#platonic physical affection for the touch-starved angel

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: just a hug?

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: G

genre: Could be read as platonic or romantic. Angst with fluff

pairing: Alastor x reader

summary: You were warned on the first night at the hotel, Alastor has a bubble. A space bubble and it was best you respect that. What happens when Alastor wants you to invade his space?

this is a request from lovely anon:

When you arrived to the hotel, on the very first night, Charlie warned you that while everyone was friendly, Alastor definitely respected his space and wanted others to do the same. Vaggie had added on that Alastor doesn’t respect others space though and warned you. You understood though and promised them both that you would respect his boundary, as you really didn’t mind physical touch, really. It was just a bit jarring, nothing you couldn’t deal with!

The whole hotel came to realize that you were extremely touch starved, so even casual touches ended with you flinching or freezing, almost like you had no idea how to react to a kind gentle touch at first. The first time Angel came up to you and put his arm around you, you physically jumped off your seat and ended up on the floor. Angel had apologized and you explained it just shocked you. You weren’t used to those casual touches, but you liked them, they were fine. As you got to know the patrons and considered them friends you weren’t as touch adverse.

Finally after a few months, Charlie would run up and hug you in greeting, you squeezing her back so tightly. Angel and you often sat next to each other, his legs draped on your lap or vice versa. Or for movie night, one of you was cuddled into the other, laughing at the funny moments or you hiding in Angel’s chest if it was a scary movie. You even would hug Vaggie, and she would awkwardly pat your back. Even Husk had gotten used to your casual touches, like when you would thank him by patting his arm, or when the loan sharks showed up for Mimzy and you grabbed on to his bicep in fear. Just casual little touches that no one noticed or thought about, except Alastor. Alastor noticed it all.

He saw how you interacted with each of the patrons but how when he was around and would even just go to pat your head, you reacted as if you had been burned. It angered him to no end. He thought it was funny at first, how you were seemingly scared of him. Jumping and avoiding him. But now seeing how you were around everyone else? What had he done?

Was this on purpose? Did you hate him? More importantly, why did he care? Alastor realized sitting in his radio tower that was why he was so affected by this. He cared. He growled at the realization, disgusted. He cared that you, a sinner, wasn’t giving him… a hug? He was disappointed in himself. Ridiculous. Bury it. Bury it. Bury it.

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This lasted for two days. And Alastor’s final breaking point was when the whole group had been told they had to participate in a trust fall exercise. While you were up there, he prepared himself. He would be the one to catch you. Couldn’t escape then, not like he cared of course. And he did, catch you. You landed straight in his arms securely and he looked down at you with a softer smile than he had given anyone in Hell.

And then you yiped like a dog and some how jumped out of his arms. He was too shocked to even react. Angel caught you and Alastor watched as you stayed in Angel’s arms for a bit and then casually got down, going up to him and murmuring that you were ‘so so sorry’.

“It’s… fine, my dear.” He said as he walked away seething. Charlie called after him saying they weren’t done but Alastor ignored them all as he rounded the corner and disappeared. You looked after him concerned and quickly excused yourself, trying to follow him.

“Where could he have gone?” You ask yourself, going toward the only logical place which was his room and radio room. You knocked on his room door and waited. He opened it and looked down, a foul expression casting over his face as he saw you, the smile never leaving though.

“Yes?” He asks, no pleasantries added. He wanted-needed you gone.

“I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you were okay. And apologize again. I swear I wasn’t aiming for you when we did the trust falls.” You explained, sincerely thinking he was upset because you had broken the one rule you were told about your first night.

“Check on me? I’m fine.” He ground out and turned around going deeper into his room. You took this as an invitation, following him and he shut the door behind you, thinking you were gone.

“Are you sure because you don’t look fine?” You asked and he spun around.

“Who let you in?” He asked, his voice low and dangerous.

“Um, you walked away, which I thought was inviting me in so we could hash this out?” You said, a bit confused.

“Hash this out?” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Yeah, like work this out?” You said.

“There’s nothing to work out.” Alastor shot back. “You may go.”

“No, you’re upset. And I know it’s because of me and I want to help fix it.” You said adamantly.

“You don’t even want to be near me. Why do you care?” He snarled, getting into your face. You jump a bit back shocked at the sudden movement.

“What? Alastor, you’re the one who doesn’t want to be touched. I was told that the first night I came here. It’s why I’ve kept my distance so that you weren’t uncomfortable. I tend to be a bit clingy.” You explained, a bit angry at how he was reacting. And then suddenly, everything clicked into place. How he was more frequently trying to create those casual touches. Even today, you knew he was at the far back of the group for trust falls and he still had caught you. Meaning he made his way to the front to specifically catch you. And each time he tried to do that you freaked out, shied away, ran away… when you were so affectionate with the others. “Oh.” You said quietly and Alastor just looked at you. Anger still in his eyes but there was something else.

“Do you want a hug?” You ask.

“What?” Alastor said, bewildered.

“A hug. I would like to hug you. Can I hug you?” You ask crossing over to him and opening your arms slightly.

“If that’s what you want.” He said still trying to save his reputation. You smile and wrap your arms around his middle drawing him to you, your head resting on his lower chest. He blinked slowly and wrapped his arms around you. Leaning down and resting his head on top of yours. You both stayed there like that for a bit, you hugging until Alastor pulled away. His cheeks were red and his ears were back and you couldn’t help but smile. Your hand going up to his cheek and bringing him down closer to you so you could gently kiss his other cheek.

“I apologize, I didn’t realize that you wouldn’t have a conniption if I touched you. Just let me know next time, hmmm?” You ask as he blinks at you. You smile and then head to the door. “I’m going back down stairs, but thank you for letting me know how you feel Alastor. I’ll be sure to be as clingy with you as I am with everyone else.” You joke a bit and he smiles.

“Thank you, darling.” He murmurs quietly.

“Of course!” You say immediately and shut his door behind you. You walk down the hall a bit and stop off at room and wash your face with some cold water trying to get the blush that you had been fighting off your cheeks.

[acid-ixx]

I truly LOVE THIS SERIES!!! I also read the reader as female too. I really like how you delve into damiens mind on this one. He is the one I was curious about the direction you will take him in with dealing with reader. I especially can't wait for Jason's too. Will any of the batfam be romantic toward reader in future chapters?

directory !

a/n: tysm for liking it so far !! for me i prefer it if the reader is gn/male (since im also a trans guy and it's hard to find content of my preference. it's funny how a lot of ppl in my inbox call me a girl bec i am not 😭). also none of them are going to turn romantic later on. i prefer strictly writing them as platonic in the series since it's often stated that they see you purely as their sibling who differs entirely from them. although i might make another series where it is romantic yandere, but for the a&a series, they're all platonic.

yeah, damian so far is a really complicated case. both him and the reader share a trait for contradicting feelings and that really ties with them being the only ones having blood ties in the family. which drives damian's obsession even further because in my opinion he's the most perceptive (and one of the least delusional alongside jason) of your emotions, knowing the right words to tick you off or make your vulnerable.

damian is also pretty touch-starved for a sense of normalcy that he couldn't achieve with his siblings who are raised to be crimefighters (so the way he sees his relationship towards his siblings would be more of a vigilante partner than family), but once he's matured enough, he'll soon realize just how much he craves for affection. having someone like you, who's the one trying to just live, and sharing blood with him (because despite trying to distance himself away from his assassin past, he'll always have this toxic mindset of "blood is thicker than water" and you're proof of that), damian pretty much demands attentions left and right.

when i mean he demands your attention, that means he also needs affection, both physical and emotional. that means he wants you to coddle him the same way dick coddles you. he wants to bond with you through quality time so that means you'll always find your schedule packed with activities you'll spend with damian, to both make up for lost time and as a quiet apology towards you that, no, he's not gonna threaten you with a sword anymore— he even makes a show of keeping his weapons somewhere far away from you, that your baby brother is vulnerable towards you and he means no harm.

his methods of gaining your spotlight are really inconvenient, but don't point it out because all he'll do is pout towards you whilst he'd grab your hand, preferably to take you somewhere away from all your other siblings who are trying their damn best also trying to take your attention.

meanwhile jason is more protective and would rather not let you go through the same path as he did; being impulsive and letting yourself get in danger. unfortunately, the reader in the series is already pretty much in their worst state and that makes jason's need to protect you from harm's way (just like bruce), especially right after meeting him in the series would make him realize that you weren't a replacement to him and that you both pretty much share the same trauma when it comes to seeing your mother being taken away from you.

just like dick, he pretty much sees you as a kid. but unlike dick, the more you show your impulsive actions and display breakdowns, the more he acknowledges that yes, you do have flaws and you need space so he won't shove his affection down your throat but he will make sure his angel is properly taking care of themself right after, he'll make drink water right after a crying session, make you eat something if you haven't, and if you're scared of criminals trying to target you in the streets, then don't worry because the red hood will guarantee to associate you with fear.

fear that if they even dare to lay their eyes on you, their eyeballs would be ripped out of their sockets. only god knows what would happen if jason were to find one of them having filthy intentions towards his angel.

unfortunately for you, if you don't like it when an intimidating, brooding man who considers himself your brother is standing by your door, then you're out of luck because he won't even budge unless you invite him over. his obsession with you is very subtle but unlike bruce with a no-kill code, jason won't hesitate putting a buller through someone's head once his angel is in danger.

though if you don't want to see jason snap, then it'd be better if you wouldn't put yourself in danger on purpose because he will get violent towards anyone who even tries to lay their hands on you and although his grip on your body is soft, as if making sure that he wouldn't be harming you; you would further increase the chances of being locked up in your own safe haven if you try to purposely get yourself killed because that gives him all the signs that you're incapable of taking care of yourself and he wouldn't want a repeat of what happened to him with you when it comes to any other criminals.

