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astraystayyh · 9 months

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Say yes to heaven

hyunjin x reader. seven minutes in heaven except you're heartbroken and hyunjin has a huge crush on you. angst and softness and slightly suggestive in the end.

cw: mention of drinking alcohol and cheating. reader has lipstick on.

part 2. say yes to me

Hyunjin's legs are aching from sitting crisscrossed for so long. The music reverberates loudly, bouncing off the walls in Changbin's house. You are all playing truth or dare, a gathering of twenty people or something. But he isn't keeping count of anyone around. His eyes are fixated on you.

You are downing your drink, nudging Chan's side so he'd pour you another shot. He understands why you feel the need to forget, to fog up your mind until the world around you blurs. Your ex Suho, the one you had just broken up with two weeks ago, is kissing someone else, right in front of you. Hyunjin doesn't care enough to see who it is, his heart clenching at the sight of the tears brimming in your eyes.

You are hurt, rightfully so. Hyunjin never understood why you've ever dated Suho. He never cherished you, never treated you the way you were deserving of. Because you were beautiful, so beautiful it rendered Hyunjin putty in your hands. Though that was merely the surface of everything captivating about you.

The bottle is spined again, and Hyunjin's breath catches when it lands on him... Then you.

"Seven minutes in heaven!" Changbin shouts and you roll your eyes, before standing up and heading first into the closet. Hyunjin follows closely behind.

He closes the door, plunging you both into pitch darkness. Your hands find his arms suddenly, gripping them tightly.

"You okay?" he asks, concern dripping from his tone.

"It's really dark," you whisper, and Hyunjin's brows furrow further.

"We should leave," he suggests, moving to open the door but you pull him back. "No, no. Let's stay."

"But you're scared."

"It's okay. You're here."

"Is this about Suho?" Hyunjin asks tentatively, after a few silent beats, and he can hear you suck in a deep breath. He knows he just hit a sensitive chord.

"Yes."

One.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," he whispers, placing a reassuring hand on your back.

"Save it. I won't make out with you," you reply, sudden anger lacing your words. Hyunjin understands it's just your walls being put up so he wouldn't dare peek behind them.

"I know," he says softly, and your hold on his white shirt tightens. You're both so close, his chest is almost pressed to yours. Can you hear how wildly his heart is beating?

"Fuck, I'm sorry Hyune," the nickname slips from your mouth, sweet and familiar. He missed hearing it. Missed what you had before Suho came into the picture. "I'm just really really hurt," you admit, tears glistening in your eyes.

"Do you want me to fight him? You know I would," he tries to keep his tone soft even though raw anger simmers within him.

"You don't even know what he did," you chuckle weakly and he shakes his head. "He made you cry. That's enough for me."

Two.

You stay silent, but your forehead rests on his chest, as slight tremors shake your body. Your wound was still so fresh, and seeing Suho tonight only made matters worse. But Hyunjin's body is warm, and his arms tightening around you feel safe. You think you can face your ex again if he's by your side.

"Please don't cry," he says, hands reaching up to smooth down your hair, as his chin rests atop your head. He's so gentle with you, so sweet, more than Suho has ever been in your relationship.

"I'm sorry, this isn't what you signed up for," you apologize, but you can't find it in you to pull away. Instead, you wrap your arms around his waist, drawing him nearer to you.

"It's okay. This is nicer." You can't see him, but you can hear the smile in his voice. His smile is always so pretty, and his perfume is making you dizzy. You've drunk too much.

Three.

"How have you been?" you ask, fingers drumming gently along his back. Hyunjin doesn't know how he managed to speak normally to you up until now. Not when you've intoxicated him, when all he could feel in this cramped up space was you.

"Good," he finally manages to say. "And you?"

"I'm good. I missed you," you admit, and his heart seems to pause within his chest.

"You're drunk," he dryly chuckles but you shake your head against his chest. "I know what I'm saying. I'm sorry for taking my distance these past few months. The truth is... I didn't have enough energy to be a good friend, it was draining me to deal with Suho."

"Don't apologize. There is nothing to forgive."

"You promise me?"

"I promise."

Four.

You're full-on hugging now, arms tightly intertwined around one another, and hyunjin thinks this is his heaven- to bury his head in your hair, to smell the sweet scent of your shampoo.

"You smell nice," you mumble, cheek resting right across his chest. "Why is your heart beating so loud, Hyunjin?" you ask curiously, eyes closed.

Hyunjin thinks if he stays silent enough, then you'll forget you've ever asked. Because he can't bring himself to lie to you.

"You smell nice too," he settles on saying. "You look really pretty too."

"Thank you, Hyune." That damned nickname again. "I think... I think you're making my heart beat faster too," you mumble and Hyunjin shuts his eyes closed. You are killing him, stabbing him, and twisting the knife deeper inside his heart. And he's allowing it because it's you.

Five.

"Why do you think he cheated on me?" you ask, voice barely audible, and Hyunjin has to try his best not to storm out right now. He had guessed it was bad, but not this horrible.

"Don't. Don't ever think it was your fault. It wasn't. It could never be. It was his," he speaks the words firmly as if trying to drill them into your mind, erasing every wrong belief you held about yourself.

"Do you mean it?"

"I do," he leans away, cradling your face between his hands. He's so gentle. his voice and his touch and his existence. How could one be so gentle to you?

"You are everything someone would ever dream of. If I were him I would..." he cuts himself off, before saying something stupid; something that would tip the scale of your friendship.

"Finish it, finish what you were saying," you plead, voice shaky and he can't find it in himself to say no.

"If I were him, I would never let go of you. I'd do everything, anything to make myself worthy of you, of your love."

Six.

"Can I try something?" you ask tentatively, and Hyunjin feels as if the world stopped spinning around him. The outside world doesn't exist anymore, all he knows is you.

"Yes," he whispers, voice raspy, and you nod. Your shaky hands reach up to trace his face, cupping his cheeks gently. You're standing on your tippy toes, and Hyunjin can feel your breath fanning over his skin, feel goosebumps burst across his body. And then, the most tender kiss, placed on his cheek.

Your lips linger, pressing into his skin and marking it up for eternity. His hands find your sides, they're trembling, but they're warm and they feel nice to you.

You gulp, before kissing his cheek again. And then, you trail down, your lips finding the corner of his mouth. Hyunjin's knees buckle underneath him. It's too much, colorful dots cloud his vision and he hasn't even drunk anything.

Your hand curls around the nape of his hair, and then you brush your lips against his neck, slowly, deliberately, as if testing the ways in which you could drive him insane. You've succeeded, he wants to say. He's yours to do anything you want with.

Seven.

"Time's up!" Changbin's loud voice rings outside of the closet, and it snaps you both out of your haze. You stumble back, fingers brushing tentatively across your lips. It feels as if your entire body is on fire, even though your kisses were innocent, tentative. But you're feeling more than you've ever did with Suho.

"Hyunjin, I-" The door pulls open, sudden light flooding your vision. You can finally see the evidence of your kisses- crimson imprints on his cheek, trailing down his neck, giving way to a flushed chest. He's so pretty. And you've marked him up for everybody to see.

"We'll talk later, okay?" Hyunjin smiles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Okay."

Seven minutes felt like seven lifetimes for Hyunjin. And he'd live them all with you, love you in each if you'd let him. He'd do anything so you'd let him.

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part two

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atimeofyourlife · 9 months

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Steve being the one who is actually a fountain of queer knowledge because he has a gay uncle in San Francisco or New York, one of the cities that had the biggest queer communities.

Robin not having much information because she's a closeted teenage lesbian who can't drive, so she has nowhere to source that information without raising the suspicions of her parents.

Eddie doesn't have the chance because he can't afford to spend weekends in Indianapolis or Chicago, because weekends mean parties, and parties are one of the best times to deal. He might go occasionally, but just hitting up a bar to find a dude to hook up with, not getting into queer theory because he doesn't really care to. He doesn't bother to learn about hanky code or anything else, because he's not interested. All he's interested in is getting a little action.

But Steve? He spent a lot of time with his uncle, Hank, while growing up. Anytime his family was in the area, they would stay with Hank. Sure, Steve's parents would try to explain his partner, Joe, as a friend or a roommate, but Steve always knew. He could see how in love they were, even more than his parents.

It became normal for him. He heard the words that other people would throw around, how they would talk about how dangerous, how disgusting two men together was. But he couldn't understand why people thought so badly about it. Because Hank and Joe were so happy together and they weren't hurting anyone.

When he was twelve, they were the first people he told when he had the conflicting feelings of having a crush on a pretty girl named Annika in the grade above, but also really wanting to kiss Tommy every time the other boy laughed at one of his jokes. Joe and Hank just listened to him, then taught him about bisexuality. That it was perfectly normal to like both. They gave him gentle warnings, that he would have to be careful because people were cruel.

And because his parents had left him with them for a couple of weeks, they took advantage of it to introduce Steve to other people. They took him to a tiny queer bookshop that was run by a friend of theirs, giving him a space to learn in safety. Because of them, he met people of so many different orientations lesbians, bisexuals, gay men. Self-proclaimed dykes and faggots. Transexuals, men who were once women and women who were once men¹ and people that pushed the boundaries of gender entirely. He felt in awe of all these people, but also loved and accepted by everyone he met.

A few years later, the summer of '82, age 15 and between freshman and sophomore year, he was sat down for a more serious conversation. The day after he arrived, Hank and Joe sat him down for a serious talk about safe sex, in way more detail than what he got from his parents, which was just a pack of condoms appearing in his bathroom on his fifteenth birthday, with a note saying to use them so he wouldn't get a girl pregnant. The talk emphasized the need for a barrier during any type of sex, and brought up the very real risk of GRID, which had yet to be renamed AIDS², to point out why he had to be incredibly careful with everyone he had sex with. But they also made a point to reassure him that they were both okay, that he didn't have to worry about them. They made sure that he knew that they were always there for him, just a phone call away if he ever had any concerns or questions.

A year later, at 16, they decided he was ready for more information. They provided him with pamphlets and zines, covering everything from rights movements to AIDS to secret codes. He took an interest in the hanky code, but felt a little intimidated about what some of the colors meant. They also provided him with a fake id that declared that he was twenty one and that his name was Mark. While he was staying with them, he joined them out in the community. Meeting the people affected by AIDS, learning about the real effects of it and not just the few scare stories that were breaking through on the news. Hearing more stories of lived life, getting a better understanding of the people around him.

Just a few months later, November '83. When everything went to shit. Steve was terrified when he saw the photos Jonathan had taken from outside his house and developed in the school dark room. He couldn't help getting stuck on the what if? What if it wasn't Nancy he had in his room? What if it had been that night when he and Tommy got a little too drunk and kissed each other? What if he'd finally got the nerve to bring a guy home? His life could have been destroyed in seconds by an asshole being a creep.

