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HE'S SO PRETTY

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hysterectomy should be an informed consent procedure full stop. it should be illegal to deny someone a hysterectomy based on their age or based on them not having kids or based on their spouse/partner not signing off on it. anyone over 18 should be allowed to make that decision.

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an: my husband and i just got back from a pride event (Happy Pride everyone! i'm queer/genderfluid, my husband is genderfluid/pan, this is a safe place for everyone) and it was fun but i am exhausted lol. so it is wind down and write time!

tw: i just love the idea of a cute study date w jiro💛

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the day was warm, sun shining brilliantly. leaves rustled from the gentle breeze, tree shielding you and jiro in the shade.

you had laid out a blanket, weighed down by the textbooks you were frowning over. you two had decided to study together, you having difficulty in your anomalous maladies class. it had been nervewracking to ask him for help, scared he'd deny you because of yuri, or think less of you.

he'd accepted immediately, offering a small smile at your request.

jiro found smiles easy with you.

now, you were outside, you finding the distracting cold of the lab too distracting.

"why are you glaring at the book?" jiro's voice caused you to jerk, snapping out of your irritated reverie. he was leaned back on the tree, holding his own book in his lap.

his violet hair fell across his eyes, the ruby of his irises holding a warmth that seemed reserved for you.

"i'm cursing whoever decided to print these pictures in black and white," you declared, a deep sigh exiting your chest, "these two rashes look damn near identical without color, i'm never gonna remember which is which."

jiro watched, expressionless as you dramatically leaned back with an exaggerated groan.

"one of them has a more triangular shape to the splotches." he held up the book, his voice was edged with amusement. it wasn't that he found your confusion funny (though he certainly did). it was the theatrics that he found entertaining.

you leaned up on your elbows, looking at the photos.

he was right.

"you're right. my hero." you quickly sat up, planting a kiss on his cheek.

you smiled as you watched his cheeks tinge pink- and in this moment you were a normal college couple. just regular people taking advantage of a perfect summers day. a life you were fighting tooth and nail to have.

"you're ridiculous," he muttered, shaking his head.

"seemed to win you over easily enough," your voice came out in a singsong note. you were smiling when he looked at you, your face shining with the adoration that he felt.

he smiled, soft, true. it turned slightly teasing.

"just a chemical reaction that happens when i'm around someone cute."

your cheeks flared red, and he smiled wider.

he didn't tell you he'd turned his phone off to ignore yuri, or that he had suggested a place yuri was unlikely to check because he was supposed to be helping him with something.

he wanted to be here, with you, enjoying the warm day, at peace beside you.

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a/n: i felt evil. pleaze enjoy!

t/w: angsty as fuck, mc death, yearning. choose your fav! may do more specialized ones if ppl like this! (i was thinking of jin,tohma,yuri,jiro,ren,sho for who it fits most imo)

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i don't know why i'm writing this. online forums recommended it, said it can kickstart the healing process.

i'm skeptical, you know me. but i'm also desperate. its been months. months since you died. months since we- i- failed to save you.

guilt is a strange feeling. it twists inside you. burrows a hole from which to torment you at the quiet moments. there's so many quiet moments now.

guilt burns alongside the grief that has sank its fingers into my heart, squeezing the organ when i think of your laugh. a song id do anything to hear again, if only to sear it into my memory, play it on repeat until i could taste the sweetness of your joy.

sometimes i imagine i still taste the strawberry lip gloss that constantly coated your lips, the candied taste of you on my tongue. i close my eyes for a moment, imagining you're there, inches from my form. i reach out and you vanish, nausea rising in my throat at the memory. the sight of your lifeless body like a bolt of ice water to the warmth of the memory of your lips on mine.

i'm sorry. please forgive me. i tried. i would have done anything to save you. i should have saved you.

i saw it happen, months ago. the fear on your face as you transformed, the curse eating away who you were, replacing the softness of you with evil.

you were dead before i had time to scream. darkwick tried to talk about using your demise to study the way this curse works on the body to prevent it from happening to someone else.

