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The Sun’s Embrace
💖🖤❤️ Doppio/Hex/Ver x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨.
✧ — Contains: Established Poly Relationship [Doppio/Hex/Ver], getting together, light angst, panic attack, comfort, & fluff
✦ — Word count: 4.5k | Ao3
The boys have started to notice that you’ve been avoiding them, and they have no idea why. Deciding it's time to take matters into their own hands, Doppio suggests a plan of attack. After all, there’s no way this could end badly. Right?
Based on the sentence prompt - “Can I hug you?”
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Standing at your dorm door, one hand tightly clutches at the strap of your bag while the other hovers over the doorknob. “Okay, I can do this.” The statement mumbled, a sort of pep talk as your weight shifted from one foot to the other. “Just do the normal greetings, don’t make eye contact, and make it to the front door.” You didn’t need to glance at the time to know that there was already a high chance the rest of the council members were awake and hanging around in the common room. Hence your panic. ‘I knew I should’ve set another alarm.’ You think, cursing yourself with a groan.
Taking another deep breath to steel your nerves, you throw the door open and rush down the hallway, head faced forward with one goal in mind; interact as little as possible. Upon entering the common room, the scent of coffee and breakfast hits you like a truck. That seems to be all your stomach needs to remind you that eating food is important, growling loudly as if to alert the entire dorm of your presence; causing you to grumble. The room's occupants turn, finding you standing awkwardly in the hall entrance. ‘Well, there goes leaving unnoticed.’
Your attention is drawn to Meloco as she giggles. As she leans against the island of the kitchen, she waves you over. “Well, someone’s hungry! Come on, we have plenty of food here. Well, unless you want donuts.” She looks at the council president from the corner of her eyes. “Ver's pretty much eaten most of those.” She laughs as Ver turns to glare at her, returning it with a small smirk. You hesitate for a moment, however, seeing as only Kotoka and Meloco are currently making themselves some food, you enter the kitchen.
“Ah, I think I’ll just take a wrap. Not feeling like a full-course breakfast today.”
Kotoka pipes up as she hears you and happily walks over to you. “Oh, I’m eating one too! Here I grabbed one for later, but you can have this one. I’ll just take a different one.” After giving her a brief thanks, you make your way to the fridge and grab a water, subtly taking a peek at the other three members. Ver is sitting on the couch enjoying a cup of coffee as he talks to Hex, who is enjoying some tea. ‘ Good, ’ you think to yourself, ‘ they’re in the same spot. ’ After staring for probably a bit too long at the pair, you close the fridge and look around for Doppio. Your eyes scan the room until you find him at the dining table, devouring his breakfast; not at all waiting for the girls that are going to sit with him.
You can’t help the fond chuckle that slips from your lips as you slide the bottled water into your bag. Once that's put away, you start opening your wrap while edging your way back out of the kitchen. “Okay, well, I gotta get going now. I’ll see you all later!” You make a rush for the door, causing everyone to startle; heads tilting simultaneously in confusion. In such a hurry you don’t see Ver quickly stand from the couch and try to make his way to you.
“Woah wait,” he hurriedly speaks up, hand reaching out in an attempt to try to slow you. “I wanted to discuss something with you today. We still have a fair amount of time before classes, so why don’t you sta–” He’s unable to even finish his sentence before you cut him off, the door already half-open in front of you.
“Ah, sorry, Kaichou, really gotta go. Okay, bye!” Your words are a rush as the door is quickly shut behind you. Ver stands there bewildered as he’s left staring at the door for a few seconds, processing what the hell just happened. He only regains his composure when Kotoka's voice suddenly breaks the silence, turning to look in her direction.
“Wonder what they're in such a hurry for.” The half-blonde pouts in thought before gasping, “I wonder if they have a date!” She turns towards the other, a beaming smile on her face. “Why else would they be in such a hurry?”
Ver feels a ghost of a frown cross his lips at the suggestion. However, Hex interjects before he’s able to turn down her suggestion, raising a hand in a calming motion. “Come now, Koto, let’s not jump to conclusions. They could be going to ask a professor about a class or maybe it’s something to do with family. There are many other reasons for them to be in such a hurry.”
“Ah well, I guess you’re right. It’d be exciting if it was true, though!” She laughs as she makes her way to the table with Meloco, the girls claiming the open seats across from Doppio.
“I think you just want a reason to fawn over them, Koto,” Meloco takes a sip from her coffee, then gives her a sly smile. “You’d just fangirl over watching them be all lovey-dovey like watching a Shoujo.”
Kotoka pouts, ready to object, but is interrupted by Doppio joining the conversation. “Ohhh right! That would explain all the manga I see in your room with the people kissing on the cover.”
“Doppio!” Kotoka screeches at him from across the table, trying to reach over to hit him as he just cackles from his seat, leaning back to make sure she can’t reach him.
Ver and Hex watch on, shaking their heads affectionately. Though Hex notices the hint of melancholy on Ver’s face, standing from the couch to talk to him. Reaching a hand out, he gently cups the small of the shorter man's back, the council president's eyes shifting to meet his. Leaning forward, Hex keeps his voice low as he whispers in the other's ear, “What’s wrong? Worried about them?”
Ver sighs and crosses his arms, turning his body slightly towards the other while lowering his voice as well. “How can I not be? I’m sure you’ve noticed it too... They’ve been avoiding us for weeks, Hex. And it’s only been the two of us and Doppio. They seem fine with the girls…”
Hex adjusts his glasses, silent for a moment before he responds. “I’ve noticed it too… I can’t think of anything we’ve done wrong. And even if there was, I’d like to believe they'd tell us… The past few weeks have been the same as always, so what’s changed?” Silence hangs between them as Ver thinks it over, recalling the past few weeks in his mind; not able to pinpoint a single clue that could help them. They’re so lost in thought they almost don’t notice Doppio joining them, Kotoka and Meloco having already left for class.
He looks between them both before questioning, “What’s wrong? You both look like you're thinking hard about something. Is it what we talked about last week?” Their pair of eyes look up at Doppio as he speaks, and Hex is quick to answer him.
“Ah, no no, I think that’s been settled between all of us Dopi.” He gives the taller man a smile before continuing; expression becoming sullen. “We’re worried about what happened earlier, you know, with…”
Doppio’s eyes blink open in recognition, putting his hands on his hips. “Ohhh yeah, what was that about? Do either of you know what’s with them avoiding me recently? They’ve stopped showing up to our weekly game nights!” He pouts, and he drops his head, sulking to himself.
“Okay, good, so you’ve noticed it as well. They’ve been doing it to all three of us then. We need a plan to handle this quickly before things spiral. This isn’t just bad for the council… but for our friendship with them as well.” Ver sighs once again, bringing a hand up to his mouth in thought.
“Actually, I think I have an idea…” Doppio pulls them both into a huddle, explaining his idea to them. Exchanging looks of confusion as the trio talks it out, but eventually, they agree to set the plans in motion. They agree to message if anything came up. They parted ways, heading to their own classes. Though not before Hex presses a kiss to each boys’ temples.
Feeling a little lighter than before, Ver waves them off with a smile. ‘ Let’s just hope that they're willing to cooperate even a little, or else it could all go out the window. ’ He thinks, sighing as the smile slips from his face. Now all they need to do is wait.
Really, that’s all they can do.
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Time passes as your day goes on. It’d be just like any other if you weren’t constantly watching out for the trio anytime they pass you in the hall. Every time you saw them, you’d panic and immediately take cover, trying to calm your racing heart. Ducking behind arches on campus. Sliding into the nearest bathroom until they walked away. Whatever it took to avoid running into them. You hated it. Hated having to avoid them ever since this stupid crush had started brewing in your heart; making you avoid your friends. You’d been content for a long time just being their friend, so why did your stupid feeling decide to spring this on you? Especially for three people!
Letting out a big sigh, your shoulders sag as you wearily tug open the council building's doors, making it back after your last class. Planning to get some work done before passing out, you slide your jacket off and hang it on the coat rack before taking off your shoes, remembering to shut the door behind you. After setting your shoes aside, you take a sweep around the common room – almost sighing in relief when you don’t spot anyone else. Moving further in, you can’t help but notice just how quiet the building is. There’s a chance everyone is still wondering about campus, or maybe a mission suddenly sprung up. The thought helps to ease your tension, heading toward your room. However, just as you’re about to reach out for the doorknob, three tall figures suddenly slide in front of it, startling you as they block you from the safety of your room.
“Ah! What the hell, guys? You can’t just come out of nowhere–” Suddenly, Hex and Doppio are on either side of you, hooking their arms beneath yours and lifting you up. “Wait, what are you doing? Gu–guys? Guys?! Where are we going?” None of them grant you an answer, continuing to carry your struggling body, feet kicking in protest as Ver leads the way toward his room. As though they’ve practiced this before, Kaichou swiftly opens his door and holds it open as the other two pull you into his mini-apartment with ease. The door shuts with a thump, and you're only released when the lock clicks into place.
Both Hex and Doppio take a step back as you scramble to stand straight, turning on your heel to scold them. “What the fuck, guys? Is this some sort of prank? What is Doppio paying you two?” You squint between Hex and Ver. It’s unnerving, however, when they return your gaze with serious expressions. Your arms subconsciously wrap around yourself in comfort, voice cracking as you ask, “Ummm, what's going on he–”
“Don’t act like you don’t know.” Ver steps closer to you, which causes you to step back. He notices, making no further effort to close the distance; subconsciously softening his expression. Looking at Hex and Doppio behind him, they give him subtle nods, and he continues. Locking eyes with you, he asks, “You’ve been avoiding us, haven’t you?” You break eye contact first, seemingly finding the wall behind him to be much more interesting. Ver lets out a heavy sigh as he rubs his temple. “Listen, if we’ve done something wrong, you need to tell us. Because we have no idea, and being avoided like this isn’t gonna solve the problem…”
Hands clenched at your sides, biting down harder on your lip with each of his words, still unable to look at him. You can’t bring yourself to look at any of them. In truth, you’d known it was only a matter of time until they confronted you. It was unavoidable. Though you wish you could have had more time to prepare.
The silence stretches on. Hex lets out a long breath, crossing his arms over his chest, ready to break this standstill – however, you beat him to the punch. “You–” Your throat feels tight, having to force the words out as you try to remember to breathe, “None of you have done anything wrong…”
“Then why have you been avoiding us, darling?” Hex inquires, taking a step forward to stand beside Ver. If you had taken even a small glance at him, you might have seen the worry etched deep into his expression.
The pet name causes your heart to ache, hands moving to clutch at your shirt tightly; almost too tightly. “Be–because…” Frustration builds in your throat as you try to find the proper way to put this. Except, everything you think of just results in you outing yourself. Exposing your crush. Swallowing hard, you close your eyes tightly. It's hard to think over the sound of blood rushing in your ears - your heart pounding. The feelings you thought you could keep quiet bubble up until there’s no choice left but to let them spill out. “Because I’ve been dealing with these stupid feelings for you all, and I hate it! If I just– I thought if I just avoided you all, they’d go away, eventually. They’d have to, right? And–and then everything could go back to normal…” People say telling the truth can make you feel lighter, and yet it feels as though it’s dragged you down further. There’s a knot in your stomach, and the tightness in your throat grows worse; making it hard to breathe. Hell, just knowing you're in Ver’s room makes you feel sick. Standing in the middle of his space, encircled by his things – by him – makes these feelings worse.
Dreading what you think is to come next; the rejection, the scolding, the disgust. Even in your best-case scenario of one of them liking you, the one that does gets mad that your feelings are split. Not trusting you in the process. The anxiety makes you feel small, the knot in your stomach twisting– making you feel like you're going to puke, breathing heavy and shallow.
You’re so lost in your own head you can’t hear them calling your name in a panic. Reality rushing back to you as you register a warmth on your back. Your eyes open – when had you closed them? – except everything seems blurred. Raising a hand to rub blurriness away, it’s only then do you realize it’s because of tears. It takes a moment longer for you to realize you're crouched on the floor and a hand is running soothing circles over your back. Rubbing away what’s left of the tears, you take a deep, albeit shaky breath before looking towards the source of the comforting touch. Doppio is kneeling on the floor beside you, the Duke of Discipline likely having reached you first, but with a glance, you find Hex and Ver close by.
“Wha–” You have to cut your words off with a cough, trying to clear the uncomfortable feeling in your throat. “What happened?” The question had more so been directed at yourself because, really; ‘Tell me I didn’t just have a panic attack over losing them in front of them.’
“Well,” Doppio starts, “you were telling us about your feelings before going quiet. Your breathing had already seemed off, but then you started hyperventilating and practically caved in on yourself. Really scared us there. We thought you were gonna pass out.” The entire time he explains, Doppio keeps rubbing your back, the feel of his touch comforting. A bit too comforting for your complicated emotions right now, honestly. “Hex wanted to use his powers on you, but Ver said it might just make you panic again afterward. But I didn’t want to just leave you alone, so I thought some nice back rubs could help! Is it helping?” His head tilts in such an endearing way that you can’t stop your affection for him from growing stronger.
“Can… I hug you ?” The words slip past your lips without you thinking before quickly covering your mouth. What you hadn’t expected, however, is how suddenly you’re engulfed by Doppio’s arms; zero hesitation as he pulls you against his chest. Your hands shift from your mouth to his jacket, ready to push him away and explain yourself, except– you can’t bring yourself to. No, you don’t want to. Not when it feels so nice. Not when he smells so sweet and like home. Your heart pounds somehow faster when he rests his cheek on the top of your head, holding you tightly. Being so caught up in the hug, you almost miss the other two talking, something about water and finding a blanket; you don’t really catch all of it. Lost in your own world within the comfort of Doppio's arms.
By the time the pair have reappeared, your breathing has steadied, and you feel much calmer than you had before. Except… you still have emotions to deal with, and with every interaction you’ve had the past few minutes, it’s only made them worse. You practically feel the heat radiating off your face, palms sweaty as Doppio slowly lets you go, a rare sweet smile on his face as he looks at you. Embarrassed, you swivel your head away, looking up at Ver as you hear him approach and offer you a hand.
“Come on, let’s move outta my entryway. I think the living room would be more comfortable than sitting on the floor.” Taking his hand, he helps you up with ease, offering you a glass of water once you're steady. You quietly thank him before taking a big sip, the three leading you to the couch. It’s not a long walk to his living room and when you take your spot on the couch, you feel something being draped over you. Looking down, you realize it’s a blanket. One hand reaches up to brush against the soft fabric, while the other clutches at the cup of water in your lap. The couch dips beside you, and naturally, you turn your head to find Hex taking claim to one spot next to you. He’s sitting in such proximity to you, his thigh practically touches yours, his body angled in your direction.
Jerking your head back down, you stare at the water in the cup, trying not to acknowledge the closeness. This gives you a chance to see Doppio settle himself on the coffee table in front of you, not offering many places for you to look other than at your lap. Lucky for you, Ver speaks up, sitting on the other side of you; thankfully, at a more respectable distance.
“There we go. This is much better, right?” He watches the way you nod stiffly. The council president’s gaze softens as he watches you and speaks even softer as he places a hand on your back; replicating what Doppio was doing earlier. “Listen, we aren’t mad or upset at you for the way you're feeling. It’s okay to feel things and sometimes emotions change over time. That doesn’t make them bad, it just means that – in this case – you’ve found yourself more comfortable with us, right?” Ver chuckles, endeared as he watches the way you turn to look at him; shocked eyes locking with calm, muted magenta.
Shaking your head, your gaze shifts back down before returning to him, expression pensive. “Ar–are you sure? I mean it’s…” You pause, swallowing hard. “It’s not just feelings for one of you, it’s all three of you. Won’t that complicate things?”
Doppio laughs, quickly drawing your attention to him. “No, not at all! This works out perfectly for us. It's a win!”
“... Huh?” You tilt your head, looking at him with utter confusion.
“Well,” Hex finally speaks up from the other side of you, drawing your attention to him now, “he could have said it better, but we’ve actually been discussing our feelings for you and each other for a few months now, darling.” He chuckles, placing a hand lightly on your knee. “We all came to an agreement that if you liked us too, we’d share or even officially get together. We’ve been careful to keep it private for the past few weeks. Didn't need people butting in and asking questions when we didn’t even know if you liked us or not. I mean, we wanted you to be a part of us from the very start…”
Blinking a couple of times, you can’t help but stare off into space, completely baffled by this new information. Once you give it a moment, you gather enough of your senses back to speak. “Wait, wait …” Your head twists around, looking towards each of them before settling back on the therapist beside you. “So all this time that I’ve been avoiding you, the three of you have discussed this? And… and you like me back?”
“I’d even go so far and say ‘I love you’, but Ver told me to save that.” Hex laughs as he watches you get immensely flustered, sputtering out your words. Ver, reaching around you, lightly hits him on the arm and gives the taller man a soft glare.
“Well, so much for ‘ saving ’ that…” He sighs before leaning a bit closer to get your attention, moving his hand to your shoulder. “But yes, we all like you. Though, even if we didn’t, there was no need to be so scared about talking to us about it. I might be the council president, but I am also your friend. I’m sure the other two feel the same as well.” He looks to Hex and Doppio for confirmation, and both nod in agreement.
Seeing that, you can’t help but huff, shoulders relaxing a bit. “I guess… I guess I over-complicated it by avoiding it, didn’t I?” The trio nods in unison, causing you to let out a bigger huff. “Well shit, what else is new…” Taking a deep breath, you set your water down on the coffee table, careful not to set it too close to Doppio. You look at Hex’s hand on your thigh and Ver’s hand on your shoulder before gazing at Doppio, who’s sitting in front of you. Taking in the fact you have three new boyfriends now, you pat the hands that are on you, looking around at the trio. “This is definitely a surprise, but I… I’m glad that it worked out so well. I feel really bad for avoiding you all for so long, though, so I’ll have to find some way to make it up to you.”
“Hehehe~” The three of you hear Doppio let out a mischievous giggle, which instinctively makes you nervous. “I can think of a few ways, but I think I got the perfect idea for this specific scenario!” He scoots to the edge of the coffee table, leaning forward so he’s just inches from your face.
“U–uh,” You slightly panicked, looking to the other two for help. Bad idea. The pair – who had quickly picked up on the duke’s idea – decide to play along, leaning their faces closer to you as well. You don’t know whether the heat you feel is the blood rushing to your face or their breath fanning across your skin, quickly looking between them as you plead. “Gu–guys, come on. No need to get so hasty! I can, umm, do chores for you? Or maybe, uh, laundry! I know nobody likes doing laundry!”
“Aww look, our baby’s getting all embarrassed.” You glare as Hex teases you further, his words dripping with honey, as his thumb draws circles along the side of your knee. “What? Don’t want kisses from your new boyfriends?”
You pout in response. “No, no, I do. I mean, um, fuck– I just–” Your mind spins as your heartbeat pound in your ears, hands gripping at the fabric on your thighs. They don’t give you time to think, taking your words as consent as they move closer; lips colliding with your skin. Doppio reaches his hands forward, placing one on your knee opposite Hex’s hand, and the other grips the therapist’s arm as he places a chaste kiss on your lips. Ver and Hex – seeing as your lips are occupied – kiss your cheeks. Ver’s are feather-light and slow, whereas Hex’s are a bit more forceful and quick. You feel nearly overwhelmed by all the sudden affection. The only thing you're able to muster is kissing Doppio back, puckering your lips every time he briefly pulls back. You can feel how he smiles against your lips, giggling as he fulfills your silent requests.
A few minutes pass of them just showering you with kisses, and when they deem they’ve had sufficient payment, they pull back; smiling as they’ve left you in a different kind of daze now. You wonder if this is how the Pokemon Spinda feels, tottering about. The men can’t help but laugh, completely endeared as Hex snakes his arm around your waist to keep you steady, as you recollect yourself.
Placing a hand on your chest, you take slow deep breaths before asking, “I’m gonna have to get used to that, aren’t I?”
“Mhm! Let’s see you avoided us for…” Doppio starts counting on his fingers before shooting you another mischievous smile. “A week and a half? So we have a fair bit to make up for.” You let out a nervous yet amused sigh as Doppio makes this arrangement in front of you, knowing that you can’t argue your way out of the hole you’ve dug yourself.
‘Oh boy, I’m really in for it now, aren’t I?’
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Bonus added by Mod I ✨ as a funny hehe haha:
The four of you have ended up in a cuddle pile, barely fitting all together on Ver’s couch. Said man suddenly stiffens against you. You shoot him a curious glance as he pulls back enough to glare at the counselor beside you. “Hex?”
“Yes, dear?” He smoothly replies.
“Is that your hand on my butt?” You have to smack a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh.
“It’s an accident.”
“...........It’s still on my butt, Hex.” The glare on the council president’s face is dark. However, Hex just smiles sweetly back.
“It’s still an accident.”
“Hey no fair!” Doppio whines, sliding his hand down beside Hex’s. “If Hex gets a handful of Kaichou, I want one, too.”
“Get out.”
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How Do You Faze A Sorcerer?
💜 Shu Yamino x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨. ⏌
✧ — Contains: Established Relationship, NSFW 🔞, oral (male receiving), light dirty talk, & light muscle k!nk
✦ — Word count: 4.3+ | Ao3
It’s been a while since you and your boyfriend really had any time to spend with each other, resulting in you both feeling a little more touch-starved than usual. Although Shu really needs to finish his work, you can’t help but see how far he’ll let you go to get some of his attention.
Part 1 of Under-The-Desk Shenanigans
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Shu is an interesting person to be dating. From the small pranks, he would play on you — to his insane memory, buying things you had offhandedly mentioned months ago. Without a hint of hesitation, you could say he was a unique boyfriend. And one you loved very much.
The only thing that honestly threw you off was his ability to absolutely dodge when you're trying to fluster him. It actually had been a minor problem before you’d started dating; not really knowing if he liked you or not. You were only a hundred percent sure when he was standing right in front of you, confessing how much he wanted to go out with you. Man, that was a veritable whirlwind of a day.
Currently, you were on your way over to Shu’s place. Seeing as he had given you a spare key, you invited yourself in. As you were hanging up your coat, subsequently sliding the keys into one pocket, you heard footsteps coming down the hall. About ready to turn and greet the sorcerer, except you jumped when muscular arms suddenly wrap around you. Giggling, you leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, looking up at him. “Why hello there? Feeling quite affectionate today, aren’t we?”
Shu smiled, his eyes squinting happily as he looked at you, and that was enough to cause a rush of heat to your face. God, you loved his smile. “More like trying to make up for the fact that I’m kinda busy with something right now.”
Your smile dropped into a pout, reaching a hand to pinch his arm lightly. “Shuuuu! You should’ve told me. I would have stalled on the way here!” The sorcerer laughed at the way your voice whined. He planted a chaste kiss on your forehead before releasing you from his grasp.
You turned towards him as he stepped back, seeing fully now that he was still in his sorcerer attire but missing many key accessories. As he saw you pout, he was quick to explain himself. “I’m sorry, but I’ll be real quick, I promise! I just need to make my schedule for this week. It shouldn't take long, and then we can hang out and do whatever you want.” He pokes your forehead and smiles. “Does that sound good?”
Huffing, you rolled your eyes but nodded your head all the same. “Fine… I concede, go get your work done…ya nerd.” Shu gasps in mock offense, albeit still with a smile on his face, before heading back to his room.
Sighing, you decided to make yourself comfortable. Shu was clear at the beginning of your relationship that whenever you come over, you could treat this like your second home. At first, you were hesitant, but it’s been a good while now, and you come over so often that you have a small routine now. Slipping off your shoes, you put them beside his at the door. Making your way to the kitchen, you decided to make some tea while you wait, thinking that the process would take long enough that waiting for him wouldn’t seem so unbearable. You moved swiftly, already knowing where he kept everything in the kitchen. While you were preparing your drink, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander as to why you were here.
You have been feeling awfully lonely the past few days. Just feeling like you need more affection as of late. And who better to get it from than your pretty, and incredibly buff, sorcerer boyfriend? You just… haven't brought it up to him yet. And you know he said he had work to do, and you didn't want to bug him but… Okay, maybe it was a bad idea to dwell on it. Quietly whining to yourself, you try to prepare your drink faster. Maybe he’d at least let you sit in there while he worked.
Once the drink is ready, and you’ve cleaned up after yourself, you carefully take hold of the mug and make your way toward his room. Shuffling down the hallway before coming to a halt in front of his door. Leaning your head towards the wood, you try to keep an ear out for any talking. When you don't hear anything, one of your hands remains around the mug and the other raises to knock lightly against the door. There’s a moment of quiet before you hear Shu call a muffled “Come in!” from the other side. Opening the door slowly, your head peeks into the room just enough to see him seated at his desk. Your eyes meet his as he turns to look over his shoulder at the sound of the door opening.
Shu couldn’t help but chuckle; amused at how quiet you were trying to be. Normally, you would knock and wait for his response before walking straight in and making yourself at home on his bed. ‘Something must be up’, he thought as he turned his chair fully to face you. Giving you a small smile, he asked, “Hey there, did you need something?”
Fidgeting with the mug in your hands, you felt your body heat up in embarrassment. Now that you were here, you felt a bit childish. Yet you couldn’t lie to him. It was very hard to lie to Shu. Taking a deep breath; you move further into his room so you are no longer hovering in the doorway. “I just, umm, wanted to see you is all…”
The sorcerer raised an eyebrow. “Is that all you wanted to do?” He kept his gaze on you, trying to get a read on your emotions, making it difficult for you to maintain eye contact. Except averting your eyes didn’t help much. Whether it was his sorcery or just his eyes, you could still feel them on you.
With a huff, you visibly deflate, finally fessing up. “Nooooo… Could I–can I just hang out here? I really missed you and–” You pause, your lips pressing together in a line before glancing back up to his face. His gaze was softer than before, causing you to feel even more embarrassed than you already were. Quickly averting your eyes again, your face feels extremely hot. “I–... I just really wanna be around you right now. Can I, like, sit in your lap or sit next to you or something?”
Shu chuckles but does not outright refuse. He’s been feeling a bit affectionate today as well; a reason he didn't want to tell you that he had things to finish today. But work is important. He glances at his monitor and then back at you, thinking over the options you’ve given him. “I think… you being in my lap might be too distracting. And I also don’t have a spare office chair for you to pull up next to me…” He seemed to contemplate his options, one hand tapping at the arm of his chair. Any direct contact would just make him slower in his work. You were very cute, after all. How could he not end up being distracted if you were sitting so close to him? “Would sitting on my bed be alright, babe? I promise I’ll be as quick as I can with the schedule.”
Your expression dropped a bit, but you quickly regained a smile. It was something, at least. “Sure, as long as I’m in here with you, I’ll be good.” You swiftly made your way to his bed, picking the corner closest to his desk. Stretching your body in order to place your mug down on said desk, before shuffling back and pulling your legs up to sit criss-cross on the plush bed.
Shu sighed in relief before leaning over to brush some hair out of your face, looking at you lovingly. “I promise I’ll work fast, then you’ll have my undivided attention.” And with that, he pulled back and got back into work mode. Typing away and occasionally checking the shared calendar for plans and collab's, as well as checking Discord and Slack for any responses.
And the pair of you stayed like that for a while. Scrolling through your phone, occasionally looking up at the progress he was making on the schedule. 'Man, those things look complicated to make. Having to check permissions, wait and check on potential collab's, and get all the time zones correct; ugh.', your brain hurts from just thinking about it. The longer you looked at it, though, you knew it would take a while - even with Shu working at max speed. You bit back a sigh, eyes closing in disappointment. 'Why did my dumb emotions have to act up today? ' You open your eyes again, peeking at your boyfriend. Completely immersed in his work, purple eyes flickering around his monitors.
Your eyes trail over his face, thinking about how handsome and pretty he is. Thinking about him looking at you and the way his expression softens whenever he does. His cute smile when you lock eyes with each other. The way his hands softly caressed you whenever he held you. Cupping your face or your neck, running a hand along your side… You were getting more restless the more you thought about it; your mind quickly spiraled into more… inappropriate things. Shaking your head, you stand up a bit flustered, but with a plan in mind.
Shu looks over at the sudden movement but turns back to the screen just as fast. He thought you were just getting up to go to the bathroom, or maybe you were getting a snack. Continuing to type away, he barely even noticed you coming behind him and jumped a bit when your hands rested on his shoulders.
Leaning down, you bring your face closer to his; breath grazing his cheek as you speak. “Shuuuu…” The sorcerer peaks at you. His cheeks are a bit pink, but he replies to you calmly.
“What’s up, babe? Are you going to get something?” He gives you a soft smile and reaches a hand up to pat one of your hands on his shoulder. You pout slightly, you don’t know if he’s teasing you by feigning ignorance, or if he’s actually oblivious.
Sliding your free hand down his chest, resting your cheek on his now free shoulder. “Shu… baby…” Shu froze. He knew that tone of voice. You rarely pulled it out on him, but whenever you did, it was never for anything good. Or rather; never anything seiso. Shu forces his eyes to remain on his monitor, taking a deep breath to remain calm and retain his innocent smile.
“Babe, you're gonna distract me with your cute face. I swear I’ll be done soon.” His words almost caused you to falter in your plan, but held strong. Lifting your head to kiss him on the cheek, letting your lips linger on his skin. You can see his ears turn pink and you chuckle to yourself. The hand you had sliding down his chest comes to a stop on his stomach.
“Babe, I’m sure you’ve been working all day…” you whined in a teasing tone, using your other hand to play with the strands of his hair as you talked into his ear. “And I have a perfect idea. It lets you still work,” you place a light, feather-like kiss against his ear “and it gives me a ‘taste’ of affection from you.”
The sorcerer peaked at you, the light dusting of blush along his cheeks the only thing visual confirmation that, at least, on the inside he’s flustered. You wanted to get him fully, though. You wanted to see him fully express how embarrassed you can make him feel. He looks at your face, attempting to study it in order to figure out what you're planning. ‘Maybe they just want to touch me… the most extreme thing I can think of would be making out…’ Shu pondered for a moment, before reaching a hand up to pat your head, smiling at you.
“Alright, if it won’t interfere, then go ahead, babe.” You surprise him by taking your hands away, fist pumping in the air. He chuckles at your silliness but is brought into confusion when you then proceed to crouch on the floor. “Umm… hun?" Shu raises an eyebrow, looking down at you. “What are you doing?”
You giggle, eyes full of mischief. “Don’t worry, you’ll see…” Dipping your head a bit, you crawl into the space beneath his desk. After a moment of adjusting, you pop back up in between his legs. Reaching up, you tug at his chair to bring him closer to his desk, resulting in your face being very close to his crotch.
Shu’s hand quickly grips the edge of the desk to stop himself from being moved any closer. His thoughts raced, mentally scolding himself as he fully connected the dots of what you had planned. You look back up at him, flashing him an innocent smile that he knows isn’t genuine.
“What’s the matter, darling?” He huffs a bit from your nonchalant tone but keeps his cool as he quickly tries to think of a way he could counter your plan. In almost no time at all, he returns your false innocent smile with one of his own, causing you to almost pout.
“Nothing babe, you just startled me. I’ll get back to work now.” He adjusts and actually scoots in this time, causing you to shuffle back a bit. Shu’s hands and attention returned to work, typing away as you heard the telltale ‘click-clack ’ of his keys. Mentally, you curse to yourself. He wasn’t planning to budge an inch. However, just because he won this mini-battle didn’t mean he won the war.
With newfound vigor, and an intense desire to see him flustered, your hands reach up to unbutton his shorts. Pulling the zipper down, you bring your face closer to his crotch, intentionally letting your hot breath fan against his boxers. Glancing up at Shu, you notice his face is a bit redder than before, but otherwise, he remains solely focused on making his schedule. You huff, looking back down at his length, attention now firmly on his cock. ‘We’ll see how long you can keep up that calmness, babe.’ Moving his boxers down slightly, you gently helped his cock out. Seeing his leg twitch from the contact caused you to smirk a bit. You examined how he wasn’t hard yet and, with a light grip, started stroking.
Above you, Shu took a deep breath as he felt your hand start to stroke him, reminding himself to keep all his concentration on the monitor. Shu couldn’t let you win in this little game. Not when he also liked to tease you.
Taking your hand away for a moment, you licked at your palm. Getting it nice and lubed with saliva before you wrapped it with a tighter grip around his length. Stroking with more intent now, you started to feel his cock harden. Pre-cum starts to collect at the tip. As your thumb rubbed over his tip, you felt him twitch in your hand, his breathing getting a bit heavier than before. He’s still not making a sound though, not even showing that he’s turned on, which only means you would need to go further.
Licking your lips, you slide your hand down slowly, and with your other hand, you push your hair back as your mouth moves closer. You begin to press kisses to his cock, sighing in pleasure as you do. With your hand stroking closer to the base and your lips pressing kisses, his twitching became more frequent and you could taste the pre-cum as it started to leak more and more.
Shu’s eyes widened a fraction at the sudden feeling of your soft lips on him and darted a hand up to cover his mouth. On the outside, he looks fairly unfazed, clicking away in ‘After Effects’ as he works diligently. Inside his mind was a different story, however.
The sorcerer was struggling not to make any noise and his brain was arguing with itself; one side wanted to drop work and just focus on you taking care of his cock and the other side knew he needed to get this schedule done. He closed his eyes to collect himself, yet they shot back open at what you started to do next.
