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femboyp1ssdrawer · 8 months ago

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PLATONIC

𐂂 Oh best believe he's not gonna take you seriously at the beginning of your so-called friendship, I don't even think he considers it as one.

𐂂 He just considers you as one of the many people he knows. He also definitely doesn't think of you as an equal or anyone significant.

𐂂 He'll probably acknowledge your existence if you were a part of the hotel, but if you were just a random demon off the streets then no, he has better things to do with his time. Not unless you do something that grabs his attention.

𐂂 Deliberately trying to be on his good side won't affect him in any way, he's used to that treatment, therefore what you're doing is nothing special.

𐂂 But what does grab his attention? Subtle things. Giving him his space, if you have a phone or any technology invented beyond the 1930s you generally try and avoid him, thanking him as he passes you your portion of the meal he cooks for hotel bonding nights that Charlie mandated. Stuff like that when added up makes Alastor generally more appreciative of your existence.

𐂂 Only then you're upgraded from an acquaintance to an acquaintance that isn't as annoying to be around as the rest.

𐂂 That's when he strikes up random conversations with you, he appreciates it if you take the time to listen and add to it, even more so if you actually set aside something you were doing just to talk with him. It gives him a mini ego boost every time.

𐂂 Writing something while he talks about the hotel's structural problems? His smile widens when you close your notebook and join him by recounting the time you almost fell down the balcony.

𐂂 Eating breakfast and he talks about how he hunts the perfect deer for venison? There you are, chewing your food and nodding, listening to how he graphically describes the process while the rest of the hotel stares at him in horror.

𐂂 Another thing he does during this phase is popping out of nowhere and keeping up with what you're doing, call it interest, call it curiosity, or maybe it's boredom. Now that Alastor knows that you are more tolerant of him he'll fully use that to his entertainment.

𐂂 I can see him trying to get a deal out of you but it doesn't go anywhere, since I'm going to assume we are all smart enough to not hand our souls to Alastor on a silver platter.

𐂂 Survive his onslaught of impromptu shenanigans and move on to the next tier of actually being friends.

𐂂 Alastor treats his friends as his equals so there's that, also be ready to accept his invites to drinking coffee around the hotel and talking about the latest mess the hotel went through.

𐂂 The way he treats you compared to how he treats Angel or Husk is way different that it physically gives everyone a whiplash. I'm talking about something like this:

"Can you not scare off people, smiles? We're tryna bring in people into the hotel." Angel explains, Alastor only simpers as he feigns ignorance.

"Why, I don't know what you're talking about!" He laughs as he skips off merrily. Charlie and Vaggie then nod to each other and drag you into the conversation, whispering you something before they push you towards Alastor.

"Hey Alastor, I just wanted to ask if you could help me with something?" You ask, you haven't made up a chore to ask for help from him but you needed a reason to try and stop him from scaring any potential guests. Does Alastor know? I guarantee you he does. But does he let you do it anyways? Yes, absolutely he does.

"Anything to help a dear out, if you'll excuse us then!" Alastor bids goodbye for the both of you as you walk away, despite being the one to ask him, he was the one leading the way.

𐂂 Alastor also invites you to meet Rosie! Rosie finds you very endearing and if you had a penchant for cannibalism expect luncheons together with them.

𐂂 By this point everyone in the hotel notices how Alastor gravitates towards you, they have mixed reactions to it but the general consensus is to not disrupt your "bonding sessions" as Charlie puts it.

𐂂 Alastor oftentimes shares jokes whether or not you appreciate his humor. Side note, Alastor full-on cackles if you or Rosie say something outta pocket about somebody, and hangouts with both of them are generally a good time. He'll try to say shit like:

"Let's be nicer now." All the while he holds in a laugh after you and Rosie called Susan the wicked bitch of the West.

𐂂 This is also a silly thought of mine, but picture this:

You decided to stay up late one night after you decided to do whatever it is you were putting off and after a while, you decided to grab some coffee from downstairs.

Arriving at the kitchen you see, this eldritch abomination in the shadows looming over the cabinet where the instant coffee packets were kept. It then takes you a few seconds to register that it was Alastor and you were just left standing by the kitchen doorway, wondering what to say.

"Can I grab the coffee packets from that cabinet over there?" You point towards the cabinet, Alastor then quickly shifts back to his usual form and ushers you to the kitchen counter.

"Nonsense my dear! Why don't I make us some nice and hot coffee instead of consuming such tasteless things." Alastor insists and before you could even refuse he was already doing a French press.

𐂂 Though as you can imagine Alastor has his off days, he makes it clear to you when he isn't in the best of moods and you steer clear of him per his request. Then the fight with Adam happened. As the rest of the hotel was busy with rebuilding the hotel, you were balancing both looking for Alastor and helping paint the walls of the new hotel.

𐂂 This is when the remaining walls he had crumbled down as you find him at his lowest, basically defeated and while he was royally pissed when someone saw him in such a vulnerable state, you were the best option out of the ensemble that was currently singing outside of the ruins of his old radio station.

𐂂 Hesitant as he was, he let you dress his wound with bandages, he wasn't comfortable with anything else you offered, not with cleaning up the wound itself, not with telling the rest that he was alive, and definitely not asking for help from anyone either. So you stayed there for a while after you finished dressing his wound up, his blood immediately soaking through the bandage. But you didn't say anything and let Alastor be, and after a few more minutes in silence, he got up and offered you a hand as if he wasn't the one who needed it. The only thing he says is:

"We mustn't dilly-dally now, the rest are waiting for you." Not us, just you. It sounded bitter but you didn't say anything.

ROMANTIC(? AS MUCH AS ALASTOR CAN BE AT LEAST)

𐂂 Romantic isn't the right word for Alastor, I imagine him to be somebody who doesn't outright say his feelings but there's a gradual change, and then one day, before you know it people around the hotel will start asking you if you two were a thing. He's not going to acknowledge the change verbally, but he does notice it and acknowledges it in his own way.

𐂂 Don't get me wrong he's capable of being romantic, acts of service is his go-to, and on days that he feels like it he can be very vocal with his affections. But it's not an everyday occurrence.

𐂂 This only starts right after something like seeing him at his lowest, that for me is when I feel like he's more willing to be more open to you. I mean, you've already seen him at rock bottom, so why not?