they changed their mind when we all protested.

we laid you to rest months ago. yet i swear i still hear your voice over my shoulder, only for you to dissapate before i see you. blown away as if my gaze was a gust of wind.

i tried to prove that you were a ghost, still here in some way.

you're not.

my phone started ringing the other day, and for a beautiful moment i forgot. i thought it may be you, ready to tell me about something, words tumbling fast.

it wasn't.

its been months since you died. since i lost the biggest light in my life. since the world you were forced into ripped you from life, which had been bleak since.

when will i stop expecting you to call?

i miss you. and i can't help the way it hurts, the way i wish the phantom of you was real.

it never is. it is the wisp of a memory, driving me to insanity.

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"what groceries u been into recently" is actually a great question, there's a bunch of good conversations inside it

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nothing is the same

A/N: i had a thought abt what if jiro and mortkranken!reader were in a relationship before his coma.

T/W: angst, established relationship but he doesn't remember, fluff.

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you were luckier than most, a mantra on repeat anytime you saw him.

he had almost died, and had been in a coma. but here he was now- walking, breathing- alive.

yet you felt more helpless than before. at least when he had been in a coma you could help- you ensured the fluid flow rate was correct, his iv was patent, his hair was combed, he was clean- you took care of him, hoping he would wake up.

and then he did.

and he had no memory of you. the ruby eyes that used to twinkle with affection when they landed on you held nothing except a strange meloncholy.

it hurt.

so you avoided him when you could.

he didn't need you. yuri was taking care of him now.

of course, it was easier said then done since you assisted them in anomalous research. you tried to work when jiro and yuri were gone as much as you could. it hurt too much to see jiro, to remember what had been between you. and it angered you too much to see yuri, who treated jiro like a servant despite his appalling health.

if yuri noticed your avoidance, he didn't say anything.

what you hadn't realized is jiro had watched you earlier when you fled the lab, murmuring some choked excuse about schoolwork, refusing to look at him or yuri when they had entered.

that was awhile ago, and now you were sat in your bed, chin resting on your knees as some old show played on your tv for comfort.

you didn't know how long you had been sitting there, staring at the screen but not seeing it. time may as well have been in limbo for all your awareness of it.

your boyfriend was alive. and he had no clue who you were. he didn't remember confessing to you in the lab, how he had leaned so close that you were breathing each other in. he had no memory of how he had kissed you, soft and tender, bathed in blue light, the chill in the air forgotten as you shared heat.

but you did. you remembered the joy in his eyes when you had reciprocated his feelings, how his slightly chapped lips had pressed against yours, how his hands had settled on your waist like they belonged there. because they did.

a knock pulled you from your bittersweet memories.

joints creaking, you got to your feet, wiping tears from your cheeks.

"coming," you croaked, wincing at the hoarseness of your voice.

deep breath in, out, open the door-

jiro stood on the other side, holding your phone in his hand. staring at the lock screen.

he looked at you, taking in the deer-in-headlights expression on your face. your eyes were rimmed red, dark circles indicating your lack of sleep.

"you left this on the bench when you left earlier," he said, looking back at the lock screen.

a photo of you and him, both with wide grins, flushed cheeks. both of you looking happy. care free.

"oh, thanks." your voice was robotic, reaching out to take the device from him.

his fingers brushed yours as he handed it to you, both of you stiffening at the contact.

jiro's eyes fixed themselves on the ground.

"i asked yuri about you."

your lungs squeezed at the admission, unable to fill with air as you floundered, waves of emotion threatening to pull you under.

his eyes met yours carefully, "i know that this isn't easy for you. yuri told me we had been dating when i had my accident."

you nodded numbly, chewing the inside of your lip.

"i don't remember. i don't even-" his voice broke, and you watched as jiro swallowed, seeing how his eyes glistened, "i don't even remember myself."

"it's not your fault-" you began, but he shook his head.

