apoakko

[apoakko]

⭒ 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑨𝒀, minors do not interact

fem reader. sunday is not as in control as he may seem. he has to pull out - almost cums too quickly. slight possessiveness. praise. petnames; my dear, my angel. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.

“you’re perfect.. like this.” SUNDAY breathes, voice low and shakey as his hands smooth along the inside of your thighs - spreading you open while his eyes look over you from behind his lashes. he’s drinking in every dip of your figure as he kneels between your legs and you lay naked beneath him. “you resemble a true visionary of beauty - simply radiant.” chuckling, as he watches the way his praise seems to smooth beneath your skin.

you’re spread out so eagerly and his cock throbs before he speaks again, a flush high on his cheeks - framed by his silver hair that’s mused from your hands. “although i must assure you that appearing beautiful is not unlike you, my angel.”

you watch sunday intently, watch how he moves to drag his fingers along your folds - your essence glistening along his skin after how well he’s prepped you and it makes something like anticipation warm you from the neck down.

“yes.. if one were in my position, there would be no room for disagreement, i assure you of that.” he purrs again, deliberately petting over your clit like it’ll emphasise his point and you jerk at the sudden sensitivity, exactly how he likes, before he brings his fingers to his mouth next - without hesitation.

he sucks them between his lips with a groan, cheeks hollowing as he cleans off your slick before he drags them out slowly. “hah- although nobody else will come this close.. nobody but me atleast, i shan’t allow it.” his voice drawls as he swallows loudly, possessiveness lacing his tone in a way that makes you tremble.

“p-please.” you whisper, your eyes cloudy with want as you blink up at the man above you and sunday feels himself throb at your airy tone.

his heart races in his chest as he inches closer to your pliant body—the sensitive head of his cock sliding along your thigh slowly and his jaw clenches at the slight friction, cursing softly under his breath when your hips shake to chase the press of his.

“now now, there’s no need to fuss. have you had enough?” sunday asks, his voice low while his eyes glance towards your face and his hand wraps around the base of his cock while the other squeezes the fat of your thigh affectionately, awaiting your reply

“yes—please take me.”

he blinks slowly as you respond, his golden eyes still heavy with lust and he appears to be quite pleased with your answer when it urges him to line himself himself up. although maybe a little too eagerly at first when the fat head of his cock clumsily slides through your folds instead, causing you to whimper when it catches on your clit.

sunday curses softly, spreading you a little more before pulling back to try again - successfully this time as he sinks into you, carefully. he’s taking his time and allowing you to adjust to his length while his eyes flutter closed and his wings do the same as they curl around his cheeks. thankfully you can still make out the way his lips part behind the feathers as his fingers tighten on your skin, and you arch into his palms as he presses deep into you.

he groans, voice breathless and shakey and you feel like the room is spinning with how well he fills you up. his cock slides so perfectly along the spots inside you that have your thighs twitching below him and it feels like he sinks into you forever, warm and snug, like your body was made to take him.

sunday finally bottoms out with a low grunt and his eyes close momentarily when your walls flex around him. he’s trying to keep himself composed but your pussy feels like it’s trying to pull him in deeper everytime he breathes, and he feels his sanity and control on his own body fade at how fucking good it feels, how good you feel.

his hands move to your waist, slender fingers digging into the skin as he pulls his hips back - exhaling heavily when he rolls them back into you, and his cock twitches and thickens inside the doughy press of your walls as he begins a steady pace.

the loud squelching noises grow louder with each of his heavy thrusts and sunday groans, massaging your waist before allowing himself to fall forward. his face now rests just above the crook of your neck, allowing you to hear the lust driven curses and whimpers that fall from his lips with each languid stroke.

“g-god—“ the oak family head over you grunts, his hair falling perfectly over his face as he hisses through his teeth and how fucked out he looks already has your pussy flexing around him again. the coil tightens in your stomach as the head of his cock continues to push against the spongy spots inside you that have your vision blurring.