𐂂 Go to him during your more vulnerable moments, he's done it to you so he expects the same. Trust goes both ways after all.

𐂂 It starts out small, if you were used to setting things aside just to listen to him ramble, wait until you start to notice that he's doing the same thing for you. Usually when you're discussing something he multitasks, of course he still listens but efficiency is of the essence. Eventually though, he starts to physically put aside anything he is doing, showing that you have his full attention.

𐂂 There are also times when you (and the rest of the hotel) notice that your portion in meals that he cooked has significantly more than what the others have on their plates. Anyone who complains gets told that they were only imagining it by Alastor.

𐂂 Alastor also gradually becomes more lenient with you, letting you get away with a lot more than you should. Steal his monocle? He'll wear his glasses as he searches for you in the hotel. Break something by accident? He'll be by your side telling you to be more careful as he picks up every broken piece before you hurt yourself.

𐂂 Adjustment is key, I can see the other party doing more of it but he also makes an effort to meet you halfway. Are you particularly touchy? He doesn't get it but he knows it makes you happy so he makes an effort to accommodate you.

𐂂 Words of affirmation? Since he gets to see you get all flustered he's up for it! He finds you adorable whenever you do.

𐂂 Alastor tries for you, tries to navigate all of those unfamiliar territories that he's never had the chance to explore to ensure that you don't feel like the only one in your relationship. It does feel like it sometimes, I won't sugarcoat it, Alastor at heart is a man cold and sharp on the edges, but he isn't Alastor if he wasn't and he still cares for you all the same even if he doesn't show it.

𐂂 I'd say the most romantic part of the day for the both of you would be reading together in his room, fire crackling as you sit on the floor (much to Alastor's protest) while you lean against Alastor's chair. Sometimes he sneaks a peek into your book just to see what you were reading out of curiosity, and you'd rather not tell him that you could see him doing it from his reflection through the small mirror he had hanging by one of his shelves.

𐂂 Pet names for days! Yes he does call you chere, next question please. Pet names become more frequent the closer you two become, although, the more personal nicknames would be said behind closed doors. The most he'll call you in public would be darling, he didn't need to air out every part of his life and you both were content at that. Also, call me crazy, delusional even, but hear me out here sharks:

You were sitting by the fire, with Alastor still complaining that sitting on the floor was nowhere near as comfortable as you said it was, you only laughed lightly at how much of a fuss he's kicking up.

"I won't die a second time just because I decided to sit on the floor Al. Besides, you're a lot closer if I sit here. I like it like that. So let me have this one, please?" You don't know why, but he stops in the middle of his tangent. Something about what you just said struck something in him that got him laughing softly, even going so far as to ruffle your hair ever so gently.

"Oh, you dear old thing. I suppose I can't stop you." He eventually takes his hand back and goes back to reading as he hums together with the faint melody of jazz in the air.

𐂂 Alastor helps you dress up if you ask, need help with a zipper you can't quite reach? Hold his staff for a moment while he does. Can't pick between two things? Ask him and he'll give you his opinion, he'll often say you'll look just as lovely wearing either one but he does have his choice.

𐂂 You don't sleep in the same rooms unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you see it, if you're a part of the rehabilitation program you both would have a separate room of your own. Neither of you made any plans of asking Charlie to move you to his room or vice versa either since you were both unprepared for whatever questions she may have so you both agreed to put it off, there really was no urgency or need to stay in the same room anyways.

𐂂 Letters! Events like Valentine's Day never interested Alastor, there was no one to spend it with so he never needed to worry about it. But with you in the picture he starts to think otherwise, you both rarely ask for anything from the other so gifts would have to be purely given by initiative, and now was the perfect time. It takes Alastor an almost embarrassingly long amount of time to settle on writing you a letter, a heartfelt one dedicated to thanking you for being a part of his afterlife, for being someone he can trust, and for making the days less monotonous for him. Imagine his surprise when he hands you a letter only for you to give one of your own. You both share a laugh and settle down by the fire, reading your letters together as Alastor sits down on the floor together with you just this once to humor you he says.

𐂂 All in all, it takes a while, but with time, patience, and I mean a lot of it, you'll get there.

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Interested in hearing me yap even more? Give Signed, Alastor a go if you have the time. It's about a bat and a deer faffing around until they sort their feelings out.

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femboyp1ssdrawer · 8 months ago

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SIR I’D DIE FOR YOU!! 💕💞💕💖💝💗💓💘💝💖💞💕

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femboyp1ssdrawer · 10 months ago

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200 followers event: atsushi x reader

Here’s the m.list for my 200 followers event!!

I hope you enjoy it, goat!! I really don’t like how it turned out, idk why:( smh I think I have to practice writing fanfic more because I’ve been writing a actual book (like multiple chapter long story filled with lore) for my creative writing class and I think it’s making my ff writing suffer😭

Contains: afab + no prns, Atsu calls you ‘pretty’ and ‘dear’, fluff+smut, cuddling:3, slow and sensual, he acts like a little house cat, kinda switch dynamics, Atsu is mostly the dom though, reader calls him ‘Atsu’’, you tease him a lil, reader is wearing shorts, nipple stim, he marks you up (hickies, little nibbles, etc), mentions of you marking him but it doesn’t explicitly happen, brief oral (reader receiving)/cunnilingus, ‘gotta stay quiet’ trope, but not like voyeurism or anything, y’all just live in an apartment and it’s late, accidental teasing/orgasm denial, fingering (reader receiving), implied praise (reader receiving), against the wall, creampie, breeding kink if you really squint, overstim, multiple orgasms, aftercare, pillow talk

11:53 pm. It was 11:53 pm, and Atsushi knew that because it was so late that he should be sleeping, but he couldn’t help but keep chatting away with you.

You were facing one another, talking about miscellaneous things, with no real pattern. Atsushi was looking at you with pure adoration on his face, smiling whenever he saw your eyes staring right into his. Your smile was so comforting, he pulled you close to look at it a little closer. You giggled at this, bringing yourself over top of him to lay on his chest. You laid your head next to his, scratching his scalp. He curled into your touch, laying his hand on your waist to keep you in place. Your knee dug between his thighs, grinding against him slightly, making his eyes shut tight. You hadn’t even noticed you were doing it until Atsushi had started making noises in your ear, noises that sounded like a strange mix of whines and purrs?