Still not getting a reaction from him, you could feel a bit of frustration start to bubble within you. So, with that frustration, you wrapped your mouth around his cock and swirled your tongue around him. A strained sound reached your ears, quickly drawing your eyes to his face. Sadly, or luckily in Shu’s case, he was quick to correct himself. His eyes remained focused on his screen, seemingly unbothered by your actions. Taking him deeper in your mouth, the hand you had at the base moving to caress his balls; Intent on giving him the best blowjob you could muster. It wasn’t as if you were completely unaffected either. You feel the heat begin to build, your thighs clenching together; sighs muffled as you bobbed your head.
Shu was tense in his seat. He is determined not to move his hips into you, no matter how amazing you feel. If his hand wasn’t covering his face, you would see just how red he is, his lips slightly parted. ‘God, it feels so good… it’s taking everything not to just look down. Don’t know how much longer I can ignore them…’ The grip he had on his computer mouse was tight, and the hand against his mouth had his nails slightly digging into his cheek. He scrambled to think of a way to regain control; to not fully melt into your teasing. Shu’s eyes blinked quickly as an idea popped into his head. With a quick glance, he enacted his plan, removing his hand from his face.
You were so focused on pleasing him, your eyes closed, you didn’t notice Shu’s hand making its way down to you. It wasn’t until you felt his fingers on your hair that your eyes opened, thinking you'd finally gotten him. That thought was short-lived as you felt him collect your hair into a ponytail, tilting your head up to look at him. Only being used to Shu softly petting your hair when the two of you were intimate like this, you are more flustered than you’d like to admit. His grip was tight, and you swallowed back a moan that you didn't realize was building up.
Looking up at the source of your embarrassment, he hadn’t even looked down at you, his other hand still working diligently. Your ministrations hadn’t stopped but had slowed a bit from your moment of shock. With a deep breath, you return to your previous pace as your thighs rub together. Feeling more aroused as the hand in your hair had unintentionally positioned your head to constantly look up at him. Yet that bubble of frustration returned with a vengeance. You were supposed to be seeing him flustered, not the other way around!
Fully embracing the heat that had built up inside you at this point, moaning and signing into his cock. Your thoughts are a mess, your eyes taking in every feature of your sorcerer boyfriend, as it only fueled you more at this point. Eyes trailing down, you can’t help but look at the arm holding your hair, the muscles flexing as he keeps a firm grip on your hair as you bob on him.
It’d be no lie to say that Shu Yamino has gorgeous arms. They are well-defined and, in the words of his friends, 'jacked as fuck'. Which got a good laugh out of you the first time you hung out with them. You don’t know exactly why his arms are so muscled, especially since Shu doesn't really like to work out. It being in relation to having to deal with sorcery and curses is the primary theory you have. However, you didn’t really care at this moment, as just looking at the way his arm flexed filled your lust-clouded mind with all sorts of thoughts. Mind spiraling, you removed your hand from the base of his cock and started to take more of him down. Deep-throating him as your eyes remained locked on his arms, mouth-watering to a point where the extra saliva leaked from the corners of your mouth.
Shu gasps, the feeling of you taking all of him into your mouth, sending shivers up his spine. He lets out a barely audible “Shit...” before peeking down at you. If he had been any further gone, he thinks he could cum on the spot. You are fully dedicated to sucking him off, no longer worried or caring about flustering him anymore. He was quick to notice the way your eyes focused on his arms, and the way your thighs rubbed together to give yourself some form of friction; your hands firmly set on his thighs. Seeing just how enraptured you were, he finally allowed his body to relax, now showing the full signs of his pleasure as his cock twitched, itching for a release.
He’s surprised when you suddenly remove your mouth from him, panting heavily as you blurt. “Shu, please cum in my mouth. Baby, please cum in my mouth.” The words came out as a whine as you look up at him briefly, before getting back to deep-throating him. He didn’t think you even registered his flustered face before you got back to work. Though he didn’t ponder too long on it as he felt more heat creep across his face from your words. That alone was enough to get him to the edge. He takes his other hand off his mouse, grasping the armrest of his chair as he looks down at you; hips jerking upward softly.
Moaning against his cock, you feel him pushing further inside your mouth ever so slightly. The hand grasping your hair tightened, but never pushed you in further. Your eyes meet in sync. Shu rolled his hips, voice coming out as a low moan as he spoke. “Babe… I’m cumming.” You nodded your head vigorously, eyes closing as he came into your mouth. Pushing your head all the way down to the base, you took it all in your mouth; swallowing every drop as it came. Both his hands moved to hold your head, no force being used as he ran his thumbs over your cheeks.
By the time you gulped down every last drop, Shu had composed himself. Although he is still flushed from what just happened, his face had a calm smile on it. While you pulled your head back, your eyes opened and trailed to his; your hair is a mess and mouth is wet from a combination of drool and cum. He lightly pushed some stuck hairs away from your face as you took a few deep breaths in order to calm yourself a bit.
You smiled mischievously, not wanting to show how much his soft touch affected you and how turned on you still were. “Told you we could do that while you work.”
Shu chuckled and shook his head. “I think your plan backfired a bit, babe.”
Your eyes widen. “You knew???”
“Haha, I could tell you were up to no good from that tone of voice you used earlier. Plus, getting under someone’s desk… There are only a few ways that you could take that.” With a huff, you looked away as Shu pressed his palms into your cheeks to squish your face. “You did fluster me a bit in the end. So I guess we both won.”
“Yeah, true,” Pouting a bit, you take a few more deep breaths, calming yourself down from how worked up you had gotten. Still feeling very horny. The sorcerer pulled his hands away from your face, tucking himself back in after cleaning himself off with some tissues on his desk. As he looked back down at you, he could see your thighs tightly pressed together. He figured with how ‘ into it ’ you seemed that you were getting turned on as well; his head leaned down to meet yours, making you look up at him from the proximity.
Gasping as you see your boyfriend's face inches from yours, you question him. “S-Shu, why are you so close?”
His mouth opens before closing again, a bit of heat returning to his face. “Do you… can I give you some help?”
Blinking up at him, your head tilts to the side as you think for a moment. “Mmmm…” a smile tugs at your lips before shaking your head. “No, I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? I know it was a game but—”
You give one of his thighs a pat before leaning in enough to press a kiss to his cheek. “It’s really fine babe, thank you, though.”
Shu watches you for a moment before nodding and moving his chair back so you can get out. “I think we should get you some cold water and maybe a cold shower - you’re kinda messy, Babe” He laughed, and you pouted, standing up and minding the desk so you don’t bump your head.
“Hey! I–I’m not that bothered or anything!” Shu chuckled as he placed his hands on your waist, looking up at your standing form.
“Of course not.” He didn’t believe you at all. “I'll get some extra clothes for you, and I’ll clean our tea mugs. Oh, and I grab you that water while you get yourself collected. We can’t hang out if we're both too tired to.” You sighed, he was too good at reading you, and most of the time it was at your disadvantage. He was right though, you had wanted to hang out when you got here; still wanted to. Despite this little distraction you planned. You nodded along with his words before leaning down to peck his cheek again.
“Thank you for indulging me, babe.”
“Of course, anytime.” The sorcerer pauses after saying that, before letting out a flustered laugh. “Well, maybe not when I’m supposed to be working.” You let out a loud laugh, lightly smacking his arm. 'God, he is such a dork.'
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Take A Break, Won’t You?
💙 Ike Eveland x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨. ⏌
✧ — Contains: Established Relationship, NSFW 🔞, oral (male reciving), Dom!Ike, slightly bratty Reader, teasing, & hair pulling
✦ — Word count: 5k+ | Ao3
The novelist is in the middle of writing one of his greatest stories yet. Except, he’s been so engrossed in writing that he hasn’t paid much attention to you as of late. Luckily for you though, you know just how to push his buttons to gain his attention.
Part 2 of Under-The-Desk Shenanigans
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Ike is a very brilliant man. His mind can conjure up some of the most creative and enthralling ideas you’ve ever heard. Ranging between the most fantastical of fantasy to the more mundane and down-to-earth slices of life. Truly, he is one of the most hard-working people you know.
The only downside to such a person is that he gets completely enraptured by his work. Often forgetting to eat or sleep; and on rare occasions, even forgetting to bathe. Running merely on willpower and caffeinated drinks. Today was one such day, but instead of forgetting to eat or sleep, he’s kinda forgotten that you’re his partner. You know he doesn’t do it purposefully. But even with your godly amount of patience – you too have a limit.
Currently, you are making him a cup of tea. Waiting beside the cup as it steeps, enjoying the smell as you stand in your shared kitchen. ‘Maybe this’ll convince him to take a break,’ you think to yourself. Knowing Ike though, he’ll most likely promise to take one, but just keep on working. Sighing at the thought, you remove the tea bag from the cup and discard it. You pause for a moment before deciding to grab him a muffin as well. “Here’s hoping I can convince him with this.”
Walking down the hall, tea and muffin in hand, you can hear his working playlist before you even approach the office door. Setting the small plate containing the muffin over the top of the tea, you raise your free hand to knock lightly before opening the door an inch. Calling out in a soft voice to your boyfriend, “My love, I’ve brought you some tea and a little snack.”
Ike looks up, hazel eyes landing on you as he adjusts his glasses. He sits up straighter and gives you a soft smile as he locks eyes with you. “Oh, thank you, sweetie. I was just thinking about getting myself a drink.” The novelist makes a beckoning motion with his hand, urging you inside as he says, “Go ahead, come in.”
Following his motion, you step in and nudge the door shut behind you. “Making good progress?” you inquire as you approach his desk, setting down the plate.
He nods while gesturing to his work, showing you the latest page. “Actually, yes, I’ve been on a roll since this morning. Even made it to page one hundred and twenty-five, which is past the goal I had for today.”
Your entire demeanor perks up at his words, excitedly asking, “Does this mean you’re done for the day?”
He freezes for a moment before looking at you sheepishly. “Uhhh, well…” He looks to the side, fidgeting with the chain on his glasses. “I was gonna keep going, honestly. My brain is still moving a million miles a minute, and I feel really motivated.”
You pout at him, visibly disappointed by the news as your shoulders sag. He’s been working like this ever since he woke up; you’re worried he’ll overexert himself. Hell, he’s already showing some signs of it. His eyes look tired from staring at the screen and his posture has gotten worse since you’ve last been in here. You refuse to leave him like this. He watches you in confusion as you turn to grab a chair from the other side of the room.
“Darling, what are you doing?” Ike turns in his chair, following your movements as you drag your chair next to his.
“I’m staying here with you to make sure you at least drink all that tea and eat the muffin. You’ve been working all day. So if I can’t convince you to take a break, I’m staying here. Lord knows when you’ll be done.” When you sit in your chair and look back into his eyes, you can see how apologetic he is. He truly feels bad for making you worry over him, and he wishes he could fight this habit, but it’s just so ingrained in him.
With a sigh, he nods and scoots back into his desk. “Okay. I have no problem with you staying either way, but I appreciate your worry for me. I wouldn’t wanna make you any more upset than you are with me, too.”
You cross your arms over your chest, and with an exaggerated pout, you turn your head. “That’s right, you owe me big time.” His melodic laugh fills the room as you peek back at him, watching as Ike picks up his tea to take a sip.
“Of course, darling, you’ll have me all to yourself after I’m done.” His tone is much softer and you can hear the apology laced in those words. Uncrossing your arms, you get comfortable in your chair, pulling your phone out to busy yourself while he continues his novel. Letting a few moments pass, he slowly gets completely re-engrossed in his work. All the while, you decided it was time to switch tactics. After all, your presence and tea offering failed to convince him to take a break.
Time for Plan B; a more physical distraction.
Moving a bit closer, your chair's armrest bumps into his. You let out a small ‘sorry’, causing him to peek at you instead of your hands. He gives you a quick nod and returns to typing, while you wait another moment before slowly pulling up the armrests of both your chairs, granting you new access to his body. He lets out a startled noise as he feels your head suddenly rest on his shoulder, hazel eyes looking down at you. You return his gaze with an innocent expression, honey-coated words dripping from your lips. “Sorry darling, just resting my head on your shoulder. Didn’t mean to startle you, you're just so… warm.”
Ike blushes a bit at your words, physically pausing for a moment. For a second, he could have sworn he heard something else in your tone. Yet when you just stay there on his shoulder, his suspicions tamp down as quickly as they came. Clearing his throat, he returns his gaze to the screen, adjusting his glasses in embarrassment. “W–well, it’s no problem. Stay there as long as you like.” He wasted no time in returning to his work, but this time, thoroughly flustered.
‘Good, all according to plan.’ you think, fighting down a smirk. You make yourself comfortable, nuzzling and cuddling into Ike’s side. The novelist, on the other hand, was completely still aside from his hands diligently working. Yet what was happening within his thoughts was another story.
He was in a state of frenzy, his thoughts spiraling out of control. It wasn't until this moment that he genuinely grasped how much he had missed having you next to him. He feels even worse as he realizes how much time– the sheer amount of weeks this has gone on for and realizes that this is probably how you’ve felt within that time. He swore then he’d only finish a few more pages so he could then properly give you attention. Except Ike is jolted from his thoughts when he suddenly feels one of your hands on his chest, the heat of your skin sinking into the fabric. One of your fingers lightly traced the buttons on his shirt. He tries to pay no mind to it at first – that is until your hand starts trailing lower and lower. “Sweetie,” he keeps his tone even, looking down at you, “what are you doing?”
You look back at him with the same innocent eyes as before, but he swears he sees a hint of mischievousness in them. “Don’t mind me; just preoccupying myself until you're done. Am I being distracting?” Your last question has a slightly smokey tone to it, and you can’t help but giggle as you watch Ike’s cheeks get brighter as he grows more flustered.
“U–uh not at all…” He pauses as he averts his eyes back to his computer. Taking a breath before speaking again, “I’ll only be doing a couple more pages, so this won’t take too long.”
You let out a drawn-out ‘Mhmmm’ as you circle the lower buttons on his shirt. With how you were currently positioned, you could hear the way he swallowed hard. He’s almost there, you can feel it. Just a bit more teasing – a few more sweet words – and then you’ll have his full attention.
The realization was slowly dawning on the novelist. There was no way this couldn’t have been a formulated plan. All the honeyed words, the soft touches– a plan to distract him. And if he was honest with himself, at any other time, he likely would’ve given in already. If only he wasn't in the middle of writing an integral part of his story. He hopes by telling you that he’s almost done, that you won’t take the teasing any further. That’s what he hopes at least. Ike, however, knows you. He’s spent more than enough time with you to pick out your tells, just as you’ve learned to pick up on his. He just prays you’re not in a particularly devilish mood today.
Settling back in, a good half hour passes with you just resting against him – occasionally messing with his buttons from time to time. You didn’t wanna rush your plan. That wouldn’t be fun. And honestly, you want him to welcome the distraction. A frustrated Ike Eveland was attractive, but you didn’t want to frustrate him to the point of actually being upset. Peeking back up at him, you note that he’s no longer tense from your earlier actions. Hazel eyes glazed with focus and his lips pursed in concentration. It’s honestly adorable and if you weren’t feeling so touch-starved you wouldn’t have minded staying like this. Alas, you wanted some harmless payback.
Wetting your lips, you slowly take in the skin on his neck before lightly kissing it as you nuzzle your face into him. Immediately his attention is returned to you, head tipped down to look at you, lips parted as your action had surprised him. However, you just giggle and continue to pepper his neck with soft kisses. Ike makes a noise and you can feel the vibrations of it with the way your lips are pressed against his neck. Sliding your gaze up, you find his face is a mix of flustered and pouty, his eyebrows furrowed to match his emotions.
His eyes search yours as he speaks, a slight franticness to his voice, “Hun, please, I promise I’m almost done. No teasing, okay?”
You wet your lips again in response, catching the way his eyes flicker down for a second before he returns his gaze to yours. “Teasing? Me? I’m just giving you some kisses. It’s been so long–” you draw the word out, intentionally pouting your lips so they continue to brush against his neck– “since I’ve gotten one from you.”
Ike furrows his eyebrows, a slight pout forming on his soft lips. “And I will give you all the kisses you want when I’m done.” His tone is firm but gentle as he makes his point. One of his hands accentuated his words as he spoke. Sighing, he turns his attention back to his computer. “No more teasing, sweetie.” With that, he gets back to typing, determined to not be distracted anymore; keeping his focus on the novel.
Yet the second his eyes return to the screen, a smirk curls against your lips. ‘Perfect, he’s getting frustrated. Time for the finale.’ As you nuzzle into his neck once more, you continue to pepper light kisses on his neck. Letting your lips linger on a few, the hand on his chest moves to unbutton his top shirt button. Your eyes stay locked on his expression, watching him the entire time as he tries to refrain from letting you distract him further. Yet by the pink of his ears, you can tell your touch is working.
Keeping an excruciatingly slow pace, you unbutton another button. Fingers playing with the fabric on his shirt, the skin of your hand just lightly grazing his bare chest. Ike closes his eyes tightly for a second, attempting to calm his breathing. He can’t let you win. He's stubborn. But he knows that you are, too. In the process of him trying to control his breathing, it suddenly catches in his throat – feeling your tongue lick at his neck, causing his body to tense and shiver.
“Hmm?” You chuckle as you bring your hand up, using a finger to turn his head towards you. “What’s wrong? Something bothering you?” You bring yourself closer, noses barely touching, as you say in a hushed voice, “I thought you were gonna continue working?” As you observe, his eye twitches and his face becomes increasingly red from frustration and embarrassment. You slide your hand into the newfound opening you had made in his shirt, sliding it down to undo a few more buttons, your eyes following the path of your hand. Before you can fully get down to his stomach, you feel a firm hand wrap around your wrist. Looking back up at your boyfriend through your lashes; continuing to act innocent even if he doesn’t buy it anymore.
The novelist lets out a deep breath as he continues to watch you. The look in his hazel eyes is intense. He’s figured out the game you're playing and as much as he doesn’t want to let you win, he’s just as touch-starved as you. His frustration mixes with his bottled-up affection. He just wants you; wants to touch and tease you back. Ike pulls you closer by your captured wrist, wanting to kiss you.
Except he’s left you wanting for so long; you can’t just give him what he wants so easily. Tilting your head away slightly, his lips press against your cheek instead. When he pulls away, he’s met with your half-lidded expression. “Uh-uh, come on Ikey. Did you think I’d give you what you want after you’ve deprived me of what I’ve wanted for days?” With a breathy tone, you lean closer to his ear, “I know you’re frustrated, but whose fault is that?” With how close you are, you can hear the sound of his teeth clenching in vexation as your warm breath brushes against his ear.
He lets out a huff, and you chuckle as you pull away. Feeling quite pleased with yourself as you’ve successfully gotten him frustrated and aroused. Removing your wrist out of his hold, you grab his as you stand from your chair, pushing it aside as it’s completed its purpose. With a little shove, Ike’s desk chair easily rolls back as you make space to scoot in between him and his desk. Using your knees to knock his legs further apart to make room for yourself. Lifting a knee to place on the open space on his chair, right in between his thighs, you use your free hand to brace yourself on the back of the chair as you hover over him. “You can keep working, babe. But I think I should help with your growing problem down there.” You both simultaneously look at the ever-growing bulge in Ike’s pants and then back at each other. Ike’s gaze seemed to grow more intense behind his frames – but also a splash of excitement. “Plus, it’ll give me what I want, win-win.” You say with a smile.
Ike gives no resistance to what you’re implying, keeping still in your grasp. Only his piercing hazel eyes tell you everything you need to know. There’s a pause before he finally speaks, his tone deeper – almost exasperated – as he talks. “Fine. I’ll let you do what you want. But–" he gives you a sharp look "I am going to get you back for this. Expect a punishment following this; I won’t be going easy on you.” He feels your hands tremble a bit at the thought. However, you stay firm as you move closer to his face.
Lips grazing his as you speak, “Likewise.” You lean forward and finally connect your lips properly. Ike nearly catches you off guard with how quickly he pushes his tongue in your mouth. You're not complaining though, you want it just as much as he does. He leans his head forward, tongue swirling with yours as he tries to gain the upper hand on you; his glasses bumping against your face lightly. Opening your eyes, you pull back from his lips, his head jerking forward a bit from the sudden action. Your laugh is breathy. “Aww, so pent-up.” He pants as he looks up at you through his eyelashes, eyes conveying annoyance and unhidden lust. "Don’t worry, I’ll help you with that, but we’re gonna do it my way.”
The novelist raises an eyebrow at you, curious about what you have in store for him. Your hands separate from his wrist and he has to hold himself back from pulling you against him – knowing you’d stop if he was too rash. He feels your hand on his chest and he follows it as it trails down, continuing your earlier actions of unbuttoning his shirt as you make your way lower. Ike jolts a bit when you make it to the hem of his pants. The lust clouding his mind enhances his senses, causing your touch to feel like jolts of electricity throughout his body. He looks back up when he hears that infuriatingly teasing, yet alluring tone from you.
“Since you’re so adamant about working, I’ll let you do it. But, I’m going to take what I want from you…” trailing off with a breathy chuckle, you lean closer, lips nearly brushing his ear, “and what I want is your cock in my mouth.” Your voice is a low whisper, and you smirk as you feel him shiver from the vulgarity of your words.
Pulling back, you remove your knee from his chair, kneeling in front of him as you pull him closer by the armrest. He watches as you undo his belt and pants, hands, then gently pulling his half-hard cock out of his boxers. Licking your lips, you slowly start to pump him in your hand, looking up to watch his face scrunch in pleasure. “Mmm, already so close to being hard, that desperate for my lips, aren’t you?”
He scowls at you, composing himself before scooting in closer – startling you a bit. Ike reaches up to adjust his glasses, giving you a small smirk of his own, making it feel as though your stomach was doing flips. “How about you stop talking and get to work? You’re the one who seems eager for it, darling.” Ike wasn’t gonna let you humiliate him completely. He might be sexually frustrated right now, but he could still make you a mess. A precursor to the punishment he’s going to give you later. And quite frankly, you were looking forward to it.
With a huff, you get to work immediately. Building up the saliva in your mouth before spitting in your hand, pumping him with a firmer grip than before. Ike hisses in pleasure, yet is quick to straighten himself out as he consciously returns his attention to his work, continuing to type away at his novel. He lets out a few sighs, his breathing heavy as he works, biting at his lip to keep himself somewhat composed. ‘How the hell am I gonna concentrate with their hand on me like that–ugh, I won’t be able to hold back for very long.’
His little noises only pushed you to continue, enjoying being able to finally touch him, and soon, taste him. Your hand works meticulously and with practice ease, as you feel him grow harder, the wetness of your saliva helping your hand glide across him. When he is fully hard, you pull your hand away, using your other hand to push any hair out of your face before giving his cock a long lick from the base to the tip. Giving it a little kiss and giggling when you hear yet another sharp inhale of breath. Returning your hand to hold him as you lean forward to lick up and down his cock repeatedly, your hand massaging his tip; urging his pre-cum to leak out.
His cock throbs in your hand, feeling the wetness of the pre-cum cover your thumb as you rubbed the underside of his tip. Collecting it, you use it to lube his cock more, stroking it a few more times before you lean your head forward. Your lips give the tip of his cock another kiss before taking him into your mouth, letting your tongue swipe across it slowly.
Ike lets out a low grunt, his thighs twitching from the pleasurable strokes of your tongue. He risks taking a peek down at you; watching as you engulf half of him, feeling it slide down your throat. ‘Fuck, that feels good…’ Biting his lip, Ike’s fist clench on his desk, his breath shaky and voice getting caught in his throat from holding back his noises. His eyes follow your movements, watching you bob your head up and down, feeling your hands move to rest on his legs. The moans and sighs you were making against him weren’t helping, as he felt himself start to throb more into your mouth.
He's surprised when you suddenly lock eyes with him, a whine almost slipping past his lips when you suddenly pull off his cock. Smirking up at him with an intentional licking of your lips – his eyes tracking the movement. “What’s the matter? I thought you were working on your novel, babe?”
Ike lets out a guttural noise before looking back at his screen. His eyes quickly scan the contents before looking back down at you, seeming to contemplate his next move. The novelist weighs between two invisible options before letting out a deep breath, settling his intense lust-clouded hazel eyes on you. “To hell with it…” He sees your eyes widen as he scoots his chair away from the desk, your hands landing on the floor as they fall from his legs. “I can’t take it anymore–just, come on. Please, finish me off. Your mouth feels… exquisite.” His voice was demanding and breathy, and he watched as your expression grew just a bit more flustered; his lips twitching upward briefly in a smirk.
Swallowing hard, you collect yourself before looking up at him with half-lidded excitement. You leaned your body forward, crawling towards him as you held his burning gaze. When you get back in between his legs, your eyes glance down at his cock before looking back to him. “Don’t hold back, baby. I want all that cum in my mouth.” And with that, your mouth took him in again, bobbing your head with just as much vigor as before.
The office is filled with the sounds of both your moans; yours muffled and his quiet with a mix of lustful sighs. Ike watches intently as you suck him off, the wet sounds only driving him closer to the edge. He wanted more–no; he needed more. All he wanted right now was to cum in your mouth. To watch you swallow it slowly, tasting and milking all of him. He watched on, one of his hands tangled in his hair, pushing his bangs back to make sure he could take in the sight of you when an idea struck him. The novelist's free hand trailed its way down to rest on the top of your head, causing you to look up at him from your ministrations.
“Darling,” the pet name dripped from his lips like honey, “how about you take a bit more?” You were about to nod when you felt his hand slip to the back of your head. It took you a moment to register, but he was a bit quicker than your thoughts. “Here, let me help you…” Ike twists his fingers into a good portion of your hair before pulling at it to make you take more of his cock in your mouth. You let out a long moan as your eyelids flutter. This type of desperation from your boyfriend is rare; yet whenever it does happen, it never fails to make you feel heat flaring throughout your body. Your lips and tongue move faster against him, happily taking every inch as his moaning picks up in frequency. His glasses have started to fog around the edges thanks to the heat radiating off his breath. It took every last shred of will not to close his eyes from the immense pleasure.
You could feel his hips starting to softly buck into your mouth, and every time he’d pull your hair it would only spur you on to take more of him – causing you to deep throat his length. His moans were getting more unashamed as you made sure your mouth left no inch of him untouched; getting louder as he chased his orgasm. You feel saliva start to form more and drip down his cock, trying to keep up with his hips; tongue swirling around to give him more friction.
Ike’s heartbeat was heavy in his ears and he felt his whole body tense. He has to swallow hard to keep his voice from giving out as he moans. “Come on darling, so close. I’m almost there…” He reaches the other hand in his hair down to your head, both hands now firmly on your head. The sweat that had begun to form on his forehead, drips down the side of his face; a side effect of your current activity, filling the room with tangible heat.
You feel Ike pull your hair back, making you look him in the eyes; moaning in response to how hot he looked. Keeping eye contact with him, you feel him twitch even more in your mouth. Reaching down to rub in-between your legs to give yourself some relief, wanting to cum along with him; needing the sought-after friction since this began. His eyes widen a bit as he watches your hand frantically rub against yourself, then fully slipping beneath the hem of your clothes, causing him to bite his lip as he pushes your head into him deeper.
“Oh fuck, baby, I’m cumming! I’m– Ah! Come on… be good–hah–swallow it all..” Ike's eyes instinctively close as he cums, cock throbbing and feeling bliss as it all pours down your throat. His back arches in his chair from the pleasure before collapsing back down, sweat-coated chest heaving with his labored breaths.
It’s to the feeling of his warm cum filling your mouth that draws you to orgasm as well, body trembling as you try to keep your mouth closed around him to swallow; your own hand slowing to draw out the pleasure. Your eyes roll back as you drink him in slowly, free hand reaching up to softly massage his balls, wanting every last drop; Ike lets out a cute gasp as you do.
The novelist watches you with breathless wonder, feeling as though he could go again with how debauched you looked. So eager to drink down every drop of him. He swallows hard as you release him from your mouth only to start licking him clean, letting out a soft sigh when you finally pull your mouth away from his softening cock - but not without leaving one last kiss on it as you do. He leans his head back as he tries to steady his breathing, untangling his hands from your hair to wipe away the sweat from his face.
You chuckle as you watch him, slipping your hand out of your pants. As your eyes wander up his body to look up at his face, you wet your swollen lips, speaking up to tease him. “I’m glad I finally got your attention away from your book.” Your voice is somewhat raspy after the act you’d just done. “Maybe I should do this more often when you're overworking yourself, hmm?” You laugh as his head lifts to look at you, a pouty expression on his flushed face.
“You better not…” Hazel eyes squint at you.
“Hehe, well maybe you should learn to take proper breaks then, Ikey.” You stick your tongue out at him playfully and he huffs, defeated.
He shakes his head, a fond look in his eyes. “Fine, but only because you’re not asking. You’re honestly demanding me more than anything, sweetie…” You giggle and carefully stand up, legs a bit wobbly from sitting on them for so long. Ike notices this and scoots forward, grabbing your wrist gently to steady you. “Careful there, darling.”
Nodding in appreciation, you steady your stance, looking down to make sure you're not wobbling anymore. Meeting his eyes, you smile sweetly. “We should go get cleaned up. I’m insisting that we take a shower together, then I’ll leave you alone again so you can finish those last few pages.”
He lets go of you and nods in agreement, tucking himself back in his pants as he does. “Well, how could I refuse, dear? I’ll also give you cuddles and attention, like I said earlier after I’m done. You deserve it after my negligence.” Ike stands up and gives you one of his beautiful soft smiles, making your gaze soften.
“Well, I just hope you learned your lesson. Come on now, I’m sure you don’t like being sweaty either.” You walk happily towards the door, hearing your boyfriend’s footsteps follow behind you.
Just as you're about to leave the room, you feel his hand softly rest on your shoulder, before feeling his soft breath on your ear; his voice has an almost sinister tone as he whispers, “And since I’m recalling things,” a shiver racks through your body, “don’t think I forgot about your… punishment, that I mentioned earlier.” Your eyes widen as you tense and you’re about to look at him. However, he just continues moving past you, making his way to your shared bathroom.
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Mod S 👿: Here I am fighting the Bottom!Ike agenda. Not that it’s shown too much here, but I really tried to mimic his kinda ‘assertive’ nature here (idk how to explain it). I was very heavily going off of how he acts in the Voice-packs and some character mannerisms he’s done on stream too. Anyway, first time writing Ike with smut, I hope I did okay!
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Dancing in Red
❤️ Vox Akuma x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨.
✧ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, NSFW 🔞, semi vanilla, light dirty talk, & multiple rounds
✦ — Word count: 13k+ | Ao3
Intimate moments with your demon lover, Vox Akuma, weren’t far between. Him being as affectionate of an individual as he is. The two of you have been dating for a while, yet you haven’t tried taking anything further in your relationship.
That may change when you ask to visit his home for the first time.
Mod S 👿: There needs to be more soft Vox, so I’ve taken matters into my own hands. Enjoy this 13k mountain of softness and smut.
Reference for his room, and we semi-reference the first few minutes of his first date scenario.
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The trees and scenery around you passed in a blur as you drove down the long road. “Come on, me.” Your grip tightened around the steering wheel. “Don’t be so nervous. Your boyfriend has invited you over to his house for the first time. No need to panic.” It took a few moments before your own words seemed to process in your head. “Oh god–” Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. “I’m going over to his house for the first time!” Quickly and carefully, you pull over to the side of the road, putting the car into park so you could get your breathing under control. Once you start to calm down, you can’t help but chuckle at yourself. Putting the car back into drive, you continued on your way.
Although slightly ridiculous, you felt valid in your feelings of nervousness.
Vox Akuma, voice demon and clan leader of the former Akuma clan, was your boyfriend. As fierce as he is as a demon, he still manages to maintain an incredibly soft and comforting demeanor. Always the first to give encouraging words to those he cares about. When you think about it, it was truly inevitable that you’d fallen for him all those months ago.
The previous times the two of you had spent time together, it was either out in public or in the comfort of your own home. When you had questioned him about it, the demon had explained that he’d wanted you to be comfortable and feel safe when you were together. As a result, you had never visited his home before; waiting till he knew you’d be comfortable. It hadn’t been until last week when you breached the subject that he knew for sure. Asking if he would be okay with you finally gracing his home. Vox seemed ecstatic at the idea, giving you a designated hour and everything. Said he needed time to make his house as welcoming as possible for you. The concept was incredibly sweet, which only caused the butterflies in your stomach to double.
You took in one final deep breath as you watched his house come into view. Even from a distance, you could tell the building was very intricate on the outside. A large garden encompassing the front with a lovely bench placed on his front porch. It was very traditional Japanese in appearance. Which made sense, of course, with him originally hailing from Japan. Though you still couldn’t help but think it was immensely fitting. Parking your vehicle in the driveway, you text Vox about your arrival. Sliding your phone back into your pocket and exit the car, locking it as you make your way up to the front door.
As you approach the door, your hand raises, fully prepared to knock when the door suddenly opens. Your eyes widen slightly as you watch your demon lover casually lean against the door frame; almost like he had been waiting for you. A gentle smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, eyes dancing with delight. “Hello love, I hope the drive here wasn’t too hectic.” His voice was deep and smooth like always, but there was a sweetness in his tone that he reserved only for you. Vox opens the door wider, stepping aside so you have room to enter his home.
The surprise melts away quickly as you offer him a smile, shaking your head fondly. “It was a pleasant drive, actually. The forest on the way here is very pretty.” You stepped inside as you spoke. After shutting the door, he helped you remove your coat, hanging it on the coatrack beside the door. Slipping your shoes off before setting them away, out of the way next to the door as he responds.
