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Eisley Wiseman from Mind Blind as drawn by the amazing @raspberriesandstrawberries 💖💖

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smoke me broke (I don't care I'm down for what you want)

Kent Zarneki x f!Button | mind blind | rating: M | post-canon, established relationships, bondage (shibari), spanking, shameless smut| summary: One thing can be said about Kent Zarneki-- he'll try anything at least once.

If there was one thing that could be said about dating Kent Zarneki, it was never boring. And that was entirely because, at the core of things, Button knew she could talk to him about anything.

Anything.

It had started simply enough. A spur of the moment thing. In the midst of a very vigorous bout of lovemaking, she had asked him to spank her. And he, without losing his rhythm, had asked if she wanted firm or gentle.

After, they had talked at length on the subject. What she liked about it, what he liked— what they had fantasized and what more they wanted to explore. They started with little things. Ice-cubes and blindfolds and simple knotted scarves of silk. It was playful at times and incredibly intense at others.

She liked them both, but god when Kent got into the moment? His eyes darkened to a steel grey, thrusts hard and his grip tight on her hips? The only intelligible word amongst her babble of moans and praises was his name, a plea he understood to mean don’t stop.

That intensity was in his eyes now, but not with the same— fervor. Instead it was the intensity of extreme concentration, his eyes darting from her and then to the book on the floor and back to the red ropes he was fastening across her chest.

She had always wanted to give shibari a try, and Kent was not one to shy from the challenge. It was actually a bit relaxing with Kent taking time to tug and check and then re-check the knots and ties, making sure she was comfortable as she sat crossed legged on their bedroom floor in nothing but a bralette and panties.

It was almost enough to make her nod off a few times, totally pliant and relaxed in his hands. They had started with a basic chest harness, the firm pressure beneath and below her breasts an oddly pleasant sensation. She felt very— aware of her body. More aware than Kent seemed to be, his eyes fixed solidly again on the book which had begun detailing how to combine the chest harness with an arm binding.

“Is this okay?” He asked, and Button turned to look at the diagram.

“Sure, you have the sheers right?” Kent nodded and put the pair of scissors they had already tested for sharpness and effectiveness on the rope into her view. It made the tiny little ball of anxiety she felt at the premise of having her arms secured behind her back loosen.

“Where do you need me?”

Kent gently took her arms and set them behind her back.

“Straight, or folded?” Kent asked, letting her feel both positions before she decided.

“Folded. Seems more comfortable.”

Kent hummed an affirmative and set her wrists together. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then to the nape of neck, bared with her hair tied up and out of the way.

“Tell me if it is too tight,” he said and then fell back into a meditative silence as he once again returned to reading the book.

Button took in a breath, the ropes pulled taunt against her and dug gently into her skin. If someone had told her she’d feel this relaxed being tied up for what was supposed to lead up to sex? She would have been very skeptical. Despite the gentle intimacy Kent lavished on her as he went, it was less passion based and more— comforting. As if they were working a crossword puzzle together, not fastening her into a bondage harness.

Was he even into this? Kent was diligently working on the knots once again, but nothing about his demeanor or his touch felt very aroused. Though Button couldn’t say she was disappointed. If anything, the experience was nice for her. The first few moments of preparing the rope and the first bits of tying the air had been crackling with tension and excitement, but after it became obvious this was a process that took time that crackle faded to a simmer and now had all but left the room.

Yet still, Button found she enjoyed the subtle pull across her skin. The hyper-awareness that was growing in her chest and her arms at the compression. She looked down and thought with a small smirk of satisfaction, If anything, it is making my tits look really good. The ropes had given her an added “lift” and she was pretty certain there was a slight swelling effect from the pressure too.

She wondered, with a sudden press of her thighs, if her nipples would be more sensitive from it. That thought alone was enough to make heat creep back up the nape of her neck, the relaxed feeling still there but beginning to quicken once more as Kent’s hands diligently finished up the restraints on her arms.

“That’s all— I think,” Kent said and Button half turned back towards him. He was looking at the pictures again to compare his work with them. It wasn’t perfect, but it was definitely damn close to it. Button gave a little wiggle, feeling comfortable and not at all claustrophobic as she had feared.

“Is it okay? Does it hurt anywhere?” Kent asked, and she sat up on her knees and turned around completely as best she could without toppling over.

“It feels good. Not too tight, not too loose,” she gave another experimental wiggle, sitting back down on her legs as she stared down at herself as best she could. The red was very pretty against her skin and the dark black fabric of her lacy undergarments. She felt— quite sexy, to be honest. Which was precisely what she had been hoping for.

Kent had lifted up the book, dark brows furrowed in thought as he continued to read over the words. Button held back a sigh. It looked like she was the only one who thought that way. She never thought he would get this interested in knot-tying, she only wished it was less an academic interest and more an erotic interest.

“I think I missed a decorative part,” Kent said lowly.

“That’s okay, I think it looks good like this. I really like the way it crosses on my chest.”

Kent’s eyes flicked up from the book, “It’s a star harness.”

His eyes did not go back to the book. It seemed as if, for the first time that afternoon, Kent was actually looking at her. Not at the ropes, not at the knots— but at the way they pushed her breasts out fuller… the way she moved, shoulders flexing and arms resisting just a little against the binds.

Something darkened in his expression— and it was the kind of intensity she recognized was entirely separate from concentration. Button felt a whoosh go through her, accompanied by a sharp pleasant pang in her center. She let her eyelids fall, a soft smile inched on her lips.

“How do I look?”

Kent didn’t respond, but the snap of the book closing in his hand was reply enough. He sat up, still in only his boxers (it was only fair if she was mostly naked) and moved over to her, his touch no longer meant to examine his workmanship but to explore it. His fingertips touched across her stomach, rose up and gently he cupped her breast in one hand and let his thumb sweep over the peak.

Button shivered, delighted to find the pressure did make everything more sensitive. One more pass of his thumb was enough to have her nipple pebbled up and hard beneath his touch. The softness of the silk bralette enhancing the sensation more.

“Too tight?” Kent asked, his voice low, silver eyes darkened with the fullness of his blown out pupils.

“No… it’s perfect,” Button whispered, matching his tone, “Kent…”

His eyes flicked up from her body to her own once more.