“It’s so cute when you purr, Atsu.” You mumbled, breathing into his neck. You dug your knee deeper into his crotch and his arms trembled slightly while he brought his hands down to your sides.

“Ha—stop teasing me..” Atsushi groaned. You giggled again, trailing your hand down to his thighs to lightly caress them. Atsushi trailed his hand under your shirt, slowly snaking up your back. His hands were cold, as they always were. His body was always warm, bubbling, almost. But his hands and feet were always freezing. The cool contrast against your burning skin felt nice.

As he traced along your back, rubbing and scratching it, you slowly stopped your teasing, focusing more on his hands on you. He trailed his free hand down, pulling your pajama shorts and underwear to the side. You gasped, gripping his shoulders tight when he grazed his finger over your clit with the slightest of pressure.

“Bold move, Atsu.” You giggled.

Atsushi tilted his head up to face you, “sorry, dear. It’s too tempting.” Atsushi grinned.

He began applying more pressure to your clit, trailing his other hand down to rest in the waistband of your shorts. He slowly pulled your shorts down, and you lifted yourself up to aid it. Your shorts were collecting at your knees, and he grinned when you gripped the waistband of his pants as well.

“You want me quite a bit, don’t you?” He asked. You nodded, “it’s late. We’ve been talking all night. Kyouka isn’t here. It seems like the perfect time.”

Atsushi nodded, “I agree, don’t worry.”

He cupped the undersides of your knees, pulling you up to meet his face. You ruffled a hand in his hair, kissing him deep. You were straddling Atsushi, laying over top of him while the both of you progressively slid your pants off.

By the time you two were done kissing, you were out of breath, and you’d both managed to kick your pants off of your legs, leaving them somewhere under your covers that neither of you cared to search for.

Atsushi lifted you off of the bed, gripping the underside of your knees tight again. You were surprised that he’d picked you up, as the bed was so warm, but you didn’t question it. You knew you’d both be warm soon.

He pushed you against a wall, kissing you yet again.

You mumbled something through Atsushi’s lips about his body being warm, but he didn’t hear. He was preoccupied. He wrapped his arms around your waist, as did you, holding the both of you in place.

Atsushi was breathing heavily now, touching the tip of your tongue with his. His cheeks were flushed and he was almost putting his full body weight against you to keep you against the wall, before he grabbed both of your hands and held them against the wall. Atsushi held your hands on either side of your hips, slowly dragging them up the wall and over his shoulders, with one hand tangling in his hair. Atsushi was satisfied with that, letting go of your hands and gripping one of your legs yet again and lifting it up.

Atsushi finally paused to take a look at the scene he created, and he turned red when he looked into your eyes and saw how desperate you were. Your eyes were half lidded and almost steamy looking. His eyes slowly trailed down, and he ran his thumb over your chest.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” you joked. He chuckled, leaning down. “Sorry, I can’t help but stare.” He bent his arm to keep holding your thigh, although the position was a bit awkward because he was leaning down and tracing over your clothed chest at eye level. You reached down and took off your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, then your hand took purchase in Atsushi’s hair again. Atsushi nodded appreciatively, kissing your side quickly.

“Thank you,”

He mumbled your name under his breath while he kissed across your chest, before taking your nipple in his mouth. Your grip tightened on his hair, pulling him closer to your chest.

“Hnn..Atsu,” you tilted your head back, his hands tracing your hips and sides making you shiver. Partially from his cold his hands were, and partially because of the sensations. His hands were all over you, trying to touch as much of you as he could.

He slowly trailed over to the other side of your chest, taking the other through his slim fingers. You noticed the small red splotches along your chest where he was licking, and you sighed playfully. At least they were hidden. You really did want him to mark you, there was no better feeling, but it was always embarrassing to explain it to your friends the next day.

Atsushi seemed to be lost in thought, all of his thoughts were focused on your body. He may not admit it, but there’s a part of him that wants to mark you up. There was a part of him that was proud when people noticed his marks. Sure, Dazai teasing him endlessly was always shameful, but the fact that people knew how good he made you feel from the nibbles and licks left on your body made him feel cocky, an emotion he was not used to feeling.

He also took pride in the marks you left on him. The scratches that were vaguely visible on his arms and the back of his neck. The ruffles in his hair after Atsushi had left his apartment in the morning, leaving everyone wondering if he didn’t brush his hair or if you had given him a rather special goodbye. The small marks that you’d given him on his neck from the night before. It was all too much.

He wasn’t thinking about what was going to be on you or him tomorrow though, right now he was focusing on you. On you and the kisses he was leaving all over you as he trailed down your stomach. He heard the small noises that left your throat as you ruffled his hair, and he nibbled on your thighs to get a reaction out of you. You gasped when he lifted your leg up slightly, just enough to gently bite between your thighs. He wasn’t exactly biting hard, but it was certainly visible. Especially because he had little fangs, presumably from his ability. He trailed across your thighs, then he placed his hand between your thighs to gently rest on you. He licked small stripes up your cunt, moaning quietly at the flavor.

“Is this okay?”

“Mhm..” you mumbled.

Atsushi held your thigh up just enough to slightly hinder your movement, taking notice of your small whines and gentle moans. You were trying to be quiet because it was so late, especially because the wall Atsushi had decided to pin you up against was the wall connected to Dazai’s room, and if he figured out what was going on, you both would never hear the end of it. It was hard though. So hard. Especially when Atsushi had started licking small circles to your clit, collecting spit on his tongue to make it feel even better.

“Feel good?” Atsushi whispered.

“Y-yes, Atsu. Keep—keep going.”

Atsushi nodded into your cunt, lifting your leg up slightly higher so he could get a better angle. He was more or less under you now, pulling you down onto his face by the hips while he ate you out. The sudden movement made you whine out, and Atsushi listened to his surroundings intently to make sure no one was overhearing the both of you. Atsushi didn’t seem to notice anything, so he kept going.

His movements were slow, a vast contrast compared to his normally fast paced and relentless speed he liked to set. You could tell he was tired and it was hindering his movements, but he was also in a different mood tonight. He wanted to savor every second with you. Maybe it was because he had a mission in a week, so he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, or maybe it was just what that night was calling for. Either way, he was taking things slow and you loved it.