“I’m glad it wasn’t a hassle. I admit, one reason I was hesitant to invite you is because my home is fairly out of the way.” He reached out to place his hand gently on your arm, silently asking you to follow him. You give him another smile in silent acceptance, allowing him to guide you further into his home as you continue to converse.
“Well, since you make the effort to come all the way to my house, I should make the effort to come to see you as well. It’s a two-way street Vox.” He smiled at you so warmly that you swear you felt the heat radiate onto your face. Or maybe that was just you getting flustered. Unable to hold his gaze, you look away bashfully. Vox can’t help but chuckle at your reaction. He had merely smiled at you and you were already embarrassed. ‘Utterly adorable,’ he thought to himself.
However, instead of teasing you about it, as he typically would, he just leads you to his living room. As this was your first time here, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander, taking in all the furniture and decor. It wasn’t long before you noticed that he had two mugs, presumably with tea, sitting out on the coffee table. Ready for both your enjoyment as they steamed lightly. What truly caught your eye, though, was the controllers next to them.
Unable to help yourself, you playfully roll your eyes. “I didn’t think you were gonna invite me over just to kick my ass, babe.” Your lips twitch as you attempt not to smile, keeping your fax seriousness. “That’s pretty ruthless.”
Vox pauses before chuckling, shifting his hand from your arm to lightly pat your shoulder. “It’s only me kicking your ass if you suck today~,” He only laughs harder as you turn to pout at him.
“You’re lucky I like you.” You grumble, lightly smacking his arm.
“Yes, I’m very lucky indeed.” He leaned over to plant a small peck on your temple. His giggling picks back up when you make a sound equivalent to a keyboard smashing. With an embarrassed huff, you quickly stride toward the couch and drop down on it. God, he can be so infuriating. This can’t be good for your heart. As you reach for one mug, Vox takes a seat beside you, making himself comfortable. He picks up his mug, taking a drink before speaking again. “Don’t worry about being bad at any of the games we’re playing.” He takes another sip before looking over at you with a teasing smirk. “If I really wanted to teach you a lesson, I’d have put in ‘Smash’.” He sets his mug back down on the table before picking up the controllers.
Setting your mug down, you accept the controller he offers to you. “If you did, I would think I had done something wrong.” Both of you laugh at that. As he gets the system set up, you take the opportunity to settle further into the couch. With a tilt of your head, you watch him for a moment before asking, “So… what are we playing? We rarely play co-op games.”
Before he could answer, the game popped up on the screen. ‘Clubhouse Games’. A decent collection of some classic games. Vox leans back with you, slightly scooting closer to you as he did. “I’ll let you pick the games. I just want you to have fun while you're over here.” You couldn’t help the way your expression softens, yet another smile tugging at your lips. He was so sweet. Even when he teases you, he wants to make sure that you were still having a good time. Not that this was abnormal behavior for your boyfriend. No matter how much he teased, taunted, or egged on those he was close to, he never wanted to push to a point where any of you were genuinely not enjoying yourselves. Not for the first time, the nagging thought prodded at your subconscious that you had yet to find a way to repay him for all the kindness he has shared with you.
Though knowing the demon as you do, he’d likely say your company was repayment enough. Some way or another, you would still find a way to return his love in full.
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Time passes quickly as the two of you have fun. Neither of you realize how late it was getting; the room getting darker as evening crept around the corner. Your only indication of the time is when your phone alarm sounds, causing the two of you to pause. You finish stretching before leaning down to retrieve your phone. Sitting in the same position for so long has started to cause your back to ache. It’s only when reading the time on the alarm that you realize how late it’s gotten. “Oh, crap…” You had set an alarm reminder for when you should probably leave. You still had a work-related project to finish. Even though there was still a lot of time before it was due to turn in, you wanted to finish it quickly so you could spend your time on other things. Turning off the alarm, you couldn’t help but feel this sinking sensation in your heart. ‘I… I don’t want to leave yet…’ you thought with a sigh. A warm hand resting on your shoulder snaps you out of your thoughts.
“Everything okay, love? Is it for something important?” His golden eyes were warm, yet you could tell he was thinking the same as you. Vox didn’t want you to leave either, which only made the decision to leave harder.
“It’s fine. I had set that for a work thingy. So I should… probably go soon. I still gotta cook something for dinner and then–” The more you thought about work, the tenser you got. You had so much to do and, jeez, you just did not want to do it. Not today. Why did you constantly try to make yourself as busy as possible?
Vox could feel the way your shoulders tensed beneath his hand. Shifting his hand from your shoulder to your arm, he began rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. “My dear, you know better than anyone that I can make you dinner. Not an issue at all. Plus, if I’m being frank with you…” He pauses for a moment before continuing, “I don’t want you to depart just yet. And,” he brought his other hand up to caress your chin, gently coaxing you to look at him, “I don’t think you want to either.”
Your lips trembled slightly as a lump formed in your throat. Exhaling, you avert your eyes from him. “Your way too good at reading me,” you sigh, albeit fondly, “but yeah I… I don’t wanna go. Not yet. I mean, I gotta milk how comfy your furniture is before I leave.” You joke in hopes of stopping the butterflies ever-rising in your stomach from how naturally romantic he is. His gaze was already fairly intense on a normal basis – maybe that just comes with being a demon – but it always caused you to feel a mixture of emotions.
Vox smiles and removes his hands from you, turning to collect your mugs. As he stands from the couch, he lingers, tilting his head as he looks over at you. “You know,” He seems to hesitate for a second, wetting his lips before continuing, “I wouldn’t mind you staying the night. Like I said earlier, my house is fairly out of the way. I don’t want you stressing yourself while driving so far when it’s pitch black.” There's a slight shift in his expression. His eyes lidded as his lips quirked in a faint smirk. “My bed is enormous enough for two.” His tone shifted with his last sentence. If you had thought longer on it, you likely would have caught on to the implications of his words. Yet, you were too worried about inconveniencing him to pick up on it.
“Oh Vox, I couldn’t–I don’t want to–” He gently interrupts before you could speak any further.
“Love, it’s okay. If it was inconvenient, I would just drive you home myself. I’m okay with you staying in my home.” Mouth opening and closing a few times, you can’t think of a solid argument. You huff, unable to stop yourself from pouting up at him. The demon chuckled at your expression, eyes filled with love. “If you’d like–” he gestures towards the corridor– “you can go rummage through my closet for some clothes to sleep in. I’ll get started on a quick meal for us.” Still unable to verbally respond, you give him a nod before scurrying your way to his room.
Though not even a second later, you re-entered the room. “Umm… which one is your room?” The laughter that pulled from Vox was boisterous. Once he gives you the directions, you make a hasty retreat.
As soon as you reach the room, you can’t help but stare in awe. It was a very beautiful, somewhat traditional, room. The floor was covered in a nice dark wood that reflected the few beams of sunlight that managed to sneak in with the setting sun. Your eyes can’t help but travel to the slightly elevated part of the room where a large pristinely made bed sat, tatami mats covering the surrounding floor, sliding doors able to hide the area from view. Taking a deep breath, you noted the scent of lavender and leather was much more prominent here than throughout the rest of the house. The sophisticated state of his room caused you to feel a twang of embarrassment over the times he’d seen your room in its occasional hazardous state.
Shaking the thought away, you maneuver your way toward Vox’s closet and drawers. Finding a fair-sized red hoodie and some shorts that were adjustable by a drawstring you could wear. Moving to his bathroom, you quickly change your clothes. Folding up your clothes, you set them aside on the counter before moving on to wash up. Once finished, you head back out to meet Vox in his dining room, where he was already serving the two of you dinner.
Sensing your arrival, golden eyes flicker up to greet you. However, it takes him a solid moment and a double-take before he fully takes you in. His eyes slowly trail over your body. Seeing you in his clothes affected him in a way he hadn’t truly prepared for. It wasn’t even in a lustful way. Seeing you move around his home, in his clothes as he prepared a meal for you… it felt so utterly domestic and his heart swelled with love. ‘Someday,’ he told himself, pushing those thoughts back for now. But someday? He would love nothing more than to make this permanent.
Blinking himself out of the slight daze he’d fallen into, he realized you were still standing in the doorway, shifting on your feet. His staring made you feel a bit embarrassed. With a soft chuckle, he gestured you into the room with a smile. “Sorry, love, you just look really cute in my clothes.” For a second, you could have sworn his expression changed. Yet, once you blinked, it was back to his gentle smile.
Clearing your throat, you finally move further into the room and take a seat before ducking your head to hide your sheepish expression. “U–um, the food looks really good, Vox.” The demon's smile grew at your praise as he took his seat across from you. “Thank you for the meal. Let’s eat!”
The pair of you eat silently at first, enjoying the food. Yet it’s not long before you start looking around, as though looking for something. Vox notices this, cocking a brow at you. “Something the matter, love?”
“Nothing wrong, just,” you sit back fully in your seat with a confused tilt of your head. “I’ve been here a couple of hours. Is Onigiri out today?”
Vox makes a sound of understanding before explaining, “Oh no, he’s actually gone home this month. Spending more time with his wife.”
“Aww, that makes sense.” You can’t help but smile at your next thought. “At least he gets a break from you, then.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” He scowls at you, except you can see the corners of his lips twitching. “In reality, I’m the one getting a break from him!” Your bright laughter fills the room.
The tension you had been feeling before faded as the pair of you have a pleasant conversation, enjoying your meal. Once finished, you help Vox with the dishes before moving back to the living room and reclaiming your spot on the couch. He joins you not a moment after, flicking through Netflix for something to watch. You let him pick what to put on as you leaned into his side. You were positioned somewhat awkwardly; feeling unsure about fully cuddling into him. You don’t know if it was because of your embarrassment or just wanting to be considerate and not cling to him if he needed to get up. Ultimately, you didn’t have to worry about it for too long. Feeling the weight of Vox’s arm shift around you, his hand lightly clasping the shoulder not already pressed against him. When you don't pull away, he pulls you further into his side, allowing you to feel just how warm he is. Releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you all but melt into his side. Basking in his warmth. Feeling extremely satisfied, Vox can’t help but press a light kiss on your head. The hand still on your shoulder runs soothingly over the fabric of the sweater– his sweater.
“You know,” your gaze shifts to find him already watching you, “you do look good in my sweater.”
“Mmm, it is very comfy. I might just steal it from you.” You joke; though you are a little tempted by the thought.
“Cheeky brat.” He mutterers with a fond roll of his eyes.
The two of you remain like that for a while. Snuggled against each other, silently taking comfort in each other's presence. Gradually, you can feel your attention shift from the TV to the demon beside you. Looking up at him slowly, you take in every feature of his face as his focus remains on the TV. Your mind drifts back to thinking of ways you could potentially thank him for loving you as he does. It might seem silly, and you know he would gently scold you for thinking you needed to replay him for such a thing. But you wanted to. The only problem is that there isn't anything you could physically do right at this moment.
Or at least that’s what you thought until an idea popped into your head.
Of the two of you, it was normally Vox who instigated physical affection. It wasn’t that you didn't want to; it was just that your embarrassment and nervousness more often than not overruled your wants of affection. Except tonight, you wanted to change that.
Feeling the heat of your gaze on him, he turned his head to meet your eyes. “Is something wrong, love?” As he spoke, you couldn’t help but let your gaze trail from his golden eyes down to his lips. Vox caught onto that immediately. Testing the waters, he intentionally wets his lips and feels incredibly amused as he watches you grow more flustered. The corners of his mouth twitch in a smile, bringing you back up to his eyes.
“Uh–umm, well I–” You cleared your throat, your attention subconsciously trailing back towards his lips. This time, his lips fully curl into a smile. The hand on your shoulder shifts down to your waist. The motion makes you feel even more bashful.
It’s not as if you haven't kissed before. You’ve done it multiple times. When he visits you. When you separate for the evening. Sometimes he’ll just be feeling affectionate and give you a random peck while the two of you are spending time with each other.
Except, this time, it felt different.
Raising one hand, you gently place it on his chest. The house was silent aside from the comforting white noise of the TV and the sound of your pulse rushing through your ears. Sitting up slightly, you slowly start inching your face closer to his. It’s clear what you want to do, and he’s not pushing you away. Except it seemed like he still wanted to tease you just a bit more. His eyes remained open, staying fixated on you. The expression on his face says, ‘ask me,’ which only causes you to feel more flustered. “Are you…” your voice is barely above a whisper, soft breath fanning against his lips. “Are you gonna close your eyes?” The words are shaky as they leave your mouth. You could feel his laughter more than hear it with the hand you still had resting on his chest.
“Not until you ask me, sweetheart.” His eyes are half-lidded as he peered at you. His gaze filled with love, but once again, that certain emotion you still couldn’t quite pinpoint. The look he’d given you multiple times throughout the day. More prominent now than ever.
He was messing with you again, the tease. You can’t help it when your lips purse into a small pout, but huffing in resignation nonetheless. “May I kiss you… please?” Pushing your face closer with the last word, hoping to entice him out of teasing you further. Your half-lidded gaze pleaded with him to finally let you connect your lips.
Vox chuckles, reaching a hand up to caress your cheek. His voice lowering an octave as he spoke softer. “Of course you can, darling.”
Finally, with permission, you softly plant your lips onto his with the lightest touch, closing the distance. You were still feeling a bit hesitant; not usually the lead in kisses. Vox, however, was calming you down with the circular motions his thumb was making along your cheek. Feeling a bit bolder, you push your lips a little firmer against his. Tilting your head to deepen the kiss as your hand slid up from his chest to his neck. Vox kissed back with the same enthusiasm, yet you could tell that he was fully letting you control the kiss. His motions do not pursue anything more than what you initiate. And you’re grateful for that.
Pulling back after a moment, you drink in the much-needed air, feeling a bit breathless. A mix of embarrassment and intoxication flutters in your chest over just how nice Vox’s lips felt against yours. With your hands still on him, you could feel the way he was also breathing a bit heavier than before. You dare to glance at your boyfriend's expression, only to find his intense gaze already focused on you. Neither of you dared to move. Hands remain firmly on the other, not wanting to pull away fully. A collective thought rang through both of your minds.
‘I want more.’
Moving forward once more, you felt more confident in kissing him this time. He let out a deep sigh of contentment as he moved the hand on your cheek down so that both of his hands rested on your waist. Pulling you closer to him as he fully turned towards you, wanting you pressed against his chest. You also made an effort to get closer as the kiss grew more heated. Both your hands moved to caress his face. Wanting, needing his lips to be connected to yours. It became a priority higher than breathing. Yet you still didn’t feel like you were close enough. Shifting your weight around, you moved your legs, so you were in his lap; effectively straddling him. Being in such a daze, it had yet to dawn on you that you were now making out – Vox’s tongue making itself at home in your mouth.
However, you're abruptly broken from your subconscious state when a whine tears itself from your throat. Frantically pulling away, you cover your mouth as you stare wide-eyed at your boyfriend before darting around the room in a flustered panic. Desperately thinking of an explanation before you heard Vox chuckle, your gaze was drawn back to him. His cheeks were a light dusting of pink, and his lips were moist and red from your previous make out. When you locked eyes with him, you caught sight of that emotion again. And finally, the dots connect and you swallow hard. Lust.
One of Vox’s hands shifted from your waist to your thigh. Sliding ever so slowly inwards towards a very dangerous place causing you to shiver. In anticipation – and panic. Your eyes dart towards the spot as one of your hands jumps to stop him. Immediately, his hand froze in place, and his expression shifted to concern. Removing his hands from you completely, he meets your gaze while apologetically asking, “I’m sorry love, am I moving too fast?” Except you can’t retain eye contact, dipping your head toward your chest. He moved his head forward to try to catch your eyes with his, hoping to get a read of your expression. It didn’t help much though, as you’d shut your eyes tightly. Too embarrassed to look at him.
“U–um yes, but no–I mean–” Your eyes open only to fixate on your hands as you fidget with them between your bodies. With a sigh, you try to swallow around the lump that had formed in your throat. Yet it still doesn’t stop your words from coming out a bit wobbly. “I’ve–uhh, never done anything like this before, so umm..”
Vox looked a bit confused, raising an eyebrow in question. “You’ve never made out with someone before?”
“Umm no, not that! I–uh, I’ve never…” You huffed at your inability to speak properly and quickly blurted out your next words. “I’ve never had sex before.” You were met with silence. The only sounds filling the room was your combined breathing and the no longer comforting white noise of the TV. Your eyes shut once more as you braced yourself for something. Anything.
Realistically, you knew Vox wasn’t going to make fun of, or degrade, you for being a virgin. Except your anxiety was begging to convince you he’d be disappointed. I mean, he’s a 400-year-old demon. It’s practically inevitable that he’s had partners before that were way better at this than you. You just didn’t want him to have a bad time. You heard a huff from him and almost deflated on the spot. Yet you weren’t expecting what came out of his mouth next.
“Darling, look at me…” Vox gently raises his hands to hold your face, guiding your head to look directly at him. Blinking your eyes open, your breath nearly hitching in surprise. You feel a swell of emotions build up within you at the sheer amount of love you see in his eyes. “I know what your brain is doing. I am not disappointed that you have no experience.” He rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs and you put your hands on top of his, wanting the comforting feeling to stay. “I just wish you had told me a bit sooner. We could have had a whole conversation about what to do when you felt ready. If you ever feel ready.” He shrugged his shoulders as he continued. “If sex was not something you wanted, it would not make or break our relationship. I am more than capable of taking care of my own needs.” He laughed lightly, trying to lift your mood.
You take in a shaky breath, trying to calm your emotions. Though your eyes well with tears, you smile at him. He was so perfect for you and to you. Who knew a demon could be a better partner than most humans you’ve met. “I’m sorry, I really should have told you earlier...” Your eyes drift away for a second as you collect your thoughts. “I guess I just felt slightly embarrassed. Especially since I wouldn’t know where to start asking… I’ve never really had anyone I could talk with about it before.” The last part is spoken more so to yourself.
“It’s alright, love. Remember, you can talk to me about anything. There are no stupid questions in this matter.” He shifted the both of you slightly. “Here, lay back with me. We can just chill for the rest of the night.” He starts to remove his hands from your face. But, with your hands still covering his, you swiftly keep hold of them. Vox looks back at you with confusion, tilting his head slightly to express his feelings.
You can feel a lump in your throat but are determined in your feelings, wanting to be honest with him. “Vox, I–” The way your heart pounded so fast in your chest, you swear Vox could hear it himself “I’m ready now,” He looked at you seriously, pulling his hands away to place them on your shoulders.
“Are you sure? Don’t feel like you have to just because we got heated earlier.”
“I’m sure, I promise.” You tilt your head, pressing a kiss on the palm of his hand as your eyes remain locked with his. “I’ve been thinking about it for a hot minute, but like I said earlier… I just… I didn’t know how to ask.” Vox didn’t say anything else, but you could see the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed. He lets you go so he can reach over and turn off the TV. You were about to ask what he was doing, but squeaked suddenly when you felt his large hands on your ass. You’d all but forgotten that you were in his lap. He stands from the couch, causing your arms and legs to wrap around him in paranoia. He can’t help but chuckle at your cute reaction. The demon starts walking down the hall, taking the same route you did earlier, and it only takes you a second to realize he was taking you to his bedroom. You could feel heat begin to well up in your stomach.
Vox set you down as soon as he entered his room, closing his door behind the both of you. “Sit on the bed, love. I have a few things to say before we do anything further.” Confusion washed over your face, but you did as you were told. Moving across his room and past the sliding doors before making yourself comfortable on his plush bed. There's a subtle tension in your body as you watch him remove his suit jacket and put it on a dresser before rolling up the sleeves of his maroon dress shirt. Not really understanding why; you felt the heat between your legs flare up as you watched him, causing you to clench your thighs together.
The demon then proceeded to make his way toward you, sitting so close to you that his thigh brushed against yours. His hand rests on your shoulder before sliding down your arm to turn you slightly toward him. These soft touches weren’t helping your already hormonal brain from imagining all the things his hands could do to you. However, you take a deep breath and try to remain as calm as possible as he begins to speak once more.
“Alright, first things first, love. I need you to tell me how much you know about safe words and the color system.”
“Uh,” your mouth shuts as you think it over. “Well, I know safe words are meant to be like a hard stop. The color system is like the traffic lights, right?” Vox nods his head at your words.
“Yes.” His tone was firm but still caring. “These are verbal ways for the Dom, or person leading, to gauge how their partner is doing without having to break out of a scene. Green is an ‘I’m okay’ or ‘I’m good to continue’. Orange works for a variety of things, but it still stands for ‘slow down, check in’.” He brings the hand on your arm up to your head, softly petting your hair, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible as he continues. “And as you said, red and safe words are for all play to come to an immediate stop. Aftercare should be immediately initiated, and at some point, there should be a discussion about what went wrong.” His free hand reaches up to caress your face. “Never hesitate to say red, or to use your safe word. Understood?” Immediately, you nod.
“Now,” he continues, “because this is your first time I will be taking the position of Dom.” Your mouth opened at that, however, you quickly shut it again. Untimely it would be for the best; knowledge from the internet does not equivocate experience in real life. “And because we haven’t had a chance to talk about this more in-depth beforehand, we’ll just stick to the color system for now. We will discuss safe words in the future. Now, Darling, do you know what a non-verbal queue is?”
“Well,” your head tilts to the side in thought, “I assume it’s a non-verbal… safe word?”
Vox smiles and places a kiss on your forehead. “Exactly love. It’s one of the best ways for you to communicate with me just in case–” he pulls back just enough for you to see a mischievous smirk curling at his lips– “I fuck you so good that you can’t speak.” You can’t help the immediate reaction of sputtering at his wording, your eyes widening as you try to look anywhere but at him. Even when explaining serious things, he just can’t seem to hold back from teasing you – the motherfucker. After a moment, Vox cleared his throat, steering you both back on topic. “Usually it's a certain number of taps with two or three fingers. At least that’s the most common one. You could also tell me to watch for a pattern, such as you clenching and un-clenching your fist, or you could blink rapidly.” Vox glided his hand from your hair, this time moving to hold your hand. The feel of his big palm enveloping yours was a desired comfort. “What would you like to use, my dear?”
Taking a moment to think about it, your free hand subconsciously begins tracing the structure of his hand wrapped around your own. Still a bit unsure, you sit up straight and hold up your hand, your fingers mimicking what you were saying. “I’ll hold up three fingers and tap you three times. Is anywhere on the body alright or should it be more specific?” You were still a bit nervous, your voice wavering at your last word. Though Vox answers you with another kiss on your forehead.
“That’s perfect, love. Now with that out of the way…” He releases your hand and moves it to rest on your back. You’re not confused for long, as he repositions himself before softly urging your body to lie back, sinking into the soft sheets beneath you. His body hovers over yours as one hand presses firmly on the mattress beside your head and the other slides out from under your back, making way to the buttons on his shirt. “I’d really like to indulge in your body and show you the pleasures you’ve been pining for.” The demon licks his lips sinfully slow, maintaining eye contact with you as he does, desire fully prevalent in his eyes.
You almost feel yourself explode on the spot, averting your eyes quickly as if his gaze itself would eat you up if you kept looking. This didn’t help how horny you already were. If your thighs were pressed together any tighter, you swear your legs would fuse into one. He finished unbuttoning his shirt with ease, chest becoming exposed to you fully. Your hands twitched forward before hesitating with embarrassment. Vox noticed this, his deep chuckle sending shivers down your spine.
“It’s okay, you can touch me, baby.” His hands guided yours to his pecs, letting you feel the warmth of his skin and the quick beating of his heart. Enraptured, your hands moved over his chest with a feather-like touch, drawing out a satisfied hum from him. He lowered his face closer to yours, causing you to grip his chest as he drew closer before he captured your lips in a kiss. Lips moving against each other in such a way that drew a soft sigh from you. When he tried to pull back, you could help but follow, causing him to smile. “You have no clue what you do to me, love…” Vox’s words came out in a low whisper, almost breathless, before he kissed you again.
Releasing another satisfied sigh against his lips, returning the kiss with just as much vigor. The smacking of your lips together only adds to the intensity, his tongue wasting no time in entering your mouth. Vox tasted immaculate to you – unsure if this was a normal demon trait or simply just your extreme attraction to him. Sliding your hands from his chest to his back, you pull him in closer; needing him closer. This drove another airy laugh from him as his hands finally graced you with a more intimate touch. One reached under his hoodie you were wearing, making its way to your bare chest. The other tugged at your shorts, to which you lifted your hips just enough for him to pull them down.
In between the passionate moving of your lips and tongues, Vox spoke up, his tone husky. “You can be a bit more greedy, love.” The hand on your chest fondled you, his fingers gracing your nipple. You let out a sharp gasp, hands balling into fists against his back. He leaned closer to your ear, breath tickling you with the warmth. “I want you to show how much you want me. I may be leading this, but this is your first time.” He follows his words with kisses down your neck, occasionally leaving nips that make you whine.
‘This man is way too good at riling me up, jeez.’ Your hands moved from his back to the front of his shirt, wanting it off so you could see all of his torso. He seemed to get the signal as you felt him smirk on your neck. He pulled back from you entirely, sitting back on his knees as he lets his shirt slide off his shoulders. You take this opportunity to remove his your hoodie, having some slight difficulty as your eyes are glued to his motions. ‘Why does him taking off his shirt look so hot?!’ You take a deep breath as you get the hoodie off; only your underwear remains.
Vox takes you in as you lay before him, completely intoxicated by your entire being. Every little noise you’d make when he touched you, the way your eyes fixated on him anytime he did something. It was truly a wonder you hadn’t noticed the bulge in his pants. To be fair, he could practically feel your shyness radiating off you, preventing you from making any bolder moves. But he’d help you overcome that. He shifts forward for his hips to press and grind into you, smirking when he hears you gasp. Vox slid one of his hands to grasp the underside of your thigh, drawing it up to press the apex of your sexes even closer together. You reach a hand up to tangle in the base of Vox’s hair, slightly tugging at the strands as your hips twitch forward with his guidance. He laughs teasingly at your reaction, continuing to rub his hips against you as his bulge glides against your most sensitive parts, causing you to moan and gasp. It felt so different. So new. This was unlike anything you’ve ever done in an attempt to pleasure yourself. Physically feeling another person against you was way better than anything you’d imagined or could have tried to replicate.
Vox leans down to attend to your neck again, biting and sucking with the intention of leaving hickeys. Finally, you decided to take his advice and be greedier. Slowly, you start to push back against him, rutting your hips in time with his rubbing. The friction causes him to groan in satisfaction as you let out your own pleasurable sigh. Taking your free hand, you slide it down his chest, making way to the hem of his white dress trousers. You were in your underwear, so it would only be fair for him to match you. With slow movements, you unbuttoned and unzipped him, your hand skimming over his bulge as you do so.
Letting out a breathy moan of his name as he bit down harder at your boldness. “Vox–” You palmed at him, curiosity taking the majority of your thoughts. You wanted to taste him. If you could even fit him in your mouth, that is. He felt pretty large, and you had never attempted to try on anything before; much too embarrassed. He pulls back from your now surely hickey-ridden neck and hisses through his teeth. His eyes clouded with want, the hand on your thigh tightening its grip, lips parted slightly and bruised from putting his lips to work on you.
Taking this opportunity, you raise your other hand, pulling at his waistline. You can tell he’s about to speak, but still, you quickly verbalize what’s been in your mind since your hands slid down him. “May I, umm… suck you off? Please?” You bite your lip harshly, surprised that you even got that out of your mouth. And seemingly you caught your boyfriend off guard as well.
Vox was frozen in place for a hot minute, almost like he was fully processing what you had just asked. After it was processed, he took a sudden breath as he appeared to forcefully cease his movements. Almost like he was holding himself back from saying something – or, more accurately put, doing something. You swear you saw his eyes go from the beautiful gold you know to a flash of pink. You almost thought about totally backpedaling your statement, ‘I think I accidentally awakened a beast–’ Except before you could blurt anything out, Vox finally released his breath with a verbal ‘Hah’, before leaning back down to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead. Confusing you even more than before.
He brings a hand up to smooth over the top of your head, pushing your hair back. “Not this time, love. Maybe next time we do this. I want you to experience the pleasure, and I’ll take mine from seeing you feel good.” You gulped hard, but nodded in understanding. You were honestly a bit disappointed, but you fully understood where he was coming from. This is your first time, after all, and he didn’t want you to lift a finger while he spoils you.
You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Vox thumbing at your bottom lip, your eyes shifting back to his face quickly. He releases another breath and smirks at your reaction, his eyes looking mischievous as you once more notice a bit of the pink hue return to his eyes. “You’ve given me a good idea, though, love. How about I return the favor of you wanting to serve me–” Vox placed his other hand on your empty thigh, hands creeping up slowly to drag down your underwear as he moved his head down to kiss your chest– “by giving you some much-deserved service to your most precious places.” You trembled at the way his voice deepened, hands gripping tightly at the sheets below.
“I–I think I would like that very much…” You glanced away shyly, lifting your hips slightly to help him with his motions. “But… um, you might need to hold me down. I don’t want to kick you…” You knew how your body would react, at least somewhat from the times you’d touched yourself. Though you don’t doubt it’ll be ten times more effective with someone else’s touch.
Hearing a growl, your eyes snap back down to Vox, startled by the sudden sound. You were not mentally prepared for what came out of his mouth next. “Darling, you have no idea how much I would love to do that. You make it so hard to hold back, fuck.” You ascended on the spot, making your body go comically limp as you inhaled sharply. Vox openly laughed at your reaction, bringing his head back up to be face-to-face with you. “Are you alright, love? Am I teasing you too much?”
Shaking your head a bit, you pouted in his direction. “No, it’s just… god, your voice is so stupidly hot! I didn’t think the title ‘Voice Demon’ was literal.” You threw your hands up in exaggeration and huff. “I… I just need to get used to you talking like that, 'cause I know you. You’re not gonna shut up.”
Vox chuckles and you can feel his fingers tracing circles on your thighs. “It gets a reaction out of you, darling. Of course, I’m not gonna stop.” You lightly punch him in the arm, and he lets out his little gremlin laugh before speaking again. “Come now, let’s not stall anymore. I’m supposed to be giving you a memorable first time, love.” Once again, he moves his way down your body, leaving kisses and small bites with his fangs to reignite the fire in your body. Letting out small pants, your hands making their way back to his hair.
Vox makes his way in between your legs, licking his lips as he peaks up at you. His hands spread your thighs apart and up, putting you in a prime position to be eaten as his grip becomes firmer. Without even testing it, you knew if you even attempted to move at all, you wouldn’t be going anywhere, his hands tightly pushing on you. “Is my grip hurting you at all?”
“N–No, this is honestly perfect. Can I, um, can I keep my hands in your hair?” Vox's expression shifts back into one of lust at your question before leaning in and darting his tongue over your sex, making you gasp at the sudden contact.
“Please do.” His words came out more akin to a purr, causing you to shudder at the heat of his breath on you. “Don’t hesitate to pull and grip at it as well. I’ll be trying my best to make you squirm, love.” He punctuates his sentence by pressing a kiss to your thigh.
Biting your lip, your hands react to his words by tightening their grip on his hair slightly. He latched his mouth onto you and you can't help the way your body shudders as his tongue starts to flick and prod against you. Breathing out his name as your head falls back against the pillows and you moan. He can feel your thighs begin to tremble as he picks up the pace, getting into a steady rhythm with his mouth. Fuck, he’d love to sink his teeth into your thighs. Coat them in bruises and bite marks, a reminder that he was the one to bring you this pleasure. ‘Another time,’ he thinks to himself. Another time, he’d allow himself to act upon his wants; for now, this was about what you wanted. You felt like you were on cloud nine. The sensation was entirely new to you. And quite frankly, you couldn’t get enough. As your hands gripped his hair tighter, you eased your hips into him, wanting his mouth to be as close to you as possible.
Vox groaned against you, encouraging your movements. The deep rumble of his voice only made the pleasure increase. He kept his eyes on you, feeling his cock twitch at your expressions and how unashamed you were being with your voice. God, he wanted to break you. Wanted to show you the full extent of his desires. But shushes those thoughts, mentally shaking his head at himself. ‘Another time,’ he reminded himself once more. Vox was fully intent on making this about you. Showing you all the things he wants to do would have to come later on. ‘And what an exciting thing to look forward to.’
He pulls back for a moment and you whine at the lack of contact. Picking up your head to look directly at your boyfriend, desperation written across your face. Vox lets out a long breath, his nails slightly digging into your thighs. “You taste so fucking good, love. Can I make you cum like this?”
You wasted no time in responding, nodding your head vigorously. “Yes! Please please please, make me cum. I need it–I need your mouth–” You would have felt embarrassed over the words you just unabashedly moaned out if it weren’t for you feeling so overwhelmingly turned on. Enjoying Vox’s mouth so much more than you probably should’ve, but right now you just wanted the ecstasy to return, wanted to ride the high of this new feeling until you came. Luckily for you, the demon wasted no time in engulfing you with his mouth again, twisting and prodding his tongue twice as fast as before.
You both moaned without shame as Vox continued his actions, picking up the pace. He growled and groaned into you, making sure to leave no inch of you untouched by his mouth. Your legs kicked in the air, and your body reacted to the build of pleasure by trying to clamp your thighs close. Vox wouldn’t let you, however, his hands keeping you firmly in place as he kept you spread.
“Vo–Vox–oh god! Please, I’m gonna–!” Your eyes started to water as you felt Vox give you the last push you needed, his mouth moving rougher. He watched as your back arched and you let out a euphoric moan, gripping his hair tightly and tugging on it. He swallowed all of you, only making you whimper from the continued pleasure as his tongue slowly lapped you up. Refusing to let even a drop of your taste escape him.
