A Dreamless Slumber [Bucky Barnes X GN Reader]

A dreamless slumber [Bucky Barnes X GN Reader]

Summary : Bucky is suffering so much and craves for some relief

Warnings : None. Just a bit of fluff, self-hatred, fears, tears, despair and my awful English(sorry)

Words : 11k

A/N : Can we just talk about how Sebastian Stan is handsome, talented and absolutely charming? Because we are never giving half of the justice he deserves. And Happy Birthday to him, by the way. 

Everything was dark. A house. A garden. Some faded roses. An empty swimming pool full of dead leaves, sweeped by the cold wind, and a lonely chair resting here. Yet, it was a sunny day over the house. The pale light was giving a dull aspect of the elegant building which was now decaying slowly, just like nature when autumn was coming.

It was such a grim landscape. Sadness was heavy like a stifling gas in a room. Choking everything. Bucky was getting deeper and deeper into the house which has almost the size of a small but noble mansion. The living room had a white-marbled massive fireplace. Ages ago, it would have been the best place to be when a delicate snowy coat would have covered the ground and the fir trees of the garden. The glints of fire were almost visible and several fake memories of happiness hidden behind a delusional smile and a faceless silhouette embracing Bucky were appearing on front of his eyes . Dreamy, he went almost despaired when he blinked and the image vanished.

It was a happy illusion, contrasting with the gloom hanging in the room. His vision range went blurry, disturbed. Slightly, piece by piece, the living room fragmented, falling apart. Until he reached a full blackness. Bucky was feeling himself heavier while he was waiting for what's going to happen. The black-haired murderer couldn't move. Not even his metal arm. Which was making him a little bit afraid. He knew he was stuck in his brain, far from reality, and unable to have some control over it. It was this kind of lucid dreams he hated so much because it would remind him awful memories of his moves, his actions he preferred either forgotten or atoned. Although, the last option wasn't truly a possibility, considering who he was.

He reminded the scientist with glasses. Then, the other one who slapped him for a report after remembering who was Steve. All the faces and names were merging, echoing through his skull like a headache way more powerful than the usual, mixing memories all more painful than the former one. He was feeling physically the pain when they put his mind in a blender, making him a monster. Electricity coming along his muscles, the stength he used but the inefficiency of all of it while he was held back in his chair. A mental whiplash crushing his memories as if a whole contingent of soldiers armed to the teeth was marching over him, the rhythmic step hammering and crushing his bones. And death. Coldness of the Grim Reaper's scythe going down along his spine and in his veins while he was standing as a tool of the human beings' insanity and ambition.

The light illusion went in front of him as he thought having shut his eyelids. The reassuring flames of an unknown but somehow familiar setting full of gentleness and love on the couch in front of the fireplace mixing with the ghostly stir in Bucky's body was giving him one of the worst and most cruel nightmares he has ever had. A contrasting fire was blossoming in his chest, as if his insides were torn apart by his anger and uneasiness. He wanted to die. He demanded all of this stop definitely while he was almost doomed to live for an atonement when everyone wished he was dead. He would call someone to end up everything right now. He hated himself as much as he could and even more. This burning anger was causing him a headache among other things. Bucky was longing for relief, craving for embrace, affection, love– something which could let him having an opportunity to change. Obviously, he wouldn't get anything. A monster never truly stops to be a monster.

Although, during a little second, only one, in the darkness of his deepest imagination, a whisper went through the thick mist clouding his mind. Bucky found himself gazing towards the place where the soft voice was echoing. He didn't find the location, his thoughts were noisy and the image blurred during a little time. Like the flat surface of a lake disturbed by the silent roars of some dreadful deep-sea creatures. "You have to wake up" was all the calm, cristal-like voice, said as if a fairy was playing with his nerves. Several balls of fire appeared in the darkness of this endless ocean of pain. Tender imaginary moments, warmth of a home, of a friend, of an illusional lover standing in a doorframe with nothing but a smile on the only visible lips. All that formed the shape of a happiness that Bucky wasn't worthy of. The fireflies, so small at first, got bigger and bigger. So much that the black-haired man felt almost overwhelmed by so much warmth. He let his fingertips being slowly tainted by this welcomed light. Some tears escaped from Bucky who sensed his heart getting lighter and lighter as time went on. Along his skin, the welcoming and soothing heat passed through his bones, his muscles and even his metal arm became flesh. As if the soldier nevel fell down from the train.

He was feeling so good. That night terror was so cruel. Bucky craved for all of it and he knew very well he was chained to his own monstrosity. His heart was corrupted by a helpless hope which would never come true. Those repeating thoughts were digging a deeper hallow in the man's heart. He felt the salted bitter taste of his tears on his lips and his tongue.

Suddenly, something changed. Sharp as a blade cutting his skin, cold as water on his skin when diving, freezing air grasped his senses when his eyes widened in the darkness of the room where the black-haired man was sleeping in. He sat up on the mattress, sweating, seeking the truth in the half-dark landscape in front of him. His erratic breath lasted a long time before it finally calmed down. Bucky's ribcage was aching, eager to find air. And finally, the gasps ended. He toughly got back from the unconscious realm of imagination and deepest feelings.

The man was shaking, shuddering. In the end, his limits reached their furthest extremity. The delightful taste of peace broke everything. A sigh later, Bucky grasped the blankets and laid down on the bed, covering himself. Tears were still flowing down along his cheeks while he just watched vaguely at the ceiling.

The sun rised over the Avengers' headquarters. Muscles strangely aching and sore from his night, Bucky didn't feel the mood to get up. Though, he knew better than staying like a lost puppy under his blankets. He had to get up and have some practice in case he had to fight. He put some comfortable clothes. His shirt was leaving little to imagination about his metal arm and the strength the prosthesis possessed. He went straight to the training room. Silent was the master in the buildings. They all were sleeping. Eventually, Steve would join and both men could practice efficiently before breakfast. Around 5am, some might get up.

Although, Bucky wasn't expecting you, of all the people, to be awake so early in the morning. You were giving some punches to the training dummy while some music was echoing through the room. Your rhythm to beat the dummy fitted the beat of the song. You weren't conscious about the man's presence, due to your entire focus on the target of your kicks.

Suddenly, the song changed and you found yourself decreasing your pace against the poor dummy. The silence and low beating added to the singer's tone made you consider the fact that you might not be alone anymore. After a final hit on the punching bag you gazed at the trespasser in front of you.

"Hey" you greeted softly while you were stepping towards the source of music.

You switched off the device.

"Morning" was all Bucky said.

Your eyes were following the man's silhouette.

The situation was awkward. You didn't know what to say. Bucky wasn't really a talkative person but you should come up with something. Anything. Yet, you failed. You had the possibility to start with music but the man was stuck in 40's, you hadn't any knowledge about the tastes of the people from this decades. Or you also could've asked about how he was going. You had no idea on what to do.

"Why do you stare at me like that?" Bucky questioned quite brutally.

"I was wondering why you came here. You are usually not here so early" you improvised quickly.

The man surprised you. His tone was sharp like a blade and even though you didn't know each other pretty well, it doesn't prevent that you remained cordial. He killed Tony's parents after all. He doesn't have any right to speak this way to an Avenger.

"I've had a bad night" Bucky mumbled at a very low volume.

Your gaze softened a little. Yet, you had no idea on what you should say. You know how it felt, and you didn't manage to sleep well last night either. Something troubled you and you had to handle it with your powers. That was so annoying. The identification of your target came too late and someone somewhere must have felt a sudden relaxing during a particularly resonating nightmare. You weren't able to even say who could've receive all these soothing waves of powers you sent via your own imagination. That was all a thing but developing your story background was pointless. You were a threat only leashed by your agreement done with Tony Stark years ago when you corrupt most of the Avengers' mind and almost destroyed them. You found a comfortable nest in the tower, then the compound. Everything fine since this moment. And your favorite sparring partner was undoubtedly Wanda, mostly because of the similarities lying in your powers. After all, it is always easier to get along with the same kind of monstrosity as your own. The sole difference between you was the fact that she accepted herself a bit easier than you. But all this was only detail.

The Winter Soldier embodied by Bucky was now turning towards a punching bag next to your own. He slightly pulled up his arm and put himself on the position of beating the target in front of him. He only made a swift movement. The strength he had set into his arm bursted out the metal chain which was keeping the inanimated training device hanging in the air.

You stared at the poor object lying, completely demolished, next to the impact he created in the wall.

"Poor thing" you commented, feeling sincerely sorry for the bag which never asked for such a punch.

You turned your back to Bucky and carried on the little fight that you had before the man's arrival. You sensed his gaze upon you more than once but couldn't have cared less. You were too busy and deaf thank to the headphones you were now wearing. A little less than a hour later, you left the training room and headed toward your shower. Once it has been done, you went in the kitchen and started to prepare some breakfast. You planned to go outside this day, with Tony's agreement. It was sad but it was also the rule. You remain a monster for most. But this is it. There's nothing to discuss, as displeasing as it sounds.

The faces of your 'roommates' started to appear some short minutes after you went in the kitchen. Clint came to help you. He couldn't prevent himself to make some jokes about how you used your telekinesis as one of the most useful tool ever. Even the deadly, black, scary hands coming from out of nowhere were an amazing help for any sort of tasks. Even though they were quite dread.

Steve, Natasha, Sam, Tony... All of the people came one by one. That was quite funny to see their sleepy faces. You took a very quick breakfast, hardly an apple or whatever, and headed down the compound.

"Why is Y/N such in a hurry?" asked Steve when he noticed your disappearance at lightning speed.

"They got the necessary approval to go outside today. With, of course, being constantly tracked and everything clear about what they do and the places they go." Tony replied with an empty tone, he didn't like these creepy decisions about you.

The latter didn't want you to live in a prison. And yet, this is what he had to do. At this, point, keeping you in a lost hole would have been more legitimate. You weren't causing enough harm to be submitted to the chains of the worst cages ever constructed it seems.

"Natasha will have to keep an eye on them." the genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist completed.

"It sounds that you have to worry a little then. Because there's no more signal." Clint countered when he checked over Natasha's shoulder on the screen the plan of the cities around and your supposed geographical position.

Your powers granted you to cover a vast field when you used them to fly, as Wanda could have done. You had the silhouette of a huge bird, maybe like a condor, or even bigger. Your so-called wings were made of your orange energy, mixed to a 'spell' allowing you to overfly the grim world you existed in. Once you get down on earth, hidden in a dirty alley between uneven and crumbling buildings in the dangerous and somehow most remote places of New York City, you just went here and there. Your main idea was to enjoy life as you would have done if you weren't kept jailed in the compound because of these stupid powers of yours. All of this was delightful. A bitter taste suddenly invaded your mouth and your whole being while you figured out how it would have been without taking your fair part in the Avengers' stuff.

You joined the biggest shopping malls very easily and quickly. And you felt so free here. Surrounded by the noisy streets of NYC that a lot of people judged unsufferable. It was definitely not your opinion. Silence was sometimes even more traumatic and breaking than any scream. And it was a grey day today, matching with the sky's desire to let drop the rain, as a sort of release of pressure. You loved the hues of the clouds today. You didn't care about the rain.

Midday came sadly too soon. Plus, strangely, the tracker you crushed between your fingers even before having left the compound didn't result in a panic coming from Tony who wouldn't know where you were. Not that seeing the powerful and very composed Iron Man completely out of control because of such a small detail wouldn't be funny as hell. You enjoyed your afternoon while listening to a street musician. He was playing saxophone. The gentle and entertaining tone of the instrument made you release some waves of your power, influencing people's minds and unconsciously getting them to dance with more or less talent in the street as if it was the most normal thing ever.

