#agapito fluff

[cuddles-and-kisses]

So The Cat's Out Of The Bag,,,

Another fanfic for Agapito (an OC that belongs to @yandereaffections) The story starts under the cut. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,908 Trigger Warnings: Subtle yandereness, I can't think of any others

It’s 11 pm. I’ve been avoiding schoolwork all day and I’m in no rush to fix it. I've been writing fanfiction, of sorts, for the past 3 hours. On the bright side, the first draft is done! My back hurts from sitting so long while my butt hurts because I’ve sat on a wooden stool this long. I need to take a break but what to do? Oh, what to do? My weekly planner is wide open on a bookstand to my right. I could be productive, or I could keep avoiding them... So the planner is closed now. I’ve reorganized pens in a pen cup for the seventh time. Is there a limit to how many times a person can adjust a desk lamp before going insane? There has to be something else to do but what? As if on cue, my phone lights up with a text from my Baby. We’ve been official for 6 months so our dates are a lot more casual nowadays.

“Angel, I want attention. Unlock the back door” I’m aware it doesn’t seem like it but this is how he asks to come over. He won’t come over until I respond giving the green light. “Bold of you to assume I’m home and not partying at a random frat house” We both know I’m not doing jack at 11 pm on a Friday. Nonetheless, it’s fun to pretend I have a flourishing social life. “That’s cute. Back door please” Alright, now to get up and- ow, fuck, ouchie, ok, hold on. *POP* There we go!

I should probably pick my room up real quick. I made my bed earlier today so that’s not a problem. The svallerup rug from Ikea collects dirt a lot faster than I expected. Although would he really notice? It’s not bright in here. My dresser by the door looks fine. The futon is in couch mode, so there’s not much left I don’t have to clean up for him. In reality, I’m not cleaning for him, I just like having a clean room. The last thing I do is turn on the fairy lights above my head then light a vanilla candle. I know he’s coming over to cuddle or really do anything involving him getting affection. I might as well make my bedroom reflect that, right?

I half-jog upstairs to unlock our back door. Why the back door? It’s not because I love Jesus. Let me explain. The living room floor creaks way too loud. Also, my parent’s bedroom is right next to that door. The side door alerts our dogs to start pitching a fit. How can they hear it from the opposite side of our house? I may never be able to understand. Moonlight drifts halfway across the backroom. Sparse nightlights cover the remaining needed light. I flick on the backdoor lights followed by opening a few blinds to let more light in. Their orange glow overpowers the moonlight near the backdoor.

For whatever reason, the moon is far brighter tonight. Or my pupils are hella dilated because I’m thinking about my Baby. Either way, moonlight dusts over parts of the backroom and kitchen ahead of me. One last light to turn on. An LED light above our kitchen sink smashes through most surrounding darkness, making it almost impossible to see into the living room. White cabinets outline our kitchen. None of the cabinets match each other in this house. It’s as if this house was built in parts instead of planned out from the start. The counter is occupied with things you’d expect; a bread box, knife set, fruit basket, coffee pot, and an air fryer. Yet, there's evidence real people live here. Crumbs from a snack, mail by the fruit basket, half-empty coffee pot, as well as children’s toys forgotten all about

Everyone else is snuggled up in warm beds, sleeping. I can pick out each person’s snoring pattern when they poke through tonight’s ambiance. There are moments where quiet feels like serenity, others where it feels like emptiness. I can’t decide which one I’m feeling because I realize I’m about to have a visitor. A cup of coffee sounds like the perfect way to waste a few minutes while waiting for my lover.

Coffee cup out of the overhead cabinet. A coffee spoon from beside the coffee pot. Fake sugar off the shelves. Room temperature coffee in the pot from this morning. French vanilla coffee creamer out of the fridge. And just like that, a proper cup of coffee is served. Light reflects off the glossy coating painted over our pale coffee cups. Mom considers it a priority to have everything match or look cohesive. Appearing put together is a source of pride for her. A cup is a cup however matching cups make her happy. My ears perk up at hearing his tires pulling into the driveway. My coffee creamer swirls in the cup as he walks up the driveway. The coffee spoon clings against the inside of my coffee cup simultaneously with the creak of our back gate. All that’s left is to wash off this week’s coffee spoon then put it back. I have only a few more seconds until my Love is with me again. I’m a sappy and hopeful romantic for him, get off my back. He’s learned how to silently open the back door and if I didn’t have good peripheral vision, I would’ve yelped.

Intimate hands snake around my hips as a tender kiss is pressed against my neck. I can feel the tender smile tugging at his lips after the kiss, he had a really good day? His body is pressed against mine as he murmurs “Honey, I’m home~” behind my ear; earning a soft chuckle from me. I turn to face him, wrap my arms around his neck, and greet him with a deep kiss. This time on the lips. “Welcome home, my Love.” He’s so close to me, I can smell the cigarette he had on his way over here. The absence of alcohol or weed stench affirms he didn’t have a bad day at work. I can’t wait until these interactions become a daily occurrence. This man is breathtaking under normal circumstances; but, under the glimmer of moonlight,,, I can’t form a single thought while looking at him. The raw admiration and love this man holds in his eyes? Who could stand a chance against him? Not me. Wrong choice.