Licking his lips, Vox could feel the way your thighs trembled in his hands from the aftershocks, and eventually, he pulled back. Sitting up, he gently helped guide your shaking legs down as you caught your breath. Your hands dropped down from his hair, reaching up shakily to push your hair out of your face. Even after a few moments, you could still feel yourself throb in aftershocks, and you swallowed hard. Your throat was dry from how hard you had been panting and moaning. “Holy fuck…”
Vox repositions himself above you, letting out a quiet laugh at your words. Reaching up, you wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to keep physical contact with him. You lightly tug him down with your arms so his chest makes contact with yours. Still taking deep breaths as your heart was continually beating wildly in your chest. Though the thing that surprised you most was that you were still very, very horny.
“I assume by that reaction, I don’t need to ask if that was good. Right, love?” All you could do was nod, averting your eyes from his. He couldn’t help but find the way you pout extremely cute.
“I… umm, I don’t know what came over me. God, I said such embarrassing things!” You take your arms off his neck, covering your face, which causes him to laugh.
“My darling, it’s totally fine.” One of his hands moves to play with a lock of your hair. “When you moan like that, telling me what you want–” A deep groan rumbles in his chest, cutting off his sentence. “Well, frankly, it is incredibly sexy. Just hearing the way you enjoy yourself almost made me cum.”
With how flustered you are, it takes a moment for you to fully register what he said. Once you do, your arms slowly move from your face before your eyes widen and you sit up quickly, causing him to recoil a bit as he sits back. “You haven't cum yet?”
He shakes his head calmly as he gives you a gentle smile. Your eyes trail down his body, gulping a bit as your eyes land on his hard cock. He follows your gaze before leaning forward and kissing your cheek before trailing his mouth closer to your ear. “I know you said you were ready, but I wanna ask again. I’ve already made you cum tonight, so if you're done, I will fully respect your decision. You don’t have to worry about me.”
Swallowing hard, you tilt your head to meet his eyes. “I do want to do this, Vox. I want to give you my body, I want to give you all my first…” You reach out to grasp his biceps, pulling him with you as you lower yourself back onto the bed. “...and even though it’s my first time, I want you to feel good, too.”
The look Vox gave you caused your heartbeat to race again. You let out a startled squeak that grows into laughter when he suddenly leans down and starts attacking your face and ears with kisses. He has so much love for you that he can’t even put it into words at the moment. He pulls back from you after one last peck on your lips, smiling brightly at hearing your giggles. “I’m very honored that you're so sure to give this old demon your first. Let’s get you prepped then, love.”
You tilted your head a bit, intrigued, as you watch him lean over and open his nightstand drawer. The first thing he pulls out is a roll of condoms; ripping one off from the pack and setting it away from the others. His hand reaches back into the drawer and proceeds to pull out a bottle of lube before closing the drawer with the back of his hand. Vox picked the condom packet back up and returned to his position over you. He muffles a laugh when he notices your curious expression, but couldn’t hide the amused tone of his voice. “What’s with those eyes, darling? You look a bit confused.”
You clear your throat before biting your lip in embarrassment. You hadn’t realized you were staring so intently. “Oh–umm, sorry. Guess I was just surprised, more so about the lube than the condom. Don't condoms come... lubricated?” The pitch of your voice raises as your sentence finishes, visually unsure of your words.
Vox blinked owlishly at you for a second before chuckling. “They do, but my dear, it’s never a bad idea to use more. Besides, spit doesn't make for the best lube, so trust me, this’ll make the… heh, fucking, a lot smoother.”
You huffed at the way he worded the last part, squinting your eyes at him. “Did you have to phrase it like that?” He chuckled, looking right through your mock annoyance.
“Of course, darling. If I know it’ll fluster you, I have to say it.” He doesn’t even attempt to hide his mischievous smile. “You like it~.” Vox laughs as he feels your hand lightly hit his arm, followed by a loud ‘shut up!’ directed at him. He leans forward, catching you off guard once more as he wraps his arms around you. Your embarrassed state was the perfect distraction for him as he captured your lips in a deep kiss. Your eyes widen for only a split second before fluttering closed as you reach your hands up to gently caress his face. Before you part, you can hear the snap of the lube bottle opening, and then the sudden feeling of a cold, slick finger circling over your hole.
Jerking in his hold, squeaking at the sudden feeling. “Holy shit, that’s cold!” swearing as you instinctively tense. Vox, however, is quick to distract you; peppering kisses along your neck and shoulders while easing his finger into you. Your eyes flutter, one of your hands reaching out to firmly grip his wrist.
“Don’t worry, love, just getting you ready. You’re being very good for me, baby.” The way he whispered in your ear caused you to have a full body shiver; your breaths picking up for what felt like the thousandth time tonight. You mentally smacked yourself for questioning the lube. The coldness was no longer a problem, a newfound pleasure rushing through your body. Touching yourself had never felt like this. ‘The internet actually wasn’t lying.’ You would have laughed at that thought, but, at that moment, Vox added another one of his large fingers. Sliding them deep inside you and moving them in and out slowly to stretch you for his length.
“Darling, if your head isn’t too empty right now, could you open the condom? Your body is being so obedient for me.” Your breath hitches at the way he practically purrs those words. “You're just about ready.” Nodding your head, you let out a breathless ‘yes’. Reaching over, hand shakily patting the wooden surface before finally feeling the plastic beneath your fingers. Grasping the condom, you do your best to carefully tear the plastic from the slot; removing the condom from the packaging and, with a trembling hand, presenting it to him. Vox takes it with his free hand while simultaneously sliding his fingers out of you.
“Goood. Now just give me a moment, love.” You watch your boyfriend in wonder as he quickly and flawlessly puts on the condom. He hovers over you not even a second after, his hands guiding your legs around his hips.
You chuckled almost breathlessly and decide to try to get one last quip out before your thoughts would inevitably turn to mush. “Wow, that was fast. Almost like you’ve done this before.”
“My dear, when you’re 400 years old, you get good at certain things.” There is a heat to the way he stares at you through his lashes, his voice dropping an octave with his next words “Now, let me show you my years of experience firsthand.” All the confidence you had to try to tease him vanished. With your hands gripping his forearms, you let your gaze travel down to his cock, where it rested in between your legs. It felt easier to watch the way your bodies pressed together than to look into his eyes. Though the way his length rubbed against you made you gulp, you were extremely thankful for the prep beforehand, as it would make the process of him sliding inside you much easier.
Vox lifted your chin with his fingers, so it forced your eyes to meet his. “Color, dear?”
Your voice was already out of breath as you responded, “Green.”
He smiles as his thumb soothes your lower lip. “I’ll go slowly, love. You’ll still need time to adjust to me once I’m inside. Take deep breaths and if you need to, claw and grip me as hard as you need. If it’s too much, you need to tell me.” He places a soft kiss on your lips before pulling back to look into your eyes. “Do you understand, darling?”
You nod slowly, soaking in every syllable that comes out of his mouth. You respond with a firm ‘Yes’ and are already bracing yourself as you tighten your grip on his arms. He smiles and before he fully settles against you, grabs a pillow. Gently urging you to lift your back before setting it under your hips. You assume it’s for your comfort, or at least that’s what you’ve heard. You don’t have much time to ponder further on it as you feel Vox push against you, his hand guiding his cock into you slowly. Your mouth opens, except no sound comes out as you feel yourself clench down on him. This differed significantly from his fingers. Hell, this was a completely different feeling from any of the toys you had ever used. Feeling the way he stretched you, the way his cock twitched; it was all your mind was preoccupied with as your head fell back from the pleasure.
Vox let out a deep groan as he pushed into you, eyes darting back and forth from your expression to his cock disappearing inside you. Your borderline painful grip on him only fueled him on, yet the sliver of rationale he had took over for a moment. He stopped about halfway, causing you to look up at him, lips parted as you pant.
You gulp hard before asking, “W–why’d you stop?” The hands you had on his forearms subconsciously loosened, thinking that maybe something was wrong. You’re surprised, however, when he brings a hand up to caress your cheek, able to feel the heat of your skin against his palm.
“I just wanna make sure you’re alright, love. Am I hurting you? Your breathing is too hard. Take slow, deep breaths.”
“O–oh! I’m okay, I promise. I just–it feels… it feels so good.” You do your best to even out your breathing after answering and he smiles at you, pecking your forehead.
“That’s perfect, darling. I’m gonna go all the way in, so prepare yourself.” And as he said, Vox shifts his hips forward slowly until his hips are flush against your skin. Biting your lip hard as you feel a whine build in your throat at the feeling of him fully seated inside you. It’s only now that you’ve finally realized what the pillow under your hips was for. The elevation of your hips helped him reach deeper inside, while also supporting your hips.
“Oh fuck–” Every word from your mouth was drawn out. Tightening your legs around his waist and pulling him in further resulting in pleasing reactions from both of you. Your arms slide around his neck as you meet his eyes, your own eyes misty from just the initial pleasure. “Vox, please move. I’m ready, please.”
Vox didn’t say anything in return, just slid his hands down your body to your hips, gripping them firmly. He thrust once, eliciting a loud moan from you before moving again. Picking up a constant pace and pushing your hips into the pillow and mattress. Every movement spurred a moan or whimper from you, your hands tangling in his hair, needing something to hold on to. The lube made the sound of your skin connecting echo loudly in both your ears, only driving him to move faster in you.
Vox leaned his body forward, wanting to engulf you in his scent–his entire being. His rough grip on your hips moved to your thighs, pushing them back as he leaned forward. He wanted to be deeper, wanted to hear more of your sweet moans that were stirring up the heat inside him. His mouth latched onto your neck. Taking up any unmarked skin with his fangs to leave visible reminders of his love along your body. The whine you let out was music to his ears. The way your hips rolled upwards into him was euphoria. He loved every ounce of your being, and having sex with you was now just another way he could express his love to you.
As he continued to kiss and bite at your neck, you couldn’t help but drown in the feeling. The myriad of sounds coming from your mouth likely would have embarrassed you at any other time, but you were currently too far gone to care anymore. You pulled his head in closer and spread your legs further for him, wanting to take in every inch of his cock. You understand now why people say they could get addicted to this. The ecstasy you were feeling was unparalleled. You moaned out his name as he sunk in deeper between your spread thighs, his nails digging into the skin to show his approval.
He pulled back from your neck but refused to let himself go far. His mouth leaves a trail of kisses and bites down your exposed chest, taking extra care to lick and flick at your nipples. You called out his name more frequently, realizing it seemed to rile him up even more. The coupled feeling of Vox’s cock pushing fully in and out of you, and constant attention to your upper half, had your head spinning. Your stomach began to feel tight, and you felt his rhythm start to waver as he went faster.
“V–Vox, I’m gonna cum!” Your hands slide from their grip on his hair to his back, nails digging in from the immense pleasure. He pulls his head away to look at you, lips swollen and pink from their work on you. The pink that you had seen earlier in his eyes was fully visible now. His expression is half-lidded and just as twisted in pleasure as yours. Yet, even with all of Vox’s visible pleasure and the way his hips rud into yours, he slows to a stop, causing you to let out a high whine.
“Baby,” you drew out the word, voice breathy as you spoke, “why’d you stop? We’re both sooo close…” Vox lets out a breathy laugh, and kisses your forehead, pulling back with a smirk on his stupidly attractive face.
“I’m sorry, love. I just had an idea.” He moves his hands off your thighs and places them next to your head. The way he looks hovering above you truly does not help your delayed orgasm. “I was just thinking about how–” he cuts himself off with a groan, clearly lost in his imagery before he continues, “beautiful you’d look riding me. I’d love to see you bouncing on top of me. Of course, only if you are willing.”
You swallow hard, your voice sounding a bit hoarse from all your moaning. “D–does that mean I’ll be taking control?” You wouldn’t lie, you’d had random thoughts about what it’d be like. But those were just passing thoughts. Topping isn’t just about physically being on top, it’s about knowing how to give pleasure and take the lead. It is a very appealing idea, but could you top Vox? You didn’t feel nearly as confident as Vox currently appeared.
Seeming to feel the anxiety radiating off of you, Vox clarifies, “No, love. Being on top of me doesn’t mean you’ll have control.” One of his hands rubs soothing circles over one of your hips. “Unless you want to try taking control. I will not force you to, though. We can just change positions.”
Averting your eyes from him, you take a moment to think it over. On one hand, it’d be good to get experience from it, but on the other… your lack of experience with all of this could cause you to overthink your actions. You know he wouldn’t be upset with you and would likely give you tips if you wanted to, but you still wanted him to get some pleasure from this. After weighing your options, you shake your head and meet his eyes again. “I would like to change positions, but I don’t think changing roles would be good right now. We… We can test it another time.”
He nods and gives you a light peck on the cheek. “Alright, darling. Let me lay back, then you can get on top of me.” Vox slowly pulls out of you, causing you to let out a deep sigh from the sudden emptiness. As you reposition yourself to sit on your knees to wait, Vox grabs himself a fresh pillow, placing it behind his head as he fully lays down. He looks at you with a soft smile and holds his arms out to welcome you to him. The second you are given the okay, you're already crawling over and straddling his waist, his hands resting on your hips as soon as you do. “Color?”
“Green. So, so green.” This causes you both to laugh.
“Go slow as you sink down on me. It’ll feel better that way, I promise.” Vox massages his hands into your hips, eyes filling with anticipation as he watches you closely.
You give a small nod and look down at his cock resting between your legs, still hard, if not harder, than before. Feeling a shiver run down your spine at the sight, you inhale deeply before you take a hold of his length. He lets out a pleased hum at the contact and you gently guide him inside you as you sink down. The new angle and already built-up tension made your hips twitch and your body shake, the ecstasy coming back from the contact.
Vox kept you steady with his hands, lifting his hips to help ease the process. Once his hips were flush against your skin, you both let out soft groans as he lowered his hips back onto the plush bed. Placing your palms on his chest, you give an experimental grind of your hips as you watch your own motions. The demon gripped you tighter, letting out a hiss through his teeth, his eyes fixated on your expression of pleasure.
“Go ahead, love.” Your attention snaps back to his face. “You don’t need to hesitate.” You hold his gaze for a moment before you nod, lifting your hips before pushing them back down to sink onto his length.
Your mouth falls open, eyelids fluttering at the new angle. A pleasurable shudder coursed through you at how much deeper he felt from this position. You could tell he enjoyed it as well; urging your hips up with his hands, needing the sinking feeling again. You start a steady rhythm, letting out hot breaths and moans as his cock pushes deep inside you. The sound of skin meeting skin resonated through the room, coupled with the heavy panting coming from both of you. Balling your hands into fists, your mouth hangs open as you bounce on top of him with vigor. Your moans only get louder as the tightening feeling in your stomach comes faster than before.
“Fu–fuck…Vox, I’m so close again. I–oh–I’m gonna cum!” Your words come out shaky and breathless, as you leaned forward, sliding your hands onto the bed to pick up the pace easier. Vox moved his hands to your ass, groping and digging his nails in as he looked up at your ecstasy-ridden face just inches from his.
“I’m close as well, baby. God, I wanna watch you cum–” He gasps, before groaning in pleasure. “Please cum. Cum for me, sweet thing.” Shifting to get enough balance, he ruts his hips up into you, matching your greedy pace with his own. Vox could feel you tighten around him, trying desperately to reach that peak. He let out a low, gruff sigh, his eyes fixated on you as you moaned out his name. God, the way you moaned his name, like he was the only thing you ever needed, the only thing you’ve ever wanted.
You gripped and pulled at the sheets under your hands, your pace becoming erratic as you finally reach your climax. Burying your face in the crook of Vox’s neck, you let out a cry of pleasure as your body shakes from its second orgasm. Vox, with just a few more thrusts, presses your ass down on him further, reaching his orgasm as well. You shudder from the guttural moan he lets out, and the way his hands grip you, making you stay close.
After a moment of collecting yourselves, you lift your head up to look at your boyfriend. You open your mouth to say something, but Vox is quicker, capturing your lips with his. He puts his hand behind your head, kissing you like he’d been waiting to feel your lips for years. You pull back after the impromptu make-out session and look at him in slight confusion.
“What was that for?” You tilt your head slightly to accentuate your question, but he just gives you a lazy smile and strokes your hair.
“I just really love you, darling.” He tries to maintain eye contact with you, but you refuse and sit up, a big pout on your face.
“Vox, please, you being so sweet shouldn’t be hot.” The demon just chuckles and sits up as well, keeping you in his lap as his arms wrap around you.
“Oh? Then maybe I should switch to being more down-bad?” The sweet smile on his face changes to a devious smirk as he moves his face closer to yours.
“I–That’s it. I’m done for. K.O.’ed” You cover your face with your hands. Bad idea, cause it just gives your boyfriend the element of surprise.
With a mischievous look, Vox smugly, purposefully, rolls his hips. “You’re done for? Oh no, that’s such a shame~”
The squeak that came out of your mouth surprised you, drawing your hands down to cover your mouth. With a muffled voice, you try to scold him, “H–Hey! Don’t move too much, I'm sensitive–”
Vox just chuckles and rolls his hips again, making you whine out his name. You were adorable, and he only wanted to mess with you more every time you reacted to his teasing. He shifted closer, lips ghosting your ear, his hot breath fanning against you as he spoke low. “Lift your hips for a moment, darling. I need to change this condom.”
He stroked your thighs as you lifted your hips, letting out a breathy moan as you did. His cock slid out of you with ease, and Vox’s hands went from your thighs to his cock. Even after just finishing, he was still so hard. As he removed the used condom, you lean over and quickly grab another wrapper from the nightstand. Vox chuckles at your enthusiasm, glad he could rile you up again with just a roll of his hips. You both moved quickly; him tying the used condom and throwing it aside as you got a new one out and ready. As soon as you handed it to him, he tugged it on, making sure it was properly secure before you straddled him once again.
“Come on sweet thing, let me inside you again.” The demon’s large hands gripped your hips as you let him guide you down on his cock again. Both let out a shuddering breath at how sensitive you each still were. He wasted no time; not even a moment after you’ve fully sunk down on him does he start thrusting into you again.
You grip his wrist tightly, wanting him to keep guiding you as you desperately try to keep pace with him. Your eyes watering from the overstimulation, and your throat was becoming dry again from your panting and moaning. Your legs felt like jelly, and you could tell you were gonna be sore in the morning, but that didn’t stop you from grinding down onto Vox. His nails dug into your hips, the slapping of his thrust getting sloppy as he felt you clench around him again, ready for another orgasm. Your words came out almost unintelligible, and your tone was desperate as you told him you were going to cum again. “V–Vox! I–!”
With him feeling just as sensitive, he was already right at the edge, ready to cum again. “I know, sweet thing. I’m right there with you.” He quickened his pace.
It only took a few more thrusts before you doubled over onto his chest, moaning loudly as his hips pushed up into you. Reaching your peaks together, hips stuttering as you breathed heavily. Bodies covered in sweat from the multiple orgasms. Vox looked down at you, your head buried in his chest as you tried to get your breathing under control. He moved one hand from your hip to your head, resting it there.
Lifting your head enough to rest your chin on his chest, gaze meeting his. You both stare into the eyes of the other for a moment, seeming to soak in all that just happened. Vox spoke first, having a content smile on his face. “My love… thank you for letting me experience this with you.” He raised his hands, cupping your cheeks with both his hands. “I am extremely honored that you trust me this much to give you the pleasure you desire. I’m happy that I now have another way to show you just how much love I have for you, my sweet thing.” Vox’s voice was filled with care, and you could see in his eyes that he meant every word, saying it with his full heart.
Leaning into his hands, you smile, one of your own lifting to rest over his as your thumb rubs over his knuckles. “I’m just happy you also had a good time. That was incredible and I couldn’t be happier to give you my first. I…” You swallowed hard, looking away bashfully. “I love you, Vox.” You looked back at him when you heard his soft chuckle and he leaned his head toward you to kiss your forehead.
“I love you too, baby… so much.” He leaned his forehead to rest against yours, you both closing your eyes to soak in the moment. Remaining like that for a few moments, reveling in each other's presence, before Vox spoke up again. “Come on, love. Let’s go get cleaned up.” His voice was soft as he nuzzled his head into you softly, coaxing you into motion. “You still need your rest. You have a project to work on tomorrow.”
“Good idea, besides I don't think we both wanna be sweaty and sticky.” You lifted yourself off of him, letting out a deep breath as his softening cock slips out of you. “Will you give me motivation by cuddling me when we sleep?”
“I would cuddle you regardless, darling.” He laughs, pushing himself to the edge of the bed before getting up and properly disposing of both condoms. “But yes, I’ll give you all the affection you want and tell you just how proud I am of you.” He offers his hand to you and helps you get up when you take it. He’s frozen in place for a moment as he looks over at you. His brain conjures up other scenarios; ones where you wouldn't have to leave in the morning. Every day he could look forward to falling asleep and waking up by your side.
You tilt your head, asking if he’s okay. He just smiles; rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and envisioning a ring on your bare finger. ‘Someday,’ he reassures himself again.
“It’s nothing, love. Let’s get you cleaned up now, shall we?”
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Those Small Shared Touches
❤️ Vox Akuma x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨.
✧ — Contains: Reverse comfort, fluff, & open ended
✦ — Word count: 3k+ | Ao3
Based on these prompts - “Do you need any help? I'll bandage that up for you.” & “It's nothing. Hurts like hell but -- I've dealt with worse.”
Mod S 👿: This is based on 2.0 outfit reveal and the 2.0 Demon Lord ASMR [aka this was written before the movie came out.]
We started the year with posting a Vox fic on ao3 and now we'll be ending the year with a Vox fic. Full circle, baby! Happy holidays to those who celebrate, and we'll see you next year! Stay safe 💙💜 -Mod I ✨ & Mod S 👿
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Orange and pinks paint the sky as the sun dips below the horizon; welcoming the moon as it takes its throne amidst the evening stars. One lone figure sticks out against the pastel scenery. He trudges down the worn path, almost doubling over as he heads for home; his clan. His breath is a bit ragged, and small specks of blood are smeared across his pristine cheek. Not his own, of course. No, it’s of the fools who dared to endanger his home, who dared to threaten his people.
As he trudges his way up the hill path, Vox attempts to steady his breathing – trying to calm his demon blood enough from the slaughter to heal his wounds. Usually, it would be instantaneous. However, he had a lot on his plate today – what with helping his clans-people and all. Assisting new outcasts, spending time with the assigned family for today, and helping to organize the rations and farms for the future month. This exhaustion wasn’t well timed, as a group of bandits decided that his village would be prime real estate to loot; knowing that only one man protected the lot.
They were stupid, and for their stupidity, their payment was their lives.
His smaller wounds had already healed, however, the gash over his side is proving to be more of a nuisance. It’s alright, he could fake being okay until he reached his castle. After all, he wouldn't want to cause concern among his people. He corrected his posture, ignoring the way his body burned as he straightened his messy yukata, brushing the creases out of his haori, and wiping away the blood drying on his cheek. He only hoped he appeared more composed than he felt.
As Vox approached the gates, they automatically opened. The stationed villagers there welcome him back with warm smiles that he returns to them. Passing them after the pleasantries, he sighs in relief. ‘Good, they didn’t notice anything wrong, just need to make it to my bed for a rest. I should be good by the morning…’ Crossing his arms casually in front of himself, he tucks his hands into his sleeves, nodding kindly in greeting to his people as he passes them in the street; refusing to let his mask slip as the wound pulls and burns with every step he takes.
Making his way through the main street ultimately means passing by more small shops and homes of his people, children running past him as they enjoy the last bits of sunlight the day has to offer. Before long, he spots arguably the second most important building in the clan. Since it only had been built earlier this month, it stands out a bit more compared to the buildings surrounding it.
With each step he takes, the small clinic gets closer and closer. For a moment he debates walking in before brushing away the thought as quickly as it came; his eyes downcast in thought. When he returns his gaze ahead of him, he spots the owner of said clinic waving off what he assumes to be a patient. Vox can’t help but pay close attention to your actions, watching as you straighten up the front of your clinic, broom in hand, a soft smile on your face. If anyone was paying close enough attention, they’d notice the faint but warm smile on his face. He’s so distracted by you that he nearly collides with one child still running about, side-stepping out of the way at the last second. The child apologizes profusely, obviously flustered, and Vox can’t help but laugh and reassure them that it was alright; no harm done.
The kid quickly scatters back towards their friends, and when he returns his gaze towards your clinic, he almost stumbles in his steps as his gaze locks with yours.
To save face, Vox walks confidently over, taking a deep breath to calm the slight blush that appeared on his cheeks. His eyes peek at the boxes in front of your shop; likely full of fresh supplies and ingredients for medicine making. As he approaches you, you give a soft welcoming smile, setting your broom aside to give him a respectful bow. Clearing his throat, he greets you first. “Hello there doctor, are you settling in okay? I sure hope it hasn’t been too much of a hassle.”
“I’m settling in just fine, thank you, Milord. I was just tidying up in front of the shop before moving these boxes in. All these supplies you’ve provided me with will be incredibly helpful, so I should get them stored as soon as possible.” You tighten the small rope around your body, keeping your sleeves tucked away as you talk, before attempting to brush the dirt from your clothes; feeling a bit underdressed in front of Vox’s pristine and ornate clothing.
The demon’s eyes scan over the many boxes you have, counting them in his head before his golden eyes land back on you. “That’s an awful lot of boxes. Please allow me to help you. I’m sure the job would get done much quicker with two people working together than by yourself, right?” He smiles, removing his hands from his sleeves; ready to help.
Before he can, though, you quickly raise your hands in protest. “Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that for me, Milord! Plus, didn’t you just return from protecting the village? I’m sure you must want to get back to your home and relax.”
Vox chuckles, taking a step toward you; ready to reassure your worries. Except as he does, his wound pulls in such a way it causes him to stumble for a fraction of a second; flinching to one side. He can’t help but grimace, his mask slipping for a second as he takes a deep breath. Having a moment to speak with you had relaxed him to the point of forgetting about his wound; the tension that had eased from his body returned with a vengeance.
So enraptured with you, he’d forgotten to maintain his composure; body subconsciously untensing. Correcting his posture, he subtly scans the busy street around him to see if anyone has noticed his reaction. ‘Good, no one saw that…’ However, as he returns his attention to you, he notes the concerned look in your eyes.
“Milord, do you need any help? Are you hu–” Vox cut your words off as he frantically steps closer, blocking you from the people on the street. Startled, your head tips back to meet his eyes. Now it’s almost impossible for you to miss the panic and pain clearly mixed in the golden hues.
“Say Doctor, before we move these boxes in, could I see how you’ve set up the clinic? I want to make sure that you have enough space for patients. If not, we could talk about potentially expanding.” There’s a strain to his words, but it’s barely noticeable over the hum of the crowd.
“Umm,” you hesitate before nodding your head. “of course. Allow me to prepare some tea while you inspect Milord…” Swiftly you slide the door open, stepping aside before gesturing him inside. He rushes in, ducking a bit to make sure his horns don’t catch on the frame.
Following him inside, you slide the door shut and pray that no one will need your immediate services. If the last few seconds meant anything, Vox seems to not want to draw attention to himself. As you turn back to face your lord, your eyes dart around your clinic. Your tea set sits on the table set in the middle of the main room. Looking past that is a counter where you prepare your medicine; a few bottles remain there from the patient you’d just seen off. Looking to your left, Vox stands bracing himself against the cabinet, which stores all of your supplies.
Approaching Vox’s hunched form, you can see sweat beading along his forehead. Now out of the public eye, there’s a tremor wracking his body. Sheer willpower likely being the only reason he is still standing. Reaching a hand up, it hovers for a moment before you let it rest on his arm. It takes a second before he looks at you. “Please Lord Akuma, I think you should sit.”
“Yeah…” He responds, before nodding a little firmer. “Yes, that’d probably be for the best, wouldn’t it?” Vox pushes away from the cabinet, straightening his shoulders before turning to walk toward the futons laid out for patients on the right side of the room. He doesn’t sit with ease though, a small wince leaving his lips as he lowers himself onto the nearest bed.
With a furrowed brow, you go to wash your hands before approaching him; ready to start the examination. Before you can, however, he raises a hand, stopping you in your tracks. “Woah there doctor, it’s nothing serious. No need for an examination. I just need a bit of a rest before I continue my way to the castle again.”
You huff, crossing your arms. “With all due respect Milord, as a doctor, it is my job to make sure every member of the clan is in good health. And that includes our leader. You don’t really expect me to sit by when you are showing obvious signs of pain, do you? Especially when it’s in my power to help?”
Vox remains quiet, his lips pursed in a thin line as he averts his gaze from you, seeming to think on your words. After a moment, he closes his eyes and sighs. When he opens them again, he meets your expectant gaze. “Fine, you may look at it…”
The tension melts from your shoulders, and you finish crossing the room before kneeling at his side. You begin the routine check-up, starting with noting his temperature and vitals. When the back of your hand touches his forehead–carefully avoiding his horns–you immediately note that the demon is uncharacteristically cold; usually radiating warmth like a well-kept fire. Likely a trait of being a demon, you ponder to yourself. Once that’s done, you begin to peel back his yukata, carefully sliding the already loose fabric off his shoulders.
Almost immediately, you notice a large gash along his right side. By looks, it doesn’t seem to be deep, and it doesn’t appear to be actively bleeding; which is a good sign. Except… it’s not closing either. You haven’t been with the clan long, however, you’ve been around long enough to know that his body heals fairly quickly.
‘Sure,’ you think, pursing your lips. ‘nothing serious at all. Stubborn man.’
Almost as if he can read your mind, he says, “See? Hardly even bleeding. It’ll be healed by morning. Nothing to concern yourself over.” He waves a dismissive hand, trying to wane your worry over him, but winces mid-motion.
You sigh, “It might not be bleeding, but it’s still an open wound Milord.” Standing up, you make your way toward your medicine cabinet, beginning to rifle through it. As you're getting some ingredients, you stare at him out of the corner of your eye, you say, “I could bandage it up for you.”
It’s not a question, and it causes Vox to let out a warm chuckle. However, the words that followed held melancholy. “It's nothing… hurts like hell but,” He pauses, tone serious and lined with another emotion you can’t pinpoint. “I've dealt with worse.”
Your hands stop shuffling through the shelves for a minute, and for a brief moment, you turn to look at him with concern. It doesn’t last long though, snapping your attention back and grabbing everything you need before moving to the counter where you prepare your medicines. As you pour ingredients into a bowl, you speak up. “I’m preparing you a salve to help with the pain.”
“That’s really not necessary–” You cut his words off with a shake of your head.
“I know when you get some proper rest, your powers will heal it immediately.”
“Then you should save your supplies for someone who will need it more than me. There’s no need to waste it.” Vox tries to argue with you, however you remain firm.
“It’s not a waste. Not when you're in pain, Milord.” He opens his mouth to argue, but you quickly plead, hands stopping in your work as your expression begs him to comply. “Please. Just let me do this. If not for yourself, then do it for me.”
The clinic falls into silence. With nothing else to say, and no further protests, you continue preparing the salve. Vox continues to watch you from his place on the futon, tension slowly melting from his body as he watches you work. When he does eventually speak up, his voice is sweet. “Thank you, little one. You didn’t have to do this, but I appreciate it regardless.”
You huff, half out of exasperation and the other half out of embarrassment from the pet-name. ‘Stubborn, stubborn man.’ You shake your head, albeit fondly. Once you're sure everything has been mixed properly, you pick up the bowl and return to his side; eyes fixated on his wound as you kneel down. “Like I said earlier, I can’t just leave someone in pain when I know I can do something about it. Why else would I be a doctor?”
“Heh, you're right.” You feel his fingers on your chin, encouraging you to lock eyes with him. “I knew I was right to put my trust in you.” The smile he wears is filled with pure gratefulness, trust, and pride. Heat creeps up your neck to your face, a lump catching in your throat as your heart feels as though it skips a beat.
Turning your head away causes his hand to fall back into his lap. You take a breath before looking back at him, expression flat. “The medicine is ready. Please stay still as I clean the wound and apply it.” Picking up a clean cloth, you dip it into a nearby basin before whipping away the dried blood and lightly dabbing at the wound. Once ready, you dip your fingers into the salve and lean forward; smearing the thick liquid over the gash. He winces, and you see out of the corner of your eyes his fist clenching tightly. You make quick, practiced work of the wound. It’s easy work for you.
Wiping your hands on another cloth, you reach for the bandages, before scooting closer to wrap them around Vox’s waist. “You know,” you can’t help but speak your thoughts out loud, “in normal circumstances, I would prefer to try closing the wound up. However, there is not much point to that when it should be closed by morning.”
As you're wrapping, you can feel the demon’s intense gaze on you, but he doesn’t speak up the entire time; just watching. By the time you think to question him, you’re done bandaging, making sure they’re secure around his body. Taking your hands away, you look back up at him, seeing his soft eyes following your head's movement; an unknown look in his eyes. You stare at each other for a moment before you blink rapidly and look away. “Umm… The salve should kick in pretty soon, so you should be able to sleep with minimal pain. You can remove the bandages and wash off the salve in the morning.”
Vox adjusts his yukata properly before sitting up straighter. “Thank you, doctor. I’m sorry for inconveniencing you with this. Truly.” He pauses, looking down briefly to search for his words before looking back up again. “I meant what I said earlier, I’m happy that you chose to stay. To help my people. I don’t regret putting my trust in you…” His hand raises, resting on the top of your head, before stroking down to cup the back of it. “I look forward to the day I have entirely dedicated to you. I’d like to learn more about you. It’ll also give me a chance to thank you properly for what you did today.”