“You did a good job… now I would very much like you to keep touching me. And then I would very much like you to fuck me.”

If there was another thing to be said about dating Kent Zarneki, he did not need to be told twice.

Kent all but surged forward, captured her in his arms and kissed her senseless. She did not realize what a short reprieve it was meant to be before he carefully laid her out, not on the nearby bed, but right there on the floor. Button arched her back to take the pressure off her folded arms, wondering silently if that was part of the intent behind this harness. She bent her knees, even before Kent had slid his hands beneath them and pulled them apart to fit himself between them.

His palm dragged over her ribs, down her flank and finally smoothed up her thigh. He let his fingertips catch on the hem of her panties, tugging, but not pulling them down. She wiggled again, confounded with the new found situation of not being able to touch him. Kent pressed a kiss on the bared V of skin between her breasts, his tongue following the curve with a gentle swipe. His teeth set gently on the risen swell of her cleavage, replaced in time by a soft suction. She arched into his mouth, sparks shooting across her skin and making her wish his mouth was somewhere more sensitive. As if reading her thoughts, his hand came away from her thigh to cup her breast. He rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, a jolt shocking down her spine as she all but gasped out a moan.

It was easy enough to push the thin fabric aside, exposing her breast to his lips and his teeth, clamped gently around the swollen nub as he tugged and squeezed. Button rolled her hips against him, desperate to rub the hard length that pressed out between his thighs against her apex. Kent, with a faint chuckle, lifted his hips away. Button felt a sobering feeling crash over her of being entirely, completely, at his mercy. If she hadn’t been wet before, she was now, her body instinctively clutching at nothing in anticipation of having him inside her.

“Kent…” she half whined, “Come back…”

He smiled— the sharp, sensuous one she had come to see when he was feeling very confident in himself. And right now, he had every reason to be. She knew she looked a mess, flushed down to her sternum, body hot and writhing just from having her breasts toyed with. She tried to press her thighs together where he had extricated himself, but a firm hand moved between to press them apart.

That same hand then came down with a firm smack on her inner thigh. Button all but keened.

“Keep them open,” Kent ordered, his voice somehow still gentle even still. He settled back to admiring her at his leisure, tugging her bralette open completely. He pressed her breasts together, the rope rough against her skin as he leaned down and nipped at the tops until she was practically begging him to put his mouth on her. He obliged her and licked one nippled into his mouth, tongue rolling over and over it as he gently sucked. Button all but arched right off the god damn floor, a shaker exhale escaping her before he switched and paid the same attention to the other.

He trailed open mouth kisses from her sternum to her throat, his tongue swiped across her pulse point. He hovered above her, braced on his forearms and with a teasing glint in his eyes cocked his head slightly.

“Kiss me,” he said and Button again pressed up from the floor as best she was able— only to have him pull back just out of reach. She whined softly, the denial both frustrating and so damn good.

“No?” He teased and just as she tired and dropped back down he would lean down near again. Button lifted again and silently wished she put more effort into “arm day” in their home gym.

This time though, Kent did not pull away. He sunk into the kiss, let her in turn relax back down beneath him with a contented sigh against his mouth.

“I want to do something. Can I sit you up?”

Button nodded her head, thoughts fuzzy and warm and very very content. Kent helped her sit up and then turn over on her knees. The carpet was mercifully soft, but Button was still relieved to have the pressure off her arms. Kent stood only to take a few pillows off the bed, arranging them in front of where Button kneeled. She watched curiously, until Kent settled behind her once more. He gripped the rope around her arms firmly in one hand, the other rested between her shoulder blades. Button understood where this was going before he spoke a word and with a very enthusiastic sound, let him press her down unto the soft pillows, her cheek turned against them.

The pillows helped support her waist, letting her rest down on the stack of them comfortably with her hips raised in the air. Kent’s hand smoothed over the curve of her ass and Button hummed contently.

“Yes, please,” She all but purred, toes curling when his hand lifted and came back across in a firm smack.

“Good?” He murmured, both hands coming to caress down her thighs and back up as he drew her flush against his pelvis.

“Harder,” Button breathed and felt a sharp thrill go through her stomach as her request was granted. She moaned his name, thrust herself back against him and felt the hardened bulge of his cock press against her.

“Kent… Kent, please.”

Kent hummed, a satisfied sound of approval. Gently, he peeled her panties down to her knees, the fabric keeping her from spreading her legs as wide as she wished to. Even still, she felt exposed— even more so when Kent slid his hands inward and used his thumbs to spread her open, the air cold against her warm, wet center. And then his thumb was inside her, pressed out against her walls as he tugged and worked her open languidly— as if he had all the time in the world to admire the way she trembled and jerked beneath him.

He withdrew his thumb and replaced it with his index and middle finger, curling the digits as he sought out the space deep within the apex of her walls that would have her trying to fuck herself back on his hand.

“Stay still… just a little bit longer,” Kent murmured, the gentleness in his tone disguising the order there. Button muffled a groan of utter aroused exasperation into the pillow and tried to ignore the way her thighs were already beginning to tremble.

“That’s my sweet girl.”

God damn him. Button half sobbed with relief when he brushed his thumb up and at last brushed a light, near teasing touch against her clit. His fingers withdrew, leaving her desperately, horribly, empty. But that emptiness did not last long. Button turned her cheek once more and looked over her shoulder just long enough to confirm Kent was pushing down his boxers. The tip of his head kissed against her entrance and once again he pressed her open and apart. He rubbed himself up and down, a question forming and dying on his lips as Button answered before he could even ask.

“Yes— yes. Yesyesyes, please. Kent, please, please—“

The teasing touch was gone. Kent gripped her hips fiercely and brought her back against him with a sharp snap of his own. In one stroke, he seated himself fully inside her, the air punched from him as he moaned half as desperate as she did.

All that control, all that patience snapped as surely as sheers through red rope. Kent was insatiable, relentless. The lewd slap of his hips against her ass nearly as loud as his hand had been. His hands moved from her waist to her arms. The support of his grip let her lift herself up, able to at last use the leverage to grind and push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

It was good— too god damn good and overwhelming and mind numbingly intense. Button silently apologized to any Ment who had the misfortune of being in her brain range right now, because all she could think, all she could broadcast in loud, shattering clarity was the fullness of Kent’s cock inside her. The wet, satisfying pull and push of it. The way that even without him touching her clit she could feel the thick ridge of his head bumping and spurring on an orgasm that was building from the soft, sensitive spot right before her cervix. How when he thrust forward just right he would bump against it, the ache and the pleasure all mixed up until it was all she could think of.