His hands linger along the sides of my hips. I hold his arms in an attempt to keep him close to me, just a little longer. “I brought you a few things. I’ll go set them on your desk.” He knows gifts aren’t my thing in spite of that he claims I deserve the entire universe. I breathed out, “Ok, I’ll be down in a minute,” then started moving to get my coffee cup, as well as a few snacks to bring downstairs. He starts heading downstairs content with how flustered I am. WAIT A FLUFFING MINUTE THE FANFICTION IS ABOUT HIM!! I whisper yell ‘Baby’ until his head pops back around the corner. I threaten him to not touch or look at my laptop. It was a pathetic attempt considering what he does for a living. In my defense, I tried. I forgot he’s in essence an overgrown teenager who will do the exact opposite of what he’s told. Wanna know what he does? Grin. I’m so fucked.

Agapito dashes downstairs and leaves me in unadulterated fear. I’m frozen in place, trying to come to terms with my fate as his footsteps fade. It’s not smut or anything, just a simple night and morning routine imagining that we lived together. This is going to be so embarrassing. Please spare me this treacherous fate and undying embarrassment. Deep breaths, just take deep breaths. Get your coffee then snacks then, simply, accept what’s just happened.

With arms full of snacks, I shut my bedroom door as gingerly as I can. Setting the cup on the dresser right by the door to make this a little easier. He’s standing at my computer, reading through the last page. Oh hey, he brought me Rolo’s as well as 3 Musketeers. Nice! Oh wait, he’s done reading. His shoulders aren’t tense; his breathing hasn’t changed; all the same, he’s just standing there. “Why did you write this out instead of doing it?” That’s a good question tbh. My Baby’s voice sounds hurt, despite that, he’s trying to hide it. Ok, he needs a hug. Now to throw the snack on the bed. He needs a rib-crushing hug and you bet your butt I’ll be the one to deliver. I tug at his elbow so he’ll face me then pull him into me. His shoulders are right under my chin when we’re facing each other. I bury my face in his neck while my arms hug him as tight as I can. Except why is he upset about this?

His love for me is nothing to scoff at. He loves me the same way he wanted to be loved when he was younger. We’ve figured out he’s catching up from his pre-teen years and onward. So about 13 years without a stable romantic relationship. When he was trying to court me I had to call him out all the time for manipulation. I know he’s terrified I’ll think he’s not good enough. He has episodes of frantic attempts to meet all of my needs, even if it’s not asked for or needed. What is going through his head? Does he feel like he’s not good enough? That he’s not loving me enough so I have to turn to a fictional version of him? Does he think he’s not good enough for me to do this stuff with him? None of those are true, obviously. I explicitly stated that in the story he just read. It doesn’t mean he won’t get stuck inside his head. I need to tell him the truth. Even if I wanted to lie, I couldn’t, he’s a finely-tuned human lie detector. One more deep breath. Squeeze him a little tighter. Look him in his eyes and come clean.

“The reason I didn’t just act these out is because, I didn’t know how to ask for it.” His expression shifts from confused hurt to understanding. I start rambling, “I want to have these experiences with you. I’d give anything to have that life with you but we've only been dating for 6 months and I just, wasn’t sure, how to phrase it.” I’m choking on my own pulse from emotions. I realize I was shifting my weight left to right when he pulls me in for another hug and kisses my forehead. We stand there in each other’s embrace for a few moments before he suggests I come to his house tomorrow night. We both know what he’s suggesting. I can’t help but adamantly agree. Excitement zips through my body thinking about tomorrow night. A smile pulls at my lips as I ask, “Do you mind if I wear this shirt tomorrow night?”

Tonight is about Netflix, snacks, and rediscovering the curves and contours of each other’s bodies. Though, not before I mess up his hair while calling him a butthead. It’s evident his insecurities are still tugging at him. Funny enough, his insecurities forgot they’re fighting against me for his attention.

[yandereaffections]

You've never seen a man go pale so quickly. Agapito was already extremely nervous at the thought of one singular child, when did the extra four come to be? He tries his best to seem ok with it, not wanting to smother your spark of excitement, but is just so obvious he's freaking out everytime the thought comes to mind

You'll get through this together surely, after Agapito makes a rough schedule of the months to come along with connections to good baby sitters that has all the fighting experience he does for protecting five children, of course that's what he considers necessary but slowly Agapito will fall into your arms, promising to be better for the whole family that's to come

[kiame-sama]

Master List 2

Blue Exorcist:

Mephisto:

Yandere Mephisto x defiant female

Yandere Mephisto x Human reader

Yandere Mephisto x Self Depreciating Reader

Player- Yandere Mephisto x Reader

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Clingy Cuddles

Yandere Mephisto x Lechuza Reader

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Quarantine fic/headcannons

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Jealousy Headcannons

Yandere Mephisto x Dark Fairy Reader- Headcannons

Yandere Mephisto x Vampire Reader

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Missed Phone-calls

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Joking With Mephisto About Breaking Up