"let me finish, please," jiro had been a great boyfriend. sure, he was blunt, and very stoic, but he had also been incredibly caring and attentive to you. the emotion in his voice was something you had only heard once, way back when he had confessed his feelings to you. apprehension had lined his features, scared that you would reject him and he would lose your friendship.

now, he sounded like he was choking on his helplessness. the grief of losing who he was, what he knew, who he knew.

it dawned on you then that both of you were grieving his loss, one of you was just better at hiding it.

jiro stepped forward, and you let him into the room, shutting the door carefully.

he looked around your room, seeing pictures of the two of you, you with friends, your family members, a man who looked a lot like himself but with a vastly different fashion. he closed his eyes, letting the familiar smell of you sink into him.

"if it's alright with you, i'd like to get to know you again. i think i used to love you, and i'd like to again."

tears dripped down your cheeks at his words, and you found yourself nodding before you could even think about it.

you knew that you would never miss the opportunity to be with him, and jiro knew that he would love you again.

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unrelated to any of my normal posts but a psa regarding my career field bc i have had several people in the past 2 days get royally pissed at me over prices:

Veterinary Medicine employees are NOT at fault if you cannot afford treatment for your pet.

You may ask: Well, why don't you offer payment plans?

the answer? bc no one pays if we do.

It is EXPENSIVE to run a veterinary hospital.

Keeping meds in stock, supplies, having equipment (radiograph machine, anesthesia machines, our cold laser therapy machine ALONE is about $30,000, ultrasound equipment, etc) paying staff (vet tech and vet assistant cert programs range from $20k-30k AND MORE depending on location), veterinarians (vet school is vv expensive), paying utilities- it is VERY expensive to run a hospital, and we get NONE of the federal funding that human med gets.

Yes, the corporations that own most vet clinics do raise prices significantly and that is a problem. However, it is NOT the fault of your veterinary team.

It is ALSO not our fault if you got an animal when you could not afford basic care. The most common thing i see working ER is people who let their dogs get pregnant and now are pissed at the $3500-$4000 C-section estimate. Shelters offer like $50 spay and neuter, sometimes they even do free ones! yet it is OUR fault bc people didnt educate themselves before becoming responsible for another life.

Yes, owning a pet is expensive and yes, corporations jack costs.

However, that is not the fault of the veterinary team who is barely making ends meet bc we are criminally underpaid. I could make significantly more money if i changed career paths. I stay because i love my patients, and it is the most rewarding thing when they come in for a followup and are doing much better than before.

We are here because we love your animals and we want to help them, but unfortunately we live in a capitalist hellscape and it costs money to survive.

If my job decided to cut my pay to lower costs i would leave bc i have my own animals and bills to pay, and my landlord etc will not accept "good intentions" for payment.

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my husband and i are watching the new final destination and then spending the rest of the day painting mini figurines and watching the other ones (we are getting into trench crusade, a table top game, and i have some dnd figures to paint). i'm also gonna be writing and hopefully posting some stuff later. being married is pretty great- esp when you are both huge nerds. mind you this man is aware that i write+read fanfic and will give me ideas for it regularly lol

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Out of My Mind

AN: I listened to Dangerous by Sleep Token (the new album is a 10/10) and thought of Rui for this💜

TW: Angst and fluff (a tinge of nsfw, mainly YEARNING), has a happy ending. Rui is down bad (so are you). i imagine that the reaper curse works by reaping the soul from the body, but that mc is immune bc of her curse bc i say so

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to be unable to touch anyone else had been a profoundly isolating experience. rui often thought that many people feared being alone, being isolated. some thought it was better that way.

none of them had experienced it.

they hadn't tasted the deep ache of loneliness, the bitter desire to hold and be held by another person-

some days the weight in his chest felt too heavy, emptiness making him so light it was as if the next gust of wind would blow him away.

but he had built a shell- a fragile, desperate thing intended to seal off the need- need to be touched, feel skin against skin, to feel loved.

it had worked. his flirty persona a tremulous protection against what he could not have. was it unhealthy? definitely.

but it worked.

until he met you.