You let out a silent chuckle at his words, looking down to hide your embarrassment. “Please, Lord Akuma, there is no need for thanks. It's what I’ve sworn to do.” Your hand finds its way to his on your head, grabbing it and bringing it in front of you before placing it on his own chest and pulling your hands back. “If I might be a bit bold, though. I would like you to make me a promise.”
“Oh, a promise? Do tell.” He crosses his arms, tucking his hands back into his sleeves as he curiously tilts his head at you.
“If you get hurt like this again, do not try to hide it. Come to me immediately and I will heal you, no questions asked. Your people need you, and I will do everything I can to make sure they still have their kind, strong, and gentle leader.” Giving him a soft smile, you watch as his eyes widen a bit with wonder, before closing in content.
Vox chuckles, finally looking at you defeated. “I guess it can’t be helped… I promise that I will come here when I need your aid. I shall trust you, fully, with my health, like you trust me with your protection.”
You nod firmly, hands on hips in satisfaction. “Good, now then go get some rest, Milord. You need it to fully heal that wound.”
“Yes, yes, of course. I will see you later this week then..” He walks to the door, looking back at you one more time. “I hope you rest well too… my dear.” The last word comes out a bit teasingly, and he walks out before you have a chance to rebuttal; leaving you standing there flustered.
The future looks beautiful as the clan grows and prospers under the watchful eyes of this gentle demon. Maybe it’ll grow even better as bonds grow and blossom, love being the water to help them. The demon seems to think so, as he looks up at the sky full of stars, chest filled with a warm feeling. Yes, things look good for the future indeed.
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An Unconventional Relationship
💛 Luca Kaneshiro x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨.
✧ — Contains: Humor, strangers to friends to ???, & open ended
✦ — Word count: 3.3k+ | Ao3
Based on these prompts - "You're lucky you're cute." "Wait, you think I'm cute?"
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The sun is just beginning to dip below the horizon as you take your usual route home after work. “Hmm, maybe I should order something for dinner…I don’t feel like cooking, plus I’m pretty sure I still have to do the dishes. Ugh, curse you past me!” You trudged your way down the street, practically sulking as you walked. This was virtually routine for you at this point: getting off work, walking home, debating about dinner, sleeping, repeat. It was a pretty average life, and you accepted it wholeheartedly; the motions and all.
Well, it had been pretty average until a fairly strange encounter happened; the monotonous routine led you to make a very unusual… friend(?) roughly half a year ago. You can still recall the night vividly; the events playing through your mind are more similar to a show than an experience that had happened to you.
You had worked overtime resulting in you leaving work much later than you normally did. The moon was already high in the sky as you attempted to rush home. That was cut short when you were suddenly pulled into an alleyway; a knife pointed right at your neck. Like any sane person, you were about to give the person all your money, until – inches from your face – you see your attacker get punched straight in the jaw. The force sent him tumbling further into the alley. Hardly having the time to process anything, you didn’t notice that the nice stranger had proceeded to pull you away, two people dressed similarly to bodyguards rushing past you towards the mugger.
“Are you okay?” With the moment of calm, you took in your savior’s form. Broad, blonde, a very expensive-looking suit and matching hat that almost hid his lavender eyes from view, and from what few words he spoke; an Australian accent.
“U–um…” You quickly collected yourself, looking down to take a deep breath before thanking the stranger. “Yes, I’m fine. Uhh, thank you for that, by the way. You sure got a punch on you.” Before you can mentally smack yourself for being so awkward, he laughs, causing you ease.
“Well, thanks! I pride myself on my good punches! Oh, but do you need a ride home? Don’t want you to get mugged for a second time tonight. Lots of unsavory characters walking around during this time.”
“Really? Well, sure, a ride would be nice! Although, in exchange, I’d like to know the name of my savior.”
He takes off his hat, and brings it to his chest, letting you see his face without obstruction. “Heh, I can’t give you my full name, but you can just call me Luca, okay?”
You accepted his generous offer, and he did, in fact, drop you off safely. Ever since then, he’d occasionally pull next to you in his very expensive-looking car to check up on you. Hell, sometimes you’d run into him on your later shifts, and every time he’d offer to take you home. In his words, “To make sure you don’t get mugged again, you know?”. Honestly, you have no clue why he cares so much about you. He dresses so expensively, his car looks like it costs more than your entire life’s savings, and he has what you assume are bodyguards. He seemed like someone very important. So why is he constantly coming back to check on your safety?
This question loops back into your brain again as you walk, so much so you don’t even notice the car that pulls next to you. It’s not until the person rolls down their window and calls, “Hey!” that you snap back to reality, head-turning quickly as they stop. You notice there are two people in the car, and they look very similar to the same bodyguards who were with Luca the night he saved you. “Heya, you're the Boss’s friend, right? He wanted us to come pick you up.”
“Pick me up?” You blink in confusion, shuffling closer to the car and leaning toward the window in order to talk clearly. “For what? I don’t remember us making plans or anything…” You rack your forgetful brain for a moment, but nothing comes up. Hell, you’d have probably made a memo on your phone about something like this.
“He made dinner plans so he could talk to you. Said something about feeling bad that he hasn’t had the time to properly talk to you.” The bodyguard has to hold back a laugh at the face you make, waving their gloved hand in front of your face to get your attention again. “He also wanted to make sure we tell you that you don’t have to come if you have prior plans.”
Shaking your head, you respond, “He’s very lucky I don’t have any plans. I’m not gonna turn down a free meal. I’ll meet up with him.” Lowering your voice to a mumble, you speak aloud to yourself, “Lucky too that I had no clue what to eat today…” With your confirmation, you hear the car unlock and, with slight hesitation, you slide into the back seat. As soon as you're all buckled in, they take off.
It’s not long before you realize the car is heading toward an area of the city that you rarely go to. Looking out the window, you watch as the car moves through the richer part of town. Fancy hotels and lights everywhere, you even pass a fountain show going on outside. When the car suddenly stops, your eyes move to the two bodyguards in the front seat, who are already getting out. You scramble to reach for the door, but before you can grab the handle, one of them has already opened the door for you.
“Don’t worry, I got it. My partner here will show you to the Boss. I gotta park the car, then I’ll be in there as well.” You give them a nod as you get out, patting yourself down to look more presentable; and to shake off your embarrassment. Looking up at the restaurant, your jaw almost drops at just the exterior. Suddenly, you feel like you might need more than just a pat down.
Now listen, you've been to some pretty nice places before. However, this part of town is way too expensive for you to even think about coming here too often. So when you take in what you know to be the most expensive restaurant in the city, your nerves start to settle in. You're brought out of your thoughts by the car starting and taking off down the road as the other guard calls to you. “Please, this way. The Boss will be super happy to see you. And don’t worry about being underdressed. I’m sure the Boss doesn’t care.”
Pouting a bit, you begin to follow them. ‘Yeah, but that doesn’t mean the other people won’t think that…’ Preparing yourself for the telltale heat of judging stares, you keep your head down as you follow the guard inside. Eyes only watching the nice red carpet and the backs of the movement of the bodyguard's brown dress shoes – preoccupying your eyes with the stitches in the leather. It’s not long before you arrive in the section where Luca is waiting, only looking up when the guard announces so. “Here we are.” You look up and take in your surroundings, eyes widening at the amount of gold detailing in the room. The lights are warm and dim to give the space a sophisticated yet cozy atmosphere. Something you take in almost immediately is that there is no one else in this section of the restaurant, the only one being the person your gaze falls onto next. As soon as Luca hears his guard talk, he sets his menu down and gives you one of the most infectious smiles that you’ve ever seen. Your lips barely refrained from smiling just as widely, settling on a small polite smile and a wave.
The blonde opens his arms in welcome from his seat, energy radiating from his voice. “I’m so glad you could make it! I was so worried you’d have other plans since this was pretty sudden on my part. Next time, I promise I’ll get your opinion on future hangouts first.” Before he puts his arms down, he beckons you to sit, the chair across from him being pulled open by the bodyguard. “Come, sit. We can order and then finally have a proper conversation.”
You take the invitation, even if you are a bit nervous about what exactly is going on. After you sit and are pushed in, thanking the guard as they make their way to stand behind Luca’s seat. Picking up the menu, you immediately try your best not to physically cringe at the prices. Flipping through the pages, you go all the way back to the appetizers – probably the only thing you can afford on the menu. Luca seems to notice, and he tilts his head, voice laced with confusion.
“Oh, are you not hungry? Hm?”
Looking up at him, you give a nervous smile. “Uhh, well, everything here is pretty out of my usual price range. The only thing here that I can really afford is a soft drink and a small appetizer…” You’re about to wave it off as fine until he puts his hand up, stopping you from continuing.
“Oh! Don’t worry about that. I invited you so I’ll be paying. It’s the least I can do for springing this on you. So order anything, I got it.” He smiles, then looks back down at the menu.
Okay, now you're really suspicious. No one this loaded just… does this. Or if they do, they have a catch. Forcing your expression to remain neutral, you decide you’ll ask when dinner arrives. Even if this is immensely suspicious, he doesn’t seem to have anything malicious planned. Although you haven’t known him long, nothing has really set off immediate red flags in your mind. He’s been super kind and if this is a kidnapping or something, he wouldn’t go through all this trouble. He’d have just done it by now – he’s had more than enough opportunities. Taking a deep breath, you settle on a meal and let him talk you into sharing a bottle of some high-class wine with him. When the server arrives to take your orders, you notice the other guard has returned from parking the car, making their way to Luca standing behind him next to the other one. You're too busy giving your order and feeling nervous about the establishment, that you don’t notice how uneasy the server is; constantly looking to the side and shifting nervously. He scurries off pretty quickly after your orders have been filled, and before you can ponder it, you’re pulled into a conversation with the blonde.
Luca lets you talk about your life first, and you're surprised at how intently he listens. It’s not like you lived anything remarkable as he must have, but when he listens to you speak, you see the genuine spark of interest in his eyes. The wine arrives in the middle of your story, and you're about to thank the person, but they leave so quickly that you barely have time to. Maybe they saw you talking and just didn’t wanna interrupt or that could just be how the service is here. Either way, you finish talking about yourself before turning the questions back to him.
When Luca starts telling you what he does, you make sure to give him the same level of attention he gave you. He tells you how he’s the owner of a casino; explaining that they have passed it down to him through the family. Well, that explains why he looks so expensive. The bodyguards are still a bit weird to you, but you’ve heard that children of rich families tend to get kidnapped so that could be explained away. After he talks about his family business, you are actually glad he starts to talk about his hobbies and interests. The longer you talk to him, the more you realize just how down-to-earth he is. Admittedly helping you calm down as the minutes roll by.
The food gets to you just as he finishes talking about how he used to surf, and you can’t help but express how talented he seems to be. “Wow, you have so much skill under your belt. If you didn’t own the casino, you’d still be set for life.”
Luca laughs shyly, sipping at his wine. “Well, most of it my parents had me take classes for. They wanted me and my sister to be prepared, you know?” He sets his glass down and gestures to your food; changing the subject. “I hope you enjoy the food, by the way! That looks really good. I might have to get that next time I come here.”
You chuckle, picking up your utensils. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you my premium review of it after I’m done.” He laughs and follows suit in your actions. You both dig into your food, and you have to hold yourself back from letting out a noise of delight. This food was unlike anything you’ve ever had, really tasting like the high price it was. Being so engrossed by the food, you almost forget what you wanted to ask Luca, your brain circling back to the suspicions you had earlier. You wait a little while, but when you think enough time has passed, you call the blonde’s name. “Luca?” He pauses in his sentence, looking at you with concern at the seriousness of your tone.
“Y–Yes? Is something wrong?” His lavender eyes scan over you, trying to get any hint as to what might be bothering you.
“No! It’s nothing wrong, per se." You immediately reassure, seeing how he physically deflated. Luca perks back up, a look of anticipation on his face, encouraging you to continue, "I have an important question to ask you." He gives you a firm nod. Seeing his silverware down to give you his full attention. “Okay, this is gonna be a very uh… interesting question, but I have to ask. Is this like some sort of, uhhh, fancy dinner to win me over for favors? Like… convincing me to be your sugar baby or something?” The blonde in front of you seems to choke on a breath, one guard coming up to pat his back. Glancing at the three people in front of you, you realize there's a look of shock written across each of their faces. When Luca gets over his coughing fit, he looks back up at you, starting to chuckle, believing you're joking. He stops, however, when he takes in your serious expression – worry in your eyes – and quickly explains himself.
“No no no! This is nothing like that!” He’s a bit frantic with his tone, waving his hands in exaggeration as he speaks. “I just wanted to have a genuine conversation with you. I…” He pauses for a moment, brows furrowed as he thinks over his next words. “I’ve felt bad that I’ve never gotten to talk to you properly all those times I would pass you and say ‘Hi’.” His gaze re-meets yours across the table. “This is just a normal dinner with a friend, I promise.”
With a sigh, you cross your arms, “You realize how…” you struggle for the right word, “odd that is right? Like, you look like you own a private island and seem very comfy in places like this.” One of your hands gestures to the lavish restaurant around you. “I’m just a regular person you saved once from getting mugged. I'm nobody. What reason would a rich person like you have to constantly come to talk to me if not for some other motive?” Honestly, you almost feel bad about the way you're interrogating him. Though this is something to be questioned, and as nice and sweet as he is, it’s still good to have a sense of caution. Especially with the wealthy.
Luca’s silent for a minute, seeming to think over what he wants to say; eyes downcast, staring at his half-finished food. It’s only a few silent moments until his lavender eyes look back up at you, their determination shocking you. “Because you didn’t treat me like that when I helped you.” You blink for a second, confused, tilting your head as he continues to speak. “Well… how do I put this… You just seemed like a nice person who wouldn’t judge someone no matter their status, so I wanted to get to know you? I–It’s honestly nothing like a ruse or a scheme. Trust me, being in this business, many people do try to deceive me. I’m an excellent judge of character because of that, and you just seemed very kind and down-to-earth. It gave me the push to try to befriend you.”
As he speaks, you can feel warmth start to pool in your cheeks, causing you to look away, not expecting that answer. After a moment, you let out a deep breath and then turned your gaze back to him. “Well, honestly, that’s pretty surprising." You say with a light laugh. Slouching back into your seat, you continue. "I’m sure all of this is normal for you, but maybe when we hang out in the future, these places–” your hands raise to gesture around the restaurant once more– “are not really casual for people like me.”
His eyes seem to light up a bit, a small crooked smile on his face. “So… you still wanna try to be my friend?”
You have to hold back a giggle at how closely he resembles a puppy at this moment. Uncrossing your arms and picking up your utensils as you return to your meal. “Mhm, you're not a bad person. I can tell that you really are interested in my life, and if you did have any bad intentions, you would’ve done something by now. Plus, you’re lucky you’re cute. Hard to say no to the puppy dog eyes you’ve been giving me.”
He hears his guards snicker behind him, but chooses to ignore it as his cheeks begin to flush. “You think I’m cute?” He watches as you laugh, smiling at him as you take a bite of your food.
“Mmn, this is really good. Do you wanna try some? I can give you a bite.” Luca pouts a bit as you change the subject, but nods nonetheless. He’s happy as you converse for the rest of your meal, talking about nothing and everything. It’s refreshing for you and him, as you act like equals. Feeling like friends.
The pair of you stay for a while, but eventually, you do tell him you have to work the next day. He, of course, offers to take you home, especially since you’d both had a bit of wine. With the moon smiling in the sky as the four of you leave the restaurant, and the surrounding street was lit up by dazzling lights. The bodyguards escort you to the car, giving them your address. The trip gives the two of you a chance to continue talking. Luca couldn’t help the smile on his face, content with just listening to you speak, and this time remembering to give you his number so you could make future plans together. It wasn’t long before the car pulled up to your home. Luca, ever the gentleman, helped you out and up to your door. When you finally say goodbye and wave them all off, you feel warm, and you’re sure he shares the same sentiment.
To Luca, this experience feels like a blessing to him. To have a normal conversation – a normal friend – in his unpredictable life. And to you, this was an exciting change to your routine; being able to make such an excitable and interesting new friend. You only saw good things ahead, and you hoped that it’d continue to get better from here.
It could only get better from here. Right?
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Ink & Affirmations
💙 Ike Eveland x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨.
✧ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, & comfort
✦ — Word count: 2k | Ao3
After a rough day at work, coming home to your loving boyfriend is already a gift enough. But Ike still wants to find a way to lift your spirits from the hectic day you’ve had.
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It had been… a day. Finally, returning after a long exhausting day of work to your shared home with your boyfriend. And after glancing at the clock, you knew he would still be working in his office. A tired smile tugged at your lips. Even with the long hours of dealing with stubborn coworkers and demanding customers, it was nice to come home to the calming presence of your lover.
Stopping in the entry room, you tug off your work shoes, breathing out a fairly unenergetic ‘I’m home.’ Taking a deep breath before shrugging your coat off and hanging it on the rack nearby. As you move to place your keys on the counter, the sound of shuffling footsteps reaches your ears. You were turning your head in time to watch as your partner emerged from the hallway.
“Welcome back, sweetie.” Ike Eveland. The man’s words were as sweet as his voice is soft. His voice has a physical effect on you as the tension from your shoulders starts to dissipate. The novelist’s pace quickens upon noticing how exhausted you look. Once reaching your side, he places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Oh jeez, you look like you’ve been through hell.”
Before you could stop yourself, you let out a dry laugh. Gesturing at your eyes and the apparent bags under them, you say, “What gave it away?” Ike huffed at you, hazel eyes narrowing at you. Quick to change the topic, you avoid his gaze. “I’ll be fine, Ike. How’s your novel coming along? I would love to read the new chapter.”
He eyes you for a second before updating you on any progress he made so far. He tells you about how he’s almost done with the current book. How he was proud of the sudden burst of inspiration that pushed him through a rough patch of a chapter he’d been stuck on. You smiled fondly as you listened to him speak; however, you could feel yourself slipping. Your body calling for much-needed rest.
“I’ll probably continue working on it a bit longer before bed, honestly, but I promise you I won’t be up too late. Honestly, I think you’ll need the cuddles I wanna give you right now.” He reached for one of your hands, clasping it gently while letting the other trace mindless patterns across the skin. A warmth grows in your chest at the gesture.
“Yes, please don’t strain yourself, babe. Both of us don’t need to be zombies.” Raising your free hand to rub your droopy eyes whilst squeezing the hand that was holding yours. “I think I’ll hit the hay early. I honestly feel like shit and if I stay up any longer, I know I’ll start overthinking today…”
Ike’s eyes filled with worry. “Sweet-”
“I’ll be fiiine, I promise. I don’t wanna inconvenience you, especially when you're so motivated.” You planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Go work on your book. I’ll be in bed waiting when you're done.” You didn’t give him room to argue as you gave him a quick hug before trudging toward your shared room. You were more than ready to turn in and put this day behind you.
The concerned novelist wistfully looked down the hall after you. He very much wanted to call it a night so he could be with you and give you the love you need. Yet he also knew that if he did so, you’d feel guilty for ‘keeping him from his work’. Ike let out a heavy sigh and reluctantly headed back to his office. His book, however, was momentarily pushed to the back of his thoughts. Mind brewing with ideas on how to help you. His eyes lit up as it dawned on him. It’d have to be for tomorrow, but it excited him all the same. Smiling, and now filled with more determination, he got back to work.
The morning was going to be a special one.
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When the next day rolls in, you wake up feeling marginally better. Grateful for a good night's rest. Letting out a yawn as your body slowly wakes up, soaking in the peace, before fully opening your eyes. Turning over, you had expected to be greeted by your boyfriend's sleeping face. Except his spot was empty.
‘He woke up earlier than me? That’s a surprise… ’ Slowly you rose, sitting up from your sleeping position. Stretching, and letting out a groan as your bones cracked, looking around as you did so for any hints as to where Ike had gone. His glasses were gone from his nightstand, however, everything else seemed to be right where it had been left the night before. Unable to deduce where Ike had disappeared to, you pushed the blankets away from your body with a groan. “I guess I’ll just have to get up then…” Patting down your messy hair, you turn and heave yourself up from the comfy bed. “Better get ready for work… let’s hope it’s not hell today.” With no other choice than to start preparing for the day, you swiftly fall into your morning routine.
Ike, on the other hand, was in the kitchen preparing you a simple breakfast. He might not be a ‘master chef’ like his friend Vox, however, he could still prepare you a delicious plate of eggs and toast. Brewing you a mug of your favorite tea to accompany it. ‘Everything is in place.’ He thought, having a content smile on his face. ‘Now, for one last thing…’
It doesn’t take long for you to get ready, having repeated this routine for so long. Letting out a long yawn, you made your way to the kitchen. Thinking about just making some toast and then heading off early. I mean, the faster you do something, the faster it’s over. Right?
As you enter the kitchen and freeze in your tracks. First, your eyes lock onto the plate on the table before shifting to Ike, who was sitting on the other side. The novelist gives you a closed-mouth smile, his eyes closed as he enjoys his caviar toast. As soon as he swallows, he speaks, “Hey sweetie, I made you breakfast. No need to rush. Let’s enjoy our morning.”
Slowly placing your bags down on the counter, then take a seat across from him. You’re a bit confused, but who are you to turn down a nice breakfast? Spotting the mug, you happily pick it up, making a pleased noise as you take a long sip. Turning your attention back up to Ike and giving him an appreciative smile. “You brewed my favorite tea, and you made me breakfast. Thank you. But what’s going on? Did I miss something?”
Ike’s smile doesn’t falter, but grows as he explains himself. “You didn’t miss anything, hun. I just wanted to make you something nice cause you had a bad day yesterday. Plus, I have something else for you as well…” He laughs at the confused squint you give him, causing you to lean over to poke him.
“What are you planning?”
“It’s not anything teasing, I swear. Here–” He motions for you to give you his arm– “roll up your sleeve.”
You blink owlishly, the confusion just growing, but you do as he says. Pushing up your suit jacket sleeve and relinquish your arm to him. Ike gently grasps your wrist and gently turns your arm so the inner side is up-facing, his free hand rummaging in his pocket for something. After a moment, he pulls out a marker and you tilt your head. “Are you gonna write on me? I don’t need ink poisoning, dear”
“Shhh, don’t worry, it’s non-toxic darling.” He then turns a bit in his seat, opening the marker and writing who-knows-what on your arm. With his attention fully on his task, you take the moment to take him in. The morning sun illuminates his face and focused smile as the maker glides over your arm. A few moments pass before he pulls the marker away, releasing his grip on you as he does so. As he re-caps the marker, you twist your arm so you can see what he’d done. Instantaneously, you feel your heart swell from what’s written there.
‘I love you, and I know you’ll do great today.’ It might have seemed small, but that simple phrase almost caused you to start crying on the spot.
Ike felt the slight tension leave his body as you took in his words, a radiant smile gracing your lips. Every day you worked so hard, and he sincerely appreciated all the effort you put into everything you do. In his eyes, you are such a strong person. It was something he’d respected about you even before the two of you had started dating. And to see you struggling both physically and mentally? It absolutely breaks his heart. So if he can help you build yourself back up, even just a little, he’ll feel highly accomplished. Not just as your boyfriend, but as your friend, too. His admiring of you was cut short when you rose suddenly. Confused, he called out to you, “Sweetie, is there somethi–oof!”
Cutting off his sentence, you embraced him in the tightest hug you could. It didn’t matter that you were standing, and he was sitting. The brunette, of course, hugged you back, one of his hands petting your back whilst the other rested on the back of your head. The pair of you embraced each other in silence, save for him moving you to a more comfortable position. With you perching yourself on one of his legs. Loosening your hold on him, wanting to look him in the eyes, you finally spoke up. “Thank you, Ike. That… really made my whole day. I promise that of I start feeling shitty at all today, I’ll look at my arm and know you’re waiting for me here.”
Ike reaches up to caress your face, love evident in his hazel eyes as he looks at you. “I���m very happy to hear that, darling.”
“I think I should get a little payback though…” Snatching the marker up off the table and mimicking what the novelist had done to you, making him chuckle. Ike humored you; allowing you to write on him in retaliation. And once you were all done, you pushed his arm towards himself, a proud look on your face.
Glancing down at his arm, adjusting his glasses as he read the words you put on him. “You make me happy every day, my smart cookie.”
You giggle as you watch him grow a bit flustered, and when he looks back at you, your mouth can’t help but curl into a goofy smile. His flushed expression quickly shifts to a content smile as he watches you. Returning his hand to your back, he rubs it soothingly. He leans forward, planting a peck on your lips. “Thank you, sweetie. Now you should eat. You’re gonna be late for work.”
Your momentary bliss is gone once you remember that you still have to go to work. Removing yourself from his space, you quickly sit back in your own chair, the marker you had picked up landing harshly on the table. Paying it no mind as you quickly settled into your breakfast. Ike just chuckles. Even when you're in a rush, he still finds you incredibly adorable.
After finishing your food, you chug down your tea, much to your dismay. Giving Ike another kiss before you leave for work. “I shouldn’t be home as late as yesterday. Good luck with your book, hun!” You speak as you walk briskly towards the door, fixing yourself one last time, before waving goodbye to him.
You were immensely grateful to have such a caring person as Ike to watch after you. On the way to work, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have someone like him to love you. And Ike mirrored that thought. Smile still on his face as he cleaned up before making his way to his office. In your separation, you both look at your arms again and think…
‘Today’s gonna be a good day…’
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Relationship & NSFW Dynamics —
✨ Noctyx Edition ✨
First (1st), we want to re-emphasize that we are writing for the characters. Second (2nd), this is merely our opinion and how we write them.
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🔗 Sonny 🔗
Pet Names: Babe [More often than not, just calls you by name]
╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:
The Noctyx's boy with the least amount of past trauma. He's just "VSF!! 💥 💥 💥"
This mans way too busy kicking down doors to be worrying about relationships. Like, Sonny, finding his way into a relationship is completely accidental. In the beginning, he just thinks you are really interesting, and the more time you spend together he starts to find you really attractive and then uh-oh someone’s caught feelings.
He was in so much denial at the beginning of your relationship. Once he's over that, however, be prepared to be sucker punched by random bouts of sweetness. And the fucking duality of this man. You will have whiplash from how sudden he can go from being rough and serious to sweet and silly.
Also, be prepared to be worried 90% of the time because of his job as a police officer with his damn obsession of rushing in and busting doors down.
[[NSFW under the cut!!]]
╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Switch (Dom leaning)
So it's pretty obvious why Dom-leaning but… Switch. Listen, he gives as much as he takes. Like, he's incredibly kind and caring, but also he's a masochist. And a bit of a sadist??? Again: switch. Could see rough play being one of his interests. He likes the idea of you – consensually – taking control of him.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
🔮 Uki 🔮
Pet Names: Starlight, Stardust, Babe/Baby, and the occasional Honey
╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:
Okay, now not to be a broken record but, once again: we're talking about the characters.
The man's lore is sad™. He's been through some pretty traumatizing stuff, and as a result, we feel like he's not really all that horny most of the time. Also, it's kinda hard to think about romance when you grew up living in survival mode.
He needs someone who will be understanding and patient with him. He’ll also need space at times, but he’s good at communicating that, so if he doesn’t bring it up — get ready to cuddle the fuck up. Most of all, just love him. Pamper him, comfort him, love him. He deserves the world.
And if you don't treat him right? Be prepared to have the Uki protection squad after your ass.
╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Switch (Sub leaning)
Now once he's comfortable with you? That changes things. He'd likely be more open to trying new things, and boy, would his mouth start to run. Overall, just take care of him. Pamper him some more. He deserves it, okay? 🥺He is still a switch, though. And if he finds you cute? Prepare yourself.
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🎭 Alban 🎭
Pet Names: Sunshine, Babe/Baby, Honey, Sweetheart, & Little Cat
╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:
Another sad boi 😞 Similar to Uki: it's kinda hard to think about romance when you grew up living in survival mode.
Sadly, this man has trust issues. He has a hard time opening up because he doesn't want to hurt anyone or get hurt. He already lost one dear friend, he doesn’t want to risk losing more people.
It'll take some time to work through those feelings, but once he does, y'all are fuckin golden. Alban's very doting and extremely caring. He's like a prince without the royalty aspect. He'll be opening doors for you, carrying your stuff- carrying you.
Also, side note? Please tell him to stop stealing expensive gifts for you. Sonny can only let it slide for so long.
╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Switch | Soft Dom
Pure switch right here, baby 🤌
The most bullyable bottom and the softest of Dom's. Could see him having an interest in primal play. Basically playing games of cat and mouse with you. Who's the hunter would likely depend on what kind of mood he's in honestly. He'd never admit it, but he kinda likes it when you take control from him (in a consensual way of course.). Honestly, too? This guy just goes through random bouts of horniness just by looking at you.
Similarly, to some of the other boys, if you ask him to try something new, he'd be pretty open to it.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
🐑 Fulgur 🐑
Pet Names: Babe, Little One/Little Lamb (Legatus), Dear, & Sweetie (Archivist)
╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:
First things first, we need to make it clear that we typically write a combination of Legatus and Archivist [typically a little more Archivist leaning].
However, it doesn't matter if we're following Legatus lore or Archivist lore; this man has too much shit happening around him, and to him, to be worrying about relationships. But hey, that's alright! He's been sent to the past, so fuck all that! Now he can get rid of all that pent-up anger! :D
In the beginning, you'll get more of the Legatus personality. He'll come off as cold and aloof. It'll take a bit, but as long as you don't give up, you will crack through that hardened exterior. Once you're in the relationship, Archivists' personality shines. Incredibly caring and comforting. He's an old soul.
╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Switch (Dom leaning)
Now, the juicy stuff.
This man will. Fuck. You. Up. He can either be extremely soft or really rough and there's no in-between. Dirty talk and degradation galore during rough play, but only the sweetest praise when he's soft. Sensory play is probably a really big thing for him (both giving and reviving).
Side note; when he's on the reviving end, make sure he keeps his hands on that bed frame. The last thing y'all need is him accidentally breaking any of your bones.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
🎧 Yugo 🎧
Pet Names: Angle, Muse, Babe, Sweetheart, (My) Doll [But only adds the "my" when he doesn't like they way someones looking at you]
╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:
4 outta 5, another sad boi less gooo 😂
The only member of this group who at least has some type of experience. Kinda hard to date tho when you're leading a resistance. Honestly, though, this boy is the most straightforward of the five.
First off, this smooth mother fucker. He's very confident in his ability to woo. Be prepared to be rizzed to hell and back. Yugo’s very physical in his affection; he’s a pretty big fan of PDA. More often than not, you’ll find his arm wrapped around your shoulders or waist. Yugo prefers to give personalized gifts.
He's a people person. Man was both a DJ and leader of a revolution, after all. You cannot hide your emotions from him. He can and will read you like a damn book.
╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Dom
He knows you're horny before you know you're horny.
Pure 👏 Dom 👏 Energy 👏. Try to argue with the clapping hand. You can't. Good luck trying to Top this man. It'll be a real struggle. The only time you're on top is when he's literally too exhausted to move.
Also, hope you don't mind getting it on in public places. Has one VIP booth in his club constantly reserved for the two of you. And don't worry, he'll make sure you're never caught.
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Btw if you guys are interested in seeing a post just dedicated to scenarios with some of the kinks we think the bois have, then this post needs to hit at least 300 notes. Hope you enjoyed~
-Mod I ✨ & Mod S 👿
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He Comforts You - Shu 💜
Shu Yamino x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿. ⏌
✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | 💜 You comfort him
✦ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, & comfort
✧ — Word count: 515 | Ao3
Snippets of time showing how you and your partner care for each other.
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From the second you’d woken up, it had become pretty obvious that it was going to be a low-energy day. Thankfully, no plans had been made for today and you could try to rest as much as possible. How this had all led you to stand in your kitchen looking down at the counter, you had no clue. However, trying to remember why the hell you’d come in here… your mind had totally blanked, thoughts clouded with static. Giving up on trying to remember, you decided to make your way back to the bedroom.
However, as you get closer to the bedroom, you can hear your boyfriend talking. Now standing outside of it, you try to recall if he had a stream to do today, but come up blank. Trying to be as quiet as possible, you push the door open and peek inside.
Almost immediately, Shu catches the movement out of the corner of his eye. “Oh hey, babe.” Turning his head towards you, he smiles and gestures for you to enter the room. “Not streaming, if you’re worried about that. We’re just playing for fun.” Amethyst eyes flicker back to the screen and a bashful giggle falls from his lips. “They all say hi.”
You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips and you give a small wave before realizing they can’t see you. This causes Shu to laugh harder as you immediately hide your face in your hands. As the sorcerer explains what happened, you shuffle closer to him. Once you reach his side, you give his hoodie a light tug. His eyes meet yours and it’s then that he seems to realize what’s happening. With quick movements, he excuses himself for a second before muting his mic and giving you his full attention. “Blue day?” He asks, tone gentle. When you nod, he continues, “What can I do to help?”
“Can I–” you hesitate, worried that this might be too inconvenient for him, your gaze falling to the floor. A hand wrapping around yours breaks your line of thought as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “Um, can I sit in your lap while you play? I think your body heat would really help me right now.”
With zero hesitation, Shu moves his mic out of the way before completely turning his chair around so you have enough space to climb into his lap. And you waste no time doing so. Once you are settled, face buried against his shoulder, he shifts back around to face his computer. He pulls his mic just close enough to pick up his voice and unmutes.