He became more on guard, scared that at any point someone could be taking photos in his backyard. Then seeing Jonathan with Nancy in her room, it pushed him further. With the fight the next day, he just wanted to make his words hurt. He dug deep and threw out accusations that he'd never wanted to say. Allowing his anger and fear to take over. The moment the word queer left his mouth, he felt an uneasy sense of regret. Accusing someone else of being what he was, as if it was a bad thing.

After it was all over, the details were shared, the cover stories were given, the paperwork declaring that nothing had happened had been signed, Steve felt lost and alone. Even after apologizing, he still felt dirty for calling Jonathan queer. After a few days, he breaks and calls Hank and Joe, and tells them, well not everything, but what he can. The photos, the camera, the fight. What he said to Jonathan. They understood his anger and his fear. They disagreed with his choice of words, but told him that if he'd apologized and meant it, and it had been accepted, there was no point in him continuing to beat himself up about it. That he couldn't change the past, but he had to try and be better in the future.

The following summer, 1984, he joined them with a new hatred and fear of the government. He felt safer with them, not feeling like he was looking over his shoulder all the time. But he was also so worried, what if the Upside Down came back when he wasn't there to help. He threw himself into helping others, knowing there were so many ways that the government was willing to screw over citizens. Wanting to do the little he could when he could. It brought him some peace of mind, being able to do something.

After Starcourt, after getting discharged from the hospital, Steve confides in Robin. He tells her about Hank and Joe. About how much he'd learnt from them. He tells her that he's bisexual, a word she was unfamiliar with, but she embraces him anyway. He spins a story of all the different people he'd met, people that proved it could be okay for people like them.

It formed an even deeper bond between them, a shared understanding that they couldn't find in anyone else their age. They share secrets about crushes, about realizations. Judging how attractive customers are together once they got the jobs at Family Video. Steve showed Robin the zines, helping her pick up more pieces of information, about how many others there were out there.

Steve clocked Vickie pretty quickly, almost certain she was bisexual like he was. Robin struggled to believe him, not wanting to get her hopes up, or to risk getting hurt.

When Eddie crashed into their lives during the spring break from hell, Steve found himself falling hard and fast. He'd noticed the black bandana Eddie wore tucked into his back left pocket, and wanted it. He had never considered being into s&m, but would be willing to take anything Eddie gave him.

He tried to bring it up subtly to Eddie, only to be met with confusion. Even trying less subtle ways of questioning it, Eddie still didn't seem to get it. Steve had to ask if he was flagging, and Eddie responded by asking what flagging was. Steve felt mortified, and stuttered about it being a code, and he thought Eddie was gay. Eddie assured him that he was gay, but still had no clue what Steve was talking about with flagging.

Steve showed Eddie the zines as well, going through all the different colors of the hanky code. Eddie got a little embarrassed when he realized what he'd been signalling, but some of the interactions he'd had with guys the few times he'd been to a gay bar made a lot more sense.

It took a few more days after that for Eddie to realize what Steve had been getting at by bringing up him flagging. There was another awkward, and slightly embarrassing conversation to confirm that yes, they were into each other, and no, neither of them were actually into s&m.

(And of course, Hank and Joe got a kick out of the story when they were the first ones Steve told, other than Robin.)

¹I wrote it this way, as it would have been a way that twelve year old could understand different gender identities in 1979. Different language and terminology was used. I believe that it is up to individual trans people for how they describe and consider themselves pre and post coming out and transition, as it is a very personal thing. I'm non-binary and I consider anything about myself under the age of 17 to be a girl, because that's how I identified at that time. ²(AIDS was known by a bunch of different names, some less kind than others, including GRID [Gay-related immune deficiency] and 4H disease [Heroin users, homosexuals, hemophiliacs and Haitians], until the summer of 1982. The name AIDS was proposed on July 27th 1982, and came into use by the CDC in September of that year. The term HIV came into use in 1986.)

This was supposed to be a quick little headcanon, and it ended up taking me nearly a month to write 1.5k words. And I now want to write so many parts about Steve with his relationship to Hank and Joe. They're the gay uncles everyone deserves.

#steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #platonic stobin #steddie #pre steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #atimeofyourwrites

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yanderenightmare · 6 months

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Bakugou Katsuki

TW: noncon hinting, yandere, captive darling

gn reader

Thinking about a yandere Bakugou who wants you to be settled and willing before forcing you into doing anything intimate.

You’re so soft; how could he do anything but treat you like a bunny he’s just brought home from the pet store?

He feels so bad for you – poor thing, you’re so terribly scared of him, you can barely stand upright when he’s close. Regarding him with terror-wide eyes full of tears, looking at him as though he’s going to tear you limb from limb. Always secluding yourself to the farthest end of your room when you hear his heavy steps outside your door – only picking at your food when he drops it off. All teary prayers laced with unsteadiness, begging him to let you go, promising him that you won’t tell anyone, crying that you just want to go home.

Days pass, and still, you’re no closer to settling. Insisting on wearing the clothes he took you in despite all the pretty articles overfilling your closet – keeping your distance those times he crosses the threshold to check on you – declining all his advances when he invites you to eat dinner with him.

You’re just too scared of him. That’s the problem – you don’t understand that he isn’t going to hurt you, you don’t understand how he feels.

Maybe it was wrong not to show you from the start after all…

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solittles · 2 years

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#sometomes it hurts a lot that im not in the right place to convert #i want to. like _want_ so bad #but im so fucking scared because im so fucking mentally ill and a part of that mental illness is about rejection #im so scared of being rejected.. fuck!#and i have no one to talk to about this #no one understands how much this hurts me #im tired constantly - i go to school and then i come home and maybe watch a lets play. that's all i can do energy wise #i don't yet have the energy to study and begin my conversion!#because that requires me talking to other people #and socialisation is so painful to me. like legit so fucking painful i feel like im dying because im so scared of being rejected #im so scared of others judging me #i want to be in a jewish space where trans and queerness is accepted #where i'm seen for my mental illness #but then there's the thing 1) i live on the swedish country side. idk if i have any practicing jews who also are lgbtq friendly here #2) my dad is a protestant priest with religious trauma. and he wants me to be a protestant so bad. and ive already disappointed him #so i don't dare to tell my parents about the want to convert #im in a religious closet and i have no one to talk to #i dont know what to do.#i feel so wrong for having thought about this for years and really wanting to! but i can't! i haven't been able to #im so SCARED of everything #i just want to have a safe space where i can approach g-d in peace . i want to feel at peace

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tojipie · 5 months

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nurse geto my sweet <3

content: fluff, established relationship, can be read as fem or gn reader, angst, hurt/comfort

nurse geto whose shoulders stretch out the starchy blue material of his scrubs. whose shaggy hair cascades out of the front of his bun and over his forehead after a long shift.

whose happy trail peeks over his waistband just the slightest bit whenever you catch him stretching. smiling for his patients even though his permanent eyebags that stretch back to medical school offset his cheery demeanor.

nurse geto who has cute little charms fastened in the holes of the crocs he wears to work, little logos of his favorite bands. a “g” for himself, right next to your matching initial.

who keeps his wedding ring off due to sanitation restrictions, but always on his person so he can wear it as soon as his shift is over. who spends each and every lunch break with you, shit-talking the doctors and their pompous attitudes.

suguru loves the little ones. the sweet babies coming in for their annual checkups, the newborns in need of warm sink baths, and the tiny cherubs scared to get their first-ever flu shot.

the kids love him just as much, running to wrap their little bodies around his leg when it’s time to go, babbling out a “bye-bye mister” as their moms lead them by the hand out of the exam room.

suguru so badly wants to be a father. wants to spend the rest of his life protecting the sweet souls that come into his care. you don’t quite understand until the day he comes to you after one of his sweet little patients calls him “papa,” locking the both of you in a spare linen closet and sobbing into your neck for a good hour.

suguru is a kind man, an even better healthcare worker. but he gets attached too easily.

you tell him it’s okay, that there’s nothing wrong with having love for the little ones during their time at the hospital. you’ve had your fair share of heartfelt moments with the babies too, longing for them to stay just a little bit longer after their last checkup for the year.

he can’t help how big his heart is or how deeply he wishes to share it with a family of his own, how happy he looks every time a freshly born angel wraps their wrinkly hand around his finger.

geto suguru was born to be an amazing father, and you can’t wait to give that to him someday.

#geto suguru #nurse geto #geto x reader #geto x reader fluff #nurse suguru #getou suguru x reader #geto x gn reader #jjk suguru #suguru geto #jjk geto #geto imagines #geto drabble #suguru fluff

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 month

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Omg just because I feel like Carlos looks so grumpy but is sunshine inside

Mafia Carlos and you have been arrange married and he usually keeps his distance from you but one day you end up seeing him kill someone or see one of his men doing smth spooky and it scares you and he comforts you 🥹🥹

A/N: Fuck off, I love this

He was always so sweet to you, he was a little shy when it came to you but he was nothing but kind. After your marriage night, he slept on the couch in your shared room, he didn't want to force anything on you. He refused to be that man.

He made you pancakes and you just sat and watched him. You could tell he was watching your movements waiting for the moment you'd flinch of something, but never did. Honestly you craved his touch, he was warm and just seemed like he'd be great to cuddle with.

It made you smile behind your coffee and it's one of your favorite memories with him.

It's been four years of marriage and you two have slept together once in a while, and he started to sleep in the shared bed. It was slow strids and honestly you'd wait an eternity for him. He made you laugh, and taught you how to make his pancakes when you miss him, while he's gone for buisness trips.

"Carlos?" You roll over in bed, snuggling closer into his chest which has him humming. You giggle hearing his groggy voice as you place with his chest hairs. Something you started to do and noticed he loved, but he'd never admit that. "What's wrong amor?" His sleep tumbled voice making you warm. "One of your men called, needs you downstairs." You whisper his arms going tighter around you.

"Do they now?" He asks but doesn't even budge to get out of the bed. Not wanting to leave you in the bed. "Yes," Neither of you move out of the bed until loud knocking on your bedroom door has Carlos sighing. "I have to get up, amor," You whine, but remove your arms to allow him to get out of bed. You watch as your husband gets up and slides on some sweatpants.

He leans over his empty spot and place two kisses. One on your lips and the other on your wedding ring. "Be back," He whispers, and you nod.

You don't know how long time had passed, but you hear loud noises that has your body shocking you awake. "What the hell," You whisper, pulling at one of Carlos's shirts on and tiptoeing out of the bedroom. You hear the sound of angry Spanish be thrown around.