Atsushi’s tongue was making you feel so good that you began to subconsciously grind against his face, taking him by the hair, trying to pull him closer. Atsushi was gripping your hips tight, leaving small finger-sized bruises where they were. He normally grabbed your hips even harder, but his tired and exhausted body was making him sufficiently less strong than he’d normally be.

Atsushi’s face was sticky and wet by the time he pulled away. You were so close to the edge that you groaned maybe a little too loud when he pulled away.

“Sorry, dear. I’ll make it up to you.” Atsushi grinned from the floor, looking up at you with bright, tired eyes. You nodded, looking at him wipe his face with his fingers, before using what was originally on his face as lube. The mix of your precum and his spit turned out to be a good substitute. He prodded at your entrance, before slowly pushing two of his fingers inside of you. You gasped at the feeling, as did he. His mind couldn’t help but wander to thoughts of what you’ll feel like on him.

He started off with slowly letting you get used to the feeling, before pumping his fingers inside of you. He spread his fingers apart, watching as you tossed your head back and gripped his hair tighter. As Atsushi stretched you out, he brought his head forward and began to leave small kisses to your hips. He would occasionally accentuate the kiss by staying there for a few extra moments, sucking on the skin softly and leaving small red marks.

Atsushi mumbled something you couldn’t hear, but you could make out one word, that being ‘pretty’.

You couldn’t tell if Atsushi was complimenting you or trying to get your attention because he would call you pretty as a nickname, and also just in general. The idea of not knowing which one he was doing made you chuckle.

“So pretty,” Atsushi mumbled.

You smiled fondly, playing with his hair before tossing your head back again as he curled his fingers up into that spot. That one spot that made your breath hitch and your vision go white. He began to rub circles into your clit with his thumb as well. You could feel yourself getting close again, and it was even faster when approaching this time. You clenched your thighs around his hand, before quickly coming undone. Atsushi slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you, helping to aid you through your orgasm.

“Hah..Atsushi, that was really good.”

“Really?” Atsushi pushed farther, needing more praise, craving more praise, per usual.

“Really. Just your hands were able to make my thighs shake,” you pointed down to your thighs comically. “Imagine what else you can do.”

Atsushi nodded enthusiastically, jumping up off the floor and standing in front of you, kissing you yet again. He trailed down your neck, and you jumped slightly when he nibbled on your neck, a very obvious spot, but you were too tired at this point. He was making you feel good, and that was all that mattered right now. You could deal with all that other stuff later.

Atsushi ran his hand down your side, purring again when you scratched his head. It wasn’t necessarily loud purring like you’d hear from a real house cat, but it was certainly audible. He buried his head in your neck again, grinding against you as you pet his hair. With his head still buried in the crook of your neck, he gripped your right thigh again to hold you up. You were open and exposed to him at this angle, and it made you shiver. You could feel him pressing against your skin, his skin was rough, but strange enough, you liked the feeling. He lifted you up a little bit by grabbing your hips, but not high enough for you to make a large impact if you fell.

You reached your hand forward, collecting his precum in the palm of your hand and jerking him off slightly, just enough to get him nice and wet. Atsushi whimpered slightly at the feeling, digging his head further into your shoulder, biting it slightly. The bite hurt a little, making you whine as well.

“A-Atsu, that hurts..”

He nodded, no longer biting you.

“Sorry, your hand just feels really, really good.”

You chuckled a little, quickly being cut off as Atsushi pistoned towards your cunt, looking you in the eyes for validation, before seeing you nod and bring your hand down to his hips to push him forward. He aligned his tip with your entrance, slowly pushing inside.

“So—tight,” Atsushi slurred his words a little.

“Mhm..”

You both stood there for a few moments as Atsushi slowly bottomed out inside of you, before finally reaching the hilt.

“Good?” Atsushi asked.

“Yeah..please move, Atsu.”

Atsushi always loved when you called him Atsu. How it rolled off your tongue, how sweet you were when you called him it, how intimate it was. He loved it all.

He throbbed a little at the nickname, following your orders and briefly starting off slow, before progressively gaining speed. Whenever his hips met yours you saw stars.

You lost your breath as he gained speed, and Atsushi held your hips forward so your hips wouldn’t hit the wall and make noise, but it made the penetration even deeper than you would’ve expected. The feeling made you whine into Atsushi’s ear, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Does it feel good?”

You didn’t respond, just grabbing Atsushi’s hair to hold him in your neck.

“Well?”

“Mhm..s-so good, ‘Tsu.”

Atsushi grinned, gripping your hips tighter while sliding down your thigh and onto your knee for easier access. You brought your hand down to rub small circles on your clit, and Atsushi throbbed when he looked down and saw the sight. You looked so desperate. So desperate to cum. The stimulation to your clit made you tighten around him, and he moaned slightly at the feeling.

“F-fuck..trying so hard to keep quiet right now..!”

With everything going on, you could feel yourself getting close. It was so much. So much was going on, you could feel your body heating up and trembling. The beads of sweat forming on your forehead were making you look even more delectable in Atsushi’s eyes and he could see that you were close too from your heavy breathing and trembling thighs. You clamped your leg that was suspended in the air around Atsushi’s waist, and Atsushi held it there. Keeping it in place.

He kept at the same speed, although the vigor in his movements was going up. He was struggling to hold your hips in place, but he had to. He couldn’t let your hips hit the wall.

You moaned maybe a little too loud as your orgasm reached its peak, then you slumped back against the wall as gently as you could. You tried to catch your breath for a few moments, but Atsushi didn’t give you a break. He kept going in a desperate attempt to come, before he finally reached his peak as well. He came inside of you, letting your leg down and wrapping his arms around your waist as his legs shook. Atsushi sat there for a few moments, watching as his cum dripped down your thighs and he almost immediately picked up speed again at the sight.

“Hnn—Atsu—too much!”

“Please, just one more..!” Atsushi begged, writhing in your ear. “After this I’ll be done, I promise.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hold him close. You were slowly making your way up the wall, and Atsushi held your hips in place with his own.