As he continued to play more rounds with his friends, whenever he died or they waited for a new round to start, one of his hands always found its way back to drawing soothing circles along your back or stroking over the back of your head.
Eventually, you feel yourself drift off, and in your last conscious moment, you feel his lips press against the crown of your head. Their softness blessing you with sweet dreams.
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Redamancy
💛 Luca Kaneshiro x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.
✧ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, spicy 🔞
✦ — Word count: 5.8k+ | Ao3
redamancy | pronunciation - ‘red-a-“man-sE(n.) the act of loving someone who loves you back; a love returned in full.
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After a night out with friends, Luca can’t stop thinking about his relationship with you. You are his world and he wouldn’t trade it for anything. But he can’t help but wonder, would you want to take your relationship a step further?
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“Wait–wait,” Mysta’s eyes blink repeatedly, eyes hazy with alcohol. “Wait. You’re telling me the two of you have been together almost a year and haven’t had sex yet?” From across the table, the mafia boss's hands twitch, eyes locked anywhere but on his friends.
“Mysta.” Ike immediately chastises the detective, shooting him a disapproving look.
Said brunette nearly yells back, “What!? I’m just surprised! Yeah, they’ve been in a relationship for a year, but he’s had feelings for them long before that. Hell, he’s known them longer than most of us have!” Blue eyes lock back onto the large blonde. “To be clear, I’m not like judging or anything. Just curious. Have you ever asked or talked about it?”
The novelist shakes his head, sighing at the direction this conversation has taken. “There’s always the chance they’re on the ace spectrum, Mysta. You can’t just assume these things.” He raises his drink to his lips. “Or it could just be something neither of them is interested in. Not everyone is interested in sex.”
When Luca finally raises his eyes from the table, ears all red, he finds Shu silently watching him. “We can change the subject if you don’t want to talk about it.” He sends the sorcerer an awkward smile, raising both hands as he starts to speak.
“No, no! It’s, uh it’s fine! We’ve just…” His eyes dart back down to the table again, his face no doubt red as his flush refuses to go away. “We’ve never really talked about it. And I didn’t–.....” Luca paused as he reflected on of his next words. “I didn’t want to seem disrespectful, ya’know? So I figured if they ever wanted to discuss it, we would.”
The Brit across the table scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “Oh please, you’re incapable of being disrespectful Luca.” He raises a hand to point a gloved finger at the blonde, lips curling into a teasing smirk. “Himbo.”
“What!... I’m not a himbo!” Luca immediately denies. “I’m mean and evil! A big scary mafia boss! I'm not a himbo...” He pouts, eyes looking off to the side as his last statement trails off.
“I mean… you do check off all the credentials though…” Shu smirked into his glass, trying his best not to choke on a laugh as the blonde’s head turned quickly in his direction, shooting him a betrayed look. “Just saying!” Ike shakes his head with a laugh. Taking pity on his friend, decides to move the topic to the new series he was reading, making the aforementioned mafia boss extremely grateful as the topic finally shifts away from his sex life. Or rather lack, therefore of. Relaxing back into the faux leather of the booth seat, he cradles his drink between his hands, crossing one leg over the other as his eyes trail around the bar.
They had rented the place out for the evening so that they could relax and share a few drinks without having to worry about being recognized. No matter how casually they dressed, it was hard to miss the mystical creatures that the majority of girls were; being so easily recognizable and all. Currently, those same girls were scattered in groups around the bar. Some were tucked away in booths, while the majority were enjoying themselves on the dance floor. Luca can’t help but giggle as he watches Uki quite literally drag Fulgur and Sonny to join the girls dancing; both looking extremely awkward as they’re pulled along. Lilac eyes continue their trek across the room before finally, they come to a stop on you.
He watched as you stood with Vox in front of the sound system, arguing over music choices. “No. Nonono, Vox, you don’t understand–”
“I don’t understand!? You can't simply play ‘Party Rock Anthem’ this late into the night! We either all have to be completely sober or shit-faced to enjoy that song in its entirety!” The voice demon argues.
“And yet you wanna play a song by ‘Queen’? The perfect karaoke band? How is that any different!?”
Before Vox could speak another word, Nina appeared beside the duo. “Alright babies, since I've already collected the next round by myself and you still haven’t decided on a song, it’s mommy’s choice.”
Luca can’t help but laugh as the two of you comedically groan in unison, “But Moooom!”
“Sorry honeys~”
The pair retrieve the trays from the ex-goddess before shuffling their way back to the tables. Once you set your tray down, your hand affectionately reaches up to squeeze your boyfriend's arm. "Doing okay, love?" You wondered aloud, thumb running soothing circles over the fabric of his dress shirt. It's such a simple action, yet every time you do it his heart still skips a beat. He reaches up, clasping his hand over yours before taking your hand and intertwining your fingers together. He gives a soft 'mh-hmm' drawing your hand closer before pressing a light kiss to your knuckles.
His eyes flicker up to you, "How 'bout you? You okay? Hmm?" Your expression softens further, nodding your head with a smile. A disgruntled groan draws both of your attention back to the rest of the group.
"Wow, thanks for reminding the rest of us how painfully single we are." Mysta pouts as he slumps over the table, the only one that actually looks bothered by that fact. The sound of your laughter fills the air, causing an immediate grin to tug at the blonde's lips.
"Awww don't worry Mysta! You'll find the perfect person, eventually; you're an absolute catch after all, despite what you think." You finish with a wink in his direction, which causes the detective to jokingly sob before facing Luca.
"Dammit, man! Why’d you have to steal them away first? Unfair."
Luca can't help but smirk as he leans further back into the booth. "Of course, I had to steal them away. I'm the mean and evil Mafia boss, remember? But…" Lavender eyes trailed up to lock on yours, a flush creeping over his cheeks as he pulled your still-clasped hand back to his lips. “...they stole my heart first. So it's only fair that I pay them back by stealing theirs." Mysta groans again causing Shu and Ike to laugh, the sorcerer patting the detective's back while Nina and Vox coo at the two of you.
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A couple of hours later, the pair of you stumble through the door of your shared home, hand distractedly waving the Lucub that was your Uber, goodbye. Your hand skims the wall in search of the switch as you try to catch your breath, laughter continuing to shake through you; struggling but being able to close the door with your other hand. Your boyfriend was in no better state.
"Can–can you believe it? I didn't think he would actually climb up and dance on the table!" Luca laughed, clutching at his sides.
"You literally told him he didn't have the balls to do it! You have got to stop being such an enabler!" Wheezing, you place a hand on your chest and try to slow your breathing. The blonde only laughed harder. "We're so lucky we'd rented the place out, we absolutely would have gotten kicked out!" After briefly catching your breath, you use your feet to fumble with your shoes but let out a startled sound when you're suddenly swept up in muscular arms. "Ah–Luca!"
Said man continued to laugh as he pulled you into the living room and out of the entryway, beginning to dance you around the furniture; humming a tune of his own. You struggled to keep up with his sudden movements, but not once did you attempt to stop the impromptu dance. His exaggerated movements eventually slowed before he pulls you closer to him, watching as the smile never left your face. He wraps an arm around your waist to draw you flush to his chest, the other clasping one of your hands in his. Your free hand slides up along his shoulder before resting at the nape of his neck. His face and ears are warm as he feels your fingers play with his hair softly.
Luca continues to dance you around the room slowly before lowering you in a dip. The way you ease your body into it, trusting him fully not to drop you, sends butterflies fluttering in his stomach. For a moment he feels like he’s in a dream – the way moonlight peaks through the window, bathing your skin in a soft glow. Or maybe, he half thinks, it’s just the residuals of all the drinks he’s had. Yet he just can’t help the way he stares down at you, holding you suspended in that pose; this kind of feeling can’t only be explained away with alcohol. Only he gets to see you like this – completely comfortable in his arms. You are his, and his alone, and he couldn’t be happier with that thought.
Your eyes flutter open, meeting his awed gaze. The enormous smile that’s been on you since he began this impromptu waltz grows gentle as you take in his expression hovering over you. That fluttering feeling intensifies as he watches the sheer open affection dance in your eyes, and he’s speaking before his brain can even properly process – his tone full of nothing but admiration, “You look amazing.”
Laughing with a hint of shyness, you parrot back at him, “You look amazing.” Your expression grows cheeky as you grip him tighter.
He lets out a little flustered laugh as he shakes his head. “No, really. You look amazing.”
His tone is so serious it catches you off guard, eyes widening for a split second before you pat his chest, letting out a small chuckle. “Okay, we’re both still tipsy.” You pull yourself up while gripping his shoulder; trying to stand up as you regain your footing. Luca quickly realizes and helps with a supporting hand on your back. Though once you’re standing properly, he gets a better look at your face – a chance to see how flustered you are by his words before you duck away, head downcast to hide your sudden rush of shyness.
“Maybe, but–” he slides his hand down your back, pulling you closer by your waist to be against him– “you really are so pretty.” His free hand reaches up to grasp your chin, leaving you no choice but to meet his eyes. There’s definitely alcohol still coursing through his system. He was rarely this bold without some of it in him. As his thumb brushes against your lower lip, his voice gets softer and deeper the longer he continues to speak. “So damn gorgeous...” He leans into you, your noses brushing as his lips ghost over yours; eyes remaining locked. “And you're mine.” His words have weight to them, and it doesn't take long for him to depict it, lips feverishly pressing against yours.
You’re barely able to let out even a sound as his lips mold to yours. Every time your lips part to catch your breath, the more his lips seem to seek yours out. Luca’s chasing yours with something toeing the line of desperation and need. Strong hands clutching at you in such a way that you knew could leave bruises if he so wished, yet his strength was something he was acutely aware of – even with his alcohol-addled mind.
His tongue brushes against your lips and there's not a second wasted before you open your mouth to him, allowing your tongues to brush against each other. You can still taste the drinks on his breath as your hands trail to tangle themselves in golden strands. Pulling out the golden clip, you can't help the content sigh, leaving you at the feeling of his soft hair falling against your fingers. Luca’s own hands began shifting, his hands sliding over your form; slipping their way under your shirt to grasp at your bare skin. The cold leather of his gloves causing you to shiver, his hold on you growing tighter. Yet you suddenly realize where the two of you have been heading, when the hand you have in his hair tugs, and a moan slips from his lips.
You attempt to pull away. However, Luca chases after your lips. “Wai–” You can’t help the noise that leaves you as Luca’s hands grope at your hips, attempting to pull you further against him. Your hands fall from his hair down to his shoulders and attempt to nudge him back. And although he makes another attempt to recapture your lips, he allows you the distance. Breathless from his kisses, you finally say, “Luca wait…” You have a feeling he’s not even aware of the whine he lets out as he finally allows you to take a full step back, his grip loosening but never fully retracting from you. “We’re still tipsy we shouldn’t–I don’t want–” You let out a frustrated breath, head foggy from both the alcohol still in your system and the intense make out you just had. “I don’t want to be tipsy the first time we’re together like that.”
Lavender eyes go from half-lidded to wide-eyed, blinking owlishly at you as the words sink in. You watch as his face shifts from surprise to an emotion you can’t quite depict, before finally settling on serious. With the firm nod he gives, you’d almost believe he was sober if you hadn't seen him down a few glasses at the bar with your own eyes; not including what you could taste on his lips. He tugs at the hem of your shirt lightly, silently asking if you’d move closer. Taking a step forward into his space, he leans in to press another kiss to your lips – much softer than the ones you shared seconds prior. This time, he doesn’t chase after you when you pull away, his eyes looking at you apologetically.
His flush deepens as you chuckle, lips brushing against his cheek before stepping back once more, lightly patting his chest. “Okay, we should drink some water, maybe get some food in us too.” One of your hands raises to tug the collar of your shirt away from your body; almost having to peel it off your skin with how warm your body has gotten. “Definitely take a shower. I’m so sweaty after all the dancing tonight.” You say with a light laugh.
Luca smiles lazily as he watches you make your way to the kitchen. His head still feels like it’s buzzing; mind racing as he thinks about how your body felt in his hands. As he idles there, still in the middle of the room, his thoughts drift back to his earlier conversation with the boys. He can’t help the way he shifts in place, feeling a mixture of nervous excitement. The conversation wouldn’t be as hard or awkward to broach as he initially thought it could be; the previous minutes playing through his head. Luca’s eyes follow you as you amble back into the room and pass him a water bottle. A quick ‘Thank you.’ escapes his lips before he uncaps it, downing about half of it immediately. There are simultaneous ‘Ah's’ as you both finish drinking, causing the two of you to laugh.
Meeting his eyes, you tilt your head toward the staircase, eyes going between it and him. “Do you want to use the shower first? As sweaty as I feel, I don’t mind waiting.”
The mafia boss tipped his head in contemplation. His eyes mimicked yours by looking back towards the stairs before meeting yours again, mouth opening before closing in hesitation. He takes another gulp of his water before nervously stuttering out, “We–we could both take one, ya’know. Together. Bathe together, I mean.” You're not even given a second to respond before he seems to start backpedaling, shaking his head aggressively. “We don’t have to! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable! You can just take one fir–” His jaw shuts with an almost audible click as your hand rests lightly on his forearm.
“I wouldn’t mind, Luca.” You soothe, looking at him with adoring fondness. “Are you sure you’d be okay with that? I know we typically change in the same room together but…” Your sentence trails off, but he understands what you mean, anyway. He shifts his arm, positioning it so he can clasp your hand.
“I am,” He says with a firm nod, “I want to. I–you know–” He swallows as his voice starts to shake from embarrassment, pausing to collect his words. “I like taking care of you; want to care for you in that way, too.”
Now you can feel yourself growing flustered as well. Taking a deep breath, you nod your head. “Okay.” The smile you receive could rival the sun’s warmth. He pulls your hand that’s still clasped in his up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before the pair of you part ways. Luca heads up to prepare the bath, while you grab extra water bottles, making the mental note to grab clean clothes to sleep in.
You can hear the water running as you walk up to your shared bedroom, the door to your bathroom wide open. Setting the bottles on the dresser, you start digging out some comfortable night clothes for the pair of you before joining him in the adjoined bathroom. Luca already has towels set aside for both of you, along with lighting one of your essential oil candles, filling the room with the smell of eucalyptus and tea. He was currently kneeling beside the large tub, one glove removed, as his bare hand dipped into the water to test its warmth. You’ve noticed he tied his hair back, likely not wanting to get it wet before bed; remembering he took a shower before you left to meet with your friends. Setting the clothes on the counter as the blonde finally turns the faucet off and stands. Though he must have not heard you enter the room, as he nearly jumps when he turns to find you behind him. A tell of how lost in thought he is considering how acutely aware of his surroundings he normal is.
“Oh, hi–umm…” You can practically feel the nervous energy radiating off of Luca. His hands fidget with the glove he’s still wearing before taking it off. His nervous eyes can only look at you for a few seconds before letting them settle back on the tub. He's out of his element here – unintentionally causing a standstill between the two of you. The awkward seconds you both are just standing there become increasingly long in his head as he tries to think of a way to break it. Should he just start undressing? Should he help you undress? He doesn’t get very far into the thought process before you approach him, hands gripping lightly on his blazer, deciding for him.
“Need some help there, big guy?” He can practically feel his mind stop working, letting out a flustered noise.
“I–” He pauses, letting his brain process before continuing. “Yes? But shouldn’t I–”
Your hands help ease the white blazer off of his shoulders, letting it slip down his arms before turning and laying it nicely over the counter. When you turn to face him again, his lips are parted in surprise, brain trying to catch up with your actions. “Luca, you already do so much for me. Let me do this for you. Okay, hun?” He’s clearly still flustered, but nods his head in agreement, letting out a shaky breath as your fingers find the top button of his dress shirt. You refrain from making any comment, not wanting to cause your boyfriend to go on a tangent, but you can’t help but admire his pecs as they’re slowly exposed to you. Eyes tracing the lines of the tattoo you’ve seen a hundred times. Once it’s fully unbuttoned, Luca gives a small roll of his shoulders, helping the silky fabric slip down his arms. Before you can catch it, as it slips down to the floor, the blonde's hands move forward, lightly tugging at the bottom of your shirt. Without any preamble, you raise your arms to allow him to pull the fabric off of you.
The Mafia boss can’t help the way his eyes immediately trail down to your chest before coming to a stop at your hips. His hands subconsciously reach out and brush the tips of his fingers along them and he can feel the way your body shivers at the almost ticklish sensation before pulling his hands back as he realizes what he was doing. He’s so unsure of how to proceed, not used to being this intimate with someone. Yes, this is far from the first time he’s seen you in some state of undress. Except this was the first time he’s ever helped undress you. This is one of the very few situations where you are more experienced, Luca never having gotten this far in a relationship before. Hell, this is his first proper relationship. Though he didn't have the time to casually look for lovers when it came to his line of work. He's thankful because you even accept him for who he is, and what he does.
He’s jolted back to the present once more when he feels your fingers tug at the belt on his pants. “Can I take these off too, darling?” Luca lets out a heavy breath, not realizing he had been holding it.
“Yeah. Can I also–” He brings his hands up to thumb at the button of your pants. Giving your consent, you both undo the other pants. Once they were as far as you each could take them, you both stepped back to finish removing them until the two of you were left standing in your underwear. To speed this part up, you both removed them yourselves; placing them in the clothes hamper to clean later.
Once those were set aside, Luca offered his hand to help you inside the tub. Smiling, you thank him as you step in. A satisfied sigh leaves your lips as you sink into the warm water. Making yourself comfortable against the back of the tub, you reach your arms out – gesturing for Luca to join you in the tub. You can practically see the gears start turning inside his head, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ as he connects the dots. There’s a stutter to his movements. However, you can tell it’s from embarrassment rather than hesitation. He joins you in the bath, eyes so focused on the water it almost makes you laugh. Luca sinks into the water and makes himself comfortable between your bent knees; facing you.
One of your hands rests on his upper arm as you ask, “Is it okay for me to wash you?” The tips of his ears are still a bright red as he gives a quick nod of approval. Picking up the small cup you keep here for baths, you fill it before pouring the cup over his shoulders. You can’t help but watch the way the water rolls over his skin, eyes tracing over his chest and tattoos. Once his skin is damp enough, you reach over to grab his body wash before pausing as an idea strikes you. “Luca, could you turn around for me? I think it’d be easier to start with your back.”
“Oh, uh, okay like–” He does his best to turn around without sloshing the water too much, making sure as well to not bump into you. Once his back is to you, he looks over his shoulder at you and asks, “Like this?”
“Mhm, perfect thank you.” Finally picking up the body wash, you pour a bit of it onto your hand. After you place the bottle aside, you lather the soap between your hands before reaching up to massage it into his shoulders. He grows a bit tense instinctively before relaxing into your touch, his eyes closing briefly in contentment. Working the soap into his skin, you ease the knots out of his shoulders. By the time you reach his lower back just above the water, he's completely relaxed under your touch. You rinse him off before placing your hands lightly on his shoulders, leaning your head forward to speak. “Lean against me, please?”
He looks at you again, a small crease between his brows. “Like against you?” When you nod, he continues. “But won’t I be too heavy?”
“No, it’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, I like it when you're against me.” Your hands gently urge him to lean back against you, rubbing small circles into his shoulders. It takes a moment before his toned back is resting flush against your chest. The warmth of his skin causing you to smile. Luca swallows, still red in the face, and if anything it grows darker. He can feel the way your heart beats against his back and it makes his own feel like it skips a beat. Not to mention the feel of your bare chest against him makes him glad that you couldn’t see his face, knowing there's no way you wouldn’t tease him relentlessly for it.
You pick up the body wash again, soaping up your hands before slowly bringing them to hover over his stomach. His breath hitches even as you just barely brush him before they fully settle against his warm skin; spread fingers dangerously close to his pelvis. When he doesn’t pull away, you allow your hands to start rubbing the soap into his skin. Your fingers edge towards his elevated thighs, swiping lightly over the place where his hips meet said skin. The effect it has on the blonde is instantaneous; letting out a shuddered breath before dropping his head back on your shoulder. His breath fans against the side of your face in quick pants as your hands massage down his thighs, digging your fingers into any soft skin they can reach. Turning your head allows you to press soft kisses against the side of his face; watching him sink into your soft touch.
Luca felt like he was melting, eyes becoming half-lidded as he relished in your touch. Between the warmth of the water, your chest pressed against his back, your mouth– your hands– you. All of you. He couldn’t help but crave more. One of his hands grasps your wrist lightly, resting there as his other hand reaches up to cup the side of your face, turning his so he can meet your lips. Feeling your smile grow against his mouth makes him kiss you deeper, hand moving to the back of your head as he takes in your lips. Luca could kiss you for hours, the taste of your lips intoxicating to him. He wanted to be engulfed in the feeling completely, drinking in the entirety of you, and only you. Of course, he’d be too embarrassed to ever tell you this to your face.
The water shifts as he turns his body towards you, the blonde’s heavy breaths fanning against your lips every time you separate from each other's mouths. He fully sits up, causing you to tilt your head up as he towers over you, your back remaining relaxed against the tub. When his kisses start to grow feverish once more, you break away with a light laugh, pressing your free hand to his chest and pulling back enough to look him in the eyes; voice hushed as you speak.
“Luca, I haven’t even finished washing you yet. Come on big guy,” Your smile widens at the quiet whine he lets out, watching him pout.
“Can I help you?” When your head tilts in question, he clarifies, “Wash you? I want to wash you too.”
“Sure let me–” Your words are cut off as Luca’s large hands grab your waist, lifting you out of the water enough to switch places with you. He settles back against the tub before setting you in his lap, facing him. You shake your head with a fond laugh. “You didn’t even let me finish.”
“I know, sorry, but,” He blinks, pausing to think for a moment. “This way you can finish washing me while I wash you, yeah?” His hands shift from your waist to rest lightly on the top of your thighs. “What do you think? Hmm?”
Instead of responding, you pick up the cup once more; filling it before tipping it over his chest. He takes the cup from you once you're done with it and repeats the process with you. Pouring more soap into your hands, you pass him that bottle as well before finally bringing your hands to his pecs. Although he knew it was coming, a gasp still left his lips as your hands cupped his chest. Part of yourself is slightly jealous of how soft and large his chest is – though that thought is all but overwhelmed by the content feeling of knowing that this man was yours. Your fingers dig more into the muscle, practically groping him at this point, drawing out a huff mixed with both exasperation and shyness from the blonde that's your in the midst of feeling up. “They’re not that big,” He grumbles.
“They totally are.” You snicker. He opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off by swooping in for another kiss. It’s nothing more than a peck, yet you begin trailing these light kisses from his lips to his cheek, his chin, down his throat, before finally coming to a stop over his fast-beating heart. “I’m not complaining, though. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How damn attractive you are, physically and otherwise?” He gasps as your kiss turns into a nip, leaving a pink mark over the place where his heart rests. “I’m so lucky to call you mine.”
He’s unsure how to respond to your words immediately, feeling overwhelmed by his emotions. Biting his lip, he tries his best to return to his initial task; pouring some of the body wash into his hand before setting it aside and bringing his hands to your waist. They hesitate there for a moment before he starts to massage the soap into your skin. He flinches slightly when you cup the side of his face with one of your hands, your thumb forcing his teeth to release his now-swollen lip. His hands tighten their hold on your waist and the resulting groan that falls from your lips stokes the heat twisting in his stomach.
“You’re so beautiful.” The words are out of his mouth before he can even think. Leaning into you, he buries his face in your neck, brushing his nose back and forth against your collarbone. “So damn gorgeous.” Leaving a trail of kisses, he makes his way to your shoulder. “So gorgeous.” He mutters again. His hands slip further down, gripping the plush of your thighs. Luca feels your hand trail to the back of his neck, playing with the few short strands that have slipped from his ponytail. “You're so sweet to me. Sometimes I really don’t know what’d I do if I didn’t have you. And even if I get embarrassed and don’t have the words to give back to you, you always know how to read me like a book…” He brushes his nose against your skin once more before pulling back to look into your eyes, his gaze glimmering with nothing but pure affection. “I love you…. so, so much.”
Leaning your forehead against his, you smile warmly, returning his gaze with just as much vigor. “I love you too.”
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The two of you stay in the bath until the water starts to turn cold, wanting to get properly cleaned but also not wanting this new experience to end. After giving yourselves a proper wash, you both drain the water, reluctantly get out and dry off. Pulling on your sleep clothes, the pair of you fall into bed together, getting comfy under your big blanket. Luca takes up his usual position; lying partially on his side with you tucked into his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist while he runs the fingertips of his other hand along your back. One of your arms is tucked under your head while your free hand plays with the now loose strands of his hair.
“Would you really want to?” He suddenly asks; voice lowered into a whisper, believing if he spoke any louder, you'd somehow be overheard. You hum in question, giving him the sign to continue, “Y’know, want to be–” he stops for a moment, before looking down at you. “Do you want to be intimate with me?”
You're silent for a moment, searching his eyes. He looks utterly serious about his question and, after a moment, as you throw his own words back at him, “Do you?”
“Y–yeah?” His immediate response is hesitant before responding again, firmer this time. “Yes.” He lets out a shuddering breath, focusing on the feel of his hand trailing over your back. “I’ve thought about it for a while, but I know I’m pretty inexperienced. I–” his eyes dart away from you as his expression grows hesitant. “I know it’s dumb since we’ve never really talked about it, but part of me was worried that it would…” His voice trails off, leaving his sentence unfinished. You, however, could pick up what he couldn’t say.
A frown tugs at your lips, wanting nothing more than to shoo those thoughts away. “Luca, please look at me.” His lips purse for a second before he meets your gaze. Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss against his lips. He returns it, sighing contentedly as the tension melts from him. He’s much calmer when you pull back. “I don't need sex to have or want to be with you, hun.” You press another kiss to his lips. “I didn’t fall in love with you with the thought that I’d eventually get sex out of you. That would have just been a bonus. If you had even wanted that, of course.” You say with an easy shrug.
He swallows, before nodding, a small smile finally returning to his face. There’s a quiet moment before he whispers once more, “I’ve never done it before.”
“And that’s alright.” You acknowledge as your hand brushes his bangs back. “That’s why I don’t want to rush into any of this. Or be potentially inebriated.” Snuggling deeper into his chest, you rest your ear against his heart. The consistent thump of his heartbeat is the perfect song to lure you into sleep. “We can talk more about it tomorrow, okay? I’ll answer questions you have.” He agrees with a short hum, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I love you, Luca.”
“I love you too.” He buries his face deeper into your hair. “More than anything.”
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He Comforts You - Ike 💙
Ike Eveland x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.
✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | 💙 You comfort him
✦ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, & comfort
✧ — Word count: 446 | Ao3
Snippets of time showing how you and your partner care for each other.
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If you could only choose one word to describe how you were feeling after your day at work, it would be 'done'. Not only had your boss called out today, but they had also left you with the amount of work that would normally need three people to complete. Which meant you had to stay long after your shift had already ended. And you wouldn't even be paid more for it. You'd quit in a heartbeat if you could afford it.
You were all but stumbling as you entered your home. The door shutting behind you with a little more force than intended as you leaned your weight back against it. You don’t even have the energy to lean down to properly remove your shoes; toeing them off and leaving them haphazardly in front of the door. However, you don’t get even two steps further into the house before Ike emerges from the hallway. His expression softens at the sight of you, giving you a sincere smile. “Welcome home, darling.” You return his smile, albeit yours being a tired one.
He’s by your side in no time, taking your hand in his. The novelist starts leading you down the hallway and before you can even ask where you're going; he pushes the bathroom door open. The soothing smell of eucalyptus and spearmint fill the room thanks to the candles he’d lit beforehand; giving the room a soft glow. The tub was filled, and you eyed it longingly, no doubt that the water was still warm. Your attention is drawn back to your loving boyfriend as a hand lightly rests on the small of your back, the warmth radiating through your clothes “Come on darling, let's get you in, shall we?” His hand glides up to help slip off your jacket. “I have the kettle on if you want a cup of tea while you soak.”
“Ike you didn’t have to do all this–”
He silences you with a gentle peck to your lips, “You’ve had such a rough day hun, just let me treat you.” He helps remove the rest of your clothes before helping you into the tub. As you sink further into the warm water, you can’t help but release a sigh of contentment. He chuckles affectionately, kneeling beside the tub so he can brush aside a few stray strands of hair before placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be back with your tea in a moment. Take as long in the tub as you need.”
Just before he leaves the room, you call out to him. He pauses with a questioning hum. “Thank you, Ike. I seriously appreciate it.”
“Of course, my dear.”
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Intertwined With You
❤️ Vox Akuma/GN!Reader/Mysta Rias 🧡
Chapter 1: Somno
✧ — Chapter Focus: Mysta x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.
✧ — Wordcount: 11.7k+ | NSFW 🔞
A nonlinear series of intimate moments spent exploring new things with your boyfriends.
Series M.list | Ao3
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Chapter Warnings:
Established Poly Relationship, Kink Discussion, Kink Exploration, Switch Mysta, Switch GN!Reader, Light Somnophilia, Rough Play, Light Sadism & Masochism, Praise Kink, & light degradation
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A long, tired yawn escapes you. You don’t know how long you’ve laid here staring at the wall across from you, but it certainly hasn’t helped you fall asleep. Reaching a hand to grope at the nightstand blindly, you eventually find your phone and check the time – practically flash-banging yourself in the process, causing you to wince – you see it's nearing one in the morning. Sighing, you unlock the device and mourn for your loss of sleep; hoping it’ll be different tomorrow. Behind you, the mattress dips as Mysta shifts in his sleep; his body turns towards you as he readjusts.
Peering over your shoulder, you just manage to glimpse his sleeping face before he buries it into his pillow. It's impossible to keep the tiny smile off your face, his features soft as he’s curled up in your sheets, clutching at the pillow. "Cute." As if responding to you, the brunette lets out a little whine. Your shoulders shake in silent laughter, admiring him for a moment longer before turning your attention back to your phone.
You should be following the detective's lead and getting back to sleep; especially with the way he makes sleep seem so inviting. Unfortunately, it just seemed to be one of those nights – your body was physically tired, yet your mind was wide awake. Dragging your thumb across the screen, you debate what to do. Maybe putting on one of the boy’s ASMR streams will help you doze off. You’ll need the help anyway with the way sleep usually goes for you, the bitter thought creeping into your head.
Opening up YouTube, your first recommended video is Vox's current live stream; lucky for you it’s a relatively chill game too, perfect for attempting to fall asleep to. Clicking the video, Vox's amused chuckles immediately fill the room – at a much louder volume than you anticipated. You panic and scramble hastily to lower the volume. A sigh comes from behind you and for a second you worry you’ve woken Mysta up, silently scolding yourself with a click of your tongue. Before you can turn over and apologize— debating whether to find your headphones— warmth curls around you, locking you in place. One of Mysta's lanky arms curls around your waist, hand seeking warmth under your shirt and coming to rest over your stomach. One of his knees manages to wedge its way between your thighs as his face nestles into the crook of your neck. A tingling sensation creeps over you as his warm breath fans across your skin.
You can’t help but let out a stuttering breath, his touch far more forward than usual, and it takes you a moment to relax in his hold. It’s not like the three of you haven’t spooned before. You all end up cuddling quite often; both of your boyfriends being very physically affectionate men. At least one, or both, holding onto you whenever you share a bed at night. However, there's just something about the way they curl around you, weight against you as Mysta is now, that still makes you flustered. Ignoring the heat creeping across your face, you try to tune back into whatever Vox is playing in hopes of his soothing voice lulling you to sleep; the phone placed on the sheets next to your pillow.
And eventually, it does seem to work. Relaxing back into the embrace only seems to encourage Mysta to curl around you fully though, hands firmly making their home on you. You finally start to slip into unconsciousness, eyes fluttering closed – until your body jolts dazedly when Mysta suddenly shifts roughly into you. It barely registers in your brain until it happens again. And again.
A rush of air escapes through your clenched teeth when Mysta’s nails suddenly dig into your stomach. More conscious now, one of your hands reaches down to grip his wrist with an unhappy grunt of his name. However, before you can pry his piercing grip from your delicate flesh, he suddenly whines into the back of your neck, causing you to freeze; goosebumps rising along your skin.
Concern starts to swirl in the pit of your stomach. Was he having another nightmare? Once more, you try to turn over. However, the detective's grip only seems to tighten, whimpering into your neck once more. In the next second, he jolts against you again, and it’s only then that you notice something– a poking sensation on your lower back. Your suspicions were confirmed when he let out a low moan, lips parted against your neck. A tired laugh comes out of you as you slump back against the mattress in relief, affection lacing your voice as you mutter his name.
Finally forcing yourself around, you can put just enough distance between your bodies to take in the situation; the Brit’s face scrunching up in displeasure at the sudden lack of warmth. Unable to hold back an affectionate coo, you let one of your hands reach out to cup his face. The pinch in his expression softens as he almost immediately begins snuggling into your palm; enjoying the warmth. For a moment, your heart squeezes in such a way you feel as if you're drowning in absolute adoration. You stay like that for a moment longer, letting your thumb caress his cheek before moving it to rub across his bottom lip.
Another lazy soft moan pulls from Mysta’s mouth, the lower half of his body in search of friction; his hips were slightly bucking. Letting your hand fall from his face, it instead glides towards the back of his head, gently threading its way through the ashen brown strands. Your other hand finds its way to his side, the tips of your fingers gently tracing their way down to his hip before sliding back up. His body shivers from the tickling sensation, but instead of pulling away, he pushes further into your hands; an overwhelming sense of need in his motions.