“hah.. i don’t think ill ever tire of how good you feel, my dear.” he exhales shakily and the force of his hips seems to pick up as he does, making his head fall against your shoulder in an attempt to get even closer as he continues. “and every time nonetheless, you truly show me no mercy.”

you hiccup sunday’s name, turning to try and meet his gaze as you feel his breath fan along your neck and he turns to meet you. his lips are parted and his eyes are heavy when they find yours, and you whimper at the sight of him looking so lost in pleasure before you pull him in for a sloppy kiss, moaning when you feel his tongue drag along your own as your mind spins.

his movements become sloppier, his breathing ragged and his fingers in your skin tighten before they leave you entirely, suddenly, as you feel the brush of cool air through where his body once pressed into yours and it makes you gasp when his cock leaves you just as empty. the sudden disconnect urges you to open your eyes wide to see him kneeling above you with a sorry expression on his face, and you look at him - the worry most likely evident on your features.

but sunday’s chest is heaving, a flush blooming from the chiseled muscle to his cheeks as his figure expands with each soft pant before he swallows, voice raspy.

“my apologises.. it seems my eagerness got the best of me for a moment, is all.“ he gulps, running an exasperated hand through his hair before leaning over you again, placing a gentle peck against your lips to silence himself before he embarrasses himself further. so instead, he sighs and tries to relax his body to line up again, sliding in with ease this time considering how wet you are and allowing his cock to push deep inside you as he leans over you with a drawn out exhale once more.

sunday hips draw back much like before and he rocks forward, his thrusts more practiced, controlled this time while the tight grip he has on your waist remains.

but still - you’re both gasping and whimpering so quickly, he’s whispering hushed praises between soft pants and low groans of your name, and the way his balls smack against your ass with each thrust has you struggling to form a sentence that doesn’t consist of “more” and “please—“ making his cock throb and thicken inside you every time he hears his name fall from your pouty lips between your begs.

sunday’s hands tremble when they drag along your skin and your thighs shake when you feel the pads of his fingers drag languidly along your clit, swirling the sensitive bud until you’re keening beneath him, pushing your tits against his chest while he watches you in awe.

“y-you’re beautiful.” he gasps, groaning when you tighten around him and his head drops into the crook of your neck once more. his thrusts are still as loud and clapping and you can hear him growl against your skin, his nose brushing against your cheek as he trembles on top of you at the addictive, fluttering pull of your pussy.

“c-cum, please—cum for me.”

[apoakko]

⭒ WRIOTHESLEY

fluff. fem reader -> you’re married + referred to as his wife. afternoon tea with your husband. wriothesley has found a new preference for his tea. playful banter. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.

something is not quite right, to put it bluntly.

WRIOTHESLEY is resting at desk, as he usually is around this time for his sacred afternoon tea break; two cubes of sugar with his tea, that’s how it always is. it’s brewed the exact same way as he’s been brewing it, all these years doing the same thing will give a guy a sort of routine, he likes to think he’s got a knack for making a good cup at this point.

but something is just… off. it’s different.

he lifts the porcelain teacup up to his lips to take a sip and instead of the usual satisfied, content sigh that leaves his mouth following his first taste he just… inhales through his teeth before he sets it back down disappointingly.

a dash of milk with his coffee, two sugars with his tea. it’s the same routine, nothing has changed but it feels like everything has. had wriothesley not brewed it long enough? was this shipment damp when he received it? but he’s sure he checked it over, nothing ever gets past him unchecked (especially not his teas.)

he groans as he lets his elbow rest on the desk to squeeze at his temple and he feels a headache coming on as he thinks. it’s a pain that could usually be soothed by his favourite time of day and normally it would be, it would work. but maybe the dukes tea making skills are going downhill.. nah, that can’t be it, right?

wriothesley groans as he rests back in his chair, eyeing up the small porcelain bowl of sugar that he always has resting on his desk for visitors to help themselves too. against his better judgement, he decides that maybe an extra sugar cube or maybe.. two, may help to flavour his choice of brew.

he leans over to pick up a few of the tiny squares between his fingers, his train of thought momentarily being interrupted by the heavy, steel sound of his office door being opened before it closes again.

he knows it’s you, he always does and its not only because nobody else would dare to walk into the dukes office unannounced. but also because he just has a way of sensing your presence when he feels the tension in his shoulder suddenly melt away as you call for him from your way up the stairs.