[voonroo]

I had an idea for a hazbin hotel headcanon thing you could do if ya want—

Maybe a (platonic) hazbin hotel cast (like not the entirety of the cast, just the characters at the hotel) with a reader who is incredibly touch-starved in general? And it is very obvious considering they practically weaken or melt anytime someone touches them.

Touch Starved

⌐‣Hotel Cast + Reader REQ

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I am loving these platonic requests😍

Hotel Cast + Reader

The first one to notice this behavior would be either Alastor (to no one's surprise) or Angel.

Occasionally Alastor will spare a pat here or there but it doesn't happen often.

Since he's not too touchy he prefers to analyze you from a distance.

He's probably said something along the lines of “Touch starved aren't you!” while walking past you hugging another resident.

Other than that, no one else says anything.

Angel would be one of the first to notice your tendencies.

He’ll do hugs every now and again but prefers to just mess with your hair.

Definitely the type to randomly lean on you with all of his body weight though, so watch out.

Charlie is your go-to girl for physical affection.

Hugs? Absolutely get over here she already has her arms held open.

Would 100% greet you with hugs.

Vaggie on the other hand, isn't going to be too into it.

However, at the same time, she is the type to initiate physical touch unconsciously.

Pentious would definitely be okay with random forms of affection.

You want someone to hold your hand? He's got you. Just want a hug?

Another person to greet you with a hug.

The most you will probably get from Husk is knees touching when sitting next to each other.

He won't push you away if you want a hug but he's not outwardly happy about it either.

The type to side hug you for like two seconds.

Nifty would actually just cling to you if you’d let her.

She has no problems with scaling up your body and just sitting on your shoulders or something.

Overall I think the only person who would push you away would probably be Alastor on the occasion that he doesn't initiate.

Word Count: 298

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      LULLABY FOR A BROKEN HEART

pairing: Leon Kennedy x Gn reader.

summary: After a mission, Leon musters up the courage to ask for one thing he's always wanted.

warnings: hurt/comfort, a bit of angst, fluff, Leon is touch starved, no consumption of alcohol but there are mentions of it, injuries, mentions of trauma.

word count: 2.1k

author's note: Hello! So... I had prepared some dad leon headcanons but after reading DI manga latest chapter... I knew I had to write something about it. I wrote this with a platonic relationship in mind but you can also see it as an established relationship! I just wanted an excuse to write about Leon because he is literally an angel ueueueue. He deserves the world.

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With heavy and wobbly steps, Leon’s blurry vision—from the lack of sleep— could make out the frame of your door, your apartment’s door. A part of him knows that he may be a burden—or that’s what he believes. Fatality, sorrow, and overall bad outcomes are the only things his mind can register.

He doesn’t want to bother you. Hell, he doesn’t want to speak to anyone right now. The fact that he somehow made it safely to your front door was enough for him to know that you would be so angry at him. You shouldn’t drive after a mission. You shouldn’t—... let yourself die. He knows all those phrases by heart. 

He’s getting better. He’s a lot better, to be honest. He no longer drinks, but he may as well look drunk right now. His head was hurting like hell, but he blamed it on his mission. He’s getting too old for that shit. But, a healthy improvement doesn’t mean that he can’t fall. 

Recovery isn’t a straight line of betterment. There are nights when he can sleep like a baby. But then again, some days, he goes to sleep knowing that a nightmare may attack his dreams. 

His fist bangs against your door, at first trying to be quiet. But after a few seconds, some desperation came within his knocking, and a louder sound filled the already silent night. 

The melancholic feeling of being alone lasts a couple of seconds before he hears some steps inside your home, those get even closer until he sees the door opening. The sight he admires before him is far from comforting. The eyebags under your eyes, your disheveled hair, and the quiet yawn that escapes your lips say it all, you were sleeping. 

At first, you don’t say anything, letting the silence in the air fill the lack of response from both parts. Yours and Leon’s, two souls that are aching right now but for different reasons.

Leon, who is hurting because he doesn’t want you to see him like this. And yours because you’d give him the world just for him to stop blaming himself. Ironic, but in reality you’re two sides of the same coin.

Amidst the countless things you want to tell Leon, you step aside allowing him to enter your apartment. The one he knows as his cozy getaway. His second home. The first one is your mere existence. 

Physical things last no more than a few weeks, months, or years. Everything is doomed to cease existing. He has witnessed it through the years he has worked as an agent. Those gigantic and marvelous houses politicians love to brag about? A bomb would destroy them. That motorcycle he loves? Yeah, that one…. No more than a few pieces remained.

But the simple fact that you were alive and breathing meant so much. He wasn’t a stranger to death. He knows that he has become desensitized to those topics as much as he denies it. But even if someone were to die, their proof that they belonged to this world would live in those who loved them, those who were close to them. 

And that’s why you’re his home. The kind of home that served as a refuge when life got too much, when life stopped basking him with its sunlights but rather sent him a blizzard. Your presence was enough for him because you granted him the affection he has long forgotten he could have.

As he enters your apartment, the normalcy and everydayness of the living room embrace him like a thick and warm blanket. The usual smell of your scented candlelight also brings him back to the reality where he could feel safe.

He’s alone for a while, you let him sit on your couch even though he might stain it with the dirt on his pants and whole body. You don’t exactly care, you can clean it after. 

His eyes are unfocused as he waits for you to come back. At that moment, the memories of his last mission came to his mind. They don’t haunt him like they used to do in the past, where he decided to stop the voices from getting louder by drowning in alcohol.

Now, they replay in his mind like a Deja Vu, like a movie he was the main star in. However, it doesn’t mean they stop stabbing his heart knowing that he had taken lives. 

He used to be a religious person. Right now if someone asks him if he follows a certain God, he would respond with a simple no. But when he sees the bodies of those whom he had to kill, he would offer a silent prayer, asking whoever hears him that their souls could rest in peace.

Leon kills, but he’s also a lover of life. He loves the world and its people. He wants to believe that he'd be reminded as the one who fought for those who couldn’t, even if he didn’t want to be associated with that type of job.

In his mind, it may sound corny but he has started appreciating the simple things in life. The way someone would smile at him in the supermarket, the way a random stranger would greet him even though they don’t know him. It was a nice reminder that he was, in fact, alive.

Your steps break the silence—once again. In your hands, there’s a first aid kit. 

There’s a certain urgency in the way you sit next to him to treat his wounds. Your eyes never leave him as you try to make sure that nothing is hurting him. Even when he has awoken you from your sweet dreams, you’re the same caring and compassionate person as always.

An alcohol swab touches one cut he had on his temple, a bruise already forming on the skin. Proof that his head was literally slammed against a metal tube. Not his proudest moment, if he had to be honest.

“I’m not going to break, you know…” Leon finally speaks as your hand seems to slightly shake out of fear of bringing more pain to him.

You manage to let out a chuckle at his words. “I know. But I’m not taking risks.”

His eyes continue to remain fixated on your face, like a puppy who is looking at a treat. But rather, he’s like a homeless man admiring one of the prettiest houses he has ever seen.

There are no questions asked, nor complaints about anything related to his late-night visit. He appreciates the fact that he’s welcomed no matter what. Nonetheless, he can’t help but thank you for your hospitality.

“Thank you.” He murmurs as you clean another injury that was just above his eyebrow. “You’re too good for me.” Leon's words show a moment of raw sincerity.

Leon’s humanity is palpable, even when he doesn’t notice it. There’s a childlike glimmer in his eyes when he watches his favorite movies, a hint of regret when he talks about his missions, and a big sense of empathy when he speaks about the victims who died at his hands.

Leon’s kindness knows no limits. And you wish everyone could observe what an amazing human he is.

“Why is that?” You asked, scooting closer to hear him better. To pay full attention to what he’s about to say. There’s nothing Leon loves more than knowing he can really talk with someone about his feelings since he has mastered the art of closing off.