He kept going at it, he couldn’t stop even if he tried. He was addicted. Feeling you clench around him desperately and bury your face in his neck drove him crazy. He couldn’t last long, the previous orgasm already building up again.

“Ahh—‘m close again..!” Atsushi blurted out.

You nodded, whining as Atsushi brought his hand down to play with your clit. You were avoiding giving it any stimulation in hopes of avoiding too much overstimulation, but it seems like Atsushi had other ideas.

It honestly wasn’t anything new. Atsushi would always get so desperate from feeling you come around him, and from looking at you shut your eyes tight as you rode out your orgasm. The way your face would change and contort as you reached the peak of your orgasm drove him crazy. This would make it so he could almost never stop after just one round. He had to see all of these different factors on your face as much as he possibly could. Especially because the faces you’d make would only get more intense the more overstimulated you got.

“You can take it, right? You can take me?”

“Mhm!” You whined out, gripping his shoulders tighter and scratching at his skin.

Atsushi nodded, increasing speed and taking your clit between his fingers, watching you squirm. Your thighs started to shake again, and Atsushi gripped one of your thighs to keep it in place.

You mumbled something about being close in Atsushi’s ear, but he hardly processed it. He kept the same speed, barely keeping your hips from banging into the wall with each thrust.

You finally got close, and your thighs tightened around Atsushi’s hips as you tried to stabilize yourself. Atsushi froze for a split second when he felt how tight you were around him, but he didn’t pause for long before he was back at it and he was cumming again with a quiet cry. His hips completely slowed, but he kept rubbing circles on your clit to drive you over the edge.

You finally came undone, your muscles tensing for a few moments before your entire body slouched. You probably could’ve handled more under different circumstances, but the fact you had to remain quiet and you were already exhausted from the long day you had, you had to tap out. It made every orgasm you had even more intense. Not to mention if you stayed up much later you and Atsushi would most certainly regret it in the morning.

Atsushi got the message, slowly pulling out of you, watching as his cum dripped down your thighs yet again. He knew he couldn’t, but he had to resist every urge to kneel down between your thighs and clean you right up. He held you close, walking you backwards and onto the bed. He watched you breathe heavily as you sat down on the bed, catching your breath. He laid down next to you, pulling you close to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You did good,” Atsushi mumbled.

You turned over and wrapped your legs around his frame, pressing your face into his neck.

“So did you.”

You and Atsushi laid there for a few minutes, and he heard your breathing get heavier, indicating you had fallen asleep. He didn’t want to wake you up, but he couldn’t sit in this sticky mess for much longer. He shook you gently, and you rustled the sheets slightly before waking up again.

“Ah sorry..it’s just late.” You said.

Atsushi looked over and checked the clock. 12:50. It really was late. He was definitely going to be groggy tomorrow.

Atsushi smiled at you, sitting up as he placed his hand on your back so you could sit up with him. The brief moment where he was sitting up and you were still lying down is where he really noticed how many marks he had left on you. He blushed out of embarrassment when he saw how your neck was littered with love bites.

You didn’t seem to mind though.

You and Atsushi made your way to the shower, trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake anyone up. The shower was rather quick, but Atsushi enjoyed every second of it. Once you two were out, you laid down on your bed and wrapped yourself up in all of your blankets, Atsushi laying right next to you.

You two both fell asleep in moments, but not before Atsushi whispered into your ear.

“Goodnight.”

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Sweet Like Saccharine

Hey! Sorry I have been so inactive I am still working on my other works as well, but this deer-man has simply rotted my brain, so I had to write about him!

This work will have multiple chapters and might contain some smut in later chapters? I haven't decided yet >.< but I hope you enjoy! I tried to keep Alastor as in character as possible, but please lemme know if he needs some improvement! <3

Alastor/GN! Reader

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Multiple chapters :3

It had been the longest day for you consisting of tending to the guests, daily work tasks, and keeping the peace within the hotel. Angel and Husk had been bickering for hours and she had to keep them from tearing into each other.

"Angel! I swear to Satan…" You yelled as her fingers worked soothing circles on her temples in a futile attempt to ease her growing headache.

“What!” Angel spoke in his thick accent as he threw his multiple arms in the air.

“Just leave the damn cat alone!” her voice boomed as she lowered her head down on the bar.

The spider demon raised an eyebrow at her, exchanging looks with Husk before patting her on the shoulder. They seemed to break a silent truce over whatever trivial ordeal they had been fighting about.

“Take it easy, toots.”

With that, he was gone, along with Husk. Lifting your head to watch them walk away Husk offered his hand out for Angel to take. You let out a pleased hum and rested her head once more. Just a few more minutes.

A few minutes turned into an hour.

You slept peacefully until your neck began to ache. You blinked the sleep from your eyes and massaged the back of your neck while letting out a long yawn-

Your undead heart nearly stopped at the sight of crimson hues accompanied by ambient static and a sharp grin.

Nearly falling out of your chair, you grabbed onto the bartop for support. “Alastor, didn’t anyone ever tell you to NOT watch people while they sleep?” you asked rhetorically.

The Radio Demon’s eyes narrowed before he erupted with laughter, a soundtrack boosting his volume.

“Now, now my dear. Don’t flatter yourself. I came to get a simple drink, and you happened to be out cold in the bar like some drunkard.”

You rolled your eyes while adjusting your disheveled hair, “I had a long day, okay?” you bit back while Alastor strode behind the bar. “I can see that, my dear! It appears you require a refreshment.” he beamed and made a show of grabbing liquors and mixing them over the rocks. Everything with him was theatrical.

“Voila.” he slid a glass your way while he hummed, busying himself with making his beverage.

You took the glass carefully, swishing the amber liquor around, not willing to take a sip just yet.

Alastor, still cheerfully humming to himself, sat beside you.

“I didn’t poison it,” he stared at you menacingly, until you reluctantly took a drink, cackling at your contorted expression. “I made it quite strong considering how terrible your day seemed to have been,” he added as he steepled his fingers together, propping his head up.

That was surprisingly thoughtful. As thoughtful as a demon overlord could be.

“T-Thank you, Alastor.” you breathed out while knocking back another swig.

“Ahh- no need to thank me, my dear. Now, do tell me your woes from today.” his grin grew even larger ( if that was even possible.)