“sorry, i’m late. caught up at work.” ah yes, there it was.

that sweet call of your voice, the soft tone it takes when it calls out for him. you’d agreed to visit wriothesley to eat lunch together, with him working longer hours at work to finish up on some looming documents and the new influx of prisoners, it was really the only time he was getting to see you throughout the day.

you’re like the sun in the otherwise grimy, underground walls of his office. so bright and pretty when you finally step up the top step and he gives you a soft smile as he drops the two extra sweet cubes from between his fingers into his brew.

your presence almost feels like it warms along his shoulders, like the light in the overworld would.

you do pick up on the anomaly in his routine as you make your way around his desk to rest on the arm of his seat. “extra sugar? i never realised the renowned duke suddenly acquired a sweet tooth.” you tease, pressing yourself into wriothesley’s side and the sweet scent of your perfume makes him inhale deeply with his next breath, relaxing even more with the exhale that follows.

normally the duke would be opposed to such public displays of affection, he is at work afterall. but in the safe security of his office (and his protected afternoon teatime) he has no qualms or hesitations when it comes to wrapping his arm around your waist to welcome you.

“yeah, well… somethings not right today and i intend to get to the bottom of it.” you eye wriothesley as he stirs his tea with his free hand, four sugars deep now from what you’d assume (considering the two extra he just added as you walked in), bringing it to his lips a few moments later before he’s taking another sip.

“and.. did that help?” you ask curiously but you can already tell he hates it when his nose twitches slightly and his brows furrow before he even speaks - although he tries to play off his distaste and his mistake by clearing his throat.

years of marriage will do that to you, you can read this man like a book despite the way he tries to deny it.

“oh, not at all.” wriothesley jokes, although matter of factly and his playful tone makes you laugh as much as it always has.

“yeah i figured as much.” you squeeze at his shoulder before pushing yourself up to stand, whisking away the wasteful teacup filled with the sickly sweet brew. “here, let me make you a cup.”

“you sure? might be something with the tea, maybe.. ah, i don’t know.. something got into the shipment.” the duke grumbles slightly, the weight of a wasted batch of tea weighing heavy on him as he flicks absentmindedly through the pile of documents on his desk.

he’s not paying attention to work though, he’s too busy looking at you.

“you check over them though, right?” you hum like you don’t believe his excuse, it was well known that wriothesley went through shipments with a fine tooth comb. nothing ever went unchecked under the dukes watch but still you hear him sigh, before he shrugs.

“well, maybe i got sloppy.” you can’t help but snort out a laugh as you carefully brew the tea infront of you.

“only one way to find out. you’re still good with two sugars, right? or do you want the other ten, too?” you’d made enough tea for your husband to know exactly how he likes it, two sugars with his tea and a dash of milk with his coffee. you give him a look over your shoulder as you joke, it’s one he meets with his own chuckle.