“For this…” He admits as his hands gesture your first aid kit, to your apartment as a whole. “I’m not used to being… pampered like this. I get hurt and I fix myself up.” His expression darkens slightly.

“Well… I’m here, aren’t I?” You give Leon a warm smile before pinching one of his cheeks making sure not to touch any of his cuts. “You don’t have to be alone all the time, Leon. You can rely on me.”

Leon’s lips turn into a shy smile as you pinch his cheek. “Yeah, I know.” He’s grateful for your hospitality and overall care. But it’s hard for someone who has always been in solitude to think that it’s okay to rely on someone, that it’s okay to need a person. 

He’s silent for a moment before asking a question that’s been nagging him for a while now. “But… Don’t you get tired of it? Of taking care of me?”

You instantly shake your head, responding with a blunt “Nope, never.” In fact, you would be awake all night long just to make sure he was alright. 

“You’re a God’s sent… I swear.” He chuckles as his gaze moves towards his own hands which are fidgeting. As if he was looking for something to grab, to hold onto. 

He hesitates for a few seconds, he doesn’t want to overstep boundaries but then again… He’s not used to being touched let alone hugged. But right now… he craves feeling the tender and intimate affection that a hug brings.

When was the last time he was touched? He doesn’t remember. The sole thought of admitting it’s been months if not years that he hasn’t been hugged brings embarrassment to his already troubled mind. 

You notice, you know Leon a little too well. You recognize every little quirk he has, from the way he sometimes sticks out his tongue when he’s focused on something to the way he looks at everyone before delivering a punchline.

But you wait for him, you want him to be comfortable. 

As a sigh leaves his lips, he finally speaks. “Can you hug me?” His words come out hushed, as if ashamed of himself for asking something so… banal, so simple. “I really need it.”

The way he speaks, the way his voice suddenly cracks and the way his fingers twitch even more tell you enough.

“Come here.” You encourage him, opening your arms. He wastes no time getting himself closer and wrapping his arms around you. The kindness that you’re showing him could bring him to tears, but he doesn’t let them fall. Right now, he just wants to be embraced.

He was bigger than you, being an agent built his body to be ready to fight, to kill. Of course his muscles would basically bury your frame as he curls himself into the hug. But funnily enough, he feels like a kitten that found solace on a rainy day. He feels getting even smaller and almost disappearing from the catastrophes of this world.

He could easily rest his head on your shoulder. But instead, he decides to bury his face in the crook of your neck, feeling even more at ease in this peaceful moment. Closing his eyes, he lets the warmth of your body soothe his aching soul.

He always takes care of everyone, his mind and soul are connected to people he may as well never see again. He feels too much, he feels everything. Nevertheless, there are times when he wants to be the one being doted on, to feel safe.

And right now… he is safe.

“You may think I’m stupid…” His words are muffled as his face is pressed into your neck, his stubble ever so slightly brushing against your skin.

“I sometimes think you’re stupid.” You tease him, trying to bring some humor to the situation as you sense that Leon is starting to doubt himself. Your arms hug him closer, tighter. Letting him know that you aren’t going anywhere. “But right now… I think you’re the most amazing person ever.”

Leon doesn’t say anything for the moment. His breathing is steady and calm, drowning in your so familiar scent. His fingers caress the back of your head, touching your hair reminding himself that you were there, as if the hug wasn’t enough.

“You’re the most selfless person I’ve ever known.” You murmur, pressing a kiss on the top of his head. “You fight so much, you’re so important to many people. You don’t even know how much I thank life for having a Leon Kennedy next to me.”

Your words break his heart a little. Not because you said something wrong, not at all. But rather… he can’t imagine how his existence could bring happiness to someone. Chris, Rebecca, hell everyone has helped him a lot. But you are like an anchor which he clings to.

“Don’t feed a stray dog…” He tries joking, but his voice is barely a whisper. You’re used to his jokes. Most of the time, they are harmless and light-hearted. However, sometimes they served to hide what he was truly feeling. “They’ll always come back.”

“I don’t want you to come back…”  You respond. letting your hand rub his back. “I want you to stay.”

And Leon is definitely going to stay, he’s going to stay with you and with everyone else. He will fight off every bioweapon, he will succeed in every mission. Just to come back to his home and to his life. A life he’s learning to love and enjoy.

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Golden Retreiver!Morgie x GN!Reader Oneshot!

Summary: Morgie just wants to be given praise and affection and called a good boy. His friends had been neglecting him so he goes to you to get what he craves. Being close friends with him you give him what he needs

Warnings: Morgie gets compared to and treated like a dog (in a kind way! (dw he loves it)), sfw, fluff, fluff and more fluff, Morgie is praise and touch-starved, reader calls Morgie “puppy”(once) and “sweetie”

Word Count: 1,287

partially made this for my moot @brokenmilkcrates!

Morgie Loved his friends dearly.

He loved hanging out with them, being mean to other students with them, and overall getting to tag along with whatever.

What he loved most, though, was the rare praise he received whenever he gave a good idea or suggestion. It was mostly Uliana’s praise, but the others would also give him head pats. They were his favorite things in the world.

At one point when utilizing his extensive recreations of dog howls, Hook made a comment saying he was just like a dog. At first that bothered Morgie, but after a little while he decided that he didn’t care. So what if he was like a dog? People loved dogs! So what’s so wrong with that?

Well, it did make his friends treat him a little more like one; not that he minded. The comedic realization from Hook led to an increase in affection from everyone, adding new things like scratches and offering him treats. It was a win-win, really.

The downside, however, was when it started to cease.

His contribution this past week seemed to be lacking to the others, because they hadn’t been doing what they usually did; even calling him “Good boy”! Recognizing it made it even worse because he was desperate. He craved touch. Craved attention. He needed it.

He needed you, but you had been so busy that week with schooling he hadn’t been able to rely on you.

The two of you were just platonic friends; you were amiable with the other VKs but mainly hung out with Morgie separately. Physically, however, you were a lot closer than most. Half the school thought you were dating, and the other half would think so as well if they saw how you two were behind closed doors. That boy cuddled you like letting go would kill him.

So, you weren’t surprised at all, when, studying in your dorm, a sound not unlike scratching came from your door.  Setting down your pen, you went to answer. Opening the door, lo and behold, was a crouched down boy looking up at you like some angel who had just saved him.

Your brow creased. “Is everything okay Morgie?”

He whined.

 Morgie. Whined.

Understanding the situation and wasting no time, you brought him inside, thoughts of your studies quickly leaving. Surprisingly, you saw him crawling after you like a dog with his tail between his legs.

Oh, he had it bad.

You sat on the side of your bed, patting the area next to you. Instead, Morgie wrapped his arms around your calf and set his chin right on your knee. He looked up at you with those big brown eyes of his, lips pouting.

“Ohhh,” you tutted, bringing your hand to his cheek and moving upwards into his hair. “Is puppy attention starved?”

He closed his eyes, leaned his head into your touch, and gave a double nod.

Turning to have your fingers scratch his scalp, he let out a happy little sigh.

“I’m so sorry sweetie.” You told him, like a doting parent. “That must’ve been so hard for you”. A whimper escaped him, just happy to be so close to you. To receive your touch. To be in a sort of embrace.

“Next time they’re neglecting you, you can come straight to me, okay?”

“Nhhn.” He mumbled, clutching your leg still. “They haven’t called me good boy all week.” He murmured, pitch high.

“I’m so sorry.” You told him tenderly, giving his hair a gentle tug. “You’re such a good boy.”

He whined and grabbed your free hand, pressing it to his cheek. Then, he looked up at you expectantly. His cheeks were turning scarlet, and his eyes were heavy.

“Say it again?” He said softly, breath slightly uneven. “Please?”

“Oh Morgie,” You began, thumbing his cheek before leaning closer to him. “You’re a good boy. You’re a very good boy. You deserve all the scratches and head pats.”

Morgie’s eyes made little hearts, and anyone else would swear he looked in love. You would deny such things if they were accused of you; the last thing you wanted was to take advantage of his neediness.

But you oh-so loved his neediness. It gave you nearly as much life as it gave him, which was saying a lot. Having him in your arms constantly, him desiring as much as you could give him; it made you dizzy.

But you would never ask something more from him, you thought, as he started rubbing his head into the hand in his hair. He was so pretty when he got like this, needing you more than anyone else. Than air.

He looked up at you again and darn it he made it so difficult to not give in and kiss him right there and then.

“Would you…” Morgie began, breaking you out of your thoughts. He turned bashful and looked away. “Would you give me more?” He asked, voice quiet. You weren’t entirely sure what he meant. He had never voiced a request like that before.

“Of course, sweetie.” You mumbled, trying not to let your mind go back to your previous consideration. “Whatever you need.”