You ended your day by wandering through Central Park accompanied with those grey squirrels way too much friendly for your taste. You didn't want to get back to the Avergers' headquarters. It was too soon. Your day of freedom was already over and you couldn't stand it. That was beyond yourself. Returning in this endless custody was too hard, freedom had such a sweet and addictive taste.

The night started to fell down, slowly. Your time was really over. You found a bench while you were still wandering around Central Park. The Avenue, you didn't know which one and you had no care about this detail, had calmed down. It was more silent, even though cars were still present and their headlights were now shining through the settling darkness. Beautiful black and deep blue clouds, epitomizing the God's anger, were gathering again. More menacing this time. You enjoyed the moment when the glass broke somehow, when a twisted lightning bolt would make the shape of an arc across the New York covered sky. You sheltered yourself under an umbrella of compressed air where the rain slipped through. You liked the song, like some fairies' laugh. So comfortable. You could have cried.

Yet, you found yourself torn from the illusion. It was so beautiful. But the responsible for this wasn't so worthy of scorn. A little ball of fur lingered under your legs, a safe place apparently. A cute little puppy was giving you a sad look while shaking due to the sudden invading coldness. You took the little animal between your hands. You were only able to see him thank to a lamp post pegged next to that very bench. Even with a visible fear, the puppy left you take him against your chest. Whether it was a cat, the little animal would have loudly purred. You could feel the high contentment of the little dog. He was so sweet, so cute and sheltered in an energy bubble, not outside in the tempest and under the danger of flying branch due to strong winds.

You take a lot of time petting the animal. You could tell he was happy, mostly because of his unceasing nuzzle in your arms. You were smiling. Then, you straightened up your posture. Cold and penetratring rain was now dropping. The yellow light of the lamp post lit a circle barely five meters large around you. Your shield was enough, yet you couldn't figure out about the person observing you. It may be Hydra. Or anyone else. Still, something dangerous was moving, protected by shadows. You carried on your petting over the puppy's head. He wasn't even moving an ear, deeply asleep as he was.

You unleashed an orange wave shaped as a circle. The trespasser dodged it. "Fine" you thought. You left the little puppy on the bench, protected under the energy bubble and went under the freezing drizzle.

"Come here if you dare. Coward." you provoked with a dry and careless tone.

Though, whether you would have been that foolish, you wouldn't have come here with no possibility to win. You felt a quick movement behind you. A move in the air which came till you but nothing to make you fear anything. He or she or whatever is the person, they were still swift, nimble and particularly bold to attack you from behind. You used your powers and created some orange arrows. One of them them exploded in the torso of this so-called killer. You let yourself be distracted a second about the assailant's identity. Who would be foolish enough? This time, you didn't feel the punch coming from the side and you manage to dodge it at the very last second. A kick went right after, sending your unbalanced body hit the lamp post several meters away. The ground was dirty and wet due to the rain. You mumbled several insults while you got up yet another blow came to you. Although, you had just the time to create an energy shield, stopping the move. The person you could identify right now as a man carried on to hit you again and again. Nevertheless, you were sheltered, protected. You had the time to form a real spell in your hand and throw it over the aggressor, making him still and controlled.

Air was twirling around you, as freezing as before, as paralysing as chains. A little bit more and you could've found yourself back in Sokovia. Several leaves danced and followed the wind's moves. Some philosophers would have found inspiration in this if some words originated from a foreign language that you recognized as Russian didn't have echoed there. The man you were holding with your energy was now on rampage. As if he was somehow reactivated, like a robot or some machine, trying to do some brutal movements so as to free himself. He wasn't going to leave so easily anyways. Following the sound, you created a ball in your hand then modified its shape for a sword. You sort of influenced the weapon you were making. Hence, in the grand alley in front of you, you unleashed the orange energy-made saber chased the voice all around you. After, no time you heard some screams of panic, an explosion of medium size due to the energy sword and finally a bigger one corresponding to some helicopter or whatever. You didn't care for it in the end.

You felt your cell phone ring in your pocket. An incoming call from Steve.

"Y/N where have you been?" said the crackling voice.

"I'm near Central Park."you replied with a low tone, full of wariness.

"There's some Hydra agent out there. Be careful. And Bucky fled from the compound" the man continued.

You couldn't help yourself but to release a mocking laugh.

"Too late, Cap."you ended there the talk.

You went ahead in front of Bucky who was watching you with a deadly look in his eyes. It is when you reached out your hand to touch him that he almost freed himself and tried to throttle you.

"Calm down, Barnes." you ordered to the man who didn't come to a standstill.

Talking to him wasn't enough it appeared. Not without fighting when he was in this internal distress. You were able to hear his screams inside of him, aching to come back to his senses. You strengthened the grasp of your energy around his wrists and his shoulders, getting him completely still under your control. You cupped his face and forced him to gaze into your eyes while you were looking for his real self. His soul was buried deep in his mind. You found interesting memories here and there. Torture were the most powerful ones. There was also a young man resembling Steve. You couldn't help but laugh. He was so small. You may not say to the powerful Captain America that he was ridiculously cute when he was younger. Though Wanda could be interested in the mental image you got. You searched deeper and deeper, kind of probing, Bucky's soul.

You suddenly felt a sort of globe when you were sailing into the ocean of the man's life. Or at least, what he remembered. The painful and unwanted murders he had perpetrated against those people who didn't deserve to die. You knew very well how to control someone's muscles, even someone's mind, due to your powers. Yet, breaking the spirit, the moral and making a weapon of a being, even if you were also able to do it, was something you never committed to anyone. Yet, the person's who managed to destroy Bucky's soul the way they did was particularly vicious. To recover from it was almost impossible without help and a safe place to stay as a start. No one could say that the compound was. Tony's resentment was still present and the former Winter Soldier didn't have the right to struggle against it. The latter should say that the one who hated him the most was himself for having killed Tony's parents, as well for every of his targets. He hated himself for all the mothers and fathers he made cry, every family he destroyed, every wife, husband, child he ruined the heart.

You would like to say it wasn't his fault, he was a puppet, that people's judgement was unfair. Then, you felt something in Bucky's body. He was waking up somehow. You withdrew from his mind and release the soul glancing you were giving him. The man's muscles relaxed brutally and he fell down on the wet ground. The rain might have stopped since a certain time now. But your clothes were drenched and Bucky's ones could be very uncomfortable now.

"What happened?" the man asked while he was slowly getting up.

On your left, you heard footsteps echoing on the tar. Soft. Rhythmed. Almost military. It was Steve for sure, certainly wearing his Captain America outfit. Sam was following him.

"Are you alright Bucky?" questioned the blond-haired man.

You frowned a little bit when you heard the interrogation. And you ? You were the one attacked ans still he was more interested in the well-being of this snowy cretin more than yours. You displayed loudly your dissatisfaction and turn your back to move towards the bench where the little puppy was still peacefully sleeping. You took the animal between your arms after checking he wasn't belonging to someone with a collar or something. Then, you opened your energy wings which took you off the ground. You landed only several minutes after in the compound. Natasha, Wanda, Rhodey, Vision and Tony were discussing in the living room while, as you supposed, waiting for you in the building. You didn't care about them and brought your little abandoned puppy into your room. Tony tried to talk to you but upset as you were you didn't give him a glance. You shouldn't care about Steve being worried about Bucky, as you've seen in his mind, they were close friends. Although, you have been an Avenger for a longer time than the Winter Soldier. These Sokovia agreements –or you didn't know what their were and you didn't give a shit about that– weakened enough your team. Choosing between Steve and Tony has been hard and in the end, you didn't get the freedom you hoped. It was barely worth the struggle.

You heard the door closing behind you while Tony was trying to catch you up, keeping the man outside of the room. You used your powers to create a little dog bed with extra blankets and left the puppy inside, as if he was in a nest. You asked to the artificial intelligence to order some dog food adapted for your new friend. And so did the God knows how was called the voice upon your head. You put your pyjamas on and went to bed. It was nearly 2 in the morning and you wouldn't spit on some rest. You fell asleep thinking about the scars left by this war among the Avengers.

You woke up earlier than you would have liked if a furry, troublesome, awfully cute little wasn't licking your face. You couldn't help but freaked, straightening up suddenly under your blankets. It was 6am.

"Gosh..." you whispered while you tried to hide from the puppy's display of love.

Then, you reached the animal and pulled him up against you. You didn't think that what wanted this creature would be your touch, considering the way the animal was clinging to you. It didn't bother you. Most likely the contrary. Right now might be the time to give him a name. However, you had no idea on what could be adapted for such a cutie. He was all black. 'Kuro' might be an interesting option. You would see later.

You had to get up and go practicing on hand-to-hand combat. But this morning, you were accompanied by a sweet little puppy. Its legs were so short due to his young age and must running to catch you up on your way. The compound remained silent. Everyone was still sleeping, which definitely was a nice considering what happened last night. On one hand, your disobedience to the Sokovia agreements, refusing to comply to these stupid rules. On the other hand, the fight with Bucky would be debated. You didn't crave to spend your days in a jail in the middle of the Pacific Ocean or God-knows-where.

You reached soon enough the door leading to the training room. You left the bag of equipment you brought and your little puppy climbed on the bench where all your stuff was more or less unpacked. The animal tilted his head to the side, watching you with great interest. It didn't take a lot of time before the little creature lied down upon the seat and sleep peacefully, catching up all the sleep he needed. You turned your back to the puppy and went towards the punching back in front of you. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw the black figure of Bucky meaning back against the wall. You didn't know he had that in him. That was so scary. Besides, the thought of not managing to stop the waves of energy running in your blood was another source of wariness. You spent a certain time trying to figure out what was happening inside of the man's head but he remained as shut as a nutshell. Which appeared displeasing to say the least.

His gaze was hidden behind his long locks of hair. His breathing was not heavy but a bit loud. Was he present here for long? You couldn't say. You were as stuck as the last time. What should be the right words? Not saying anything may be the best thing to do among all the possibilities. In reaction to this thought, you lowered your head a bit and then walked to the punching bag waiting for your attention. You hadn't started for a minute that Bucky was next to you, so close you could've sword he was your shadow. Even though he remained at a very reasonable distance from you.

"You should keep your arm a little higher or you would have it broken in a real fight" Bucky abruptly said to you across the room.

You have been a bit startled by the tone he used, attracting your attention over him.

"What do you want, Winter Soldier?" you asked with neutrality.

"Don't call me that way. I'm no longer a killer under Hydra's orders" he countered with an annoyed sigh.

You looked at him during a certain moment. Not saying anything and studying every of his facial traits. He wouldn't lie anyway.

"This doesn't resemble to what I've seen last night" you replied more severely.

"I..." the man started but he didn't carry on.

He glanced at you a long time. A very long time.

"I am sorry. For what I've done last night. This... This wasn't me and I know..."

Bucky was hesitating, looking for his words. Though, every phrase, every syllab seemed wrong and clumsy to him. He eyes were stuck on the ground.

" 'I shouldn't be alive', 'I'm a monster' . 'Tis all what you have been thinking about for three minutes now." you uttered while giving a voice to your interlocutor's thoughts.

These last sentences didn't make the man move in any way. Pretty strange, wasn't it? His silence was more eloquent than the longest speech and truth sharper than a blade. For the very first time since the day you met, you stepped closer to him. Not that you were keeping yourself at bay from him but it was more on the emotional side. You knew perfectly that you were alike on some points. Not the same and yet not completely different either. As if you were watching your appearance in a mirror. But the reflect was troubled, disturbed, somehow betrayed, by the prism of self-consideration.