You looked up from your drink and sighed. “Minimal issues that a demon like you could care less about.”

Alastor wasn’t satisfied with that answer. What a sadist.

“Now, now don’t put words into my mouth! I’m very interested in your struggles and suffering.” he beamed as you rolled your eyes.

Your fingers clasped the glass while you rubbed at the condensation. “Just a really long day. Nothing went right, I got attacked by that unruly demon for simply existing, talked down to, and had to keep everyone happy all the while. Not to mention the mountain of paperwork I still need to finish, and the icing on the cake is I don’t have a cent to my name.” With your pitiful story finished you rested your head back on the bar while a groan escaped your throat.

Alastor’s expression remained unchanged as he reached a gloved hand over to pat your shoulder. “ There, there dearie-” he said, his voice softer than usual.

“We mustn't focus on the negative. Tomorrow is a new day full of countless opportunities,” he spoke confidently, attempting to uplift your spirits. He then paused as he felt your shoulders shake beneath his grasp, causing his brow to furrow.

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, and that’s when he noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks.

Oh, bother.

“No need for the tears, darling.” he chided with his hand awkwardly patting your shoulder. It was the equivalent of being comforted by a brick wall. He wasn’t very emotionally adept.

You sniffled meekly and rubbed at her reddened eyes while hiccups wracked your body.

“Oh no, no, no this simply won’t do.” he retrieved a handkerchief from his breast pocket and began to dab at the tears.

“I’m sorry, Al-” you spoke in between your sobs and hiccups. It came out as a jumbled mess.

“It’s quite alright, my dear.” he tried to sound soothing, but his voice was staticky and wavered, showing his true emotions that he hid behind that cursed smile.

You gingerly took the cloth from him and wiped your tears away with a nervous laugh.

“Oh gosh- I’m a mess,” you said followed by a dry laugh.

You waited for some quip from the deer man, but one didn’t come. Instead, he extended his hand out to you, “Care to follow me?” he asked softly.

You hesitated for a moment, but caved and placed your hand in his, letting him drag you through the hallways of the hotel. Admiring all of the paintings and gothic architecture until they reached a pair of large doors with countless intricate carvings and designs.

Alastor smoothed his suit out as he cleared his throat and opened the doors in a grand display watching your eyes widen. He strode past you with grace into the labyrinth of a library, it had to be the biggest one you had seen, with more books than you could even imagine.

You stood breathlessly as Alastor retrieved a thick book from the shelf and sat himself down on the velvet couch. “Come my dear.” he patted the spot beside him and watched you with an expectant look. You carefully made your way over and sat down beside him.

“This is where I usually come to clear my head and escape from my thoughts,” Alastor spoke as his voice rumbled deeply in his chest.

You listened with wide eyes and couldn’t help but smile at the gesture.

“Thank you,” you whispered and watched him dive into his book without a second thought.

A comfortable silence fell upon them besides the slight hum that emitted from the demon that sounded similar to a radio attempting to find a channel. It was a comforting sound as it slowly began to lull you to sleep.

He pried his eyes away from the page when he felt a presence on his shoulder causing his body to stiffen up.

Glancing over he was met with the sight of you leaning against him, peacefully asleep with a light smile gracing your almost angelic features. A muffled small screech came from him as he wracked his brain for a protocol for the situation.

On one hand, he despised being touched, only enjoying touching others, but on the other hand, the warmth radiating from you wasn’t unbearable. His eye twitched as he closed his book, setting it to the side, and decided to indulge in the affection.

Alastor was as stiff as a board as he let you sleep comfortably on his shoulder, his eyes never leaving your face. You looked so peaceful it would be a crime to wake you, and after all, it was better than you sleeping at the bar. He sighed softly and patted your head with the utmost gentleness.

Once he got his fill he slowly slid under you trying not to disturb your slumber. He picked you up bridal style and began the trek to your room while humming a tune to himself.

He pushed the door open and gently laid you down on the bed, searching the room he found a blanket folded over your chair, grabbing it and draping it over your sleeping form.

“Good night, my dear,” he whispered as he went to make his exit. His ear twitched when a groggy voice spoke his name and he froze in place.

“Al..?” You had sat up and rubbed vigorously at your eyes with a large yawn.

“Ahh you’re awake,” he said while adjusting his suit and sitting at the end of the bed.

“I apologize if the bumpy ride woke you,” he said sincerely. You were coming to your senses and took in the room.

“I’m sorry-” you stretched your arms over your head, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep again, and also sorry for breaking down in front of you,” you added with a nervous laugh.

Alastor raised his eyebrow at you before speaking in his velvety voice,” There is no need for apologies, I assure you my dear.” he said while the corner of his lips twitched.

Her fists gripped the sheets below her. You still felt embarrassed for crying in front of the Radio Demon of all people.

A silence fell between them as they exchanged glances.

“If-If it’s asking too much I understand-” You began to speak and Alastor listened intently with a soft hum.“C-Could you stay for a little while?” you asked while fidgeting with your hands in your lap.

Out of all the things he thought you could ask, this was not one of them. “I wish I could stay, I really do my dear, but I have important work to tend to and a hotel to run!” he said, attempting to brush you off, hoping you would drop the topic altogether.

Already feeling like a fish out of water tonight.

“It’s okay,” you whispered while you slipped back under the blankets and pulled a pillow to your chest. “Good night, Alastor.”

Why did he feel this way? Why was there a pang of guilt in his being for declining to stay with you?

He stood, smoothing the wrinkles in his suit out as he took in your form. An internal war was waging inside of them as he weighed the pros and cons of keeping you company. The cons seemed to outweigh the pros, but he disregarded the score as he sat back down on the bed.

You rolled over when you felt the bed dip down and blinked slowly when you saw Alastor’s imposing form. You offered him a small smile and adjusted yourself in the bed.

“Now get some sleep,” he said sternly, trying to regain some of his dignity. You looked at him once more, sitting on the bed while his silhouette danced along the wall. His shadow has a mind of its own.

“One more thing?” you asked softly while she sat up.

Alastor’s expression hardened and he let out a dramatic sigh. “I suppose, what do you request?” he asked, not sure if he wanted to hear your next request.

He already felt out of sorts while trying to navigate his emotions.