so bright, so kind, soft curves and sharp smiles. finally, rui understood what people meant when they said home was a person.

you radiated a warmth, the fear in your eyes so achingly familiar to the taste of his own, and rui found himself thinking about how it would feel to sink into your soft body- a thought quickly followed by a pang in his chest, shifting himself to be a few steps farther from you.

and when you earnestly promised to help him break his curse?

his eyes were drifting to your lips, imagining how sweet you would taste.

truly, he needed to stop. he needed to keep himself as far as possible from you. being around you felt like a dagger to the heart- he could never take the risk. would never do anything to hurt you- or in his case kill you.

he couldn't help it though. he needed you like oxygen, unable to breathe when you weren't near him.

it was a mistake. your presence made him giddy, and the harsh realizations that he could never feel your skin on his made the ground lurch beneath him.

he fought desperately to ignore his desire for you- shove it down, reinforce his shell, tuck all those emotions into a little box and throw away the key.

you were dangerous.

you flirted back with him, the reciprocation causing his ears to burn. sure, strangers who were unaware of his curse would flirt with him- never someone who knew, though.

he found himself unable to hide when he was near you- you saw through it everytime. he started turning to you when the emptiness became too much, your familiar presence filling some of the deep chasm at his core.

you'd talk about random things- things you had learned in class, the last mission you had helped with. what he coveted the most was the snippets he would get of your life from before.

the normalcy, the casualness of your words. you treated him like there was nothing different about him. your presence in his room and the cadence of your voice filling the air blanketed him, making the distance feel less overwhelming.

and when your curse weighed on you? you called him.

the man who could never pull you into his chest for comfort. who could never rub your back soothingly.

you called him.

and all at once it was drowning him. the flood of sheer affection, bittersweet love, the aching desire to strip you both bare, seeking the solid assuredness of the other person. it hurt. but it also felt right.

it felt as if this was always going to happen- that in whatever life this was going to be the outcome.

he was always going to love you.

at this point, it had been awhile since you had been assigned to Obscuary for a mission. it was only you and rui- ed had refused to accompany you and darkwick had yet to allow lyca off campus.

he watched you on the train, worrying your nail between your teeth. the mission mentioned a dangerous anomoly- one that was perfect for rui to handle.

the only time his reaper curse was useful.

the swirling lights outside highlighted your soft cheeks, and rui wondered what could have happed if you met under different circumstances. he imagined the sneaky kisses you could share in the mornings, lost among soft sheets and the haze of sleep before one of you would pad to the kitchen, the smell of coffee filling the apartment you two shared. he thought of your soft arms wrapping around his torso while he cooked, your warmth seeping into him from behind.

you two could have had a normal life.

a normal relationship.

yet here you were, on the roof of an abandoned apartment building, facing the creature.

your research into the topic had revealed rumors that this apartment building was abandoned due to a malevolent spirit.

an urban explorer had gone missing three days ago after talking about going to this building.

turns out the spirit had killed him and possessed his body.

He stood in front of you both, a broken camera afixed to his chest, limbs jerky, milky eyes fixed on you both.

The creature lurched forward with startling speed. you tried to jump out of the way, only to feel the iron grip your arm as the corpse reached out, graying flesh gripping your jacket.

"rui!" your frightened scream caused the ghouls blood to freeze in his veins as he watched it throw you.

rui shoots forward, ripping off his glove as the creature grabs him.

his hand sinks into the dead flesh, the creatures final snarl echoing before its grip went slack.

rui didn't hesitate, feet pounding into the concrete as he runs to you, gripping the roofledge with white fingertips.

your frightened expression mirrored his, fingers slipping.

