#this is kinda disgustingly fluffy

[pennjammin]

run, rabbit, run

JJK HALLOWEEN!! nanamixreader

summary ❥ you babysit for the wealthy single dad who lives across the street. it’s the end of october and his halloween party is the talk of the neighborhood. you’re not invited because the kids are out of town, but you decide to pop up on him anyway, and he shows you just how badly he’s been dying to get you alone without the children.

CONTENT: age gap, 86’d sorcery, dilf!nanami, toys, smut, alcohol, dom!nanami, cunnilingus, afab!reader, fluff, friends to lovers kinda, bossxworker, aftercare, slowwwww burn, reader wears animal ears during sex, breeding kink, spit kink, masochism.

word count. 10k

soundtrack 💿: eating - madeintyo

A/N: i tried to stay away from specific pronouns this time but i just love using the word pussy bro

and this one isn’t so much Halloween-centered or spooky as the others RIP i didn’t forget that it’s halloween but it was hard to keep bringing it up once the smut started lolz

also!!! there’s a joke in here involving the color of 🐱; i know everyone’s is not the same color so , fill in the blank for the color that fits yours if u have one HAHAHAH 😭🙏🏼

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You give your ass a good shake.

You’re making sure the long, fluffy tail poking out of your blue shorts isn’t going to fall out. It doesn’t.

You’re dressed as a fox, but not just any fox. A fox cop. You have on a short blue collared top, matching shorts, and of course you’d be no real cop without your utility belt housing fake handcuffs and a plastic baton. To top it all off, you’re wearing fuzzy fox ears on your head, and sheer tights to cover your legs.

You nod in the mirror, satisfied. But the real test, to you, is if Mr. Nanami will like it just as much.

Mr. Nanami is your employer, but more importantly, your neighbor. You watch his two young children five days a week; sometimes even overnight when he has a particularly busy work day. You consider yourself close with them, but your feelings about Nanami are a little deeper than that.

You’d seen him the first time a little under a year ago, when he’d been out on an early morning jog. From then, on you’d become disgustingly obsessed ever since.

Your schoolgirl pining only gets worse every time you see him, and recently you've even gone as far as trying to shamelessly flirt - but he seems to have absolutely no idea. That is the less painful explanation, the other being that he’s just not interested.

But you’re planning to see if you can get that to change tonight. You always dress sensible in front of his children; this will be the first time he's seeing so much skin. It has to work, right?

Tonight, Nanami is throwing the party of the century. He has house workers of all kinds who serve towers of food and delicious mixed drinks. The cherry is that his entire gated lawn has been decorated to the perimeter of fun inflatables and spooky decorations. You know it's mostly for his kids, whom he goes nothing short of above and beyond for.

However, he had informed you days ago that they would be out of town this weekend - and, even if they were not, he's off work, so he doesn’t need you. This means he also had not invited you to his party.

You clearly still intend to show up unannounced, a bold move on your part.

You lock up your house - a small, co-owned property that truly looks out of place across from Nanami's home - which he technically pays the rent for. You carefully make your away across the overcrowded street full of cars, decorations, and humans who are already half past drunk.

As you walk up the stone steps that lead to his front door, your stomach is keyed up. You shouldn't feel any different than you normally do when coming over for work, but you’ve really let this highly unprofessional crush of yours get out of control.

You make it to the porch. You're unsure if he will even hear the doorbell, but you press it anyway. The door slides open after about ten seconds, as if he has been standing there watching it. You feel your body freeze immediately upon seeing him.

Nanami is towering over you in the threshold. His face lights up almost instantly, but that's not all that has your heart threatening to crack open your rib cage; it's also his delicious white button down, popped open by a few to reveal tiny bits of blond chest hair, and then of course there are the long, white ears on top of his head.

“Why hello, officer, did we get a noise complaint?” He chuckles at his own dad joke before bowing his head in greeting. “Sorry, I’m just surprised to see you. I figured you would be thrilled to not have to look at these four walls for a few days while my children are with... their mother.”

You watch his face drop in disgust at the mention of his ex-wife, but he’s never said anything bad about her. Whenever you’d asked why things hadn’t worked out, he’d said "they just didn't." And that was that, but part of you aches to know what had happened.

It shouldn’t matter. He is not interested in you. He gives you a paycheck, and that is all.

"Well," you begin carefully, "Who would want to miss out on the most exclusive Halloween party of the year?"

This coerces a deep laugh out of Nanami, then he steps aside and allows you to walk in. He is holding a short rocks glass of unidentified brown liquor, and you can smell whatever it is in a cloud around him.

Once inside, Nanami’s voice is quite muffled from the clank of dishes and bustle of workers. The two of you stop to stand in the foyer, a grand crystal chandelier winking at you from above.

"Exclusive isn't the word I'd use," he says, following your eyes as he takes a sip. "Everyone and their mother is here. Literally." He tilts his glass towards an elderly woman who stands next to a redhead about Nanami's age.

You should be laughing at his joke but instead, your stomach knots grow tighter at the reminder of how many people his age are here preying on him, the neighborhood catch, with careers and homes of their own.

Nanami is seven years your senior, you think. No wonder he wants nothing to do with a young, non career-oriented thing like you when he has all of these sophisticated people crawling at his feet.

You can't think about that now, or the courage you’ve spent a week building will cease to exist.

"Heh - well, either way," you continue, "it's a big party. I know the kids aren't here, but-"

"But I'm glad you are," Nanami smiles, his eyelids hanging a little low from the liquor in his system. "You look very nice, darling. I like your ears."

He grins and points to his own headband. A grown and very, very large man dressed as something as vulnerable as a little rabbit has your nerves aflame.

"Hmm, I bet you do," you tease. “Like it so much you had to copy me?”

Nanami makes a disapproving sound with his tongue, leaning forward a bit to be eye level with you. "Copy you? I was unaware that rabbits and foxes were the same animal. In fact," he adds, "if I'm not mistaken, foxes are a rabbit's natural predator."

You had been trying to look away from him now that he has moved so close, but as the last sentence rolls out of his mouth, you make the mistake of looking directly into his eyes - and what you see makes your limbs jelly. Maybe it's your delusions, but he seems to be drinking you up equally as much as he is his liquor.

You laugh to pop the bubble of tension, but Nanami's face remains as still as ice.

"Well, I certainly don't think I pose a threat to you, sir," you say, voice unnervingly dry. "You are twice my size."

At this, his intense stare transitions into a soft smile. "You just have to get my guard down. Then, I'm sure a little thing like yourself would be able to have your way with me."

You blink quickly, assuming you've misheard him. Then again, though, he tends to say things that could be flirty - but he is just a naturally charismatic man. Means nothing.

"Ah," you mumble out, shifting your weight from side to side. You have to find a way to change the subject, but most importantly, you need get his attention off of you. You’d wanted it so bad, now you don’t know how to handle it. As you scheme, he sips his drink again, eyes still watching you over the rim of the glass.

"So... the kids always go with their mom on Halloween?" you ask abruptly.

Nanami quickly swallows his sip before shaking his head. "Well I had them for the Fourth of July, you recall."

You do recall. A little too well. Nanami in nothing but tight, black swim shorts and his signature sunglasses as he flipped meat over the grill - and you playing in his pool with the kids. He’d invited you to celebrate the holiday with him after his kids had begged, but your mind was definitely elsewhere. The memory popping into your head almost makes you not hear what he says next.

"We alternate holidays. So I will have them for Thanksgiving, she for Christmas," he shrugs a shoulder. "I would have traded Thanksgiving for Christmas, but alas. Christmas is always the busiest day of the year for me, so they would just miss out on time with their father anyway. I couldn't ask you to ditch your holiday plans for us, again, either."

He sighs. You feel your heart ache; he cares deeply about his kids, but he is definitely a workaholic. That is why you spend every chance you get at his house… well, that’s mostly why. But even then, you sometimes wish you stayed more to help, because Nanami works tireless double shifts, then spends his off days trying to make up for lost time with the kids.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," you say, attempting to comfort him. "You're an amazing father who is doing all he can. They love you so much."

He smiles and bows his head politely, so as to say thank you. "They love you as well. Sometimes, I think more than they do their mother."

You swallow a choke, before rutting out, “Surely not."

Before Nanami has the chance to reply, an older woman who you’d come to known as Agnes walks by with a large tray arraignment of bright green cocktails.

“Nanamin!” she shrieks out. “Where would you like me to put these? Very afraid of them falling. There’s drunkards crawling up the walls! I’ve already swept up sixteen broken glasses! Sixteen!”

You and Nanami turn to look at her with an equally astonished expression.

Nanami leans forward a bit to whisper in your ear, “My apologies in advance for her erratic behavior.”

Agnes is still staring wildly between the two of you as you giggle, awaiting further instructions from Nanami.

“Sit them wherever you think is safest,” he says calmly.

She huffs but ultimately takes his word, speeding off with her kitten heels clacking against the marble floor.

Nanami turns back to you and opens his mouth, but another voice cuts him off.

“Nanami, sir!”

You feel a twinge of irritation in your chest, but you really shouldn’t. He is the host and people need his attention. You should have seen this coming.

“Is everything okay?” he questions politely, turning to face the short brunette in front of him, who bats her eyelashes.

“I… I think that someone is fighting outside,” she says quickly, unable to keep eye contact.

Nanami is a smart man, though. “Oh? Well, what shall we do about that?”

“I thought you could run and stop them,” she says, twisting a piece of her hair around her finger, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m in no mood to be in the middle of a brawl,” he says sternly. “Have the butlers stop it, and remove them. You try not to get involved either.”

She huffs and spins on her heel, walking back through the living room with an angry stomp in her step.

Nanami clicks his tongue, “I really need to have her counseled in compulsive lying. She cries wolf so many times a day.”

You’ve never seen her before, she must be new. This makes you jealous all over again. She’s not quite as old as the rest of the workers, but still older than you. The issue is you see yourself in her, the uncontrollable pining over your shared boss. She just makes hers much more obvious.

Nanami clears his throat, and you notice too late how his hand has slithered to the small of your back.

“Perhaps we should escape somewhere more secluded, hm?” he says. “I really am enjoying our conversation. A shame we keep getting interrupted.”

You swallow thickly. The hair on your spine has raised at his sudden contact, making you shiver.

“Yes, that’s a good idea, sir,” you say, trying to hide how dry your voice has gotten.

Not another word is uttered before Nanami is swiftly whisking you off to another room; his hands now free of his drink and instead gently guiding you by his hand placement.

His gaze is not as focused on you as it is leading you both through the overwhelming crowd of people, and to the hall under the stairs that you know for a fact leads to his workspace. He moves his hands into yours as he gently pushes you ahead of him.

You take the lead and find yourself pushing open the big door to his study. Inside is a complete reflection of Nanami, his wealth and his cleanliness. Even his desk is free of papers, or any indication at all that he works in here.

You recall the days he works from home, in this very study, and he'd still be in his work suit, just minus the blazer. You'd let the kids sneak in on him, only once or twice thoughout the day, just to see his smile; and while you’re already there, you'd drop off a cup of hot coffee to help him plow through the rest of his shift.

He shuts the doors behind you both as you run to make yourself comfortable in his desk chair, spinning around like a child.

As you do so, you fail to see or hear his fingers slyly clicking the lock on the door.

“Much better,” Nanami breathes, moving to flick on a floor lamp in the corner, giving the study a soft, warm glow accompanied by the full Halloween moon. “Now, what were we discussing?”

“You, uh,” you clear your throat as you stop spinning in the chair to face him. “You really didn’t have to come in here just to talk to me. You are the man of the evening, you know.”

Nanami rolls his eyes, an out-of-character action you never thought you'd see, but one that looked so tasty, so sultry. God, you’re a pervert in heat - and your sweet, sweet boss is completely oblivious to the kind of horrible thoughts you have daily about him.

Nanami's now staring at you. His mouth is moving, but you have no idea what he had been saying.

"… to spend time with all of those shallow, insolent creatures,” you register, “when I have someone like you here?" He walks over to the desk and leans against it, right next to you now, as he crosses his arms over his massive chest. "We have never just sat down and talked. We always have little people depending on us or wanting our attention. Tonight, I’d like that to change.”

You let his words simmer for a moment. “What is it you’d like to talk about, Mr. Nanami?” you then question.

“What did I tell you about that ‘Mr.’ nonsense?” He frowns. “That makes me feel so old.”

"Sorry, sir," you gulp, not intending to upset him. You just can't help the way 'Mr.' and 'Sir' roll off your tongue, or how bad you enjoy seeing him shift uncomfortably at the use of the names.

"Meanie," he tuts, knocking you playfully with his leg. Another uncharacteristic action.

"What'd I do?" you blink, tilting your head as you look up at him.

"You mean besides drive me insane with your teasing?" he questions, before his eyes widen and he looks as though he's just spilled a secret. "I- wow, I am sorry. That is not what I meant to say."

"I drive you insane?" you echo. "I didn't even think you noticed my… teasing.”

Nanami's face is neutral, but his jaw is working under his skin. "I’m not naive, little fox." He lets out a breath. “This was truly an excellent costume choice.”

He leans forward and flicks the furry ear on your head.

“Thank you,” you smile. “I can’t say the same for yours. You hardly scream innocent bunny.”

“What about me isn’t innocent?” he raises a brow, standing off of the desk.

“I…” you blink as he walks around to the back of the desk chair. “You’re just, um…”

“Fox got your tongue?” he coos, spinning the chair so that you’re forced to face him.

You inhale a deep breath and hold it as heat travels through your stomach and right to the center of your thighs.

“You’re a man who is about his business,” you say. “I imagine you’ve… had a lot of life experiences,” you pause to remind yourself to breathe, but it’s hard because of how ferociously Nanami is staring into your eyes. “So you c-can’t be all that innocent…”

“You seem nervous,” he coos. “Here. Let’s stand up, I’ll sit down. Maybe that will help you to not be so tense, hm?”

Your body obeys before your mind catches on. You’re standing in a beat, and Nanami has replaced you on the chair. Your bottom hits the crease of his large desk, and you slam your hands down on the surface to balance yourself.

“Sorry,” you say, putting a hand up to cover your face. “I don’t mean to imply that you make me uncomfortable, sir.”

Nanami's pupils flash white, but it's gone so quickly, you might have imagined it. "If I do, please let me know immediately.”

“No,” you say, dropping your hand, “I just think we need to get to know each other better, right? Our entire relationship is through the kids. I know that your son’s favorite shade of green is kiwi, but I don’t even know your first name.”

Nanami chuckles at this. “You know, I was thinking exactly the same thing.” He taps your knee. “Kento, silly girl. My first name is Kento.”

"A-And your favorite color?” you continue, trying to ignore how close he’s moved the chair towards you, now that you have fully planted your bottom on his desk.

“Pink,” he says, serious as death.

You giggle. “Why pink?”

“It’s the color of my favorite thing to eat,” he says, slowly placing his arms on either side of your thick thighs, hands planted flat on the surface of the desk.

You think for a moment. “Strawberry ice cream?”

“No,” he cocks his blond head to the side and his eyes fall on your tights. “Try again.”

You pretend to think, though you fear you may be catching on now. “Hmm, dragonfruit?”

“Nah,” Nanami says, looking up at you through his eyelashes. His pupils have been dilated from the alcohol, but there is an unrelated darkness in his eye now. “Something I don’t even have to swallow.”

You gulp. “Oh,” your suspicions have been confirmed.

“Get it now, little fox?” he coos.

“Mhmm,” you taunt back. “Well, I suppose I came prepared with your favorite dish, then.”

“Did you?” His hands boldly make their way to the top of your thighs, barely hovering over the skin but enough to make the flesh there light on fire. “Prepared it all nice and pretty for me?”

“Yes sir,” you nod eagerly, feeling your own boldness appear as your knees slide further away from one another. “How do you like it?”

“Extra moist,” he grits hungrily, fingernails curving into your tights and shredding a thick rip! through the material.

You gasp, entire torso lurching forward as he drags the hole bigger and bigger.

“Sorry, little fox. They were in the way,” he shrugs an innocent shoulder. “And what should we do about these shorts? They’re in the way, too.”

“Then let’s get them off,” you whisper, hardly registering that such filth had been uttered.

This truly can’t be happening. Is Nanami… Kento Nanami actually going to eat you out? Are his hands really slithering up your waist and fumbling with the button on your shorts, or are you in some kind of sick daydream?

"Mr. Nanami-"

"Please," he holds up a hand, one still remaining on the button of your shorts. "Kento. Call me Kento."

"Kento," you echo softly, and his eyelashes flutter. “You really want to do this?”

Nanami sucks in a breath. Several moments of silence pass, then his fingers are gently pressing against your chin, and he has risen to tower above you. "Maybe it's the liquid courage in me that's pushing me," he says, "but I’m okay with that. I dream about you on my tongue, night after night. I need you, Y/N.”

Instead of allowing you to reply, Nanami's lips are assaulting yours in a flash. A harsh, irrational kiss from a man who's lost his battle of self control.

Your hands fly up to his face to balance yourself at the sheer force the shock of the kiss has on you. He groans softly into you as your lips mold together, getting used to the shapes of each other’s mouths.

You want to begin deepening the kiss, but Nanami is suddenly pulling away.

"I'm sorry," he says quickly. You look at his face; for a man who is always so calm and composed, he is flushed and even shaking a little. “I should have asked if that was okay.”

"Did you hear me complaining?" you ask sternly.

“No-”

“Then shut up and kiss me, Kento.”

He wastes no time obeying your command; this time as he kisses you, his hands find the soft skin where your hips crease into your thighs. You’re aware of your thighs rubbing against his stomach as he crawls further on top of you.

You slide your arms up around the back of his neck to hold onto him as his lips work pure ecstasy into your mouth.

You sigh against him and he digs his fingers into your sides to get you to do it again. Now his tongue is in your mouth, softly swirling your own, smacking fiercely on your lips as he does so.

You're panting now, but Nanami is swallowing your breath with every second. He's leaning his weight on his palm, so his body isn't quite attached to yours, but you want to make him lose his balance so he can crash down on top of you. Every moment that you stay like this, your cunt drips wetter and wetter, seeping through your shorts onto his desk.

"So perfect," Nanami utters into your mouth, "s'much sweeter than I deserve."

You frown at his self deprecation but don't comment, instead your hands start sliding down his chiseled back, exploring the deep ridges and shapes of pure, hard muscle.

Then, plop! You blink in shock as his bunny ears have fallen plum onto your face, nearly gauging out your eye.

"Oh," he gasps, breaking away from you. "Forgot about these."

He pulls away from you, standing upright but staying between your legs. You swallow a needy whine at his absence, before sitting up with him, staring expectantly.

"Think they'll look better on you though, huh, darling?" he coos, reaching over your head and plucking your fuzzy ears off. Then, he’s replacing them with his bunny ears. "There, that's more fitting. I feel much more like the hunter than the hunted.”

You tilt your chin defiantly. "Mm, so I'm just an innocent rabbit in the sights of a dangerous hunter?"

“Clever bunny,” Nanami murmurs, leaning forward and catching you by surprise with a wet kiss at the nape of your neck. You shudder. “Time for me to eat my latest catch, hm?”

“I-I guess so-”

“Oh, don't get shy now, bunny,” he mewls against your ear. “Do you want to do this?”

You pretend to consider it, but your dripping hole has already answered for you. "Yes, sir."

Nanami purrs in response and taps your earlobe with his perfect teeth - before you're being shoved back on the flat surface. Three quick beats occur. Beat, shorts off. Beat, tights off. Beat, panties sliding slowly down your legs.

"God," he says, hooking his fingers over the trim of the panties, which are light blue in color, accented by an adorable pink bow in the front. "All this time, I could've had you like this, if only-” he cuts himself off to lean down and place a kiss to your inner knee.

Your nerves send repeated quivers over you. You dig your nails into the desk, but your palms are so sweaty that your hand slips. Nanami catches you, a heavy hand on your lower back, the other hand entangling in your panties and proceeding to rip them all the way off. Your clothes are now in a discarded pile to the right of you, fuzzy tail and ears a reminder of what got you into this position in the first place.

“Well we can make up for lost time now,” you whisper, sliding your feet farther apart until your knees are angled into the air - gaping pussy winking up at Nanami.

His eyes nearly jump from his body as he watches you open up for him, glistening cunt all in his face. He's sinking back down into the chair before either of you really processes it, and his heavy palms fall flat on your inner thighs.

"She's s'pretty, sweetheart," he coos, the breath from his words tickling your clit and making you writhe pathetically. "Haven't even touched you yet. Why are you shaking?”

You whine out in embarrassment. Something about your most perverted fantasies coming alive before you, Nanami talking to you like this, and him staring directly at the forbidden parts you'd never thought he'd see, is depleting your confidence.

"What's wrong, bunny?" he asks, reading your expression. "You look like you are second guessing this."

"N-No!" you cry out, making him jump, before you sigh. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. No, I want to. I'm just embarrassed."

"Why?" he perks a brow, astonished.

"Because you're so..." you huff uncomfortably, "fine, and here I am, of course anyone would be embarrassed of their own genitals, y'know I just kind of never expected this and-”

"Y/N," Nanami interrupts. "I've seen plenty of these before; all different types, sizes and colors. I am going to devour you regardless of what you think.”

You swallow thickly. Your head nods like a puppet, though you're unsure if that's you saying you understand, or telling him to go ahead.

While you're deciding, Nanami plants a kiss to your bikini line, then slides his hands to wrap his arms around your thighs so that it's now impossible for you to close them. Your stomach is on fire, and you're on the verge of gyrating your pelvis right into his stupidly perfect face.

"Tell me you want this, bunny," Nanami rasps, placing another loud kiss to your inner thigh.

"I want this," you confirm again, "want you."

You don't have to say anything else because his mouth has already found your clit. Warm breath travels between your folds as he keeps his tongue narrowed out to swirl agonizingly slow circles over the bulb.

Your hips convulse against his strength. It does nothing except prompt Nanami to flatten his whole mouth over your heat and pick up speed with his tongue.

"Oh, ohh," you drawl, your hands leaving the desk surface and going right through his fine hair. His hold on you ensures you can’t fall backwards, but you’re gripping his roots for dear life.

He grumbles against your cunt and you feel it all the way up to your ovulating uterus. The desire to have your womb house more of his children starts to enter your brain and you have to remind yourself that this is just sex.

Oh, but it's so much more than that. Nanami's taking his time to work your body, to know exactly which pace makes you cry out like a pathetic fucktoy, noting when you wriggle under his grip, as he pushes his fingertips into the flesh on your legs.