You were learning the language, but still had some trouble and with them speaking so fast it was even harder to understand it. You step halfway down the stairs and stop, seeing your husband and his men. You watch from the shadows as Carlos yells, something you've never seen from your goofy, soft-hearted husband.

You cover your mouth as you watch as he continues to yell and stops. Your heart stops as the sound of gunfire fills the house, and soon your scream. You don't wait to see the complete horror on Carlos's face hearing your scream as you slip and fall up the stairs and slamming the bedroom door.

"Fuck," He sighs and hands off the gun wiping the gunpowder off his hands. "Clean this up, and be gone in a hour." Carlos moves up the stairs and to your shared bedroom.

You hide in the closet, for some unusual reason you hide among Carlos's clothes, Carlos who loved making pancakes, who played with puppies, Carlos who was so sweet with babies it made you think of having a couple of your own.

The closet door opens and you tense until you see Carlos sit down slowly in front of you. "Amor, you know this is my job." He whispers, getting to your height. "It's different, seeing you actually do...that." You whisper hiding your face, Carlos moves closer to you where your knees touch.

"I'd never hurt you like that, you know that, yes? I would never allow someone to do that to you, with me around. I'd.....I'd handle it if they ever did." He whispers trying to comfort you somehow.

"I don't like it in the house," You whisper moving and placing your head on his shoulder. "Then it'll never happen in the house again," He promises meaning every word. "And, I don't want the kids around it either," Carlos can't help but smile, quickly masking it because he wanted nothing more than to have children with the woman he loves.

"Deal, now, come to bed." He whispers and you nod, but neither of you move, just basking in each other's silence in the closet.

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venuscrashed · 1 month

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I love the idea that MC can just bring their human logic into any situation especially with demons (obviously), like the blankets protecting them and stuff. So here’s some of the head cannons I have.

Mammon is the one to believe it the most with beel being the most supportive. You cannot tell me he’d scream and be paranoid once you tell him he can’t have his feet on the floor, during a horror movie otherwise he’ll get kidnapped.

Beel would be confused but supportive. “But demons aren’t like that.” He would turn off the lights for you so you don’t have to run upstairs or to you room. Just stands there like 🧍‍♂️and wait.

Levi knew about all this before hand with all the human movies he had watched. Would even go along with it to mess with Mammon. “Of course that’s true. Gosh, Stupid Mammon”

Satan doesn’t believe it but indulges it. Half because he finds it amusing and the other half because it annoys his brothers, especially Lucifer. “Why do you need all those blankets? Protection against demons? Haha, okay here’s more”

Belphie is done with it but still laughs. “Obviously that’s not true” but still is amused when his brothers are so confused and annoyed. Would even try to scare you. Would be behind you when the lights turn off, acting like the demon in the dark….wait

Asmo uses the logic in his posts. Takes a picture with you and captions it something like “feet off floor; no demons coming after us tonight” Would also indulge in it. “Lucifer aren’t you afraid the monster in the closet. Wait! Please look”

Lucifer is so done with your shenanigans. “No MC, there are no demons in your closet. Yes, I checked.” “No MC, no monsters will pull you during the movie” No MC, stop running after turning off the light.” “MC!!!!-“

Diavolo is so fascinated. Like “this is human logic” with stars in his eyes. Even laughs at it and apply it to everyday activities. “Yes, I know no demon will come after me but it’s safe to be safe” Tells it to important officials “my human came up with it. Isn’t it amazing.”

Simeon would quietly laugh. “You are quite the character” will use it in his story’s and all. Would absolutely oblige and humor you. Even brings extra blankets and maybe offer to be with you- has also offered to protect you from demons

Luke absolutely believes it. Protects you from any and every demon so you feel safe. Runs with you after turning off the lights. But never watched horror movies with you, he can’t take that. Has Simeon check his closet before going to bed now.

Soloman absolutely knows about these-maybe even started them. Would use them as a chance to flirt. “I can hold your hand while we run” puts more ideas into your head subtly. Does that laugh whenever the others don’t get it.

Barbatos just laughs and chuckles every time. Also a little bit hurt but knows it’s all for fun. “It hurts my heart that you think about us demons that way. May I change that?” Would tell story’s about scary demons he has met to indulge with your antics. “I once knew a demon who his in kids closet. He’s not doing the best now”

#obey me x you #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me x male reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #headcannons #x male reader #x male y/n #x reader #x ftm reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x female y/n #x female reader #venuscrashed

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delirious-donna · 2 months

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Bath Time Gone Wrong [Part One]

an: a huge thanks to @satorini for the prompt that produced this. Let's see if this goes anywhere... it sure has potential.

prompt: Your best friend lets you crash at her place over the spring break since you have nowhere else to go. Little did you know that it isn't actually her place. Instead, it belongs to a tall (grumpy) hot guy who finds you in his apartment–her brother.

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

warnings: none, SFW

Series Masterlist | Part Two

You couldn’t believe your luck. Not only was your friend clearly loaded, they had immaculate taste as well. All of this you might never have discovered if it hadn’t been for a miscommunication that left you with no place to stay over spring break.

It would be wrong to blame your parents for forgetting that you would be coming home for the two week break, instead arranging for the family home to be renovated whilst they cruised to goodness knows where, but you still felt that stab of disappointment and hurt in your gut. One phone call to confirm dates would have fixed that, but no, what was done was done.

Instead, you found yourself in a penthouse apartment that your friend from college said you could use as it was currently sitting empty. Those were Karin’s exact words, “Don’t worry about it, the place is empty anyways. May as well make the most of it!”

Whistling through your teeth, you did a slow 360 spin of the entranceway.

The moment your Uber had pulled up outside the building you had an inkling that the inside was going to be luxurious, and you were dead right. The penthouse apartment on the very top floor needed a code and a swipe of a keycard to access by elevator. Your fingers fumbled on the keypad in your nervous excitement, only blowing out a breath of relief when you began to move smoothly upward.

As the doors opened, you found that the apartment was almost entirely open plan with panoramic windows of the cityscape lining the length of the wall in front of you. “Well, fuck…”

The decor wasn’t quite minimalist, there were too many home comforts to allow for that, but everything was clean lines and muted colour palettes. The sprawling couch scattered with one too many throw pillows, a basket of neatly folded blankets of every type of thickness tucked into the corner and a lush potted plant with long spiky green leaves all added that homely touch that true minimalist apartments lacked.

It was spacious but oddly welcoming with a rich scent that permeated the air, French coffee and freshly baked bread. You wondered if there was perhaps a housekeeper or someone that stopped by every few days to keep the place ticking over.

That thought was how you found yourself exploring deeper into the apartment, searching for an occupied room or some sign of life. There were no noises to be heard, no telltale signs that a terrified housekeeper might pop out any moment and scare the bejeezus out of you. What you did find was several seemingly unused bedrooms in different colour schemes and what you assumed was the master bedroom.

What a sight.

The bed dominated the majority of the room, a thick grey duvet adorned with pillows and a turned down fleece lined blanket on top. What kind of luxury lifestyle did Karin live that she had this kind of place stashed away, unused?

Perhaps you should have peeked inside the closets or the walk-in wardrobe at the very least, but you were drawn like the proverbial moth to a flame by the enticing peek of an en-suite bathroom.

Dumping your small wheelie suitcase and hold-all by the bed, you scurried towards the pristine black and white marble decorated room. It was safe to say you were giggling like an idiot, hands clapping together at the generously sized tub and did it have jets too? Oh my gosh, it did!

In your pure unfiltered joy, you found some jasmine scented bubble bath tucked away behind the bathroom mirror, completely overlooking the men’s razor and bottle of expensive cologne that sat beside it.

A bath would be exactly the thing to begin your new adventure. You could soak, shave your legs, listen to some music and contemplate what you could get up to with your two weeks here. Oh, takeout! You could order something super decadent and pretend that this was actually your place for a little while.

The possibilities were endless.

You set your phone up in the bathroom, finding a favourite playlist and blasting the music louder than you would have done back home. No one would mind, you were alone and the noise surely wouldn’t filter to any of the apartments below.

This was going to be an amazing spring break, you could feel it.

Kento was tired. What was new?

A weary hand passed over his face as he examined his reflection in the elevator mirror. Has he always looked this tired? Maybe.

He exhaled as the doors opened into his apartment, but only two steps forward told him that something was not right. Nothing had been touched or moved in the living area or kitchen, yet an unfamiliar scent mingled with the one he was used to.

Slowly, he deposited his briefcase and shrugged out of his jacket to hang it in the closet by the front door. He kicked out of his too-tight shoes and two fingers loosened the knot of his tie whilst his frown deepened.

His home office was exactly as it should be. The same with his little gym studio. None of the unoccupied guest bedrooms were disturbed, including the one that Karin had long claimed as her own for when she visited once in a blue moon.

Had Karin decided to visit thinking that he’d be away on the business trip that was cancelled last minute? It would be just like her to do something like that, but he was certain she would have stayed away from his room—the master suite.

Now certain to find his baby sister, who was as far from being a baby than ever, somewhere within the walls of his home, he felt his temper bubble. He didn’t need to be disturbed during what was pitched to him as mandated paid time off.

Kento was already annoyed by the idea that was forced upon him earlier this afternoon, and it wasn’t until he reached his building did he begin to think perhaps it was a blessing. Honestly, he couldn’t remember the last time he had taken any vacation time. A week or so to unwind, maybe read for the first time in months, sample a new whisky imported from Scotland…

The possibilities were endless.

He spied a small suitcase open on his bed, the contents a riotous jumble that made his head pound just to look at. A trail of clothing led from the bed to the bathroom door which stood slightly ajar. Perfumed steam escaped and his teeth grit together in irritation. Music played rather loudly in his opinion, a bright bubbly song with lyrics in a different language he couldn’t understand.

Did he dare to burst into the bathroom and scare the living daylights out of his darling little sister? The idea was tempting. The only downside being that he had no interest in mistakenly seeing her in some state of undress if she hadn’t yet made it into the bath. He would listen a little longer, wait until he was sure he wasn’t going to irreparably damage both his eyesight and his psyche before acting.

Kento padded around the bed, pulling his tie off and throwing it on the pillow to deal with later. The top three buttons on his shirt unbuttoned easily and breathing became a little easier again. Not for the first time, his mood shifted again. It would be nice to see Karin, catch up and find out how school was going. There was never enough time during the holidays to really enjoy her company so maybe this was all working out for the best.

He was still going to give her the fright of her life though.

The sound of splashing reached his ears and he smiled. Memories of tormenting his little sister rose to the surface whilst he tiptoed silently towards the bathroom door. He could hear the sound of humming along to the music and he had to stifle a snort of laughter, singing was not her forte.