A gentle smirk is plastered on your face as your half-lidded eyes trail down the length of his body before landing on the bulge forming in the brunette's boxers. The hand tracing his side finally slides up to his shoulder, ready to wake him– teasing remarks at the ready– when a thought suddenly hits you, pausing completely in your actions.
Taking in an excited breath, you're suddenly reminded of the talk you’d had a few days prior.
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The pot on the stove was slowly coming to a boil. Giving it one last stir before turning down the heat a bit to let it sit for a moment so you can finish chopping up your ingredients. Tonight was your self-proclaimed night to prepare dinner. Vox was banned from the kitchen as he already cooked most evenings and Mysta was banned for, well… obvious reasons. Said man, however, was lounging on the couch in the living room, his bright blue eyes locked intensely on you, tracking your movements like a dedicated watchdog.
Chuckling, eyes remaining on the knife in your hands, you ask, “Something I can do for you, babe?” No response. Tipping your head to meet his gaze for a moment, you flash him a wink, setting down the knife to run a hand up your waist in a comedically enticing manner. “See something you like~?” Your joking gets you a huff, but he made no further comments in response, catching you a bit off guard. After a moment of debate, you reach over and turn the stove down further so you can give him your full attention. Picking up a towel to wipe off your hands, moving around the counter as you ask, “Have I done something wrong, hun? Or did I forget something?”
Another huff escapes the detective as he sits up, though this time he averts his gaze from you; a ghost of a blush creeping across his cheeks. “N–No, you didn’t do anything just…” A gloved hand reaches up to fiddle with a strand of hair, twirling it around his finger repeatedly. “I wanted to–” He signs in frustration, all the courage he had built up vanishing as he visibly deflates. “Never mind, it's not important…” Biting your lip, you debate over whether this is something you should push. You didn’t have much context, and you didn’t want him to retreat further into his shell.
Taking a few more steps into the room, you figure you might as well ask one more time before dropping the subject and continuing with dinner. As you approach the couch, something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. Sitting atop the coffee table is a familiar white sheet of paper; one you haven’t seen for a while.
A couple of months into your relationship, when the three of you were beginning to become more intimate with each other, Vox made a suggestion. Each of you would compile three lists: turn-on's and kinks, hard no’s, and the final list compiled things you were interested in trying out; the last page being the one currently sitting in front of him. Even from a distance, you can make out the bold letters of your name at the top of the page, and intrigue takes over your expression. “Mysta, is there something on there you wanted to ask me about?”
This time there was no mistaking the flush spreading across his face, head briefly looking up at you; letting you catch a proper view of his face. “I–Uh… y–yeah.” Mysta quickly clears his throat, hoping to cover up the crack in his voice. He doesn’t succeed, but he’s cute, so you don’t feel inclined to tease him about it right now. “I was looking into a few of the things on here and uh, I wanted to ask you specifically about–” He leans forward, dragging the paper closer to him, words a bit hesitant as he reads– “som–somnophilia?”
Your eyes widen for a fraction of a second before giving him a firm nod of your head. “Alright, give me one second.” Turning on your heels, you make your way back into the kitchen, explaining further, “Let me cover the food and turn the stove off. Don’t want to burn the food… or the house down.” The last part was more so muttered to yourself, setting the lid on the pot as you continue. “Can you text Vox to come down, please? He should be here too.”
Although you can’t see it, Mysta nods his head. Pulling out his phone, he shoots a quick text to the demon before dropping the device back down on the cushion beside him. He takes a few deep breaths, preparing himself for the conversation, eyes closing shortly to compose himself; this was a first after all and he didn’t wanna say anything wrong. It’s not long before Vox emerges from the hallway, looking between the pair of you curiously. After you make sure the food is safely set aside, the three of you settle in the living room.
Vox claims a spot on the couch, one leg crossed over the other and an arm draped along the backrest. Instead of sitting with them, you chose to sit in an armchair across from them, getting comfortable as you give both men a comforting smile. “Okay, so Mysta, you wanted to ask me about somnophilia?”
Immediately, Vox’s eyes light up in recognition before turning his attention to his lover beside him; interest piqued. The brunette nods his head, hands moving as he talks. “Like I said– I was trying to look into it, but most of the search results were…” He trails off, brows pinched.
“Unhelpful?” Vox supplied with a chuckle.
With a roll of his eyes, Mysta agreed, annoyance clear in his voice. “Everything was all over the place! So many articles with doctors, psychologists, and whatnot. And none of the forums it linked me to were very…” He let his sentence trail off, visibly cringing. When he finally meets your gaze, you give him a sympathetic smile.
“Believe me,” you let out a dry chuckle, “I understand. The thing about this kink is that it very much rests on a border. If not approached appropriately,–” you gestured with your hand as though underlining the word– “can lead to doing one of the most disgusting things you could ever do to another person.”
“Have you ever tried it before?” Mysta asked before looking like he wanted to smack himself. Of course, you hadn’t tried it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be on your list.
Before he can try to correct himself, you shake your head and answer honestly, “No. I haven’t.” You look between your boyfriends before your gaze trails to the side, a slightly pained look in your eyes. “It’s something I’ve thought about before, but… I haven't felt…” you pause, eyes trailing off to another corner of the room as you try to find the right words. “Safe enough… in past relationships to bring it up.”
Your attention is brought back to the couch when you hear a loving, deep chuckle. Vox has his golden eyes locked on you; expression nothing but adoration and trust. His wide smile causes his eyes to squint in a way that the pink hue becomes more noticeable; a perfect color to complement his affections. “Well, love, I’m very glad you feel safe enough with us to want to experiment with new things. It’s a pretty unique kink; so you feeling comfortable with us, enough so to want to try it out, means the world.” His head turns to look at the man beside him. The detective sits a bit straighter as Vox’s loving gaze is turned on him. The demon’s arm that had rested on the back of the couch moves forward, softly running his hand through Mysta’s ashen brown hair. “I’m sure we both feel that way...”
Mysta's soft blush quickly grows at Vox’s words, and he pointedly keeps his eyes away from both of you; staring down at his hands and biting his lip. The detective doesn't pull away from Vox’s hand though, instead, leans further into it before nodding his head in agreement. Clearing his throat, Mysta finally continues, “There were some pretty sus things on most of those websites…” His blue eyes meet yours, expression becoming serious. “But I know you– we know you.” With a sigh, Mysta finally swats away the hand playing with his hair– causing Vox to retreat with an amused chuckle– before crossing his arms over his chest and returning to the main topic. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you about it. It’s on your list, so I wanna hear how it works from you.” He says, tilting his head in your direction.
“True, but I appreciate you trying to do your own research.” You smile at him. “Even if you couldn’t find anything helpful, the thought that you went out of your way to try to learn already means a lot to me.” He pouts a bit in embarrassment, but quickly bounces back to the topic at hand.
“So what exactly is the goal of somnophilia?” Mysta finally asks, fingers tapping over his arms. “Like, a lot of comments I saw were about waking or being woken up by their partner going down on them or giving them a handjob.”
“Mmm yeah, that can be part of it but, that’s not really the full thing…” Your fingers start picking at the arm of the chair as you contemplate the best way to explain this without making it more confusing.
Seeing your predicament, Vox chimes in, “Waking up your partner is not exactly the goal.” Mysta raises a brow at that.
With a nod of your head, you continue, “Yeah, exactly. If you wake up in the middle of it, that's fine. However, the idea is that you perform those sexual acts while your partner stays asleep.”
Mysta’s eyes widened with understanding, connecting the dots in his brain. “That’s why you said it rests on a border.”
“Exactly.” Sitting up straight, you give both men a serious look. “I know you both know this, but I’m going to say it anyway. I will never do anything involving somnophilia unless I am given explicit consent by either of you beforehand. And vice versa if I want it done to me. Understood?” Both men nod firmly in agreement. “Good. If we do ever try this out, aftercare is of course a must, but also it’s good to check in as well. Just to make sure. And as always, our safe words still apply.”
Relaxing back into the chair for a moment, you send another smile in Mysta’s direction. “Any other questions, babe?” He opened his mouth for half a second before closing it shut. He genuinely seems to contemplate it for another moment before shaking his head no. “If you have any more thoughts, definitely ask. For now, I should get back to dinner. We still gotta eat!”
Just as you turn around to make your way back to the kitchen, Vox slides up behind you, arms slipping around your waist, his warm chest pressing against your back. “Why don’t I give you a hand, dear?” His chin rests on your shoulder, using his smooth voice to coax you. “It would make the process a lot faster.” Your eyes roll fondly at the dark-haired demon, however seeing as this would get it done faster, you ultimately agreed. ‘Just this once.’ you tell him, causing him to laugh.
Mysta remains on the couch, watching the pair of you with a smile tugging at his lips; the tension leaving him after the conversation. He still doesn't understand how he got so lucky to be with the both of you. Letting out a fond huff, his thoughts tell him exactly what the pair of you would. ‘Luck has nothing to do with it.’
After eating dinner, Mysta pulls you aside before the three of you can head off to your rooms. Vox continues on ahead to his room, but not before giving you both a supportive smile. Once he’s disappeared from view, Mysta finally speaks. “I–... I think I wanna try.” He mutters as he fidgets with one of your hands, eyes fixated on the lines along your palm. It’s not difficult to figure out what he’s talking about and you turn fully towards him, giving your full attention. With a sweet smile and a squeeze of his hand, you lock eyes with him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He gives a firm nod and grips your hand tightly. “I’m sure.” Mysta takes in a shuddering breath before continuing, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. “Maybe not tonight cause I think I’m too anxious about it now, but maybe we can try it sometime soon?”
“Of course baby.” Your free hand raises to cup the side of his face before placing a gentle kiss on his quivering lips. “We’ll try it out sometime soon.”
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A shiver of anticipation and nerves runs through your body. Your hand moves back from his shoulder down to his side, fingers lightly dragging down his body as you make it to the edge of his sleep shirt. The fabric had ridden up ever so slightly from his tossing and turning, exposing a quarter of his hip and stomach. Tracing a finger lightly over the newly exposed skin, you watch his body twitch; his expression twitching with the small motions.
Now, this was not the first time you had sex – nor was it the first time you’ve had sex with Mysta. But just the realization that this was something new that you had wanted to do, and were going to be trying– with him specifically – had a warmth already pooling in your core; thighs clenching together tightly. Your gaze trails back up his body to pause on his face, thinking about all the things you want to do to him. God, you wanted this– wanted him. Slowly sitting up, you lean over to move his body as you wanted it, easing him onto his back. First step; done. Next in order: clothes.
Slipping off of the bed, it only takes a moment before you're stripped bare. Easing your way back to the bed, you ease his legs apart, bending his legs enough to sit in between them. As you settle between his thighs, you assess your next move. It would be fairly difficult to remove his shirt completely while he is asleep, you determine before nodding to yourself, ‘It’ll be fine for now.’. You really only needed to worry about his bottom half, after all. With the plan set, your hands move to strip him of his boxers – careful to be as slow as possible. Fingers curling into the waistband, you ease the fabric down and off. Once removed, you throw them aside with little concern, his underwear finding their home on the floor; mingling with your discarded pile of clothing.
Your hands trail up his thighs as your eyes lock on his already hard cock. “I wonder what kind of dirty dream your head thought up this time to get you this hard already?” You chuckle, eyes briefly flicking up to look at his face before looking back down. The head is flushed red and there's already a small trail of pre-cum dripping from the tip, twitching slightly in the open air. Perfect. Less work for you to do.
Reaching over to your nightstand, you pull out the things you’ll need. Grabbing a small bottle of lube and a couple of condoms before setting them to the side and closing the drawer. Now prepared, you settle back between his long legs quickly, making sure he doesn't shift back onto his side. Your hands are drawn back to his thighs, causing them to jolt a bit at the cold touch – his body is abundantly warm. Keeping your touch light, your hands slide up to his hips and back down, occasionally giving a firm squeeze. Eyes remain locked on his face as you watch the way he reacts to your touch, short breathy huffs whenever your hands slipped closer to his crotch; but not quite where he wants them to be.
Unable to help yourself, you lean your face down and begin mouthing at the dip of his waistline. A trail of kisses, licks, and nips is left in your wake. Goosebumps spread across his body at the feather-light sensations. As you draw closer to his hardened cock, you can feel the heat of it against your cheek, eyeing him as you switch sides; reveling in his soft noises. Once you've reached the base of his cock, you leave one last kiss – watching him twitch – before drawing back.
Fingers gripping the bottom of his shirt, you slowly push it up, the fabric resting close to his face. Letting out a quiet hum, your gaze trails along his soft stomach and chest as it is exposed. Lightly pushing his leg down, you maneuver over it so you could prop yourself up beside him as one of your hands slides back down to rest on his hip. With the better angle, you continue your previous mission. Trailing light pecks up his stomach before finally reaching his chest, which rises and falls quickly with his quick breathing. Hovering over his side, you continue your trail around his pec, hand still lightly stroking over his hip.
By this point, his breathing had turned into soft yet audible panting; brows furrowed on his sleeping face. Finally, you decide to stop teasing him, taking one of his nipples into your mouth and giving a few gentle sucks before tugging at it with your teeth. He whines at the sensation, causing you to pull your mouth away quickly when his body jolts. Yet a quick peek at his face confirms that he's still fast asleep – eyes practically glued shut, mind still wrapped up in whatever dirty dream he is currently having. Releasing a quiet breath of relief, you return to your previous actions, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud. Trailing your hand from his hip up, you let your nails lightly drag across his skin before reaching its destination; beginning to pinch and tug at the nipple unoccupied by your lips.
Whenever he becomes restless, you pull yourself away from his chest; starting this cycle to make sure he stays asleep as long as possible. After a few minutes of this, you push yourself away before pursing your lips – completely unsatisfied by the current lack of love bites on him. Though it’s not a total surprise; he’s had more cases to solve than usual this last month resulting in schedules clashing. The only mark that remains is a faint trace of a bite left by Vox, placed just over his heart. You can’t help but look down at your own chest, running a finger along your own fading mark. Debating it for a moment, you ultimately decide to wait, reassuring yourself that you can refresh his marks later. This wouldn’t be the last time, after all. For now, you had another task to accomplish.
Pushing your body back, you make yourself comfortable before reaching for the bottle of lube; practiced hands, pouring the appropriate amount on your fingers. Preparing yourself doesn’t take long, as this is fairly routine at this point. Though, that doesn’t mean you don’t let out a few quiet groans of pleasure while doing so; biting your lip to keep quiet. Once you deem yourself ready, you slip your fingers out before slowly moving to straddle his hips; climbing on top of him at last. Trailing your hands down, you finally let them glide along his cock, causing his entire body to shiver, a groan slipping from his mouth. Keeping your eyes locked on his face, you close your fist loosely over him. Another gasp leaves him and you feel him twitch within your hand; giving him a couple of light strokes to make sure he’s hard enough before releasing him.
Grabbing the condom you'd set aside, you carefully open it before easily slipping it over him; doing your best to throw the wrapper back towards the nightstand. Once it’s in place, you re-pick up the lube and apply some to his cock, favoring being overly prepared than not. None of you want to make that mistake again, you think with a grimace. Brushing the thoughts away, you allow your strokes to be much firmer this time, causing his hips to jerk up into your hand; causing you to try to stifle a laugh. His lips part in a long moan as his hands clench at the sheets below him, pulling them loose from their tucked-in position. Mysta’s face scrunches up, and you’re almost sure he’s waking up as he starts to mutter; head-turning into the pillow with a whine before settling once more.
Taking a deep breath, you move forward, body hovering over him as you position yourself over his cock, lining yourself up before slowly sinking down till your ass is flush against his hips; feeling him fully inside you. The reactions it pulls from the two of you are immediate – eyes fluttering as your mouth falls open in a silent moan. Mysta, however, is anything but quiet. His back arches, head tossed back into the pillows, exposing more of his neck to you as a wanton moan tears past his lips, his hands digging further into the sheets. You watch with bated breath as he blinks rapidly, staring up at you. His blue eyes are half-open now. However, they're still heavily glazed over by sleep. With the way he dazedly looks up at you, you can't help but wonder if he even realizes this is real.
He mutters something incoherent to you before his eyes flutter close again, settling back into the plush bed. As he eases back into unconsciousness, you have a moment to collect yourself. Taking a few deep breaths, you can feel yourself relax further against him, leaning forward so you can place your hands on his chest to give yourself a bit more leverage. It doesn’t take long for you to get used to the feeling of him. You're so turned on that you want nothing more than to start riding him hard and fast until both of you are dripping with sweat and cum, unable to think of anything other than reaching your next orgasm. You hold back though, taking another deep breath as you remind yourself, ‘Not yet. Gotta ease him into it first.’. After you’ve calmed your thoughts down, you start to move. Picking yourself up before gliding back down his length, keeping your movements slow and meticulous. Enjoying the feeling of being filled, gently grinding your hips against him, with soft moans and sighs escaping your lips.
Mysta, on the other hand, is all wrapped up in having such a good dream. Honestly, it had all started out very sweet and innocent. Lying beneath the stars, his lovers on either side of him, cocooning him between them as they stargazed. He’s unsure when innocent touches had shifted to something more heated, but it’s not like he’d complain. The feeling of being taken care of both physically and mentally by such amazing people– a wave of different emotions crash through him. The three of you have been dating for over a year now. He often recalls how the pining and flirting had started long, long before that.
Yet, Mysta still can’t wrap his head around it. How can the both of you love him so unconditionally? Without a shred of hesitation? Logically, he knows the answers, and he returns those feelings completely. He knows that no relationship is perfect, and the three of you have gone through your own trials and tribulations. But it still baffles him from time to time.
He didn’t need his experience as a detective to understand why you and Vox fell for each other. The two of you complement each other perfectly; the chemistry is undeniable between you two. Vox was intimidating, smooth, and so put together. His experience in both social and romantic situations is an obvious sign of the long life he’s lived; giving off an aura of both class and dominance. Though, as intimidating as he can come off, Vox is immensely caring. Being attentive to every little known change in mood and having comforting words ready at hand, knowing exactly what to say whenever either of you or even your friends are in distress. Many knew of his flirtatious habits, yet very few are granted a glimpse of the true romantic he is.
Not to mention the bonus of being an excellent chief and a diligent enjoy-er of keeping the house tidy. The detective has been more than happy to reap those benefits.
Alternatively, Mysta could wholeheartedly say you were just as supportive and caring. Similarly to Vox, you could also be pretty intimidating. Though, more so in personality than in looks. It's almost concerning how easy it is for you to read them. Finding ways to get under their skin – In the best of ways, of course. Always seeming to know exactly which buttons to push; whether that was in day-to-day life or, more excitingly, in the bedroom. You had basically taken a masterclass at looking after them when they’d forget to look after themselves, always a grounding presence for both him and Vox.
If a stranger were to ask him what the two of you were like in a relationship, the detective knew he wouldn't have the proper words to explain it. Neither could he put words to the feelings he felt for the pair of you. Hell, he could search for hours through any of Ike’s novels and he’d still feel like he didn’t have the right words. So how in the world had he gotten both of you to fall for him? It was not a hidden fact that the detective didn’t think highly of himself, struggling immensely with his self-image and confidence; especially when he had still just been crushing on the pair of you. Yet with both your patience and love, Mysta was slowly getting better at voicing his feelings and what he wanted. Learning to see in himself what you both love about him.
So it makes sense that whenever he dreams, it’s always with both of you. It makes sense that when his eyes flutter open to meet you and he sees you atop him, the only rational answer is that this is still a part of his dream. And what a dream it is.
You’re breathtaking – the haze to his vision only adds to your visage. Straddling his hips, head thrown back as his cock slides in and out of your hole with every movement. Feeling the way you clench around him, hearing your moans muffled, but happy he can hear them at all, even in this dream. You're so warm, so tight around him. Every sound you make causes his head to spin. A moan falls from his lips and he watches as your attention draws back to his face. Eyes opening, your head tipping forward to look down at him; eyes half-lidded and swirling with lust. And then, you smile. A smile so sweet and adoring it drives him to the edge. His back arches off the bed and he swears he’s about to cum– but then you stop.
Mysta gasps and whines, trying desperately to reclaim the high he’d been just seconds away from; hips trying to buck up to finish. However, you don’t allow him to. Pinning them down firmly as you gently shush him. Leaning down, your hand brushes the sweaty strands away from his face before trailing light kisses over his flushed cheeks. He asks why? Why won’t you let me cum? Except his words are mumbled and heavy with sleep; eyes still frosted and half-lidded.
“Not yet, sweet boy. Not yet.” You whisper against his ear, placing a light kiss against it. And although he whimpers, you feel the shiver of pleasure run through his whole body.
He takes in deep breaths as you run a hand through his sweaty locks before cupping the side of his face. He nuzzles into your palm, pressing sleepy lazy kisses against it as your hips begin to move again; lifting yourself slowly before dropping back down. He’ll get to cum this time. He swears it– he has to. It’s his dream, after all. There’s no way you’d be that mean in his dreams, right? You couldn’t possibly deny him a second time. Right? Besides, you love watching him cum. Though as his high starts to reach its peak once more, your movements stop; hips freezing in place. Mysta tries desperately to buck his hips up a second time, but you hold firm above him. What had he done to deserve this? He’s been good, hasn't he? Why were you being so. Damn. Cruel. Why wasn’t Vox helping him? …… Wait. Where is Vox? Both of you had been there at the beginning of his dream; so where had the demon gone?
Suddenly, the detective felt much more aware of his surroundings than he had before. There was no canopy of stars above him – instead, he was greeted by the sight of the white-painted ceiling of your shared house. The grass beneath him was replaced by the silk of your sheets and the breeze he swore he felt was just the AC pumping into the room. He takes in a sharp breath, only for it to catch on a moan as your hips grind against him. He tries to call your name except it comes out slurred as his tongue is still heavy from drowsiness, yet somehow you still manage to understand him. Shifting your body so your chest lays against his as one of your hands trails up to cup his face, your seductive expression hovering just a few inches over his pleading one.
“Hi baby,” he blinks up at you, blue eyes locked on the way your lips move, sleep slowly draining from his eyes, “finally with me?” He can feel a growl building in the back of his throat; frustrated and pent up now that he’s coherent. Speaking so softly to him as if you hadn’t just stolen his climax from him – twice – not even seconds ago. While your guard is lowered, he grounds his feet down on the bed before forcefully thrusting up into you. Mysta enjoys the way your body jolts in surprise, digging both of your hands into his shoulders to keep your balance as your eyes flutter slightly from the sudden friction. It drags moans from both of you before you forcefully shove him back down onto the bed once more. One of your hands is suddenly around his neck, fingers flexing as your eyes narrow down at him. He nearly chokes on a whine when a smack is suddenly delivered to one of his thighs. “Do that again, and I promise you won’t get to cum at all tonight.” You take a deep breath, your expression softening for a moment as you ask, “Color?”
His mouth is so dry it nearly causes his voice to crack. “Green.”
The hand on his neck shifts so your thumb can brush over the skin normally hidden by his choker. “Are you fully awake or still drifting?”
“I–” his breath hitches when he feels himself twitch inside you. “I’m awake. I think…” A groan edging on a growl leaves his throat. “Fuck, I hope I’m awake.” That draws a giggle from you, hand shifting down and pulling at the fabric of the shirt still bunched above his chest. It takes him a moment, but the detective eventually realizes what you're trying to do. Arching his back, you fully remove his shirt before letting it sail over the side of the bed. Once gone, you lean down and brush your lips against his. Mysta tries to deepen the kiss, attempting to lean up, but you’re already pulling back, hand pushing his now fully bare chest down to keep him against the bed.
Allowing your hips to start grinding down on him again, you can’t help but feel satisfied with the way he squirms. “God, you look so pretty Mysta. So fuckin’ pretty. I should have taken a few pictures while you were still asleep.” His cock twitches at the idea, his head tilting back with a sudden, needy moan. “You would like that, huh, baby?” You state, fingers curling on his chest to allow you to slowly drag your nails across him. “Could have sent them to Vox. A nice little surprise for him to see after his stream. Or,” you allow the word to draw out as your fingers find their way to his pecs, “maybe he’d open them in the middle of his stream. See how gorgeous you look as I fuck you in your sleep, while he’s just a room away entertaining thousands of people live.”
This time, when his hips buck, it’s an involuntary reaction. Mysta’s fingers dig harshly into the sheets, breath labored as the scenes vividly play in his mind. Imagining the demon taking a moment in the middle of his stream to check his phone. Vox opening up your messages just to be greeted with images of himself fucked out across your sheets; a mess on display just for him. What would his expression be? Would he stay impassive while his web camera is still on? Or would he react in a way that’d leave his chat asking questions? Fuck. Fuck. The idea was turning him on more than he thought. God, he wants so badly for you to get back to fucking him. Craving that dopamine rush, needing the feeling of you. He’s brought back into the moment when your fingers ruthlessly pinch and twist at his nipples; eyes squeezing shut at the pain. “Fuuuuck …. Fuck! Shit, don’t–don’t!”
“Why? What’s the matter, baby?” Your words sound curious, yet your tone is anything but. The urge to mark him returning with a vengeance as you eye him intensely. Swiftly leaning down, you take the unattended bud into your mouth, giving it a harsh suck.
“They just–” He cuts himself off with a gasp. "The bruises just healed!" His back arches when your laughter causes vibrations against his skin.
"Exactly. We can't just leave you bare like this, now can we?"
Mysta silently curses you in his head, yet his heart races at your words. Neither you nor Vox ever left his neck, chest, or thighs bare for long. He loved the marks you both gave him just as much as you and Vox loved it when he'd leave scratches down your backs and across your shoulders. Except– with all the frustration building in his body– what he did next was less about pleasure. No, this was about payback.
One of his hands leaves the sheets to grip your shoulder instead. Your eyes meet his, but you believe he’s just bracing himself, so you continue your work; meticulously sucking and licking over his chest. However, you are once again surprised as he digs his sharp nails harshly into you; retaliation for the last several minutes. You hiss at the sudden pain, eyes narrowing as Mysta stares back at you, looking all too pleased with himself – a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
Except the feeling doesn’t last long, crying out as you attack his chest. His body instinctively tries to jerk away from you as you bite down harshly, as your fingers clench down on the tender skin of his throat – not choking exactly, but enough to make him breathless. It’s only once he removes his nails from your shoulder that you ease off. It could have given him whiplash with the way you immediately switched to gentle licks and kisses to soothe the now-abused skin. You continued that for a moment before switching to the other side, sucking and biting to match his other side. Dark reds and purples paint his skin as you go.
When you finally pull yourself away, your gaze is drawn to the tears welling in his eyes, causing you to coo at the sight. Your free hand shifts to cup his face, brushing a thumb gently under his eye and catching the droplet before it could trek down his face. A rush of ideas fills your mind as you glance at your phone discarded on the bed. Ever since you had spoken the idea to film him out loud, the thoughts had refused to leave your mind; instead, becoming more enticing the longer they lingered.
The man below you follows your line of sight, mouth parting in a silent sound as he realizes what you're thinking. Your hand clasps around the device before you sit back, sinking further down on him, drawing a small moan from both of you. His breath catches as you call his name, drawing his full attention to you. "Color?"
"Green." He responds without hesitation. His body shakes in anticipation as his fingers dig further into the sheets. He wants to touch you so badly. Wrap his hands around your waist, your thighs, intertwine your fingers; just be able to touch you–but he can't. You haven’t permitted him. As bratty as the brunette was feeling, he knows better than to continue pushing his luck with you; knowing you’ll hold to the promise of not letting him cum.
You can't help but laugh at the speed of his response, your tone a bit condescending. "You don't even know what I want to do, and yet you're still so eager. Not even attempting to hide how much of a slut you can be?" Unlocking the device, you open the camera. "Don't know if I should punish or praise you for it." The sudden grind of your hips causes the brunette to keen, eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Why don't we let Vox decide instead, hmm?"
He likes the sound of that. He does. Except Mysta’s expression falters, if only for a split second. However, it’s enough to make you pause, making him curse himself in his brain. Stopping is the last thing he wants at this moment; wanting nothing more than for you to fuck him silly.
The fingers that’d still been resting on his neck move over his chest. "Mysta, wait. Hey–" you toss the phone aside before running your hand soothingly along his side– "what's wrong?"
He shakes his head, eyes locked on your shoulder rather than your face. "Nuthin's wrong. I'm green."
"Mysta."
"It's not–" Mysta huffs in frustration before easing further into the bed, bringing his hands up to thread into his hair as an anxious tick. "He's streaming, right? What if we get him in trouble?"
Your mouth opens in a small 'o' as the realization hits you. "Mysta, I promise you, whether I was going to send anything to him or not, I would give him a warning first. He didn’t talk about being a part of this, so I wouldn’t spring it on him.” Your free hand softly taps on one of his wrists and once he relinquishes it from his hair, you interlock your fingers together; giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Does that help, love?"
Mysta lets out a shaky breath, taking a moment to process your words before nodding, returning the squeeze to your hand. "Yeah… fuck.” He tilts his head back to stare up at the ceiling, his other hand releasing his hair and flopping down on the bed. “I started overthinking. I'm sorry."
Your head tips to the side in confusion. "Whatever for?"
His eyes remain locked on the ceiling as he answers, "I feel like I ruined the mood you set up."
Your brows furrow in concern. Shifting your position, you slide yourself forward off of him, drawing a hissed breath from him; body shuddering at the sudden movement. You rest your chest against him, hoping the skin-to-skin contact will offer him some comfort. "Sweetheart, please don't apologize– there's nothing to even apologize for. This is completely new territory." Your thumb runs soothing circles over his hand that's still holding yours. "Honestly, I'm glad you shared your concerns with me. It’s good to know.”
He swallows before mumbling the same words you often use. "Communication is key."
"Mmm-hmm" you smile before leaning down and kissing his cheek, keeping your face inches from his. "Communication is key to any relationship. Especially poly ones."
‘I don't deserve either of you’, the detective thinks with a shuddering breath – but like hell would he give either of you up without a fight. "I love you…" He whispers into the small space between you.
"I love you too, Mysta." The way you return the words with such ease makes his heart flutter.
Thinking this would be as far as you'd take it tonight, you begin to get off of him. You’re stopped, however, when his hands clutch at your waist. "Wait don't– I don't–" He takes a deep breath as he meets your concerned gaze. "Please… can we keep going?"
"Are you sure? I know you said you were green earlier but…" Mysta sees the worry in your eyes and hates how this isn’t the first instance of his mind getting the best of him in the middle of situations like this. You would never blame him for it though, as every time he brings it up, you just shake your head, saying that it's only basic human decency. ‘If only most people had that.’, he thinks bitterly.
His hands squeeze gently on your waist. "I really want to."
“Okay, then we can continue. Just remember if it gets too much–” You cut yourself off, gesturing for him to continue your statement.
“Then I’ll use my cues or say ‘Red’.” He takes his hands off your waist, placing them back onto the soft sheets of your bed.
“That’s right, good boy~.” He pouts a bit at that, but it’s rather hard to hide how flustered he is by the praise – his already prominent blush growing brighter on his cheeks. You chuckle and reposition yourself, grinding your hips against his erection, causing him to gasp at the sudden friction. However, he protests when you lift your hips and attempt to move off of him once again. Patting his stomach, you explain, “Just a second. I wanna change the condom just in case. As much as I’d love to feel you cum in me, I’m not really in the mood for a full cleanup tonight. This morning? Whatever time it is.” You say with a small laugh to yourself. The detective huffs, but makes no further complaints; letting you remove the condom from him, and toss it into the trash beside the bed before reaching for an unopened one. After sliding the fresh one on, you reach for where you’d left the lube on the bed and pour some into your hand before making sure the new condom is thoroughly coated.
Mysta lets out another heavy breath when you take your hand away. His eyes track your movements as you open the lube once more. You can’t help but let out a breathless chuckle at the way his pupils dilate as you push your fingers inside of yourself. Blue eyes watch intently as you slowly push and pull your fingers– watching intently as they disappear inside yourself. He doesn't even attempt to quiet his whine when you insert a third finger, unable to do anything but watch as you moan at the feeling of being filled. It’s only when you feel his thighs twitch under you that you finally decide to stop teasing him; his body practically pleading with you.
Slipping your fingers out, you reach down, aligning your hips and leading his cock back into you. A pleased sigh leaves you as he refilled you, sinking down until your ass is flush against his hips. Mysta’s fingers grip at the sheets, using every last ounce of his will not to grab hold of you and start rutting his hips up into you. He’s not sure when his eyes had closed, but when they opened again, he feels his breath catch in his throat, biting down on his lip harshly. In your hand was your phone, camera angled down at him. Your head tips to the side, giving him a sadistic smile – one that he swore could rival Vox’s. “Aww, you can’t be camera shy now baby~.” You coo down at him. “Don’t you want to show Vox how pretty you are?”
Mysta lets out a pathetic moan and you buck your hips; the way you tighten around him swiftly distracts him from the recording phone in front of him. “God, babe please–I wanna cum so fucking bad. Please–!” A strangled gasp cuts off his words as you suddenly pick up the pace, slamming your hips down on him. The sudden rush had him hanging over the edge almost instantly. Though, was it a surprise after you’d edged him twice already? “I–ah–close! I’m so close– please!”