"help!" you begged, and rui attempted to shove his gloves back on, until-

"rui!" your shriek caused him to react, grabbing your wrist as your fingers slid off the ledge, hauling you to safety.

and then he froze, hand flying from your wrist as if he had been burned, bile rising in his throat as he scrambled back from you.

his eyes were squeezed shut, unable to take in your lifeless form.

tears began to leak from his eyes as he realized what he had done.

choked gasps fell from his mouth, breath rapid, unable to fill his lungs.

he had fucked up more than he could have ever imagined.

he hadn't done enough to suppress his feelings, had allowed them to fester- had allowed himself the paradise of your presence. and yet, reality would always come crashing down. he would always hurt people.

he would always kill them-

"rui?" he winces at the sound of your voice, eyes cracking open, unable to prevent himself from seeking you even when he knew it was hopeless-

you were kneeling in front of him, hands up in a way like you were reaching out for him.

you were alive.

but he touched you- had felt the smoothness of your skin against his.

you meet his gaze carefully, calmly- hesitantly reaching out like you expected him to jerk away.

and then your hands cupped his cheeks, rui's eyes fluttering closed at the feeling, your thumbs gently wiping away the tears that fell from his eyes.

it had been so long since he had experienced such tenderness.

"you saved me." those words caused his eyes to open, taking in the gratitude on your face. no anger at his carelessness, at the fact that he had touched you and every one he touched died.

"y-yeah," he stammered, unable to believe it.

you were alive. and he could touch you.

he's moving before he knows it, swooping forward with one thought in mind.

how would your lips feel on his?

the answer?

heavenly.

he's sure that his tears are wetting your cheeks until he pulls away and sees that you are crying too, looking at him with such unadulterated adoration while his hands cradle your cheeks with reverence.

and just before he can form the words, you speak.

"i love you."

its the soft assuredness of your tone, no ounce of doubt in your voice. you said it like it was a fact. like it always had been.

rui knows it was a fact for him.

lips against yours, he murmurs "i love you too," and he knows he always had, even before meeting you. a part of him had been in love with you since the beginning of time, and in any life he knew he would love you.

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i spent all my diamonds and wont be able to get more until hes gone😭😭💀

It took him a few pulls but hubby came home 🙏🙏🙏

Rui tried showing up first to impress me but I stay loyal to my Zombabe <3

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First JJK fic!

TW: established relationship, dom!suguru x sub!reader, so gross, bigdick!suguru, hes sadistic and oh so broken for you, slight god/worship allusions, i'll literally never recover from this

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You're writhing beneath him, eyes glassy, cheeks burning red.

He could practically smell the juices leaking from your cunt, destroying your cute little underwear.

He had been gone too long, far away from you and your insatiable lust.

"Needy little thing," his violet eyes narrow with a lazy satisfaction, like a cat toying with a mouse.

Honeyed pleas drip from your glossy lips, and he would have felt bad if he were anyone else.

But this is Suguru Geto and he took delight in your desperation.

And he knew that you had been unable to cum for the past two weeks, your whiny voice cracking in the receiver when you would call to complain.

Sure, he could have helped.

Tell you how to rub your pussy-

"Treat her gently, sweet thing, gotta make sure she's not too wrecked when I get home."

"Like that- circle that little clit."

"C'mon, be a good little whore and cum for me."

He knew from experience that his low, sleepy voice alone could make your legs shake and pussy cream.

No, he was first and foremost sadistic and wanted to see how much you could edge yourself.

"Knew you couldn't cum- wanted to see how needy you'd be when I got back," you feel the electrifying sensation of his teeth grazing your ear as he spoke, carefully pulling your panties off. Your pitchy whine triggered a sharp jump of his thick cock.

His fingers grazed your squelching pussy, hips thrashing as he worked two inside immediately, the harsh stretch causing you to shriek so fucking pretty.

"Tight fuckin' pussy, sweet thing." the words cause you to burn. Suguru's mouth alone made you dumb.

The clench of your pussy barely eases before he's fucking his fingers into you- your head spinning, pussy fluttering as he worked a third finger in already.

"Sugu'!" you cry, fingernails gripping into his round shoulders, wrecked little hiccups slipping from your spit-slick lips.

"Fucking- dangerous little minx," he snarled, feeling his cock throb at the nickname you only used when you were particularly fucked out.