A strong hand gripped the edge of the door. Kento held his breath, preparing to yell. Silently, he counted to three and leapt inside.

“Boooo!”

You had never screamed so loud in your entire life. A man was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, his features twisted in amusement but quickly shifting into sheer mortification.

Water sloshed over the side of the bath, bubbles going up your nose as you pushed your body low into the fragrant water. An intruder!

“Who the fuck are you?” You yelled indignantly, anger finally overcoming the terror ripping through your heart. Whoever he was, he was tall and incredibly pissed off.

His blond hair fell into his eyes, a hand the size of a dustbin lid swiping it back only to highlight the furious scrunch of his eyebrows. Sharp hazel eyes swung between you and the wall, clearly unsure where to look. In other circumstances, you would have called him good-looking, handsome even but not when you were so very vulnerable.

He spoke, almost to himself. “You’re not Karin…”

You knew that name, it was your friend’s name. This was her pl—Shit, this wasn’t her place. You could scream.

“I’m Nanami Kento, and you’re in my bath. Who are you?”

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Lamp of the Body

first part of a fic long in the making based on some stuff @hypnoswrites and I were discussing about Chrollo :D

Chrollo x female!reader

Part 2

Warnings: mentions of accidents, injury, isolation, mentions of strangulation

Word count: 6.3k

You were struggling to breathe.

You couldn't see anything.

Your heart was pounding hard against the inside of your chest.

You were scared.

Scared of what? You weren't sure. All you knew was that the adrenaline was rushing through your system while you panicked. And what furthered that panic was the fact that you couldn't move. You were stuck, laying on your back and frozen in place while all of your senses told you that you were in danger.

Then you noticed the figure sitting next to you.

It was too dark to make them out, but you saw their general shape and the way they leaned over you.

Once they realized that you had seen them, they moved.

A hand reached out, turning your face towards them before caressing your cheek in slow motions. An act that should have been comforting, but instead the panic in you worsened and you began to cry.

The figure did nothing to comfort you; they only wiped away the tears that fell. Despite that action that to most would have indicated some amount of care, you didn't feel anything like that when their skin brushed against yours.

They didn't care.

In such a vulnerable state, you were at the mercy of such a person, one who had no concern over your distress.

As if you were simply a spectacle to them.

They wiped away another tear in a robotic manner, and still said nothing when those tears continued.

It didn't seem real.

That was your first thought when you woke up in the morning, your eyes going over details in the bedroom: the thin bits of light showing through the cracks in the blinds, the soft rug that lay on the floor that you had picked out when you'd first moved here, and the door to the walk-in closet that was currently closed. If it had been open you would've seen both your own and Chrollo's clothes hanging inside of it.

At the thought of Chrollo, you looked to the other side of the bed, finding that your boyfriend was still there beside you. You took in the sight of his face, how peaceful his expression was and the way his bangs partially covered the tattoo on his forehead, only allowing little bits of the design to be seen through the black locks. It looked as though he was still fast asleep based on the way his eyes remained closed and how steadily his chest rose and fell with each breath. As much as you felt compelled to scoot over closer and cuddle up against him, in the past your boyfriend had proven to be an incredibly light sleeper and you worried that the action might wake him up.

With all that Chrollo had done for you, the man deserved to get as much sleep as he wanted.

As quietly as you could, you got out of bed and made your way over to the bathroom, periodically looking back over to Chrollo and finding him to still be asleep each time you did. But as you looked back at him one last time before entering the bathroom, you were once again struck by how it still didn't feel completely real, that you were able to look at the image of your sleeping boyfriend.

That you were able to look at anything at all.

The lights came on when you flipped the switch, and instinct had you closing your eyes as they adjusted to the light. When it no longer hurt to have your eyes open, you made your way over to the sink, covering your mouth to yawn before you looked at yourself in the mirror. The gray eyes of your reflection stared back at you, briefly flitting about as you took in the messy state of your hair and wrinkled sleep clothes before you went back to staring at your eyes.

Maybe some might find it weird to be referring to them as being “yours” considering that they were definitely not the eyes you'd been born with and had come from an unknown donor, but seeing that they'd been placed inside your skull, it seemed silly to say otherwise.

Still, to think that just a few months ago you hadn't been able to see at all, your original eyes permanently damaged because of that car accident.

You'd lived that way for almost a year, and after getting used to the world being in total darkness with only the images in your memory to go off of, it didn't seem real that you were able to see again.

You brought a hand up to your cheek, watching as your reflection did the same and lightly brush beneath the area under and around your eye, your fingers briefly lingering on the small bits of scarring on your skin.

It didn't seem real, but clearly it was.

“Is everything alright?”

Hearing Chrollo's voice surprised you, and you looked over to find him entering the bathroom, smiling at you when you made eye contact.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” you answered, adding “sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.”

“You didn't,” he said, “I woke up on my own a moment ago.”

You were about to reply when another yawn came on that you couldn't suppress, and you covered your mouth with your hand.

His eyebrow raised as he asked “are you sure you don't need more sleep?”

“I'm fine,” you said, “I don't think I'd be able to sleep anymore, anyway.”

He nodded.

Then Chrollo walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your form and holding you close to him. You reached up and grabbed at one of his hands, to which he responded by taking your hand in his and lightly squeezing.

“You came in to admire yourself, I see,” he said.

You laughed a little.

“Don't know if there's much to admire here at the moment,” you answered.

“I disagree,” he said, “there's quite a lot to admire about you.”

“Well, you're biased, so I don't know how much I can trust you on that,” you said.

He chuckled, taking the hand that he held and lifting it so he could place a kiss on your skin. As he did that your gaze went back to the mirror.

It was a nice image, you thought to yourself. You and your boyfriend, both of you with hair that needed to be brushed and looking rather disheveled after getting out of bed, standing together and holding one another in a moment of peaceful quiet.

A definite contrast to what life had been during the last nine months where the days had been filled with anxiety despite how hard you tried to adjust to a new way of living. Unsurprisingly, having one of your senses be unexpectedly taken away was a difficult thing to cope with.

Despite what had happened, you spent a relatively short amount of time in the hospital as Chrollo had been insistent on you returning home with him as soon as possible. You hadn't minded that too much. Even though you hadn't stayed there long, the loss of your eyesight had made your other senses get stronger. As such, you'd grown to truly hate the smell of hospitals, the feeling of needles poking into your skin and the never-ending beeping of the machines you'd be hooked up to.

Being in the comfort of your home while you recovered was preferable.

And hopefully it would be a while before you needed to go back for any doctor's appointment, though when you did, the staff at the hospital would definitely be surprised to find that you were able to see again.

Chrollo seemed to notice that your thoughts had drifted elsewhere as he asked “what is it, love?”

“Nothing too important, I guess,” you said, “just thinking about what'll happen if I ever end up back at that hospital. They'd be surprised if they saw me with how adamant they were that there wasn't anything that could be done for me.”

You looked back at him while asking “why wouldn't they have mentioned the guy in Padokea?”

“I don't know,” he answered, shrugging as he added “perhaps they were worried what might happen if they recommended an experimental surgery and then something went wrong.”

“What do you think could've gone wrong?”

“I'm sure there's a number of things, though I can't say what exactly they might be.”

“I thought you knew everything,” you said teasingly.

He smiled as he answered “I'm afraid I must concede that I only have a basic knowledge when it comes to the world of modern medicine. That's why I usually go to Machi if I have any questions.”

You hummed, looking back to the reflections in the mirror.

You could lose that. In a mere moment your eyesight could be taken away and your world would become dark again.

Remembering the way things had been caused the anxiety to swell inside of you, and this time you voiced your concerns.

“Things will stay this way, right?” you asked him, “nothing's going to happen where the eyes won't work out and I'll need to go back to not being able to see, right?”

Chrollo's hand went to rest on your shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly as he asked “is that what you're worried about?”

You nodded.

“It'd be sad to get back my eyesight and then have it taken away again,” you added.

Chrollo pulled you around so you were no longer facing the mirror. Then he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your lips before holding you against himself.

He spoke again.

“Everything will be fine, love,” he told you, “nothing's gone wrong since we came back, and if we were to call up that professional, he'd tell you that everything is fine.”

“You're sure he'd say that?” you asked.

“I'm sure.”

His hand was on your head stroking your hair. That alone was able to quell the anxiety that had begun to grow in your chest.

“After all,” he continued, “I promised that you'd be fine, didn't I?”

You nodded, remembering what he said to you almost a year ago.

You still remembered the way he'd grasped your hand and the feel of the fur that lined the cuffs of his coat sleeves brushing against your skin. You remembered the cast that your leg had been trapped in and the constant beeping of the monitors beside your bed. You remembered the darkness.

And you remembered how easily your spirits were lifted when Chrollo spoke to you.

“Everything will be fine, love. I promise you.”

At the time you thought he was only saying that so you would feel a bit better about your situation, that he was simply doing his best to be a supportive boyfriend as he navigated through the results of this accident with you. While the future may not have been completely bleak, it was without a doubt going to be different than what you could have ever imagined and you and Chrollo were going to need to find a new version of your “normal”.

At the time you never would have thought he'd find a way to make things go back to the way they'd been before the accident.

Yet he had.

And now you were here.

Still not completely recovered as the trauma that had come with being in such a nasty accident remained with you and would likely stay with you for a long time to come, but you were still in a much better place than you had been in the previous months.

And Chrollo had been by your side every step of the way.

He pulled away, cupping your cheek and moving your head up to look at him.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah,” you answered, smiling after.

He kissed you again before saying “we may as well start getting ready for the day.”

He let you go after that, moving over to his side of the sink.

“Are you working today?” you asked.

“No, not today. My schedule is free.”

“Do we have anything planned?”

“Nothing in particular,” he answered, “although I suppose I should figure out something fast, otherwise you'll be insistent on watching horror movies all day.”

You pouted a little as you asked “what's wrong with that?”

“Ordinarily there would be nothing wrong with that. Unfortunately, you never seem to be able to pick any good movies,” he replied.

“Rude.”

“It's the truth, love.”

“Even if it is, you aren't supposed to say that.”

“So I'm supposed to lie to you?”

“When it comes to my taste in movies, yeah.”

“Interesting.”

There wasn't any malice behind either of your words during that bit of banter, and you couldn't help giggling a little bit after. Chrollo also had a soft smile on his face, though the somewhat distant gaze his gray eyes made it seem as though he was thinking about something.

His eyes…

… Huh. You hadn't really thought about it before.

“We almost match now,” you said.

“Hm?”

He glanced over to you, waiting for you to elaborate.

“Our eyes,” you explained, pointing to your own as you continued with “we almost have the same eye color now. It's off by just a few shades.”

Chrollo's hummed as he smiled again.