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Mephisto Acting Hurt/Sick

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Someone Flirts w/ Reader

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Reader Period

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Mephisto and Reader Argue

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Personalized Playboy

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Mephisto Kidnapping Reader

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Sweet NSFW

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Stalking Reader

Yandere!Stalker!Mephisto x Reader

Yandere!Mephisto x Pregnant!Reader

Amaimon:

Yandere! Amaimon x Reader NSFW

Yandere Amaimon x human reader

Soft Amaimon x Reader

Yu-Gi-Oh!:

Atem:

Servant’s Loyalty- Atem x Male! Reader X Akefia Lemon NSFW

SNK/Attack on Titan:

Mikasa:

The Wall - Futa! Mikasa x Short! Male! Reader Forced! NSFW

Helsing:

Random Headcannons

Alucard:

Yandere!Alucard x Succubus!Reader Lemon

Yandere!Alucard x Reader NSFW Hc

The Dark Pictures:

Curator:

Rewriting The Story- Yandere!Curator x Reader

Other Tumblr users/OCs:

@yandereaffections

Agapito Adolfo x Reader

Yandere! Agapito x Reader

Yandere! Javier x Reader

My Yandere OCs:

All:

The Boys- Initial Concepts

The Boys- Darling Preference?

Carlos and Jackson- Jealous Hc

The Boys- General Treatment Hc

The Boys- Supernatural Creatures Hc

Carlos and Jackson- Kinks? NSFW

The Boys- Darling Has Conditions Hc 

Evan and Jackson- Lolita Fashion Darling

Jackson and Evan- Kinks? NSFW

The Boys- Propose?

The Boys- Pregnant Darling?

The Boys- Being Flirted With While With Darling

The Boys- Darling Tries to Cook

The Boys- Kinks? NSFW

The Boys- TicTok

The Boys- Revealing Swimsuit

The Boys- Athletic Darling

The Boys- Playing With Their Hair

The Boys- First Time NSFW

The Boys- Makeup?

The Boys- Caught Jerking-off NSFW

Evan and Jackson- Darling Reading Erotica NSFW

The Boys- Fluff

Evan and Carlos- Jealous

The Boys- Ideal Date

The Boys- Being Walked In On

Introducing The Ladies!

Everyone- Darling Being Flirted With

Everyone- How They Met Darling

Walter:

N/A

Evan:

Evan x Reader- Kinks Hc NSFW

Evan x Reader- Shy Male Darling Hc

Evan x Chubby!Reader Hc

Evan x Reader- Other Mafia Takes Interest

Evan x Reader- Feeder Kinks NSFW

Evan x Reader- Darling Trying to Lose Weight

Evan x Reader- Phone?

Evan x Reader- Remove Collar

D, I, R- Even x Reader

Why Sparkle?

F, G, J, M- Evan x Reader

D, G, H, L- Evan x Reader

Evan x Reader- Fluff

Carlos:

Carlos- Darling Hiding Hc

Carlos- Kinks? NSFW

A, J, K, Q- Carlos x Reader

A, E, F, L, O- Carlos x Reader

Jackson:

A, E, J, L- Jackson x Reader

A, G, I- Jackson x Reader

Jackson x Reader- Stressed Darling

Jackson x Fem!Dom!Reader

Amira:

N/a

Kaya:

n/a

Hada:

n/a

Julie:

n/a

My Preferences/About Me/Favorite Yanderes:

A few Fav Yanderes for Yandere Alphabet A/I/K/L/P

Makeup?

2 Brain Cells

Parental Yanderes

Do I like Older Men?

How Much Do I Sleep?

What Is My Narcolepsy Like?

Pajamas?

Longest Sleep?

Fav Food/Drink

Me and My Bestie

My Dumb Doodles:

I found my bandana!

On my way to write more fics, y'all

Fanfic Feels

Don’t Wake Sleeping Gods

New Dumpster

Mephistopheles Tail

Cake

My Dumpster

Toothless

Gravity Falls

Rough Monster Trio

My Cats as Simon’s Cat Art-Style

My DBZ OC

My KNY OC

Fluffy Dragon

Lia is Stuck

Drider Chrollo

Naga Illumi

My Adult-Trio OC

Pride Fawns

Quaints Mushroom Forest

Monster!Yandere!Adult-trio x Bunny-girl!Reader (Rough)

Myself and Silva

Glass and Stone

Monster!Yandere!Adult-trio x Bunny-girl!Reader (mildly better)

[xandertheundead]

2 & 54 for Stanlon!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💕💕💕🎈🎈🎈🎈💕

“You have that press conference at twelve and then you need to go visit the children in the burn ward from that fire that had broken out last week.” Mike sighed and propped his chin up on his fist as he watched his assistant and secretary scroll through his tablet with the cutest little frown on his face. “Oh, we need to go over your French before your dinner the French ambassador as well. Your pronunciation is still complete shit.”