“oh absolutely not. i’ve learned my lesson.” you turn to finish brewing the tea but wriothesley‘s eyes remain on you, too hypnotised by your figure in his office and the gentle movements in which you handle his things. he clears his throat, straightening up at his desk when he realises he’s staring and shuffling at his papers absentmindedly, he’s not taken in a single piece of information from them since you got here. “two is perfect.”

a few more serene moments and you give him a smile as you turn to serve him his tea, resting it down infront of the duke gently before you’re taking your space on the arm of his chair again.

you cosy into his side as his hand squeezes affectionately at your thigh; accompanied with the gentle, appreciative thank you he gives you.

the teacup and saucer always look so small in wriothesley’s big hands as he picks it up, bringing it to his face as he takes a slow inhale of the brew before he sighs. he tilts his head to give you a look, but you’re already smiling like you’re just begging him to take a sip and his lips curl around the cup as he does.

now that is lovely; the perfect blend of flavours, expertly brewed tea exactly to his liking. it almost makes his eyes close at how well it dances along his taste buds, easing the slight headache he felt coming on (although your presence alone did wonders for that.)

“uh oh..” he drawls, choosing not to give too much away just yet, he feels you shift in your seat curiously as he rests the cup back down on his desk. although he deliberately pauses for a few more seconds, waiting until you’re nudging at his shoulder impatiently before he continues. “well, good news is i guess the shipment is fine.”

“to be expected under your watch, your grace.” you quip quickly, wriothesley knows you’re teasing him but oh the title rolling off of your tongue is so saccharine he almost burns hot under his collar. he even finds himself readjusting his tie as you lean closer. “but? the bad news?”

“but, unfortunately, i’m gonna have to keep you down here with me from now on.” he reaches for you as he replies, snaking his arm around your hips so he can pull you closer - until you’re almost sitting on his lap, thighs across his own. your brow lifts at his words, albeit you’re smiling too.

“your tea making expertise is just too valuable to be walking around the streets of fontaine unguarded.” wriothesley nods, all handsome and rugged as he squeezes at your hips. “so im offering you top class protection, curtesy of the duke himself ofcourse.”

“right.” you pretend to roll your eyes at his teasing despite the way you still lean in closer, “too afraid to admit i make better tea than you do now?” your voice is a captivating murmur and it seems to lure the duke into you as he tilts his head to look at you, huffing out a chuckle - almost at himself, with the way his wife has him wrapped around her pretty finger with a cup of her tea.

“you look even more pleased about this than i do.”

you shrug, opting to trace your finger along the soft stubble that’s gathering across your husbands jawline as you speak, “well, i did learn from the best.”

“and seems like the time has come for me to finally pass down that title.” wriothesley leans into the press of your fingertips, it’s incredible the way you’re able to render the renowned duke of the fortress of meropide into a lovesick fool.

his hand squeezes at your hips as the other arm comes to reach and rest behind his head and he kicks out his feet into a more relaxed pose, leaning against the back of his chair like he’s about to go for a (much-needed) nap as he playfully closes his eyes. “guess i’m forced to retire.”

“well if you say it like that, i guess there’s no choice, i’ll have to come back again tomorrow too. how else will you enjoy your tea everyday if i’m not here to make it?” wriothesley peaks an eye open at you, like he’s gauging your next move and your hand rests on his chest as you meet his gaze.

“oh? but my afternoon tea is part of my daily schedule.” he reminds you with a raised brow,

“whatever will we do.” you pretend to think as you pat your fingertips on his shirt, acting like you’re lost in thought - but you both know where you’re going with this already. “we can’t have the duke going without his wife’s tea everyday, i hear he gets grumpy.”

“oh, absolutely not.” wriothesley snorts but lets just say the prisoners in the fortress of meropide might think a little differently if asked.

although thankfully, he’s self-aware enough to admit defeat when he gives your hips another lingering squeeze and gives you another smirk as he pushes himself up straight again. he’s puffing out his chest like you’re about to conclude your business meeting today - a very successful one in his opinion.

“well, it seems with that being said, it would be my honour on behalf of the fortress of meropide to humbly accept your invitation to accompany me for afternoon tea, everyday. you can consider my schedule cleared.”

[apoakko]

bone and flesh

grim reaper!law x f!reader | WC: 472

nsfw, contains (bony) fingering, begging, unholy acts in a cemetery, nickname “pet” used, knife play

summary: a night in the cemetery ended with you a mess.