Kent let out a ragged, harsh breath and Button felt the slick, warm wetness of his release flood inside her. She was so close, so close—

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, half out of her mind with that need to push just a little further. Her voice was a needy whimper as she quickened her own pace, chasing that prickling, itching sensation that was still growing steadily more intense inside her.

“Don’t stop, don't stop—!“

She’d get her wish. Kent let her fall gently back forward, his hand between her thighs, fingertips pressed against there clit as he rubbed— one, two, three firm circles and then she was gone. Her entire body seized with the intensity of her orgasm, her walls clutching, positively milking Kent for all he was worth— for all she was worth. He crumpled forward, his forehead pressed against her shoulder, curled over her as he panted, breathless and spent. A long, low moan choked from Kent’s throat as he rooted himself as deeply as he could. He rocked against her gently, riding out the final waves of his own release in the firm pull of the spasms that still rocked through her core.

The come down was hard. Both gasping in lungfuls of air as the sweat that had beaded on their skin slid and mingled together where they met. Without the endorphins rushing through her, Button noted her arms felt stiff. The rush was keeping her from caring too much about how the rope had begun to scrape and irritate her skin, too boneless and exhausted to do more than wiggle her hips back and forth, still enjoying the sensation of being full of Kent.

The come down also meant she got to feel that rush. That all consuming feeling of utter adoration and impossible heart-breaking completelness she felt in his arms. She all but cooed her contentment.

But in the end, someone had to start thinking rationally again, and thankfully for her it was Kent who finally pushed himself up, fumbled for the sheers and with little ceremony, cut her free. He could have taken the time to untie her to save the rope— but honestly, Button was grateful for the expediency. The cord had left patterns indented into her skin, patterns Kent gently rubbed the moment her arms were free.

Button collapsed unto the pillows, chest still half heaving as she stared, dazed up at him. When Kent’s grey eyes finally met hers, she gifted him with a bright, wild smile.

“… that was so fucking fun.”

It took only a moment for him to return it, wide enough that his two crooked bottom teeth showed. Kent didn’t need to say anything. The way he bonelessly tipped over and came to lay beside her said it all. They were both a mess— his pelvis slick and covered with her release just as his own was beginning to slip out from inside her— but Button couldn’t find a single fuck to give about it.

Kent gently lifted her arm up, eyeing the marks around her wrists. He brought her arm down then and kissed them.

“Didn’t hurt?”

“Not at all,” Button mumbled back, turning to nestle against his side, not caring he was sticky and hot as she was.

“Not in a bad way, I mean,” she said, feeling giddy and light. Kent’s breathing had begun to even out, but his pulse continued to hammer beneath his flushed skin.

“So…” Button trailed, lifting herself up to rest on her arms even as her body ached in protest. It was a good ache, the kind of deep seated one that made her content for days.

“… did you like it?”

Kent huffed out an incredulous laugh.

“Yes.”

Whatever doubts Button might have had about Kent being into this shibari thing? Definitely gone. She pecked a gentle kiss against his lips, happy to have him pliant and melting beneath her for once as she did so.

The shower that followed would be heavenly. But for now, she pressed against his side, an easy breath exhaling from her chest when he trailed his fingertips up and down her shoulder with gentle tenderness.

#nsft #mind blind fanfic #kent zarneki x button #kent zarneki x f!button #mind blind cog #THIS IS SO SHAMELESS #IS ANYONE EVEN IC? I JUST WANTED TO WRITE SMUT OK #TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT SJFNSJNFJ #lemon #minors dni #oc; eisley wiseman #the idea was entirely inspired by the fact i thought if kent tried shibari he would get way too into making it look perfect #and need a minute to go 'oh wait this is sexy' #the title ofc is from talking body by tove lo #there is no artistry here folks #it is pure smut

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I did this picrew for my girls: Eisley Wiseman (mb), Dakota Blue (bc), Louisa Bardot (twc) and Enaid Sederis (attollo)!

If you haven’t been already I tag @indorilnerevarine @anotherbeingsworld @taliaferros @sagedumortain @trvelyans @brightpinkpeppercorn @rosykims and any other folks who wanna do it!

#tag games #tag game #picrew #oc; eisley wiseman #oc; dakota blue #oc; louisa bardot #oc; enaid sederis

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— WHAT COLOR CHARACTER ARE YOU

Finally getting around to this uquiz I was tagged to do for some girls by the lovely @indorilnerevarine I will be doing my main four IF babes at present! I tag @anotherbeingsworld @taliaferros @rosykims @brightpinkpeppercorn @sagedumortain and anyone else who wants to do it!

EISLEY WISEMAN (mb)

- red character.

Red characters tend to be both quiet and observant as well as loud and dramatic. They are often brash and impulsive, and tend to act on instinct rather than planning ahead. They are quite self-sacrificing, often veering into self-destructive, and they push themselves to their limits trying to succeed. They tend to be stubborn, and it might take a lot to change their mind. They have a hard time expressing their feelings, and may come off as either emotionless, self-absorbed, or perpetually angry. They don’t have a ton of friends, and when they do, it’s often by circumstance rather than choice (although they grow to fiercely love their friends). They are not usually innately good at fitting into social situations, and can be awkward and out of place in them. They can come off as unhumorous because of how sincere and honest they tend to be, but tend to just have a dryer, sarcastic sense of humor. They do often think of others first, but their motivations for it might not be entirely selfless. They usually have a hard time conceivably lying, and are quite earnest without meaning to be.They put their full effort into what they do, and push themselves to improve at all costs. They get easily defensive, and feel like they have to prove themselves to earn anyone’s respect. They have a strong sense of internal morality and high standards for themselves. They also hold others to their internal high standards, which can cause a lot of conflict if not worked out. They tend to have bad relationships with their parental figures, who were usually either absent or abusive, and contributed to their toxic view of themselves. At their core, red characters want to be loved and accepted, but have often been denied it, leading them to build up lots of defenses. Others need to be patient with them and give them a safe space to be themselves as they open up and begin to flourish.