His warm tongue keeps your puffy lips parted effortlessly; lathering you up with his saliva, drinking in the fluid your body creates more of each second.

You sit up farther to look down at him; his eyebrows are furrowed and focused, his cheeks hollowed as he treats your twitching clit like his tongue’s dance partner.

He swirls, flicks, slurps - each variation unlocking a new noise from you as you fight back your orgasm.

As you watch him, your fucked-out, needy brain begins to tell you would give him whatever he wanted in this moment; six children and a house from scratch if that's what he requested. Because he deserves it; the way his tongue’s now dipping slightly into your desperate hole, making your hips jerk from the desk until he counter-forces them with his hands.

"Where do you think you're going?" he snaps, grazing his teeth over your clit.

You can’t even speak; he’s eaten your voice right out of you. His head shakes side to side as he plants his mouth back on you and peers up through his blond lashes, daring you to pull that stunt a second time.

Your hands are still deeply entangled in his roots, but at this point you can't keep your eyes in the front of your head. Your head lolls back on your neck as your hips twitch with an unholy amount of momentum. Your moans are growing dangerously loud; knowing full well there's an entire party nearby, as well as the possibility of nosy maids. Not that either of you care.

"Kento, s-so good," you lament, bucking your hips into his chin as if you could chase more pleasure than he's already giving you. The heat in your stomach is the first indication that your pleasure is morphing into an orgasm, but you don’t want to cum yet.

You want to try and run again, just to give yourself a little time to catch up…

The minute Nanami feels your hip bones sliding away from him, he pulls his mouth off of you; your orgasm slipping away. You take a deep breath in regret.

“Someone must not want to cum,” he taunts, keeping his mouth close to your trickling cunt. “Need you to stay still.”

“I can’t,” you breathe, trembling.

“Try for me?” Nanami requests softly, lifting your thighs into the air before plopping your feet flat on his shoulders.

He plants a heavy kiss to your clit after the adjustment in your position and you dig your toes into his back.

“F-For you,” you repeat mindlessly, brain officially scrambled like a breakfast platter.

“Mmh-” Nanami grunts, planting his fat tongue back between your slick folds, working his jaw intensely to finish pulling the orgasm out of you. He sticks the narrow tip back at your hole, flicking the rim of the inside as if it’s his purpose for living.

Your toes lift into the air as Nanami tests your flexibility, pushing your knees next to your ears. With the pressure built up in your stomach, you barely have time to mutter out the announcement of your orgasm before you're cumming all over his tongue and clenching your walls around the wet muscle.

"Give it to me, bunny," he moans, words muffled because of the way you're gripping his tongue with your pussy.

You keep shaking for a solid thirty seconds, because he is refusing to take his tongue out of you. When finally you’ve calmed to a slight twitch, he removes his face from between your thighs and the entire lower half of his face glistens in the light.

"That's one," he murmurs to himself, crawling back over you to plant a sloppy kiss on your lips. "You did so well. You taste so sweet, bun.”

"Can I return the favor?" you ask needily, dragging your palm down his chest.

He grinds his pelvis across your lower half, so that you can feel the sheer length of his bulge beneath his pants. "What for?"

Your eyes widen at just how large it feels; surely it's smaller than it appears.

"Wanna please you, sir," you babble out, watching his eyebrows furrow at the self-proclaimed pet name.

"Hm, think that ship sailed long ago,” he chuckles, rubbing his clothed dick against your inner thigh this time, and now, you take notice of the warm trail of precum that’s leaked through his pants onto your skin.

You dig your nails into his chest instead of replying. He bites back a groan and kisses your neck.

“I’m going to have to restrain you if you want’a keep being so touchy," he whispers sternly.

"I do have handcuffs," you say, following it with a giggle. Though you’re only half joking.

"That's cute," he mewls. "You think I need handcuffs to restrain you?" He pauses. "What's that you said? That I'm twice your size?"

You swallow thickly, remembering that you had, in fact, said that.

"So I can, and will easily pin you down, bun," he continues. "Don't act up, and I won't have to, yeah?"

You wish you can say you won’t, but if he thinks you dislike the idea of being pinned down, he must not be faking his innocence, like you’d thought.

A moment later, he's standing away from you, and his hands expertly unbutton his shirt. You watch him with desire, and he smiles a little shyly at you as he shrugs off the garment and tosses it to the floor.

“Funny, you’ve seen me shirtless before,” he says suddenly. “Why do I feel a bit nervous about it this time?”

You giggle and cock your head to the side, legs still spread wide. “Should’ve always felt nervous. I’m a huge pervert, y’know.”

Nanami dips his head before coming back to be close to your body again, his fingers mindlessly tugging on the hem of your shirt now.

“I know,” he whispers. “A little minx, you are.”

“Took you long enough to realize it, hm?” you tease as you lift your arms to assist him in removing the shirt. But you are caught off guard when he doesn’t continue.

"You're still sure you want to do this?" he questions, changing the subject. “I'm sorry. I'm going to ask a hundred times, it’s just a habit.”

"Yes, Kento," you rasp frustratingly. "Do I have to get on my knees and beg to be fucked for you to get it?"

He blinks, stunned, as if that is not something he ever considered; but does sound appealing to him.

"No," he says quickly, slowly lifting your shirt further over your body. "How did we end up here, hm? Was this your plan from the moment you crashed my Halloween party?"

"Uh-uh," you say innocently, as he pulls the shirt over your head. Now you sit completely naked in front of him - save for the bunny ears on your head.

"I get the feeling you're a big, fat liar," he teases, leaning back over you, now your stomachs are touching and everywhere your skin meets is tingling. "Didn't I tell you to be a good girl? Good girls don't lie."

“‘M not lying," you argue. "Admit you were over here waiting for me to show up all night."

"Maybe I was," he murmurs, dragging his top teeth over the connection between your neck and your shoulder before planting a wet kiss on your collar bone. "And you came for me, like always."

A gasp erupts from your throat and Nanami cuts it off by sliding his hand there. He uses his fingers to apply the gentlest amount of pressure to the sides of your neck and your body arches against him.

"Tell me if anything I do is too much for you, little fox," he coos in your ear before dropping his hand from your neck and standing back straight to quickly unbuckle his belt.

He slides the garment out of his belt loops, and discards it to the side, on top of your clothes. So in other words: close by.

"Kento," you pant, "please."

"Please what?" he questions, raising a brow innocently as he pops open the button to his tight pants - visibly taking a deep breath as his bulge pokes free.

"You're dragging this out," you whine. "I've needed you for so long. This is torture."

"So what?" he shrugs, allowing his pants to fall to the floor, where he steps out of them.

"I..." you cut yourself off with a frustrated grunt.

"You said please, but you aren't using your words, little fox.” He slides his body back over yours - his boxers now being the only barrier between you. "What do you want?"

"You, your cock, your mouth," you pant all of it out in one quick sentence. "I... I just need you inside of me, Mr. Nanami."

Your breasts rub against his hard chest, teasing your achingly hard nipples. Just so pathetic. Can’t control yourself. Your brain's swirling with desire and ecstasy for him. If he can't read your mind, you're sure he can see it in your face.

"Okay, sweetheart," he says, voice returning to its usual softness, "you got me. All yours."

He tugs his boxers down quickly, desperately. Now your hips are aligned to each other's. He's still hovering, his cock not even touching you yet. He slides a hand between your legs as his other keeps you steady, gripping harshly on your hip which is sure to leave a delicious bruise.

Your arms wrap around his neck and he drags his mouth across your jaw before attaching his lips to your neck. His fingers gather the drip from your hole, and then he slides them up through your folds and to your clit. He swirls the fingers softly, keeping his ear right next to your mouth so that he can hear exactly what he’s doing to you.

Your legs shake against his ribs while you moan for him, and he grunts as he takes in all of your body's reactions to his touch.

He goes to try and put a finger in your cunt but you grab his wrist. He does not argue with you, which should be a red flag, but you think you’ve won until he takes the hand he had been using to play with you and grips your wrist, yanking it back, and your entire body goes falling against the desk.

Somehow, both of your wrists are being pinned to the wood in one large hand now. You whine and squirm under him, but he doesn't care. His free hand grabs his cock.

He takes the heavy tip and taps it against your clit several times, each time causing you to gasp and arch against him.

"That's right," he whispers above you. "No escaping now, bun."

You blink up at him, lifting your hips to grind your pussy on him, which causes his lips to part and his eyebrows to furrow.

You open your mouth, tongue flying out, wanting to appeal to another twisted fantasy. “Need your spit,” you mumble shyly.

He seems to ponder for a moment before he realizes what exactly it is you are asking, and a moment later he is leaning forward, dripping a warm glop of saliva from his mouth down your throat.

“Mmh-” you moan as you swallow happily, before looking down between your legs where he is finally done lubricating himself on your juice. He's staring at you hopelessly, as if he’s thinking that putting his cock in you isn't going to be enough.

“So nasty,” he coos, “ready for me, sweetheart?”

"Hngh- please," you beg.

Not a second later, hot pressure is at your hole. Nanami slides his hips upward to push himself deeper, deeper, deeper - the girth feeling like it's going to simply rip you in half.

You shriek and shut your eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to pass. It doesn't.

You feel so embarrassed as he takes his free hand to lift up your left thigh, because pain shoots up through your stomach - and not the good kind.

"Ah- wait," you cry out, eyes falling open.

Nanami stops immediately. "What's the matter?"

"It... it hurts," you admit shyly, biting your lip. "Wh-Why d'you have to be so big?"

"Why d'you have to be so tight?" he chuckles back, but carefully slides out of you. "Hang on. I know what will help, little fox."

He pulls away from you, letting go of your wrists to lean over and dig into a random drawer in his desk. You have no idea what he could possibly be doing until he stands back straight, a hand still holding up your leg, while the other holds a small, light pink, bullet-shaped rubber object.

"Brand new," he says, eyeing it as he rotates it between his fingers. "Just put batteries in it."

You swallow as you realize what this implies. He knew he was going to fuck you - or at least, that he was going to use this toy on you at some point. Or, a third worse thing: it hadn't been for you at all.

You don’t want to think about that possibility, though.

He hands the little toy to you, a small buzz coming from it already.

"Hold it for me," he instructs. "I need my hands to keep my prey from running."

You gulp and do as he says, and again he is taking his cock head and pushing it against you, before it slides through the gummy entrance and you cry out again.

You hold the toy to your clit and the feeling travels straight through your veins. You focus on the vibrations and before you can even inhale again, your insides are completely full.

"Deep breaths, bun," he grunts, "feel her o-opening up… now.”

Did he just stutter? Kento Nanami, who's always so composed. You'd made him lose his wording. You.

Nanami takes his hands and pulls your knees up, holding them to his sides, while you keep your hand occupied on the little bullet between your legs.

The combination of the toy plus his cock filling you up and molding your walls against it has you aching to spill over, already.

Now that the searing has begun to dissolve, his cock is gliding effortlessly inside of you - feeling as though the organ was crafted to fit you perfectly. Your juices cover every inch of him, delicious squelches creating a symphony with your moans as Nanami's pace quickens.

He has his hands still pressed on your thighs but he leans forward and gently pulls a nipple into his warm mouth. You don't know what to do with your free hand, so it ends up on his back, nails mercilessly breaking open his skin. He hisses and nips your nipple between his teeth.

"Fuck. Me," he groans, pulling away from your chest to look down at you. You want to make a comment about how you already are, but he just looks so fucked out - so vulnerable. Lips puffy and wet, eyes shut tight, hair dangling over his forehead.

He’s ruined.

He claws his fingers into your outer thighs. His fingers dig so hopelessly into you as his cock swirls your insides, his hips now moving in a rhythmic wave motion.

Your hand falls away from your clit with the toy and you hardly notice that it's gone because now, his pelvis is brushing over it, sweat practically gluing the two of you together.

"Aw," he purrs, and you look up to see that his eyes are staring directly between your legs. "You’re creaming all over me. Shit - your cunt looks so good, swallowing me up.”

Your face heats and you take your hands to grip his arms, as he's now drilling into you so torturously that you're gliding up the desk - the sweat on your back making your skin slick. He notices you're moving away and shifts his hands to grab your hips, holding you down onto him, and now his fat tip is violating your cervix.

"H-Hah Kento, ngh - God," is all you can manage to say, but there’s nothing holy about what his cock is doing to you, as he angles himself upward, attacking your uterus from a new direction.

You shriek, so horribly loud. It sounds like a horror movie - which is fitting. You’ve nearly forgotten that it’s Halloween night; the moon full, your passions like the tides, being pulled to their peak.

You desperately feel a needy confession on your lips but you know that now isn't the time. You can't love a man you don't date... right? But you definitely love the way he's tearing up your insides, sure to leave you swollen and limping.

"I don't remember telling you that you could remove your hand," he snaps, realizing you’ve removed the bullet, "put it back. Now."

You shake your head, begging for mercy. "Was too much, c-can't take it."

"Yes you can," he whispers, leaning forward and hovering his mouth over yours, cognac-scented breath teasing your parted lips. "Put it back, or I stop."

You whine and obey, the vibration revisiting your clit making your body convulse against him.

"Mhmm, like that sweetheart," Nanami coos, staring at you as your face twists every couple of seconds from the introduction of new kinds of pleasure. "Stick that tongue back out for me."

Your mouth is open, drool practically spilling out of the sides in a millisecond. He's spitting another alcoholic saliva drop into your mouth the next.

His breath is ragged as he drags out, "Thought I knew everything. But y’teaching - hah - me new things. Like how I can never live without your pretty pussy, ever again."

You quiver your lip and dig your nails into his back again, ready to cum on his cock.

"S-Stop talking like that," you grit out. "G-Gonna cum if you don't stop."

"Is that supposed to scare me?" he questions harshly. "You can cum over and over. I’m not finished with you."

You shake your head, but before you can fire back, Nanami is suddenly sliding himself out of you. You panic and sit up, staring at him with wide eyes as he drops to sit on the chair.

His hands come up to grab your hips roughly, and he's effortlessly pulling you down off of the desk. Your stomach makes contact with his thighs as he lays you over his lap like a disobedient child.

"Nanami?" you breathe, but he doesn't seem to hear you at all.

"We just needed to pause for a second," he says softly, running a hand down your spine and over the hill of your ass. His voice is very misleading, as are his gentle gestures; you have no idea what's coming.

"N-No," you whine, "I was so close."

"But, naughty bunny, didn’t you tell me to stop?" he questions, distracting you from the fact that his fingers are sliding between your asscheeks and down to your swollen hole.

You jerk in his lap as two of his fingers glide down your slick, parting your thick lips, repeating the process several times just to watch you squirm.

“Y-Yes, but-”

“What’d I tell you about lying?” he grits, and a blink later his fingers have parted from your skin.

You turn to scold him and his hand cracks down on the back of your thighs.

You yelp, but the action exhilarates you in some kind of disgusting way.

“Oh, and here’s another for calling me Nanami,” he spits, another crack landing on your backside but this time - higher, and harder.

“K-Kento, I’m sorry,” you whine, but you truly don’t want it to stop. Your fingers dig into his leg and he hisses, his cock jerking against your stomach as his body responds.

“How sorry, bun?” he coos, voice faking softness before another pop! of his palm stings your skin.

“I’ll be good, promise,” you whisper, arching your hips up to encourage another smack.

“You like this, don’t you, naughty bunny?” he realizes suddenly, and you try to shake your head in denial - but he’s caught on. “Hm. I’ll only accept your apology if you give me two more orgasms. Deal?”

“Two?” you cry. “I-I’ve already had one!”

“Good things always cum in threes, baby,” he murmurs, running his hand over the pretty hand-shaped welps he’s left on your skin. “You can give it to me. You want to be good, don’t you?”

You don’t know when the shift happened, but you loved it. You loved how he was letting his soft facade crumble to the ground so that he could truly slap you around like you were just a hole. Truthfully, that’s all you wanted to be. Wanted to let him take out the stress of being a single father on your guts, fill you up with more babies to care for, and then kiss you on the forehead when it was all done.

Pathetic. This is still your employer, your boss. And not to mention how much older he is. You don’t care, but you’re unsure if he does.

“I wanna cum again, please,” you beg, wriggling your ass up to show him you still needed punishment.

He groans before his two thick fingers are pressing between your lips and then, shoving through the soft ring at your center.

Your body shamelessly arches, but he allows your arms to stay free, clawing into his skin wherever you can get a grip.

Nanami is making his own noises above you but you’re on the verge of tears, wailing and carrying on as he fucks you with his fingers, curling the tips into your squishy ridges to try and drive the cum out of you faster.

“Maybe we should get one of those tails with a plug,” he comments, tone implying he’s thinking out loud. “It’s a shame I didn’t get to see you in your cute little tail while I fuck you.”

“Hngh - no, mmh…” you don’t even know what noises to make anymore. Words escape your brain.

Nothing but mush and the burning of your approaching orgasm are on your mind.

“Hold it in for me,” Nanami requests suddenly, “I’ll tell you when I’m ready for it, sweetheart.”

“God,” you shake your head and clench your thighs, but Nanami’s strong hand forces them back apart.

Your toes curl on the other side of the chair, your head falling forward. The pulse in Nanami’s cock is still drumming against your abdomen, as if knocking on your tummy to threaten you to hold your orgasm.

“I-I can’t,” you say, “Please, can I-”

“Cum.”

Nasty, wet squelches don’t stop as your body sends you over the edge. Your vision blacks and you shake so hard that you nearly roll right to the floor.

He hums approvingly, slowing his fingers down as you clench around them. “Good job, bun. Only one more to go.”

“I can’t take another,” you shake your head, as he gently guides you up into a sitting position on his lap.

“You’re so strong,” he says, “the perfect person for me. The way you always take care of me and the kids, how you fit so effortlessly into our little family. I know you can do this for me, sweetheart. Let me repay you for all that you do for us. Make you feel good.”

You hadn’t expected this little speech. It almost brings you to tears as Nanami gently rubs your back, sliding his free arm underneath your legs to lift you princess-style back onto the desk.

“Say something,” he begs, his voice hoarse.

“I wanted to be good for you,” you grin softly, and he smiles back as he runs his hands gently over the top of your legs. “But you want to be good for me. Which is it?”

“Both,” Nanami whispers. “I told you that you already do everything that keeps me content. Now, I want to please you.”

You realize that he is passing his power off to you. Letting his dominance slip through his fingers and right into the palm of your hand. You think you can handle being in control for your final orgasm, so you grip him harshly by his cock and scoot your ass to the edge of the desk.

He moans so softly that it could have been a whimper. You take his curvy length and drag it up to be aligned with your hole.

“Is your cock alone gonna please me, hm?” you purr, swirling your hips to tease his cock head, salty precum spreading across your hole.

“Y-yes ma’am,” he mutters, body lurching forward as if he’s the overstimulated one.

“Prove it,” you quip, shoving him back inside of you before pushing your hips down onto him.

You furrow your eyebrows to try and pretend the pain of him entering isn’t still intense. You lift yourself off of your palms and feet, using them to fuck down onto his twitching cock.

“Hah - Y/N,” he speaks your name in two sultry syllables, putting his hands on the desk to fully release his control as you use him.

“Baby, I need to fill you up,” he continues, “b-but if you don’t want me to…”

“Yes,” you say, “want me to have your babies, Mr. Nanami?”

“Oh,” he whimpers, “shit. Shit, don’t say stuff like that.”

You whirl your hips on him in the shape of an ‘O.’

“Want to breed me?” you continue. “Make me all big and pregnant?”

“That’s enough,” he snaps suddenly, hand clamoring down on the belt that is to your side, before he grips the garment in his hand. He sits up from where he’d been leaning on you, before taking the leather and slithering it around your neck, pulling it through the buckle, and yanking it towards him like you’re just a pathetic bitch on a leash.

“You had your fun,” he grits, “now you need to remember your place, bunny. I’m going to fill you to the brim until your cunt can’t take anymore and it drips back out of you, got it?”

“Mmh,” you pull against his belt as your hips are no longer the once controlling the pace. “Nanami, n-nooo…”

Your voice tapers off as he fucks you, fucks you so good and hard and mean until you’re drooling and crying and shaking and hissing and-

“Cumming!” you scream, but Nanami shows no signs of slowing down.

“That’s it,” he says. “Number three. What about four?”

“Y-You said…”

“Oh, you’re the only one who gets to lie around here?” he chuckles, a deep hypnotic sound that vibrates against your chest. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m gonna - ngh” and one viscid moment later, Nanami begins to shudder, and it is the beginning of the end.

You cannot tell if you are mourning or rejoicing the conclusion of this insane chain of events, but you forget all about it when Nanami is spurting hot semen all over your taut, spongey walls - that are now sore and quivering from the excessive abuse.

Your name leaves his lips in between the sultry noises he makes, and his body jerks on top of you until he’s finished spewing his load. Now, he stands in front of you with his head dipped down as he pants for several seconds.

“Do you understand how addicting you are?” are the first words that leave his lips after he is able to drag his head up to look at you.

You’re focused on your own huffing as you try to come up with a witty response, but with your brain so fucked out, the only thing you can mutter is “Oh, Kento.”

He nestles his sweaty face into your neck and plants a feathery kiss there, reminding you that he is still the same gentle Nanami that tucks his children in bed at night and drinks green tea in the garden.

He is everything you have dreamed of, but the sex had truly sealed it. Now, as he slips out of you and his cum follows soon after, you feel your post-high clarity morphing into embarrassment at the fact that all you’d been feeling is lust; Nanami deserves so much more than that, including his recognition as a father.

“Why are you staring at me? Have I still got your nectar on my face?” he jokes, and you admire his ability to loosen the tension.

“I’m sorry,” you say meekly, “I just think you are amazing. I don’t want you to think I really did just come for some cock.”

At this, he laughs so hard that his torso shakes. You smile, as it is rare to hear, and you are the cause of it.

He grabs his shirt and begins to use it to wipe himself off, then does the same for you, his movements intentional and gentle as he cleans you up, rubbing all of the puffy, red reminders on your body softly.

“I don’t think that,” he says with a crooked smile. “But whatever the case, I do hope that things have… changed between us.”

You scoff. “I should hope so,” you tease, tilting your head as he stops his hands on your body. “I hope you’re not going around making every person who comes near you cum three times in one sitting and expect to just be friends.”

He grins. “Nah, that treatment is reserved for you, bun.” His hands slide up your hair and pat the fuzzy ears on your head. “We should keep these around, though. But I’d like to take you out before we use them again.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and bring his face to yours, planting a gentle kiss on his nose. “Of course. You did say good things come in threes,” you grin. “The sex was one. The date will be two. What’s three?”