“So we do.”

Was that a dumb thing to point out? If it was he wouldn't say anything like that. And with the amount of time the two of you had been together, he was probably used to hearing such things from you. How a man like him wanted to be with someone like you, you would never know. But after the events of the past few months, you could say with one hundred percent certainty that he deeply cared about you.

Really, you didn't deserve him.

“I'll do whatever you want to do today, Chrollo,” you said, smiling at him again.

He smiled back at you as he said “I'll need to make sure I come up with something good, then.”

The accident happened when Chrollo was away on business, during one of his trips that he took every few months that lasted up to a few weeks on average. You never quite knew what those trips were about; Chrollo said he couldn't tell you and communication with him during those times was shoddy at best, so you didn't even have much to go off of to figure out on your own what he was doing. There was a constant curiosity burning in you about what he was doing exactly, but since he told you that you didn't need to know, you stopped pressing the issue.

If Chrollo said so, then you trusted him.

Not that your trust helped at all in how lonely those weeks would be while he was gone. With communication being almost non-existent while he was away and no one else around to hang out with or even really talk to, the feeling of isolation would take over fast. For that reason, you figured that things would be more interesting if you were to step out of your routine. That day you headed out to attend a convention that was taking place not too far from where you lived in the hopes you could browse around, perhaps make a few new friends, but mostly to do something different.

When you were on your way was when a careless driver slammed headfirst into the taxi you'd been riding in.

Your leg and collarbone had both been broken, and one of your wrists and a few of your ribs had been fractured. Terrible injuries, to be sure, but those were things that you could recover from.

The loss of your eyesight was a different story, and the doctor who'd treated your injuries had informed you that there was no way to bring that back.

Hearing that had been hard.

It was made harder still when your attempts to reach Chrollo failed.

Even after giving them his number, the hospital had been unable to contact Chrollo as every single call they made failed to go through. With you stuck in bed with all of your injuries and not having anyone else you could contact, it was a devastating few days.

But on the afternoon of your third day in the hospital he showed up unexpectedly, heading straight to your room and calling out to you once he saw you. Relief filled you in the moment where you heard his voice, but the gravity of the situation brought you back down not long after. His hands grasped yours, and you felt the fur that lined the cuffs of his coat brush against your skin as you tearfully told him that you couldn't see anymore.

It seemed to take him a moment to process that information as he remained silent at first.

After a few moments, he pulled your hand up to his mouth and placed a kiss to your skin.

And then he spoke again.

“Everything will be fine, love. I promise you.”

The words had been spoken with conviction.

And he was right.

Everything had seemingly gone back to the way it was before, and that fact in of itself was better than you could've hoped for.

It was hard to breathe, and you could feel the adrenaline pumping through you while you lay frozen in place. You couldn't move. No matter how many times your brain ordered your limbs to break free of their state of stasis, they wouldn't comply, and you were stuck, laying as though rigor mortis had set in.

The figure was there. Though you still couldn't see them clearly, you felt them watching you.

Why wouldn't they help you? Why did they only ever watch?

Your jaw refused to open so you could ask those questions, and you were left to harshly breathe through your nose while the figure continued to observe you.

The next morning, while you fought with the eggs that didn't want to be unstuck from the pan, a thought came to you.

“What sort of things does Kortopi like?” you asked, looking back to where Chrollo sat at the table.

“Kortopi? He likes books. He also enjoys making miniatures.”

“Miniatures?”

“Those sets you can get from hobby stores,” Chrollo clarified before adding, “what makes you ask?”

You turned back to the pan as you answered “I wanted to do something for him since he helped us out. I thought maybe I could get him something nice; like I could put together a basket of stuff he'd like as a way to say 'thank you'. Same with Pakunoda and Machi.”

You paused before adding “and Shalnark.”

“Why the hesitation in naming Shalnark?”

Of course he picked up on that.

“… I don't want to say anything bad about your friend,” you replied.

You glanced back to find that his eyebrow had raised slightly.

“Oh? What did he do?”

You were hesitant to answer, because while Shalnark had been rather intrusive when he'd been here with you, he had been helping you and Chrollo out. Still, you knew from past experiences that Chrollo wasn't going to let this go.

“…. Some of the questions he asked me were a little invasive,” you admitted, “and I think he might have been going through our stuff.”

Chrollo didn't seem surprised.

“Shalnark does have a bad habit of being a bit too nosy,” he said, “but I doubt he meant any actual harm in anything he said or did.”

“Why didn't you bring this up back then?” he then asked.

“He was doing us a favor,” you said, “and you said that I could trust him. Just… Maybe if he ever comes back, we should make sure you're around to keep him in line.”

You heard him let out a chuckle as you went back to your cooking.

“He usually listens to me, so that shouldn't be an issue,” Chrollo said, “and if you'd like, I can take care of getting him something.”

“Nah, I'll still get him a gift as thanks. It'd be rude if I didn't,” you said, “hopefully I won't need him or any of your other friends to babysit me again.”

The eggs managed to not be burned when you pushed them out of the pan and onto your plate, and after months of being out of practice when it came to cooking, it felt good that you'd managed to do that much.

“I still don't think you needed to call on them as much as you did,” you added, “I would've been fine on my own for a few hours those times you were gone.”

“It was better for you to have not needed them than be in a situation where you were having an emergency and couldn't get help,” he answered.

“I'm not sure how much trouble I could've gotten into on my own, honestly,” you said.

“You never know.”

“I guess. I feel bad for taking up their time like that, though.”

“They were happy to help,” he told you, “but I do think your idea of gifts as a way of thanking them is a good one.”

Setting the plate of eggs down at the table, you sat down as you asked “where are you heading out today?”

He was already dressed to go out, and he'd finished up his coffee just as you took your seat.

“Nowhere special. I just need to take care of a few things in relation to my last job,” he answered.

“How long will you be out?”

“Not long. I should be back after lunch.”

“So not long enough that I need someone to look after me,” you said.

He smiled as he said “not this time, no.”

A beat of silence passed, and though you suspected you knew what his response would be, you decided to make a request anyway.

“If I finish this really fast, can I come with you?” you asked.

Though his smile didn't falter, Chrollo shook his head.

“It's not the sort of trip where I can bring you along,” he said.

“Not even if I stay in the car while you go do whatever?”

“Do you really want to be stuck in a car for hours?”

“No,” you admitted, “but it'd be nice to get out for a little bit.”

He nodded while reaching over so he could grasp your hand.

“I know that you're feeling closed off from the rest of the world, love,” Chrollo said, “but I'd much rather you stay in here while you continue your recovery.”

“I feel fine, though. Better than I have in a while,” you replied, “I could start going out a little, right?”

“Perhaps. But not on a trip like this.”

“What then?”

“We can figure that out when I get back.”

He stood up then, and there was a sense of finality in the conversation as he pushed his chair back in place, though he kept his cheerful demeanor when he smiled at you again.

“No need to get up,” he said to you, “I'll see myself out. Don't stress yourself and stay inside.”

That last part was definitely tacked on because of what you'd said.

“Even if I feel fine?” you asked.

“Do it for me, love.”

He finished that off by placing a kiss to your forehead.

Well damn. How could you refuse when he asked you like that?

He smiled at you, and you smiled back at him. Everything was fine.

You were fine when he walked out of the room, gathering his things before making his way to the door. You were fine even when you heard the jingling of his keys and the sound of the door opening. You were fine when you called out one last “goodbye”, to which he responded in kind.

But the instant you heard the front door lock behind him and you could no longer hear his footsteps, your mood fell.

Life got lonely when Chrollo wasn't around. Largely due to how small your world had become as you were lacking when it came to other people you could be around. And while the accident had made things smaller, it had been getting to be that way even before the crash. Friends and family didn't contact you anymore and you didn't know anyone outside of Chrollo's social circle, of whom you very rarely saw. The most time you had spent with anyone aside from your boyfriend was a few hours at a time during those months of recovery when he got his friends to look after you when you were bedridden.

Did your old friends or any of your family even know about the crash?

You had no clue, but since Chrollo said you didn't need to worry about them, you didn't think about them most days.

Though it didn't help how the apartment felt incredibly empty whenever he was gone.

But it was okay.

It would be fine, you told yourself as you finished up your breakfast. Chrollo wouldn't be gone long. His lack of packing an overnight bag or getting one of his friends to stay with you was proof of that. He'd be back before the day was out and everything would be fine.

Everything would be fine as long as Chrollo was with you.

After all, he'd said so.You had your eyesight back.

Though it had taken a while to get to that point. Months of staying put in bed so as to not strain yourself, and then getting used to walking on your own again after your broken bones had healed up. Despite having no vision, muscle memory had kicked in when you were feeling well enough to walk without assistance, and you didn't have much issue navigating the layout of the apartment once your leg had fully healed.

That was when Chrollo came to you with a proposal.

The medical professionals told you there was nothing that could be done about your sight, yet Chrollo had found a way around it, telling you of an experimental new surgery being done somewhere within the Dentora Region of Padokea. Under normal circumstances, you might have been skeptical, and just hearing the word “experimental” made you nervous. But Chrollo managed to convince you to give it a shot. All it took was a single conversation and he had gotten you to agree.

You were glad that he did, otherwise you might not be here like this right now. Back to what your normal had been before the accident, at least for the most part. Being able to be on your own and not needing to worry if you were becoming a burden to your boyfriend. Going back to waiting for him to return from his work and eagerly greeting him when he walked in the door.

Chrollo had done a good job of keeping up a positive attitude while you recovered, but now you were feeling better mentally, his happiness seemed a bit more genuine.

Maybe at some point soon, you could start to go out again like you had before the accident.

That would be something to discuss once he was back.

You woke up in a cold sweat, breathing hard as you sat up in bed, your arms shaking as you struggled to support yourself.

Another nightmare. The same as the others where you couldn't move and someone sat by and stared at you. But this time had been different.

You could still feel their hands around your throat as your air was cut off completely.

A quick check by placing one of your hands to your neck confirmed that it had been a dream; no one was trying to choke the life out of you.

That only brought minimal relief, however. Even if it was only a nightmare, the images were still fresh in your mind, and it had left you shaken. The thought of being unable to fight back or even cry out while someone sat on top of you and tried to kill you was one that made you feel incredibly helpless.

And you were so, so tired of feeling helpless.

Glancing next to you, you were able to make out Chrollo's form on the bed. He was still asleep, otherwise he no doubt would've asked you what was wrong.

Maybe you should tell him.

They'd started weeks after getting back from Padokea, and the first few times you hadn't thought much of them. And even when they continued, you decided to keep it to yourself. They were simply been the result of stress, likely in relation to the accident, and that at some point they would stop on their own. You didn't want to bring it up because you didn't want to saddle him with anymore of your issues. After all, you weren't a child and Chrollo deserved better than for you to go crying to him whenever something mildly inconvenient happened.