You left a long sigh escape your mouth and decided to focus on the punching bag.

"What did you say already? My arm should be higher, is that right?" you inquired and with it, the end of the small discussion.

You felt Bucky coming closer to you and he gently changed the position of your arm while showing you a good posture for a hand-to-hand combat. You swiftly thanked him, so quickly that the man didn't think he heard it correctly. No one has ever been grateful to him, except when he was doing his job as the Winter Soldier. Needless to say it was shady to say the least. He gave you some advices when it came to a fight with punches and kicks. You haven't thought about breakfast only a second. The time you spent in each other's company had been really helpful, particularly because of everything you learnt today. It was nice to talk to someone and to know more about anything. Your appetite for knowledge was stunning sometimes. Your practice session ended when Steve stepping in the room, stumbling on you both while Bucky was holding your arm after you tried to punch him in the face.

"Was a good one Y/N." The man stated before noticing his old friend from the corner of his eye.

He let you go slowly after allowing your arm to get down without hurting you. Your muscle had relaxed and Bucky's grip loosened on your wrist. His metal arm left some red markings in your flesh but nothing you weren't able to handle. It was part of the risks of training with the Winter Soldier after all. You gathered all your stuff, took Kuro with you and passed to Steve's side before showering. Everyone had their breakfast, you were the only ones who missed it. It seems that Vision made it, which wasn't reassuring considering the fact that he is actually a robot which never had the sense of taste. Your only hope remained in the fact that he often watched you cook or bake for the others. In the end, it wasn't that bad.

The sudden and amusing image of Vision walking through the wall of your bedroom to ask you what was the means to bring back memories flashed through your mind. Also, his frown had to be considered as iconic when you explained the concept of Proust's madeleine. This is how he got the idea of goulash for Wanda. Scents and dishes had the power to bring back memories and used it as a means to remind Wanda's past, her family and all she cared for. Even though you had no doubt that she cared for Vision too.

You swallowed quickly your breakfast and went in your bedroom as soon as you finished. You had to practice with your energy too. Its shapes, the range of your attacks and different parameters that no science could predict. You considered rapidly Kuro's presence in your surroundings, currently lying on your bed. The little animal has already been fed since he was now wandering in the compound. Everyone has met the new recruit on your team. Tony didn't agree at first but he finally ended by petting this lovely furry creature. It was quite the sight, his big hands on the puppy's head while he was doing some stuff and checking some things before the afternoon meeting which had the aim to discuss about the day before.

You weren't that afraid, you knew very well what to say in your defence. It wouldn't be the same for Bucky, for all you cared. You stayed here until after midday and the artificial intelligence commanded by Tony reminded you this meeting. Thus, you left your beloved room and joined the other. You sat next to Rhodey and Natasha, more likely circled by them but who cared? Noticing the man who will lead this encounter, the same who presented you the Sokovia agreements, some Secretary of State or whatever.

He displayed a tiresome soliloquy about the fact that you didn't respect the rules you had to follow whatever it takes. And yet, Tony may have countered with the fact that you did everything according what they desired by asking officially an outing. As if you were a prisoner. That was right, you weren't back when the hour came. And if you hadn't been here, Hydra would have been troublesome. What they could have done was not predictable at all and the consequences can excuse your neglect.

Tony's voice was unsure and the old man didn't seem to accept it.

"I can understand it was for the common good but still, what should I say to UNO, to the people, to..." the man was arguing with a fake resolving tone.

"Tell me, mister Secretary of State, or whatever is your role, don't you think it is a bit hypocrite to make such statements?" you asked rhethorically while gazing at your interlocutor.

"No, Y/N. Don't make this worse." Tony warned behind but you hushed him with your powers.

"We've already done worse. Wasn't it a sufficient failure to fight our own allies, fighters and above all friends? How could we beat our own score on the field of nonsense?" you snapped back with an authoritative and unusual volume of voice.

You glanced at each of the people gathered in the room while standing, but this has been an action that no one cared about. Everyone received its glimpse of scorn until you have been tired of. Maybe this could make them think a little bit about themselves. You turned your back and faced now the tall, impressive, more or less charismatic man in front of you.

"As for you, and not only for you but for all these UNO men and and women working in, you are spitting, criticizing tyrants to oppress people. And yet, what are you doing with us? Do you feel safer now that you locked us up like dogs with muzzle? Does this world is clearer, less dangerous? Or more opaque, somber and unreadable?" you snidely stated with a voice full of hidden anger and frustration.

"What should be said about the people you sacrificed then? For your successes"

"If it's about sacrifice that we are going to argue, so let me tell you once for all that the first ones who are going to do it, before folks or anyone, are the guys behind me. Something you never liked to hear mister the Secretary of State. By the way, what did you sacrificed to get yourself to the place you bear now as if you were a supreme authority while you are nothing more than a simple spokesperson for something greater than you? "

"As long as I remember, no one ever called you here, Y/N"

"You know, if dogs could choose their master, if they knew what it involved, none of them would be so faithful. Despite everything, I've chosen to help here because I still have an idea of what is justice, right and wrong. And not because a carrier was demanding it, mister the Secretary of State."

You ended there the conversation. Meanwhile you were hammering your opinion inside your interlocutor's head, and crushing any potentiel reply he could have given to you. The man lowered his head and noticed the danger of you being so close to him. He stepped backwards, making you stop in your own path.

"Well..." the Secretary of State tried before forsaking the idea of saying anything else.

Everything has already been said. What he could leave to you was a mere warning. Then, few minutes of meaningless babbling after, he gathered his people before giving some extra information and left as quickly as he came. Bucky's case hasn't even been evoked through this meeting. Was it a big issue? Not that much and you felt him grateful.

"You can be really threatening when someone annoys you." Steve stated kindly after the release of pressure within the compound.

The latter was delighted that you shushed the Secretary of State or whatever this guy was. May he report the meeting to his mates with ties and expensive costumes, you didn't care. You weren't afraid of the decisions that could be taken about you. It needed more to impress you.

The compound got back to its usual calm and quietness. Nothing bothered you anymore. You spent some time with Wanda who thanked for saying all you said to the Secretary of State. Even though with the tone you used to talk to him. Your bitterness and the emotions you put in your speech addressed to this grey-haires old man. However, you apologized towards your new leader for the issues he would face but you assumed it would go very well. The one who would rightfully claim he shushed the great Tony Stark wasn't born.

You chose a book among all you had in your shelves and started to read. It was Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice, you didn't know that you had a copy here. You were fully captivated by the story when you noticed the night befell on the world outside. Vision came quickly to ask you if you were hungry and he got a negative answer. Though, he remained insistent on the fact that you should make an appearance in the living room for the movie tonight. They picked a bad one though, making you completely uninterested in the images shifting devoid of any meaning on the screen. You heard the thoughts of each Avenger and according to their internal remarks about what was happening in front of their eyes, you could say there was nothing exhilarating in this same feature film. You understood something about a documentary about beavers that could have been more enlightening according to Sam. Well, he didn't phrase it that way in his head but the idea remains the same. You just came in the lounge at the climax of the film and then disappeared again.

It is nearly 1am that it occurred that you didn't see Kuro in your room, which was definitely suspicious. Wearing your pyjamas at this hour of the night, you went down the stairs to find your little puppy. The ground was cold and your bare feet didn't make any sound. Yet, once you reached the possible location where your dog could rest peacefully, you found quite a sight actually. It was notoriously know after all that this furry ball named Kuro was sleeping nearly half of the day wherever he can be, meaning he would me more than happy to sleep in a cage full of starving lions.

"I can't sleep, Steve." Bucky said with an empty voice, almost cracking sometimes.

"Nightmares, right ?" the blond-haired man replied with a benevolent look in his eyes.

The first was petting carefully the puppy you were looking for.

"I can't even trust my mind when I'm awake. What should I do if I kill people while I'm asleep? What will stop me? "

Steve would like to say something but still, he wasn't able to answer the right thing to his friend.

"Maybe you should ask Y/N. They know a lot about mind control and all."

The suggestion wasn't devoid of good sense and the black-haired man had to admit that he had never thought about it. Requesting an advice and some help, even though it was only for sleeping never crossed his mind. And he may also lack of confidence when it comes to his weaknesses. He might want to be able to handle by himself.

"You're not alone, Buck" Steve ended with a gentle on his friend's shoulder.

Thereupon, you noticed your former leader getting up from the couch and left the Winter Soldier as he was taken far from reality by his invasive thoughts. He was petting Kuro very kindly and the puppy was resting peacefully in his arms. He didn't feel your presence nor sitting next to him, making him jump out of his skin. He managed to suppress his deadly reflexes at the last second.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you" You apologized with a low tone.

Bucky shook his head rapidly. His eyesight was anchored to the ground, refusing to let go the detail that was catching so well his attention. His hand was petting mechanically your peaceful puppy.

"Are you alright?" you warily asked with a kind and unusual voice.

"I... I don't know..."Bucky mumbled while he pulled away his attention from the tile square he had his eyes locked on.

You saw him turn his head and gaze at you with a heartbraking despair and confusion, tears glinting in the corner of his eyes. Yet, he blinked. Chasing this poor view he was making of himself from your sight. You didn't mind. Having a smashed mind due to the torture, or suffering an attempt, was a harsh ordeal to overcome, mostly because of all the psychological consequences. And so did Bucky undergo since he broke free.

"You're afraid to unleash the Winter Soldier while you sleep, aren't you?"

The man nodded quietly. What could he add? This was the truth he was scared to death to kill more people. He was already fighting the dark waves of guilt in his heart, his effort couldn't be reduced to ashes and dust because of that monster slumbering within his head, equally part of himself as Bucky. He feared he would never get rid of this monster inside his head.

You lankily sighed and reached out your hand to leave a gentle tap on the man's shoulder. It was quite unusual for you to express such friendliness but, still, Bucky needed it. You saw his lip curl upwards when he looked at you. Fake or true, you never knew. Maybe both.

"This is not because you stop to sleep that you'll get any better. On the contrary, dwelling and not resting will make you increase your chances to lose control over yourself."you warned with a sharp tone, you wanted this to be engraved on Bucky's mind.

"Then what? What could I do when these fucking nightmares scare the shit out of me?" the man exclaimed with a barely controlled voice.

"Guilt consumes you. That's the reason why you don't allow yourself to sleep at night. You think you haven't the right to rest. Is that's wrong?"

Bucky couldn't move. The paralyzing truth froze his bones, disgust and self-hatred suddenly running in his veins. He didn't feel worthy to close his eyes and just have some rest, even for a couple of hours. The more he dwells, the more he was risking to kill someone, being out of control. You noticed him nod to your statement.

"If it is only about nightmares. I can do something about that."you proposed quietly.

Bucky glanced at you, a glint of hope lighting his face marked with suffering.

"You can do that?" asked obliviously Bucky.

"I've also heard the end of the conversation you had with Steve."

The man got a strange look in his eyes. What was he thinking about? You didn't know. You could answer this question but it wasn't your intention. Then, you gave up the idea and focused on the task at hand.

"Anyways, do you want me to use my powers?" you inquired with a pressing tone.