And your question gets answered nine months later, when Nanami proposes to you on a white beach in another country.

…Right before you go into labor.

But of course, once the baby is out, it’s time to start on number 4 the following Halloween.

A/N 2.0

ty all sm for the love on this series so far i’m rlly havin the time of my life writing all these twisted monster-fucker stories ^.^

~ pennjammin

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STOP IT RAFE, YOU'RE BEING MEAN! — RAFE CAMERON

pairing; bestfriend!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary; rafe has a strict rule that if you ever leave anywhere, you tell him. and when you break that rule, he goes ballistic (bsf!rafe cameron x reader)

warnings ; angst! verbal fighting, angry!rafe, kinda mean rafe, theyre both annoyingly oblivious.. warning this did not turn out how i planned it to be but im also not mad at it, idkkkk

to say you were bored was an understatement.

it was a regular rowdy saturday night in the outerbanks, this nights party being at a random kooks house on the figure eight whose name you couldn't quite remember

you were nursing a forgotten red solo cup of punch in your hand, crowd-watching to pass the time.

it wasn't normal that rafe actually succeeded in convincing you to come to these things. because as much as you liked chatting with spoiled self-absorbed kooks over disgustingly sweet punch, you'd rather stay cuddled up in your fluffy pyjamas and watch sappy romcoms on rafe's couch.

but nevertheless, here you were. dreading every decision you had ever made up to that point as you watched rafe from across the room. a blonde kook girl climbing over him and straddling his hips, sitting on his lap as he smirked.

you knew you really had no right being mad at him because you weren’t dating.

but from the start of your more than 10 year friendship, rafe made it clear that you were and always will be his.

so why didn’t that rule go both ways?

with all the thoughts bouncing around in your head, you failed to hear a certain blonde pouges voice echo around you.

you snapped out of your state, consciousness returning to your mind as a hand was waved repeatedly in your face.

“hey! you there princess?” a smile adorned the boys face, a ratty snapback placed backwards on his blonde hair.

“yeah, jj. right here” you joked, smiling brightly back at him as you brought your cup up to your lips.

“thought we lost you there for a bit princess? what’d you doing standing here all alone?” jj asked, surprised to see your constant kook king shadow nowhere to be seen.

“just people watching, the usual. where’s kie?” you quickly changed the subject, wanting anything to get your mind off of rafe.

“around here somewhere i hope. gonna’ try to round everyone up to we can get outta here. early morning for us cut goers tomorrow, fish to catch and things to steal” you giggled at his joke, earning an even wider grin on his face.

you always liked jj. you thought he was funny, and he was the most loyal person to his friends that you knew. and despite his manic tendencies, you trusted him.

“have a nice night j. drive safe!” you said, watching him wink at you before he disappeared into the crowd.

with jj gone, you were left to your own thoughts agian, which was never a good thing.

you glanced over again at rafe sitting comfortably on the couch on the deck. the light from inside illuminating his face as he leaned over to the table, picking up a small bag of white powder and handing it to a random touran.

you bit your lip as you noticed the same blonde from before clinging to his side, rafe seeming unbothered but making no move to push her off.

god, you couldn’t even imagine how rafe would react if he saw you speaking to jj earlier. so why is it that he can literally let a girl dry hump him in the middle of a party and you shouldn’t care?

you didn’t know why you cared though, because rafe is you best friend, nothing more.

right?

you didn’t have time to think about that right now though, you just needed to get the fuck out of this party right now or you were gonna explode.

an idea clicked in your brain and jj dragged a drunk john b towards the entrance of the house, kiara and pope following quickly behind.

you decided that this was now or never, placing your red solo cup onto a random table as you walked towards them.

“hey jj!” you called out, his head immediately snapping towards you. “you think you could give me a ride home?”

it was nearly 30 minutes later that rafe noticed you were no longer in your spot in corner of the house. business was coming to a halt as he sold his last few grams of cocaine, a heavy wad of cash safely resting in his back pocket.

his eyes scanned the crowd for your face, but you were no where to be seen.

and rafe was starting to freak the fuck out.

he knew you wouldn’t go upstairs to any bedrooms, or go out for an impulse swim in the pool. and he knew most of all that you wouldn’t just leave without telling him, and the notification box in his voice remained empty from your contact.

he ran his hand roughly through his hair, pulling aggressively at the roots and cussing to himself frustrated.

his eyes widened as he saw your friend in the crowd, interrupting what ever useless conversation she was having, because until he knew you were safe, nothing was more important.

he asked rudely where you were, watching as her face morphed into shock that rafe was talking to her. because well, if it’s not plotting on the pouges or selling drugs, rafe doesn’t interact with anyone but you or his friends.

“i-i im not sure. i saw her leave like a bit less than half an hour ago. i thought she told you, she always does”

rafe clenched his jaw, hundreds and thousands of thoughts running through his head. “was she alone?”

“n-no. she was with that jj guy and his friends” your friend murmured, nervous she was ratting you out to the scariest guy in the whole of kildare.

it was safe to say that rafe was fucking pissed.

it took him less than a few seconds to put his keys into the ignition of his jeep and drive illegally fast to your house. you liked to piss him off often when you were in a mood, but never with your safety.

rafe never fucked with your safety, ever.

he murmured venomous cusses to himself and he walked towards your house, the pebbles from your mothers perfect drive way crunching under his feet as he speed to your door.

he made a beeline to the entrance of your home, the white arches welcoming and the doorway dimly lit by the porch lights.

he planted his feet straight on the 'welcome home' door mat, lifting his balled fist up to the door and sending booming knocks to the wood panel.

his knuckles were white as he clenched his fists so hard together there was sure to be crimson-red crescent indents from his fingernails. he was fuming.

the click of the lock releasing from the door snapped him out of his thoughts, the door handle turning and the lobby of the inside of your house quickly coming into view.

he locked eyes with your figure immediately, a pink fluffy towel in your hand as you dried your hair. you were only wearing a pair of long socks and rafes shirt which reached more than halfway down your thighs, your face bare of makeup.

you jumped as you saw the look on his face, an anger prevalent in his stare that you had never seen directed at you. fuck. you were in some deep shit.

you parted your lips to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. for the first time in your life, you were scared of rafe. not that he was going to harm you physically, no, never that.

but you knew how much he cared about you and your safety. you just wished he cared that much about your feelings. you wanted him to see that.

"rafe" you said, your voice coming out as a whisper as you watch the lines on his forehead crease together as thousands of thoughts ran through his head.

"what the fuck were you thinking?" he spat as he pushed you as softly as he could into the house so he could close the door, worried the cold of the night was going to make you shiver.

you didn't have time to answer before he started again, running a hand roughly through his hair as he huffed. "you just left? you fucking left a party at night without even texting me, and you let that fucking pouge drive you home!"

you rolled your eyes at the last statement, this was all about jj? "so that's all you care about? me going home with a boy i've known since third grade who just so happens to live on the cut? you don't give a shit about me, you just care about this stupid kook pouge rivalry!"

"don't say what you know isn't true ma. you know i care about you more than i care about myself." he stated, nearly all the anger in him draining out as he saw your eyes begin to fill with tears. he couldn't handle seeing you cry.

"how do i know you care about me rafe? because you don't seem to show it." you sighed pushing yourself as far away from him as you could, your back pushing up against the wall.

"don't fucking say to me y/n. i've loved you from the moment i met you." you finally stopped looking at the floor, lifting your chin so you made eye contact with him.

"stop it rafe, you're being mean" you whispered, mostly to yourself more than rafe. you couldn't listen to him say how much he loved and cared about you for one more second. not when you still had the picture of him being essentially dry-humped in the middle of a party by a girl you didn't even know.

"ma i love you. you know that. you're my world, my favourite girl. why are you fighting this?" rafe said, trying to hold you wrist in his hand before you quickly pulled it away.

"bec-because you can't just say all this then turn around and have make outs with other girls right in front of me. it-its not fair." you spoke, the tears finally making their way down your cheeks in steady streams.

rafe physically flinched at your statement, his palms getting sweaty and his heart rate increasing into rapid beats. was he actually going to admit his love for you right now, like this?

"what are you saying y/n?" he asked, his voice cracking as his face fell. his mind racing with how many outcomes could come out of this conversation.

"that i love you, you idiot!"

[like-a-diamondinthesky]

five minutes | l.m.h

pairing... bf!minho x gn!reader tags... established relationship, disgustingly fluffy, excessive references to soondoongdori, minho is a cat personified, soft mimo!

operation put your boyfriend to sleep in five minutes is a go.

wc... 1.4k words a/n... ah, yet another domestic fluff fic featuring softy minho. a star specialty! sorry guys this is kinda my fav thing to write ever r u sick of me 😁 anywayz this was inspired by this soft thought and this tiktok like i saw it and immediately thought : lee minho.

ALSO ALSO! HUGE THANK YOU FOR 1K FOLLOWERS! i never would've thought i'd reach this milestone and words couldnt express how incredibly grateful i am for each and every one of you who read and enjoy my works <3 i love you guys thank you so much!

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Minho turned the doorknob and pushed the front door open, greeting Soonie who stood by the entrance with a tilted head. Shutting the door, he hung his bag on the coat rack and bent down to pet his beloved cat’s chin.

“Hi, baby,” the cat nuzzled his head into Minho’s palm and circled around his arm, “where are your brothers, hm?”

Meow… Soonie walked off to the living room as if to answer Minho’s question. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he followed his cat toward the faint nose of your favorite series playing on the TV.

When he entered the room, Minho saw your figure strewn lazily across the couch. Dori was cuddled up against your chest and Soonie hopped up to join Doongie by your feet. His heart warmed at the sight of his loves all huddled together.

“Honey, I’m home,” Minho grabbed your attention with his gentle, sing-song tone, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

You switched your attention from the screen in front of you to the man standing in the doorway, returning his smile and giving a small wave. “Hi, my love. How was your day?”

Minho padded over to you, scooped Dori up against his chest, and settled himself where the cat had previously taken solace in your arms.

“It was alright,” he said, scooching backward to press his back firm against your front. “Tiring, as usual, but it's fine.”

Though he couldn't see it, you nodded in acknowledgment and pressed a soft kiss to his head. You brought one hand up behind his ear to scratch at his scalp, something you had found he enjoyed.

“Do you want to go to bed already? It is pretty late.” From its place above the TV, the clock read 10:37 PM. “Maybe we should move our little cuddle session to the bedroom.”

Minho sighed and shook his head. “But, I'm already so comfy here. Plus, you wouldn't dare disturb the cats, would you?”

“Please, remember the last time we slept on the couch the whole night? I don’t think we want that happening again.”

“Y/n,” Minho called your name, dragging out the last syllable. “My back hurts so much! Remind me why we stayed on the couch again.”

“I told you we should have moved to the bed! But you wouldn’t listen to me,” you snickered at your boyfriend from the kitchen while you continued to whisk a couple of eggs for your breakfast.

You set the bowl down on the counter and walked over to Minho who was still lying on the couch. When you came into his sight, he made a show of stretching his arms and legs, akin to a cat, accompanied by a few exaggerated groans.

“I don’t think I can get up at all today. I should just call in sick,” Minho draped an arm over his face, letting the other fall limp over the edge of the cushion.

“Don’t you have an important meeting today? I doubt your boss would appreciate you missing that on account of an 'ouchy' back.”

“Well, maybe if you gave me more cuddles, I’d feel a bit better.” Minho peeked at you from under his arm, proposing this cute, yet slightly impractical, solution. “Unless you want me to miss work and stay at home with you today.”

“Alright, you big baby.” Rolling your eyes, you moved to straddle Minho’s lap, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. Now chest to chest, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, letting the other one snake up his neck to play with the hairs at his nape.

The time you spent wrapped in each other’s warmth turned from seconds to minutes, the comfortable silence lulling you back to sleep. Minutes turned to hours, leaving Minho’s meeting unattended and the scrambled eggs forgotten on the kitchen counter.

“Ugh, at least give me five more minutes,” Minho offered as he continued to stroke Dori’s back, drawing a vibrating purr from the cat. “I don’t wanna get up yet.”

“Oh, come on, you have to brush your teeth anyways. Now get your lazy bum off the couch so we can cuddle on the bed.” You grabbed the throw pillow from behind your back and swung it at Minho’s side, accidentally startling Dori in the process. The cat jumped out of the man’s arms, causing him to throw a frown over his shoulder.

“Now look what you did! You’re scaring our babies.” Finally, Minho stood up, offering you his hand to pull you up as well. You met his hand with your own and anchored yourself up, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Oops.” You shrugged and skipped off to the bedroom, leaving your boyfriend with your three cats in the living room.

“Unbelievable.” Minho took a few steps towards the bathroom, paused, and turned back to look at his cats. “Well, are you coming with me or not?”

While your boyfriend finished his night routine, you lay on your shared bed and grinned to yourself. Operation Put Your Boyfriend to Sleep in Five Minutes was a go. You knew Minho was tired, and you wanted to send him off into a good night’s sleep in the most loving way you could.

The hallway light switched off as Minho opened the door to your bedroom, sporting a playful frown. It was time for Step One: Put him in a blanket.

“Come here, baby,” you peeled the duvet back and patted the space on the bed right next to you, beckoning your pouty boyfriend over to you. “Let’s get you to sleep, yeah?”

Trudging over to his side of the bed, Minho slid onto the mattress and pulled the heavy duvet over his body. Freshly washed, the warm, lavender-scented blanket immediately soothed his senses.

“You could’ve at least stayed with me while I brushed my teeth,” Minho continued to pout as he turned on his side to face you, “and, I don’t know, given me a back hug or something.”

Though his tone was playful, you recognized the look in Minho’s gaze. He yearned for your comfort, but he didn’t know how to ask for it. Reaching over, you cupped his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. You peppered a few pecks on the corners of his mouth, kissing his pout away. Perfect timing for Step Two: Give reassuring pets.

“I’m here now, it’s okay.” His hair was soft in between your fingers as you threaded them through the fluffy locks. They smelled faintly of his coconut shampoo.

Tired, Minho let out a yawn, nose scrunched and eyelids shut. He leaned into your touch, humming contently.

Faintly, the door creaked open and you could hear light thuds on the carpeted floor, followed by a slightly louder thud on the bed as Doongie entered the bedroom and jumped up to join you. He stepped all over Minho’s body—drawing out a quiet yelp from the man beside you. You giggled as Doongie finally plopped down on Minho’s pillow, snuggling against the top of his head. This brought you to Step Three: Tuck him in.

With your boyfriend lying under the covers, you hooked one leg over him, moving your hand on his head to tuck it into your neck, cradling his body with no intent to stop any time soon.

For a second, the universe felt still. It was as though the ever-rotating hands on the clock had stopped moving, pausing to witness this intimate moment between you and Minho; as if even the angels in the skies above didn’t want this sweet gesture to end.

That was until Minho decided to take matters into his own hands and execute Step Four: Put one arm out for temperature regulation.

“It's too warm!” Minho whined into your neck, breaking the silence, and removed one arm from under the blanket, exposing it to the cold air. “Ah, that's better.”

He turned on his side and wrapped his now free arm around the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, if that were even physically possible.

Seeing your bodies pressed flush against each other, Soonie—who was previously lounging at the foot of the bed—crawled up the sheets and nuzzled into the barely-there gap between you and Minho, with Dori following suit.

Within five minutes of lying down, the night ended with your small family cuddled together on the warm, cozy bed, basking in each other’s comfort.

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taglist: @kflixnet @jinnixxn @elllisaaa @captainchrisstan @laylasbunbunny @starsandrqindrops @kittymaryam-thebrowniefairy @forlix @mires-empire @quesweebs

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[catiuskaa]

your type

SUMMARY: It doesn’t matter how pretty you are, because, Jeongin’s been working in that cafe long enough to notice as soon as you walked in: he knows your type.

WC: 1.5k

CW: silly kind of enemies2lovers, except ‘enemies’ is just Jeongin being dramatic for a bit. It’s fluffy but also a smol tiny bit suggestive too tho. (reader being really hot kinda deal) teehee. (Also, heads up for fem!reader.)

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God, no.

He clenched his fists under the counter, his eyes glued to your figure.

Jeongin shrieked in his place. No way. Why him? He groaned lowly, blinking slowly, trying to process and calm down beforehand, yet he still squinted towards the small bell above the coffee shop’s door, almost as if he could’ve blamed it for the impending dread horror he was about to face.

The smell of toasted coffee beans was almost not strong enough to cover that of your perfume as said bell announced your entrance, and it was then when he knew. Jeongin had covered enough morning shifts and worked several —if not more— evening shifts to know your type.

Pretty.

Disgustingly pretty.

So, so pretty.

Pretty hair, pretty legs, pretty nails, pretty, pretty, pretty. He held back the need to roll his eyes, your tone of voice still able to make itself heard even if the slightly crowded coffee shop was brimming with many other conversations, there it be the small child that blabbered to herself, giggling as she played with some small cars her mother had given her, or said woman, who also played with the colourful toys from time to time, while managing something on her laptop. Jeongin liked her very much. She tipped nicely.

Still, he couldn’t help but grimmace when he noticed your frown as you approached the counter, phone in hand, glued to your ear. Now, could it be that he was maybe being a bit too dramatic? Well, why, of course. His shared shifts were with Hyunjin, after all. Who, to make matters worse, was running late. Again.

“No. And I’m hanging up.” You stated towards whoever was unlucky enough to be at the other end of the call. “No- Jisung, kindly, I don’t give a fuck. If the big man says he’s not gonna pay me, I ain’t doing nothing. I am not some goody-two-shoes he can mess with.”

Your hushed voice still had the classic tone of anger he was familiar with. But Jeongin’s gaze towards you changed, almost reluctantly so, had anyone asked him. He had to hold back his eyebrows from shotting up when even if you were scoffing, still on the phone, arguing with that Jisung man on the other side, you still smiled widely at him, a grin that, had it been somewhere else, it would’ve certainly got you his attention.

But, he had to remain focused. To think, use the head that’s above your shoulders, Jeongin, he told himself. He couldn’t get sidetracked, or else you’d catch him in your spell.

Which wasn’t going to happen, because he knew your type.

Or so he thought.

He noticed an elderly woman waiting behind you, who was obviously not ready to place an order. Ah, there it was. Now you were finally going to turn off that charming attraction of yours, by—

“Oh, please,” You muttered lowly to the woman, a kind, adorable, toothy grin as you moved away from the queue. “I’ll be fine, really.”

Jeongin’s eyes trailed to you as he prepared the brownie the woman had asked for. He couldn’t believe his eyes when you smiled at him, —ouch—, a grin weirdly apologetic, which took him by surprise as you tucked a troublesome strand of your bangs behind your ear repeatedly. Disgustingly cute —yeouch— and without causing a total connundrum over nothing.

Ok. Sure. Yeah. That was totally out of character. But, no, Jeongin didn’t mind. Not at all. Definetely not. Not if you kept smiling at him like that.

“Listen, Ji." Jeongin almost flinched. He felt so lucky for not being the one being scolded by you. "The album is awesome, dude, but I ain’t touching it without being paid. We’re friends, and I love you to death, but if you call me again to make me work without a contract, I am killing you.”

Oh. Well. Jeongin may have not blushed due to your words, but certainly blushed at the way you smiled at him —again, not helpful with his situation—, but also the way you passed a hand through your hair. Ah, fuck.

He had been caught in your spell, hadn’t he?

No. No, no, no. He cursed in his head. Sure, femenine rage was hot. You were hot. Very. But, by all means, this wasn’t something he could indulge in, because—

“Um.” You snickered. “Sorry I was on the phone. Can I… er… may I order now?”

Because… um… what was the reason again?

“O-of course.” He heard himself speak, his voice sounding strange, as if it hadn’t came out of his mouth. He smiled, a bit awkwardly, indeed, but a smile nontheless. It got better when you matched it, chuckling lowly.

“It’s fine. Really. Sorry, again. I can see you’re busy, so by all means take your time.” You grinned, a smile with matching levels of innocence and cheekiness. Damn, he was already that down bad? “Could I have an espresso machiato?”

Espresso. Espresso. Not only you pronounced it right, which made the small barista inside him started to glow and shake Jeongin’s heart, that had started to beat like crazy, but the mere sound of your voice had the young man whipped.

“You're fine." Very fine indeed. "No worries at all." He nodded politely, feeling his cheeks grow red.

He started to note the order on the machine in front of him. Easy enough thing to do. Just tap here, there and… eh… um…

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He muttered, frowning.

“I, uh, is everything the matter?” You blinked, your expression showcasing a small yet sincere amount of worry.

So odd. So out of character. So, so, so cute, his heart screamed.

“This machine is just the worst.” He gulped apologetically. “Does whatever it wants, really.”

A line started to form behind you, and Jeongin panicked. Why him? Fuck, shit, fuck. That was it. Jeongin was so getting fired after this—

“Do you mind if I step in?”

Jeongin’s eyes almost got lost in yours as his gaze locked on you.

“I don’t think I can…”

“I’ll wait for my coffe, and I’ll fix your machine. Promise. I know how these work.”

The head above your shoulders, Jeongin.

"I think Hyun- um, my coworker knows how to fix it. He should be here in no time..."

"Oh, please. Just let the girl fix it." A customer groaned behind you.

"Actually, I'm still in the wrong. Don't push it, sir." You argued with a smile, shocking both the man and Jeongin, who now saw a sort of halo surrounding your figure.

“I, uh… good luck, I guess.” He sighed, shrugging and letting you behind the counter.

Oh, he was so getting fired. Letting a client step in behind the counter? Nevermind how good she smelled, how cute and hot she looked or how pretty her smile was. You rolled up your sleeves, and he almost thought he had seen traces of ink. Oh boy. He was going to get in so much trouble, in about two sec—

The machine dinged funnily, and you smiled.

“Fixed!” You sighed cheekily. “A reboot and a shake still works just fine.” Jeongin blinked, puzzled. “Guess I gotta speak with Chan and Hyunjin.” You giggled. “Thought I had taught them better.”

...

“H-huh?”

Your smile got bigger, as you chuckled again.

Oh.

Dimples.

“Didn’t they tell you?” You smiled again, taking a hair clip from your purse, swiftly tying your hair up. “I opened the cafe with them a bunch of years ago. Chan owned the building, Hyunjin had the style, and I was the coffee enthusiast.” The way you beamed had him hooked.

The both of you seamlessly got to work together, making coffes and taking orders and serving. It wasn't rush hour, by any means, so Jeongin quickly started up your order, apologizing lightly, a blush on his face.

"I really appreciate it, though." He grinned sheepishly. "Here you go, noona."

