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[kiwiikato]

mommy’s here // ken sato x reader

Chapter Eight

note! thank u for everyone's patience! i'm sorry for the late update and rushed chapter but i hope this makes up for the wait! u all are so silly and i've been enjoying all your comments <3 thank u so much for the love and support!

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kenji stood on the base plate, calling for the baby kaiju's attention as she chirped. you stood near by him with mina hovering beside you as well. the atmosphere of the warmly colored park held a sweetness to the air.

"okay, just like this." he fixed his stance by separating his legs shoulder length. lifting the wooden bat in his hands, he showed a slow back and forth swinging motion. the baby kaiju chirped more as she raised the cute, but comedically, giant blue bat.

you didn't know where ken pulled it out from but it sure was handy to have it stored. pulling yourself out of your thoughts you focused on the both of them. "elbows up." they both raised their elbows up.

the baby kaiju was absolutely adorable to look at, her arms a perfect chunkiness, making her look rounder as she help the bat upright. kenji put his bat down, making a sound of contempt at her.

"uhuh, get ready." he waved the baseball that he now had, showing it to her. "okay, here it comes." kenji crouched down slightly, with a swift but soft motion, he threw the ball from below, heading towards the baby kaiju.

the ball hit her face, making her let out a cry from the impact as her face jolted. her once happy expression turned sad as she looked at kenji and you in pain. her fins that laid on the side of her head, frilled down in sadness, as tears welled in her eyes.

giant droplets poured out from her as kenji and you looked at each other in worry. "no no no no it's okay." the both of you ran up to her, trying to sooth her tears. she began to cry out, slightly jumping back and forth on her feet.

"oh baby, come here." you said as you reached out to her. she looked down at you, slowly leaning her head to you. you grabbed her forehead, pulling her to you as you placed a small kiss on the spot she got hit on. "see, all better!" you said smiling, making her feel better at the comfort.

you stepped back as her tears dried up, letting ken step up to her next. she looked at ken as she sniffled. he gave her a small smile. "hey, it's okay, it's okay. it happens sometimes, you just got to work at it." his voice was gentle with care, trying to keep her calm and happy.

ken took some steps back to the base he was at originally, now that she seemed calmer. "now get ready, keep your eyes on the ball." he raised a peace sign to his eyes, moving it back and forth between his eyes and the ball. you stared at him as he gently talked towards the baby. he held a soft but handsome smile on his face. you never really took notice of his features.

his eyes were sharp, but full of warmth. his nose was perfect in its own way, it was hooked nose, the arch of it reminded you a greek god in a sense. there was a small black piercings on his ears as well. it almost felt like you were staring at him for the first time all over again.

a blush rose to your face as you continued watching them. "ichi, ni, san, ball!" he yelled out as he threw the ball. it happened so quickly as you watched the baby have her bat smack against the ball, sending it flying across the sky. "woooo! yes! whoo!!" kenji yelled out in joy as he jumped. you and mina shouted out in joy as mina span around cutely with her little robot arms out.

kenji ran up to the baby kaiju, grabbing her loving by here hands. "come on girl, we gotta run the bases!" it was clear as day of his excitement. baseball was his passion, it was his sanctuary. and for the baby he's raising under his care, enjoy the one things he grew up living, it made him feel joy.

he pulled her gently, as she began to follow him. he let go of her, waving you and mina to join him in running and the baby kaiju ran behind him, copying his trail. you all laughing in joy, a special memory being created.

the baby cooed as kenji jumped back on the base, making a home run, as she stopped and leaped to it. a cloud of dust and dirt came from her feet with the force as you all celebrated.

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after the events of the day in the park, you and kenji sat in the living room as mina took care of the baby kaiju. he told you of his plans to go out in a couple of hours for a scheduled interview with ms. ami wakita. you smiled and told him to not worry as you and mina would take care of the baby in that time.

now you both sat comfortably on the sofa as he played random videos online for the both of you to watch. the your frog plushie from the night before sat on your lap, rubbing its head affectionately.

kenji eyed you from the side of his eye, admiring the way you innocently stared ahead of you. there was a soft smile on your lips, enjoying every second of what life had to bring you. it was almost funny how life had brought the two of you together because of the baby kaiju, and he was grateful.

and so were you. you were grateful to have been able to take care of the baby as you grew closer with kenji. he smiled to himself as he scooted closer to you, your body turned to look at him, to which he gave you a awkward smile. you smiled back, in a way saying he could get closer.

and so he did. he closed the gap that once existed as the two of you watched the tv. it was a comforting feeling, to feel his warmth pressed against you. it wasn't long before kenji reached for the remote, slightly lowering the audio. he turned to you, you copying his actions with curiousity.