He looked up at you through his eyelashes as his mouth and jaw pressed into your knee.

He mumbled something.

“Hmm? What was that?” You asked, not catching an ounce of what his said into the fabric.

Lifting his face slightly, he let out a huff. Then, he looked left, then right; avoiding your gaze out of embarrassment.

“Would you- ” He whispered, still not looking at your eyes. “Would you kiss me?”

Your heart caught in your throat and your face set ablaze. He wanted a kiss? He wanted you to kiss him? He wanted you?

Boring into his eyes that now looked at you expectingly, you could see nothing in them but what could be described as a deep, desperate desire.

Morgie suddenly lunged towards your face, pausing halfway, a question written on his own. Still, you didn’t move.

His expression shifted to something riddled with pain; he thought you didn’t want to grant his request. Thought you didn’t want him.

Letting out the tiniest noise of pain, he began to move away from you.

Realizing what he had mistakenly thought, a rush of panic filled you at the thought of not only losing him, but him thinking that you didn’t want him.

Not giving a second to waste, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, then paused. He paused as well, looking at you with a hopeful demeanor now. Then, he nudged forward.

You did the same.

You both slowly brought your faces closer until your noses were touching and you couldn’t see into both of each other’s eyes at once.

“I love you, Morgie.” You whispered, then pressed your lips into his. He pushed back with twice as much force.

It was everything you had dreamed it would be and more. His arms wrapped around your waist as you brought both hands into his soft, blonde hair. Not as close as you could be, but it was enough.

It was more than enough with the way he made those pretty little sighs against your mouth, more content than he had ever been. It was more than enough to him to not only have received your praise and attention, but to finally have received your lips and your love.

Giving you a kiss so deep you thought he may have melded to you permanently, he proceeded to move back a fraction for just long enough so he could go right back to getting as many kisses as he needed from you; which would never be enough.

“I love you too.”

[brokendreamscreation]

Headcanons: Tactile Affection

As many have likely noticed by now, Lucid is extremely tactile when it comes to expressing his affection for others, may it be platonic, romantic, or familial. It can be described as even being touch starved and that is true as well. He will hug, cuddle, nuzzle, and wrap wings around anyone that allows him that kind of touch.

If the other is touch aversive or needs space, they must communicate this to Lucid because he is not always best at reading others body language. Someone seeming closed off and avoiding, he may believe a hug or wrapping a wing around them may be a form of comfort because that is how he feels comforted by others. When told to give space Lucid will back off. Snapping at him or shoving him away will make him anxious to make contact later, worrying that he was being too much and does not want to damage the relationship further.

This need for touch and anxiety of rejection and anger towards him heavily stems from his isolation in Heaven. Kept as a highly guarded secret, Lucid’s contact with other angels is limited and even more so with physical affection and touch with them. There are a select few that may allow this kind of contact, such as the archangels or other seraphim. Those that he knows he can fully express this tactile affection with he will, like an excited pup to see their family come home after leaving the household. If Lucifer allows this kind of touch and affection, Lucid readily shares it with him as well.

[nastyavolk-cp]

YANDERE BUCKY BARNES // GENERAL HEADCANONS

ROMANTIC

He hesitates to get closer to you when you strike his interest. He’s afraid to hurt you like he did many times before to countless people, but his obsession doesn’t let him be away from you for so long.

Bucky is a very touch starved lover, he wants affection all the time, wants to feel your arms around him, your lips on his face or lips, if you can comfort him with warm physical contact, he’s very into it and wants it frequently.

He doesn’t really call you by your name, he mostly calls you Doll, Baby, and you know, cheesy nicknames. But trust me, Doll is still in his vocabulary.

We cannot forget that this man here has been a highly trained assassin for 75 years, he knows endless methods to end someone's life in seconds so you better watch out or maybe in the next day some friends of yours disappear.

Bucky wants someone who doesn’t judge him by his past actions as the Winter Soldier. He also wants someone who is kind, a bit shy but who’s always gonna be on his side no matter what.

PLATONIC

As a platonic yandere, there are only two visions in my mind: Him being an adoptive father and the other one as your best friend.

Being a father or being your best friend, he’s going to be very protective towards you, it’s like you’re made of glass and a simple slip will make you shatter in pieces.

You also need to be very careful about what you say around him, either complaining about school/college/work, someone being a dick towards you, or whatever it happens, because he will threaten anyone who dares to hurt you or to ruin your life.

You can forget romance because Bucky will be heavily against it, no one deserves such an angel like you and in the end you will get hurt so he won’t let anyone take you away from him.

You are his precious darling, so please, be good to him and he will make sure that you will have your best life with him at his side.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello there! Might I have a genshin matchup, if it’s not too much trouble?

My name is Emily (she/her) and I’m a lesbian, though if you think about platonically matching me with a male character, I would not mind. My Zodiac sign is Capricorn and last I checked, my MBTI is INFP, the mediator.

Appearance wise, I’m roughly 5’6 and have a pudgy baby face, wavy dark blonde hair (that’s quite soft!), almond shaped brown eyes with shadows underneath that I can never seem to get rid of, thick thighs, pale skin, and moles scattered all over my body. I do not wear makeup and the most I will put on if I feel like it is some mascara. I typically clothing shop in the men’s section and tend to wear comfy, casual stuff like jeans/sweatpants and flannels/hoodies.

Personality: the first word most people use to describe me is quiet. I’ve been told that I’m sweet, funny, easygoing, loyal, idealistic, loving, and warm. I’m quite laidback and it takes a lot to rile me, but I am passionate about certain things. I do suffer from depression and social anxiety, though I do try to hide present symptoms to avoid worrying those close to me.

I love having time to myself to read a good book, research things that interest me (mainly history related), play video games with a good story or pretty art, or catch up on sleep. I do enjoy a good beer as well. I also love learning about history and law. I recently graduated with a degree in English and creative writing, and a minor in archaeology! If I like someone, romantic or not, my giving love language is acts of service, which manifests in cooking/baking meals and treats. My receiving love language is physical touch (I am extremely touch starved and love hugs/massages/having my hair played with)

I heavily dislike people being pushy (I work in customer service🙃), loud noises, guns, bigotry, hypocrisy, and ignorance. I do have a bit of androphobia (fear of men), so even though I will strike up friendships with some, I despise being touched by men.

Were I to be a character in Genshin with a Vision, I’d like to be a Hydro swordswoman from Fontaine😊

Hi Emily! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I decided to give you a romantic and platonic matchup. I hope you like your matchups!

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

You and Jean are a good match for each other. You're quite different but you balance each other out well, striking a good mix of easygoingness and organisation.

Loves it when you make lunch or snacks for her to have at work. She enjoys your cooking and it's something she can look forward to when she's having a particularly tough day.

Jean's reasonably good with physical touch as well. She's not overly into PDA but behind closed doors she's happy to give you as much affection as you want, whether that's hand holding, hugs, head pats, or anything else.

There's nothing quite like a relaxing drink at the Angel's Share after a long day of work. I see Jean as someone who enjoys a good beer as well so when you go out together, you can take turns shouting the other their drink.

She does have her moment where she can be pushy but that's more a side effect of her position in the Knights of Favonius. She always doe she best to leave that role at work and just be Jean when she's with you.

In Genshin Impact, I platonically match you with...

I know you mentioned disliking men but I felt like Alhaitham would be a good platonic matchup for you. He's pretty quiet and okay with his own company so he's more than willing to spend as much or as little time with you as you want.

He does enjoy reading with you though. Usually he likes solitude while reading but if you're a quiet reader, he's happy to sit near you while you enjoy your own books.

I think he would like talking about what you've been reading as well. Swapping and comparing books is a good way to pass the time and gain an understanding of books you haven't got around to reading as well.

Alhaitham doesn't strike me as some who's a huge foodie but he does enjoy your cooking if you share it with him. He thinks you're quite skilled at combining flavours into something both you and he will enjoy.

He's quite observant so I think he would see through you and notice your anxiety and depression soon after meeting you. He'll do his best to subtly check in on you and make sure you're doing okay.