You tried to get out your wallet, but jeongin's body worked faster than his head, only able to settle his hand over yours.

It was as if a shiver overwhelmed his whole body just because of that simple touch. A system reboot.

"It's on the house." he smiled, trying to play it off and calm the fuck down. "You saved me back there. I owe you that much."

Then the bell rang again.

"Hey, Innie, sorry I was late, I was walking my fish..." Hyunjin blabbered nonchalantly, unbothered, looking at his phone until he got behind the counter. He stared at you, then smiled widely. "Noona!"

Surprisingly to Jeongin, you didn't match his welcoming. Instead you scoffed. "No. I have to walk my fish, you see." You clicked your tongue, and Jeongin couldn't help but laugh at his mate. "Actually, I think you're fine on your own for the rest of the shift. We'll go watch your fish."

Jeongin had been too busy laughing to mentally prepare, and blushed furiously when you grabbed and linked your hand with his, giddily taking him to one of the free tables.

"I don't think I should go walk fishes still in my shift." Jeongin joked lightly, still flustered.

Your hand left his, and strangely to him, the action felt almost reluctant.

"Maybe we can chat over some coffee, then?"

Jeongin smiled.

"I'd love that."

He thought he had known your type, almost as gorgeous as annoying. Which didn't came as a surprise was how happy he was to be wrong.

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kats, who has to confess she hates coffee with a passion.

catiuskaa, july 2024 ©

[ghxstyfae]

Headcannons of johnnie x strawberry shortcake/ sanrio obsessed reader ! How would their relationship be when they have completely different aesthetics? How does johnnie deal with all the pink???

(Also I love your work sm!!)

Strawberry Shortcake ☆ J.Guilbert

Warnings: n/a

Synopsis: ask

Taglist: @sunflowerleii @dreamcastgirl99

Note: Thankyou so much for the ask Nonnie!! You're the sweetest

You probably met at hot topic accidentally

You was looking for a cinnamonroll plushie and he was filming another shopping video with jake.

You accidentally bump into him and compliment his hair. At first he thinks your just kinda fucking with him

He compliments your outfit too (im thinking something like this, this, or something w these pants)

Jake asks if they can record you and even invites you to film with them for the day, noticing Johnnies immediate crush

You accepts and they film a little introduction for the viewers, and then spend the whole day together, Johnnie being disgustingly adorable w you

You exchange contact info and they walk you to your pink buggy

Johnnies stalking your insta the whole time they walk to Jakes car and getting in the car

Jakes laughing at him the whole way home from how pathetic he was

Constantly stands out when hes sitting on your bed, surrounded by pink blankets and hundreds of fluffy plushies (note)

He knows you lov having fresh flowers, so its routine to buy you a new boquet every saturday. On a couple occasions he got you these sanrio boquets

He likes how easy it is to separate your clothes after a night out (you both throw your things everywhere, but he knows anything dark is his)

When your feeling upset, whiny, or especially your period, hell watch sanrio, strawberry shortcake, monster high, barbie, and even powerpuff girls

Jake has posted pictures to his story, catching the big bad emo curler up with his frilly gf watching Strawbery Shortcake under a pink blankie

He really doesnt mind though

Corruption kink goes brr

All dolled up in pink, pretty and delicate just for him

He would definitely let you tie black bows on his hair, and maybe let you tie one around his 🥜🍆 if u ask nicely

The fans think you guys are adorable

You make videos a lot of baking, shopping, doing your makeup, etc, qne they love when Johnnies helping out (its so adorably out of character)

He loves the pink tho lowkey turns him on

Im sorry its so short sweetheart:( ♡

[anthonys237thfreckle]

erm hey pookie, I have the memory of a goldfish and I can’t remember if I sent the request I wanted to or not so I’m so terribly sorry if I have but I’ve read literally everything in your account today and I’m in love BUT could you maybe possibly do either super fluffy with Javi like at home comforting him after a storm, cooking him a good meal, relaxing and unwinding in like a warm bath, helping take care of him

(and maybe a lil smoochy smooch and grabby hands ending but that’s totally up to you)

hey pookie! here’s your rec! i was thinking of doing this a while ago lol. but thanks for the req!! i love it sm!!

wait this is actually kinda bad guys beware

Twister-Love and Care - Javier ‘Javi’ x F! reader

‘with a storm in my mind, you would understand why

they all name hurricanes after us’

A Potion For Love by AURORA

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prompt: today’s storm really took it out of Javi, but his girlfriend helps him relax

TW: mentions of storms, thunder, swearing, nightmares, some angst but its a fluff piece!!

The soft pitter-patter of the rain was a relaxing backdrop, contrasting the EF3 storm you two just chased. Javi parked the car in the driveway, ushering you to get inside so you wouldn’t get wet. That was the first thing he said since the chase was over, his eyes trained on the dirt road, darkening with each drop of water. His hands, both of them, gripped the steering wheel when he was driving home, not the usual one-hand-on-the-thigh thing he did, which you could never get enough of.

You flipped the switch to your warm-tinted lights, illuminating the once dark house. Everything looked warm and inviting - you made a rule for ‘no big lights’ in the house - especially if they were cool toned, and Javi thought it was ridiculous at first, but now he can’t imagine their home any different. You kicked off your shoes, hearing Javi do the same behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw his eyes out the window, the rain growing harder.

“What’s on that pretty, disgustingly educated mind of yours?” you chuckled, cupping his face and turning it to face yours.

“Scott’s the disgustingly educated one” Javi chuckled softly, a small smile forming on his face, his concerns momentarily washed away when he saw his girlfriend’s smiling face. “ ‘s just..” his face darkened again, a storm behind his eyes, a shuddering sigh escaped his lips.

“We- that storm. It felt really real. Too real, and-” he hesitated “I just, it’s a lot, I don’t really wanna talk about it”

You nodded, caressing his freckled cheek, his skin glowing in the low, warm light. You can’t imagine how hard it must have been for him, in the dark, not knowing anything about everyone’s conditions. It was only when you and Kate emerged, battered and bloodied from the raging storm, that he knew who lived and who left…

“You don’t have to, baby..” you said softly, your hands snaking to his shoulders, squeezing them softly. Javi leaned his body against yours, closing his eyes. “You’re really tense..” you remarked, kneading his knots in his toned muscles; Javi groaned.

“How about we take the night easy…” you whispered, rubbing his arms. He nodded, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, leaning on him. You laughed, bringing him to the couch.

“What do you want for dinner?” you asked softly snuggling up under his arm against his chest, your head tucked under his chin. One of your hands found his bicep, squeezing it in a comforting manner.

“Anything, really..” Javi sighed, drawing little stars on the skin of your waist. “Something warm…” He nuzzled your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

You smiled, cupping his cheek.

“Why don’t we make a date night out of this? Like a lazy night in?” She smiled up at him, pecking his cheek. Javi opened his eyes, meeting your own.

“That sounds.. amazing. It’s just what I need right now” He sighed softly, pressing a soft peck to your forehead in return.

Smiling, you got off the couch, leaving Javi whining for your warmth. You giggled, moving to the kitchen to see what they have.

“We have… feta cheese, tomatoes, half a zucchini, coleslaw..” You listed off the food in their kitchen, when she had a revelation “How does pasta sound?” She looked over at Javi, who was still on the couch.

“Like heaven” he said “wait, no, that’s you” he smiled tiredly. Even if he was mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted, he was still a flirt.

You walked over to the couch, pulling him to his feet and dragged him to the kitchen, which was essentially you silently saying ‘cook with me’. He was used to this, but loved it so, so much.

So you both chopped, diced, stirred, kissed in the kitchen - Javi was helping you with the alfredo sauce, you added some spinach for some iron. Pasta was always fun with you, because you never chose the boring, basic shapes. Who needs penne when you have star shaped tortellini? The farmers market was a wild place for artisan pasta shapes.

They boiled their pasta, Javi stirred the sauce, you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, moving in front of him, your body between his and the stove. One of his hands went around your waist, you held the spatula he set aside to wrap his arm around you,and stirred the sauce.

“This is nice..” he murmured into the shell of your ear, nuzzling your neck, pressing soft, chaste kisses to where your collarbone met your neck. You leaned your head back, to the side, giving him better access with a grin.

Once you set the pasta in the oven to bake, Javi picked you up bridal style, earning a squeal-like laugh from you. He brought you up the stairs and set you down on the bathroom counter, and you smiled.

You pecked his freckled button nose, turning on the hot water in the bathtub, and sat back down on the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist. The water running provided a nice ambience.

“You better hop in with me” Javi murmured, causing you to nod and chuckle as his hands rubbed your sides soothingly, tickling a tad bit.

You both just exchanged chaste kisses until the water was ready. Slowly stripping each other, you both got into the water, Javi settling you in his lap again.

It was this non sexual intimacy you both loved- there’s nothing purer than a bare body, and you both understood that. You relaxed against his chest as you straddled him momentarily, before lifting your head off his shoulder and running a hand through his curls. Meeting his eyes, he pulled you closer to him by bringing you nearer by the waist.

You both stared into each other’s eyes for a moment- the water still, only the occasional drop falling from the tap to the tub, causing a tiny splash. The silence was comforting to both of your bruised, yet healing souls.

“I’d be lost without you” Javi murmured, his voice holding a passion. “You’re the light in my storm”

You pulled him in for a soft, gentle yet passionate kiss. One that said everything you needed to.

After sitting in the bath for a good 20 minutes, you both got out, shivering slightly as you two reached for the bathrobes.

After you both got out of the water, changing into some bathrobes temporarily. You briefly did your skincare, lathering some moisturizer onto your boyfriend’s face.

Pulling him to your shared bedroom, he let the bathrobe fall to his lower back as he lay down on his stomach, leaving you to straddle him from behind.

You began kneading his knots out, which earned some quiet, satisfied sighs from Javi.

You smiled softly, seeing him go limp just so he could relax and unwind after a very exhausting day.

Once you were done, you lay down on his back and pressed a kiss to his freckled shoulder.

“Come on, dinner’s ready…”

Going downstairs, you spooned the pasta onto two plates, Javi brought the sweet tea out from the fridge, slicing some lemons and dropping them in the glasses full of the amber liquid. Sitting down, you both clinked your forks and started to eat your nourishing meal, warm food sliding down your throat leaving you two with smiles (and some remnants pasta sauce) on your lips.

Once dinner was done, Javi helped you rinse everything and pop it in the dishwasher, turning it on to let it run until it was done. The completists in you two were satisfied - the kitchen looked spotless.

Changing into some actual clothes, you stealing one of Javi’s shirts, you two settled in bed. The covers were warm, having put them in the dryer for a couple of minutes before to make sure they were comfortably toasty.

“Jesus Christ…” Javi sighed as he got under the covers with you, immediately seeking your body and pulling it closer to his own, strong, defined arms wrapping around your hips and lower back. He pressed a few kisses to your hair and forehead, you doing the same but with his cheeks, and nose.

Your hand ran through his curls, earning a noise of ecstasy from him. He pulled you impossibly closer, causing you to throw a leg over his waist - a casual business.

“Goodnight, (Y/N)” he murmured into your hair.

“Goodnight, Javi” you responded, voice muffled from your head nuzzling his chest “Love you”

“Love you too” he murmured, his voice sounding lazy and sleepy.

And with that, you both were too tired to go onto a conversation like you usually did at night. Instead, you both fell asleep to the soft pitter patter of the rain.

[writingmeraki]

hazy eyes, clear thoughts I

a roronoa zoro imagine !

synopsis : in which letting your drunken mouth spill your sober thoughts leads you to a very unexpected consequence. ( read: everyone saw it coming except you and **** )

pairing : opla!zoro x gn!reader, idiots to lovers!

genre : disgustingly fluffy fluff, five tablespoons of angst and probable romance.

warnings : cussing, mentions of alcohol and getting wasted, zoro kinda mean, probably terrible humour, shit ton of giggling, also very all over the place but kinda cute? not entirely proofread, also lmk if I forgot to add any other warning !

author's note : well oh well, look we have another totally not self indulgent zoro oneshot/drabble/imagine n e ways I hit a sort of weird point of the series, I'm stuck but i am like 87% done with ch 1?? i hope I'll be able to do it soon enough ^^ tysm for ur patience !! let me know what you think of this! also PART 2?!? ( I need to know if people wanna read this randomness further 😆😅🤣👍🏽)

word count : 4.8k

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 “Oh-kay! I think that’s enough!”

You frowned when Nami took the drink from your hand, whining in protest when she kept it further away which she knew your drunken self would be unable to reach.

“B-but it’s good, it’s making me happy!” You giggled as you pointed at yourself and then pouted, pulling your manipulative tactic, one you did a lot when you wanted something especially one you did when you were shit-face drunk. 

With large doey eyes, you pleaded at her, “You don’t want me to be sad right? I’ll be sad if you don’t give me- that.” You pointed in a direction you thought she placed the beer but of course, it was way off.

“See, you can’t even make out where I’ve placed the beer! I don’t care if it makes you upset and honestly, it was fun to see you make a fool out of yourself, but now it’s just…sad.” She sighed, a tone of sympathy as she finished her sentence,

“I know why you’re drinking and it’s not a good way to distract yourself from your feelings! Drinking worsens the problem!” She scolded you to which you now felt a small anger form within you.

“Well then, how else am I supposed to get rid of this dread and just stupidity huh? Being sober is a constant reminder!” 

“Your feelings aren’t stupid! You like him, I’d say even love! You can’t just assume your feelings are invalid not until you know how the other person feels!” Your best friend felt a rage you’d feel if you saw someone you care about demean their feelings, a sort of anger at them hidden with laces of sympathy.

“He doesn’t fucking care! He only cares about his promises and that’s…that’s his life, his own…way of living so it’s fine!”

“Feelings to him are just…distractions.” You gulped as you recalled the way he replied to Luffy when the Captain was teasing him about falling in love. 

[ a few moments ago ]

“Zoro, don’t you think you should consider finding a partner, don’t you also want to fall in love and experience all the magical things that come with it?” Luffy teased as you all sat around a barrel, deciding to just hang out after a busy day. 

Zoro had a beer in one hand as he took a sip and then rolled his eyes, you’d been seeing his reaction, undoubtedly your heart picking up its pace when you heard the question. 

“I don’t need love, or call it a partner if you will. I already have enough on my plate, all that so-called magical stuff is just a distraction.” He replied, with no hesitation which left no option but for the listeners to believe his words.

Just because he’d spoken his opinion, it didn’t mean it hurt less. You knew it though, from the start that Zoro was a determined individual. Despite having his own goals, he also cared about others like Luffy even though he didn't show it much, less that he said it verbally.

It was what made you like him in the first place. After all, what’s more, better than a man who knows what he wants, is determined to get what he wants, cares for those he considers his friends, and the bonus cherry on top being he was quite easy on the eyes too. 

A whole package indeed. 

And you didn’t even know when your supposed “I admire him as a person to look up to” turned into “Oh, I think I am in love with him.” 

But ah, that’s the beauty of love and all the magical stuff, isn’t it? You never know when you’ll be the one who finally falls into it.

That’s why, after hearing his words, you felt your heart sink just a little. Screw it, you think you felt it weigh a shit ton and sink to the very pit of your stomach. 

Nami, oh Nami, what a friend she was truly, because immediately her eyes darted to you after Zoro’s words and she saw your expression go down just as quickly as Zoro downed his bottle of beer. 

Luffy chuckled, of course, he would, the poor lad was just teasing in the first place anyway to irk Zoro and obviously, he didn’t know about poor old you’s feelings. 

I think I need to go. 

It sucked how you couldn’t refute against him. How you couldn’t yell that love is not just a “distraction”, love is something that makes one feel more…human. Love is a wonderful thing and how if someone were to experience it, it makes you feel….it makes you feel just happy at being in the presence of the one you, love. Just…love is not…it’s not-

“Uh guys,” You piped up after sensing the tense atmosphere, tense to you anyway since you felt like a seashell was clogged up your throat. 

“I’m gonna go…get some fresh air. Yeah uh- I’ll be behind if you need me.” You abruptly got up, smiling tightly at Luffy, purposefully avoiding Nami’s questioning yet pitiful look and harshly blatantly ignoring how Zoro’s attention turned towards you, about to question you too, his face showing the emotions he’d not show before 5 bottles of beer. 

Sighing quietly, you picked up the drink you’d been downing, still having an adequate portion in it and you thought about it, saying fuck it as you grabbed two more from the stack that was in the middle.

“Continue with…your shenanigans,” You turned around and let your emotions finally show on your face, words repeatedly swinging in your head as you tried to filter them out. 

It’s nothing but a distraction.

And now, a few bottles (2) and a whole lot of giggling later, you may have truly begun to take Zoro’s words seriously. 

“I feel sick, perhaps it’s my heart breaking, see it hurts here the most.” You groaned as you looked out into the sea, pointing to your chest, though inaccurate as you held your right side, the sun appearing as a blurry blight light due to your vision becoming hazier as you got more drunk.

Nami sighed at you, realizing you should probably just be made to go to bed, despite it being only a few hours away from actual nightfall.

“Come on, let’s go, you’ve thought enough,” She stood up, having been sitting beside you on a barrel while you’d been sitting on the same.

She pushed her hand outwards towards you, to which you giggled and you were pretty sure your cheeks ached now. 

“Namii~how do you have-” you pointed your finger out, counting the fingers “-ten fingers! On one hand?!” You continued staring at her hand in awe as she rolled her eyes, a small grin on her face, finding your drunken self a tiny bit cute. 

Suddenly you felt your world stumble as she grabbed you and pulled you upwards, you now decided you did not know how to walk and leaned your entire body weight on her. 

Now, Nami wasn’t a weak person but considering how you were more on the taller side than her while also being a bit more buff due to the immense training you did every day to practice your own skills, you did weigh more.

She quickly made you sit back down when she realized she couldn't possibly carry you, she needed help.

"Stay here 'kay? I'll be back." She told you to which you obediently nodded, which made a genuine grin form on her face.

Maybe she did prefer drunk you who'd follow her orders with no protests.

You looked back at the sea, the sun even lower than before, a type of golden shining on the blues that reminded you of a certain someone's earrings and oh, there it was.

Your thoughts slowly getting consumed by the moss head who despite drinking so much to forget was so embedded deep into your memory and probably heart at this point that even the slightest similarity you saw, be it colors or flowers, reminded you of him. 

Ah, that's love and all its magical stuff am I right? 

Sighing, she made her way back to where the rest of them were, the crew picking up on her presence,

"Where's Y/N? Weren't you bringing them?" 

"Well, for one they are SHIT face drunk, I don't think they are even conscious of where they are right now so I'll need to take them to bed but also, I can't carry them alone." 

She rolled her eyes at the stupidity of drowning yourself in your feelings, quite literally but she knew she wouldn't complain to the rest of them or more so she couldn't.

"Well I'm sure, one of us can help-"

"I'll help you carry them." Zoro interrupted your captain who was just about to suggest him. If there was one who could probably carry anything heavy too, it was him of course. 

Nami eyed him curiously, she did know he wasn't ready to do…kind deeds, not unless it helped him in some way. Though, she thinks, you may just be an exception.

He stood up and walked towards where you were, which was at the back, Nami followed suit to which he turned towards her.

"It's alright if you don't come, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to carry them myself." He said it and Nami narrowed her eyes, half out of suspicion and half out of spite after hearing the cocky undertone to his words. 

Proving that was one corner of his lips being turned upwards, forming an annoyingly handsome smirk that if you saw it, you'd probably be more on the brink of absolutely losing it.

"Take care of them and if they are hurt-" Zoro rolled his eyes at the over-exaggeration, and Nami knew that but as your best friend and a platonic soulmate at this point, she felt she had to say something. 

"I don't mean it that way, you know damn well what I mean." She told firmly, to which a slight confusion did flash in Zoro's eyes but he didn't make it obvious as he glared at her, ready to bicker.

"Nami!" Luckily, Luffy's timing seemed impeccable as he called her, to which she turned around, allowing no further talk.

Zoro just brushed off her words and moved to where you were.

Despite, Zoro admitting to never wanting a partner, it didn't mean though, that he didn't feel. 

He cared. He cared enough for Luffy to stick with him. He cared enough to fulfill a promise. 

And he cared for you too as he saw you sleeping soundly, laying your head on the ship, using your hands as a makeshift pillow. 

And yet, he somehow knew it was different. It was different from how he cared for others. 

He gulped as he moved closer, now being able to see your features being highlighted by the afterglow of the sun setting. 

It was as though you were the sun's favorite child at the moment, touching parts of your face softly, careful enough to not awaken you yet enough to rest on it to make it golden. 

The evening breeze couldn't have picked a better time to pass as strands of your hair messily moved, your face scrunching up in disturbance. 

He didn't even perceive how he'd reached you and was actually touching strands of your hair to push them back in place so as to not disturb your sleep. 

He wasn't even a gentle person, but he was using soft fingers with even softer touches to push them back. 

He figured he should in fact take you back to your bed, well shared bed with Nami. 

Deciding there was no need to wake you up, he moved beside you, putting one arm underneath your knees while the other looped just above your waist and below your chest. 

You blinked open your eyes when you felt yourself floating, it seemed like you were floating for a brief second, engulfed by warm clouds and a nice pillow that was-

You looked up and saw the side profile of someone. 

They seemed familiar. 

A glint of gold caught your eye as you put your left arm up and poked the earring, giggling as you saw it move.

"Wow, pretty," You think you'd seen it but your eyes being hazier than before after your mini nap seemed to only make your vision more blurry.

The sudden exhale and whisper down his neck almost made Zoro trip as he didn't really expect you to be up.

He was just near your shared room.

"Where are you taking me? Who are you?" You asked the important questions now, your mushed brain being able to form somewhat coherent thoughts. 

"You- you don't know who I am?" He asked you, confusion in his features and then remembering why you were lost. 

Right, practically wasted. And apparently memory loss due to being wasted.

He pushed the door open, as flimsy as it was, careful to not eventually break it down.

You looked around your surroundings, now even more lost as to where you actually were.

You squealed as he let you down, immediately realizing it was a terrible idea when you almost toppled over, unable to hold your own weight as he pushed his arm around your waist.

You held onto the man's shirt as you tried not to trip and fall.

"Here I'll just- I'll get you to bed." He guided you towards your bed, hand still wrapped around your waist as he looped yours over his neck. 

You plopped down with your eyes shut, your head began spinning when you almost tripped and you groaned in regret.

"Drinking too much was such a bad idea, like all my decisions lately." You put your hand on your forehead as you tried to rub the forming headache away. 