Mike rolled his eyes. “Flashcards are really my thing. Also, how do you expect to to focus on ennuyeux français when you wear those turtlenecks?”

“First off, that sounded awful, are you trying to do even worse? Second, I think you’re the only one who thinks turtlenecks are sexy.”

Mike grinned. “I doubt it.”

Stan tried to glare at him, but Mike could tell from the slightest was his lip twitched that he wasn’t as annoyed as he tried to seem. Mike reached over and pulled him back down into bed, happy when Stan gave minimal fuss. It was nice like this, when the could be just Stan and Mike instead of Stanley Jacob Uris, Lord of Heuste and Crowned Price Michael Agapito Villiam Hanlon-Kewles, Heir to the throne.

Mike let his fingers run through those normally perfect curls, smiling when it made Stan’s hair fluff up to enormous proportions and his beloved groaned. “Stop! I’m going to have to soak my head if you keep doing that. They never go back correctly unless I start all over again.”

“Mmm, that’s okay. I’m the prince. I say it’s okay that you have crazy hair.” Mike grinned when he heard Stan snort against the skin of his neck.

“I’m so appreciative, Your Highness.”

Mike growled playfully at the sarcasm and rolled them over so he leaned over the other, bending down to press a soft kiss to those lips he loved so much. Someday he would have to marry and Stan would too, but for now they had this and Mike wouldn’t give it up for the world.

Please send me some prompts if you want!

[cuddles-and-kisses]

He's Sleepy and I love It

Second fanfiction for @yandereaffections 's Agapito OC. This is written in the first-person perspective with a gender-neutral reader.

Word count: 2203 words

Triggers: Repeating word phrases, intense simping, Agapito is a yandere but it's not shown here. The story starts under the cut!

Mornings always start the night before. Fix the coffee pot then add a pinch of salt to the grounds, put the laundry in the dryer, dishes in the dishwasher, getting spanked as Agapito walks by, wiping down the counters, making sure the trash isn’t full, sweeping the floor, and straightening the couch pillows. We switch off who does what. If I cook then he does more cleaning, if he cooks then I do most of the cleaning. Tonight was no different. After our light cleaning session, we’ll gossip about our day. I’m leaning against the kitchen counter with his body pressed against mine. He’s holding me against him by cupping his hands under my ass. Our faces are inches from each other as he mutters through his day. I can still smell the spices from dinner. There’s no way to know if my face is heating up from his breath or the intimacy I feel in this moment. His voice is too soothing. I’m too incapacitated to do anything other than stand there and listen to his sleepy voice. How hushed it is from being so close. How the occasional vocal fry prevents him from articulating certain words. How I’ve forgotten that time is still passing. How I’ve ignored the entire world without minding for a second.

My eyes are hardly open so I’m not paying attention to what I’m looking at. I don’t notice anything other than how I feel; correction, how we feel. I’m brought back to reality when he kisses the bridge of my nose followed by smiling at me. “How was your day, my Angel?” His eyes are so soft. He is so warm. Is this euphoria? Is this the high he’s been so addicted to? Oh wait, I have to answer him. Sentences, brain, English; come on, you got this. “Oh, well, uhh, It-it was ok.” pausing to trace my fingers along his obliques. Our breaths begin to mimic each other as I watch how his muscles move under his skin. He chuckles with light amusement then trails his hands down my thighs. He jolts me into reality by picking me up to place me on the counter. Fuck, he’s too hot. God damn it. “Hey, counters are for eats not for seats,” we both chuckled at my remark. He holds my chin and pulls me closer to reply “I can fix that, if you want,” and just like that, my face is red while he’s reminded of the power he has over me.

I’d be lying if I didn’t say sleep hasn’t seeped into my voice but I fight through it. Gentle rambling on about my day as I trail my fingers along his jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone, down the arms holding me so close to him, then back up and through his hair. I accidentally lost myself in the stubble growing back, the fading hickeys we share, the shirt that he isn’t wearing, how solid his arms have become, then how soft his hair is. God this man is a poison I’ve overindulged in. By the end of my rambles, my arms are draped over his shoulders and the romantic tension is thick enough to choke on.

Sounds of soft kisses, deep kisses, and sleepy kisses give variation to the whirl of the dishwasher a few feet away. The fumes of Clorox wipes clashing against the aroma of dinner are melting away. Agapito’s body wash is pushing through the cling of cigarette smoke. Nodes of forest wood with undertones of sweet shea butter. His hands are dancing over my body. I can feel him smiling against my lips; of course, I smile back. Snaking my hands along his shoulders, mapping out his body in my mind, the familiar lines coupled with soft skin meet my fingertips throughout. Sooner or later, meandering my way up to his hair. Gentle combing with the occasional tug followed by an amused scoff from him.