And once more, Bucky nodded. You requested from him to close his eyes and just breath lankily. So he did and while he was getting calmer and calmer then fully relaxed by the waves of your power. You approached your hand to his eyes and the orange energy shaping a ball released a hypnotic music within Bucky's mind and a short minute after his head fell on the back of the sofa. His muscles fully eased. Thus, you used your telekinesis and lifted the man until his room. He was almost cute, all happy with your puppy on his torso. He wouldn't have any dream nor nightmare. You suppressed his ability of imagination for several hours. Then, he would get it back and lightly getting up from the limbo of the deepest and most peaceful slumber. Folding down the blankets, you left your puppy and the man having some rest. They both seem delighted, though it was most visible on Kuro the dog spread out all along its length over the bed next to the man. The door shut behind you and you left to join your own bedroom. Numbing Bucky's imagination was more tiring than you would have thought but the Winter Soldier wouldn't show up. All in all, it was a small victory.

You didn't wake up when dawn had come to the compound. Your energy was a bit drained and your own rest has been more tiresome than really relaxing. However, it was the risk you accepted when you offered to help Bucky. And then, after a short night and the call from Friday to got up more or less easily. Watching you in the mirror had been a hardship, you barely recognizes yourself. You took some time to erase the markings from your tiredness and then, you went to take your breakfast. Clint said that he got the authorization to go back in his family and he was really excited to be able to finally see his wife and children.

"Sorry guys but I won't make you breakfast anymore" the archer joked with a singular glint of mischief in his eyes.

You smiled at him while Wanda was congratulating him cheerfully. And the others were all giving him warm comments and expressing their happiness for him. It seemed that Tony was personally insulted by this departure. As if the Avengers were torn apart again. You saw in his mind that he remembered when he fought against Steve but this image was blurred by a sweet filter of friendship for the warrior. The question of where was Bucky has been quickly raised. You remembered that the spell you used on him was still clouding his mind. You excused yourself and left the table to find the man in his room. Kuro was licking the man's face but nothing was efficient enough to pull him from the calm slumber. Thus, you approached your hand to his forehead and with a wave of energy you brought him to reality. It didn't take long before his eyelids would open and he could remember the world he was in.

"What...?" Bucky asked, his voice hoarse and a very eloquent red trace on his cheek.

"Hello." you greeted with a gentle tone.

"I..."Bucky started to say.

He wanted to ask if five minutes had passed since you employed that spell of yours. He remembered clearly asking you to use your magic or whatever you called your powers and then, he didn't know. His muscles were so relaxed, he was so calm. No dreams, no nightmares. A peaceful sleep. He desired it so much and he had it. No pain, no suffering, no memories –

Everything was okay. He couldn't help but a small smile curled his lips upwards, making his face glow with a charming aura. For a second, you felt that Bucky didn't have his guts tightening and tied in knots he couldn't unravel without being injured somehow. On the contrary, he sensed his heart being free and in peace. You made your way to the door and left there the man. He got up from his bed and caught up the discussion about Clint and his family five minutes later.

You spent the day trying to restore the energy you used on Bucky to numb his subconscious. It wasn't so easy though. You didn't pay a visit to the training room. Steve and Natasha were undoubtedly practicing right now. You didn't want to interrupt and your reflexes were altered by the way. Not being at the highest level of reflexion, reaction and everything alike was just a huge hallway to an injury. So you stayed far away from the room. You were watching Vision studying Kuro very closely, making Wanda smile and laugh. You were slightly worried for the puppy but the robot kept a very careful behavior towards the small and curious creature. By the way, the woman taught to Vision how to pet the puppy. You could see them delighted to experience something really common for a lot of people.

You were so lost in your contemplation of them that you didn't hear Bucky sitting next to you on the couch. You almost jumped out of your skin when you noticed him. You scowled him a little for being so silent and not warning you. A grin took its place on his facial traits and you swore internally you would kill him if he remained so glad to have scared you. Though, when he perceived your annoyed glance, his small smile fell down his face and he became more concerned by what you were going to say. Then, he stared at the ground and remained quiet for a minute.

"I... Wanted to thank you" Bucky voiced out, his cheeks slightly reddening. "I don't know what I could have done if you weren't there"

"You were hopeless, anxious and blathering nonsense. No need to be grateful. I did what I thought was right." you replied with an empty tone, as if your own words had no impact on yourself first, even though it was a lie because you were obviously happy about that.

A little bit of thankfulness for a monster such as yourself according to your own judgement was always delighting. You had no intention to say anything about it to Bucky however. A comfortable silence filled the space around you. Wanda and Vision took your puppy and went to play with him elsewhere. In the meantime, the Winter Soldier's eyes were stuck on your gaze, scrutinizing you where a not so long distance was separating you both. You could notice he was refraining from saying anything which might be inappropriate. You couldn't figure out what, though.

"Is there something you may want to ask me?" You inquired with a strangely gentle tone.

Bucky took some time to think about it. You noticed only now that he was particularly cautious around you, and with his words too. Having a completely different way to talk with you, in comparison of how he could speak with Steve. The best behavior to have in your presence.

"Can mind control be cured?" he questioned with a weird politeness. Not that it wasn't pleasing but it looked fake. His way to talk in old American English from the Brooklyn of the 40's felt natural coming from him. Not this Loki-like way to speak. You almost corrected it for that but it wasn't necessary.

“It’s not that easy but the effects can be limited, a broken mind leaves inevitably scars.” you added thoughtfully, brows furrowed trying to get the best answer to Bucky’s worries. “And a stable spirit in a stable body isn’t devoid of interest when it comes to this matter.”

The warning was clear and sharp, no more stupid ideas such as being deliberately deprived of rest. Despair and helplessness don’t mean recklessness. Your former sentence rang surely a bell within Bucky, making him flustered for such impatience to cause his own ruin. He should say he was sorry, though, what effect it would have? Other than an unwanted pity over him and a descent of the esteem that you did not have for him in the first place. Bucky thought you disliked him at best, loathed him at worst for the split among the Avengers and their reasons to fight. He should know better after the argument you had the day before. Humans were humans, even with powers beyond the common man.

“Meaning that you can heal me?” inquired Bucky while his eyes lit up.

“Did you listen to what I’ve just said?” you replied with a sharp tone.

It seemed that sleeping was raising a certain eargerness in Bucky. Not that it was disturbing actually, dealing with the Avengers also meant learning patience. You sighed lankily while you summoned a ball of orange light to test the energy left to recover in you. It would be adequate to you need of it for attempting aything on Bucky’s mind. You were simply accelerating the healing process. What was left after that was the man’s issue. Though, not only did the man had to tackle with the significance of your powers in him, but also with potential deadly aftereffects. It didn’t appear that it scared him. Quite the contrary actually. He responded with a sad look that he already was already tortured by these nightmares or memories and whatever could threaten him in his own mind, it wouldn’t be worse than what he was suffering. You didn’t agree with this last statement, objecting that it might not be what he needs.

Sincerely convinced, equally fostered somehow by what he discussed with Steve last night about your area of expertise and the skills you got after years of practice, he asked you to help. Under this condition, you would be ashamed to refuse him anything. You asked him to lie down on the couch and ordered him to close his eyes. Getting your hand circling over Bucky’s face while his eyes were open, turning more orange each second passing and then, the man tipped over into another world full of images without links between them except that they were known to him. You found another memories, slightly different from the day before, almost shifting and blurry. You figured out it was your presence. His emotions followed one another. It was quite intriguing to feel sadness then hope, anger, despair, hatred. Along your thorough expertise, you never found any peace, relief or authorization to slow down the rythm. Only raw sentiments, basic ones, almost shady, tainted of dark hues, ones which could never be lighter and closer to happiness.

You perceived Bucky flinch and shake a little when you reached a particular area of his mind. The illusion was darker, shifting. Delusions were how you worked to get the informations you needed, by creating a whole dimension within people but it wasn’t the point. The shape of what you had in front of you did not have any. More like a black hole, infinitely deep and heavy. Beyond a certain line, you could harm Bucky. Yet, you felt something beating here, like a heart or something. It didn’t have any shape, or you may not be able to give one to it. Was it literally the Winter Soldier? Or was it where the heart of Bucky was trapped somehow? You could not say, nor identify it. This was quite the infuriating puzzle but an interesting challenge nonetheless. You felt be withdrawn without your consent. Bucky was somehow waking up.

Then, you returned to reality and described what you saw. Bucky found himself clueless, you were the one with the talent. What you couldn’t say was that you were as lost as him. However, it was quite logical to consider it wasn’t such an issue after one session. And then you started a conversation about what you saw, asking for more details. You couldn’t say that the sight of a smaller Steve before becoming Captain America amazed you a second time. And you laughed about it. And some other things related to Hydra and Zemo among other things. He also told him some stories which happened during the WWII that no one talks about. There were also the fights and the opponents. He also describe the Brooklyn of the 40′s. Even though you watched it as if you were in Bucky’s place when women were interested in him. Not that it wasn’t the case these last days but he had enough to think about.

You found yourself getting closer to the man and it wasn’t the plan at the start. What you weren’t prepared to know is that since you were wandering within Bucky’s memories and all, he did it to you too. Accidentally. And he asked you about some of your loved ones that it hurt you to mention. Yet, since you will have to know your colleague and his darkest sides, you had to uncover some of yours too. Trust was the basis of the weak relashionship you solely had to have. And the more sessions went, the more you found some tenders sides in Bucky. Those were particularly hidden. The most treasured memories. If before it was only raw emotions you felt, right now they are a clearer shape and more details such as the twisting of Bucky’s guts when it came to Steve, the sentiment of failure coupled with a stronger one of confusion when he was punching the latter in the face or the despair. You sensed the emptyness within the man when the pipe or whatever was it when he fell down that train.

One day, you felt something strange around the projection of your spirit within Bucky’s mind. Lawless, powerful, you couldn’t identify it. Nonetheless, you needed it to unlock the thick, intricate mecanism around that beating thing. You figured out that if it was the Winter Soldier who waited patiently for his freedom; then you’d have to do something about it and put in a way more solid jail than he was already trapped in. When you asked to the man what he could be, he turned his gaze away from you. It was suspicious but you would discover what he is hiding from you anyways.

Bucky knew he couldn’t lie to you and... Well, how he’d be able to say to you that your way to soothe him was more efficient than you thought. He was keeping a little bit of the truth each time about his real state. He was a new man, he felt it. He didn’t feel any better in his head, he was still so afraid of himself, what he could do. Although, you were here and your gentle tone saying it was okay made him so happy. You were more reassuring than you imagined and the illusion you were giving of yourself. He saw it when he wandered among the floating screens of your unconscious and he watched you love someone passionately and lose this beloved one. You seemed so perfect together and here he was asking you to help him. In the darkness around him when he discovered all these details about you that he could have never guessed, he found the light of love shining bright inside your chest. And the wild thought saying you were in love with someone crushed him, and the mental link between you two gave you a headache for a week. 

Another day, you wandered to the man’s imagination, his regrets and the thoughts of what he wanted to say, to do instead of how he really acted.You found very useful clues here. And some you didn’t know what to do with. Which werre clearly unsettling. You risked to break the link once more but you held it still enough not to separate from him again. You had to admit that the illusion almost fell but you managed to stabilize the image before it turns all blurry and the mental breaks without possibility to resume the chain of thoughts you grasped some time before. Eitherway, every image would have been altered and not pue from Bucky’s influence. It wasn’t his fault however, you could hardly blame it.

“Are you sure everything is alright?” you inquired with a neutral tone while Bucky was somewhat captivated by the fact that he was trying to avoid your inquisitive glance.

“Yeah I am” he replied blankly.

“Yes, play dumb. It’s very funny, I assure you” you ironized with fake scorn to your interlocutor.