The night was cool and breezy as you looked at the tombstone of your deceased family member. You wanted to cry but the tears wouldn’t come out. You were there for a different purpose, and it wasn’t mourning.

A cloaked figure, its body a mix of bone and flesh, walked to you. It was Trafalgar Law, or the Grim Reaper as what he was also called.

“You have so much to live for,” he said.

“What is that?” You asked.

“To serve me.” He answered darkly. “In ways that we both agree with.” With his long bony fingers, Law gently guided you to lean against the tombstone, the cold texture sending shivers down your back.

You gasped when he brought his face next to your neck slowly left a trail of light bites down the side.

“Do you know what it means to be mine, pet?” He mumbled into your collarbone, his long fingers grazing your thighs. Before you could reply, he answered his own question. “It means that you surrender your body to me, with conditions of your choosing. I’m not a selfish spirit.”

“You have me.” You moaned as he dragged his nails up to where you were wanted him the most. “I’ll tell you terms after we-“

Law smirked and chuckled. “Greedy pet.”

It was an odd sensation to feel his bone and skin in you at the same time. It was a cold touch against your warmth. Law inserted one long finger inside you as you two exchanged a unique kiss, one of hard bone and dry lips.

You moaned into his intrusion as he included another finger, curling both of them and hitting the spot that unravelled you.

“I’m not supposed to feel this way,” Law murmured, his free hand slipping under your shirt to caress your breasts, “I’m not supposed to feel.”

“Maybe that’s the human part of you,” you whispered.

“Did I say you can talk, pet?” He asked. With skilled precision, he put a thumb on your clit and rubbed it gently as his other fingers moved inside you.

You kept quiet.

“Beg.” He commanded. “Give into me, not by spirit but your body.”

He grabbed his scythe and slowly dragged the blade down your arm, a small streak of blood seeping out. The new sensation made you shudder.

“I-“

“Louder.” The reaper repeated, increasing the speed of his fingers.

“I need you!” You screamed with pleasure as his teeth bit your shoulder, leaving a deep indent.

“Good pet.” He murmured in your ear as he watched you fall apart in his arms. Before he knew it you came on his hard digits, your juices dripping on the dirt under you two.

When you caught your breath, you and Law looked at the hilt of his scythe.

“Would you like to try something new?”

[apoakko]

petals

elf!gojo x f!reader | wc: 1436

nsfw, contains fingering, piv, gojo has long nails but uses them for good, taunting

summary: while walking in a forest, you encounter a troublesome elf that has special plans for you.

Believing in magic was a hit or miss for you. Believing in mythical creatures was as well. If they were real, why haven't you seen any of them? While you and your friends, Utahime and Mei Mei were around the campfire, scary stories were shared along with them trying their damn best to convince you that the supernatural exist.

“Have you heard of the real life story of Gojo the Ghost?” Utahime asked. You shook your heard, and motioned for them to continue. “Well, I heard that he lives here. In this forest.”

“And that he watches people.” Mei Mei added.

“And that he uses magic to capture people and lure them into his haunted cave to fuck with em.”

Sighing, you rolled your eyes. “If you guys are telling me to walk around this forest at night by myself, I am definitely saying no.”

“We're not telling you, we’re daring you.” Mei Mei said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Always up for a challenge to prove them wrong—you had a streak for being a people pleaser, you nodded your head accepted the challenge. “Alright. But if you two don’t see me back my tomorrow morning I was attacked by a bear.”

After they wished you good luck, you wandered deep into the supposedly “enchanted” forest, looking for Gojo the Ghost to find you, sweep you off your feet, and fuck you senseless. As you ventured deeper, the ambiance changed. The trees felt alive, and you swore you heard a voice echoing your name.

“Is that you?” You called out.

“Who is this ‘you’ you are talking about?” The voice asked curiously.