Hearing a walking sound, you peered your eyes open. Half-open anyways as you still couldn't make out well anything.

You could see the supposed stranger who'd help you till your bed was going to turn around and likely go but at that moment, you decided you didn't really want to be…alone.

Grabbing his hand before he moved away, you pulled him back with all your force. It didn't phase his movements much though other than him halting. 

Zoro turned back to you after deciding he should probably leave before he either said something he'd regret or worse, did something he'd regret. 

It wasn't his fault though with how…cute you looked as you plopped down, making him want to ki-

"Stay…please." You whispered to him, still holding onto his wrist as you blinked at him.

A familiar green color sat on top of his head but you figured it was a common color despite being sober you absolutely made fun of it when you could about how uncommon it was but also whined about how unfairly good it looked on him. 

The same him who looked at you in confusion and disbelief,

"You want me to stay, right now? With you?"

“Of course! I feel quite alone right now, maybe the company will make me feel better here.” You let go of his arm, the loss of your colder hand in contrast to his warm skin making him slightly frown. 

You pointed at your chest, surprisingly getting it right this time by pointing toward your left side.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “Does your chest hurt or something?” 

There was a slight concern in his tone, one which made you giggle. 

“Not- not physically silly, it’s- it’s my heart, it feels like it’s been gutted- wait no too- too gruesome, it feels like someone just punched it and it broke.” As you blubbered about your heartbroken state, your words made him more curious and concerned.

He decided he should probably hear you out, after all despite not being a great talker, he’d consider himself a decent listener. 

Grabbing the barrel you used as a chair placed under your makeshift desk, he moved to sit beside your bed. 

“It’s ridiculous. I should have known there was no chance, but it isn’t like you get a choice sometimes on how you should feel about someone, it just…happens.” You spoke softly, as Zoro turned his attention toward you, wondering who was this person who’d caused you to feel so…sad. 

He didn’t realize it but he felt a slow anger build up, one he excused as frustration due to your mumbling but not one out of simply, probably, jealousy.

Yes, he was jealous of….this person because it sure as hell seemed as though you were deeply in love to have been feeling like this. 

Ironic.

“Why do I even like him?” Oh, he definitely did not want to hear you talk about him, he decided.

Screw being a good listener, he was already in a crisis when Luffy put him on the spot asking about whether he’d want a lover or not, and then him trying his best not to divert his gaze towards you, so instead he chose an option ( one he’d regret later on ) and gave a seemingly believable answer. 

Maybe a while ago, he’d have stuck to that answer, and actually no, he was sticking to it, quite well too.

That was until you stumbled onto the crew or more like in true Luffy fashion, were persuaded enough to stay. 

At first, he didn’t care enough. It was more so he didn’t particularly like you too. You were what he was not. Careless, overly enthusiastic at times, and way too optimistic for your own good. You looked to see the good in everyone, believing that there was always some sort of goodness in everyone.

Zoro found that stupid, knowing how reality was always different. Everyone is and will always be selfish for their own greed. He was too, he wanted to fulfill his promise and that was it. 

That was his goal and nothing else really mattered to him.

It’s what he thought would remain the same till he accomplished it but a sudden diversion came in the form of well…you.

He didn’t even realize it but the annoyance he’d get when he heard your lame jokes turned into him looking away from your silly smile to try and hide his own forming grin.

How he’d always automatically be looking for you if they’d stop at an island, choosing to follow you and dismissing Nami’s suspicious glances by saying you’d likely do something stupid that might put everyone in danger if left alone.

It was funny what this could make anyone feel. He didn’t ever feel like this, he didn’t even want to admit he was close to feeling but how long could a person remain in denial?

He was in love with you. 

He couldn’t simply excuse his heart racing at your presence as simply annoyance, he couldn’t excuse finding pretty flowers and them reminding him of you as well….yeah you get the point. 

That revelation honestly made him spiral into a sort of existential crisis. 

So he decided it was best to do one thing.

Ignore it. Ignore everything and simply wait until it all fades away. 

But silly him, he didn’t know one thing about love and he assumed it was something that fades away, yet there it was, in his gaze as it softened and in his heart as it sunk slowly like an anchor. 

Clogging his throat as if he couldn’t simply breathe when you admitted to being in love with someone, someone who wasn’t him.

Ah love and its magical stuff, yet why does he feel like it's more of a curse right now? 

He opened his mouth, and closed it again, resembling a fish and it felt like he wanted to say everything yet nothing.

They probably don’t deserve you. 

The thought resonated in his head, but really who was he to say so because did someone like you even deserve him?

Turning to face him completely, ducking your hand under your head, you blinked at him slowly, a grin forming on your face as you saw the stranger’s hair.

“You…you remind me of him, your hair, it’s that ugly color.” You softly giggled to which Zoro was left in yet a contradiction of emotions, whether or not he should feel offended or light over the sound of your soft giggles. 

Wait. 

“Come closer, I’ll tell you a secret.” He blinked at you, trying not to show any emotions and wondering if you’d ever even talk to him like this sober.

Deciding to follow what you said, something he’d never do if you were sober, he leaned in, putting one arm as support to hold him due to the slightly uncomfortable position. 

“I- don’t laugh at me first of all, it’s ridiculous, Nami says I’m being too much of a coward not saying it upfront.” You looked at him to which he nodded, in your mind you presumed it was reassurance and agreeing to not find you ridiculous.

Somehow, despite you not knowing who was in front of you, your heart was picking up in pace and you felt a slight nervousness, actually, you almost felt like throwing up.

As if you were just about to actually…

“I think, actually no, I am definitely in love with Zoro.”

…confess to Zoro. 

Good thing, Zoro had quick reflexes because he felt his arm slip and if it weren’t for those quick reflexes, he’d have fallen face-first into the ground. He sat up straighter as if what he heard had physically burned him. 

“It sounds ridiculous, falling in love with someone like him but he’s actually a very loveable person, at least once he begins to get more…more comfortable around you. He talks less, shows emotions or any reactions even less, always carrying around a bitch face- Nami says so- but-but he also cares through his actions like-like that one time he found Luffy’s straw hat when he thought he lost- he spent hours helping him look for it and trying to keep Luffy from crying and then, then this other time he stayed up all night when I got hurt and wasn’t able to sleep. And-and there’s sooo many other times he’s done, the small things, he cares for that.”

“You know. I think that was when I knew I loved him.  When he didn’t need to stay up, yet he did to make sure I didn’t die or something.” You finished with a soft giggle as memories of that day flashed in front of your closed eyes. 

Suddenly he felt way warmer than the room was. 

“I know, I know you’ll…you’ll call me stupid for loving someone who’s already in fact rejected me, not-not to my face of course but indirectly I suppose.”

Wait, what?

Rejected you?

How could he do that when- when he didn’t-

“I hate this! I hate the way I feel, it- it’s making me feel pathetic.” Your words slurred as you whined, using your makeshift pillow to groan into.

“Who said love is magical? It’s pathetic! It makes you stupid enough to have stupid hopes that only make you fly high until suddenly the actual reality crashes you down hard.” You spoke somberly, your words slowly fading out as you gave into the alcohol-induced sleep.

“Love is…pathetic. But- but I love him. So much. I love…you.” The last word came out as a hush as you exhaled, shutting your eyes and letting go of the pillow as you finally got knocked out. 

It pained him to see you call yourself pathetic…all while being the reason you felt that way. 

Zoro was conflicted. The contradiction of emotions making him all do,

Nothing. 

He was frozen. He couldn't say a word, couldn't raise his hand to rub your back to perhaps comfort you. 

His mind was in more chaos, your words replaying like a loop. 

And finally, he came to a conclusion.

I need a drink. Fuck, maybe even three. 

Perhaps if you were awake, it’d be a different reaction. Perhaps if you weren’t drunk, you’d have not said it. 

The idea of you then getting over him, probably because you’d think he rejected you indirectly due to his words. This left a more bitter aftertaste in his mouth and mind than the beer he just downed.

He left your side, deciding he needed a breather to process what he’d just been told. He made sure you’d be in a comfortable position, placing your arms to your sides and even draped a sad excuse of a blanket, one that you brought yourself of an old woman when you had stopped at an island and one you loved, sad excuse because it was very thin but apparently you couldn’t sleep without it. 

He had turned back to you, one more time, about to say something but he just sighed and turned around, walking away to where he was now. 

Now, almost halfway through the crate of beers, he still couldn’t get rid of the confusion. 

Did- did you mean it?

It was conflicting because for one you said it under the influence, maybe you’d even meant someone else and just said his name by mistake. He hated that, so he chose to focus on you saying it solely for him. 

“Why-just why are you trying to die of alcohol poisoning? What is up with you idiots drinking like maniacs today?” A voice said in both disgust and concern as she walked up beside him, facing the sea, and then looking at him, the concern being evident as she saw the conflict of emotions on his face.

She knew he wasn’t one to speak up, it was rather his body language and eyes that spoke what he felt. 

He just sighed, taking a smaller sip of the drink, placing both arms on the side of the ship, and observing the waves.

Nami truly wondered what could have happened until she realized. 

“Did something happen with Y/N?” She cooly asked, observing his expression and surely enough a change of emotion was seen with the way he suddenly stiffened up.

“Nothing remarkable–”

“Oh cut the crap Zoro, you look like someone stole your fucking swords and threw them into the sea.” 

Now he turned towards her, a slight look of horror while he narrowed his eyes at her,

“That’s oddly specific.”

“Won’t deny anything. But, don’t change the topic.”

“They told’ you something?” She figured she should just straight up ask it, put it out in the blue, out of the bad.

Zoro contemplated whether he should spill it, feeling like maybe it would be invading your privacy but even if he didn’t want to admit it, he needed some sort of advice. 

“They- uh told me they lo- well see-” He shifted his attention back to the sea, finding it hard to say it to her face without giving away much. 

Technically you confessed but also you didn’t? You ranted about being in love with Zoro and how you wished you didn’t, you did that thinking you were spilling it to a stranger but it was the man himself so is that a confession? 

“So they finally did it?” He turned towards her raising his eyebrows in question, “They confessed?” 

Now he was surprised but how accurate she was, “ They are too coward- no offense- to do it while sober so ‘figured from the way you look like” She pointed towards his face with her finger “They either kissed you, which doesn’t seem evident from your face not being smothered with lipgloss, they confessed.” 

He gulped from his active imagination flashing a picture of you kissing him and how-

“But why are you so freaked out then? Shouldn’t you be happy your silly little crush is mutual?”

“It wasn’t a confession. More like a rant, they thought I was someone else and they basically spewed it all, and wait what do you mean mutual- I don’t uh-”

“Oh don't give that bullshit now. I know- in fact, even a blind person could see how in love you are with them.” 

Zoro didn’t know whether to get offended or embarrassed if it were really that obvious. He exhaled heavily, clearly not satisfied with the situation still. 

“What if they don’t even remember? What if they begin to ignore me because they think I don’t like them?” 

“Well you did say you weren’t looking for a partner or so on, did you forget that idiot?” Nami shook her head as she rolled her eyes at him.

“I-well- It wasn’t intentional! I panicked!”

“And now this is your consequence. Though there’s a simple solution to this crisis which isn’t a crisis actually, it’s pretty straightforward.”

Now he was curious, a way to solve this whole catastrophe? 

“Since you think they’ll forget by morning, how about you confront them then?”

“In the morning, you clear out your feelings before you dumbasses end up avoiding each other to purposefully brush this aside and I swear! I swear if it gets awkward because you both won’t look past your egos, I’ll force you into the damn cabin and lock you there to talk.”

Nam smiled sweetly, yet a threat underlined beneath her final words and Zoro thought of the only thing he should do now.

“Fine then.”

“I’ll talk. I’ll…confess to everything.”

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[kaixserzz]

i just had to let this out. if i dont i will die. anyways im super in love with dottore !! so have this kinda self indulgent fic where its super disgustingly fluffy and just reader being a huge fucking love struck loser :3 there needs to be more dottore fics i swear :( (actually have no idea what im going with this but its fluff so whatever) oh ya allowing drabble rqs but only for dottore LOL (pantalone too actually!1)

dottore drabble x5 "luv u, luv u 2" (cw: a little descriptive about blood, veins and ur heart LOL)

you've long accepted that dottore has different ways of expressing his affection for you. it wasn't what you'd consider the norm from what you could tell by observing other relationships, but then again, he was never to be categorized with others. same goes for you, after you barged into dottore's life.

so, as the years go by, you've learned to identify these expressions of love that are only unique to you. some of them are odd, if you'll admit, but it was more endearing than unsettling.

he doesn't say much, it seems like being completely honest, even to you, has been forever deeply ingrained into his mind. but his actions do say a lot more than he'll ever say to you.

this doesn't mean you're not going to tease it out of him.

"dottore," you call his name with a sing-song voice, walking across his lab with a pep on your step. it echoed into the bustling room, mixing along with the other footsteps of segments scattered about. some had turned their heads in your direction, only to stick their nose up in the air and go back to whatever they were doing with a huff.

aw, you'll have to give them some attention later on. but for now, your target was dottore, your darling zandik.

you wrapped your arms around his waist as you buried your face onto his back, his hair tickling your nose. he didn't even flinch at your sudden hug, only continued to mix chemicals in the vials he held in his gloved hands. "i love you." you cooed behind him, your fingers playing with the lapels of his lab coat, before intertwining and resting your hands on his abdomen.

you could feel his stomach rise and fall along with his chest with every breath he took, and if you slid your hands up a little higher, you could feel his pulse quicken, only for a little. despite it all, to you, he was only human. a mortal, your lover.

then, you press a kiss on the back of his neck, mumbling another, "i love you!", only to receive a small hum of acknowledgement from dottore, his shoulders dropping ever so slightly as one of his hands was now laid atop of yours, thumb rubbing circles on your skin, not bothered by your intrusion one bit. you smiled against his clothes, but you wanted to prod him for more. "i love you, dottore." you say again, your embrace tightening. "gods, i love you soooo much. i love you~"

you repeated again and again, rather shamelessly at that. you moved at each 'i love you', and at this point, you've slid yourself around his torso, squeezing yourself into his arms. so now your face is buried onto his neck as you continue to spill all of your love for him until you've eventually riled him up to his limit.

what you didn't expect, was for him to put down the vials he had in his hands, and to finally reciprocate your hug. his hand was on the back of your head, gently patting and playing with your hair, while his chin was rested atop your head.

and oh, to be in his embrace. it's not like it's rare for him to hug you, he has grown to be a bit more physically affectionate ever since you've started dating, but for him to stop whatever he's doing just to indulge in your musings? ah, it was utter bliss in his arms, and you melted into a puddle of love-struck goo.

"what's with all of this, now?" dottore mused with a chuckle. and gods, you always loved it when he laughed, his chest rumbling against your body, and the hairs on your forearms stood. "i do believe i have provided you with ample attention this morning for you to survive for a couple of hours on your own."

you giggle at his words, allowing him to push aside some of his stuff on his desk and sit you atop it, fitting himself between your legs and pulling you impossibly closer to him. you didn't answer him though, only chanting 'i love you into his ear, cooing and planting kisses all over his face. he seems to be entranced by your display of affection, letting you take off his mask, your fingers dancing against his marred skin, littered with scars and burns.

he knows you love every single one of them, kissing the sensitive skin, the sensation leaving him all tingly and warm on the inside. quickly, he pulled his gloves off of his hands and wrapped them around your neck.

your eyes flicker to his for a moment, curious, but still trusting. not a single care for the hands tainted with the black tar of crimes he has committed, of all the sins that crawled and scratched on his back, of all the scars that serve an everlasting reminder of everything he has done. too easily, his hands could snap your neck, as if you were nothing.

"i love you."

but both you and zandik know he'd never try to do such a thing. his hands just fit perfectly around your neck, his thumb pressing lightly against your pulse points. surging with blood, just underneath your skin, heart beating, alive in his hands, and loving him, of all people.

then, amidst your confessions to him, you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes. "what do you think you're doing?" you trusted dottore with all your life, though the look he had on your neck while he lightly squeezed was odd. "don't look at me like i am a mere cadaver." you hiss.

he lips stretched into a big grin, sharp teeth showing all their glory to you as he leaned his face was inches apart from yours. "oh, my dearest," dottore's hands were now on your back, wrapping his arms around you once more. you shivered at the pet name, so easily allured by everything he does and says. "you are more than that. makes it more interesting for me to observe and study."

you gave him a playful glare, "try and i'll stab your neck with a scalpel." and though you threatened him, your hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs tenderly massaging his scars. he leans against your touch and closes his eyes, grin never leaving his lips. "my, and you were just telling me that you loved me repeatedly just a moment ago. have you stopped loving me?"

"i will if you start cutting me open without my permission!"

"so you will let me study you if i asked."

"don't ask!" you huffed, crossing your arms at him. "be content with what you have!"

"oh, but we are scholars, my love." he purrs into your ear, and he sees how quick you crumble beneath him. "we strive for more, don't we?" you roll your eyes at that, opening your mouth to argue with him more, but he shushes you with his finger.

"tell me you love me."

you blink at him, surprised, before smiling widely with sparkling eyes. "i love you." you say, breathless as he sighs at those words.

"again."

you chuckle, "my, how greedy."

dottore only scoffed, and tugged at your hair impatiently. "again," he demanded, and you could only giggle and say, "i love you," and again, and again.

and when he has had enough, he shuts you up with a kiss. long, passionate, and always ends up bloody. he can't help but bite your bottom lip every time you kiss. you look so gorgeous with bruised lips and blood dribbling down your chin, anyway. you don't mind, licking your lips with a grin.

"i love you, zandik."

"i love you too, my dearest."

it wasn't often for you to hear those words from his lips, but you cherish every moment he does.

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[fuzzythoughtsblog]

A fantasy I had based on a fan fiction I read :

I begin to wake up. I feel groggy as push myself from my bed. Except I couldn't for some reason and then I look up and my hands are cuffed to my bed. Except it's not my bed it's someone else, I quickly look around the room for some kinda indication of where I am. Theirs nothing thats familiar. The room is pained a light purple with fluffy fixtures everywhere and nice tv but no windows, only a fake projection of one. As I look around I recognize some stuff bits of my things placed neatly around the room. When I shift around I start to hear foot steps. I try to wiggle out of the cuffs before the door opens but its no use. A woman walks through the door with a soft smile on her face.

"Hello, love. Did you sleep well? I made sure to have everything how you like it down to rain sounds. "

I pause and realize there is a sound machine playing rain sounds just like the one I have at home.

The lady continues " I hope the cuffs weren't to tight, once we get you your ankle bracelet we won't have to fiddle with those things. "

I stare at her for a moment before asking where I was and how I got here. Some how very calm about the matter.

"Oh that's right you wouldn't remember. Well this is your home, not just this room of course you're free to explore the whole house once your ankle bracelet comes in. For now you stay here; but don't worry I'll keep you company. As for how you got here well you were at your old home and I put something in your glass of water to make you extra sleepy. Sorry it was just a formality and I won't do it again. "

As she talked the panic began to set in. I ask her why she did this.

With a smile she begins to play with my hair. "I love you, for a long time now. I know you don't remember but I used to see you after middle school walking to your house. I think the first time I saw you I knew this was it. As the years went by you confirmed to me that this is it. Watching your highs and lows have been truly beautiful. I knew I must have you in my life but, I don't want to share you anymore. You know you sleep beautifully, I mean I've seen it before but this is my first time seeing you sleep up close and personal. What were you dreaming about? "

I can't even take it all in, this lady I've never seen before is making all these claims and I'm strapped to her bed. I then look down to see I'm in pink lace lingerie. I freeze and she notices.

"Oh yes, I thought you'd look lovely in these and you do honestly. " she says as she drags a hand up my body.

"Your just so pretty. " she says as she leans in and begins to kiss my neck. At this I snap at her to stop and to uncuff me. She sighs and begins to nibble on my skin.

"Bear with me love, I must learn your body. " I shake my head as she shows no signs of stopping. I tell her someone is looking for me. "And may they never find our home" she breathes into my skin like hymn. She then moves on from my neck to my shoulders leaving long kisses on them. She then begins to trace my collar bone with her finger ever so gently. Upon tracing it she moves here mouth to the top of my chest. In to my skin she whispers "Allow me to take my time little dove, I want to savior this for both of us".

I try to pull away as she sucks dark marks into my skin ending the ministration with a small kiss. For a moment she leans off of me to admire her work. She let's out a moan as she looks. " Your breath taking. I've had only a little and I crave more. " I begin to lightly sob as she takes a nipple in her mouth sucking it through the lace. It feels disgustingly good. Everything in me is screaming to reject the pleasure, but my body won't listen. I let out a soft moan causing her to stop and look up at me.

"Little dove. " she says as she begins to kiss me on the mouth despite me backing away from it. She continues until a headbutt her mid kiss. She grips her head, but it seems my resistance only spures her on more. As she cups my face with her hands this time and she takes another kiss. And then she goes back to nipples this time nibbling at the other. She then looks up at me as she sucks the already sensitive bud. I accidentally let out a whine as it's just too sensitive.

Which sends a shiver down her spine. She lowers her head to my stomach before continuing to kiss it and litter the skin with little marks. She then traces the more sensitive skin with her tongue. As she goes lower I feel something hot grow in the pit my stomach. Especially as she gets to where my pelvis and my stomach meet. Nibbling on the line between the two. Unexpectedly she then moves over to the top part of my thighs. The bit of pudge that peeks over the lace stocking. Before going on she looks up at me again.

"Your delicious my love, I don't know how I have claimed to live before I tasted your skin. " after she sinks her teeth in to the pudge a action that causes me to yelp as its unlike every thing she did before. Of course she watches me as she does the same thing to the other side. As she released the meat from her teeth she then uses them to bite the edge of stocking before pulling them down and off. She does the same to the other side before returning to the first and laying a kiss on the knee she then bites around on the lower part of my thigh take her time to leave more dark marks. She ends it by laying several light kisses on my ankle. Before for repeating the same action on the other leg as she presses the last kiss into my ankle she breathes a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry dove, I don't mean to be a tease I've just been dreaming of this for so long. Longer than you could know. " she says placing her head near my crotch as I shift away. She simply holds my hips before placing a kiss on my clothed pussy. She then begins to suck and lick through the panties. All while starring at me watching every quiver and gasp. She begins to pay attention more to my clit as I whine and with shaking hands she removes the panties and just stares at my cunt for a minute or two. I hear her moans the words "fucking gorgeous".