Bucky didn’t aswer back to your sharp tone. He was seeing things too and most of them were as unsettling as whatever you could’ve noticed in his mind. Knowing a person fully, each detail of the past as if being these very same people, was so unnerving and mostly scary. But then, the man liked what he saw and felt after all the hours spent in your own mind. He liked you, your being, your mistakes and your achievements. He has been amazed, raising and reminding him this forgotten sentiment called love, with all it implied.

“Don’t need to explain. I know” you ended there with a smile on your lips.

Bucky doubted of these sentiments storming inside his heart and his guts like sea monsters which are fighting for dominance over as illusional as the universe he was discovering sessions after sessions.

“You know what?” inquired the man with interest.

Your smile grew wider as you reached out your hand to touch his next to yours on the couch. As if it was kind of a reflex, Bucky leaned to your touch and left himself be. It was reassuring. And, as an answer, the fingers of his flesh hand curled up onto yours. Maybe the start of a new life. Both of you didn’t know. One day, you might be free.

The dominant one (Doflamingo X Taller! Male! Reader + NSFW)

A/N : headcanon of @trashytoastboi (thank you for your work if you see this scenario). This scenario could also be adapted to a neutral gender Reader

Warning : graphic violence, death, dirty talk (sort of),

It was a victory again. You raised your weapon to the sky. As if you were threatening the gods themselves. The shining blade was dripping with blood. A wicked yet proud smile, your eyes flashing of rage. It seemed a beast stole your features, and no humanity was any longer present in your body. Only reigned in you the devil himself. You lowered your gaze towards your enemy, your foot applying pressure all over his ribcage, choking him. The crowds around you were roaring without pity, demanding that you end your opponent's life. The guy was already severely injured, you would provide him a service by doing so.

It was sad. The gladiator wasn't a true enemy. And he wasn't an ally either. He fell facing a real monster, beloved by a demon. Was there anything else to say? The excess of time he achieved to get for himself was making the ordeal tougher, but his bravery remained admirable. You lifted your foot from the man's body, getting him to loudly cough due to the blood in his mouth he spat.

"Look at me" you ordered with a low voice.

The guy raised his head, staring more carefully at your soul than just your eyes.

"Riku is the rightful king of Dressrosa. This charade of yours will end soon." your opponent prophesied with a gentle tone and a smile crossing his dry and bloody lips.

"I'd like to see that" you ended up before sinking your blade in the man's heart.

During a short second, you could have sworn you noticed a glitter of hope shining like a star in your enemy's eyes before the dreadful void of death froze his body for eternity. Then, you left his body fall backwards with your blade still crossing your victim's body. In reaction, the crowds went completely mad of happiness over the man's death. Even though it was all finished, you leant and reached out the man's face. A lot of people thought at the moment that you were going to take your opponent's head by separating it from his body and offering it to your king.

Although, you just closed the man's eyes, turning dead silent people, which were watching carefully each of your moves.

"In this arena, all men are on the same level. Only being brave or a coward matters."you state, severely glaring at the audience.

You grasp the pommel of your sword then retire it from the dead body lying in front of you. The disgusting sound of shredded human meat was only heard. Eventually, with a frank gesture to the side, the blood flew to the sandy ground below your feet then you sheathed your blade without any more words. You raise your gaze towards Doflamingo who was enjoying fully the show.

"I victory of today, I dedicate to my king" you state powerfully to the people around you adding a graceful bow to your declaration.

This final sentence drove the crowds to madness again. Rumors of you being the most faithful, strongest, more devoted of any soldier or servant in the kingdom to the current king were being spread between all the latter's subjects.

With a satisfied smile, Doflamingo stood up and, with a smile and a move of his feathery coat, he raised his arms then made a small reverence in front of all the people gathered that day in the Coliseum. The reciprocate screams echoed a long time between the walls of the majestic building. It meant the end of the show until next time.

Behind you the harrow was now down. You spared a quick glance to the dead body of the man you have just killed in the arena lying on a stretcher, a sheet covering his cold body. You sighed lankily, and remind the wound left on your right leg. You had to get it treated if you didn't want it to be worse. During a time which seemed endless, you managed to arrive at your private quarters. Not only the small trip to your chambers was long because of some people who seemed to crave to meet you, but it was also due to the absolute mess reigning in the palace after servants got their mind in a right way after the collective madness which is taking over all the subjects of the kingdom present is the Coliseum.

The familiar scent of a bubbly bath relaxed you instantly. However, the adrenaline rushing within your veins hadn't come back to normal after the fight. The mix within your skin made you almost collapse on the ground. You managed to hold still since the real hardship didn't show its face. You moved forward within your quarters to find Doflamingo lying on your bed, his arms crossed behind his head, waiting patiently. You spontaneously knew what it was about. Without being able to help yourself, a small grin stretches your features and you laugh lightly. Warned of your presence, Doflamingo got up and walked towards you, apparently satisfied.

He was smaller than you, barely reaching your chest. You always thought that it was adorable, even though the man was for some people a monster. "Everything that is small is cute" they say... Doflamingo had probably no idea of the image he wore in your eyes, or maybe not a full or a clear one. The dichotomy between your point of view and the world's may dwell in this mere gap of height. In the mean time, Doflamingo made his way towards you then stared at you from below.

"What are you waiting for?" Doflamingo asked, half threateningly.

"His Lordship demands a kiss I see..."you uttered with a certain appreciation, clearly intending to mess up a little with your king. "Come and get it"

Your disdainful provocation worked perfectly. Yet, only Doflamingo's brows furrowed, he didn't even move. You could say he was highly tempted to use his strings. But, the small restraint he was applying over himself was room for more taunt. Hence, you leant towards him, as if you were going to kiss him on the lips. Although, you drifted away and left a peck on the man's forehead.

If being dumbfounded had a face, Doflamingo would probably be the perfect archetype. The small flame he was feeling due to this kiss in his guts was being swallowed by the audacity you have just demonstrated to him. His face turned to stone within less than a second. You DARED ignore one of his direct orders ?! You couldn't help but snicker behind Doflamingo's back. Killing a man got you sassy apparently.

"Later for all the romantic thing your Highness, I have some tasks that need my attention" you utter, hiding badly this little joy of yours.

"Y/N" Doflamingo called coldly, without a trace of kindness in his voice.

"I know I know. You want to get to the nasty right away while I'm still in a wild beast mode, poisoned by adrenaline. Trust me, I do want the same, my Lord. However, my wounds won't get treated by themselves. This divine skin of yours cannot be tainted with the blood of a sinner, right? "

Doflamingo was reaching the end of his patience. How did you dare acting smug with your king? This insolent smile of yours, he will make you erase it from your features. He would be going to tear you apart, fucking you senseless to get your submission out of your mouth by the most delightful torture. You would beg for deliverance, moaning and screaming your pleasure. You would be his plaything, your sturdy body forced to endure your master's relentlessness.

Yet, this delicious idea had to wait a little. You were getting your body rid of the pieces of metal you were wearing as an armor in the arena. Even though, most of your skin was exposed. Some servants would clean all of it later, some would stay to help you wash your body under Doflamingo's scrutinizing glare. The dummy was almost falling due to the weight of your equipment. Naked, your back facing the eyes of your beloved king, you moved until a seat where some medicines were spread next to.

A woman disinfected the wound on your leg. She was madly flustered, trying to act quickly and properly. You leant towards her and took her face in the palm of your hand, a smile on your face.

"Take your time my dear. No demon will run after you." You playfully state before sitting more comfortably in your seat and sparing a glance at Doflamingo.

The latter was angry. His grin disapeared as soon as he saw you with this damn smile of yours. But you didn't belong to him, therefore he had no right to claim you as his. You may be a gladiator, a one night stand who remained, a powerful warrior, but these were the mere bond you shared.

The woman properly applied a bandage on your leg before getting to heal the small cuts on your chest.

"I ask you to clean and change all of this as frequently as possible and..." The nurse said before turning as red as a tomato.

"Yes dear ? I'm listening" you said, trying to foster her to talk to you with all of her heart.

"Please... Be careful Y/N-sama" She whispered before caressing absentmindedly your jaw, just above a small injury.

You couldn't help but laugh slightly.

"Thank you for your concern my dear. It goes straight to my hear to know that you care about me" You declared with a genuine grateful tone.

"Leave us" Interrupted Doflamingo with a threatening voice.

You turned your gaze towards your king.

"Go" you only ordered to the woman who rushed to the door and left without any more talking.

You got up and decided to stare directly into the man's eyes.

"Something's bothering you my Lord ? " you inquired rhetorically, your steely gaze entrenched within Doflamingo's.

The latter didn't allow you to feel the faintest pleasure of him being hypothetically taken aback while you were staring at him from above. No. Doflamingo is never taken aback by anything.

"I fear you forgot you're my fuckboy, my personal hole, you whore. It's my dick you have to suck" the king spat, a winning smile stretching his features.

"Well let me say this, my Lord. Your personal hole has a lot of dicks that penetrate it. And these are rarely your own" you replied without even a spark of doubt in your lie.

It would be very confident of people to say that you were the one dominated, with such a massive body as the one you had. Within less than a second, a smack echoed in the room. A light pain lingered for a short minute on your jaw.

"Know your place, little bug" your king spat again, his jaws firmly clenched.

"Says the one that is smaller than me" you snapped back with a poorly suppressed snarky laugh.

The red mark of the slap remained for some time on your cheek. Although, leaping like a tiger, you grasped Doflamingo's neck and bend over him, aiming to stare at him with your eyes on the same level.

"Release me." your king ordered coldly.

"Then, why don't you use your strings ?" you asked him half genuinely, trying to figure out why he didn't do so earlier.

This situation was not a rare one. It had happened already more than once actually. Doflamingo has always refused to use his devil fruit power against you. As if it was a personal challenge for him to leash you and he was going to take pride in it. However, you didn't make the task easy at all, always refusing what he wanted, getting only a carnal relationship. Your untameness was ultimaltely annoying and so refreshing. You were the only one who got him in a bottom position.

"Why don't we find out who has the biggest one, my Lord ?" you proposed to your king with no intention of him refusing you.

Your strong hand went to grasp your king's neck. You felt Doflamingo's muscles tensing up, making you smile. You pushed your king towards the bed and climbed over him, getting him prisoner of your legs.

"What do you think you're doing ?" the man spat in his submitted position.

"And you ? What did you think you were going to provoke by slaping and insulting me ?"

A flash or disdain sparked in your eyes when you were staring at Doflamingo from above.

"I don't suck for free, as well as I don't fuck with anyone. I dominate, not the contrary." You uttered before getting up and walking towards the large bathroom.

Eventually, you went in the pool. Your tiredness vanishing as well as the dust and the scarlet red blood tainting your skin. With a relieved sigh, you surrender to the warmth of the water. You bent over backwards, reaching the edge. You heard footsteps coming close to you.

"What do you want?" you inquire, half upset half curious.

You thought this argument was enough for the moment. You were wrong apparently. Doflamingo took a towel not far away from you and left it behind you. The king lied down, staring at you patiently.

"Do you come here to apologize?" you asked him half-heartedly.

The man did nothing but laugh loudly.

"Yeah. It sounded stupid to me too" you state with a monotonous voice.

"You're such a brat. I'll merely concede that" Doflamingo admitted with a half smile.

You reached out to grasp at your king's neck. But carefully this time. You kissed him, experiencing, tasting. Even the scent of Doflamingo's skin was totally endearing. Although, you wouldn't admit it this way. You changed your position, trying to face Doflamingo. He was still lying down on his towel, fully dressed but he was looking for your lips with his own.