“That’s it, such a good boy.” You praise, free hand reaching back to grip his thigh to give yourself more leverage. The hand holding your phone tilts the device down, capturing the way his cock slid in and out of you with ease, causing a toe-curling shiver of pleasure to rush through you. You almost drop your phone with a gasp on the next thrust as his cock brushes against that bundle of nerves within you. Re-angling your hips, you start moving at a much more determined pace, the brunette’s moans mixing with yours. It takes a moment for you to remember the still-recording video; fixing your hold on the phone, you tilt it back up so it re-captures Mysta’s face. He meets your pleasure-filled gaze, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. Your voice has taken on a smoky tone as you coo, “You want to cum, baby?”
“Ye-yes! Please! I–” He pleads, voice shaking with desperation and pulling at the sheets.
With breathless pleasure, you moan out, “Then cum, sweet boy.” That seems to be all he needs as his hips jerk up against you once– twice more, before stilling as his cum fills the condom. You, on the other hand, don’t stop your movements, continuing to ride him through his orgasm; drawing his high out longer. Only when his body relaxes into the sheets do you slow your pace before slipping slowly off of him entirely. Checking your phone, you make sure you’ve stopped recording before sending a few quick texts to Vox before attaching the video after. With that done, you toss the device aside and remove the used condom from your tired boyfriend; tying it off before disposing of it.
Mysta’s all but ready to fall back asleep when he feels your hand grasp him once more. Instinctively, he tries to jerk away, still sensitive. However, you have other plans in mind. Slipping another condom onto him, you straddle him once more before quickly sinking down, pulling a strangled sound from him. “Wait, what are–Ah!” The pace you set practically knocks the air out of his lungs, bouncing fast and rough down on him. “Ah–wai–shit! Wait! To–too much! I just came, I’m–ha–sensitive!”
“But I thought you wanted to cum, love? We both know you can do more than one.”
“But–”
“I haven’t even cum yet. Don’t you want me to cum? Don’t you want to cum with me?” Mysta can’t help but whimper at your words. God, yes, he wants to see you cum.
“Y–yes, yes, I–” His words, however, are cut off as his body is overtaken in a rush of his second orgasm, arms instinctively coming up to wrap around your waist tightly. Slowing your pace once more, you lean down to kiss away the tears freely rushing down his face. Once his breathing has calmed a bit, you move off of him just enough to remove the soiled condom, tie it off, and toss it toward the trash, before rolling on a fresh one and slipping him back inside of you. The sound he makes is a mix between a sob and a moan, body shaking from the overstimulation. “To–too much! I can’t, I caaaan’t –” He gasps, words broken between sobs.
“You can. I know you can, sweetheart.” Your words trail off with a moan, your eyes fluttering from the pleasure. Shifting your weight, one of your elbows rests beside his head while your other pulls one of his arms from your waist, guiding it to your ass. With the proper permission to touch you granted, his other hand swiftly joins its twin– fingers digging into your skin. Watching his expression, you wait a moment to see if he’ll use his nonverbal cue. When the signal doesn’t come, you continue, “You’ll be a good boy and give me one more, won't you?” He sobs at your words, however, his head moves in frantic nods, and you can feel him spread his legs further to anchor himself beneath you. “Good boy.” The words drip from your mouth like honey, before capturing his lips in a kiss. It’s a mess of tongues, spit, and teeth – though neither of you cares at this point.
So lost in the moment, you don't hear the squeak of your bedroom door opening, eyes closed and lost in your make-out. A warm deep chuckle is what separates you, strings of saliva snapping, leaving glistening trails down the detective's chin as you sit up to meet the golden eyes of your boyfriend. “Either this room has very good installation, or I’m very lucky I didn’t have my stream set up for ASMR.” The door shuts with a soft click behind him.
Your movements on the detective's cock don’t slow, shooting the demon a playful smirk, words coming out breathless, laced in a groan. “Who knows? We could always test it out. Ah - Maybe make our own little edited roleplay~” That draws another moan from the man below you, feeling his hands squeeze down harder on your ass; the sting only adding to your pleasure. Your expression softens as you look down at him, one hand moving to trace along the marks you'd made across his chest. “You’d like that, baby? A little something just for us?” His hands move down, digging his fingers into the back of your thighs as his hips jerk frantically against you, more tears streaking down his face; chasing the ecstasy.
“Now that’s an idea.~” Vox chuckles again as he takes a seat in the armchair just across from the bed. He makes himself comfortable: removing his suit jacket before crossing one leg over the other, propping one elbow on the armrest as he rests his chin in his hand, golden eyes appraising your forms tangled upon the bed sheets. “Have you let him cum yet?”
You nod as your gaze returns to the sprawled body beneath you. “He’s cum twice so far. But he’s going to give me one more. Mmn, isn’t that right, Mysta? Gonna, ah – cum with me as I finish?” Your question is met with another frantic nod, a moan vibrating deep within his chest.
“What a good boy.” The demon praises.
“He is, isn’t he?” Your hands trail from his chest to cup his throat, your thumb rubbing over the sensitive skin. “Did you like the video?” Mysta’s eyes widen, breath hitching as it feels as though more blood has somehow rushed to his face. Subconsciously, he can’t help but turn his head to try to catch Vox's expression, only to find the demon's gaze already locked on him.
Vox hums, eyes lidded in such a way that makes the pink of his eyes more apparent. “I did.” He shifts his weight in the chair, attempting to ease the pressure off of the semi-hard erection in his pants, gaze remaining locked with the detective. “I was just ending the stream when you sent it.”
You chose this moment to slow your bouncing movements; instead, grinding your hips against Mysta, causing his back to arch off the bed. “Wish I had started recording earlier– could have seen how pretty he looked as I fucked him in his sleep. Ah! Maybe next time?” That drew moans from both men, Vox’s ending in more of a growl. You feel Mysta’s hands start pulling insistently at you, brokenly calling out your name.
“I can’t– I–ah, please– can’t! Too much!” Meeting his eyes, you can tell the overstimulation is beginning to take its toll on him. Except… you know that’s not entirely true; both you and Vox have pulled many more orgasms from him in a single night before.
However, tonight is not about pushing his limits.
“All right, love. Last one, okay?” You soothe, brushing the tears from his cheek. “I want you to finish with me. Think you can do that, darling?”
His head starts nodding vigorously, “Please– I–” He gasps for breath, eyes losing focus as more tears cloud his vision. “Want you to–to feel good–”
Humming, you trail kisses across his face. “Such a sweet boy, thank you.” One of your hands trails back towards his chest to tease at his nipples, causing his body to jolt, as your other trails down to your sex to help you closer to the edge. Moans fall from your lips as your pace grows sloppier, changing to short thrusts to keep him deep within you while grinding down harder on his shaft. In truth, you know it wouldn’t take much more to send you both over. As far gone as he is, Mysta still seems to pick up on that.
Shifting his hold so one of his hands wraps around the back of your neck – pulling you towards his bare shoulder, while his other hand drags his sharp nails down your back. Hissing at the pained pleasure, your teeth instinctively sink into the pale skin of his shoulder. It’s the last push the two of you need to fall right over that edge, moaning out each other's names in desperate ecstasy. Hips stutter in their last efforts to prolong that pleasure before it’s officially too much for the detective, hissing through clenched teeth at any small movement that jostles you over him.
As the high of his third orgasm eases, Mysta falls limp against the sweat-soaked sheets; blinking blearily at the ceiling. Easing your jaw open, you place a few kisses against the new mark before shifting off of him as carefully as you can. Once his softening cock has slipped out of you, you ease yourself back onto the bed as you pick up the sound of the bedroom door opening once more. Vox is no longer in the chair across from the bed, giving you the assumption that he’s left to do something.
Your attention drifts back to your boyfriend still sprawled out beside you. His chest rises and falls as he tries to regain his breath, blush still spread across his chest, shoulders, and face. You can’t help but drag your gaze down his body, a sliver of possessive pride filling you with every bite and hickey that litters his skin. Wanting him to be comfortable as he recovers, you try to make quick work of the soiled condom. Easing it off him as carefully as you can before tying it off and making sure it lands in the trash this time.
Climbing back into bed, you curl around your still panting boyfriend's side, throwing one arm across his stomach as your other hand reaches up to brush away the sweaty locks of hair from his face. “You did so well, Mysta.” You praise, leaning over to press a soft kiss against his forehead as he lets out a weak whine. “So, so well.” You can hear the sound of approaching footsteps, looking up to find Vox returning but not empty-handed. After taking a few long strides, he reaches the bed and takes a seat beside you before holding up a damp cloth and two water bottles. Sitting up once more, you lean over to press a kiss against his cheek. “Thank you, love.” He allows you to take the water but pulls back when you reach for the warm towel.
“Allow me to clean you both. You just relax and continue to care for our boy, won’t you, darling?” Not finding a reason to argue with him, you do as he asks; moving instead to uncap one bottle. You signal Mysta to prop himself up as you do before bringing the water to the brunette’s lips. Once he’s downed nearly half, you pull the bottle back and down the rest yourself. As you're setting the empty bottle on your nightstand, a warm hand gently nudges at your thighs and you easily part your legs to allow Vox to clean you.
The warmth of the cloth against your skin is rather soothing, letting out a content sigh as you let yourself sink back against the bed, your body growing lax. Vox smiles at the action, feeling his heart swell within his chest. Seeing you so content, so at ease with them– god he loves you so much. Unable to help himself, he settles between your spread legs, dark strands of hair slipping past his shoulders and bruising against your skin in ticklish ways as his lips press chaste kisses along your inner thighs. The way you gasp, thighs twitching with each kiss only makes him crave more; desire burning in his eyes and heat pooling core, causing his still semi-hard erection to twitch in his pants. However, he knows you're tired. You’d been going for a while with Mysta; the last thing he wanted was to make you also feel overwhelmed in a non-pleasurable way. So, once you're all cleaned up, he peppers a few kisses against your thighs before moving over to Mysta.
Settling at his side, Vox brings his free hand up to cup the other man's cheek. Blue eyes meet gold and Vox can't help but lean down to press a kiss against his swollen lips. Pulling back just enough so he can properly see Mysta’s expression, he asks, “I know you are sensitive, my boy, but would it be alright if I wiped you down? We all know dried cum and lube aren’t a fun feeling.” Mysta’s nose scrunches at the thought before reluctantly giving a small nod. Vox swoops down to press a couple more feather-light kisses to his lips before shuffling down the bed to be closer to the other's waist.
You shift beside the pair, lightly trailing one of your hands over the detective’s chest before letting your hand rest over his fast-beating heart; drawing nonsensical shapes with the tips of your fingers. Mysta can’t help but flinch at the first contact of the now slightly cooled cloth against his sensitive cock. You attempt to distract him from the feeling by tipping his head in your direction, drawing him into a slow and loving kiss. His lips part easily when you seek entrance, a moan rumbling in his chest as your tongues brush against each other in a wet but sensual dance.
A breathy chuckle draws the two of you apart. “Careful, sweet thing…” There’s a playful lilt to the demon’s words. “You might just work him back up for another round.”
“Oh fuck no.” Mysta quickly denies, “I’m checked out for the night, thank you very much.” That draws loud laughter from both you and the demon. Your head thrown back against the pillows and Vox rests his on Mysta’s pale thigh. Once the laughter has calmed, Vox retracts himself from the bed to toss the soiled rag into the clothes hamper; picking up the clothes you’d discarded earlier as he goes. When he returns to the bedside, he can’t help but soak in the sight of the pair of you tangled around each other; exhausted yet basking in the afterglow. Mysta, feeling impatient, reaches out to beckon him closer. “Vox, get over here.” The demon chuckles but complies with the brunette’s demand, climbing back into bed with you.
Thinking it’d be best to have your clothes, you sit up to retrieve them except Vox's hand quickly clasps around your wrist, stopping you. “Wait.” His eyes travel down your uncovered chest, lingering on the nearly faded bruise over your heart before re-meeting your tired gaze. His grip loosened on your wrist before lightly trailing up your arm and chest to stroke fondly over the mark. “Before you get dressed, may I?” It only took a second for you to understand what he wants to do, your light laughter filling the air as you nod, relaxing back on your propped-up arms so you can watch him work. Vox smiles, his eyes filled with adoration and sin. “Thank you, darling.”
Vox crawls forward, towering over your frame before leaning down to press a hungry kiss to your lips, then dragging himself down to level his mouth with your chest. He peppers the skin with more kisses before settling just over your beating heart, sinking his fangs into your skin. You hiss at the sting, one of your hands tangling in his long inky strands, pulling at it before he soothes the bite with his tongue. The demon continues to lick and suck until he’s satisfied with the mark, hands preoccupied with petting your hips. He gives it one final kiss before pulling back, passing your clothes to you before he sits back. As you shuffle back into your pajamas, Vox’s attention shifts to the detective beside you, who’s already midway back to falling asleep. Brushing his knuckles along the other's cheek, he softly calls, “Mysta?”
Mysta’s eyes flutter, before slowly opening to meet his gaze. “Hmm?”
Vox’s hand moves down, trailing across his throat and chest before coming to rest over the brunette’s heart. “May I?” Mysta blinks for a moment, sleepy mind processing what was asked before mumbling and nodding his head. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Vox leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, and another to his cheek before shifting back down to the detective's chest. Vox takes a moment to inspect the marks you’ve left, tracing the tip of one of his nails over them, humming in appreciation. Fully dressed, you've returned to cuddling into the brunette’s side, watching Vox assess your work scrawled across the detective's torso with slow, tired blinks. Not wanting to keep either of you up any longer, the demon moves in, making a mark identical to the one he’d left on your chest. Mysta squirms and Vox has to grip his waist to hold him still, only releasing him when he’s satisfied; licking at the bite to soothe it. He leaves a few more kisses against it before helping Mysta back into his clothes; the detective being barely conscious at this point.
Sitting back, he notes that you’ve already fallen asleep beside the brunette, a smile tugs at his lips at the peaceful expression on your face. He helps tuck Mysta further into your side before pulling the discarded blankets up, adjusting them so they cover both of you. Before setting in himself, he can’t help but watch the pair of you for another moment, nothing but love in his eyes. He’s so pleased that the pair of you had enjoyed yourselves, proud of you both for discussing and trying out new things together. Reaching a hand up he brushes his knuckles along the sides of your sleeping faces, before leaning down to leave a ghost of a kiss to each of your temples.
Maybe, just maybe, this was the push he needed to look into attempting something new himself; wanting to personally experience some of the new trust and comfort that was shared between you two. However, that’s something he’d need to decide at another time, not at nearly two in the morning. For now, he makes a mental note to change and wash the sheets in the morning, before tucking himself in beside his lovers.
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Fika
💙 Ike Eveland x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.
✧ — Contains: Strangers to Friends to ???, fluff, light angst, & open ended
✦ — Word count: 2k+ | Ao3
Fika | pronunciation: fee–ka
Swedish | (n.) a moment to slow down and appreciate the good things in life.
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A new coffee shop opens near Ike’s home. As he starts to visit it more regularly, he slowly gets to know you.
Based on the sentence starter “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”
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Ike was just past the planning stages of his most recent book when a new coffee shop opened within walking distance of his house. ‘Home Brewed’. A cozy little place with comfortable seats, potted plants, and lots of natural light. The little bell above the door jingles as he pushes it open, immediately greeted by the two staff members he’s started to recognize, currently working behind the counter. With a glance around, he could see that the cafe is fairly busier than usual. A handful of people waiting on their orders while a quarter of the tables have been claimed.
Stepping up to the counter, he’s greeted by your bright smile. “Ah! Nice to see you again. The usual today?” Your head tipped to the side in question, causing the necklace around your neck to catch the light. An onyx ring swaying across the chain and he notes to himself that this is the ninth time it’s changed. Yesterday it had been a silver band with some sort of writing, and the day before that had been a gold band with small emeralds lining it.
The barista behind you calls out another customer's drink, reminding him that you're still waiting for him to respond, quickly meeting your eyes. “Good morning, and yes, the usual, please. That’ll be all.”
Nodding along, you add his order to the computer. “For here or to go?”
Turning his head, he scans the room one more time, spotting his usual table by the window open. “For here.”
“You got it! We’ll bring your drink over when it’s done.” He pays for the drink before bee-lining towards the table he’d become used to setting up base in. Over the last two weeks, he’s found this particular table to offer him the best view; sunlight pouring in just right. Perfect for getting lost in thought staring out towards the bustling streets, but also an ideal spot for observing the people around the cafe. His bag slides off of his shoulder with a soft thud as it rests on the empty seat beside him, pulling out his laptop and notes, ready to dive back into his work while waiting for his drink.
It’s not long before a mug is carefully placed on his table with a soft clunk. His fingers pause in the movement upon the keyboard, forcing his eyes away from the screen to meet yours. As your eyes lock, you flash him another smile, “One chai tea for…” there’s a pause, your eyes darting to the side before slowly asking, “Ike, right?” The novelist nods with a polite smile, hazel eyes quickly flicking down to your apron in search of your nametag; thanking you while repeating your name aloud. “No problem! Lemme know if you’d like another cup.”
The novelist gives a nod and you take that as your cue to return to the counter. He’s just returned his attention to his work when, from the corner of his eye, he notices that you’ve stopped moving. His head jerks back in your direction when you make a quick turn on your heels, taking a few steps closer to his table – yet still maintaining a polite distance. Ike can’t help but watch curiously, noting the way your expression twists in what he assumes is hesitation, one of your hands reaching up to fiddle with the ring hanging from the chain on your neck. The silence hangs for another moment before you finally speak, words spoken almost cautiously, “Could I… ask what you're working on? You don’t have to tell me. I’ve just been curious since you always seem so absorbed in your work.”
“Oh.” He can’t help but feel a little surprised by the question. Adjusting his glasses, he glances down at his laptop before returning his gaze to you, the small but polite smile returning to his lips. “I don’t mind. I’m currently working on a book.”
It’s rather interesting to him, the way you seem to light up, as you seem to take a subconscious step closer to the table. “Ah, really?” There’s a slight raise in your voice, however you quickly lower it, not wanting to disturb the customers sitting nearby. “Can I ask what it’s about?”
There’s already a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he settles back in his chair. “They commissioned me to write a children's book, so it’s just a lighthearted adventure tale.”
“Ah, that’s really cool–” There’s a loud call of your name and your attention immediately snaps back to your coworker, who’s giving you a pointed yet amused look. “Ah–Sorry, just a second! Right so, uh,” You give a little awkward laugh before giving him another small smile. “If you need anything else, just let us know. Good luck with the book!” With a small wave, you quickly make your way back to the counter where a small line had begun to form. With a light chuckle, he adjusts his glasses before returning to his work.
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From that day forward, it was rare to find the pair of you not locked in conversation. It was almost surprising to Ike how quickly the pair of you were growing closer. He’d begun spending more time at the cafe than he did at his own home and getting to know you felt as easy as breathing. Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks – time, feeling as though it were flying by.
A change he hadn’t known he needed until you’d already settled in past the point of acquaintances, but just shy of what he would call friends.
You never seemed to run out of stories to tell him, having an endless supply of experiences in your back pocket. Sometimes it would be retelling interesting moments from your day: a rowdy customer, a bizarre drink order, or something one of your co-workers had done. Though what fascinated him most was the tales behind the different rings you’d switch out on the chain around your neck. You seemed more than happy to talk about them, explaining that some were gifts from family members, friends, or co-workers; past and present. Others were picked up from different places you’d visited; having traveled a lot over the years.
His curiosity hadn’t been satiated, however, until he asked if there was a reason you wore them on a chain rather than around your fingers, as most typically would. You had looked almost sheepish when you explained that it was a mixture of wanting to keep said rings in better condition, but also an irrational fear of losing them – or worse – accidentally dropping one in a customer's drink. Your expression was rather horrified at that thought.
He can’t remember the last time he’d laughed quite so hard.
Ike’s friends were quick to notice his change in mood, asking him – some subtly, others less so – about what happened. It had only been such a short amount of time and yet, something about the novelist seemed different. It wasn’t a bad difference, they reassured, chuckling once they saw the look on his face. He just seemed… happier. Intentional or not, you’d started to brighten his days. Drawing an excitement from him the others hadn't seen in a while. His chest filled with a warmth he can’t quite remember living a day without.
You were similar to an ever-burning flame. You brightened the spaces you moved between, drawing others to your warmth. Maybe it was the way you moved, dancing easily from place to place. Never invading, but never apologetic for what space you did take up. Maybe it was in your smile, the ease with which your lips would curve upwards – leaving even the grouchiest of customers a tad less tense. Most noticeable were the days you had off, the building seemingly a tad bit colder than he'd remembered.
Whatever it was, Ike just couldn’t seem to pinpoint it; at least not with words. It was something so inherently you.
And then his book was complete.
He had to stop visiting the cafe. All of his time and energy funneled into the final steps of his work. Delivering his manuscripts, going through edits and finalizations, getting in contact with the commissioner– so on and so forth. All of which is a very time-consuming process, eating away at all the free time he had.
Before he knew it, nearly two months had passed before he pushed through that all too familiar door; a bundle of papers in hand. The smell of familiarly brewed coffee and freshly baked sweets helped to ease the tension in his shoulders – even if just slightly.
With a pep in his step, he approaches the counter and your gaze lifts to meet him. Almost immediately, your eyes widen, hands freeze in place. Heart pounding in his chest, he greets you, calling your name with a smile. Except… his smile falters when your expression twists into something he hadn’t seen on you before. Your lips purse into a thin line, intentionally dropping your gaze to the computer before quietly asking, “Chai tea, for here or to go?”
The brunette opens his mouth to say something, but the way you avoid looking at his face causes him to pause. “For here.” He finally says, voice coming out much quieter than he’d intended. Ike doesn't realize how tightly he’s gripping the papers until he feels them start to crinkle, quickly loosening his grip before he ruins them.
He pays for the drink then shuffles quickly towards his usual table. Releasing his hold on the bundle of papers entirely, setting them lightly on the table as he attempts to ease the worst of the creases out. The excitement that he had been feeling before was slowly bleeding into nervousness, causing him to worry his bottom lip. The novelist startles when the mug clicks against the tabletop, eyes hurriedly looking up to see you. “Ah–thank you.” He stutters, yet your gaze remains locked on the wooden surface, still refusing to look at him. He almost expects you to turn and leave, yet… you just continue to stand beside his table silently. The cafe lacks the warmth he's grown used to; a chill running down his spine.
The silence continues to hang, casting a heavy fog between you, before finally, you raise your head to meet his gaze. “You just… stopped coming one day.” There’s a slight shake to your voice that makes his heart drop. “I… You worried me, Ike.” Your lips pursed, eyes shifting to look out the window rather than at him. “At first I tried to rationalize that you were likely just busy, but… I couldn’t help but worry if something had happened to you. But I had no way of checking. We never exchanged numbers or socials, you just… disappeared. I had no clue if you were okay.”
Ike’s brows furrowed, “I– I’m sorry, I didn’t think–” his words felt caught in his throat, sentence hanging because, really, he hadn’t thought. It hadn’t even crossed his mind once to tell you that he’d be gone for a while. He’d caused you to worry for no reason. Truly, a stupid mistake on his part.
You let out a sigh before meeting his gaze, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m just glad you're alright.” Your eyes trail back down to the tabletop before narrowing in on the papers resting before him, lips parting in a small ‘o’ as your eyes scan the top page. “Is that–You finished your book?” Ike swallowed before nodding, nudging the papers closer to you.
“I did. It’s technically still in the processing stages, hence this isn’t a proper physical copy, but I thought–” He swallows again, nerves swelling inside of him once more. The warmth had returned to your expression, picking up the bundle and cradling them in your hands as if holding something precious. Clearing his throat, he adjusts his glasses, suddenly unable to meet your eyes, clear embarrassment on his face. “It is only a children's story, but you’d seemed so interested when I was writing it, I figured–”
You cut him off, excitement building in your tone. “This is for me?”
He nods, “Yes. I can give you a proper copy when the book is finished, if you’d like.”
“I’d love that!” You exclaim with a cheerful laugh. “I’m gonna go put this with my things so it doesn't get ruined. Thank you, Ike.” You’d already turned, halfway making it back towards the counter when you suddenly stop, turning around to face him with a bright smile on your face. “Oh, and Ike?” His heart pounded at the honor of being allowed to bask in the warmth of your smile once more.
“Y–yes?”
“I’d like to think we’re friends now, so don’t be a stranger, okay?”
Heat rises to the novelist's face as sudden realization all but slaps him in the face. The only tangible thought that crosses his mind at that moment is a very small ‘oh’ as butterflies fluttered in his stomach.
It seems that he might already be in too deep.
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You Comfort Him - 💙 Ike
Ike Eveland x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿. ⏌
✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | He comforts you 💙
✦ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, & comfort
✧ — Word count: 786 | Ao3
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“Ugh, no, this one’s bad too! Come on brain, think of something new!” You can hear the telltale signs of crumpled paper immediately followed by a frustrated sigh. The muffled sounds of Ike’s brainstorming session – if it can even be called that at this point – can be heard from your spot in the living room.
Ike has been like this for a week now, trying to pump out a new idea after the large success of his last book. The only problem is, he poured his heart and soul into the previous work. And without a proper break, he won’t be able to do the same with the next one. You’ve known this for a while now, but you hadn’t wanted to interrupt him, worried it’d only make the situation worse. Though now, hearing the frustrated groans of your boyfriend, you began to regret your decision.
With a sigh, you set your drink on the coffee table before getting up from your comfy spot on the couch. “Okay, he needs cuddles.” Your steps are determined as you make your way down the hallway toward his office. Two firm knocks are the only warning you give before opening the door.
Ike turns in his chair, looking at you with wide eyes, “Darling? Is everything okay?” It’s rather sweet to see the way he immediately worries about you even with his current predicament.
With a shake of your head, you march up beside him before planting your hands on your hips. “No. You, sir, need a break.” You raise a hand as you continue, “Your options are bed cuddles, couch cuddles, or I koala you right here in that chair.” With each option, you lift a finger, emphasizing your seriousness. Hazel eyes blink owlishly up at you, turning to look down at his desk and then back at you. The novelist’s brows furrow, opening his mouth to protest, but you cut him off with a pleading look, “Please, Ike. You need a break.” Taking a step closer to him, you lightly grab at his shoulder. “Your work will still be here after a good rest.”
The tension drains from both his expression and posture. He took another look at the mess that is his desk; covered in papers, ink, and even messier ideas. He did need a break, didn’t he? He lets out a deep sigh before returning his attention to you, exhaustion finally sinking its teeth into him after hours of draining its prey. “...Bed cuddles do sound nice.” With a soft smile, you offer him a hand, which he graciously accepts.
Leading him to your shared bedroom, the pair of you crawl into bed. His glasses are set safely aside as you get comfortable, rustling the blankets up to get warm. You are propped up against the pillows as Ike rests his head against your chest, wrapping his arms around you to clutch at the back of your shirt. One of your hands rests on his upper back while you tenderly brush through his hair with your other hand; swirling a strand around your finger occasionally. A comfortable silence rests between the two of you for a good while before Ike speaks up, tone quiet as though speaking any louder would shatter the serene atmosphere. “I'm sorry.”
You make a small noise, and Ike can feel the vibrations of it against his cheek. “You have nothing to apologize to me about. I’m just sorry I didn’t try to help you earlier.”
He shakes his head against you; the soft texture of his hair against your skin causes an almost ticklish sensation. “No, I’m an adult and I should’ve been acting like one. I’ve been so stressed over creating my next story I made you worry over me like a child.”
With a light laugh, you reply, “I’d be a shitty partner if I didn’t worry about you.” You give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, while your other hand cradles the back of his head.
He’s silent for another minute before muttering against your clothed chest, “I just want my next story to be good. I want people to enjoy it as much as they did the last one…”
“And they will, love.” You soothe, letting your fingers return to combing through his hair. “You just need to give yourself time. Go back to it later with fresh eyes. It’ll only be as good as your other book when you're enjoying yourself, not when you're frustrated and angry.”
His arms tighten around you, taking in your words. After a moment, Ike lifts his head enough to place a kiss against your shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You reply, sealing your words with a kiss placed on his forehead.
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He Comforts You - Luca 💛
Luca Kaneshiro x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.
✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | 💛 You comfort him
✦ — Contains: Established relationship, fluff, & comfort
✧ — Word count: 481 | Ao3
Snippets of time showing how you and your partner care for each other.
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You let out a sigh as you finally reach the front door. You’d gotten off work much later than you intended, and then halfway home you suddenly remembered Luca had asked if you could pick up a few things from the grocery store for dinner. Shifting the bags around in your arms to dig out your keys from your pockets, before trying to unlock the door. Yet, before you can fully unlock it, the knob suddenly turns under your hand and the door is yanked open. “Your back!” The briefest flash of yellow before a large body darts past the door and sweeps you off your feet.
It takes you a moment to register the fact that you're suddenly held up in your boyfriend’s strong arms, “Whoa–Luca!!” As tired as you are, you can’t help laughing affectionately as he spins the pair of you around a few times. When he does finally return your feet to the ground, he has to help steady you as you start to stumble.
“Babe! I’ve missed you!” He starts to take the grocery bags off of you. “Oh! You got everything, thank you!”
“It’s no problem, love. Sorry, I’m so late though.” You let out another tired sigh as the weight of the grocery bags finally leaves you. “I would have told you I was gonna be late if I had known.” Luca immediately shakes his head.
“No, it’s okay! That’s not your fault.” His head tips to the side with a soft smile on his face. “I’m just happy you're home now, ya know?” As he takes in your tired form, an idea hits him, eyes lighting up. “Oh! Wait here!” The mafia boss quickly turns on his heels and rushes the groceries inside and presumably to the kitchen. You don’t have time to ponder what he’s thinking before he’s once more in front of you. “Arms up!” You’re already following his order before your mind can process what's happening and then you're suddenly in his arms once more.
“Ah–” You can feel your face heat up as he cradles you in his arms before turning and carrying you inside the house. “L–Luca, I can walk just fine.”
“I know!” He replies immediately. “But I wanted to do something for you! You’ve had a long day, right? Lemme help a little, okay?” You can only respond with an embarrassed yet affectionate huff. It’s not long before he reaches the couch and sets you down as carefully as he can. “Okay! You rest here, I'm gonna start on dinner!” Before he reaches the kitchen, he suddenly freezes before turning and rushing back to your side. There’s a question on your lips that dies before it can form as his lips press against yours. “I appreciate you, babe.”
“I appreciate you too.” The sun pales in comparison to the smile that lights his face.
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You Comfort Him - 💛 Luca
Luca Kaneshiro x GN!Reader
✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿. ⏌
✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | He comforts you 💛
✦ — Contains: Established Relationship, light angst & comfort
✧ — Word count: 650 | Ao3
Snippets of time showing how you and your partner care for each other.
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Screams. Screams are all Luca can hear as he looks around himself. His eyes desperately searching – yet he's surrounded by darkness. He grows frantic, hearing the voices of his sister– his friends– you; crying for help, begging for someone to save them. But he can’t move. His body is frozen in place. You need him. He has to– needs to move. He would do anything to help you all. But he can’t. Fucking. Move. The crying gets louder, multiple voices overlapping each other now.
Move.
Move.
Lavender eyes shoot open, and his body moves on instinct, thrashing about as he reaches for the gun under his pillow. Except his hand comes up empty. The gun isn’t there. His already hurried breaths quickened, the air locked in his throat as his anxiety-ridden mind spiraled. Grasping at his chest, the blood rushing in his ears causes him to miss the voice desperately calling for him.
You can feel your own panic brewing beneath your skin, unsure what to do; afraid that touching him might set him off more. You continue to call his name, easing your hand across the bed until it’s within his sight. It takes a couple of moments, but you can tell when he’s finally become aware of your presence. He blinked down at you before slowly turning his head to find you across from him.
His mouth opens and closes a few times, still unable to form words, but his arm finally slides out from beneath the pillow and reaches for you. As carefully as possible, you clasp both of your hands onto his, pulling it so it rests against your chest and he can feel the beat of your heart. He stares at his hand pressed against your skin, slowly processing everything before raising his eyes to meet yours. “It’s okay Luca. I’m here.” You say, trying to make your tone as comforting as possible. Once the first tear falls, more begin flowing. Luca’s quick to pull you to him; clutching onto you while burying his face into the side of your neck, hands gripping onto you desperately. Needs the physical confirmation that you're okay. That you are alive and healthy and here, with him.
You clutch onto him just as tightly, rocking the pair of you as you try your best to comfort him. “It’s okay Luca. Everything’s okay. You’re okay.” Allowing one of your hands to gently run over his hair and repeating the motion to ground him.
He chokes out your name, lips quivering as he still tries to regain his breath, “I–I couldn’t do anything. You–our, our friends–Lucy–I, you were hurting and I couldn’t–”
“Luca, it’s okay.” You squeeze your arm around him tighter, gently shushing him. “I'm safe and you're here with me, and I’m sure everyone else is safe, too.” You soothe, turning your head slightly to press kisses against his hair, continuing to rock him. “I’m safe. You’re safe. Everything's okay; I promise.”
The pair of you remain like that for a long while, but much to your relief, he eventually calms down. He can’t bring himself to pull away, your touch helping ward off the nightmare. Warmth reminding him that you’re in the same bed as him, alive and well. His voice is still shaky the next time he calls your name, and you respond with a hum. “Thank you.” Luca doesn't want to think about what could have happened if you hadn’t been there; probably would have caused his Lucubs a bit of panic.
“Of course. I’ll always try to be there for you. No matter where we are.” You press another kiss to the top of his head, tightening your arms around him.
“Same goes for me...” He reaches one of his hands up to lightly squeeze your arm, looking up at you from his place nuzzled into your shoulder. “I’ll… I will do my best for you too.”
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