[wizardfrog69]

Decay of the Angel

Part ii

Key

♡ = headcanon

☆ = oneshot

♤ = more then one chapter

Genres

♱ = angst

❀ = fluff

✉ = suggestive/sfw

☾ = nsfw

˙ᵕ˙ = platonic

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Fyodor Dostoevsky

Comforting you after/during a sensory overload ♡❀

Crocheting/knitting hobby ♡❀

What being in a relationship with him feels like ♡❀

Hand kink ♡☾

Halloween costumes ♡❀

Happy Halloween ♡❀

No nut November ♡❀

Christmas gifts ♡❀

Name ☆♱

Did you have a nice dream? ☆☾

I want everyone to know you're mine ☆✉

I hate you because I love you ☆❀

I don't know what title to give this so here is a random song, hope you enjoy the song which is in no way relevant to the thing I'm about to write ♡❀☾

Your brother wants to kill me ♤i❀

Overprotective ♤ii❀

To be in love with another man ☆♱

To die in your arms is like to die in heaven ☆♱

An unhealthy obsession ☆♱

Sick s/o ♡❀

S/o with pmdd ♡❀

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Nikolai Gogol

Comforting you after/during a sensory overload ♡❀

Crocheting/knitting hobby ♡❀

What being in a relationship with him feels like ♡❀

Hand kink ♡☾

Halloween costumes ♡❀

Happy Halloween ♡❀

No nut November ♡❀

Christmas gifts ♡❀

Autistic reader headcannons ♡❀

Did you have a nice dream? ☆☾

An origami dove ♡❀

Nikolai Babysitter ♡❀

reader with a personality of scar from lion king ♡❀

Sick s/o ♡❀

S/o with pmdd ♡❀

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Sigma

What he would cheat of you with ♡❀

Comforting you after/during a sensory overload ♡❀

Crocheting/knitting hobby ♡❀

Hand kink ♡☾

Halloween costumes ♡❀

Happy Halloween ♡❀

Christmas gifts ♡❀

Asexual reader ♡❀

Hobbies ♡❀

Falling in love with a coworker ☆❀

Celebrating Sigma's birthday ☆❀

Reader is touch starved ♡❀

Teach me to dance ♤i.i❀

Masquerade ♤i.ii❀

Reader who is shy and loves physical affection ♡❀

Nsfw headcannons ♡☾

Reader with pear shaped body (sfw+nsfw) ♡❀☾

What to choose ♤ii.i♱

The right choice is always wrong ♤ii.ii♱

False choice ♤ii.ii♱

I love you and your body (sfw+nsfw) ♡❀☾

Poker ☆❀

To be deadly ♡❀

Non-binary reader who had top surgery ☆❀

Fuck me ♡☾

Did you have a nice dream? ☆☾

Will you marry me? ☆❀

Please don't leave me ☆♱

I want to see you with my child inside of you ☆☾

Amnesia ☆❀

Peg sigma 2023 ☆☾

Would you still love me if I were a worm ☆❀

A little brat ☆☾

I want everyone to know you're mine ☆✉

Ghost ☆❀

I love your smile ☆❀

Ignore him ☆❀

What do I get when I win? ☆☾

I guess I have to give you your prize ☆☾

Artist ♡❀

Heights ☆❀

Balcony picnic ☆❀

To be in love with another man ♤iii.i♱

Alternative ending ♤iii.ii❀

Hey! Its you ☆❀

Rejection ☆♱

Stripper ☆❀˙ᵕ˙

From jealous to insecure ♡❀

Take a hint ☆❀

It's okay ☆❀

First time ♡❀

Calling him sir/manager in bed ♡✉

reader with a personality of scar from lion king ♡❀

Friends ♡❀

Sign language ♡❀

From an abusive home ☆❀

Cock warming ☆✉

Sick s/o ♡❀

Husband Sigma ♡❀

Pregnancy ☆❀

S/o with pmdd ♡❀

I'm scared ☆❀

I'll look away ☆❀

Protecting you ☆❀

[chvoswxtch]

congratulations on 3k 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 one ticket for lover please.

so im a very naturally affectionate person. if i like you (platonically or romantically) i always wanna be touching you in some way (usually holding hands. im a sucker for hand holding) or linking arms when we walk. i’m kinda like a koala always clinging to someone even more so when i’m uncomfortable or sad. saying all that, it’s been pretty lonely for me lately. haven’t had much time or energy to go out and do shit with people but your fics bring me a lot of comfort so thank youu!!!! you deserve all the love in the world <3 <3 <3

(the gif is actually me btw)

hello my angel! thank you so much!!!

that gif is precious, pls. okay so, I have essentially made up my mind that matty's love language is physical touch (for obvious reasons) so I think having a partner is a naturally affectionate person would be perfect for him. also the poor man has been touch starved essentially his whole life so I could see him getting caught off guard by the affection at first, but finding himself craving it when you aren't around, and then it's just second nature for him to reach for your hand or come sit next to you or find anyway to be as physically close to you as possible

it sounds like you both need the comfort so I think y'all would be perfect together <3

[wormies-drabbles]

Heyyyyy

MATCHUPS

Preferred Nickname + Pronouns - Kris, He/They (No preference)

I’m pansexual soooo I have no preference for gender ^^

No monster preference

Love languages - Acts of Service and/or Physical Touch (giving), honestly anything (receiving)

Some things about me :D - I’m touch/affection starved, I’m a bit loud when I’m comfortable, my interests rotate a lot and I can rant for hours about stuff I currently like… uhhhh I tend to like doing things that others want to do and I struggle with loud noises. Oh and also a really good platonic bond because theres nothing better than friends to lovers relationships .

Likes in someone - I like someone who wouldn’t mind me being snuggly and clingy but would tell me when I cross a boundary. I also like someone who I can easily share interests in and who won’t put me down for things I enjoy.

Dislikes in someone - I don’t really like when someone would always hover over my shoulder. I also absolutely despise being treated like I’m some sweet innocent angel… it just annoying to me-

Poly? - I’m totally fine with polyamorous relationships! As long as everyone agrees with stuff than it’s fine with me.

I understand if this isn’t exactly what you’re looking for but ohhh well. I can always try again?

Hiiiiiii. I'm pretty sure I got the perfect match up for youuuu.

Your perfect matchup would be my chubby werewolf himself, Vilks!!! There's nothing he loves more than snuggling on the couch with his beloved as a movie drones on in the background. He's pretty touch-starved himself so he has no problem with a clingy partner. And if you ever want about something you like, well this boi is all ears. He absolutely loves it when his partner is passionate about something, be it a new hobby or a game they really like. He'll happily listen to you as long as you keep talking, and he'll even engage in the conversation by asking questions about what you're talking about if he's unfamiliar with it

Being pansexual himself, the most important thing in a relationship is if he has a close bond with them. Though he sometimes thinks he might be demiromantic, because without that bond, he can't form any romantic feelings for someone without a bond. The worst thing about Vilks is he can be very protective at times, but it's never to the point where he's overprotective. He tries not to hover, because he doesn't like crossing boundaries.

[pinkseas]

[parasocial bestie] squishing ur cheeks so hard (gently) right now youre so cute UR PARTNERS VERY SWEET AND I GET YOU THO like personally,...

to me i have a mixed feeling with kisses cus of family complications and other social stuff etc etc that twists a lil of my view to physical affections in general, but it doesnt stop me into understanding it in fictional creations and to myself as someone who's not interested in romantic associations. so i think!! platonic and familial is what rlly matters 2 me when presenting these things.

i hope u know how much it makes me Not Sane for zhongli being softly indulgent to xiao especially on his most vulnerable moment (bc by god does he need that extensive care and love despite the spiralling), but not too mushy and direct (going segway a bit that while i hold parental zhongli Very Dearly i do not dig the idea he does it to the extent of inf*ntilizing xiao, hes still a [young] adult but just very confused how to be one, so the treatment IS still specific) but patient and gentle. and when the adeptus isnt awake in such situations, the former archon would plant a light kiss on his forehead too (doing when xiao is awake would be a whole other thought spiral and confusion to the poor guy). very rare moment, but very valuable.

a lot more rare when its on lumine getting her unspoken concern and care to him in an affectionate way that's not just holding his hand for reassurance or light but solid hold on his shoulder to keep his whirling internal conflict grounded. i could literally count on one hand (TWO FINGERS INCLUDING THE ANGEL KISS) that she ever kissed xiao at all before she left.

so it just,... matters to me a lot of xiao's relationships to others with the emphasis of his unwilling repulsion to affection, cus on both reasons he doesnt think hes worth one and that he doesnt know how it will work for him yknow [[explodes

NO BC i dont think ive seen full on infantilization of xiao (Yet.) but the thought of it just now esp w/ zhongli flooded dread through every ounce of my being dear Lord. no yeah he is very much still a young adult and zhongli Gets It zhongli knows whats up <333 AND THE LITTLE FOREHEAD KISS WHILE XIAO IS ASLEEP............ EXPLODES AND DIES INSTANTLY

the shoulder hold to help keep him grounded mgmfgnfmngmnfgmnfmng dies. dies. dies. dies. DOESNT THINK HES WORTH IT AND DOESNT KNOW HOW ILL WORK FOR HIM that's so real of him tbh like i Get It king me too <- said as if i dont put him in so many situations with So Much affection because i cant get the idea of him w/ the traveler specifically being very casually physically affectionate out of my head after seeing the way he holds onto them during that One cutscene. um. anyways ^_^

what if we both exploded what if we just held hands and then exploded that'd be pretty awesome i think. my cat is here as i write this she can explode too i think she'd appreciate the experience. staring directly at her as i type this Patches What Are Your Thoughts On Xiao Genshin Impact. Be Honest.

i need to get my ass in gear and write more on god like. him being casually affectionate gets me so bad but him being touch repulsed or touch starved or both or him only really accepting physical contact of anytime in combat because thats just how it works or him feeling as though he doesnt deserve the affection or smth i actually have partially written with him enjoying/accepting it from lumine but having no idea how to reciprocate in the slightest or or or or. i need to write All Of It i need to explore All Of It or else i will explode

[fandom-space-princess]

Every Day's Most Quiet Need

midam week prompt 5: whisper - (v) speak very softly using one's breath without one's vocal cords, especially for the sake of privacy/(n) a soft or confidential tone of voice; a whispered word or phrase

Rating: Teen [2.5k words, a tiny bit h/c, mostly just sort of sweet]

Some things can't be spoken aloud. The only way to get them out is to say them as softly as you can.

read below the cut, or on AO3

When Adam thinks of whispers, he thinks of Michael's wings.