“Gojo the Ghost.” You answered, looking around.

The voice laughed. “That’s what humans are calling me now? A ghost? A lowly creature that doesn’t have a physical form and does nothing but haunt the living and sneak glances at them like a damn pervert?”

A spiral of leaves formed in front of you and you were face to face with not a ghost, but a tall, elegant man. His ears were pointed, skin pale as porcelain.

“No, my dear,” he said, showing you his true form, “I am not a ghost. I am an elf, and you are in my territory.”

Your first thought was to run away. There was an evil presence that surrounded this man, and it scared you. Never have you felt something so dark, yet you were drawn to him.

“I guess mythical creatures do exist.” You said to yourself.

“Mythical?” Gojo laughed. “I assure you I am very real. Also,” he added, grabbing a single flower from the ground, “have you smelled the flowers of my forest? They are nothing compared to your measly roses and daisies.”

Seeing no harm in it, you walked closer and inhaled the sweet scent. But, once you did, Gojo blew on it, and pollen from the petals flew into your nostrils. Before you could sneeze it out, Gojo covered your nose with his hand and whispered in your ear, “people who wander here without permission are punished.”

Stumbling backwards, you backed up against a tree for support. When the sensation to sneeze was over, you looked at the elf with sleepy eyes. However, that changed when you suddenly felt needy. You couldn't help but feel incomplete.

“What did you do to me?” You rasped, trying to figure out what happened.

“I'm punishing you, silly,” he replied playfully. “Now, how are you feeling?”

“Shut up, take me back to my friends.” You demanded.

“No.” Gojo negated. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

You suddenly felt light-headed, a warm feeling spreading through your body, making your skin tingle. “Um, yes I...” you whispered, grounding yourself. “My head...”

“Ah, the pollen,” he mused, a hint of amusement in his voice. “It does strange things to mortals like you.”

Your limbs felt heavy, your skin sensitive, and a sudden, overwhelming need began to stir deep within you—a need you couldn’t control.

The need coursing through you was unbearable, and Gojo’s presence only made it worse. Your body ached, not because of pain but because of him. That damn elf.

“You look like you’re struggling,” mocked, his lips brushing against your ear. His voice was filled with mock concern, but you could hear the darkness beneath it. “It must be hard, feeling so helpless against your own body, your own desires.”

Gojo slipped his slender fingers under your shirt and tip toed up to your bra, circling the fabric. A small whimper escaped your lips as his other hand slid lower, resting on your waist, his touch light but enough to make your knees buckle.

“You can’t resist it, can you?” Gojo purred, his hand slowly traveling down your body, teasing, never giving you what you truly wanted. “The way your body craves touch... the way you want to surrender to it.”

His lips brushed against your neck, and you shuddered as a wave of pleasure surged through you. Your body was on fire, every nerve alight with need, and the only one who could quench it was the damn elf standing before you, toying you like you a predator and prey.

“Tell me,” Gojo whispered, his hand ghosting over the under your bra, barely grazing a breast. “Tell me what you want, little human.”

“You.” You gasped, feeling a pool of liquid in between your thighs.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as his hands finally moved with purpose.

Instead of your back against the tree, you found yourself lying on soft grass. With half-lidded eyes, you looked at your surroundings and noted that you were still in the forest.

Suddenly, Gojo’s body hovered over yours, his face inches from yours. With his long, slender fingers, he grabbed both wrists with one and pinned you down.

“My little mortal…” Gojo breathed into the side of your neck, “I’m going to treat you right.”

With his long nails, he slowly tore your shirt in half and marveled at your skin. “So beautiful…” he sighed happily. “Once I take this off…” his nails easily tore your bra off and flicked the fabric away. “…and these…” he added, taking off your pants with a subtle movement, “the real fun can begin.”

You rubbed your thighs together, trying to relieve the built in stress you felt. “Gojo…” you whispered faintly.