Before ducking back down and tasting me from the source. I feel as she moans against me and grinds into my legs as she takes my clit into her mouth causing me to shake and shrink away. "Don't, run away from me baby. Hear me, never again. " she says eyes very serious. She then leans in and starts slowly pressing her tongue into me. Rubbing my clit as she does. She then holds my thighs as she goes deeper, fucking me on her tongue. She eats me out with focus and dedication for what feels like hours before pressing a finger in along with her tongue. The two move in sync as she loosen me before adding another finger and after time another. Until I'm crying on 3 of her fingers and a tongue.

She then pulls out and grabs something from the night stand. I look as she pulls down her pants to reveal a throbbing cock. She then squirts some lube onto it and my cunt before pumping it in her hand. There is absolutely no way she wants me to take all that. But as I look in disbelief she lines her cock up with my cunt but before she presses in. I say wait what about protection. She looks up at me with a soft smile "It's okay, I'm the only one that's going to be taking you for now on so we don't have to worry about that. "but before I can exclaim that it's not okay she sinks in.

With a breathy "Fuck" and fuck is right her cock is thick and just keeps going as she sinks into me as I whine and squirm. It takes a minute before our pelvises kiss but as they do she let's out long and loud whine. And I just stare at her, she fucking came inside of me, she came inside of me with no protection. What if I ... I begin to really sob as that thought crossed my mind. She on the other hand is still with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry love, it's just been so long. But don't worry I can keep going. " she says before sliding out and slamming back in. Causing my head to fall back. "See, I can give you pleasure too." She says voice still breathy as she pounds into me. The room begins to fill with the filthy noise and whines. I want to run away but theres nowhere to go. I just have to lye their and take it as she fucks her cum back into me with haste. She continues to thrust as she sucks more marks onto my neck and under my jaw. Then the worst begins as I feel my body try to tense up. Absolutely not, I tell myself but she seems to notice as she begins fucking speeding up and rubbing my clit. "Good ahead cum for me love, make a pretty mess of yourself. " I shake my head in refusal. This is not about to happen I'm not going to cum on her cock I refuse.

"Baby please stop being so stubborn, just do it it'll feel so good. " I keep starving it off despite her words until she wraps her mouth around my clit while still pounding . Sending me tumbling over the edge hard without out any way to catch myself. I close my eyes hard and begin to shake. It feels like an eternity and when I finally am able to open my eyes I hear a low ringing and my body is still tingling as she is still fucking me through it before cuming again even deeper this time. I feel tears continue to roll down my cheeks as she pulls out and her cum drips down my legs. As I stare at the ceiling completely stund I hear her whisper

"Welcome home, little dove! "

[yestrday]

is there ever a soft side to your yandere ayato? are there moments when he treats his darling as more of an actual lover compared to a pet? and is he ever vulnerable with them? :o

did i make him that horrible? i thought the whole 'treat you as a pet' thing was kinda hot. maybe my audience isn't really into that... well, i do understand lol yanderes are meant to love you

hybrid sawshark! ayato isn't one to bow to humans, but he acknowledges the changes you've had on his life. while he does get a kick out of bullying whenever he teaches you, he makes it clear that he likes to pamper you. his competitors are fluffy-tailed dogs and soft-eared mammals. his denticles might not be very pleasing to pet, but he still puts a bit of an effort to make you like him. the others think it's to irk them, especially with the sly smile he sends their way after he successfully woos you over, but thoma knows that it's probably because he's a bit insecure about his lack of... fluffiness.

academy! ayato doesn't put much effort at all. there's a clear power imbalance between the two of you, and he treats you more like a trophy rather than a lover. he showers you with lots and lots of gifts, but as a way to shackle you to him. he does get his soft moments though— laced fingers as you walk through the entertainment district, fond gazes as you focus on your homework, and delicate fingers tucking your hair behind your ear as you fall asleep on said homework. he does get soft, but he never makes it shown to you because he's afraid he might lose the control in this imbalance.

househusband! ayato is a lot more comfortable with you. your marriage isn't arranged or forced; you willingly took him as your husband. so he has a bit more solace and is more willing to open up around you. when none of his yandere tendencies are trigered, you two have a disgustingly normal and domestic life. think: giggling while he twirls you to the music on the tv, hugging you from behind as you cook breakfast, taking you on romantic candlelight dinners because he can, casually flirting with you out of nowhere just so he can see you flustered.

[keeksandgigz]

it's you and me (that's my whole world)- day 1 of keeks's lover house series♡

Day 1 of my Lover House Series♡

♡rockstar!eddie munson x famous!fem!reader♡

allusion of smut, r and eddie are in a secret relationship, disgustingly fluffy, kinda sad and angsty<3

"the whole school is rolling fake dice/ you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes"

You don't know how much longer you can go on with this lie.

"A PR Relationship for the ages" it was called on every single tabloid, everyone knew it was fake. Yet, you deluded yourself nobody did.

You deluded yourself that nobody knew it was to cover up the disastrous encounter with the paparazzi, catching you stumbling out of a dingy club hand in hand with Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson- your secret boyfriend. In those pictures he sported various lipstick marks on his face and neck. Your management team was furious.

To keep up the "American Sweetheart" image, you'd been persuaded to date some airhead quarterback, up and coming NFL star. And you'd tried, tried to hard to be able to establish something with this guy, but there wasn't much there there to begin with.

But you catch yourself running back to him. Every Wednesday night, he meets you at his New York apartment, adrenaline and fear thrumming within you as you enter through the back alley of his building.

Feeling safe in the comfort of his home, it's like a fortress where no one can reach you, a place where you can forget about the rest of the world and their demands and lay in his arms.

It's a swirl of lips, hands, tongues and limbs once you step foot in his door. The desperation to feel him as close as possible, starved for his touch, needing to feel him close. You seem to crave him with every fiber of your being as you often waste no time getting each other's clothes off.

Feeling the warmth of his skin, tracing the ink of his tattooed chest. He handles you with such gentleness and care that you can't fathom how a man like him could easily tarnish your image.

"Beautiful girl, missed you so much this week" he mumbles against the soft skin of your abdomen as he kisses down your body "Wednesday never comes fast enough, does it?" he chuckles, caressing the sides of your thighs, peppering kisses from the arch of your foot to your knee.

A slow tease, as it may seem, but in reality, it's just a way to make time go by more slowly, an illusion to grant yourself a longer night with him. A prayer to make your Wednesday nights never ending.

That's why you're tangled in sheets at 3 AM, while Eddie draws circles on your arm. "Y'know I don't mind having to hide, right?"

You sigh "I know, I just wish we could come clean, so I don't have to fake date that piece of shit" a gentle kiss is placed on your forehead.

"Soon, angel, I promise. M'fixing my image for you, so we can show up to your fancy events hand in hand. Everyone's gonna wish they didn't make shit up about us" he smiles, cradling your face in his hands. He is fighting sleep tooth and nail to be able to steal a glimpse, one more look, see how beautiful you look in the glowing yellow light of his side lamp.

"It's always gonna be you and me, baby" that's what he'd often say. A promise that things will eventually go your way.

It's too late to turn on the big light. So he allows himself one more touch, one more look, a caress.

Damning himself for falling victim to sleep, he looks at you one last time, already in the arms of Morpheus, as he lets himself sleep.

He doesn't hear you stir at 6 am, like clockwork. You grab your clothes and make your journey down the back stairs of the building, where your driver is waiting for you.

You look up. One day you'll get to wake up with him.

Day 2 is Reputation! Find the form here!

[danikamariewrites]

Okay okay okay, so errr I have like maybe a couple things but I'm not throwing everything with the expectation that you write all of them!!!

First maybe Azriel taking fem reader to a starfall ball. Bonus points if A already knows B is their mate, and they're waiting for A to find out

Okay okay now for Xaddy Xaden. WHAT ABOUT Xaden Riorson smut maybe? Idk I don't have a plot I just kinda want him

THANK YOU SO MUCH

Diamonds and Pearls

Azriel x f!Reader

A/n: I think this is my favorite fic I’ve written so far. I almost started crying writing this tbh. I went with Az bc I’m in a fluffy mood this evening but Xaden smut is coming I swear😉

Warnings: disgustingly fluffy

Azriel was surprised by how bold he had been in asking you to go to the annual Starfall ball with him. He didn’t want to dance around his feelings for you anymore, he had to tell you the truth. And tonight was the perfect night. Azriel never considered himself a romantic male, but that was changing tonight.

The reason for Azriel’s boldness was thanks to the mating bond. The bond had snapped for him exactly three weeks ago at breakfast. It was nothing special, just you, him, Cassian, and Nesta sitting at the table when it hit him. Feeling that golden thread come to life in his chest, being able to feel your calm heartbeat was the best thing that has ever happened to him.

For the first time in his life Azriel felt pure joy. He felt like everything was perfectly aligned. He was already head over heels in love with you and the mating bond just solidified that you were the one for him. You had known each other for centuries, and have been seeing each other romantically for a few months now. He was ready to take your relationship to the next step.

But would you want this with him? To be tied to him forever? He didn’t stop to think about that during his weeks of planning the perfect night to tell you. No, he couldn’t let his mind wander, he was too happy. He realized in his worrying his shadows were swirling around him and the hallway. Azriel called the rogue shadows back to him, he didn’t want to scare you when you came out of your room.

Just as your door opens the last shadow flys back to him. Of course the one shadow that was fond of you was last to come back to Azriel.

As soon as Azriel laid eyes on you he was speechless. You looked like the brightest star that would grace the sky this evening. Your dress was a beautiful light blue, made up of diamonds and pearls strung along the bodice. Your leg peeking out of the slit in your flowing silk skirt that had a layer of shimmering fabric that reflected in the light. Your silver heels clacking on the tiled floors as you made your way towards the shadowsinger.

“Wow.” He breathed out. You spun causing the dress to flare out, it practically glowed, just like you Azriel thought. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” Azriel suddenly felt guilty for wearing just a simple all black outfit on such a special night. A blush dusted his cheeks, “Thank you.” He holds out the box he’s been clutching for 2 hours, afraid he’d lose the gift he bought you. “I got you something for tonight.”

“Oh, Az, you didn’t have to get me anything.” You took the box from his hands, slipping one into his hands, smirking. “Very slick.” You giggle.

“You open yours first, and I promise I did not go to Mor for gift advice.” Azriel laughed, opening the box. His eyes went wide, he couldn’t believe you had given him something so beautiful. In the box was a silver signet ring with his wings and Mount Ramiel with the stars above it. “Y/n…this is incredible. Thank you.” He smiles down at you, his heart soaring at your kindness. “Your turn,” he slips the ring on his index finger, flexing his scarred fingers at the new feeling.

You open the skinny box to a gleaming diamond and sapphire bracelet. “Azriel! This is absolutely gorgeous. Thank you.” He takes the delicate chain out of the box, “Allow me.” You smile at him as he clasps the bracelet on your wrist. He brings your hand up to his mouth leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles.

He drops your hand, offering you his arm, “Shall we?” You interlock your arm with his and he whisks you away to the party. To the future he has planned for you, hopefully.

…

The stars are about to fall and Azriel had stolen you away from the Inner Circle to watch them on a private balcony. You were very excited to watch the stars with just Azriel. You planned to tell him that you loved him tonight, something you haven’t said to each other yet.

Lost in your thoughts about the beautiful shadowsinger, staring up at the stars he sneaks up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder. Startled, you turn towards his smiling face as he holds out a glass of wine for you, “What are sneaking up on me for!” Chuckling at your reaction he pulls you into his side, wrapping a wing around you, “Sorry darling, force of habit.”

You sip from the glass as the stars start to fall, watching in awe. The stars only hold Azriel’s attention briefly, more interested in watching you glow under their flashing light. Mother above you are beautiful, and he’s thanking her, like he has everyday since the bond snapped, that you’re in his life.

After a few more minutes of watching the stars you feel Azriel’s eyes on you. You turn, shifting a little away from him and smile. “I’m very happy I get to spend Starfall with you Az.”

“I am too y/n.” He swallows, now’s the time to tell you. He’s not backing out now. “I have something to tell you.” You say in unison. Laughing at your synchronization, you take Azriel’s hands in yours, swiping your thumb over the new signet ring reflecting all the blues and purples from the stars. “You go first.”

Azriel can feel his hands clamming up, it’s now or never. He’s just going to come right out and say it, even if it comes out sounding foolish. “A few weeks ago, at breakfast the mating bond snapped for me, for you. I could feel your heartbeat and happiness as you laughed at Nesta’s joke. And I swear in that moment I fell in love with you all over again. I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to tell you. I understand if you don’t want this because honestly I don’t deserve you y/n or the love you give me. But I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Tears were falling from your eyes. You couldn’t believe what Azriel was saying. You wanted this so badly from the day you first met. All you wanted was his love, but this was even better. You had dreamed about finding your mate ever since your mother told you about the concept when you were a little girl. Now yours is standing right in front of you confessing his love for you!

“Yes Azriel,” nodding vigorously, sending more tears flying down your cheeks. “I love you and you’re all I’ve ever wanted. I’m so lucky to have you as my mate, I couldn’t ask for anyone better.” Tears were now falling down his face. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you flush against him, kissing you heatedly.

In that moment the bond came to life in your chest. Glowing bright, connecting the two of you forever.

tags: @msiecrane @auggiesolovey

[pepsiconcoction]

Hi I’m new to your page and I think you write so wonderfully <3 I really hope your blog blows up!

I was wondering if you can write something fluffy and suggestive for Han <3 I love it when he leans in for a kiss but never actually does it, but what if you pulled him in for a kiss unexpectedly? The rest of skz know that you both like each other but they try to get you both alone 🥰

alright I see you anon.... so i threw this together in a couple hours, i hope it's everything you've ever dreamed of.

pairing: skz Han Jisung x gn!Reader

tags: reader undresses him kinda? light swearing, jisung is an IDIOT, fluff, suggestive? but no explicit smut, kithy kithy

wc: 1,541

Han Jisung is an oblivious man. Disgustingly, worryingly, hilariously oblivious. It’s honestly quite frustrating at this point, you have no idea how you’ve lasted this long without just straight-up murdering him. 

The problem is: you like him. Like, really like him. And he really likes you. His crush on you could be recognised by a stranger, just by the way he looks at you. Ask anyone and their mom, Han Jisung is head over heels (or maybe converse) for you. In the beginning when the realisation first dawned, you kind of got mad at the fact he’s never made a move on you, but your second realisation came with time: Han Jisung is kind of dumb.

Felix, his best friend, and the kindest person you’ve ever met, helped you devise a plan. You were going to bag Han Jisung. And if it didn’t work, then you were sure he should be put in the Guinness World Records for… something.

Tonight was the night. The guys were roughly 5 minutes from finishing performing their latest concert in Seoul, and here you are in their dressing room. It’s decently large and you relish in the crisp atmosphere created by the large air-con unit on the ceiling, no doubt that the nice, clean smell will only last a few more minutes until the boys barrel in, hot and sweaty. 

You hear them before you see them, particularly Changbin who is shouting, seemingly in a battle with Lee Know as to who will finally lose their voice first. Your bet is on Changbin. Felix enters after them, patting Changbin on the back and he catches your eye, a small smile tugging at his lips. The plan isn’t necessarily complicated, but the both of you think it may be tricky to pull off due to the nature of the people it concerns. Have you ever tried to wrangle 6 young adult men? Didn’t think so.

“How were we, Y/n?” Seungmin asks as he walks past you, undoing his microphone belt. A few of the boys look over expectingly.

“You were all wonderful, but I don’t need to tell you guys that.” You roll your eyes playfully, trying to hide the small fizzle of nerves as you realise what’s about to go down. 

“How was I?” Jisung makes his way over to you, standing right by your spot on the couch. He grins down at you cockily, the stage energy still flowing through him.

“You, Han Jisung, were phenomenal,” you laughed as he celebrated. As you watched him peacock his chest out a little, you neglected to see the knowing glances and smiles coming from the other boys. You also don’t notice Felix nonchalantly going around some of the members, whispering something to them.

Your presence in the green room is nothing uncommon, the boys comfortably changing in front of you, so you hardly respond as the boys begin their routine of changing, removing makeup, and packing up whatever shit they brought with them. Jisung is still jumping around the room, going up to Minho and teasing him about him slipping on stage. You think you see Minho attempt to slap his ass in retaliation, but Jisung narrowly escapes with a squeal.

Before you realise it, Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Seungmin are all leaving, conveniently saying something about removing their makeup at home. Chan and Changbin have surprisingly changed into gym clothes and you think for a second that they might be crazy for doing a workout directly after a show, but it quickly dawns on you that they are in fact, crazy, so you’re not actually all that surprised. You watch as they slowly make their way to the exit, the volume in the room slowly decreasing. Thankfully Jisung doesn’t seem to notice the abruptness of it all.

One of the stylists is still going about, tidying up some last few things, and asks Jisung if he could lend a hand lifting something out to the car. Fuck, your plan might just be a bust. Just as Jisung is about to agree, Felix cuts in.

“Actually, I’m just about to head out there,” he says, throwing the last things in his bag quicker than he was before. “I can help you.”

You notice Jisung look between the two and you think for a second that he may finally be clocking something. You watch as Lee Know slips out of the room, headphones on. 

“I might need help with my clothes, this zip on my back will be impossible for me,” Jisung says to the stylist, she’s about to respond, but you cut her off.

“I can help,” you try not to sound too enthusiastic. “We can meet you guys outside.” You walk over to them, with your most convincing smile. Felix practically answers for the poor stylist and he drags her away.

Suddenly, the two of you are alone. The air feels crisp again, but no less intense. Your standing close enough to Jisung that it could be entirely platonic, but you get to see the little details on his face: his eyelashes, the sweat still clinging to his hair around the edges. You kind of expect him to say something but he doesn’t, he just continues to remove the jewellery and other random accessories from his outfit.

You go up to the mirror next to him and start fussing with your outfit, running your fingers through your hair.

“You look nice tonight,” Jisung says from beside you and your eyes meet in the mirror as soon as he says it. A small blush creeps onto your cheeks. Damn it, how can Jisung compliment so easily?

“Do I usually not?” you deflect, laughing.

“You do, it’s just that you look more dressed up than usual. Usually, when you hang with us backstage, you’re comfier.” He says, easily. 

“Oh,” you think for a second that he’s finally caught on. “I guess I just wanted to look nice.” 

“Well, you do.” He ducks away quickly by bending down and beginning to remove his boots. You fall into a small silence as you lean back against the counter, watching him with something like admiration warming up your chest.

“Can you help with the zip?” He asks.

“Come here.” You nod, outstretching your hand, and he steps into your space, close enough that you almost instinctively part your legs. You take this opportunity to appreciate his back, his time in the gym not going unappreciated by you. As you lower the zip, it’s probably not a coincidence that you let out a small sigh as your fingertips lightly graze the smooth skin on his back. You think you see him tense.

Once the zip is undone, he spins around, suddenly you have a very shirtless Han Jisung in your close proximity. You try to avert your eyes.

“Hey, eyes are up here.” He smirks, chuckling lowly when you laugh. Leaning into each other as you laugh, you meet his eyes, something flickers in them. His eyes flick downwards, and immediately back up. This is it, you think, just a subtle move, a head tilted perfectly and you could finally break the barrier of whatever tension is between the two of you.

You hold his gaze for 1 second… 2 seconds… And it’s gone. His shoulders huff in a laugh, as he looks down in between you. Something like frustration flows through you.

“Han Jisung.” This gets his attention as his eyes snap back to yours, a little wider than they just were. You bring your hands up, grazing them up his arms a little, and you feel him tense a little, but he doesn’t look away. Your hands settle lightly on his neck.

“Are you going to kiss me or not?” You ask. He looks dumbfounded. You laugh. You watch the cogs turn in his mind, the sparkle in his eyes brightening slightly. He opens his mouth to say something. You don’t let him.

With your hold on his neck, you pull him towards you, and he goes easily. Soft lips crash into yours and your eyes flutter shut. You feel his hands finally respond as he places them lightly on your sides. It’s weirdly everything you’ve ever imagined, it’s soft and gentle and sweet, everything Jisung usually is to you. He pulls back from you, mouth parted in a grin.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Then why did you stop?” You say, chuckling.

“God, you’re so right.” He says and dives right back in, a little harsher this time, his grip on you moving downwards to your waist, gripping a little tighter. You gasp slightly at the movement, and he seizes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Your hands move up into his hair, ruining it just a little in the process. It all becomes too much as you drag your hand down his front, feeling the warm, still slightly sweaty, skin of his chest. You pull back, your heart skipping a little as he attempts to follow. With a firm hand on his chest, you push him back a little, relishing in the look of his kiss-bruised lips and the blush creeping up his neck.

“We should get out of here.”

“God, you’re so right.” He grins.

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Sarah I could use some fluff please😕

Hiii babes!! I hope you enjoy these super fluffy conversations with Eddie💖

*when I say these are super fluffy I’m not exaggerating these are disgustingly sweet*

“You think we’re good for each other?” “No.” “Eddie! What the hell?” “Sorry I meant no we aren’t good for each other…we are great for each other.” “Oh really? What makes you think that?” “Because…the kinda love we have can’t be anything but great.” “Yeah?” “Yeah…this is that once in a lifetime type shit…or at least it is for me.” “You’re going to love me the rest of your life?” “Oh yeah…you’re stuck with me baby.” “I like the sound of that.”

“You make me nervous.” “Eddie be serious I’m trying to see where your mind is at with…us.” “I’m being fucking serious you…you make me nervous because what…what if there’s a day you wake up and realize you can do so much better than me? I don’t know what I’d do if you…if you decided to leave..I mean I wouldn’t blame you but I just…I really fucking love you and it’s terrifying.” “You love me?” “Yeah…yeah I do..I love you sweetheart.” “I love you too…and there’s never going to be a day when I wake up and want to be anywhere else but wrapped up in your arms because that’s where I feel the most at home.” “You’re it for me you know that right?” “Glad we are on the same page.” “God listen to us we sound like a hallmark commercial for one of their cheesy Christmas romance movies…” “oh you know you love their Christmas movies.”

“If I dropped to one knee right now and asked you to marry me what would you say?” “What took you so fucking long.” “Wait…what? Really? You wouldn’t run away screaming at the idea of me being your husband?” “No you dummy I’ve thought about you being my husband for a while now…I mean we live together and have a cat so it’s like the only thing missing is a ring on my finger and my last name being Munson.” “Oh…uhm well then in that case….will you marry me?” “Holy shit you’re actually doing it? Right now? I didn’t mean to pressure you I’m so-” “baby you’re making me really fucking nervous can you just say yes already?” “Oh shit I’m sorry! Yes yes of course I’ll marry you Eddie.”