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"Michael? Why are you shivering?"

Maybe a silly question. The Cage is cold. An understatement, of course, but trying to hyperbolize about it has never taken the sting out. No matter how Adam tries to wrap it up in description, thinking of it as frozen as the Arctic tundra or the original ice cube or goddamn Minneapolis in February is never enough to distract from bitter reality.

So: the Cage is cold.

Shouldn't matter, though, and usually it doesn't. Michael is an inferno inside his chest, and he runs hot even by angelic standards (at least, according to him; not that Adam has any basis for comparison). Adam barely registers the frigidity of the place, and as far as he knows the cold bothers Michael not at all, either from his vantage in Adam's head or, as he's taken to doing more and more lately, manifesting as a separate presence.

Not that he's really asked. They've been down here for close to two hundred years, and it's only the last fifty or so that the rapport between them has been something resembling friendly.

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." Michael curls himself up smaller near the wall of the Cage, knees clasped to his chest, and slips into what Adam has privately begun to refer to as his Stoic Angel Face. The juxtaposition strikes him as odd: this intense, commanding creature, tucked into the corner like a human child, tight with tension, but wearing an expression that would seem more at home on a commander of armies, or carved into a mountainside.

Adam has been looking at Michael for two centuries, though. He's getting good at spotting the cracks in his masks.

He settles himself down next to Michael, a bare few inches separating them. "Ok. Say I believe you. You're still pretty clearly uncomfortable right now. Can I... is there anything I can do to help?" He rests a hand cautiously on Michael's arm, watching his face closely. Doesn't miss the flicker of Michael's eyes to where they touch, then away again, tight and guilty like he doesn't want Adam to see.

He leans into it, though, and Adam shifts to press into his side, shoulder to shoulder.

This close, he can feel the fine shivers still running through Michael's frame. Can make out the shallowness of his breathing.

"Michael. Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't usually hang around out here when you want to be left alone. So what's up?"

Michael sighs. "As you say, I am merely uncomfortable. I — the last time we fought —" He nods across the Cage, at the far shadowy corner where Lucifer broods in solitude, "— I sustained a few... minor injuries. Injuries I am incapable of healing except by waiting for my grace to recover. In much the same way as your body would heal naturally."

Adam blinks. He doesn't know what he'd expected, but that — that wasn't it. Lucifer and Michael often scrap with each other. When they first arrived, it had been out of genuine fury. But as they have settled into a more permanent resignation to life in this place, Adam has come to suspect that their ongoing fighting is mostly out of habit, and frustration.

At least now they do it in their own forms. Being conscripted into participation on a physical level, especially when Sam had still been present, had not been among Adam's favorite activities.

He casts his gaze over Michael, critically. "You don't look injured anywhere that I can see. Is it — it's an angel thing, isn't it."

"Yes." Michael fidgets against the wall. "You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

Another bitter sigh. With a face like he regrets ever consenting to participate in this conversation at all, Michael mutters, "My wings hurt."

"Your... oh." He understands, suddenly, why Michael is reluctant to talk about this. While there is no longer any aspect of each other that either of them is uncomfortable with, at least on a physical level (Adam's body has been home to both archangelic grace and human soul for an order of magnitude longer than he had ever occupied it alone), Michael's wings aren't entirely physical, even by his particularly lax definition of the term. They're tied up too closely with his grace, with his power, with his place in Heaven and the burdens that come with it. Adam has seen them, time to time, out of the corner of his eye. Knows that Michael can and does manifest them when he's coping with some severe emotion.

Usually violence. Or fear.

He fidgets again, and shivers, and the emotionless mask he tries to keep in place is betrayed by the tightness around his eyes. Adam realizes that he's never seen Michael look quite so shaky, quite so miserable. How much pain does it take, he wonders, to make the Sword of Heaven look like he wants nothing more than to sink into merciful unconsciousness?

Which is a good point, actually.

"I know you've gotten in fights before, bad ones. I've never seen you like this." He nudges Michael gently with his shoulder. "What's so different now? Is it that we're stuck here, something about the Cage?"

"No, it's... well. To be blunt: I have never injured part of my noncorporeal form this badly while also possessing a corporeal one." His voice has dropped to a low murmur, and Adam tilts his head closer. He's curled in on himself, as though making himself as small as he can. "If I were to leave you, I could tend to the problem much more quickly. Given our circumstances, that would likely be unpleasant for me, and fatal for you." His eyes dart to Adam, then away again.

Oh.

"You'd rather be in pain then risk hurting me?" Adam asks softly.

A scowl is all the acknowledgement he gets for his trouble, before Michael returns to staring fixedly off into the middle distance.

"I care about you too, you know," he says. He rests a hand on the archangel's arm again, in reassurance. Once again, he leans into the contact, a response which seems almost involuntary.

Interesting.

Testing a theory, Adam leans back against the wall of the Cage. Slowly, allowing Michael time to object if desired, he stretches an arm out and settles it lightly over his shoulders. Michael goes utterly still, and Adam wonders if he's made a mistake. He's about to draw back, offer an apology, when some measure of the tension leaves Michael's frame and he relaxes fractionally against Adam.

"You'd tell me if there was anything I could do to help, right? I want to know, if there is."

"I don't want to presume upon you further than I already have. Given time, I'll be fine."

"So there is something. Come on, halo, out with it. Let me help."

Michael frowns, then shivers again, appears to reach a decision.

"Fine." He uncoils himself from Adam's embrace, and moves to kneel a few feet away. Pointedly meets Adam's gaze, and holds it, as if in challenge.

A crackle like embers from a fire along his skin, raising goosebumps over his arms, and a soft displacement of air. And then —

— he's seen them before, of course, but never dead on like this. Michael's wings are gigantic, and beautiful: the soft grey of storm clouds, fading to a darker slate blue at the tips of the largest feathers. Threads of silver and steel grey etch through them, and they refract the dim light oddly, half-translucent, as though they only partially exist in this plane. Which, now that Adam thinks about it, they probably do.

They're also a mess. From where he sits, Adam can see patches of broken and scorched feathers, clumps of dried blood and sulfur, places where the flesh has started to heal badly. A pang of sympathy, like a lightning bolt through his chest, and he's extending one hand out toward Michael on impulse before he realizes what he's doing.

"You can't reach them, can you? While you're possessing me? That's what you meant."

Michael's eyes track his hand, the aborted gesture hanging in midair. His face and posture have gone closed-off, rigid, like Adam might change his mind at the last moment and strike him instead. "The metaphor is imperfect, but that's essentially accurate. In Heaven, I could tend my own form. Here, my options are... limited."

Adam slides closer, until he sits at his side, facing him. Watching Michael for any sign of distress or hesitation, he extends his hand until the tips of his fingers brush a patch of uninjured feathers over his shoulder. They're softer than they look, and they buzz faintly under his touch, a barely perceptible hum of bioelectric feedback.

Jaw clenched, Michael looks away. Nods once. Presses the wing forward against Adam's hand.

"I'm going to clean the injured parts as much as I can, ok?" Adam says gently, trying to catch Michael's gaze. When that fails, he reaches out to clasp a hand to his shoulder, squeezes once. "Let me know if I should stop."

He grazes his fingertips over one of the burned patches, and Michael hisses, flinching away.

"No," he responds immediately as Adam draws back by reflex. He catches Adam's hand in one of his own, lightning quick, and shakes his head. Deliberately presses the hand back against the scorched feathers. A wince, but his eyes lock on Adam's. "You won't hurt me." His voice falls to nearly a whisper, and his hand drops away. "Please."

This time, when Adam touches him, he is still.

The damage is extensive, and Michael's wings are... well, there's a lot of ground to cover. Adam suspects that he's not getting the whole picture, somehow; that what he sees are only the parts of himself that Michael has chosen (or, perhaps, is able) to bring forward into this plane. That there might, in truth, be more injuries over more of him — and in more dimensions — than Adam's mind is capable of perceiving.