DAKOTA BLUE (bc)

- orange character.

Orange characters are charismatic and talented. They push themselves to be the best at everything they put their mind to, and get upset when they can’t meet their own standards. They tend to be prodigies, seeming almost superhuman in their genius or abilities, but they often base their self-worth off of how well they can perform, making them feel isolated from the others around them. While most people see orange characters as cocky and self-absorbed, they are actually quite insecure in themselves. They want attention and validation from others, but because of their faux confidence and the constant (and often somewhat empty) praise from the people around them, the people that are truly closest to them often withhold it from them. This often leads them to push themselves beyond their limits to succeed and/or act out in unhealthy and self-destructive ways, in an effort to get some kind of recognition. These characters seek to impress, and have a hard time telling praise from love. They have a constant need to be the hero, in whatever context that means for them. These characters usually have a sense of humor and wit that can tend to flatter themselves (although much of what they say is rooted in truth), but it’s contrasting to some of their more self-deprecating natures. They can be serious loners, since they isolate themselves from others in an attempt to protect themselves. Although they would never admit it, they crave acceptance and belonging. Others generally don’t see this, because orange characters are loathe to admit weakness and build up defenses by making it clear that they don’t care what others think, although they do. In childhood, it is likely that their parental figures were either absent or abusive, often holding them up to high standards while not providing enough positive reinforcement. Other characters need to treat orange characters not as an annoyance, or give up on them quickly, but to make it clear that they are willing to love and support them regardless of how useful they can be, and to voice compliments where they are due.

ENAID SEDERIS (attollo)

- dark blue character.

Dark Blue characters are kindhearted and responsible, driven to care for others around them. They are good at strategizing in the heat of the moment, but are also quite impulsive and rush into things without a plan when they are fired up. While calm people and patient teachers, they are quite hotheaded and not afraid to stand up for what they believe in. Their sense of morality guides them, both into battle, and into healing. They get along with a wide range of people, but do have a temper that causes them to get into short-lived disagreements. They don’t like to be seen as inferior, as much of their strength comes from the softness inside of them. They like being needed and helpful, and want people to agree that they know what’s best for them, although others can get annoyed at what they perceive as nagging. They take turns being the voice of reason and the reason for the voice. They can hold their own, and believe in respecting everyone as long as everyone is respectful in turn. They often had to grow up fast and mature early, which they both take pride in and resent. They are likely to join a just cause on a whim, and do what it takes to develop the skillset they need to best help the cause, although they prefer to be at the center of the action. If they feel no one is doing anything and it needs to be done, they’ll step in. They are often close to prodigies, having some sort of incredible skill that they can expertly hone. They are inspirational and have a lot of emotional maturity. They can both maneuver people through their hardships and inspire them to rise up. They can often ignore their own feelings and needs in the process of being a sort of martyr for others, however, and can grow resentful when no one pays attention to them like they do for others. Dark blue characters need people in their lives who will encourage and uplift them in whatever cause they choose to support, as well as give them space to talk out their feelings. They also need others who will recognize when they are taking too much responsibility on, and take some time to give them care and support and affirm their willingness to care.

LOUISA BARDOT (twc)

- pink character.

Pink characters are generally sweet and nice people who care about their friends deeply. They don’t often chose to be a part of the action, but instead get swept up in it almost against their will. They often aren’t fully equipped for the situations that are thrown at them, and can have a lot of feelings of inadequacy as a result. They don’t tend to be fighters, often preferring learning and discovery to anything else. They will go along with risky plans in order to help their group of friends or organization that they’re close to, but they’re generally terrified of whatever they’re doing. They are lighthearted and have a good sense of humor, fun to banter with but finding it hard to be genuinely mean to others. They are pretty emotional and sensitive, which turns out to be one of their greatest strengths. They have a lot of emotional maturity and are good at recognizing others’ needs. They are one of the voices of reason amongst a group of often impulsive people, which manifests itself in ways that others might dismiss as paranoia. (It is in some ways, but their fear of what might go wrong is also a crucial step to making the planning process so sound.) Even around people who care about them, they can tend to be the butt of the joke, and don’t have healthy boundaries to stop it. As they grow, they don’t necessarily become less fearful, but they do have a stronger sense of courage to get through their fears. They are compassionate friends and often do small things to show that they are thinking of the people are around them. They are dependable and trustworthy and a good ally to have. Pink characters need people around them who won’t mock them for being sensitive or having fears, but will validate their feelings and encourage them to overcome their doubts about themselves. They need their boundaries to be encouraged and respected, and for others not to pressure them into doing something they’ve said no to.

#tag game #uquiz #oc; eisley wiseman #oc; dakota blue #oc; enaid sederis #oc; louisa bardot #interactive fiction ocs

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Couples picrew!!!! Y’all should do it too~

Chase Trinaeste x Achillea Shrike (shoh) | Kent Zarneki x Eisley Wiseman (mb) | Dreamwalker x Enaid Sederis (attollo)

#oc; achillea shrike #oc; eisley wiseman #oc; enaid sederis #picrew

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I was tagged by @indorilnerevarine to post some girlies with this picrew

Eisley Wiseman (mb) | Achillea Shrike (shoh) | Enaid Sederis (attollo) | Shion Mori (fhr) | Louisa Bardot (twc) | Dakota Blue (bc)

#picrew #oc; eisley wiseman #oc; achillea shrike #oc; enaid sederis #oc; shion mori #oc; louisa bardot #oc; dakota blue

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I was tagged by @indorilnerevarine to do this cute doll maker!

Eisley Wiseman (MB) || Louisa Bardot (twc) ||

Enaid Sederis (Attollo) || Dakota Blue (bc) ||

I tag @griffin-wood @rosykims @sagedumortain @trvelyans @brightpinkpeppercorn @taliaferros no pressure!!

#tag games #doll maker #oc; eisley wiseman #oc; louisa bardot #oc; enaid sederis #oc; dakota blue

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Make sure to bury all that you can (make sure to leave a trace of a man)

Kent Zarneki x f!Button | mind blind | rating: T | post-canon, established relationships, hurt & comfort | summary: Kent returns home from a difficult mission.