He rips his fingers from your cunt, feeling how your orgasm washed over you, your absolutely hysterical protests flooded from your lips as you lost the stimulation. Your cunt squeezed around nothing as he works his cock out, watching the sugary strands of your cum leak out.

"Oh, poor thing. Here," his cock pushed into your spasming cunt, "let me help you."

His words were cut off by the ringing in your ears, the whiplash of your ruined orgasm to the thick fucking cock carving into your soul causing your vision to blur.

Suguru was a mean man, starting a brutal pace that had a CLAP echoing every time his rude hips met yours.

But Suguru is also as needy for you as you are for him, forehead pressed into yours as he trembles, violet eyes hazy as he watches where you two connect- the way your gummy pussy looks stretched full around him, the frothy white of your cream coating his base.

Then your voice- "Close- wanna cum! Sugu', please-"

He kisses you to shut you up, feeling his balls squeeze at your desperate plea.

Breaking away, he drools into your mouth, sanity slipping as he watches your face, "Cum, cum on my fucking cock- oh fuck-" he whines himself as you tense up, cunt clamping around his fat cock while you shatter.

"Oh, fuck, take it- fucking perfect slut," and through your bleary gaze Suguru looks like a god when he cums, eyes fluttering closed, jaw clenching, inky hair hanging in his face.

And when his hips start to grind into you, cock hardening again, you're convinced you would worship at his altar forever.

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planning to work on some fics after work today! hoping my motivation persists for the next 4 hours so i can get thru this shift and the shit i need to do at home.

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Have some feral alan when he finds out Alt!reader wears cute underwear like lace trimmed patterned w skulls and hearts

@midoalan since you are also as feral abt him

TW: literally like so gross. So smutty, rough sex, first time together. Prolly ooc alan

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Alan thought you were oblivious to the effect you had on him.

How his heart spasmed in his chest every time you smiled at him- quick, witty grins, sweet, caring grins- the way your plump lips curved and the twinkle in your eyes.

You had heat flooding his cheeks- imagining a different, blissed out smile. Every time his pants would tighten, and he would stammer out a reason to leave.

You were sharp eyes, studded clothes, fierce kindness. Witty remarks falling from your candied lips.

And you had reduced him to an absolute mess. He was a grown man and you had made him have the hormones of a thirteen year old boy.

It was only now, that he saw the cute, skull and hearts underwear that pressed into your plush ass that he realized you knew exactly what you did to him.

You had invited him over to watch a movie- explaining with a sweet voice that it was a horror movie and you didn't want to get too scared.

Alan had barely managed to choke back a yes over the phone, already imagining your body pressed into his as you sought comfort.

You had greeted him at the door, explaining with a smirk that the AC was out so it was hot- collar of your oversized shirt sagging down your shoulder, exposing sweat glistened skin, the expanse of your legs out of the hem revealing that you had no pants on, underwear obscured by the shirt. The sight had his blood draining south, jaw ticking as he stared at you.

And then you had bent down in front of him to put the DVD in. You had ushered him to the bed so he could settle in, claiming this was the easiest spot to put the TV.

Your sweet scent surrounded him, his eyes devouring your exposed skin.

Your shirt rose up, revealing your patterned panties, and it hit him.

You turned back with knowing look, taking in his wild eyes and ragged breaths.

His eyes flicked to yours- dark, ravenous.

And then he was on you, craning your head back for a messy kiss. hand wrapped gently around your throat. His hips ground into your ass, denim rough against your soft, silky skin. You whined into his mouth, causing a deep groan to sound in his chest.

"Y-you finally got it," you teased against his mouth, eyes twinkling in satisfaction before they fluttered closed.

"Fuckin' tease," he spat in return, tearing your drenched panties from your squishy flesh, the neediest moan leaving your throat at the stinging sensation left behind.

He allowed you to flop down as both hands worked his belt, shoving his pants down just far enough to free himself, body jerking as he brushed it against your drooling pussy.