He hums as he works, fingers combing careful through clumps of feathers. Straightening those healthy enough to be salvaged, pulling away bits of dried blood and occasionally tugging free those feathers too bent or broken to be saved. Michael makes a low, pained sound deep in his chest at the first one, and Adam presses his hands back to the space immediately, soothing.

To get his mind off it, Adam speaks. "So, what, you'd do this yourself in Heaven? Or the — I dunno, whatever the metaphysical equivalent of grooming your wings is for angels?"

Michael leans into him, hip pressed to thigh and shoulder against his arm. "Yes. They'd heal more quickly if I was, as you say, able to 'reach' them. But much of my grace is currently constrained within your form. The ways in which I can manifest and manipulate it are comparatively limited."

"But you'd always do that for yourself? Not that a ton of the angels I've met seemed too friendly —" He snorts, thinking of Zachariah. "I wouldn't blame you if you were picky about who you let get that close. But you must have had someone."

For a moment, Michael goes tense against him, and his face clouds. Then it passes, as though it had never been. "No," he says, clearly unwilling to elaborate.

Adam doesn't press the issue. He leans back on his heels, then stands, stretches. "You doing ok? I should do the back." Michael nods up at him, from his place on the floor, and Adam circles behind him. Taps him on the shoulder. "Stop kneeling there and sit down." His voice is light, teasing. "I'm going to need all the height advantage I can get on your ridiculous, massive wings."

It startles a chuckle out of Michael, and Adam grins to himself. Michael settles near his feet, and Adam resumes carding through the wings. He starts at the tips and works inward, down along the leading edge, gradually moving back toward Michael's body.

When he's close enough, Michael relaxes back against his legs. Almost like he doesn't realize he's doing it, Adam thinks. He doesn't mention it, and when he moves away to start on the outer edge of the other wing, the quality of the silence between them is different than before. The pain seems to be fading, and Michael no longer shivers, but some less definite emotion is rooting in its place, something quieter and almost sorrowful.

When Adam kneels behind him to reach the places closest to Michael's body, he can feel the difference. It's in the way the wings press eagerly into his hands, rather than shying away. In the way the angel tilts back into him, posture more relaxed than Adam has seen him — maybe ever.

Adam encourages him, pressing his weight in turn against Michael's back. As levelly and casually as he can, he says, "What about the others? I was under the impression that you guys were, well, close. A family. For whatever that means for you."

"Heaven is not —" Michael tenses, but Adam just leans more firmly against him, fingers moving soothingly over his wings, and after a moment he relents. His words sound fragile, hollow, and his voice is almost too quiet to hear. As though speaking this too loudly would be too much, would mean acknowledging something he was unwilling or unable to acknowledge. "We aren't like humans; we don't interact like you do. We don't — we don't touch each other. Except to fight." He glances furtively across the Cage. In that moment, Adam sees a glimpse of his deeper nature, the weight of an impossible stretch of time on this being as old as the universe. "Once, perhaps. But not for a very long time."

Adam says nothing. Nothing needs to be said.

He sits against the wall of the Cage, spreads his legs out, and tugs at Michael's waist. Michael's wings vanish, and he turns his head to speak, but Adam cuts him off.

"Don't argue with me, ok? Just come over here."

Michael lets himself be pulled along, until he rests between Adam's legs. He leans back against his chest, and fidgets for a few moments. Then Adam curls his arms around his waist, and he settles.

"You deserve to be touched in something other than violence," he murmurs, chin hooked over Michael's shoulder. He runs hands down his arms, until their fingers twine together, pressing close to Michael's body. "Don't give me that 'not like humans' line. Just stay here with me for a few minutes."

He has no power to hold Michael here against his will, he knows. He could vanish, fly off, simply stand up and walk away — he is far stronger than Adam will ever be.

But Adam holds him, the only comfort he has to offer.

And Michael, a silent weight against his chest, doesn't move away.

[willowwhispersspeakeasy]

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autistic! mc w/ demon bros

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mc age regresses w/ all love interests

mc’s mood swings vs big bros

mc unmasking w/ Solomon

chronicly ill mc w/ Mammon

mc with eczema w/ Asmo

affection reactions

physically affectionate mc w/ demon bros

mc’s platonic kisses vs demon bros

mc’s goodnight kisses vs demon bros

mc’s cheek squishes vs demon bros

“zing” soulmate au w/ demon bros

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touching their wings or tail w/ big brothers *

demanding mc w/ all love interests

steeling demon bro’s candy w/ a kiss

sentimental mc w/ demon bros | pt 2 w/ little bros

mc who loves aegyo w/ demon bros *

mc’s burial request w/ big bros + Dia

little brothers w/ touch starved mc

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mc’s tongue piercing vs demon bros [18+]

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bimbo mc (headcannons) 

shenanigans reactions

turned into catboys w/ demon bros [18+]*

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mc turning 18 in the devildom w/ all love interests

mc vs devildom spiders w/ demon bros

love interests vs mc’s “weird” kinks [18+]

mc using their pact to make them *nut* w/ demon bros [18+]

mc sings Gods A Freak w/ Lucifer, Asmo, Belphie

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mc scared of intoxicated people w/ demon bros

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best friends don't do that | Leviathan x mc (angst)

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bad dreams | Leviathan x fem! mc (smut) [18+]

making cosplays w/ Levi (fluff)

Satan :

ghost hunting w/ Satan (broken down theater + horror + fluff)*

Asmodeus : 

none requested

Beelzebub :

finger sucking w/ Beel (seasonal carnival + nsfw) [18+]

monster loving w/ Beel (haunted mansion + fluff) 

Belphagor :

yandere! Belphie (abandoned cabin + horror)

Diavolo :

cockwarming w/ softdom! Dia (abandoned cabin + nsfw) [18+]

Barbatos :

monster fucking w/ Barb (highrise penthouse + nsfw) [18+]

eldritch horror! Barb au (haunted mansion + nsfw + au) [18+]

powerplay w/ switch! Barb (broken down theater + nsfw) [18+]

memories with Barbatos

Solomon :

horny softdom! Solomon (seasonal carnival + nsfw + fluff) [18+]

unrequited love (haunted mansion + hurt/comfort + fluff) 

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Simeon’s fall | no pairing (angst)*

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occult coven w/ Simeon (underground speakeasy) 

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Masterlist - last edited on Feb. 27. 2023

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💣 = angst

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🔞 = smut

❤ = romantic

🤝 = platonic

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🎬 = action

🍷 = drinking/substance use

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Fanfics

Good Omens

Touch Starved (Aziraphale/Reader/Crowley)☁️🧸💣☂️ Summary: You were never big on physical affection. You learned at a very young age that it wasn’t safe. But after a particularly rough week, you find yourself craving someone’s touch. You go to your good friends, Aziraphale and Crowley, but you don’t know how to breach the subject. Luckily, your angel and demon know you well enough to know that something is wrong, and eventually, they coax it out of you. Fluffy cuddles ensue.

Looks Good On You (Crowley/Reader)☁️💋❤☂️ Summary: Crowley finds you wearing his shirt and he just can’t help himself. Love confessions ensue.

Ugh! (Aziraphale/Crowley/Reader) ☁️🧸🍷☂️ Summary: Life has been really difficult lately. Everything seems too overwhelming and you don’t know how much more you can take. Lucky for you, Aziraphale and Crowley know just the right way to help you relax. 

Good Omens: Let’s Get Spooky! (Halloween/Autumn Headcanons)☁️☂️ Summary: Just some headcanons about doing fall activities with the gang (corn maze, apple picking, pumpkin carving/decorating, haunted house, and scary movies)

Doctor Who

Engagement (Eleventh Doctor/Reader/River Song)☁️💣❤☂️ Summary: The Doctor takes you and River to an alien planet that’s in the middle of a festival. When a handsome prince offers you a glittering rose, you accept, unknowingly agreeing to a marriage with him. When you try to back out, the prince threatens to kill the Doctor and River if you don’t comply. Seeing no other choice, you agree. Will you get out of this? Or will you be stuck on an alien planet married to a stranger?

You’re The Mystery I Need To Solve (Eleventh Doctor/Reader/Tenth Doctor) 🎭💣😋❤☂️ Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight (Status: Complete) Summary: You’ve had several dreams about a madman with a box and when you finally meet him in real life, you realize that something is very wrong. For some reason, the TARDIS doesn’t react well around you. In fact, it seems to completely stop working and turns into a regular police box. The Doctor is terrified yet fascinated, and completely determined to solve this mystery.

What’s Left Behind (River Song/Reader) 🧸💣❤🍷☂️ Summary: You have a dissociative episode and River confesses her feelings for you

Every Part Of Me (River Song/Fem!Reader)☁️🎭🧸💣♀️ Summary: You have DID and while out with River, you switch a few times. 