“Your ears-” your eyes trailed off to the side as you searched for your confidence, seemingly finding it, “can I touch them?” you forced out and watched Alastor’s reaction.

Hearing a small record screech emit from him.

It wasn’t nearly as taxing as your other requests, but he still relented at first. He viewed his ears and hidden tail as indignant and weak, but he still used them as tools on occasion to charm someone into a deal. He hummed quietly, pondering over your request before relenting once more. You had somehow wiggled your way into his undead heart.

“Fine, I suppose,” he said softly as he leaned his head back for his ears to be reachable.

“Be careful, please. They are quite sensitive.”

You nodded and smiled, reaching your hands out carefully to caress his ears. They were fluffy and velvety as they twitched against her palm. “They are just as soft as I imagined,” you whispered under your breath. He was about to speak up about your imagination when he felt a sensation roll through his body causing him to stiffen up.

“I’m sorry-” you pulled your hands away, blurting out apologies left and right.

Alastor chuckled while he shook his head. “No, no nothing is wrong my dear-” he loosened his muscles up again. Well as loose as they could be, he never could fully relax in anyone’s presence.” Just when you pet my head it reminded me of my mother.” he admitted quietly in a rare moment of vulnerability.

You listened with bated breath.

“She used to pet my head while lulling me to sleep with that alluring voice of hers.” his voice seemed to lose its tune for a moment, his ears flattening atop his head.

However he cleared his throat and brushed the memory off, “But ahh- have I ever made my famous jambalaya for you? It’s my mother’s recipe! It’ll knock your socks off my dear I’m telling you!” he began to ramble on.

You smiled and listened to him while your hand gently petted in between his ears, his soft crimson locks feeling like silk against your palm.

Alastor allowed you to keep petting him but felt his eyes become heavy.

Demons such as himself did not need sleep. He chose not to indulge in the matter even though he very well could. He couldn’t recall the last time he did catch some shut-eye.

He hummed to himself and leaned into your touch catching you by surprise.

A comfortable silence had fallen between them, and you had a sneaking suspicion. You craned your neck to look at his face. He indeed was asleep and with a smile still plastered on his face nonetheless. You weren’t surprised that he still wore one when he was asleep.

You smiled and adjusted yourself to the best of your ability with the deer resting in your lap. Your hands continued to card through his hair while you listened to the soft noises he emitted that paired with the shallow breaths. The radio noises had halted as well.

Smiling to yourself you rested your head against the pillow and began to drift off once more, not being able to fight off the drowsiness any longer.

Something brushed against your nose causing her to dismissively wave it off with your hand and then settle back in to sleep. Until it tickled you once more causing your nose to scrunch up and your eyes to flutter open.

Adjusting to the light beaming through the curtains a flash of red and black appeared in your peripheral. Alastor’s ear had been the culprit. Twitching and flicking against your face as his head remained on your chest. He had shifted slightly in his bout of sleep.

As cliche as it sounded he looked heavenly with the sunlight cascading upon his darkened features. You were busy taking in his beauty when his eyes began to open.

“W-What time is it..” he asked groggily as he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes with his palms, his claws would gouge his eyes out if he tried.

‘“Morning..” You answered as you scanned the room for a clock.

Alastor hummed in response as he stood up and began to smooth the wrinkles from his coat.

“I do apologize for falling asleep.” he adjusted his buttons and tried to tame his disheveled locks.

Your brow creased at his words, “You were tired, it’s okay Al.” you said with a smile as you stretched your arms over your head.

Alastor stayed quiet and collected himself, glancing in the mirror to preen his appearance before promptly exiting the room. His mind raced with thoughts of the previous night while he retreated into the shadows.

You watched him leave with a soft sigh, standing up to begin to get ready for the day. Trying to shrug off his reaction. Making your way downstairs to join the others for breakfast.

Alastor was nowhere in sight.

You attempted to hide your disappointment and began to chat with Angel Dust as he showed you pictures of Fat Nuggets.

It was now nearly evening and there had still been no sight of Alastor.

Nobody seemed to notice besides you or rather they couldn't care less what the talk-show host was up to in his tower.

After finishing your daily tasks and helping Charlie with some paperwork you made your way to his broadcasting room. Standing before the large hatch door for a moment before hesitantly knocking.

A few moments of silence passed and just as she was about to turn a sing-song voice rang out.

“Come in.”

You slowly pushed the hatch open and took in the sight of all the equipment and then let your eyes land on his imposing form.

He was sitting before the control table as he tweaked one of the dials and didn’t pay you any mind.

“Alastor.” your voice gave away how anxious she was, and she shifted on each foot while waiting for a response. You were met with a sigh as he finally turned his attention towards you.

“Yes?” his voice was laced with annoyance.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you, I know you’re-” you gestured to his control panel, “But I wanted to make sure you were alright since you hadn’t made an appearance all day.” you finished as your eyes darted away from his intense gaze.

“I’m quite alright darling, no need to worry for me. I’m an overlord for hell-sake,” he said with a dry laugh that was followed by the usual laugh track. His face lacked any genuine amusement while his smile twitched.

“Right right,” you muttered and wrung your hands together.

“Is there anything else?” he asked with an eyebrow raised. His expression screams to not trifle with him.

You shook your head and whispered a quiet, “No.” as you turned to leave.

Alastor did not pay any mind to you while he continued his prep for his broadcast. Nonchalantly waving you off with, "Toodles, dear." it lacked his normal joyful tone, however.

You retreated to your room needing a breather after such a tense and awkward conversation. Deep down you knew that Alastor most likely regretted last night, and never wanted to speak of it again, but still, you couldn’t help but feel your heart snap in two.

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Sweet baby boy 🖤

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femboyp1ssdrawer · 11 months ago

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alastor request HAI can it be based on the fact that alastor doesn't sleep, and it's his lover finding out that petting his ears during cuddling makes him fall asleep.

thank you for your service

yess i love sleepy alastor thank u so much anon :D!!

Goodmorning, Love

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You were well aware of the Radio Demon’s sleep habits. Or, well, lack of sleep habits. You often spent nights in his room, where he would sit with you in bed until you fell asleep and go do whatever the hell he gets up to late at night. You always woke up in an empty room, and often so in the middle of the night, struggling to rest again as a greedy tightness gripped your chest in worry and disappointment.