"You did this shit on purpose- had me feeling like a fuckin' horny kid again-" his hips began to press forward, thick cock breaching your fluttering hole, warm breath fanning your ear as he leaned down, stifling a wrecked moan- "rubbing my cock raw at how I imagined your pussy would feel?" you pulse around him, pitched whines falling from your lips as he stretched you open.

And then he began to grind into you, shudders wracking both of your bodies at the feeling.

"A-Alan, fuck- harder!" you squeal out, throwing your hips back to get more friction-

And he's gone.

His hips slam into yours, fingers gripping your pudgy hips, surely leaving bruises.

You keaned, drool slipping from your mouth.

As soon as he started, he was pulling out of you, a protest falling from your lips as he reeled you up.

Your back slammed into your soft mattress, the ghoul on top of you before you could blink, rubbing against your clenching cunt.

"Had to see you, had to," he murmured out, staring at the way your soft lips parted around him.

The new angle had your back arching, eyebrows pinching, and then he feels it.

The way your pussy clamps down, getting impossibly slicker, just about ripping his orgasm from him.

He blinks down at you, eyes blown, "did you just cum?"

The bashful, fucked out smile on your face while you nodded at him had him throbbing, and without warning he began thrusting again, feeling his own high approaching.

The whimper that falls from your lips at the overstimulation flooding your senses has him huffing out a laugh.

"s what you get for being a fuckin tease," he says, a surprisingly whiny moan slipping from his lips.

"wanted you to move first!" you slur, feeling another orgasm hurtling towards you.

His eyes roll back at the words and he leans down, lips colliding as you pant into eachothers mouths.

"g'nna cum, doll, where-" you cut him off with a shout,

"inside, please- on birth control!"

And he's gone, jerking above you, grinding himsef against the sweet spot inside of your gummy pussy, cock jumping as you lock around him, feeling your juiced squirt around him as you cum.

You both cought your breath, chests heaving as he slowly slipped out of you, eyes watching as cum began to drip from your swollen hole.

And then it sinks in.

"You wanted me too?"

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there is nothing weirder than being used to writing fic for small fandoms, then writing a fic for a bigger one and being immediately overwhelmed by how active bigger fandoms can be

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I promise you my work will always be my own. If i can write a 20 page research proposal to investigate if there is a relationship between habitat loss and increased rates of zoonotic disease while also working full time without ai then i can certainly write 500-4000 words on my silly fictional men

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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I'll Crawl Home To Her

AN: Have a super sweet Lucifer confession. I'm so proud of her. I listened to Work Song by Hozier and this happened.

TW: Fluffy, so fluffy. Very in love Lucifer, cute sleepy Luci, I cannot overstate how much he loves you.

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It had almost stumbled from his lips so many times. Three little words he almost said at times far better than this.

Ballroom dances in which you had been more radiant than the Celestial Palace, glowing with an air of ethereal beauty. Your hand in his, warm eyes fixed only upon him. He had imagine the words flowing smoothly from his lips, the way you would smile as you overjoyed at his confession.

The words had gotten stuck, Lucifer suddenly wondering why you would want him.

He, who had hurt you several times. Who had always treated you as less than him.

The second time had been over a glass of Demonus (wine for you) in his study. You had come to study in there, seeking its quiet solace so you could focus away from the demands of his brothers.

You had asked him a question about the subject, voice shyly apologizing for interrupting him, but you really didn't understand this sigil and its significance in the Devildom.

Some sort of superstitious inheritance to the more primitive past of demons, he had explained succinctly, watching in awe as curiosity dawned on your soft face.

He could sense them, the questions that burned in your throat. It was not the first time he had seen this curiosity, but to see it so raw, so real- he needed to hear more of your questions, if only to see how your wide-eyed gaze regarded him as if he were the most fascinating being to exist.

Questions had turned into conversation, which had led to now, you two sharing a drink while your giggles subside from a wry remark he had made ("If they had seen my father look for his shoes, they'd worship him less").

That sound. That sound was the finest he had ever heard. He could listen to it forever, his chest swelling with the knowledge that he could make you laugh.