If the nightmares had stopped quickly you wouldn't have considered talking to him.

But if anything, they were only increasing in frequency. Not only were they leaving you emotionally exhausted, but you felt that you were being drained physically as well. Your nights were becoming restless and you spent almost all of the next day tired as you tried to recuperate.

No wonder Chrollo didn't want you going out; he could easily see that you were tired and took that to mean that you still weren't well enough for the outside.

It still seemed strange that they would continue as long as they did, though. Especially when you were considerably less stressed than you'd been before the surgery. Why were they happening when things were going well?

… You didn't know. You just wanted them to stop so you wouldn't need to deal with them anymore.

For now just rest, you told yourself.

With that, you settled back down onto the bed, though your gaze went to Chrollo, still asleep and with his back turned to you. After a moment, you scooted over to be closer to him, resting against his back and placing a hand on his arm. Chrollo didn't wake.

A little unusual given how often he awoke to even the slightest of movement on the bed. He must have been more tired than usual. Part of you was sad because of that; it would've been nice to feel him hold you back, to give you some form of reassurance, even if it was one small piece of physical affection.

But waking him up would be selfish.

So you stayed still, not moving any further, keeping your hand on his arm and your face against his back while you took in his scent.

You can deal with this much on your own, you told yourself.

Just rest for now.

“How would you feel about moving?”

You looked up from where you sat on the couch over to where Chrollo stood on the other end of the room. Moments ago you'd both been reading separately, and he'd gotten up when his cellphone had gone off so he could take the call in another room. He had just come back in and that was the first thing he said, and it managed to catch you so off-guard that it took you a bit to process what he just said.

“Moving?” you repeated.

“Yes.”

“And go where?”

“Out of the city,” he said, “somewhere in the country. That would be nice, wouldn't it?”

“…. Huh.”

He seemed surprised at your reaction, as he asked “you don't want to?”

“I don't know,” you said, “I was really looking forward to walking around here again when it's okay for me to go out.”

Shutting your book and placing it to the side, you asked “where exactly are you thinking?”

“Somewhere near the mountains would be nice.”

“…. Wouldn't somewhere near the mountains be several hours away from here?”

“It would.”

“Won't that interfere with your job?”

He shrugged.

“Relocating won't effect me much,” he said, “my work already requires me to travel. Adding a few more hours to my trips is hardly a sacrifice.”

“Besides,” he added, “I think a new environment would be better for you, especially one that kept you away from the stresses outside here.”

That made sense. Everything he said made sense, as it always did.

But still.

“I really like it here, though,” you said, “there are specific places I haven't been to since the accident that I want to visit again, and I won't be able to do that if we move. Not easily, at least.”

“I understand, but you shouldn't be sacrificing your health just to see certain places again.”

“I'm not sacrificing anything.”

At that, Chrollo leaned against the door frame before he sighed.

“You haven't been doing well, love,” he told you.

You frowned.

“I thought I was doing pretty good, all things considered,” you said.

“You spend most of your days exhausted.”

“I'm not that exhausted.”

To that, Chrollo gave you a pointed look. One that clearly told you that he didn't believe you and you knew you couldn't continue to insist that he was wrong.

“Okay, maybe I'm not doing as great as I'd like, but I'm still getting used to things. It doesn't mean we need to completely leave the lives we have here,” you insisted.

Should you mention the nightmares, that those were probably part of the issue? No…. He might use those as another reason as to why what he was suggesting was the correct decision, and therefore, the decision that you needed to go with. Like most things when it came to your life.

Not that there were any bad decisions that Chrollo had forced on you, but you generally had little input on them as he expected you to go with what he wanted. Like the eyes. He had basically told you that it was happening and you had been in such a depressive state that you didn't offer much resistance.

But it was different now. You liked it here and you wanted to stay. Plus he'd had this place even before meeting you, and the thought of forcing him to move out of his longtime home made you feel guilty. Even if he was the one who wanted it.

“Moving somewhere else just feels like a really extreme reaction,” you continued.

“Trying to keep your health in mind is extreme?” he asked.

“…. Maybe just a little bit, this time.”

Your voice was a bit more hushed when you answered.

After a moment, he pushed himself off the door frame and began to walk towards where you sat.

Chrollo would get his way again. You could already tell: he was going to talk to you, explain all of the reasons as to why he was right and shoot down every argument you had until you were forced to agree that there was no point in doing it in anyway other than his. Then by the end of the week he'd have found some home away from here, if he didn't have his eye on something already, and you'd find yourself packing up everything before the end of the month.

You loved your boyfriend. You really did.

But you didn't want to leave your home.

Maybe you could find some sort of compromise, figure out something to say that would get him to back down temporarily.

So before he could speak, you asked “what if we just held off on that for a few months? Wait and see how I'm doing after a longer period and come back to the topic of moving?”

“It's been some time already and you haven't gotten better,” he countered.

Sitting down next to you, Chrollo reached out and took your hand in his.

“I understand why you don't want to leave,” he continued, “but we do need to consider what is best for you. And I think staying so close to where that crash happened is having a negative affect on you.”

Giving your hand a light squeeze, he asked “don't you agree?”

You surprised him again when you shook your head.

“I get what you're saying,” you then told him, “but I don't think I'm going to get anywhere if I keep running from my problems. Yeah, I'm tired, but I really want things to go back to how they were. I really want to move past what happened.”

“So I'd feel a lot better if I could at least try to tough it out for a little while longer,” you continued, adding “and maybe you're right, that a change in environment is better for me. So maybe in a few months, if we find that I'm still in the same place, we can look into leaving.”

You stayed quiet a moment before adding “if that sounds good to you.”

It didn't seem like he felt that way. Or did it? You couldn't quite read him at the moment, his expression rather stone-faced as he presumably thought over what you said.

At least he was taking your argument into consideration. At least that was something.

“Alright then, love.”

You sat up straighter when he said that and stayed quiet so he could continue with “we'll hold off on it and come back to this discussion at a later date. However, if it seems like you're getting worse, we will be looking into moving.”

You nodded.

He squeezed your hand again as he then asked “you will tell me if you aren't doing well, won't you?”

“Of course.”

Chrollo stared at you for a moment.

Then he finally conceded, pulling your hand up to his lips so he could kiss it.

You responded by placing a kiss on his cheek, which he couldn't help but smile at.

It wasn't good to lie to him. You knew that.

But you were going to get through your issues without bothering him.

You weren't going to burden him anymore.

#reader insert #yandere chrollo #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer #hxh x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere hunter x hunter

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simplyreveries · 2 months

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I don't know if someone has already requested this, but can I request the first years with GN!Reader who always falls asleep in weird places like on a tree branch, in the closet, under the table, or in the middle of the field, etc.? So the boys have to carry them back to Ramshackle Dorm.

ace trappola

at first, he was confused and even shocked at your strange ability to feel comfortable enough to sleep practically anywhere but of course it turns into him snickering and laughing whenever he catches you. he'd nudge deuce and tell him you're doing it again. he seriously could've died laughing and had to hold it in when he saw riddles frustrated and confused expression when you were passed out asleep underneath a table after an unbirthday party.

it comes to a point where he doesn't seem fazed or concerned if you're missing from class or something- he'd probably shake his head playfully and think you're just off sleeping somewhere unusual. he'd go off to find you most of the time. doesn't know how to wake you up, he's a, (loving) ass but he likes to stack random things on you either until you wake up or it falls. he's gotten in trouble multiple times for which in class. he'll call you a "sleepyhead" and sometimes tries to fool you and tell you you've slept through the whole day-!

much to his surprise,,, during an instance where you're just too hazy and too tired to be fully there. he groans and resorts to helping you back to ramshackle having you lazily use him as some support when walking back together. he'd tease and tell you you're lazy- but ace has never left your side when it's getting late, and he needs to wake you up or help you get back to ramshackle with the help of deuce.

deuce spade

ok not going to lie he's a little concerned. he's literally wondering how you manage to remain perfectly fine and unharmed when you somehow fall asleep int he most inconvenient and even dangerous spots. he's usually nervous and has a look of worriedness for you. deuce literally never felt more confused and SCARED when you fell asleep once inside the alchemy room... it's just waiting for disaster with mishaps in there.

deuce felt unsure if he should wake you up half of the time and when he does try it's too light of shaking or too quiet of talking to do anything. around that time ace or grim try suggesting splashing water on your face. he'd immediately figure out how to wake you up as soon as they mention that.

the time when he visited ramshackle and found you curled up in front of the steps asleep (doesnt matter how many times he's used to this he still is freaked out a bit akjshjhksk) he'll probably end up asking the ghosts for help in getting you back inside... it's almost dark too! he worries at the thought if he hadn't come over. doesn't really scold you but nervously does try to remind you to be more careful-! the last thing he wants is for you to end up getting hurt yourself because of this unique quirk of yours.

jack howl

the first time he witnessed this was an... experience, he was in the middle of track, and you were just sprawled out laying in the grass in a sunny spot. at first, he thought you were resting maybe... not actually fully asleep. he kinda just stares and tries to figure out in his head only for grim to tell him "...ya this is normal for them".

jack gets concerned like deuce and genuinely doesn't know what to do. he wants to help you but not abruptly wake you up. so, in other times where he finds you doing it again and again- he gets kind of used to it by now and doesn't seem to question it. he silently does make sure you're fine. like that one time you were peacefully asleep on a bleacher, and he quickly had to catch and stop you before you quite literally ROLLED off. you have this poor guy sweating.

though, in another time when its getting late and knows you should be back at ramshackle, he huffs and prompts to bringing you back there himself - a little annoyed by grim's snicker and climbing onto his shoulder but he does seem to make sure to look out for you. jack just prays you don't wake up, so you won't have something to tease him about later on...

epel felmier

epel silently stared for a few seconds in shock, letting himself slip cursing slightly in confusion. he regains his composure and doesn't bother waking you up if you seem- alright? he seemed to tell ace and deuce about it and they were already used to this, ace only laughed.

he panicked slightly as he found you sleeping on the floor in pomefiore once- vil would not be impressed or happy to see that and give you and probably him some small lecture. or when he found you sleeping on the steps inside the school?? does your back not feel pain?? those are times he'd actually try to wake you up, even if it took him a few attempts.

he does take it upon himself to help you get back to ramshackle, when you're not too far from it yet still managed to fall asleep right by the gate. he found grim complaining and trying to wake you up, with no luck with his paws. like ace would, grim would have you lean on him groggy and tried and he'd help bring you to ramshackle, sighing but he started to even laugh at the whole ridiculousness of it all when he's telling you to be more careful outside.

sebek zigvolt

initially, he didn't even notice you fall asleep as he loudly going on about something. he was a little shocked at first but quickly didn't hesitate to wake you up, claiming with his booming voice that it was improper at school and dangerous...! "and i thought silvers sleeping habits were terrible...!"

he is a knight (in training) and is keen with good senses and quick reactions- so like with jack, if you're literally about to fall or roll in your sleep when your off asleep in some crazy spot he'll swiftly move and stop you. grumbling how unusual it is. and he would never admit it, but you did once startle him when he found you sleeping in a tucked area, he literally reached for his magic pen. would die if you found out and deny it profusely.

it doesn't matter with all the scolding... sebek does help you. and like all the other times wouldn't dare to admit it and his slight soft spot for you. after a few failed attempts at waking, you he'd make sure you get to ramshackle himself, which is no sweat for someone like him. he couldn't believe you were sleeping outside for so long it was starting to rain!