“Let’s go get ready for bed, ok?,” Agapito whispers the suggestion against my neck while moving his hands in preparation to carry me to the bathroom. That’s not going to end well because he’ll be preoccupied with giving more affection instead of not walking into a doorframe. One last kiss, then I’ll get down. Don’t get me wrong, our hands were entangled on the way to the master bathroom.

A couple’s sink rests atop walnut cabinets filled with various medications, hygiene products, mismatch towels, and extra toilet paper rolls. Each side of the sink has a cup with a toothbrush and toothpaste as well as the typical handsoap. Following our routine, we brush our teeth together. He uses mouthwash while I get our skincare routines ready. “Darling, can you show me how to use these again? There’s so many steps.” Bullshit, there are 5 steps. Facial cleanser, under-eye brightening cream, rejuvenating toner, hydrating serum, plus nighttime moisturizer. His love language is physical touch; moreover, this cocky man will use this fact against me any chance he can get. “I’ll do the cleanser and you can get everything else. Ok?” I don’t want to be awake longer than I have to. Knowing the person I’m living with, I know he’ll mess up on purpose so I’ll correct it for him.

Sometime later we drift into bed and up against each other. I’ve changed into his shirt paired with his boxers while he remained in his PJs pants. And nothing else. I felt his hands drift up our shirt to hold me against him as if I would disappear at a moment’s notice. Agapito squeezed in a smoke sometime between skincare and getting in bed. Somewhere among the cotton blend bedding, sleepy affections, and his clothes draped over us, he put his cold-ass feet on my bare legs. “You absolute--”

Not to be a cliqué hopeless romantic but waking up in his arms? Immaculate. His faint snores between occasional muscle twitches add to the experience. The comforter is the perfect wingman because it keeps the bed pleasant enough to envelop each other but cool enough to not wake up in a sweat. His cheek is squished against the satin pillowcase while his hair is tousled and tangled from sleeping. My baby is so cute when he’s like this, I could lay here all day without getting bored. The smell of coffee drifts into the bedroom. It’s 7 am on the dot. Time to launch mission impossible, getting out of his arms and out of bed without waking Agapito. If I fail, I’ll miss the morning sun. The plan starts at my legs. Step one: draping them over the side of the bed and, slowly ever so slowly, moving to get a foot on the floor. Whew, step one is done. Step two? Twisting or shifting until I can slip down the bed and wiggle out of his iron grip of unconsciousness.

Mission impossible status: successful. 3 sharp beeps ring through the house; coffee’s ready! Now all I have to do is slip into the kitchen to get started on-- “Angel? Come back here, it’s too early” Shit. Fuck! Babyyyyyy, go back to sleep. I climb back on top of him, surrendering myself to his inescapable hold once more. He’s so sleepy that his lips seldom move when we kiss, I doubt his eyes have opened for the first time. He groans then lazily smiles at me when he finally accepts that he’s awake. “Good morning my beautiful, irresistible, amazing-” gets cut off with giggles and me diving my face into his chest. Damn, it’s 7 am. I’m not ready for his flirts. Heaven have mercy. The little cracks laced through his voice. The soft vibrations through his chest. The octave-lower-than-normal pitch.

I nuzzle my nose into his neck as we debate over breakfast. He offers to make it since I made dinner. It’s only fair, he argues. Chocolate chip pancakes, brown sugar bacon, over-easy eggs, accompanied by blueberries. His favorite breakfast to make as well as my second favorite breakfast to eat. It’s 8 am by the time I can convince him to get out of bed.

Agapito straightens up the bed when I’m making our coffees. His is plain black, like a psychopath, while mine has coffee creamer and sugar, like a well-adjusted and contributing member of society. Now we can enjoy my favorite part of our morning routine. Sitting outside, sipping our coffees, we simply notice the world around us. The humidity of the morning dew is still hanging in the air. The birds aren’t as loud this time of day but I can still hear the non-stop songs forming their conversations. The sound of tires heaving people to their jobs or where ever else they’re headed. The public buses huff out their sighs every so often to join in the ambiance. Agapito’s working through his morning cigarette while making sure to turn away from me when he exhales. This morning is like all others where I find comfort in the mundane consistency. Like all other mornings, I’m leaning against his bare shoulder and gazing into my coffee cup. I meditate on the steam that swirls along the rim of the cup then floats to join the world. I meditate on how I can feel the heat of the cup through my sleeves. I meditate on the sunlight that sparkles against the grass, the parts that the surrounding trees didn’t filter out. Deep breath in, slow breath out. Everything is still. And I am at peace with that.

We relax into each other’s presence, not needing clumsy words to infect the morning, not yet at least. Sipping or smoking until there’s nothing left, meaning it’s time to go back inside. No, my stomachs not growling. What are you talking about my Love?

The house was built on an open floor plan with no shortage of windows. The sun drops that leaked through the blinds bounced off the sparse dust particles suspended in the air. They almost looked like they are emitting their own light. The house radiates a calm, slow pace before my everything starts prepping breakfast. In this moment, I feel how tired I still am and that I wouldn’t argue going back to bed. Tender material blanketed over us in a cozy bed and loving embrace.