Doflamingo was still slow, trying, also tasting just as you were doing. He liked you for your tall body, your strength and almost everything else except that untamed behavior. Then, the kisses got more and more passionate. It was hard to breathe, hard to resist while you were starting to lower your guard. You drew Doflamingo's body closer to the huge pool. His head so close of the edge of the bath. But you were only thinking about kissing those thin divine lips.

You felt your cock getting harder.

"Kissing makes you all hot and flustered like a dog in heat?" Doflamingo whispered while he was snickering.

"Well... That makes two of us, my Lord" you replied on the same tone, drawing the man's attention on his own hard shaft.

"Brat" your king added before going back on your lips.

"That also makes two of us" you add with a smile.

Upset by the slowness of all this, you put your arms on the edge of the pool and climbed up again over your king's body, riding him. You immediately thought about how much more comfortable it was to have this domination over the celestial asshole named Doflamingo. Yet, it was delusional, wrong. None of you had a spark of idea about who was in charge, as well as none of you knew who was going to be submitted. Doflamingo would never agree and you wouldn't either.

"Enjoy the moment while you can, Y/N"

"Shut your mouth for once and suck my tongue as if you were giving me a blow job"

Doflamingo chuckled with irony but didn't respond anything. Your hand was rubbing his abs, lightly, skillfully, just to arouse him a little bit more. Just to make it unbearable. Your king's cock went hard against your thigh. As you notice, you want to say it out loud and mock your divine partner about his sinning behavior. You moved your fingers a little bit lower, trying to caress the stiff shaft you were staring at shamelessly. Doflamingo's breath sped up but he was as if he remained undisturbed and all the attention over him was nothing more than a puppy messing around a sleepy tiger.

Your smirk said it all about the hurt your ego went through at the moment. Your hand's speed increased and the stroke turned out to be more effective on your dirty king. But the tiger didn't remain sleepy for long. He raised his arm and his own fingers tensed up like a puppeteer playing with a doll. You frowned instantly when you felt the strings tightening around your body to the point of almost entering within your skin.

"Get your fucking strings off of me my Lord or I'll be really mad" you warn, your eyes turning black with lust and anger.

"Is it a threat Y/N? Better for your sake that it is not one"

You can't help but chuckle. Doflamingo doesn't even have time to ask you why. You opened your mouth with disdain towards your partner.

"This is why you can't get rid of me. Nor wound me gravely. Because you need me. You need someone who's ready to worship you entirely. Because you need to swell your ego, your self-confidence and your body with praise. And I'm not silly enough to give you fully what you want. And what I give you is more than anything. After all, all the pleasure of hunt is to track your prey, right your Highness? " you declared while your body was laid down by Doflamingo and he got what he thought as his righful place.

"My sluts are rarely this talkative."The king stated before sliding his pants on his thighs.

You watched him with big eyes when he came to bury himself in your unprepared back hole. Sheathed like a sword in your ass, you couldn't even move out of his grasp. You swore internally when he started to thrust like crazy in you. Even with your height and your physical strength it hurt badly to feel the king's cock tearing you apart.

"Fuck you Doflamingo!" you utter while your breath was cut by light cry of pain.

"Doffy" the man corrected while he was stealing from now on moans of pleasure from you.

"The hell with it, asshole!"

"And yet yours is the one being pounded"

You closed your eyes long ago. Doflamingo have been using his strings for several hours, thrusting inside of you. It was like a punishment to endure every moans that echoed in the bathroom and then, in the sheets. The king's hot erected cock came and went inside of you. The strings were maintaining you under the man's painful attention.

"Consider it as your reward for every of your words" Doflamingo repeated several times in your ear.

Your whole body was covered of scratches due to these strings or various marks. The man used you as a sex doll. Your skin was a long-term reminder of Doflamingo's internal wrath during these hours of fucking. The acute memories of the latter's lips and hands roaming your whole body made you shiver. And then, the hard shaft within you.

Once Doflamingo was done with you, he laid down into the mattress and a satisfied grin stretching his features. You wondered if it was the same with everyone else. Though it didn't matter. You were a regular sex partner to Doflamingo and nothing else needed to be said. Your king might appreciate your body and the way you react to his strokes. However, you didn't love him and your body wasn't his, even though Doflamingo wanted to make you state the contrary.

Then, after the hours of brutal sexual relationship, you got up and strode towards your closet and withdrew clothes, scrutinizing them with great attention.

"What are you doing?" inquired your king chilling in your messed up bed.

"Mind your business, my Lord" you replied with an empty tone.

"Did I hurt your ego so much that you are going to fuck someone else to relieve you from this humiliation?" Doflamingo teased half-threateningly

"Come on, don't compare me to you. I have never slaughtered the whole family of someone who had the bad idea to scowl me" you viciously retorted. "Who I meet and who I fuck is none of your business if my memories are right, your Highness. I've applied for being a gladiator, not to be the king's personal slut."

"Let's say that I'm not a king. Would you tell me what are you going to do?" The man assumed.

Although, you both knew that Doflamingo doesn't hypothesize. It was a trap you were willing to outwit.

"Now you're just being ridiculous. If you weren't my king, I'd say my vocabulary would tend to make a spectacular decrease in terms of quality."

"Y/N, you should answer this question if you don't want to be crucifixed for treason" your king threatened.

"I'd like to see you try to punish the fuckboy who gives you this incredible feeling of domination" you chuckled while spitting this mugging challenging sentences to Doflamingo whose smile disappeared.

"I want an answer Y/N. I'll have it"

"Mind your business." you ended here without any more words.

You were dressed in an elegant suit, you staring into your reflection. You felt some satisfaction lingering in your heart. The mere image of your king lying in your bed was the sole blur here. You turned your back and then wak towards the door.

"Diamante will have to fight tomorrow. See you soon, your Highness"

"Y/N" the man called but you were already gone and the door was already closed.

Miss Allsunday was waiting for you in the restaurant, a file left next to her. An artificial smile remained on her features.

"It has been a long time miss Alsunday since I've seen you. How have you been?" you greeted kindly.

"Assisting Sir Crocodile is not an easy task to attend to. But I'm not here to complain. Here is the contract" Robin replied.

"Contract? I'd like to ask what kind of contract but we both know what is it about. But even though I like intimate relashionship, I am a fighter first" you stated calmly, staring at the lady right in the eyes.

"I understand. And you will be considered this way, I can guarantee it. As long as you stay by Sir Crocodile's side."

"Well... If you agree to allow me to think about more thoroughly..."you inquired rhetorically.

"Of course. I look forward to receive your answer Y/N."

"I thank you Miss Allsunday" you ended while reaching out the file handed towards you. "Now let's eat, I'm hungry and slightly upset"

You took it and grinned slightly. The dinner was nice and Robin was a fine company for it. You appreciated the woman but you didn't sleep with her. Crocodile was offering you to stay by his side. You had to fight for him and your price would be his. Eventually, you accepted to leave Doflamingo for Crocodile. It sounded like a melodramatic love story of a man shared between two others fighting over the latter. But you would be paid the price you want with a very easy contract and you could also get Crocodile himself as a reward sometimes, because yeah he had a sort of soft spot on you. And, since you slept with each other several times, and spent a tremendous amount of time together, you could say you felt better with the latter than Doflamingo.

The attached contract Robin left you was agreeable at almost every points. And you weren't even forced to stay emotionally involved with Crocodile, to the contrary in Doflamingo's case since he always tried to enslave you to him. No. Crocodile was only adamant on you fighting for him, the way he wanted it to be done and the reward he would give you. You sent back the answer to the contract, announcing a positive response. Nearly two weeks after and the first of your numerous victories by his side, you were sharing a glass of alcohol and a delighful night of pleasure with Crocodile.

Far from Alabasta, Doflamingo was going crazy. He beheaded a dozen of what he would call 'useless servants'. Diamante returned in the Coliseum and had to fight while a new high-leveled gladiator would be either hired or trained to fill the space left by your sudden and silent departure.

Star Platinum X Fem! Reader (headcanons)

Warning : none except platonic relationship and I'm going to use "him" because I don't know how I could call him (sorry)

Summary : You are romantically involved with Polnareff but Star Platinum appears sometimes

[That GIF is so damn cute, I'm melting]

Star Platinum is Jotaro's stand. It will be our context

You were with the latter and Kakyoin, Polnareff and the others

Your wonderful Frenchman. You loved him so much.

Your friendship had been easy to gain. The guys travelling with you were just amazing and you formed a great team.

But becoming almost your second family was something else.

Besides, you found yourself in love of Polnareff.

He is a wonderful man. Who doesn't like him anyway?

His way to talk in French made you melt. The sweet "je t'aime" he whispered to you that brought you to tears of pure happiness.

And there was the one that embodied the role of a chief among your little team aka Jotaro

You never knew what he thought. Really. He is such a mysterious man. The first time you met him, you were slightly taken aback by his quietness and actually his whole personality.

But

Because if there weren't any "but" life wouldn't be funny.

There was his stand

Star Platinum. Star plat for the closest ones.

How cute he was.

And not only was he cute but also adorable, clingy, lovely and funny

You would die for his little "ora's"

Really.

Or for his smile.

Or his way to change his colours.

Oh yeah

He such a curious stand. Black Witch, your own stand, was also curious but as much as he does.

Your heart melt when he asks you about anything with this "ora"

A gigantic child

Ponareff might be jealous sometimes when he watches you so close of Star Platinum

Considering that a stand is a physical image of what's inside someone, you would think that Jotaro is not that heartless or emotionless

Actually it amuses you.

Star Platinum loves cute things.

Puppies? He passes out. Kittens? There was no one behind his shut eyelids several seconds after he started to hear the little creature's purr.

He is so big and so gentle.

He likes to brush your hair while you are occupied with Polnareff who is leaving his own in your careful hands

Obviously, it is when the stand is free to do what he wants.

You would die when Polnareff is holding you in his arms and Star Platinum waits for his own turn

Or sometimes, when he is particularly eager, he surrounds you both in a big collective hug

You asked many times why he was so clingy and in search for a bit of love

Jotaro didn't answer but you would have sworn he blushed

The guy likes you, not in a loving way but more as someone who cares about you. A sort of brother.

You clearly don't understand but why not?

It doesn't prevent you to like Star Platinum

Not at all.

Once, you even kissed him on the cheek.

He became all red. He was soooo cute

You were reading sometimes for the boys. They loved to listen to you while you were reading. It was comfy and quiet.

And you loved that too. Even the stands liked to hear you

And this big teddy bear named Star Platinum was stealing you in his arms so as to make you all comfortable to read.

At first it startled you

You became used to it.

At the point that it was strange when he didn't break your ribcage in his arms.

He often brings you a lot of things since he is invisible for most of the people

There were books, all sorts of magazines (you had no idea you would consider funny a magazines about mechanics when your knowledges are limited to the motor of a car and only the most rudimentary basis)

Anything is possible after all

Star Platinum is a wonderful stand and powerful with that

You liked to see him fight

He was great at it

The powerful "ora" when it comes to end an opponent

And the even more powerful "ora" when he realizes that you watched him

Anyway. You loved him, he loved you (Polnareff too but it was somehow different)

Amazing friendship and platonical soulmates (sort of)

There wasn't anything else to say :)

Headcanons Jujutsu Kaisen (+ GN! Reader)

Main plot : you're scrolling on Instagram and you don't pay attention to your own S/O and they don't like it.