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #ace x reader #deuce x reader #sebek x reader #jack howl x reader #epel x reader

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anemptypuddingcup · 3 months

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Yearning for more than just dreams.

Dream Eater Demon!Luffy x Female Reader.

I’m making the dream demon series. We have Zoro & Luffy so far. Wonder what Sanji will be like.

Contains: (Representing the Baku) Hungry Dream Eater Demon!Luffy! Luffy having four arms and a cloud-like body. Luffy having a little monkey tail. (It says tiger paws and an ox tail for the Baku but I wanna match it more w Luffy’s animal) Luffy has one cock that can stretch but doesn’t hurt when stretching Reader. (All the Dream demons in the series will have different anatomy.) Luffy having his cloudy fluffy hair and rosy pink eyes. Reader struggling to sleep because of Luffy eating her dreams. Luffy getting caught eating Reader’s dreams. Luffy also comes out the closet just like Zoro. Pussy eating. Fingering. Vaginal & Anal. Multiple rounds. Overstimulation. Luffy nearly losing himself. A few creampies. Porn without plot again.

Your breathing was subtle while you lord there in your bed. It was a chilly night, night where it made it easier to sleep due to the cold air. You were halfway sleep but you could still hear everything that was going on around you. You could hear the heat leave the vent in the corner of your room, the sound of the wind blowing outside.

The sound of your closet door slowly creaking open.

All normal sounds that you would usually hear at night before you fully fell asleep. You lord there still and listened a bit harder, wondering why you suddenly felt a pressure and a presence near you. You could feel something or someone near you, but you refused to open your eyes. The sleep was heavy on your eyelids and even though you were a lighter sleeper, it was sorta hard to open your eyes.

You squirmed around in your bed, now uncomfortable and struggling to wake up and open your eyes. Your breathing now grew frantic and you were letting out worrisome whimpers. You let out a gasp before you finally shoot up from your bed, letting out a heavy sigh as that experience scared you.

It was like…you were being forced to stay asleep. It was a good thing you were a light sleeper. You look around your room, still feeling that odd feeling of a presence being near. You then remember…your closet door was cracked open. You slowly turn to look, shuddering as you kept your blankets up to your lips.

Why was it open again? Why the hell does it keep opening at night?

It was dark but the moonlight provided natural light for you to see just a bit of your closet. Fog was spewing from the crack of the closet and it was now filling your room, making you panic. You shuddered at the cold and crisp feeling of the fog kissing your skin, making you shake and breathe out heavily.

You didn’t want to get out of your bed, you knew better than to do that. Yet part of you yearned to seek what was in that closet of yours. Every time you would check, it were the usual things that would be in your closet and nothing more. But why was fog spilling out of the closet? What in hell was causing this.

“Oi…Ya interrupted m’meal…”

You freeze at the reverbed voice behind you and slowly turn around.

His head was in his hands, four hands to be exact. He was floating there with his legs crossed, staring down at you with his beautiful rose quart eyes. His tail swayed as he stares down at you with interest, his eyes and hair glowing and shimmering in the darkness. You frantically scoot back and away from your headboard while he floats down onto your soft bedding, looking at you and crawling closer to you.

“Oi- Come back! I ain’ finished eatin’ yet!”

“W-What’re you talking about!? Who are you!?”

You yelled out in fear, biting your lip to suppress your scared and worried noises. “I was eatin’ ya dreams! They taste s’good! Gimme em’ back an’ lemme finish dammit!” He yells, stretching his four arms out to you. You yelp out before full on screaming as he wraps his arms around you, binding you right tight while he pulls you close to him.

“Shh shh! Hush! Ya too loud!” He whispers to you, pressing on of his hands to your mouth. You struggle and squirm in his stretchy arms, whining as you tried to break free. He stares at you blankly before looking at you up and down. He moves in closer to you, staring you deep in the eyes before putting a finger to his lips.

“Shhh, I ain’ gonna hurt ya. Jus’ calm down!” He says to you. You shiver but nodded, quieting down for him while he releases you from his arms. You scoot back a bit but he scoots closer to you, still staring at you with those rosy eyes of his. “W-Well…What’re you d-doing here..? Eating my dreams you said?” You asked him nervously, still a little shaken by his appearance.

“Yeah. M’name’s Luffy. An’ m’a dream eater. I eat’cha dreams an’ nightmares. Both taste good as hell ta me!” Luffy introduced himself, pressing his hands to your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. “I’ve neva seen ya fully though…Ya dreams an’ nightmares’re s’good…but ya look even tastier than em.” Luffy says, complimenting you on your looks in a way.

His first pair of his hands were against your shoulders and while the second pair was planted on your sides. You were silent and still rather stunned and sleepy, and at this point you were ready to get back to bed. Luffy wasn’t finished though.

“I’ve seen and ate all ya dreams.” He whispers to you, making your eyes widen and your face flush with slight embarrassment. “E-Even-“ You words trails off and Luffy nods, a sly smirk appearing across that cute little face of his. “Yup. Even them naughty dreams of ya’s. They taste the absolute best, but ya don’ dream em often…” Luffy sighs, wishing he could have a taste of those sweet dreams once again.

He was practically salivating at the thought of the taste, his body shuddering with excitement while you stared at him with heavy embarrassment written all over your face. “I-I didn’t think y-you’d see those t-too…” You stammered, your body growing hot as you turned away from him. Luffy chuckles at your embarrassment and he moves in closer to you, cupping your soft yet warm cheeks.

You stared back at him before looking away nervously again, sighing out while a yawn follows after. “Well- Lemme put ya t’sleep so I can finish eatin’.” He says, pushing you down onto your bed while he straddled your hips. Luffy reaches a hand out to the straps of your tank top but you pull away, making him quirk a brow. “What’re ya pullin’ away for?” He asked you.

“W-What do you mean by put me back to sleep?” You asked him, a little bit too sleepy to piece together what he means.

Luffy smiles before letting out a little snicker. “What else d’ya think I mean?~” He asks you, his hands trailing back to your tank top straps before pulling them from your shoulders. Your tank top slide off of your body, revealing you breasts to him and making Luffy hum out in response. He immediately cups them and begins to fondle the soft mounds, making you mewl out softly and press your hand against his.

He slides back and his other hands begins to slide down to your thighs, gripping them before spreading them open with a hungry look on his face.

“W-Wait- L-Luffy- Mmh!~“

A sudden gasp leaves your lips as you felt his thumb rub up against your clothed slit, teasing you while you sat there and watched him. A mewl leaves your lips as you felt him rub your pussy through your panties, a soaking wet spot slowly appearing after a few touches. Luffy groans out in delight, pressing smooches to your breasts and trailing up your chest while he multitasks on your body.

“Mmmh~ Ya already wet? All m’doin is touchin’ ya~” Luffy giggles, laying down onto his tummy while his second pair of hands rubbed at your inner thighs. You blushed and watched as he rubs your clit through the fabric while fondling your breasts. A heavy gasp leaves you as he continues to massaged your pussy through the thin fabric.

“Mmgh~ L-Luffy~” You moan out his name shakily while his digits played with your clothed cunt, his eyes half-lidded while he gave you that mischievous smirk. His hands were soft and skilled, and he watched as your face contorted with every touch he gave you.

“L-Luffy!-“

“I shoulda done this sooner, ya moans and faces are s’cute~ Ya pussy’s soakin’ against m’fingers~” He says, moving in even closer to your panties. He slowly slides farther between your legs and onto his tummy, lying down so he could relax and focus more on your pleasure. He presses his nose up against your pussy, making you mewl out suddenly while he sniffed at your heat.

You shivered as he slowly peels your panties off, watching as a string of slick disconnects from the fabric and your pussy. “S’fuckin’ wet~ Fuck, ya soakin’ f’me~” He huffs out, spreading your pussy open with a little smile across his face. He presses a smooch to your pussy while his fingers tease at your entrance, a mewl leaving your lips as he did. He slides his tongue along your slit and mewls out at your flavor, huffing out before he continues to lap at your clit.

His thumb teases your hole and he slowly pushes two digits past your entrance, making you gasp out. “A-Ahh!~ L-Luffy~” You moan out his name so cutely and he looks up and smiles while suckling on your clit. His fingers quickly began to pick up speed, fucking your pussy with his fingers while you sucked them in. You grind your hips against his tongue and fingers, his noises growing louder as he pulls your hips in closer to him.

His other pair of hands stayed playing and massaging your breasts, pinching your nipples suddenly. “F-Fuck Luffy that feels s-so good~” You moaned, reaching a hand down to his cloudy fluff of hair and combing your fingers through his cloud-like strands. Luffy hums out and continues, his fingers moving at a faster pace and repeatedly hitting your g-spot.

“Feels good eh?~ Does this feel s’good t’ya?~” He asks, his heart-shaped pupils looking up into your contorted and pleasure-filled face. “M-Mhmm~ I-It feels g-great~” You whine out, arching your back a bit while biting your bottom lip. Luffy chuckles before removing his fingers from your pussy, his mouth moving away from your clit. A string of saliva tears from his tongue and your pussy, and you’re disappointed.

You whine out and let out a heavy sigh, a bit upset that he just suddenly edged you. He pulls all of his hands away from you, suckling on his two fingers on which your flavor lingered. “Ya wan’ me ta give ya sum better?~” He asked, his hands moving down to his pearly-white shorts. You sit up onto your elbows and watched as he pulled down his shorts and briefs, revealing his cock to you.

Your face flushes and your eyes widens at the size, he was girthy but goodness if he wasn’t long as well. “A-Are you sure t-that’ll…” You asked reluctantly, your words trailing off out of slight worry. Luffy giggles and wraps his first pair of hands around your hips. “I promise it’ll feel good when I push in! It won’ hurt’cha!” He says, trying to reassure you.