Marvel

Soothing Touch (Platonic!Avengers/Reader, implied Loki/Reader)☁️🧸🤝☂️ Summary: Whenever one of the Avengers is feeling down or in need of affection, they come to you for comfort. Everyone agrees that you have the most soothing touch. You will stroke their hair and sing/hum for them and it always helps them to relax. It has become a regular occurrence in the building, and sometimes, they will even fight over who gets to cuddle with you first. Loki is also quietly in love with you, but never acts on his feelings. 

Worship (Sub!Loki/Fem!Reader)☁️🔞❤♀️ Summary: You give Loki what he wants. Pure smut. If you’re looking for plot, go elsewhere because this is just fucking. 

Breaking Point (Avengers/Reader)☁️🧸💣🤝☂️Summary: You have been overwhelmed with emotions, always taking on your teammates burdens. You finally snap and the team comforts you. 

Under the Tension of Hate (Sub!Loki/Fem!Reader)🎭💣💋🔞♀️Summary: You have a sex dream about the one person you hate the most, creating confusion and uncertainty in your heart. 

The Arcana

Breathtaking (Asra/Fem!ReaderSmut)☁️🔞❤♀️ Summary: Lazy mornings with Asra lead to praise kink sex

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Touch Starved

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What’s Left Behind

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Good Omens: Let’s Get Spooky!

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[sommerfelds]

FOR ALL THREE SOMMERFELDS: HOW DO THEY SHOW LOVE??

          libby, you are an angel and i love this ask because i have SO many thoughts about this for all three kids.

          ezra :         will make you gifts by hand.   he’s never quite sure if he’s good at the whole love thing, on any front, but he sure does try really hard.  ezra’s a very  hands-on  sort of person with about a million hobbies and his birthday / hanukkah / everyday gifts for everyone tend to be gorgeous handmade items of various sizes and types.  he crochets.  he makes soap.  he makes jams and pickles things.  he builds bikes.  he rebuilt a classic car as a wedding gift for his brother and his husband.  he knows it’s kind of an odd way to express his affection, but it’s  his  way and he just can’t seem to not do it.  so if you care about him and he gives you a candle he made, or a scarf, or some preserves  ...  validate him, because he’s trying really hard.

                                 will listen to you.   ezra’s typically not much of a talker  -  although there are exceptions  -  but he will listen for hours, if you need it.  just listen.  he doesn’t always know what to say and he’s  very  bad at solving social / personal problems  ( so he thinks )  but he can lend an ear and often does with people he cares about, even if he has no real advice to give.  however, if he  does  ...

                                 will try to fix things.   that’s where the third bit comes in.  ezra often feels his greatest use is simply in his utility  -  so he has a tendency to try to fix things.  any problem he feels he can tackle for somebody, he will.  like i said, in terms of social / personal problems, he often doesn’t know what to do, but if you bring to him an issue to talk over that he feels he can help solve, he  will  try to do so, and thus sometimes has to be asked very softly to just listen and let someone work through something.  on the flip side, if you tell him that your car has been making a weird noise or that there’s something up with your garbage disposal or the chain on your bike is acting weird, he’ll show up at your place to fix it without being asked  ...  which we have to admit is pretty great.

                                  will defer to what the people he loves wants.   ezra isn’t really very good at standing up for himself to start with, but when he loves someone very much  -  romantically, platonically, or in a familial way  -  he will basically go with the flow of whatever that person wants.  this is, of course, a double-edged sword, because while it can be very sweet with the right person, it’s very NOT sweet when he’s with the  wrong  person and they steamroll him without trying to figure out what it is  he  wants  -  which is, of course, partially because he  does  need to get better about voicing his own desires and needs.

          simeon :     small meaningful gestures / quality time.   this is a love language he learned from his mother.  while sim isn’t always very good when it comes to voicing his affection,  particularly  in romantic situations, he instead does little things to subtly prove he cares.  he remembers your favorite dessert.  he cooks your favorite meal for you, even if he’s never tried that dish before.  he spirits you away for spa weekends when you’re stressed out.  if he knows you’re uncomfortable with asking for / receiving things, he’ll pretend like you’re doing HIM a favor by coming over to his place and having a relaxing movie night where you paint each other’s nails or snuggle up under a blanket on his comfy couch and watch movies or sit under the stars on his patio.  despite appearances, he REMEMBERS little things about the people he cares about and uses that information to do little things to remind them that he loves them.

                                  physical touch.   simeon isn’t very touchy  -  until he is.  there are only a small handful of people he’s physically affectionate with, but with that handful of people, he is  incredibly  affectionate.  when he’s with his husband or his best friend or his mother, or one of the very few other people he trusts, he will not stop holding their hand or brushing a hand through their hair or kissing their temple.  physical touch with someone he trusts makes him feel grounded, just as physical touch with someone he  doesn’t  trust absolutely repulses him.  to tell the truth, it’s really quite cute to watch  ...  most of the time.

                                  words of affirmation.   this one can be hard to pick out, with him, because there is a difference between his sincere compliments and the ones he gives people for show.  those who know him well can tell the difference in his tone and the way his eyes light up and get warm.  he knows how to use compliments to ingratiate himself with people when he needs to   (  he plays the entertainment world like a fiddle that way  )   but the way he speaks affectionately to those who matter to him is far different.  he’s always telling his closest friends how beautiful and cherished and loved they are, one way or another.  if you got a new outfit?  a new lipstick?  changed up your hairstyle?  found a new moisturizer?  simeon notices and comments ;  he wants to make the people he cares about feel good about themselves, always.  he also pays attention to the things that they might need to hear to validate them, and tries to do so as often as he can, when he gets to a certain place with someone.

                                  reading your love language.   sim is fairly adaptable in this regard, believe it or not, and once he’s close enough to someone, he will make sure he learns  their  love language and try to speak to it  -  even if he isn’t always the best at it.  of course, this requires that he becomes  very  close to someone and trusts them  very  much  -  but despite appearances and despite how guarded he can often be about his heart, he is fundamentally an incredibly soft man who, by nature,   wants   to give back, especially when he feels safe and cared for.

       shoshana :     lets you into her space.   shoshana is a fairly closed off person in general, which is no secret.  she likes to cultivate and maintain her space as her own, which is why she would always have trouble with the concept of living with someone.  a good indication of sho starting to open up is her being more and more willing to allow someone into her private spaces, such as allowing lovers to sleep over and stay at her apartment for significant periods of time, allowing them to leave a jacket or sweatshirt at her place  -  god forbid a  toothbrush !  if it becomes actively obvious that somebody is staying over at her apartment with some frequency, it means she’s beginning to grow feelings, and with that comes a growing space in her life that may seem small and quiet but is actually very significant.  this also applies to shoshana inviting someone to events, especially those at which family will be present, or ANYTHING having to do with her work ;  both of those things are actually deeply important to her.

                                  small touches in public and private.   she isn’t terribly affectionate, typically ;  not with her family or friends or anyone else.  but while she’ll never be an overly affectionate person, it’s a pretty clear indication that she’s growing some serious feelings for someone if she’s seeking small touches here and there.  if she takes your hand, if she leans her head up against your shoulder, if she links her arm in yours or brushes your hair behind your ear  ...  these are all things that seem very small, but shoshana ABSOLUTELY does not like to touch or be touched unless she feels very close to somebody  -  something that goes not only for other people, but sometimes for her own family as well.  if she is seeking physical contact with someone outside of sex, that is incredibly meaningful, even though it may not be obvious.

                                  jokes / laughter.   shoshana is a very serious woman, typically, with a serious job and a serious schedule and a serious demeanor.  her humor, when she has it, tends to be incredibly dry and often difficult for people to understand ;  it often makes others uncomfortable because they can’t tell if she’s joking or not, especially since she doesn’t tend to do much laughing  ...  pretty much ever.  it’s when she’s willing to cut loose a little and PROPERLY laugh, when she’s willing to be a little bit sillier, when she actually  relaxes  a bit, that you know the person eliciting that response is important to her.

                                  ???   at the end of the day, sho tends to be pretty closed off  -  and both she and I are still fairly in the dark about what, exactly, all her love languages are.  she, frankly, hasn’t allowed herself to become close enough to somebody to find out.  unlike her brother, who closed himself off due to the things that happened to him when he was young, but who is nonetheless starved of love and wants it more than anything, shoshana finds she doesn’t really  need  love to find fulfillment  -  so she hasn’t made it a priority and fears that, if she did, it would interfere with her career and the rest of her life.  when she gets to that point with somebody who’s willing to take her as she is with no reservations about her somewhat colder personality, then she might discover something long dormant that will surprise her.

ALWAYS ACCEPTING HEADCANON ASKS !!