Nobara Kugisaki

Why not starting with a female character? (maybe the only one present here, sorry)

Kugisaki doesn't notice at first that your attention is completely taken by the screen in front of your eyes.

It doesn't really matter to her since she would do the same if she had her own under the condition that you would have to take her within your arms or somewhere comfortable.

Yes, she doesn't have any since she dropped it and she often requests yours to know what happens or anything else.

But, she is only genuinely curious about what you seek on social media such as Instagram, or what are the accounts getting your attention.

Yet, you don't move. Not even from an inch. As if she wasn't here, next to you, almost trying to climb your lap so as to have a sufficient view about your likings on Instagram.

Eventually, she would try to rob your phone to judge you, kindly or not, and play with you with her mischievous grin and probably helped by Gojou or Yuuji.

It's only when you are forced to get up from your couch and you run after the fools who thought they could rob your phone so easily without the fear to be punished.

Eventually, she gives back your phone and stops playing. You move to YouTube and watch some cats video or anything else to calm Kugisaki's insane mind you loved so much.

Itadori Yuuji

You were nicely settled on the couch of Jujutsu Tech and everything was going to be okay.

Lying on the furniture, scrolling down on the feed of Instagram with a lot of cats because Yuuji likes them and those little cuties invaded the posts you were usually liking instead.

Yuuji noticed you, chilling between two deadly missions and he couldn't help himself to see how you were.

Though, he doesn't get the same reaction as usual. It concerns him slightly. Did he do something wrong?

He's quickly panicking which exasperates Sukuna who calls him "silly" internally.

Your boyfriend adopts the "puppy boy technique". He tries to attract your attention by being cuter than he is always. You could have sworn you saw a tail wagging behing his back. His clinginess rises and you find yourself trapped under your boyfriend's weigh while you are just reading some short texts on your screen.

"What are you doing Yuuji?" you asked, trying to get your boyfriend on another position because it was much harder to breath with him and his whole body applying a pressure on each of your bones even though he is adorable as hell.

As a response, the boy has the sole delusional words"notice me senpai" written all over his face.

You don't get a clear answer but you understand what he means. You change your position and call Yuuji to come next to you to watch what you were doing until now.

Eventually, he got sleepy and takes a nap against you whole you pat him gently. Although, he is visibly happy so you don't disturb his rest while Sukuna talks with you.

Ryomen Sukuna

Why did you do something so reckless?

Sukuna is the one who is the least accustomed to technologies and he is rather possessive.

He woke up from a slumber that lasted thousand years so such devices as your phone, PC, whatever, were quite the discovery at first.

You had fun trying to explain what you were able to do with that stuff. Or not. Because the king of curses being the king of curses, nothing is simple with him.

Yet, right now, Sukuna didn't get the attention he wanted from you and reacts quite harshly. He wants your eyes on him every second of every day. Don't lie in that couch and pretend as if he didn't exist at all, it will make him agressive.

He stares at you with empty eyes at first.

He noticed you weren't going to come near him to talk or anything else. When Sukuna takes control of Yuuji's body he is way more silent. He could've have accepted such an excuse, as stupid as it sounded because you're a little human after all. Weak, slow-minded.

Now he was upset. He made his aura become more oppressive. As if chains were joining your neck and remove air from your ribcage. He also considered to attract within his domain but it wasn't a good idea. Yuuji might be present there and the king didn't need to involve a stupid ass such as his vessel.

It wasn't enough to make you move. Yeah, you had some Gojou vibes inside of you.

Then, a wild thought starts to cling within Sukuna's mind. What if you're tired of him? What if you want to get rid of him and uses the card of ignorance to get what you want? Actually, he has been rather harsh this morning and snapped at you things he didn't mean.

No. That's not possible. You can't get tired of him. He's so perfect despite the fact he has to share a body with Yuuji. He scrutinizes himself in a mirror, there's no blur in the reflect.

Long ago, everyone would have killed to be with him, licking his feet if needed. And YOU were in your couch, ignoring HIM. Did you have a death wish or something?

Eventually, Sukuna might think as much as he wanted, he didn't get to come to you. The answer might be not the one he didn't want at all. And, he didn't want either to say that you didn't like him anymore. You made him feel alive and free while you were spending time together. Things he didn't have anymore since he came back to life.

"Something's wrong Sukuna?" you asked, your eyes had drifted and you wondered what he thought. Was he daydreaming or anything?

Sukuna swallowed back the bitter words he was going to spit and only said "push your ass aside. I want to see what you're doing"

"Did you ever say 'please' in your former life? Your mother didn't teach you how to be polite?" you replied with an uncaring tone.

Sukuna didn't say anything more but sit next to you and shuts his mouth. As time goes on, you notice his arms locking you against him.

"Damn curse, asshole" you mutter, making your boyfriend's lip curl upwards. Sukuna was certainly going to make you regret your behavior in the bedroom.

Fushiguro Megumi

It was after he got some rest. Last mission has been tiring and he couldn't move anymore. He insisted to take a long bath and since you have to prepare for your own to come you left him rest properly within water so as to allow his muscles to relax.

Nothing big until now. Though, when Megumi's tired, he tends to be a little bit more clingy. Call that a need to be warm or reassured, I don't know but here are the facts. Nothing big here either.

This time though, Megumi thought he would never see you again. It was close and your arms were perfect for some mental rest.

You weren't accustomed to Megumi being more clingy than usual. It wasn't something regular in your relashionship and your boyfriend was quite of a distant guy. Hugs and cuddles aren't his thing.

You were scrolling down Instagram. Liking random accounts of posts you appreciated.

You sense Megumi's presence and he sits on the couch next to you. You don't pay attention to his gestures but to the words he might say.

You kept scrolling, observing the posts, being impressed by how people can be insanely talented but your lips were sealed.

Suddenly, you feel Megumi's head coming to rest on your shoulder while silence engulfed you. The sole noises came from the TikTok videos some Instagram users shared.

Then, the hand which wasn't holding your phone entwined with Megumi's. His hands were getting colder and colder.

"Do you want a cup of tea, Megumi?" you asked with a low voice so as to not disturb the moment you shared.

Your boyfriend shook his head lightly. He was getting sleepy and catching a cold is not in anyone's priority.

You opened you arms and Megumi put his legs on yours, then starts to cling to you like a kitten lacking of affection. You know very well that this situation was possible because your beloved one is tired and seeks for rest. He tried to look at the screen of your phone but your warmth shushed him.

If he wasn't already sleeping, you would have probably cracked a joke about the fact that now he was going to learn violin with Gojou. Yuuji told you your sensei was teaching 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' to him. Which is definitely priceless. Although, the joke had to wait tomorrow when Megumi's fully aware about his environment.

Finally, depending on your strength, you either lift him or wake him up so as to go to bed. He will need your special "heroes' breakfast" after all the events of these last days.

Eventually, you kiss him on the cheeks or the forehead before saying goodnight.

Gojou Satoru

It's probably gonna be funny.

You were used to Gojou being Gojou. Way too cheerful, badass, stupid, cheesy, sassy...

Breath in. Breath out. Everything's gonna be fine. He didn't do anything yet, which is ultimately dangerous. What's gonna happen?

You were scrolling down Instagram and, yet, in the atmosphere, you felt something stinky. Like electricity or clouds gathering before a storm.

Though, you let go. You were chilling on your couch, your eyes locked on the screen of your phone and everything was fine for once. You loved Gojou but he was such a human mess.

Not even a second after, a loud creak echoes in the room, the door hits the wall, a long leg appears through the doorframe, a white-haired guy with an exasperating smile on his face. It was all you were able to notice since your boyfriend was in the corner of your sight.

With time, you learnt how not to be scared of Gojou's behavior. You knew very well how he was able to look as a creep for the people around and your presence made them relieved to see someone by his side. As if he was mentally ill but he isn't alone in his disease, this detail being a relief for folks around.

You knew Gojou was an amazing sensei, you can observe it everyday. But you had some doubts about him as a human being.

Gojou literally broke into the room and you were still on your couch. You barely looked at him, used to this kind of noisy behavior.

Gojou literally walked three steps to join you. His head came so close to yours that you felt his breath on your lips.

"Hello Y/NNNNN. Did you miss me?"

"Hello Gojou" you only replied while your interlocutor got closer to kiss you softly.

Still, there was a nice post in front of your eyes. Your attention was completely drown in it.

Your white-haired boyfriend circled you in his arms and went to make you lie on the couch, his body crushing your own. He kisses you everywhere like a puppy licking your face after having been far from you for a second.

"Go-Gojou stop !" you scream before being shushed by his lips

"No way. I missed you so much. This trip in Tokyo was so long without you"

Goodness... Eventually, you allowed him to kiss you as much as he wanted. You missed him this incredible man so much too.

Getou Suguru

Sincerely the most efficient to attract your attention besides Gojou because he knows what to do.

You were enjoying your time on the beach that day, scrolling down Instagram, enjoying or not people's posts.

You heard the sand crack under someone's slow steps. You recognized the gait as Getou's.

Light. Balanced. Yeah, it was him for sure.

Mahito and the other curses were playing elsewhere with Jogo's head.

You feel Getou getting closer to you and just settling down next to you, then tries to find a confortable position and rests his head on your shoulder, caressing the skin of your arms.

You sense his touches getting stronger and stronger. He also tries to kiss you and get away the screen of your phone to have your complete attention.

"Good afternoon to you too, Getou" you greet while your boyfriend's soft hair tickles your neck, making you slightly laugh in reaction.

"Let's go inside. I wanna cuddle with you and it's too hot out there"

Eventually, you left the beach and went elsewhere, following your boyfriend who was kissing you along the way. He couldn't miss the opportunity to have you all for himself while the other curses are gone.

Characters who will probably not care about your uncaring behavior (on surface at least, which might be a different story when they think about it) :

Maki, Mai, Momo, Ieri, Nanami, Mahito, Inumaki

Will make you pay your boldness (probably with your body and it's going to be painful) :

Fushiguro Toji

Loki X male! Reader (headcanons)

English is not my main language. Sorry for the mistakes.

Warning : none. But a lot of fluff, it is also my first headcanons.

Summary: What if you were attracted by Thor and what if Loki would be in love of you ?

On Asgard, you love who you want to love. 

Meaning that if a man loves a man, who has the right to say anything about it? Same for women and for any people living here. Queen Frigga herself had a lot of people looking for her attention. 

This put aside, you were actually attracted to Prince Thor. 

Who isn’t ? He’s just kind, strong (you were too) and was always drawing your attention wherever he could be. 

Even during battles, which is clearly not really safe when people’s life is at stake (and also yours)

The day you fell for him was when you had been thrown in the air and that he went to save you like a knight in shining armour. (or more likely with a shining hammer)

He was just.... You couldn’t say anything else nor describe him. Did you ever seen something as beautiful as this man who came to save you ?

You weren’t able to think anymore either. 

He just left you half lying on the ground, your legs shaking, not able to stand or hardly, a blushing mess...Oh you must have been handsome here 

Yet, another man was interested in you. Another prince. Another god. But more evilish. A living mischief. Someone more secret, more distant from people. 

A strong warrior, well... At least, he knew how to fight. Until today, that was all what you were giving to him, the sole interest you were seeing in him. 

He was a stark contrast with his brother. That didn’t surprise you much when people spread gossip about him not being the real brother of Thor and the real son of Frigga and Odin. 

He glanced at you sometimes. You didn’t understand why. You were too busy to follow Thor when the blond-haired man was holding you, his strong arm on your shoulders and alcohol in his other hand. 