“You know what I think?” “Honestly baby there’s no telling…” “don’t be mean Eddie.” “Sorry Princess…what’s on your mind?” “I think that you and I were meant to meet at the exact time that we did all those years ago because the universe knew exactly what I needed and who I needed to be loved by…so they sent you to me.” “I think you’re right baby…I had no intention of going to family video that night but all of a sudden I was pulling into the parking lot and not even five minutes later I run into you in the horror section.” “And look at us now…sitting in a bubble bath in our house on a Friday night because we are an old boring married couple.” “Boring? We aren’t boring…but yeah…crazy how time flies when you’re having fun with the one you’re meant to be having it with.”

“How much do you love me?” “I hate these conversations sweetheart they always end with me doing some ridiculous favor…” “so you don’t love me then?” “Now that’s…not what I said…you know I love you.” “How much?” “So much there’s not even a word for it.” “Oh that’s a lot…does that mean you love me so much that you’d come help me plant some new flowers in the garden?” “I knew this was going to end me with me on my knees somehow.” “Maybe I’ll return the favor later tonight if you don’t moan and groan while planting my petunias.” “I make no promises…you know how much I love moaning and groaning.”

“Can I tell you something?” “Is it going to make me cry? You know how I feel about crying Eddie…” “I don’t know? It might?” “Lay it on me.” “I think we’ve been in love before.” “Oh yeah? Like…in another life?” “I think we’ve always been in love and…will always be in love…in every life we live…I sound crazy don’t I?” “No Eddie you don’t sound crazy…I know what you’re talking about…what we have just feels too…special to only be for such a small amount of time.” “Exactly….I love you.” “I love you too…in this life and all the ones that come next.”

[spaceyflowerswriting]

HII idk if u write for gun ( lookism ) but would it be alright if I request a gun x reader fluff? That’s all! Ty:))

beauty in you (gun park x reader)

details: fluffy drabble, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and gun are coworkers dating

summary: a silly conversation with kouji makes gun realize you've become a very dear part of his life.

a/n: i do <3!! he's one of my faves to write; thanks for requesting!!

inspired by the last prompt on this post 💖

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"...Really?"

"What?"

Kouji pointed to the headband Gun was currently wearing, the fluffy cat ears on them being a large contrast to his serious demeanor. "If I asked you to wear that, you would've asked me what color I'd want my coffin to be."

"Hm. Really?" Gun smirked out of amusement when the purple haired highschooler gave his arm a light slap.

"Seriously, I've never seen you make so many exceptions for someone before." Kouji huffed and pointed with a thumb at you, which you didn't notice because you were too busy singing with Crystal. "They've really got you wrapped around their finger."

"Please," scoffed Gun, "Is it so strange I enjoy the company of someone? And it's not as if I don't do these things with Goo, either. Just the other day we were at a karaoke like this one."

"Yeah, but you kinda grumble when you agree! With them you just agree right away."

"Your point?"

Kouji let out a deep sigh. "You know what it is? I think they made you soft, at least towards them."

Soft...? Soft?

Never in a million years would Gun ever describe himself with such a word, nor would he imagine someone else would use it in reference to him. Yet at this moment, he could sort of understand why Kouji would say what he did.

He shook his head anyway, turning his attention back to you, adoring your bright smile that even his sunglasses couldn't protect his eyes from as he said, "They made me appreicate something I've yet to experience, that's all. I see no problem with it."

When Kouji made a gagging sound, Gun turned his head back to see him grimacing. "Am I hallucinating? Gun wearing cat ears and saying the most disgustingly cheesy ass thing I've ever heard?"

Gun just chuckled. "Is now a good time to ask what color you would like your coffin?"

"Man..."

[below is extra characterization stuff i started with but then realized i was just rambling instead of writing a story but i liked it enough to keep it]

When others say that beauty was found in people, Gun could agree, but perhaps not in a way one would usually think. For him, it wasn't the kindness or smiles humanity shared that he found beautiful, but physical talent instead--people so skilled, they were on the tip of almost being non-human.

The most flexible gymnast, the fastest swimmer... and most of all, the strongest human; particularly when it came to fighting. Yes, to Gun, there was just something beautiful about the way one could perfectly move themselves to inflict maximum damage, through technique and knowing the right weak spots. Not to mention, knowing there was hard work put behind to maintain such strength and knowledge made it even more beautiful to him.

Of course, there was also talent in itself that fascinated Gun. Anyone could achieve enough through hard work, but not everyone was born with natural talent.

So... why did he find beauty the "normal" way in you? As far as he knew, you couldn't fight, and all you've done was just be yourself. Your personality achieved some sort of dynamic with him where for once he enjoyed the company of someone in a peaceful way. In fact, he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with someone like you. It was a strange feeling, but he was sure of it. Emotions weren't too complicated for someone as straightforward as him, after all.

Nonetheless, perhaps he could argue that your talent was making him smile, and for that, he could appreciate the beauty in you; your talent.

[androgynousblackbox]

How I Met Your Father. 9 (Appleradio, Radioapple)

How We Spend The Night Before

A03 link

"Angie" called Cherri, pulling on the tall spider demon coming from the bar with two new drinks. She accepted the one meant for her and pointed at the corner. "Hey, quick question: are those two fucking?"

"Who?" Angel turned his gaze from Husk to the direction Cherri was looking.

He felt a tight ball on the back of his throat when he realized she was refering to Lucifer and Alastor. The two were standing near the rockola, the only source of music on the lobby, and seemed to be talking as they danced togehter, not really following the music. To be perfectly fair, they weren't particularly close to each other, mostly a lazy back and forth with some open twirls, but something about the way they laughed and couldn't keep their eyes off each other of course would create the need to ask that. If it wasn't because he very much still wanted to be able to speak in the future, he would be all about speculating about it. He did just that with the residents already, whether they wanted to or not, but Cherri was out of the contract.

No wonder they had to use disguises so often. They were both awful hiding anything.

"I-I don't know" said, feigning indifference. "Who cares? Two old men together is not really my favorite genre. Probably they will be having a heart attack at the sight of an ankle or something before they can even get it up."

"Right" Cherri followed them up. Now Lucifer was holding Alastor's hands away from them as he showed some foot movement, his hips turning from one side to another, before the other demon tried to imitate it as well. Once they set it up properly, they both turned in a circle, first slowly and then gaining more momentum. She could almost hear the encouraging words from the tiny king just by the way his eyes light up. If they weren't fucking, she would be surprised if they didn't thought about it at least. "Kinda cute though."

Angel lifted his eyes again again. The soft smile that Alastor had over Lucifer almost made him want to throw up with something akin to envy. He didn't want any of them like that. He wanted to look at someone like that and be looked back.

"I mean, sure, if you like corny" Angel took the rest of his drink in one go, shaking his head at the sudden rush. "Fuck it. Wanna dance too?"

"What, you want to twerk to that old ass music?"

"You can twerk at anything you put your mind into" Angel dispensed his wisdom with the deserving seriousness of the statement, offering his hand in front of her while moving his eyebrows exaggeratedly in a wave. "M'lady."

Cherri snorted.

"Fuck off" said, also finishing her drink before accepting it. "Fine, but call me like that again and I will kill you."

"Fair enough. Hey, Smiley, you think you can elevate the volume of that thing?" called, feeling not a small amount of joy when he heard a static noise as Alastor realized they were, in fact, not free to be as disgustingly sweet as they wanted if they didn't want to spill their own beans in front of someone else.

Not just Cherri, but some cannibals that decided to stay after Charlie's speech to enjoy the party as well.

The radio demon seemed disoriented for a second, his hands still resting against the palms of the king, until Lucifer just laughed and twirled himself off his grip to the rockola.

"Sure! What is a party without some little bit of music?" Once he set it up the volume and changed to another tune, this one more rapid, he started snapping his fingers at the rythm. "Does this work for you?"

"Oh, not bad. Thanks, short king" Angel twirled Cherri in the air and catched her with one arm.

Cherri, not wanting to be less, grabbed him by the neck and impulsed herself up, dancing with her own moves. Angel threw away any pretense that he knew a single music appropriate dance move and followed her lead. Shaking his head, moving his money making ass and for once, somehow, still excited about tomorrow.

"Husk, bring your fluffy ass here! This is totally your vibe!"

Husk chuckled at the side.

"I don't think so" snickered as he didn't lost sight of the spider demon and Angel smirked.

He saw at Sir Pentious nearby, playing with the hem of his hat between his hands as he followed them too.

"Your loss, whiskers. Pentious!" called, going up to the snake man and bringing him to the unexpected dance floor before he could say anything. Closer to Cherri banging her head. Was it too direct? Maybe, but who cared. "Come on, man, dance with me! You still have hips, don't you?"

"Y-yess?"

"Then used them, don't be shy."

As Sir Pentious was struggling to keep up with Angel, Lucifer felt Alastor vanishing among his shadows and then saw him reapper on the balcony above the lobby, watching over them. He wasn't offended by the distance, it was easier to keep up the secret.

When he looked around the room, as more people came to dance, he perked up at seeing Charlie walk in with Vaggie with their hands connected. The princess seemed happy with how the event was going as she walked to him.

"Everything okay, papa?" asked Charlie nonetheless, dedicating to the devil a more attentive look.

Lucifer almost blushed at that. She shouldn't be the one worrying about her father on that way, not when of the two she had more to deal with.

"I am fine, sweetie" said sincerely, holding her hand. He decided he wasn't going to mention the dried tears on her face that she still hasn't cleaned up, even if his chest constricted at noticing. Whatever had happened, she already seemed to have calmed down from it and it wouldn't help to bring it up again if Charlie wasn't going to do it herself. "But I am glad that I found you. I got a little surprise for you. Vaggie, do you mind I steal her for a moment?"

Vaggie did blushed, taken aback by the courtesy. She checked on Charlie, who gave her a slight nod.

"Sure, sir" said, dedicating a final squeeze to Charlie's shoulder before daughter and father dissapeared behind one of his portals.

When they came out to the other side, Lucifer was standing on the balcony outside of his and Alastor's room. The nights of hell were always less warm than during the day, so a nice breeze received them as they stand up. From there they could see all the front of the hotel, the canons waiting to be used, the reinforced wired walls to protect their surroundings.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" asked Lucifer, when he couldn't resist anymore.

"Just… some nerves for tomorrow, papa, that is all" said Charlie, not wanting to lie and not wanting to dwell on it either. She sighed, crossing her arms together, and didn't elaborate so Lucifer didn't pressured her for it. "What did you say about a surprise?"

"Not just any old surprise, oh no no" hyped up Lucifer, lifting a finger. "This is a especial ocassion, Charlie. I haven't worked in something like this since before you were born! But I think it was totally worth it" Lucifer hold up one of her hands. "Close your eyes."

Charlie arched an eyebrow with a little smile, but did as told. After making sure that she wasn't peeking from under her eyelashes or anything like that, Lucifer opened up a small portal and received on his hand what he was looking up, putting the hand of Charlie on top.

"Now open them up."

Charlie blinked, first without understanding what she was holding, but quickly her eyes widen up with full understanding.

"A shield?!" asked, turning it around to see the design of six golden wings and the center that it was the heart of an apple.

The gold looked absolutely spotless, reflecting the dark red sky through a filter.

"A a shield made out of angelic steel to be precise" preened Lucifer, patting a hand on the surfice of it. "Absolutely nothing is going throug a bad boy like this one. I know, I tested it already. Feel it on your arm. Is it comfortable?"

She tested out the grip on the interior by putting it on her arm. It had the right weight where it wasn't too light she could forget it was there nor too heavy to be distracting.

"This… this is amazing, papa!" Charlie hugged the man, right into the already open arms of the devil. "When did you…?"

"When you came back from your first meeting with Adam" said Lucifer, rubbing her back as he squeezed. More specifically the moment the extermination was announced closer than it should have been. He had hoped that things wouldn't escalate any further, but at the same time couldn't stay without doing something. "I don't know, I think I thought it could be useful in the long run. Although I was really rusty on my forging, so it took me a couple of tries to get the hang of it again."

"It's beautiful" Charlie smiled, more relaxed and warm now, kissing his cheek. "Thanks, papa."

"Nothing less for my duckling" Lucifer looked up to her and there was so many things he wanted to say. How proud he was of her, how beautiful she was, how sorry he was he couldn't stay and help protect everything. How he saw now that this project of her was worth it because sinners truly cared about it. But if he knew anything about himself is that once he opened up that door, his own terror was going to spill out all over the place, and Charlie deserved a night to take care of herself before anyone else. She more than anybody did. So instead of sharing any of that, he squeezed her hand with a smile he hoped could transmit at least a third of what he had in mind. "I could have never chosen a better daughter."

Charlie nodded once, then twice, and before he knew it she was already crying on his arms and the door had been obliterated into smitherings as his own eyes filled up. Oh, well, at lest he tried.

"I am so scared, papa. Everyone is counting on me and I am so grateful, but I don't know what to do if they get hurt…"

"I would literally never forgive myself if anything happens to you, sweetie. You are my greatest pride in my entire life and I don't know what I even did to deserve you…"

"How did we even end up here? I just wanted people to find a nice place where they could actually be nice and tomorrow we are fighting angels? Everyone is putting their lives on the line and I don't know if I can even handle that…"

"You were so tiny when you were a kid and I would get so nervous every time you had to get out of the palace. I literally could not sleep on your first sleepover and now I have to see you go knowing you are going to be fighting heaven, how is anyone supposed to do that…"

They both talked over each other, not really needing an answer, until they both devolved into just making noises as they sobbed holding onto each other like they were afraid the other one could let go at any moment. Eventually, somehow, they found each other on their knees on the floor. Lucifer didn't know if he actually felt any better or just got himself tired.

"Well" said Lucifer, sniffing, after what felt like too long. "There goes my plans to be the cool dad for once."

Charlie nuzzled her head against his shoulder. The tension on her shoulders was easing up with each inhale.

"I… I think I needed that" said Charlie, straighten up, only to let out a small chuckle. She whipped up the face of Lucifer with her sleeve. "You too, papa."

"I am your father, I don't need anything" said Lucifer, shaking his head as he wrapped her shoulders. "I just need you to be okay, sweetie. More than anything, I need you and your dad to be okay. I don't care about anything else but that."

"I know" Charlie sighed, holding him back. Lucifer started rocking her gently from side to side, petting her hair like she was still a kid scared of a thunderstorm. She closed her eyes, letting herself feel comforted and safe on the familiar embrace.

Neither of them knew how much time it passed until Charlie felt a tingle on the back of her head. When she looked down, she saw Alastor's shadow waving, his figure extending from their own shadows.

"Hi, dad."

For her there wasn't another you when it came to Alastor's shadow. They were all part of her father so they got treated the exact same as him. Lucifer looked down following her eyes and smiled, more easily now.

"Hey, babe. I guess we did took a while, huh?" The shadow nodded, his face frowning with concern. Lucifer finally let Charlie go to rub at his own face, almost embarassed with himself now. So much for letting Charlie relax. "You should probably get back down, duckling. Or head to bed to rest now."

"I think I will do that" Charlie took back her new shield, grabbing it on her arm. It was truly comfortably to carry. She got herself on her feet and offered her hand for Lucifer to do the same. "Thanks again for this, papa. I will make good use of it, I promise."

Lucifer accepted the help, quickly fixing up his suit to try to reform some semblance of composure. He stopped at the words of his daughter.

"I know" assured, patting her arm. "Kill them all, honey"

"That is not really the main objective, but thank you" Charlie chuckled, looking down at the floor again. "Dad, I am going to bed. See you tomorrow, okay?"

The shadow nodded its head, opening up the balcony door and then the door of the bedroom for her to pass through. Once Charlie was out, the shadow closed the door again and Alastor materialized in the balcony as Lucifer climbed on top of the railing, keeping a perfect balance.

If it were any other being on hell, Alastor would already be expecting the moment they were going to slip up and he could get a laugh at their expense as they fell to the ground. Being Lucifer, though, he could only admire how easily he walked over the fine black iron line as easily as anyone walking down the street.

"I see that she enjoyed her present" commented.

"Now I am thinking I should have make it bigger" said Lucifer, sighing as he squated, chin on hand. On that pose he looked even more like a bird watching down from a telephone line than before. "Late for that now, I guess."

"Nonsense, it will do its job just fine" Alastor sat against the railing, supporting his weight on his arms as he looked at Lucifer turning to the future battlefield. "Does it feel nostalgic, my love?"

"Kinda, but not for what you think" commented Lucifer. Under the red flow of the pentagram in the sky, the gold blush of Lucifer stand out like a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean. "Back when humanity was still figuring out how to create a civilization here, they would constantly go to war with each other. There was a lot of big empty spaces filled with nothing but traps, waiting for any soul to come in and get captured. Similar to how it's there right now. That was the state hell was in when I decided to get drunk and made that condition with Ozzie. Trust me, the war on Heaven was a lot less organized than this." He snickered, stretching casually as his eyes fell back to his husband. His hand extended to pet him between his antlers before moving to the ears, gently scratching them with his claws. Alastor leaned into him, elevating his head just in time for Lucifer to steal a kiss. He didn't move, letting his lips to persue him back when Lucifer pulled away just enough to speak. "Were you listening what I talked with Charlie?"

"What I was able to understand at least" recognized Alastor without more convincing.

"Stalker much?"

"Only for you, my king" Alastor grinned, lifting up a hand to cup his cheek. "I have found no better center for my attention."

"Oh, pulling up the old charm now, are we?" Lucifer chuckled as he extended his wings, floating more than actually flying, as if held by a string on the air, to keep on eye level with Alastor. His hands grabbed onto the railing at each side of the demon, whose arms came to rest over the shoulders of the fallen angel. A lazy hand came to brush against the blonde hair on his nape as Lucifer smirked. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you try to seduce me or something, babe. How come?”

��Our daughter said to spend this night however we like” Alastor nuzzled him with his nose, coaxing the mouth of Lucifer to come find him first. When he did, he sighed into the soft kiss. “Maybe I wish to spend it like this.”

Lucifer turned his head to the other side, looking into his eyes.

“Are you sure? If you want I could accompany you to hunt something in the city. Anything or… anyone you want. Charlie doesn’t have to know about it.”

“Mmm, tempting” Alastor’s grin widened, delighted with how well his husband knew him. “However, we can do that every other day anyway” added, tightening his grip around the angel until the hands of Lucifer had to land on his waist.

A little peak of magic later the six wings were gone. Lucifer landed softly on the floor and he extended his legs forward, just so he wouldn’t bend so much. The expected result was that their bodies came closer to each other, feeling their warmth even through their clothing.

Truth be told, he didn't know either why he felt like having this as his chosen way to spend the night. Maybe it was his own way to assure Lucifer that he didn't have to be afraid for either of them tomorrow when he had to go before the extermination. Maybe after hearing his loss of composure with Charlie wanted to change his mood with something he knew for sure that he would enjoy. Or a part of him just wanted for that connection between the two of them, even if his body didn't need it. It could be all of it and even more stuff he didn't want to name in combinations he truly did not care about finding out.

One didn't reach the overlord title by questioning their desires and actions. They did by bending the world to their will no matter who they had to trample for it and forcing everything else to conform to their own version of reality.

Right at that moment he wanted to just be with his husband in the privacy of their room and so he would, the rest of hell be damned again. He didn't need any other reason than that and Lucifer only needed his consent, which he was glad to give as he deepened his kiss, letting his tongue come first to find communion on Lucifer's mouth. The little moans he conjured up out of his husband made his chest swelled up with pride. On an objective level he appreciated them as the loveliest sounds ever heard. How could he not when were for him, because of him and all his?

"Take me to bed, my lord” whispered Alastor, letting his voice become deeper like a goos scratch on the throat.

Those were the magic words that erased any doubts for Lucifer and he wasn't one to dissapoint once he set up his mind up to something. When Alastor felt those strong hands gripping his thighs, he couldn't help but to feel grateful that nobody got to see with how embarrasingly easy it was for the king of hell to hoist him up to his shoulder like he was lighter than a pillow. With one hand Lucifer hold his legs against his chest, giving him a place to sit, while his other one went to get a grip of his tail under his coat, succesfully ripping a squeak out of him that Alastor tried to cover up a second too late. One of the many reasons why few people ever saw it was exactly how sensitive it was, sending shivers he couldn't control along his spine.

Alastor couldn't see the face of Lucifer, but knew very well the satisfied grin on his pale face as he carried him inside, closing the doors with magic as he directed his steps to the bed. Alastor felt the fluttering of Lucifer's wing near his face as his husband floated above the bed, letting him fall gently over the covers. Lucifer straddled him above his stomach.

"Last chance, babe" said the king, pulling on his bowtie to kiss his cheek.

It was merely a courtesy, of course. They both knew there was no turning back, but it still felt nice that he asked for confirmation. Alastor made it known too by turning his head, trapping his husband for another wet kiss. The scrap of his tongue against those sharp teeth felt delicious, a small reminder that Lucifer could rip it out if he wanted to. That he would if he asked him to. He never did, but the indulgent thought was still something he came back to whenever they joined mouth for more than a few seconds.

"You don't have to make me cum tonight" did specified, nuzzling his neck. It wasn't the first time he told him something similar. With time he had learned the best way for the both of them to navigate this aspect of their relationship and a big part was find out how a climax could be entirely optional for him. As long they were together and Lucifer found pleasure on his body, then that was enough for him. "Do whatever you want. I don't mind" He kissed his cheek, lapping his tongue over the red circle. Every inhale and exhale from the fallen angel was coming up heavier, warmer than the last. "I just want you."

"Alright" Lucifer's hand lifted to the back of his head, scratching the buzzed part on his nape. His red eyes shinned with a twisted sparkle that had his heart racing "but if it happens anyway, don't get upset at me."

Alastor smirked. That was unlikely to happen. If he wasn't already particularly excited, then it was very hard to get his body up to that point and this didn't feel like one of those nights.

"Deal" said, bringing him closer for another kiss and lingered over his lips. "Just don't make it a priority. I am sure that my beloved husband can figure it out and still make it worth my time."

"Don't I always?" Lucifer arched an eyebrow with his own smirk and Alastor swallowed the tiniest bit, nothing else.

No force in hell would get him to admit that he did, since the very first moment Alastor initiated that kind of contact between the two of them. That kind of power was too much for the king of hell and Alastor knew he would never let it go. Lucifer's ego didn't need the pick me up.

"Show me then" challenged instead.

Lucifer pushed him down to the bed. His dexterious hand first pulled out his bowtie, sending it flying directly to a nearby chair, alongside with his coat that took out of him. When he started unbuttoning the red shirt, he shoved his face on the fluff of his chest as his fingers ran through the short fur over his stomach and waist.