After setting the table then making both of us another cup of coffee I stand on the other side of the kitchen to simply admire him. He opened the blinds a little more before he started cooking. The sun has lost its golden tint but his skin tone is naturally tan, balancing it out with perfect precision. I’m left mesmerized as he navigates our kitchen. The light is drifting over his body, glowing against his complexion. Peaks and valleys shifting or disappearing as he moves; admirably showcasing the immense work he’s put into his physique. Adoration swells through my chest. Not because of how physically enticing he is; it’s because I’m reminded of how much pure shit he went through to become the person he is today. The person who doesn’t let me hate myself. The person who doesn’t let me stay inside my head. The person who fosters my interests. The person who is too willing to smother me in genuine, unconditional love. The person who will drop everything at a moment’s notice if I ask him to. The person who started smoking outside and turning away from me to blow smoke.

It almost hurts in a way. I hope he knows how much I love him. I hope he knows how grateful I am for him. I hope he’s picked up on all the details I weave into our relationship to show my love. I might as well become more vocal with my feelings if I’m having these thoughts. That requires being vulnerable,,, I’ll play with his hair and call him a butt head instead. That’ll totally communicate everything, right?

“Are you enjoying the show, sleepyhead?” Oh hell, he’s almost done with breakfast. I didn’t realize I was that lost in him. There’s no way he didn’t notice my staring. My suspicions are confirmed as I watch his god complex take over his demeanor. Agapito’s tender hands wrap around mine, the heat from the stove adheres to his palms. My hands find their way to his sides then tenderly pull him closer to me. I end up brushing my lips against his jawline on my way to leave a hickey behind his ear. A mantra of I love you’s among Thank you’s cascade through my mind then into my body. I swear he heard them because when our eyes met again he replied, “I love you too. Are you hungry?” Hushed voice, possessive eyes, gentle hands, dynamic love. He’s too good at this. I’m too debilitated by him. I want more.

Breakfast is served. Dishes are an afterthought. I decide that I want his lips for dessert; he’s more than happy to have his angel in his lap. The dishes need to be unloaded from the dishwasher. The clothes in the dryer need to be fluffed. Lastly, I need this man by my side through the mundane tasks and less than legal acts.

[yandereaffections]

Javier, Agapito, Nia:

despite your obvious loyalty and giddiness towards finally finding a lover who'll truly love and care for you none of them trust you

Your behavior is too suspicious, as much as they'll love to just accept it and start the loving relationship together they've yearned for it's just so off putting, no way your trustworthy

It's gonna be a bit until they let their guard down, Javier would be the first to just give it all up for the idea of smothering each other in unconditional love, Nias second too impatient to send another day waiting for the perfect moment to actually start your relationship together, and of course Agapitos stubborn ass last.

Jamari, Aiden:

They fall for your sweet behavior way too easily, after all what's wrong with accepting it? You seem so genuinely happy to be in their arms they can't help but want more love from you, they've waited too long for this moment to wait a week to test the waters

Jamari may be a bit hesitant, scared you'll take whatever moment of relaxation to bolt at whatever exit you think you can manage to escape from, but as time goes on he only gets weaker and weaker at how you'll pull him into a cuddle session or express just how much you want his affections, whatever caution he has will quickly slip away at the excited smile you give him

Aiden however likes to believe in the best possible scenario and in this case it doesn't bite him in the ass. He never thought you would fear him in the first place considering just how small he is, but with the way you get hyped at the mere idea of him being there for you truly shows you don't think he'll hurt you, instant trust is shared mutually between the two of you

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They're absolutely smothering, both wanting to be the one to lay their body on top of yours yet not really having enough space for it without making basically your whole body fall asleep with pins and needles pricking at your limbs

Within time they'll figure it out how to balance out their wants for your touch and affections equally, having you sandwiched between the two of them with Jamari pressed against your back due to his bigger frame while Agapito has you snuggled against his chest, arms drapped across your sides and touching the other person, Jamaris head pressed against the top of your own while Agapito has his resting along your shoulders

They're showers of kisses upon your skin in the early mornings when they seem to wake eachother up from the slight movements they make will progressively turn into a competition

Staring at each other from the other side of your body while one makes a bigger move than the other. Jamari licking at your neck in response of Agapito kissing your forehead gently, causing him to nip at your earlobe before Jamari bites at the same area he licked, all these little actions of theirs causing you to make all sorts of pleasent sounds that they're not even doing this out of competition anymore, they just wanna hear all the sounds you'll possibly make flustered

Yes you're going to have to wear a turtle neck shirt for awhile and they have absolutely no shame about it, after all you are theirs

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Agapito will stop what he's doing no matter what it may be when you ask to feel the structure of his face again, enjoying how you feeling over each curve and crevice, but if you dare tug at his little beard playfully he's going to lick at your fingers to freak you out

He finds your skills in memorization amazing, especially if he came home to find you working on his clay face, almost completely alike to how he actually looks since it's still a work in progress. You'll never hear him shut up about it, whether you felt his face a few times before using that information to shape the clay more accurately or went purely off of memory and what felt right, that so impressive