Yet, one day, you are tired of following Thor around like a little puppy during one of Odin’s banquets. You just have a drink and you look at this flaming god all the time you are far away from him.

You stay by yourself, observing the crowds. Thor vaguely waved his hand at you. Your drink was resting in your hand, and you were losing yourself in the colored liquid

You were getting sadder and sadder to receive so little of Thor’s attention. 

You heard a slight noise just next to you

Someone sat down. Someone that you weren’t expecting at all. 

It was Loki. The second prince. Yeah... This one. “surprise” would be an understatement because he mentionned more than once that you weren’t exactly what he liked as a person. 

And as said previously, you didn’t like him either. 

But he was somehow different today. It was well-known that he hated this kind of party. He was spending his time with a drink and looking with disdain to his surroundings

"What brings you here" you asked with an empty tone, not reaaaly wanting to know what it is about

"Some company. And since you seem lonely... "

His answer hadn't any importance for you. It was just to avoid a embarrassing silence between you.

You mumbled something. No one would have been able to hear it. Until Loki it seemed because a little smile made his thin lips curl upwards.

You can't help it but smiled back. How strange... He was so endearing.

You only remark it now but loneliness made you realize that Loki is actually very good looking. Like is brother. But Thor looked more like the Sun. The second prince embodied the light of the Moon and the poetic charm of the stars during a clear night. His pale skin...

If you heard yourself, you would certainly slap yourself yet a burst of laughter in the distance made you reconsider the idea of staying with Loki.

It seemed that he saw this glance. The black-haired man didn't react. Though, he couldn't prevent himself to make a snide remark so as to push you to focus on him and him only.

Loki was thinking about the blindness of his brother. You were sincerely blessed by the grace of nature. You were mesmerizing.

And Thor was occupating your thoughts while he could entertain you more than this stupid show-off and also his brother (adopted but are we going to argue?)

He would talk to you and you would answer, kindly with your voice that could push two mountains into a fight. After all, you didn't like these person around the blond Prince. They were only bugs tapping against the glass of a window and stuck in their obstinate ignorance.

Now, Loki enjoyed to see you, he has just to stretch his arm and he would be able to touch you. Yet, he wouldn't do so, he doesn't want to see you flee from him. Or using a silly excuse so as to run away.

Even with the thousands of years that you spent not so far from each other, it was finally hard to start a conversation without sounding awkward.

Stammer. A lot of stammer. You stumbled on your words. You even doubted of your ability to speak to one another.

But you decided you had nothing to lose by exchanging with the prince so you just started about the fact that the party was going to be too noisy for your taste. Most of the people were becoming drunk and the last ones who were reasonable got back to theirs quarters.

You decided that you would leave. Though, as the evening and then the night passed over Asgard, you grew sort of attached to Loki.

He was clearly not the man you thought he was.

Besides his obvious charm, he was witty, listening to whatever you would say, even the worst jokes you had, ready to exchange your point of view on different topics.

You didn't think at all that he would be so interesting. You had to admit that he wasn't so dull.

It took a certain time to get you to talk again to each other. And each time, you weren't able to let him go that easily.

When did you acknowledge how handsome he was both inside and outside?

Loki has pretty well seen how he managed to melt this icy armour you were wearing around your heart when it comes to see each other. He was touching your soul and he was pleased of it.

Loki was happy because you weren't listening all the rumors that people liked to spread about him.

For you, he wasn't embodying only Mischief, but also humanity. He was just asking to people to look at him like the person he was.

True. He had done awful things but... Look at him. Swallowed by Thor's shadow, not even existing for the Argardians. He was only "Thor's brother". Just a pale copy, a missed thing next to his flaming brother.

And... He would never forget when you came to him, while Thor's little puppies managed hurt him through all the sass and sarcasm that his reputation was made of.

He felt like his soul was shattered. The feeling of being split up by bitterness and anger against his brother's popularity.

"You know, Loki... The moon and the stars may be invisible during the day. It doesn't mean they are not here. You are not some shadow. You are Loki, god of Mischief and an incredible man"

"I am no such things." he snapped back, tears almost falling from his beautiful eyes.

"You are. You are the most shining star I've ever met. Even hidden by clouds on a rainy day, I would still look for you because without you, I feel as if I was lost"

It sounded like a confession. Loki had dreamed of such words for himself, from you or from anyone. Someone who accepted him as he was. And that was priceless for him.

Loki would feel his heart warm up, like when fire magic was running trough his veins. But he felt free from all of those negative sentiments.

He could not forget either the way your arms sneaked to his shoulders and when you attracted him against your chest.

When did anyone hold him this way for the last time ? He wasn't able to remember. He just felt air coming inside of you and getting out by the same path along your ribcage.

He was happy. Just happy. Nothing else.

Was he dreaming when you got closer to him, your breath mixing together and your warm lips against his and your hand brushing the skin of his cheek?

Loki obviously didn't refuse the most elegant and aethereal kiss he has ever got from a long time.

He was not dreaming after all. When you separate Loki felt the desire to come to you again and make you understand he was all yours.

After all this time while he was craving for your attention, he finally got it.

He got even more. You were the world for him and he was yours. Asgard, Midgard... All of this didn't matter anymore as long as you were together.

You were happy and in love. You had forgotten Thor since a long time now. You had your own little star.

Alone in the dark (Shindo Ainosuke X Male Reader)

Summary : When Ainosuke seeks for relief in unknown arms and finds you.

TW : NSFW. Mentions of alcohol. Drunk sex... (and still my awful English, sorry)

A/N: Even after all this time, the poison this character inspires and inoculates is still hard to handle. I love him.

A shadow. He was only and he is only the poor pale specter of his past. Far and alone from the path to go home and the fire of relief Tadashi was able to lit in him. The latter or anyone who could make him a better man than he was right now. He needed so much right now. Forget was such a beautiful word and an unreachable goal. He wanted to be drunk, to allow alcohol soothe his aching body. His needs changed of nature, turned into something else. Gut-wrenching passion was making itself echoing through his skull, his mind. Everywhere.

The urging pressure of desire was unsatisfied. His roaming, bold hands were climbing along your leg. The blue-haired man was probably unaware of the whore-like appearance he got. Not a detail you seemed to care about either. He wanted you so much. The stab of hunger was penetrating further in his insides, taking his breath away as well as the last shreds of wisdom he possessed.

"Please..." Adam begged unconsciously in a whisper.

A veil was covering his senses. The world was silent around that man, yet so busy by people in that bar, stuffed of strippers and explicit musics, among the calls of human dirt, screams in the distance where he could not locate. A bliss in that disgusting universe. Adam felt himself climb on someone's lap, thrusting like a dog to get some pleasure. Some seconds, a song he was able to recognize, money and a few words after, he felt dragged in an elevator. There, Ainosuke didn't bother anymore to act like a civilized man. The coldness of the wall was maintaining him while he got undressed for you. A sort of regain of control shook him but your hands were already caressing his skin.

Finally. He would get what he craved for. Love. Passion. Desire. The feeling went unsufferably strong and he begged again for more. Longing was strangling Ainosuke, your lips on his were lightly, patiently, intimately bringing him to the verge of insanity. Your kisses, slow, sweet, unbearable made him consider for a second the idea to stop this fall into despair and nonsense. Yet, he found it so hard to avoid, so naturally bearable like his humanity. Chaos, shame, sin fitted him like his suit when he goes to S.

"Please. I... Need more..." Asked Adam.

Suddenly, the soft fabric of sheets fell on his back. Even though it was quite the contrary. Your lips. Your body. Your presence. Your pressure. He needed it hundred times stronger.

"Look at me." You ordered, vour voice sharp as a blade cutting through Adam's skin.

He did so. Crossing your image above him. You were so desirable, so charming. He needed you entirely.

"My name's Y/N."

"Y/N" Ainosuke repeated while his world turned into a hazy landscape.

He was watching his world dance, fall to rise again, shake at the rythm of his eyelids opening or shutting. Sometimes it was mere backflow or a slow stroboscope cutting each of your moves. Ainosuke felt like he was in heaven, caressed, loved passionately while his body and aching for much. As if he was craving for powerfulness in some types of music but even heavy metal wasn't giving him the beat he was looking for. That was fustrating and he didn't know you sufficiently to judge on your performance. Except that his internal microcosm has been intruded by some pain. Even though alcohol numbed everything, the cock pulsing and rubbing new intimate parts of him was driving Adam crazy.

You sensed your that blue-haired man lose his mind, giving all the shallow praise you needed in his screams of pleasure. Yet you knew he wasn't himself fully. Your tight grip over your nameless partner got stronger as time went on. To the point you were leaving marks on his delicate ivory skin. You couldn't help when you saw him get on your lap and thrusting on your thighs to excite your desire. He moaned shamelessly when you grabbed his ass and told him all these dirty words. He didn't bother either when you were nearly tearing up his clothes between your eager hands. And when he cummed for the first time, without realizing it. He was miles away from the moment, in the drunken people's realm.

Besides the blurry and limited world before him, Adam never felt so well since such a long time. He was even considering if he ever felt so alive. Your thrusts inside of him got him drowning lower and lower in his hazy world. When he cummed for the third time, a thunderbolt seemed to wake him up. His muscles tensed up, without warning but he wasn't able to do anything except accepting to open his mouth and lick your dick like the whore he was. His clingy tongue was perfectly fine and your delicious reactions made his heart flutter for no reason.

Maybe was it the thought he was pleasing someone without figurative leash around his neck? Maybe because it was you and his body responded so well to every of your desire? No. It couldn't be this way. He didn't know you. He felt you somehow, he was drinking to liquid pleasure, adrenaline was poisoning him, fear, loneliness, Tadashi's reject... Everything was meaninglessly mixing within his haunted mind. He didn't want to know. His sole purpose was your pleasure. He might behave like a slut but he didn't care. You were here, all alone in this hotel and he want towards you, craving like a dog in heat. He got what he asked, even this creampie all over his face.

- Come here. You ordered simply.

Adam obeyed swiftly, way too much maybe. The blue-haired man sensed you kiss the places where you left those beautiful marks of the pleasure he gave you. You were sometimes sucking, biting, licking and so on. He wanted you. He needed you again to find again this hazy state he was so good within. Ainosuke felt you hot, divine mouth around his cock. Whereas you left a trail of saliva along his shaft, you got lower and lower until you were able to make him comply without discussion to your touch.

Your fingers caressed him nicely though your tongue was making him see the stars and beyond. You made out several times after, Adam was near to faint. His body was still replying to your touch but his moans seemed as if they were muffled. He was reaching the end of his forces, surrendering totally. He cummed another time then just left himself go into sleep's arms. Night was going to be short enough, you would leave him rest in the bed. Yet, you just got on your legs and went to seek out for a towel or something to allow your nameless lover to be clean.

As drunk and out of mind he was, you surely thought he wouldn't complain about some rest. You got him rid of all the cum spread on his cheeks and his face and covered him with the bed's blankets. You considered leaving without a word but it was such a nice experience with that blue-haired man that you didn't want to forget. Yet, your so-called wife and your children wouldn't allow it to happen. You weren't fated to love a man. A businessman like you has no right to do so, it would provoke inevitably an impact on your life and you didn't want this to happen, whatever it would have taken from you.

It's with this mindset that you left the room but the touch of this smooth skin, the confortable haze clouding your best jugement would still linger a little more on you. You had an appointment with a family named Shindo several hours after and getting some rest would be appreciated. It was apparently about some investments for some politics carrier.