Though you weren’t convinced. Not one bit.

His tail wags and pulls your hips closer to his, his cock lying up against your sticky slit. You moan out at the warmth of his cock and huff out from the nervousness deep in your tummy. “S’okay~ I promise~” He says to you, moving in closer to your face before pressing a smooch to your lips. You mewl out shakily and deepen the kiss, giving him a few more smooches while he hums out in response. You pulls back and sigh out before nodding, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips.

He slowly slides his cock along your slit, his tip grinding against your clit and making your body shudder with the combination of delight and nervousness. He presses his tip against your entrance and looks up at you. “Relax f’me~ Kay?” He whispers to you, giving you a sweet little smile. You take a deep breath and exhale before nodding to him. “O-Okay…” You respond nervously, holding on to him a bit tighter.

He slowly pushes past your entrance and you moan out, enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding into your pussy. Your moans makes a smile spread across Luffy’s face and he hisses out as he bottoms out inside of you, trailing his tongue along his lips. You moan out shakily as you felt his tip smooch your cervix, his tail wagging as your walls tighten even more around his length. “See? I-I told ya~ H-Hah~” He says shakily, looking down into your eyes.

“F-Feels good~ T-That feels so good~” You moan out, your hips squirming a bit against his as you rushed for him to start moving. Luffy’s grip on your hips grows tighter as he begins moving his hips and thrusting into you at a fast pace. You hold on to him tightly while you moan out angelically, enjoying the feeling of his cock massaging your walls yet kissing all the right spots.

“Fuck ya s’tight~ Oh god ya so tight~” Luffy huffs out, his thick and cloudy brows furling as he lifts your hips up a bit higher to get a better angle. “Mmmgh~ L-Luffy~ Hah- L-Luffyyy~” You moan out his name whine you scratched your nails against his back, making him hiss out in response. “Kiss me baby g-gal~” Luffy demands, pressing his lips hard against yours. You whine out while your toes curls from the pleasure, your back arching while you thrusted your hips up into his and tried to match his rhythm.

Luffy pulls back and chuckles, huffing out like a dog in heat while he fucked you hard into your bed. Your bed rocked with every thrust he gave you, fucking you a bit harder while he pins you onto your bed. “S’good~ Fuck it’s s’fuckin’ good~ Ya pussy feel s’good ‘round m’dick~” He huffs out, his hand moving down to rub and massage your clit.

You mewl out in response, trying your best to gain the breathe he knocked out of you repeatedly.

“Fuck, turn over f’me- Turn over~” He demands, watching as your body rocked from his thrusts. You struggle to turn over so he does it for you, helping your roll over onto your side and lifting one of your legs up a bit high for a better angle. You whine out and grip your quilt, whimpering while you felt your cunt tightening around him even more.

“I-I’m close! I-I need to cum L-Luffy!~” You gasp out, looking up to him while he stared down at you with lust in his eyes. “Cum on m’dick then! I ain’ stoppin’ ya~” He chuckles, pressing his body against yours and peppering sticky smooches onto your skin. His thumb moves a bit faster on your clit, making you whine and mewl out while you struggled to keep yourself composed. “L-Luffy!~ O-Oh L-Luffy! M-M’fucking cumming!~” You huff out, your eyes rolling up while your body began to shudder.

Luffy concentrates on you, trying to just force your orgasm out of you while you whine out in desperation. “Ohh It’s coming! I-I’m cumming!~” Your body trembles and you gasp out as your squirt out onto your quilt, your eyes shutting tight while your hand held on to the quilt so tightly.

Luffy continues even after your orgasm, chasing after his high while you were still experiencing yours. You huff out in slight overstimulation while Luffy continues to fuck your pussy. “Lemme cum~ M’almost fuckin’ there~” He groans out, huffing while he bites his bottom lip so tight. You whine out as your pussy unconsciously tightens around his cock, begging for him to release yet still begging for more of him.

Luffy groans out and breathes heavily against you, his cock twitching within your velvety walls as he felt himself ready to cum into your pussy. “Cummin’! I’ma cum inside f’ya~” He groans out, his body now sticky with sweat and sticky against yours. You whine out shakily as he thrusts into you all rigorously, making you gasp out.

“Ah!~ Hah!~ Fuck m’cummin’!~” Luffy groans out, his eyes rolling up as he finally bursts and blows his load into you. His body shudders and he gasps out shakily as cums deep inside of your pussy while you cry out from overstimulation. Your body trembles from the feeling of his warm and thick cum filling you up, a mewl leaving your lips slowly after while he lies down against your body.

“Hah~ So…So fuckin’ good~ Fuck this body of ya’s is so fuckin’ good~” He huffs out sitting up while he slowly struggles to pull out of your pussy. You whine shakily as you felt him sliding out of you, a sweet and heavy yawn leaving your lips and making your eyes tear up.

Luffy stares down as you and pulls you into his arms, a sweet smile appearing across his face as he was happy and content with filling you up.

Although…That wasn’t enough.

Your body was trembling in his embrace but you smile back to him before another yawn leaves your lips. “Oi…Ya fallin asleep on me…?” Luffy asked, now upset to see you dozing off in his arms. “M-Mhmmm…” You nodded sleepily, wrapping your arms around his body and slowly shutting your eyes. Luffy blinks blankly before pulling you away from his warm embrace, his rose eyes staring deep into your sleepy ones.

He snickers and it catches your attention.

“I know I said that I was gonna put ya ta sleep…but…I wanna fuck ya even more now~ Even though I love eatin’ ya fuckin’ dreams, this is s’much fuckin’ better.” He says his words so confidently and you can’t help but to listen, his words suddenly waking you right on up.

He slowly lays your body back onto the bed, this time with your ass facing up towards him. “L-Luffy what’re you doing…?” You asked him, propping yourself up with your arms. Luffy’s hands grips your hips and trails along your skin, fondling at your softest skin while staring at your rear.

“Ya pussy is fuckin’ amazin’. But ya ass is lookin’ tasty too~” You blushed as you felt Luffy pressing his warm hands against your cheeks, spreading them open while you blush out of embarrassment. “Lemme fuck ya ass too.” Luffy whispers to you, sitting back onto the bed and pulling your ass up against his cock. You could tell he was growing rather indecisive of the position he wanted. “O-Okay…Just be careful this time…” You tell him, a little sigh leaving past your lips as you yearned to go to sleep.

Luffy softly grips your ass before spitting a bit of drool out onto it, giving it a bit of natural lubricant to allow himself to slide in easily. He slides himself against your rear entrance before fully pulling you down onto his length, making you hiss out while your body shudders from the intrusion. “Relax, it ain’ gonna hurt jus’ like th’first time~” Luffy says to you, burying his nose between your neck and inhaling your scent.

He pushes the rest of his cock inside of you, a whine spilling past your lips as he began to thrust into you at a slower pace this time. You mewl out as you felt him thrust deep inside of your rear entrance, a heavy gasp leaving your lips as he hits you with a sharp thrust. “Mmhh!~ L-Luffy!~” You whine out to him, your toes curling as he begins to fuck you a bit faster. His eyes watched your breasts bounce with every slap of hips against your ass.

His first pair of hands cup and massage your breasts while his breathing grew heavy in your ear. “Fuck ya squeezin’ me even tighter down here~ Ya body’s s’fuckin’ good~” Luffy groans out, laying you down onto your tummy while he pulls your hips farther against his. The sticky and sloppy noises only turned you on more as you listened to him fucking you so hard yet so tenderly. “ A-Ahh~ F-Fuck~” You groan out, your brows furling while you lift your hips up a bit more for Luffy. “H-Harder Luffy~ P-Please~” You begged, your body shuddering while as you felt Luffy’s grip grow tighter on your hips.

Luffy smiles widely and huffs out, slamming his hips hard against your ass and squeezing your breasts tighter. Your moans grew louder and you arch your back while Luffy moves his first pair of hands from your breasts.

He slides his hand’s down to your cum-filled pussy, shoving his fingers past your entrance and into your g-spot while you gasp out in sudden shock and pleasure. Your body jolts as you felt him finger your pussy while he fucked your ass, his other hand tending to your clit while his first pair of hands held on tight to your hips.

“Does this feel good? This feel better f’ya sweet gal?~?” Luffy asked, huffing out into your ear before pressing a smooch against it. “Y-Yessss! Yes it feels s’fuckin good! L-Luffy!~” You huff out, clenching your teeth tight as he fucked your pussy with his fingers. Luffy chuckles and licks his lips, enjoying the feeling of his fingers deep inside of your sticky pussy while his cock was deep in your ass.

You felt tears brewing in your eyes from the overstimulation, hyperventilating as you felt yourself wanting to cum again. Luffy feels both of your entrances tighten up and he presses his body tight against yours, fucking you and causing the bed to rock even harder than before. “Fuck baby~ Fuck m’gonna cum in ya again~ Ya wan’ me t’cum in ya ass hm? Ya wan’ me t’fill ya up full?~” Luffy asks, huffing out while his hips were sticky against your ass.

“M-Mmghyesss~ Y-Yesshh~” You nodded, a bit unresponsive and unable to speak due to the immense pleasure. You were struggling to speak, so your sentence just comes out in broken moans and mewls. Luffy laughs at your fucked out expression and presses a smooch to your neck, making you shudder.

Luffy thrusts his fingers at a faster pace into your pussy while he fucks your ass, kissing your g-spot with his fingertips. “Fuck! Fuck m’cummin! M’cummin’!” Luffy huffs out, his mouth opening while his face scrunches up from the pleasure. You whine out and let out a loud and heavy gasp as your body trembles against his. “I-I’m c-cumming! I’m cumming again! L-Luffy!~” Your walls begin to pulsate around his digits, and you let out a loud moan before squirting out onto the sheets again.

Luffy slams his hips against your ass one last time and keeps them in place, groaning and hissing out as he cums deep in your ass. Your body shudders from the feeling but you felt yourself falling weak from your orgasm. Luffy removes his fingers from your pussy and relaxes his body beside you, his cock still buried deep inside your ass.

You trembled and whined out while Luffy tries to soothe you, shushing you and rocking you back and forth softly. You mewl out softly as his light touch, his four arms hugging you while he peppers smooches against the skin of your neck. “Cmonnnn~ Go ta sleeeeep~” Luffy whispers, yearning for you to go to sleep so he could finally get a taste at your dreams again.

You sigh out shakily before yawning, curling up a bit while Luffy played with your hair. “See ya again tomorrow night…Dream a good dream f’me baby gal~” He whispers one last thing to you before you finally close your eyes, falling asleep so quickly while Luffy lied there waiting for you to begin dreaming.

“G-Goodnight…Lu…Luffy.”

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