You understood, though, and tried your best not to let it get to you that you didn’t have his warm body next to you when you woke every morning. But you couldn’t help that twinge of sadness. You weren’t particularly needy or clingy, but would it kill him to stay in bed with you for a single night? And to have a slice of domestic bliss as you woke up?

Obviously.

You roll your eyes as you lay, staring up at the ceiling. You had just gotten ready for bed, and now waited for said demon to join you for a few hours. Your fingers tapped, impatient, against your chest as you hummed absentmindedly.

“How lovely,” You heard him speak. Tickles of that radio static that always followed him clung to your exposed skin, which was signal enough that he had entered the room had he not announced himself. “What a siren you are, luring me here with that hum of yours.”

You smiled slightly at his comment, scooching over slightly to encourage him over. He obliged, joining you under the covers. He still wore his usual outfit, which made sense considering his tendency to go away all night. You purse your lips at the thought, slightly chewing on the skin.

“Why the face?” Of course he noticed your expression. He always noticed when any emotion tickled your face. You appreciated the genuine tone in his voice, the typical buzz of radio barely detectable in his words. He always got a little softer and kinder when he was alone with you like this.

You appreciated nights with him, being able to see a side of him that nobody else would live to spread word of. You enjoyed feeling a little special, especially to somebody like him.

“Do you think you could stay in,” You asked cautiously, fiddling with your hands as you inched closer to him, pressing your body against his. Even laying, he still seemed much taller than you. You gingerly guided his head down, against your chest as you spoke, hoping the multitasking would keep him from sitting up and rejecting your intimate gestures. “Just for a night. I miss you all night long.”

He allowed his head to lay against you. He did feel tense, of course, letting the back of his head be exposed in this manner as he lay vulnerable on you. It was a strange feeling, but not one he cared to consider for too long.

“(Y/N),” He began with a sigh. “It’s impossible for me to get much done during the day, what with all the running around Charlie does. Somebody has to keep an eye on that young princess. I prefer to stay awake to get my own errands done at night.”

I know that, you wanted to say and interrupt his explanatory ramble. You wanted to beg him to understand, just this once. You held in a sigh, watching as his head gently rose and fell with every breath you took. Maybe you should just take this submission from him as good enough.

You gingerly began tangling your fingers through his red hair, brushing out any kinks he may have gotten throughout the day. His tense body seemed to ease slightly, becoming more and more relaxed as you weaved your fingers through the locks.

“You have really soft hair, Al,” You commented, changing the subject. You figured there was no use convincing him. You let your fingers lightly trail upwards, up to his ears. You grazed them slightly with a finger. You touched again. When he made no motion of dislike, you fully began rubbing them. Petting him. You smiled to yourself at the idea of petting the feared Radio Demon. “And your ears are even softer.”

“I try to take care of myself,” He responded proudly. There was another hint of something in his voice, but you couldn’t quite place what it was. But it seemed heavy. “A well groomed man is a successful one.” You absentmindedly agreed as you stroked the velvety fur of his ears, switching back and forth between them and his hair. You had a preference for the ears, though.

You sighed and began humming quietly again. He rarely got so… comfortable, even around you. He always had some sort of guard up, always had his shoulders squared. He almost never became so… loose and vulnerable.

You noticed the clippings of radio frequency had stopped, which was a noise that was ever present in his wake. You had a suspicion why it disappeared, a small grin forming on your face.

Yes, the Radio Demon never slept. But that was a choice he made, not a curse that prevented him. Even demons get tired. You don’t know how Alastor makes it day by day without a wink of rest, but it was apparent that exhaustion had built up in him. He just needed to relax for a second.

You graced your fingers over his fringe, and craned your neck in a way to get a glance at his face. Yeah, you were right.

He laid there, eyes shut, features relaxed with the lightest grin playing on his face. Even in sleep, you complained. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was the sound of his deep, slow breathing and occasional twitch of his velvety ears. You briefly wondered what the Radio Demon would dream about.

Would he be aggravated with you when he woke up, realizing you had practically cast a sleep spell on him? You didn’t, but the rate of which exhaustion took over may as well have been some sort of magic.

You shut your own heavy eyes, exhaling lightly as you continued to comfort yourself with the texture of his fur and hair. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

You craned your arms and neck as consciousness came back to you, but an unfamiliar weight kept you from getting that good stretch in. Momentarily confused, you blinked open and looked down.

Red and black hair, more of a mess than usual, still took place on your torso. This was a first, and your chest felt like exploding with the glee of seeing Alastor still resting with you. He somehow looked even more relaxed than the night before, his cheek flush against your stomach, squishing his lips up slightly. A light grin was still there.

You gently brushed your fingers over his face, trailing a line around his features with an index finger. His eyes squeezed for a moment, and that static ambience of his slowly, quietly, returned. It was a noise that you had learned to find comfort in. He slowly opened his red eyes, a confused and sleepy daze clouding them. There was a wrinkle in his brow as he roughly propped himself up with an elbow, looking up at you with a furrowed expression.

“(Y/N)..?” He trailed, pausing to take in a shuddering morning yawn through a confused smirk. “Did I… Dear, what time is it?”

You looked at him tenderly. Oh, how cute he was, sleepy like this. Composed like an exhausted kid. Something even you have never seen before.

“Yeah,” You responded to his unspoken question. “It’s probably seven a.m. or so. I dunno.” There wasn’t a clock in your immediate line of sight.” “A.m. …” He said slowly. He sat up fully, looking down in disappointment at his wrinkled day wear. He quickly blinked the sleep from his eyes and managed to bring some composure to himself, but that lick of exhaustion was still prominent. Especially under his eyes.

“Yeah,” You said again, a light chuckle following. “Goodmorning, Al.”

He wasn’t obviously upset, it seemed. Though he probably was too tired to think about it too much yet. Maybe later.

“Well… Goodmorning, love.” He responded, still with a hint of confusion in his voice. “I suppose I accepted your plea from last night.” He brushed at his clothes while he spoke, trying to flatten out the creases that were brought on through a night of rest.

“Maybe more often?” You asked, twiddling your thumbs in anticipation. You already knew the answer, but it was okay. You knew how to keep him in now. You mischievously smirked as he closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Unlikely.”

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