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Some missions, no matter the outcome, all took a piece. Sometimes those pieces were small, easily regenerated things, recovered with sleep and quiet boring days of paperwork and pencil pushing.

But some missions? Some missions took a big piece.

Button heard of some of the details, read the briefing on her tablet while she lounged, half-worry in bed. A gang fight had spilled into a residential area and in desperation, a Ment member had taken over the mind of a civilian... had used them as a cover. Made them appear to be part of the gang.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t something the team learned until after the civilian had been taken down. They were alive, but critical. Laying in a hospital, injured not by the “bad guys” but by the “good ones”.

And that alone was upsetting for anyone. But for Kent, it was a double edged sword.

He hadn’t even removed his tactical suit when he opened their bedroom door and after a moment, slowly crawled into bed with her. Even now he was still done up in black, the shielding heavy across Button’s lower body as he lay, completely still on top her, his face buried in the soft material of her sweater, just below her breasts.

The only reason she even knew he was still awake was because of his hands, bunched tightly in the fabric behind her back. Every once and awhile, his arms would tighten around her, his body rigid and growing with tension until she felt him tremble from it.

Button just held him. Soothed her fingers through his hair and rubbed circles on his upper back, sometimes softly murmuring, “I’ve got you.”

Kent relaxed into her, turning his cheek against her stomach with a deep sigh, the sound catching just barely in his throat.

“I know you don’t wanna hear this, but... it wasn’t your fault.”

He didn’t reply.

“How could you have known?”

“A Ment would have.”

And there it was. Button knew it was partly about the civilian, but it was partly about something else. Something closer, something more personal and more painful. When that man was taken over, forced to act against his will, it would be impossible for Kent not to see the similarities. To think of his mother.

“Grayson wouldn’t have and he is a Ment,” she said, “Or Sally. Even Nick would have needed more time and there wasn’t any. People were in danger. You saved them.”

“All except one.”

“They’re still alive, aren’t they?”

Kent breathed out slowly, “For now.”

“Bit grim and fatalistic of you, Kenzie.”

“I am grim and fatalistic.”

Her heart flickered sharply with worry.

“And dirty.” Button added, swiping her thumb across his cheek both in an effort to remove a trace of grit and for the sheer act of touching. His eyes were barely open to start and at the touch, he closed them entirely.

She used the back of her knuckles, drawing them across his face and back up into his hair line. Kent let out another slow breath.

“You’ll be more comfortable outta this getup.” Button suggested quietly, shifting to sit up only to feel his arms tighten further, holding her fast.

“Kent?”

He’d turned his face back into her stomach, hidden from view. His voice was muffled when he spoke.

“I’m tired.”

“I know. Let me help.”

There were straps easily accessible on his shoulders, so Button started with those, giving Kent time to will himself up to kneel astride her legs and let her tug the carbon polymer chest piece free. He wore more armor than Grayson, the suit designed to protect from knives or ballistics and covering more surface area.

Button was making work of the protective guards around his left forearm when Kent leaned forward and buried his face into her neck.

It wasn’t the most practical position, but she made it work, feeling the exhaustion radiating from him in every sluggish movement he made. It was more to do with the adrenaline come down than true physical exhaustion, something Button was familiar with from her own days right after the “incident” with her mother... so much time spent teetering between one anxiety attack and the next.

Button discarded the gauntlets off the edge of the bed, ignoring their harsh clatter as she reached around Kent and unattached the back piece that protected his spine. His silhouette was altered by the bulk of the armor, and now without it, he felt more like her Kent. The one she fell asleep next to every night, who smiled at her when he handed her a morning coffee and kissed her on the steps of Aeon before they parted to their respective places for the day.

Button sat up a bit taller, reaching behind Kent’s neck to tug on the high-necked black shirt he wore beneath. He got the message, ducking down and allowing her to pull it off over his head. Button hissed in sympathy when she noted a patch of quickly darkening bruises along the right side of his ribs.

“You got shot?” She says, her voice falling to a whisper.

“Yeah.” Kent said with a shrug, his nonchalance at taking one in the vest doing nothing to console her. She ghosted herself fingertips near the bruise, feeling his muscles flex as he shied away from the touch.

Button leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his chest. His bare hands also sported bruises, dotted over his knuckles, reddening his pale skin. Button kissed each one. She had moved to do the same to his other hand when Kent tugged them both free, tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back and to the side. His mouth slanted against hers, lips already parted. Kent didn’t often kiss her this way. Hot, demanding, over eager. His tongue slid over her bottom lip, barely waiting for permission before he licked into her opened mouth.

The kiss was bruising, desperate and in short— not about kissing.

Button turned her face away, his lips trailing across her cheek at the movement. Whatever had come over him faded as quickly as it sparked.

“I’m… sorry. I didn’t— I…”

“You’re hyped up don’t be sorry. I get it. Normally I’d be downright thrilled.”

Kent didn't reply, but Button could tell it wasn’t because he had nothing to say.

“You need a release… but not like that.”

Kent swallowed hard and when he met her eyes, she could see the cracks forming behind them, breaking through the slate grey like a dam. His eyes wavered.

“It’s okay, baby,” she whispered, taking his face into her hands.

Three words and he was unmade.

Kent hardly ever made a sound when he cried, but every so often his arms would grasp around her so tightly it hurt to breathe. He gasped sometimes, the sound like a muffled hiccup against Button’s chest. She felt the breaking of the tension as keenly as Kent did, the flood of emotion falling off of him in waves.

She held him all the while.

#mind blind #mind blind cog #kent zarneki x button #kent zarneki #kent x button #button wiseman #f!button wiseman #mind blind fanfic #oc; eisley wiseman #i just love giving long song lyric names to fics #SOMETIMES YOU JUST WANNA WRITE UR BABY CRYING AND CUDDLING THEM OK

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Is it you I want (or just the notion of a heart to wrap around so I can find my way around)

Kent Zarneki x f!Button (Eisley Wiseman) | mind blind | rating: explicit (minors dni) | post-canon, established relationship, first time, fluff, smut | summary: Kent and Button get caught up in a rainstorm and then later, each other.

***

The rain had come, not so much surprising at its presence but in its volume. A few drops, a sprinkling and then within seconds that sprinkle became a shower and then a proverbial deluge.