Maybe it's just cause his memory is shit and being able to recreate his face like this is more than he could ever imagine someone can do, either way he lets you know just how much he loves your work

Also you won't know this anytime soon unless you feel the warmth in his cheeks but later on Agapito will tell you just how he was blushing at the idea you have feel of his features held dear to you

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This wasn't even something he was planning on but certainly Agapito is very pleased that you rely on him for such a important and consistent part of your life, after all he couldn't possibly reject this responsibility of his, not that he would want to when you come up to him all sleepy either curling up to his sitting form on the couch or pulling him from wherever in the house he's in to come cuddle you under the covers of the bed you share so you can finally rest with Agapitos warmth against your skin

As excited as Agapito might get there's certainly going to be a problem where you just don't sleep until three in the morning when he gets back from a emergency call covered in dirt and sweat, keeping you up to a ungodly time due to that fact he couldn't set aside the situation that came up without facing the consequences later, even when he finally comes back he's too filthy to even think about complying to your tugs at his jacket, a demand for cuddles, he's gotta take a shower first but angel he promises to be in bed with you soon

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Does Agapito call his angel while high? If he does then what does he say? (almost dating stage)

Scenario Commissioned by Agapitos Pet

It's been a long day, maybe not to you but definitely to Agapito. One thing came after the next due to workers idiotic mistakes, tangles in organization and threats from other smaller yet still concerning gangs, needless to say at the end of the day he definitely wasn't planning on being sober. You'd be proud of how long it's been since he had a smoke of any kind, whether that be because his hands were too full to hold a cigarette or not, it's a shame he won't get the chance to get your praise before taking the first drag of his relaxant.

Nothing better than the ability to let his back hit the couch with the tv playing a show he couldn't care less about. Barely ten minutes in and he can already feel the elevation granted through something so small as a joint, more aware of his body as a human being and the way his fingers may stretch from the way he moves them. While it may be nothing new to the man who sells illegal depressants like this for a living, the bliss that comes with the appropriate amount of inhales will always be something to enjoy.

Agapito’s not sure when he took out his phone but there he was, your phone number on the screen as the ringback tone periodically covers the sound of the tv just waiting to hear his angel's voice, possibly receiving an additional source of ecstasy to his high. The sudden change in noise from the device immediately took his attention, hoping to god he wasn't sent to voicemail and by the shifting on the other line he can tell his prayers have been answered. “It's rather late for you to be calling me, don't you think?” the playful tone of your voice wasn't the energetic “hello” he was expecting though he doesn't mind, it's a blessing to hear your voice against his ear in the first place.

A small amused hum came from the back of agapitos throat “oh it's never too late to talk to you baby” letting you scoff with a obvious smile on the other side of the phone before continuing with a faded mind “I was wondering if you'd like to come over, nothing too scandalous or anything, just simply chilling and watching Tv, maybe I could even play violin for you. I definitely feel like I can learn something you'll enjoy-” emphasising some words with his hands, the smoke from the weed moving with him prior to you cutting him off with a click of your tongue “i'm not sure, you seem a lot chattier than usual, very strange.”

“I'm high that's all” “ah, of course you are” the small giggle that came after your comment was enough to push him closer to feeling his peak, despite how slow time seems to be going he wishes it would stretch out longer so he can bask in the sound of your laughter just a little longer. “It's nice to feel so lightheaded, If you come over I can show you the feeling first hand, have your weight on my lap with your hands pressed against my chest while sharing a blunt, maybe even blowing smoke into your mouth in a kiss, make this moment even more euphoric between the two of us as one.” Agapito’s tone reflects the exact same delight shown on his face, listening to the sheets of your bed shift as you shove your flustered face into the pillows, managing the muffled response of “I don't think I can survive that Agapito, not yet anyways.”

A moment of silence passes as he blows a mouthful of smoke towards the ceiling, giving you a moment to recover. “Do I have to?” you mumble into your screen, looking at the pet name you put Agapito’s phone number under, waiting for his response amongst the background noise of his living room

“I want you to, Angel” slightly more demanding than the past words he said, even so you can dig out the longing for your intimacy in his sentence, knowing whether or not you agree to it, if he really requires your presence to increase his intoxication there's nothing stopping him from just stealing you into his drugged out hold. Sighing out with a “i'll be there in a few minutes” you get out of bed, ignoring how dark it may be outside as your romantic interest hums in content, thanking you for your cooperation with a smile on his lips knowing that he gets to have his baby in the same room with him soon.