Muffled sounds of admiration came through as Lucifer was pulling out his belt, sending it to the same chair as every piece of clothing he was taking out. Alastor relaxed with a smile. Lucifer could make everything dissapear with a snap of his fingers or even rip it appart without much effort, but he was taking his time, further soaking up every part of his body that he was uncovering like a delicacy he had to savor.

"Fuck, you smell so good, why you always smell so good" Lucifer kissed his way down, opening his pants to pull down his legs. Alastor helped out having his tentacles to pull out his shoes. "This part of you especially…" Lucifer nuzzled his face just right above his crotch, kissing it reverently. "The bestest idea you ever had, babe."

Alastor looked at the ceiling, letting the little tingle of pleasure between his legs to wash over. It was, in fact. When he suggested Lucifer to apply an spell to change his genitalia, he was mostly just curious if it would have any impact at all on how he perceived or felt about sex. It did not, and because of that, he never saw the point of going back either. He never did much of anything when he had a dick anyway and he barely thought about not having it the rest of his day, if at all, to his own surprise. The only times he became aware again that he had those parts he wasn't born with were these, when Lucifer enjoyed it far more. More than anything, Alastor thought it was the most practical alternative to have. That way they didn't had to waste time on any lubricant or preparations.

At the start of their little experiment, Alastor questioned if that meant that some part of Lucifer missed being with other people with those parts. Lucifer had laughed and assured he could have anything down there, even a complete nothing like a doll, and he would still prefer it over anyone else, which was weirdly affirmative in more ways he expected it. Having a low libido aside, knowing he was still desired on that way was it's own form of pleasure he had only truly indulged in when he was with his husband. Other admirers couldn't even come close to compare.

"I do tend to have those" commented Alastor, tilting his head when Lucifer finally let his pants ago and opened up his legs. His hand came out to press against the forehead of the hallen angel when he felt him getting closer. "Darling, you don't have to."

"You said do whatever you want" Lucifer pointed out with a slight pout. "I want to taste you before I come inside. Can I?" Alastor sighed, parting his legs.

He truly did not understand the fascination of Lucifer with doing that, but then again, he did not understand why his husband needed to masturbate some nights while calling out his name either. Some things were just bound to remain a mystery.

When the long tongue of Lucifer slipped between his folds, he percieved some warm spread over his body. But somehow just seeing the way Lucifer could be so entranced was almost better, right until the tongue lapped against his entrance and he sighed, feeling it slip inside so easily. Lucifer breathen in, lifting the thighs of the radio demon to give himself more space. The own moans of Lucifer accompanied the wet sounds of his ministrations, while Alastor breathing was slower. At some point his legs twitched around the monarch's head, his hips moving to rub against Lucifer's face.

He always assumed that was merely a biological response that was bound to happen no matter what. But even then, sometimes he couldn't get past a certain threshold and stayed there, the flame failing to cause the forestal fire that it was for other people. It didn't mean that he didn't enjoyed it or it was frustrating on any way. It was just the way things worked up for him, unless something else was added to the mix or Lucifer decided to dedicate a lot more imto into it.

Alastor wondered if he would do it, just to see what kind of results he could get. The entire night had a lot of hours and Lucifer's jaw never got sore, that much he knew already. But his husband seemed to be satisfied with a taste and lifted up, going at for his lips. Alastor tasted his own flavor inside and around Lucifer's mouth, musty with a hint of salt and still warm. He licked the curve of his smile, still not getting the appeal but enjoying that doing that to him was what Lucifer wanted. Maybe it was like with the drinking blood sometimes. Lucifer didn't understand either why he desired it so much and still there was a sense of pride in providing.

"Happy now?" teased Alastor lightly, brushing his fingers through the blonde hair as he heard a familiar sound of a zipper being opened up. Besides the hat that had fallen to the floor and his own jacket off, only that was about to change about his clothing. He arched an eyebrow at realizing it had to be intentional. "How properly dressed is the king for this ocassion."

"Oh, but you deserved it, babe" Lucifer lifted up his legs, caressing the thighs up and down as he got himself in position. Alastor could feel his insides preparing for it, his hands landing on the knees of the king as he fell back on the bed. "Only the best for my loving husband."

Alastor grinned. He walked right into that one.

"You got a new husband I don't know about?"

Lucifer snorted, murmuring a playful shut the fuck up as he kissed him again. This time Lucifer's tongue came on his search, the long and thin guest wrapping around his tongue until Alastor had to grab the king's face to follow the movement. His own moans reached a high pitch tone when the king penetrated inside with a single hip thrust. It always felt a bit weird at first, but never painful or unwelcome. Alastor wrapped his legs around the monarch's waist, his ankle brushing against Lucifer's bottom as he looked up at him bitting his lips, giving him a moment to process.

"I am fine" assured him, kissing his cheeks on his way to nibble at his pointy ear. He smelled wonderfully familiar, a tinge of sweet soft comfort underneath his cologne, and somehow that made it easier to relax, becoming even more aware of how much space Lucifer was occupying inside. Never another demon was on his same position and never another would be, as long he had a say on it. A long time ago he had decided that it had to be Lucifer or no one else. "My love" whispered, hugging him close until his naked chest was pressing against the stripped vest and, alright, maybe he could understand that a little better. Only his king could ever make him enjoy that feeling of vulnerability, of not having any defenses left. "Move. Use me. That hole exist only for you."

It wasn't just dirty talk either, it was the entire truth. On his own he very rarely had the inclination to touch himself, so the only time it became relevant or pleasurable at all was with Lucifer's intervention and he wouldn't even want it any other way.

His husband exhaled air, a puff of fire coming up close to his face, and his eyes shined with such open adoration that Alastor was caught on it like a deer on the lights. It was almost too intense to whistand.

“Fuck, I love you so much.”

Thankfully Lucifer didn't let him dwell on it before he came to kiss him again, his tongue still so impossibly hot that it could burn through ice. It reminded him of the way Lucifer would prepare his coffee each morning, almost to the point of boiling, the perfect hit to start the day. Alastor let out a tiny whine before he could catch it himself and Lucifer drank it as well, refusing to let go anything that came from him.

Lucifer supported his weight over his forearm. Knowing what came next Alastor grabbed to the back of the king, his claws burying themselves on the fabric as if he needed to hold on already. When the king of hell started moving his hips, it was first strong and decisive but he picked up his rhythm rather easily. The creak of their bed accompanied the pressure against his body.

Alastor hold on to the headboard with one hand, the other one grabbing as deep as he could, knowing that nothing he could do could ever hurt truly hurt Lucifer. Or mark him, regrettably so.

From such a privilege position, he could see every aspect of his husband: from the way his horn came out from above his forehead, the golden blush that spread over his face, the way his eyes wrinkled, not for the effort of keep going but from not going too far. They knew their bodies well enough that Lucifer knew exactly how much strenght he needed and how much Alastor could stand before leaving all his muscle sore for the next day. He could bash his head in, crush his spine, destroy his pelvis, without even trying to, and yet, Alastor never felt scared of not even once.

In a secret space of his mind, where he wasn't willing to speak of it, he almost wanted him to do it. To snap completely and show him the kind of monster he could actually be, to give him a taste of what a unrestrained Lucifer could be. It had to be so hard to control himself so much even then, when he should be able to just enjoy himself. But he wouldn't be able to survive it and Lucifer would never want to subject him to it. On that space of his mind, he allowed himself to be annoyed at the limitations of his own body.

Outside of it, he brought Lucifer down by pushing his head and his mouth burned, little cloud of smoke coming out between them even as their saliva joined them, as if they shared a cigarrete. Alastor never picked such a disgusting habit, but still had his fun blowing the smoke back to his husband's face with a cheeky smirk.

"You can do better than that, my love."

That only seemed to stir Lucifer, exactly as he hoped so. With a vibrating low growl, Lucifer picked up both the radio demon's legs to press against his chest until his shoulders connected with his knees. His back also curved up as Lucifer got into a new position, allowing him to let his weight add onto his thrusts. Alastor had prepared another comment, always willing to poke at the bear, but Lucifer must have read it on his face because he immediately grabbed to his chin, giving him such a kiss that he could forget about it.

Normally it wasn't going to be that easy, but soon Alastor realized that Lucifer had no intention of give him the chance. The grip of him was just as relentless as the tongue moving against his, far longer, literally wrapping itself like a boa so Alastor was fully incapable of doing anything else but wordless noises. Lucifer still had enough space to smile victorious.

Alastor squinted his eyes. Oh, so that is how it was going to be? If Lucifer was willing to pull his weapons like that, then by all means he had no issue going to his same level. He took his hands to the low part of Lucifer's back as he squeezed him inside, mercilessly, as much as he could. He kept at it even as Lucifer kept moving in and out, until the king of hell let out his tongue to moan another puff of fire.

The radio demon chuckled, licking the beads of sweat off his husband's face, nuzzling him with his nose to breath him in. This was a different kind of effort already. The way his breathing had changed as he hold up the pressure on his body was something he recognized.

"Are you holding up for me, darling?" asked, sultry, kissing the corner of his mouth. One eye of Lucifer looked up, the other closed, his hips going even faster now. Alastor felt his legs weak and knew he had found his threshold. Still, he did his best to keep talking as coherently as he could between intakes of new air. "That is right, my king. Do make use of the gift you gave to me and don't worry about a thing. Fill me up like you clearly are dying to do."

"Shut up" Lucifer's deep growl came back, his pupils becoming thin like a cat's as he came closer to his full demon form.

Alastor did without intending to, something inside of him shivering, making him squeeze his interior again. Seeing those traces again reminded him to when he saw him, only on the few ocassions Lucifer felt the need to fight, to protect and guard what he cared about. It reminded him when he finally understood what falling in love was like and his whole body hold to his husband. Lucifer wrapped his arms and tail around his middle, as tight that it was almost suffocating.

The bite on the sinner's shoulder announced the climax of his king. Alastor felt the familiar breaking of his skin and the almost apologetic lick as Lucifer's slowly came down his own high. His horn retracted as his body started to relax again. Alastor nuzzled the crown of blonde hair, petting the back of his hair as he heard the breathing of Lucifer normalize against him.

After some while, Lucifer moved ever so slightly to pull out and immediately clean the two of them out with a snap of his fingers.

"See? Wasn't that nice?" asked Alastor, perking up.

His own heart beat was sounding on his ears as the flow of his blood came back where it should be, but other than that he felt rather good with himself.

Lucifer smiled with a goofy relaxed expression. His chin rested on top of the radio demon's chest as his tail lazily moved from side to side.

"You are always… fucking amazing for me, baby" said the king, after thinking it over. With a new snap of fingers, his own suit was gone off his body, replaced with nothing else but some boxers. Alastor sighed with relief that he had put some underwear on him too. Once done that, Lucifer climbed at the level of the pillow to speak to him, his hand still over his stomach. "How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?" Lucifer inspected him quickly and cringed at seeing his shoulder. "Oh, fuck, I went overboard there."

Alastor almost asked him to leave the bite be, but Lucifer had already applied his warmth palm there and the healing magic was always too relaxing to refuse, like some nice massage that made any tension he didn't know he had melt away like it never existed. Who needed a spa day when they had such a power at hand.

"Sorry" The eyebrows of Lucifer inclined at the end of his eyes.

"My dear, I had way worse wounds than that" sighed Alastor, bringing him over to kiss his lips, only finding the fainstest of traces of his own blood over his lips. Lucifer had even give him way worse than that before, with his full enthusiastic consent. When they separated, he kept his fingers playing with the blonde hair. "Why do you even apologize? You know I have no issue with that kind of gestures from you."

"Yeah" admitted Lucifer, blushing as he avoided his eyes. "But tomorrow you really shouldn't be dealing with that and on top of that everything else. Does anything else hurt?"

Alastor shook his head. Maybe on the morning his lower back was going to be a bit stiff, but it wouldn't last long.

"I feel perfectly fine" assured, running his claws over the spine of Lucifer. "It was… acceptable" added with a grin. "Not a waste of time at all. Would do it again."

Lucifer chuckled softly, accomodating at his side as he magically made the covers to be on top of them instead of under.

"I aim to give acceptable results" said Lucifer, nuzzling his shoulder as he hugged him under the warm of the sheets. "Are you sure you really don't want me to do anything else, babe?"

"Just sleep" Alastor spoke against his forehead, pressing his lips there. "And wake me up before you go back home."

Lucifer nodded, his arm attractive the other demon's body closer to him. Now that they were in agreement, Alastor turned on his side, allowing the king to press chest against back. He had no idea how did they ever decided that was going to be their positions in bed, but couldn't say that he regretted it as he locked fingers with Lucifer over his waist. It was nice to feel hold onto. A secret that he would paint the world red into before ever saying outloud.

Lucifer hummed tiredly, leaving a kiss on the space between his shoulder blade. When he murmured a tiny I love you, Alastor squeezed his hand before answering me too. They were both gone soon after.

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Alastor woke up seeing the familiar red flow of the morning through his windows, very well rested and ready to face the day. But as soon he started to stretched out his legs under the covers, he noticed Lucifer's erection pressing against his lower back. He turned his head to look the sleeping face of his husband, perfectly relaxed, perfectly beatiful as his hips moved unconsciously in search of friction.

Alastor considered just wake him there and then. Today was extermination day and Lucifer couldn't stay much longer. He himself had to make sure that everything was set up to receive the exorcists, to keep Charlie safe. A busy day awaited them. It would be the most logical action to alert Lucifer so at least they could share a cup of coffee and Charlie had a chance to hug her father. It was the responsible thing to do even.

And yet, he still reached his hand to grip his husband from behind and give it a firm squeeze through the underwear. One last moment of fun couldn't really hurt anyone. Charlie would hug her father when all the extermination nonsense was over.

As he let his hand work, knowing to keep a steady rythm, Lucifer's hips moved to find him. Alastor found the vision too fascinating to move his eyes off him. Just as the monarch's breathing started to hitch, Lucifer's brow furrowed until he was fully awake, blinking slowly as he took in what was happening.

"Good morning, my love" Alastor sang, chuckling at his adorably lost expression.

"Nice morning" Lucifer yawned as his hand took a grip on his waist, caressing his thighs in circles. Alastor twisted his wrist, his pinkie and palm making the most pressure around the head. Lucifer sighed. "Did I ever told you are the best thing ever?"

"You could do it more" Alastor smiled, never one to reject compliments. "Want to go inside?" offered casually.

"Do you mind?"

"It's fine" he pressed his bottom back against his husband, letting his tail to brush against Lucifer's stomach. "Where?"

Lucifer kissed his shoulder.

"Ass."

Alastor hummed affirmatively, lifting his hips for a moment to let his husband to move his red boxers to his thighs.

A small surge of magic told him that Lucifer had already made appear the lubricant and he was proven right when he heard the wet sounds of Lucifer drenching himself on it, all before positionig as he spread Alastor open. The radio demon relaxed his body as he felt his husband coming in. It was different than what they did last night, the pressure was even more notorious that way, but there was no pain either as Lucifer buried himself entirely.

For one single second neither of them moved. Alastor lowered his head, a small exhale seemingly being the go ahead that Lucifer needed to start moving. It wasn't the same fierce hungry need, but rather something slow and calm that was going to stretch out the moment for as long as he could. There was no rush whatsoever.

Alastor buried his face on his pillow, one of his hand gripping Lucifer's one holding him, as if to bury his own moans. His body was suffering small shocks every time that Lucifer almost pulled out, only to join to him as deep as he could go.

"You are such a good deer boy for me, sweetheart" whispered Lucifer, leaving butterfly kisses along his neck. Alastor's jaw tensed up when the devil started nibling on his shoulder. "So tight and warm for your king. No other in any of the nine circles of hell can compare, babe. Do you even know crazy I am about you?"

Alastor opened up his mouth to give a witty retort, but when all that came out with a moan he closed it again, covering it with his hand. Last night he had managed to keep control so well, but now he could feel himself trembling with each thrust and his back arching further on that direction.

"Every part of this body is so fucking perfect" murmured Lucifer, his ow voice getting heavier, his grunt interrupting the flow of his words. "Fuck. What did I ever do to deserve such a fine demon like you? You don't know?"

Alastor shook his head, either as an answer or to refuse himself let out the whine that he knew was waiting to escape him. The most mortifying part is that he knew that Lucifer wasn't even really trying to cause any of that now. The king's hand was firmly keeping him in place while the other was trapped underneath the pillow. He was just doing what Alastor allowed him to do and still, he couldn't help to crumble at the slow burn that was increasing inside of him. His toes curled up as he grabbed the sheets with all his might.

"No matter because this is mine, isn't it?" Lucifer's just woke up voice was deeper than usual and that made it so much worse. "Everything here is mine. All mine, isn't it, Alastor?"

"Mmm" Alastor had no idea what he wanted to say with that.

An affirmation, a protest against his own body, a question, a silent beg for a mercy.

He frowned with quiet frustration and effort. It wasn't fair that Lucifer could still talk while he couldn't think what words were supposed to be. Why did his proximity alone was making him so sensitive?

Lucifer haven't realized yet the effect he was having. He the space between his shoulder blades the closer he was to finish, speeding up his movements.

"I love you so…" Lucifer's words cut up when Alastor suddenly threw his head back, hitting him on the forehead as a loud moan filled their room.

Alastor's whole body tensed up, his chest struggling to catch up with his heartbeat. When he came back a little bit of his high, he suddenly realized what had happened.

"Did you just… ?" Lucifer sounded just as surprised as him.

"No" answered Alastor, too quickly to come out naturally.

"Are you blushing?" Lucifer teasing smile translated over his voice so clearly he didn't have to see him to know it was there. "Fuck, that is so cute."

"Can you just finish already?" Alastor stubbornly buried his warm face on the pillow.

Lucifer chuckled, lifting himself up over his forearm to kiss his cheek.

"I kinda did with you" commented, hugging him by his chest and squeezing him close. Alastor tried and failed to contain a shiver when the king petted him between his antlers, his head instantly inclining towards him. The pressure of Lucifer's fingers slowly got Alastor to relax again, a tiny squeak escaping him. "There we go. Better?"

Alastor sighed, turning to see him. He lifted a hand to cup his cheek and Lucifer smiled, turning slightly to kiss his palm.

"It's okay, you didn't hurt me" commented Lucifer. When he pulled out of Alastor to clean the two of them and pulled up their boxers again, Alastor was grateful that he didn't comment on the way his body trembled or how he couldn't really hurt him that easily. "Hungry?"

Before Alastor could say that he was always hungry, a knocking on the door shocked the two of them. Instead of the voice of Charlie, the visitor that would make the most sense, Angel Dust spoke up.

"Short king? Or Smiley face, I don't know, any of you is there? I need to talk to you about something."

Lucifer and Alastor looked at each other.

"Which one is that?" asked Lucifer in a whisper.

He still haven't fully attached everyone's voices to their faces or names.

"Angel Dust, love."

"Ah, right."

When Angel Dust knocked again, Lucifer decided to came out, making a pajama appear over his body just as Alastor jumped out of bed to go at his bathroom. Lucifer opened up just enough to see the tall spider demon standing on the hallway.

"Hey…" Angel Dust stopped for a moment, taking a second look at him. "Oh, shit, did I interrupt something?" Lucifer was almost actually impressed. How the fuck would he know? Was that a spider six sense? Without waiting for a response, Angel shook his head. " Whatever, no important right now. Listen, I forgot about telling you this yesterday and that is my fault, but since you were taking valuables to the palace, can I ask you to take one last thing? That way I won't have to think about it the rest of the day."

"Uh… sure" said Lucifer. It didn't cost him anything at all to portal one more thing. There was plenty of space in the palace for almost anything he could have. "What is it?"

"Him" Angel inclined on the floor and only then did Lucifer noticed that he had a leash on his lower hand. A leash attached to a small demon pig with a pink collar that the spider demon picked up. "This is Fat Nuggets. He is the most important thing I have. Can you really keep him safe until this whole ordeal is over?"

"Awww!" It was the first time that Lucifer had seen the little creature and he was instantly conquered by his cuteness. Who could resist those soft black eyes? "Of course! But aren't you a precious little guy? Yes, you are! Yes, you are! Precious little cutie patootie with his chubby cutie legs and cute little tail!" he cooed, unabled to stop himself as he petted the small animal, holding his front legs to play with them.

Far from being shy with an stranger, Fat Nuggets gave his hand a tiny lick and Lucifer made a high pitch nose. To be recognized like that by a tiny adorable animal was one of the highest honors one could aspire to.

"I will defend Fat Nuggets with my life" swore the king solemnly.

All pretense of seriousness was quickly gone when Angel put the pig on his arms and he giggled happily, holding him close.

"He is a really good boy" added Angel. "Just give him something soft to sleep on and some snack and he won't cause you any trouble. He can eat anything, and I mean anything, so whatever you give him is fine."

"Don't worry, he will have plenty of food and space to run around in the palace!" said Lucifer, nuzzling the creature against his face. "And once the extermination is done for, I will bring him back to you!"

Angel's eyes darkened for a moment, but whatever thought crossed his mind was quickly replaced with a resolute nod.

"Yeah, I know. Thanks… your Majesty" Angel inclined to give his pet a kiss on his head and winked an eye to the king. "I will let you get back to your stuff."

"Oh, it's okay, we just finished anyway" commented Lucifer, completely missing the way that Angel turned around and cutting his attempt to find out more as he closed the door back inside.

Only when he closed the door did he realized what he said and groaned. Alastor wasn't about to give him a chance to dwell on it, materializing at his side fully dressed already. Nobody would guess what he had done just a few minutes ago.

"Oh! Did you bring some bacon to me, my love?"

Lucifer gasped, escandalized. He hugged Fat Nuggets against him, covering his ears to protect him from such an offending comment.

"We are not eating someone's pet! An owner you can if they suck, not the pet! They are too innocent for this world" cooed, petting Fat Nuggest's head. "I have to take this little buddy on the palace to keep him safe of the shitty birds."

"I heard about it" Alastor said with a grin.

"Of course you did" Lucifer rolled his eyes. He smiled down to the little piggy. "He will keep me company while I wait news from everyone."

Alastor nodded. It was going to be the first extermination in a long while that they didn't spend together. Considering that alone, Lucifer was already taking it better than he expected it. Something to distract himself with was probably going to be the best thing.

"Do you have time for breakfast, darling? Charlie will also want to see you."

"Sure" Lucifer smiled and pulled on his bowtie down without making a lot of force, a suggestion for Alastor to bend down that he accepted to follow. The devil kissed his cheek. "Kill as much as you can for me, babe."