Kent was only grateful it was warm, the summer air hot enough to make the waters feel more akin to a pleasant shower than an icy bath. The doorway of a nearby shop served as shelter as in the distant, thunder rolled gently through the clouds.

He wiped the drops from his face, shaking them off his hands and brushing off the shoulders of his Aeon uniform and silently wished Button had not managed to convince him to walk to the academy that day. In her defense, the morning had been lovely. Sunny and bright.

But even now, her demeanor was much like that, beaming as she stood at the very edge of the doorway and stretched out her arm into the rain. Even with her sleeve rolled up, the drops bounced off her skin and began to darken the material.

Button did not pay it one mind.

She cupped her hand, let the water fill there and then spill from her fingertips with the joyful laughter of a child.

“It’s so warm.” She said, delighted, and turning to give Kent one of those naughty smiles she reserved specifically when she was about to do something wholly dumb. The rain had begun to let up, falling softer now.

“You're going to get soaked.” Kent said, but did not stop Button from stepping out into the storm. She outstretched her arms, spinning slightly as her clothes, her hair— all soaked beneath the rain. She was a mess in no short amount of time, but still she laughed and laughed.

Kent couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over his own lips.

And then she was facing him, her hands outstretched towards him and not the sky. Beckoning. Tempting.

As a child he had been taught to stay clean. Stay dry. Be neat and tidy— don’t be a bother. Don’t be seen. Don’t be heard. He could not even begin to imagine the disapproval that would be rife on his father’s face if he heard of his son, spinning like a fool beneath a rainstorm.

Which was probably why Kent took Button’s hands and let himself be drawn out into the rain.

“Now I’m soaked.” Kent said, but his smile was still there. Bewildered and incredulous as it was.

“Isn’t it nice?” Button said in turn, swinging their laced hands for a moment before releasing one. The other she drew over her head, spun herself and ended with her back against his chest, his arm wrapped around her middle.

Button then reversed it, a twirl. A dance.

Kent laughed, the sound making her face break open like the sun.

“Might as well keep walking at this point.” Button said, tugging him towards the way home. Kent knew he should protest, the warm dampness seeping through his clothes not as charming as watching Button delight in the rain like a child.

But he didn’t.

—

At some point between the front steps of his townhouse and the foyer, Button had a new purpose, one that had Kent ignoring the way they were both dripping puddles on the floor and barely finding the time to shut the door behind them.

Her hands were in his hair, wet strands sticking up in the wake of her sliding touches, her lips on his jaw, his mouth— her teeth caught on his bottom lip, insistent and urging.

They had barely kicked off water-logged shoes and peeled their jackets off before Button was tugging up the ends of his shirt from where it tucked into his pants and trying to get to the pale expanse of skin around his stomach.

Her hands were hot, warming the chill even the summer rain had left on his skin.

Thunder shook the windows gently and Kent was suddenly reminded he had Antigone and Cassandra to check in on.

They stopped long enough for him to do so, finding the sisters curled and asleep in their dog beds, too deeply gone to notice the storm. When he returned to the foyer he found Button had disappeared up the stairs towards the bedroom, her shirt discarded on the steps the telling evidence.

By the time he got to the landing, he found her bra hung over the banister.

Kent had to stop himself from racing up after her, tugging off his shirt so quickly he nearly forgot to undo the buttons at his wrists.

When he came into the bedroom, Kent felt his heart nearly stutter to a complete stop.

The rest of Button’s clothes were discarded on his floor and she had draped herself across his bed, her dark wet hair spilled out over the sheets. Her cheeks were red, her eyes bright and only wavering slightly in their nervousness as Kent’s own darkening eyes trailed over her. She shivered, a barely perceptible tremor.

The sound of his belt buckle clicking broke the silence and in half a moment, he was naked as her, the mattress dipping beneath his weight.

Even chilled, she felt so hot against his skin. Her breasts soft, only the peaks pebbled up and hard against his chest as he wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her senselessly.

She rolled herself on top of him, only for him to mumble a protest and roll her back beneath him, finding themselves now somewhere in the middle of the bed. One of Kent’s hands ran up and then down the length of her thigh, curling around her knee and bringing her leg to wrap around his waist.

Button giggled, the sound sharpening at the end when Kent brought his lips to her throat and worked his way to the center of her breasts.

“I want—“ he half muttered into her skin, not even needing to finish the statement before Button breathed out a needy and breathless, “Yes.”

He kissed her like a man half-starved and she kissed him back with a hunger to rival his own.

Kent knew he was her first by the shyness of her touch and the inexperience of her hands. He encouraged her to touch him herself, anything she wanted. She made jokes and he smiled against her kisses until her laughter turned into a breathless and panting thing, half moan and half giggle.

She gasped through her first orgasm, cheeks flushing darkly, one hand bracing against the headboard and the other clutched to his bicep as he worked his fingers inside her, curling, pressing, rubbing up, seeking something out. She’d asked what he was doing until suddenly she felt it, her words sparking out as her hips jolted.

She had looked so shocked for a moment, words utterly failing her that Kent laughed that time, kissing her until she managed to fumble out some snarky quip.

“Jesus fucking Christ…” her chest heaved, her back bowing up from the bed.

“Kent Zarneki, actually.” he breathed, a smug grin on his lips as he felt her tightening and tightening, her body fluttering with involuntary spasms, still going strong. He gently kept coaxing, rubbing the pads of his fingers over the same spot that had unraveled her and earning himself a slight jolt from her body when he did.

“That was— that was really fucking good.” she laughed again, “like excuse me? How have I been doing this for years and never found that one— like fuck me.”

“If you’d like.” he replied, kissing her jaw, her cheek and then her lips. A path she often followed when kissing him herself.

“If you’d like.” She countered. Kent managed the barest smile and Button noticed for the first time how his pupils had opened, his eyes nearly black as they sought to engulf every part of her.

“Tell me.” She said and rolled her hips up off the bed and against him.

“Show me.” She breathed as he situated himself between her thighs, taking himself in his hand and rubbing himself against her. She was so soft, so warm and obscenely wet. She wasn’t laughing anymore, now she was whimpering, impatient and needy. Kent paused if only to admire the effect he had on her, the flush across her breasts and the way her lips were swollen and pink from kissing.