“Do you want to be mine tonight?” He asked, inserting a sharp fingernail in you. He gently pushed the digit slowly into your entrance and eased it out. “I can give you everything you want. Only for tonight.”

Feeling lightheaded, you could only nod your head, all the permission he needed to take you as his own.

“Lose yourself in me,” he whispered, inserting another digit. Your walls clenched around the two sharp nails, and Gojo, wanting to savor this moment, slowly took them out. While you were still pinned, he grabbed your hand with his free so and wrapped it around his erect cock. “See how excited you got me?” He asked.

In one thrust Gojo entered you, satisfying the pressure you felt. He was still for a bit, letting you adjust to his size. When you nodded your head, he kept a gentle pace, marveling your face. He let your wrists go and supported himself over you with both hands. You wrapped your legs around his torso, pushing him deeper in you. The pressure he was pushing in was giving way to a sensation that was both overwhelming and exhilarating.

“Gods, you feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he buried himself deeper. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

“You’re not one for talking right now,” he teased, leaning over to bite your ear.

“I-” you gasped.

He hit the spot. Your hips jolted and by the look on your face, Gojo knew it. He gave you small, mischievous smile and slammed harder. Over and over again on that spot that gave him the memory of your face twisted with desire. Among all of the humans he’s punished, he decided at that moment that you are his new favorite.

“I love your face,” he complimented, “It’s my favorite one among all of the ones I've seen.”

His pace became steady, both of your breathing less ragged. The fire your body had slowly disappeared, the needing along with it as well. Once Gojo exited out of you, he tucked his dick inside his robes and blew another sweet smelling scent to you.

“You won’t remember this or me,” he whispered as your eyes closed. “But I’ll always remember you.”

[apoakko]

eyeliner

lucifer morningstar x f!reader

sfw-ish

“You don’t need to wear that, love.” Lucifer commented as he watched you draw your eyeliner. “You look perfect.”

Giggling, you gave him a side glance and slowly shook your head. “You know I’m self conscious of my eyes. This makes ’em pop.” You reply, finishing off your remaining eye.

As you set your makeup on your vanity, you marveled at your face. Everything was perfect. You looked perfect, especially since you added the eyeliner. Sighing contently, you turned to look at him and smile. “Well?”

“Hmm,” Lucifer replied. He sounded unsatisfied, a little irritated to be specific. “No.”

“What?” You asked, tightening your fists.

“You don’t need that makeup on.” Lucifer repeated.

“I’m not taking it off!” You muttered angrily. “It took me two hours to look like this.”

“Then I’ll make you.” The king retorted slyly. Without any warning, he grabbed you off the bench and sat you on the floor, commanding you to get on your knees. “Good girl,” Lucifer hissed. “Now, let’s remove those hideous black lines off your face.”

[apoakko]

sfw

bartender!gojo doesn’t hesitate to tell you the latest deets when you make your order. You don’t have to ask because he will start filling your ear with gossip as he makes your drink.

bartender!gojo is also known as the “counter bouncer” if some customers get rowdy. He doesn’t hesitate to put up a fight to defend someone or beat up the bully at fault.

bartender!gojo has a “secret menu” that only exclusive customers can order from.

bartender!gojo loves hearing tourists’ stories and takes inspiration from them for his upcoming novel.

bartender!gojo has a reputation as a flirt, but that doesn’t change his feelings for a certain customer that comes in the bar periodically. Interestingly enough, the customer is you.

bartender!gojo loves relationship drama. When he engages with a customer fresh from a breakup or trying to figure out how they feel about their love interest, you bet he is there listening and loving it.

bartender!gojo likes to bring his fluffy cat to work.

bartender!gojo is a perfectionist. Every drink he makes must meet his expectations, otherwise he doesn’t serve it.

[apoakko]

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tags

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#blue eye samurai #the mandalorian #arcane

#castlevania #atla

masterlist

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bartender!gojo headcanons

hazbin hotel

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