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For obvious reason this was one of the main concerns both of them had, with their possessiveness and codependency they assumed it would be hard to participate in a relationship where they might get jealous over one of their lovers attention being taken from them but that of course didnt keep the two of them from trying

All of you are nervous about how this might turn out but that's ok, it means you have something in common to learn and teach eachother with, you'll get through it together as long as communication is key

It may take a while, especially for Jamari, to get out of the monogamous jealousy that comes from you kissing the other before them or going out to visit whoevers out in that moment instead of spending more time with them, reassurance is all it takes to calm either of your lovers really, a simple kiss that says you'll be back to love him just as much with a extra kiss from their other partner

If there's ever a imbalance that actually bothers the three of you best believe Agapito and Jamari will instantly land on the option of cuddles, something no one can get the shorter end of the stick in and can be as intimate with you and the other as wanted, probably smothering you against their chests with legs tangled together, Jamaris hand resting in Agapitos hair while his is laid on the big boys side, beyond ready to enjoy hours of this exact position

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He rarely breaks into your house unless he finds it to be completely necessary, respecting your space yet if he sees a possible opponent and needs a step ahead of them cause he can't physically scare them away yes, you might find that your keys were missing as he makes a quick copy to 'visit' later on before finding them thrown in the back of your car

Anything with his name actually written all over it or things that just call to him will be taken, of course he's careful not to take anything you'll notice are missing but amongst the discarded clothes and old copies of you from your younger years Agapito won't be as considerate when it comes to the letters, stashed away in your desk drawer unopened and still waiting for his eyes to finally read over them

He may originally had planned to be quick with this educational visit but he can't help but stop in his tracks to at least read the first sealed off letter that was written out so nicely, perfectly reflecting how you usually talk through the words you use. Hopefully you don't have any cameras he's not aware of cause he's gonna be standing there reading what he can get his hands on until he hears your front door unlock, quick to take the rest and sneak his way out even if that means hiding in your closet or jumping to a neighbors balcony, he's certainly been in worse situations

Needless to say he certainly has multiple steps ahead of whatever irrelevant rival he once worried over, these letter are all he needs. Agapito doesn't even think about why you never sent them, all he knows is that you feel that same way, solid ground between you two for him to slowly build your relationship up from. Hopefully you just assume you forgot throwing these letters away when you realize they're not there anymore, now opened and out on Agapitos bedside table for him to read over each night

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Don't test him Agapito will bite you back hard enough to leave marks

While it's certainly not a bother, he appreciates love in all its forms including playful aggression but Agapito can only take so many love bites before he starts whacking you every time you try to nibble onto him during cuddles

Also he's the type to escalate any situation you start so either expect a dozen new hickeys or a small silly fight to begin, maybe even both if he's feeling up to teasing you that day

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The three of you usually find some sort of comedy from the way you are, though just because they might chuckle at some joke the other makes at the simple things you just don't seem to have a understanding on doesn't mean they don't adore you for the same reasons

Agapito pokes fun here and there but you know he loves his angel just the way you are, placing kisses and using his stealth skills to sneak up and smother you in his arms, enjoying all the things you do to show your love as well especially how you dedicate yourself to them

Jamari is a bit more focused on praising you for what you can do compared to the things they thought anyone could manage. You can basically see the love in his features when you go out of your way to do something for your two lovers, if you let him Jamari would absolutely drown you in his chest, they love their himbo boyfriend so much

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Agapito finds it absolutely hilarious that you'll bitch slap some other dude who barely gets on your nerves before cuddling up to his chest as if you didn't just assault someone

He's not gonna stop you, not only is it entertaining but it fuels his possessive trait and ensures him that no one else is as special to you as he is. Agapito usually will walk up to you right after a argument you have with some other insignificant person just to bask in the feeling of you being so affectionate to him, a complete contrast to how you were just acting, there's no way he can get off to this more than he already is

Agapitos greedy that is true, but even if he does love how gentle you are around him compared to others, how you cup his face and place small butterfly kisses around and allow him to take care of you as well, there will always be times he encourages you to take a chance to befriend someone. Not that Agapito is sick of your behavior quite the opposite actually, it's simply that his job will take his attention off of you from time to time and he doesn't want to leave you lonely, friends doesnt seem like the worst idea when it comes to ensuring you don't end up sad without him to comfort you

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Anytime he decides he must force you into his possession and care is usually sudden and impulsive, something drove him to considering this option the best and usually means he isn't going to think much on anything else but succeeding on getting you in his hold

But let's say he doesn't feel rushed to get you safe and sound in his arms as soon as possible, Agapito would take his time stalking his way into your house and looking at the way you might decorate your room, maybe getting his hands on your instagram or pinterest account just to see the aesthetic pictures you save and admire, probably would steal a few insignificant items from your shelves and bedside table to just so you can feel more at home when he takes you back with him

This man has always had your medication on him, of course he didn't acquire it legally but nevertheless he has it on the kitchen counter for you and knows it won't do you any harm. It's been there since he learned you have perception medicine just in case you needed a refill and was unable to get one

Any foods you'll have to tell him about, other than that he'll figure it out from the rare times he sneaks into your home, looking through the fridge careful not to move anything out of place. If it's nothing he considers healthy your gonna have to suffer on Agapitos diet for awhile, you're not allowed to just have sweet and savory snacks anymore you're having well cooked, balanced, full meals each day you can't stop him