“Kent…” she said, her voice gone quiet and shy, “… do you want me?”

“Yes.” He said, “Yes.”

“Then have me already.”

That smile. That teasing, naughty, taunting, infuriating smile. Kent kissed it from her lips as he slid himself inside her just a fraction. She didn’t wince, only moaned into his mouth and curled her legs around him tighter.

Kent gave more. Gave and gave until he was held, grasped and stroked by ever small movement inside her. It was almost enough to end him, which would have been utterly embarrassing, but at the same time he marveled at it. At the effect she had on him.

She peppered his face, his throat, his shoulders and collarbone with kisses— anywhere she could reach, clinging to him with a few shuddering breaths.

He didn’t move. Didn’t dare to.

“It feels… really full.” She murmured.

“Does it hurt?” Kent managed, his brow furrowing slightly.

“No. No it feels really good. Like really good. I just wanna—“

Kent whimpered at the sudden firm gripping sensation around him, recognizing Button was baring down on him. Clutching.

“Oh…” she half gasped, “That stung a little. But… good. Good sting.”

She did it again and Kent could not stop himself from rocking forward, another soft sound in his throat.

“Fuck—“

Button’s entire demeanor perked, a wicked smile spreading over her lips at his expletive. She did it again and Kent shut his eyes, hoping she didn’t catch how near they were from rolling back into his head.

“This… is going to be very short if you keep doing that.”

“Fiiiine, I’ll behave.” She said with a chuckle and Kent felt himself nod absentmindedly.

“Good girl.”

He hadn’t meant anything by it, the words leaving him as casually as they could given their current position. Something sparked in Button’s eyes again, that mischievous smirk softening. She lifted her hips into his next movement, rolling against him.

“The bestest girl.” She whispered, “right?”

Kent nodded.

And then he moved.

—

After, she still can’t get close enough to him. Snuggled tightly to his side, her body still so warm and soft and right. Everything felt right. Different. Changed and yet still the same, just—more. He held her close and let himself thoroughly enjoy the way Button was eager to keep kissing him. Gentle pecks, punctuated every so often with a deeper kiss that has him sighing, half moaning into her mouth.

“Water?” He asked and Button shook her head, kissed him again.

“Don’t you even think about getting outta bed, Zarneki.” She mumbled, curling her arms around him in a vice he has no desire to escape from.

#kent x button #kent x eisley #kent zarneki x button #kent zarneki #mind blind #mind blind cog #mind blind fanfic #mywriting #oc; eisley wiseman #button wiseman #i dont actually refer to eisley by name anywhere but it is her I had in mind #title comes from the song 'rain' by breaking benjamin <3 #cant believe im tagging things lemon in this day of our lord #lemon #i feel I should clarify the spot K found was the fabled ‘gspot’ LMAO #which I have heard many friends claim does in fact exist so

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It’s wip Wednesday somewhere (no it isn’t)

Just me giving a glimpse into what Eisley was thinking after she saw Unity go boom, cause I like pain 💕

One word. One name. A thousand memories called forth as her heart clutched in her chest–

—Nick’s hands held steady over hers on the handlebars of her first bike. The smell of fresh baked cookies. Laughter as he swiped icing across her nose. The solid warmth of his back against hers when nightmares woke her and he let her crawl under his covers– even if it meant he wouldn’t get any sleep at all. From skinned knees to failed tests, from card games and movie nights and every squabble and fight in between… there was always the constant ever present feeling of love. All that fucking love. Years and years of unconditional, unapologetic love. Her best friend, her confidant, her brother. Nick was and always had been everything.

And just as she had been her entire life, on the outside Button was silent, eyes trapped, wide and unblinking on the smoke emitting from the top of tower.

But on the inside? Inside, she was screaming.

#wip wednesday #writing excerpt #mind blind cog #oc; eisley wiseman #button wiseman #mind blind #mind blind fanfic

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Eisley Wiseman ♟ Mind Blind

#moodboard #aesthetic moodboard #oc; eisley wiseman #mind blind cog #mind blind button #mbedit #mbedits #mind blind #button wiseman #I JUST LOVE MY GRUNGEY SMART BABY #and it goes without saying once more her RO is Kent

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I was tagged to do this picrew by @indorilnerevarine and decided to do a few gals I haven’t done often! (And one I do all the time)

| ENAID SEDERIS, the outsider, attollo game

| VOLKOVA QUARTER-WOLF, elden lord, elden ring

| EISLEY WISEMAN, aletheia, mb

| LYRA PEG’ASI, the lunar princess, a6

#picrew #tag game #oc; eisley wiseman #oc; lyra peg'asi #oc; enaid sederis #oc; volkova quarter-wolf #if you eat enough dragon hearts in elden ring your eyes become glowy yellow

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Eisley Wiseman ♟ Codename: ALETHEIA

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#mind blind cog #mind blind #mind blind button #oc; eisley wiseman #button wiseman #mbedit #kent x button #and yes K knows what his name is in Eisley's phone #he acts annoyed but secretly would ask why she changed it if she took it off #and pout a lil #also this is totally random #but eisley's header use to often be a single white pawn facing off against the board #because that is how she imagined herself #but now she is joined by a black pawn because K #plus her hobbies include chess and skateboarding #she is working on getting her grandmaster designation but being mind blind does kinda effect that

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Playing with picrew <3 got Eisley (mb), Lou (twc), Yue (tnp) and Dakota (bc)!

#picrew #i was tagged by no one but I CHOOSE TO MAKE MY BABIES <3 #oc; eisley wiseman #oc; yue wei #oc; dakota blue #oc; lou bardot

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Title: Nightmares

Prompt: otp prompt generator says I gotta write Button comforting Kent after a bad dream.

Warning(s): Kent’s nightmare includes a scene of forced/mental controlled suicide. If that will disturb you, do not read!

Notes: I honestly can’t remember exactly how Kent’s mom died (except that it was forced by a Ment) and if he was there or not, so a lot of this is speculation/non-canon compliant probs. I just wanted to give my impressions of the things that attract Kent to my Button and write some hurt/comfort 🖤

—

He’s had this dream before, though he supposed the better term for it would be a nightmare.

