears when the affection and repressed desperation start to get the better of him. Just rub his back and talk to him while he has his breakdown.

Laito

The sheer vulnerability of the situation makes Laito incredibly uneasy. He’s used to cuddling after sex and such, of course, but being held just for the sake of it is disturbing on a lot of levels. He’s so starved of non-sexual affection that it’s getting to him. Bad. Laito is, of course, good at playing off how affected he is and pretending like he’s just fine. But in this situation, it’s all he can do to force a smile and make some perverted jokes at your expense. When you squeeze him closer and start rubbing his back, you’ll be able to hear the way his breath hitches in his chest.

Subaru

He doesn’t deserve it. That’s the number one thing Subaru can think. It’s been years since his mother did anything so gentle, and the cuddling reminds Subaru so much of painful, long-gone memories that he can hardly take it. He gets aggressive because he doesn’t know what else to do, even though the reality is that he really just wants to snuggle into your hold and stay there until he feels less like a monster because of it. Of course, there’s no way he can let himself do that kind of thing... so Subaru winds up just lying there stiffly and trying not to do anything pathetic.

Kino

He tries to make it casual, but that doesn’t exactly work. Kino’s childish side is apparent to anyone who meets him, but even then, cuddling up to someone like this feels like a little too much. Or so Kino would like to think. His attention-starved side gets the better of him in no time, and he’ll wind up much, much clingier than he wants to be. And of course, he’s running his mouth the whole time. Talking nonsense and finding ways to insult you is the best way that Kino can hold onto his dignity... and even that falls apart when he starts to sniffle and find it hard to keep his voice steady.

#Diabolik Lovers #Dialovers #Sakamaki Shuu #Sakamaki Reiji #Sakamaki Ayato #Sakamaki Kanato #Sakamaki Laito #Sakamaki Subaru #Kino #Headcanon #Parental Au #Reader

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