It had almost fallen from his lips, and then he choked, wanting the moment to be just right. He wanted it to be grand- flowers, dinner, a kiss.

The third time Lucifer almost blurted out those three little words was when you stood up to him.

The week had been a particularly taxing one- dealing with missives from various members of the royalty, credit card statements from Mammon's latest gambling spree, Asmo's "much needed" shopping spree, Satan's newest bookshop binge- not to mention Levi's online orders and Beel's restaurant trip. They were wealthy, as members of Diavolo's inner court, but organizing the payments was a headache as he deducted from each demon's account. He had also heard a couple of whispered threats towards you. The culprits would never act on it (not after what Lucifer had threatened, relishing in the taste of fear as their faces went white), but now he had to organize appropriate safety measures for you. The problem? He couldn't shake the feeling that you would only be completely safe with him.

And then, Mammon had started a fire in the kitchen.

The second oldest couldn't leave you alone for five minutes while you cooked. He had bumbled in your way, causing oil to spill on the lit burner.

Sure, you had stifled it very quickly, and neither of you had been hurt, and Mammon was stammering out apologies to you, ears bright red.

Still- how could he be so careless? What if you had gotten hurt? Can't he just back off of you for a second?

After the final sentence you had stepped between him and a blustering Mammon, glaring up at him, hand on your plush hip.

The way your eyes narrowed has his brain resetting, and when you berated him for how he was speaking to Mammon, and how it was an accident.

He had nearly breathed out the words, entranced by your fierceness, your desire to protect his brother.

How a human like you was protecting a demon, and not for the first time.

Yeah, he needed to organize his confession.

And now? How he actually says it?

Just a few days after the incident in the kitchen, he found himself leaning back in his chair, groaning in exhaustion.

A peak at his D.D.D revealed the time to be one forty-three in the morning.

He had long since loosened his tie, top few buttons undone, sleeves haphazardly rolled up his arms. His hair was a mess from how many times his fingers had worried through it, glasses sagging low on his nose.

His eyes burned, swimming with mind-numbing words.

He shoved his chair back, deciding that he would work through one more cup of coffee and then he would call it a night.

He padded through the house on sock-clad feet, shoes long since kicked off somewhere into his study.

He froze at the sound of clinking around the corner, the soft sound of humming in the kitchen.

The sweet, siren song within.

He krept around the corner, hesitating in the door way when he saw you.

You puttered around in the kitchen, preparing the coffee maker and placing a mug underneath the spout. You were the picture of domesticity, old pajama pants, worn from use, oversized knit cardigan obscuring the shirt you wore. You hummed some song from the human world as you worked, placing a cookie on a plate from the batch you had made with Levi earlier (you had been insisting that since you make an effort for his interests, he make an effort to participate in yours, a fair trade in Lucifer's opinion).

He cleared his throat and you squeaked at the sound, whirling around.

If he could, he would bottle the sound of your surprise, keep it hidden away to listen too when he needed a pick-me-up.

And then you choked out an explanation (you were going to surprise him, figured he was up late and might need the coffee, and definitely a snack).

The sweet innocence of your voice as he approached, looking up at him with such a genuine, warm expression-

"I- I love you." he stammered out the words, voice low and sleepy, too tired to hold back the phrase he had almost said so many times before.

Your eyes flew wide at his statement, his hands grabbing your waist, pulling you into him.

His fingers sank into the plush of your love-handles, gripping you as if he was afraid you'd vanish, like an mirage in the desert that was his life.

Your hands landed gently on his chest, looking so cute with the flustered look on your face.

And then the most epochal smile spread across your plump lips.

And you said it back.

"I love you too," falling so sweetly from your mouth.

So many times he had nearly said it, and by all there was he had wanted the moment to be grand, to give you the universe with his confession.

Yet now, while he leaned down, lips pressing carefully into yours, he knew that there would have never been a more perfect moment than this one here.

For the first time in a millennia, he found himself unsure what would happen next.

All he knew is that as long as he had you, it would be worth it.