The actors of his subconscious have all taken their places, the stage was set and he is a frozen witness to the worst moment of his life, playing over and over with such perfected realism that later when he wakes up, he knows for a moment he’ll forget where he is.

That he isn’t a child anymore.

That his mother has been dead for years.

But this time the players have changed. He isn’t a boy, he’s the man he is now. And it isn’t his mother who stands before him, smiling even as tears roll down her cheeks.

It’s Button.

“Everything is going to be okay.”

No. It isn’t.

Because someone has taken over her mind and her body and he doesn’t even know if the platitudes she is speaking are her own or some imaginative torture from the Ment using her grey matter as a playground. Something shiny and black catches his eye as Button’s arm draws up and she presses the muzzle of the gun to her temple.

“No matter what happens— I lo—“

It isn’t what people imagine it to be like. Watching someone shoot themselves. Suddenly they are standing and then suddenly they are like a puppet with cut strings, crumpling in the most unnatural way to the ground. Limbs loose, eyes empty. Your mind doesn’t fully comprehend what it is seeing at first, your ears ring and your body goes cold and the denial sets in so fully that even the red that is splattered across the walls and the floor looks fake.

Has to be fake.

He is a child again. Helpless. Frozen. Watching his heart bleed out all over the floor.

There is a sound, a whining. Insistent and distressed and for a moment Kent thinks it might be coming from him—

***

—until he opens his eyes into the dark of his bedroom and feels a wet, warm tongue on his cheek.

Antigone whines softly, her nose cold against Kent’s neck as the shih tzu presses her small body up against his chest. The softness of her fur helps bring him back, gives him something to latch onto as his dream fades and his thoughts recognize it wasn’t real.

He reaches out, his knuckles brushing against Button’s back. He can feel the slow rise and fall of her body as she breathes, alive and safe and here with him. Antigone wiggles off of him, going to snuggle with her sister who is still curled up at the foot of the bed, cozy and nestled into the curve behind Button’s knees.

He wants it to be enough. Even as his heart continues to race and his stomach twists, images playing out still fresh and too real in his head. He isn’t a child. He doesn’t need to wake her to comfort his nightmares— and yet. And yet.

Kent presses a bit harder, rubbing his knuckles up and down her back until Button shifts and turns over. Cass makes her displeasure known, but hops over Button’s legs to reclaim the same spot on the opposite side.

Button’s hand curls over his and even in the sparse light he can see her bring it to her cheek, rubbing the back of his hand against her skin and then her lips.

“Time to get up?” she mumbles, and the sound of her voice is enough to break whatever hold Kent had left. He curls his arms around her and sits up, half scooping her from the bed and against his chest, burying his nose into her hair and breathing in the soft scent of her.

“Kent?” she questions, voice softer. The arm not trapped by his embrace goes around his back, her palm warm and grounding against his spine.

He can’t speak. If he speaks he’ll lose it.

Antigone whines again, trying to force her way between Button and him. Her touch leaves him as she consoles the small dog.

“It’s okay, baby. Go back to sleep...” Button says in such a soothing tone to Antigone that Kent finally feels like he can take a breath. It shudders through his chest.

“You too.” Button says closer this time, wiggling free of his grip until she can turn and find his face in the dark. She kisses the corner of his mouth and he squeezes her so hard she makes a small pained sound.

“Sorry—” he says, and regrets it immediately, the single word breaking in his voice. He swallows hard, trying to push down everything that threatens to come heaving out from his heart. Kent loosens his grip and Button pulls back just enough to brush his hair back, soothing the tips of her fingers over his temple and behind his ear.

“Did you have a bad dream?” Button asks. Of course she does. Of course she knows. This isn’t a new scene for her, him shaking and chilled in a cold sweat, pulse fluttering and his hands desperately clinging to her sides as if she would vanish if he didn’t hold her down.

In lieu of answering, he tips forward, letting his head rest against the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder. His entire body goes limp the moment she holds him, really holds him. The way he had done for her when she was scared and crying and desperate for comfort. For safety.

And Kent feels all those things when he is with her, wrapped all up in words that make his heart ache.

Understanding. Acceptance.

Permission.

To be weak. To be exhausted. Scared. Heartsick. Broken. The imperfect things that he hid in the furthest reaches of his heart, guarded and protected behind high walls.

Button had slipped in behind them all, infiltrated into his very dreams and before he knew it, he was turning around in the fortress of his heart to find her sitting among his most cherished thoughts, as if she had always been there. As if she would always have ended up there.

Kent groans, because he can’t stop the unshed tears from burning behind his eyes and he still can’t help but resent that weakness his father taught him to hide in himself.

She kisses the top of his head, rests her chin there and squeezes him as tightly as she can.

With Button, he doesn’t have to be perfect. He doesn’t have to be, but it was still hard sometimes to let all his guard down.

“S’okay. I’ll protect you.” she says, “Unless it is clowns… then you’re on your own.”

Kent snorts, but even so he appreciates it. Her attempts at humor, her light-hearted quips and puns. She went through so much all her life and still she drifted, light as air, unfettered and unbothered by all the things that made her imperfect. He admired that about her— no. He loved that about her.

The things his father saw as wrong she simply saw as parts. Things that made up the whole of Kent Zarneki. Not good, not bad— there was no such thing.

“... can I hold you?” he asks, knowing well enough he needn’t have bothered. Button is more than happy to oblige, waiting until he resettles back on the bed before happily burrowing into his side, her arms around his middle and her head pillowed on his chest.

He curls his arm around her, protective but gentle.

“You wanna tell me about it?” Button asks, lazily drawing circles around his heart with her fingertips, “If it will help?”

Kent kisses her forehead, once. Twice.

“No.” he says, “But thank you...this is better.”

Button hums, content and sleepy.

“Love you.” she mumbles right before she drifts off again, “So so muchness.”

“Muchness?” Kent questions and she hums another affirmative.

“...muchness.” he repeats, but Button is already adrift. He doesn’t expect to sleep again that night, fear of a recurrence of his dreams usually forcing him into a nervous wakefulness.

But he does, because she is there.

And she still will be when he wakes.

#k zarneki #kent x button #oc; eisley wiseman #kent zarneki #mind blind #mind blind cog #tw suicide mention #tw violence #mind blind fanfic #mb fanfic