"hey, i know i say it a lot but thank you again for all the help with the baby kaiju. the extra help has been so nice to have." his voice was soft, but loud enough for you to hear. you smiled back at him, "of course, she's like family at this point, i honestly enjoy being near the both of you."

kenji looked up happy. he reminded you of a dog wagging its tail, like those 'golden retriever boyfriends' you've heard about online. "yeah me too, i like being with you too." he said smiling wide.

"do you mean the 'both of you'?" you asked, referring to the baby and you. he shook his head. "no no, well yes, but no. i meant you. i've been really enjoying my time with you. it's been really nice to get closer to you throughout the process." his voice was almost hypnotizing, it was undeniably alluring.

"oh well- i've been enjoying getting closer with you as well." you said, slightly caught off guard by his sweet words. kenji turned more towards you, he gently reached for your hands that rested on your lap, pulling them a little more to him. your face turned red at the action, but let him continue.

kenji felt his heart swell seeing you smile softly at him. the two of you have been working together to take care of the baby kaiju, and he couldn't deny the fuzzy feeling he felt everytime he felt when he looked at you.

there was just something so alluring about you that he couldn't deny himself of. the life you both had right now felt domestic, it felt sweet. it was then that he realized that domesticity didn't sound that bad. the idea of sleeping and waking up to you, making food together, watching movies and shows.

even just the idea of cleaning together sounded sweet. he could imagine dancing and singing with you as you both cleaned with music in the background. he knew what he felt. he wasn't oblivious to what he felt, but he didn't know. he didn't know if you felt the same.

he's seen you blush but whose to say it's not a reaction from being nervous instead of being interested. the idea of you maybe feeling the same lingered, holding onto the fact that the two of you have begun to get closer, physically and emotionally.

his eyes moved towards your face, watching as you gently stared towards him. your eyes were full of love and maybe, just maybe, that love was for him and only him. taking a breath, he began to talk. "y/n, i've been enjoying our time together, like a lot. this might sound weird but i have been loving waking up to you and taking care of the baby with you. it's something new for me but i'm happy to be doing this with you all. my point is that i'm happy to have you so close to me and for us to keep getting closer and-"

a soft and gentle hand cupped kenji's cheeks, distracting him from his rambling. his eyes snapped up to yours, nervous of what you would say. "i've loved every moment with you as well, the feeling is reciprocated." you said as your thumb softly caressed his cheek.

that was all the confirmation he needed. the way you stared at him so lovingly as you gently held him, almost like you didn't want to hurt him, brought him over the edge. kenji's arms reached over to you, pulling you closer into an embrace. the distance between you lessened as he stared at your eyes.

you watched as he stared at you, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips. a pale red dusted his cheeks. your eyes trailed to his lips, not going unnoticed by him.

kenji leaned forward, the gap closing as he leaned slightly to your height. the feeling of his lips molding with your own sent you chills as he kissed you with love. you kissed him back, almost urgently as kenji leaned into you, making you fall back into the couch as his body now hovered over you.

one hand near your face help him stay up as his other hand rested at your waist, softy rubbing the skin under your shirt. his fingers were cold, making you shiver into the kiss. kenji was kissing you and you enjoyed it.

your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss. kenji groaned softly into the kiss as his hands glided up and down at your waist.

you felt his tongue prod at your mouth, making you slightly open your mouth for him. you hummed in delight as he explored your mouth with his own. the kiss felt like it went on for a while till he pulled away, gasping for air.

you stayed laying down, flushed from what had happen as kenji stared at you, who was still under him. it was then that everything that happened set into you. you had just kissed kenji. you didn't know if it was too soon but a part of you was jumping with joy.

kenji smiled at you, leaning down an placing a small peck at your lip, to your nose, to your cheeks, and forehead. he smother your face with kisses and you felt yourself turn gooey.

he pulled away, sitting up as he helped you get up. pulling you into his arms as he rested your back against his chest. his body wrapped around yours as he rested his head onto your shoulder.

"that was nice." he said softly. you knew he meant more with that, it was a sweet feeling that you both unconsciously had growing inside of you both.

he held you close, enjoying the time he had with you before his interview later. "y/n, i like you. it may come off as straightforward but i would really like to get to know you better." he softy spoke, it was different than his usual bold and prideful attitude.

you could tell he was nervous, with the way his body slightly shook from his nerves. you reached for his hand that laid at your side and grabbed it. "i like you too kenji, and i would really like that." kenji hugged you from behind, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

it was quiet for a while till you heard kenji talk. you almost didn’t hear him, thankfully being able to make out what he was saying. and gosh, did his words make you feel like putty in his hands. " we can finally say we're a little family of our own now."

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[idalenn]

Day 12 - Quarry

Following victory over the primal Titan, the Warrior of Light and fellow Scions set out to celebrate. (2.0)

Major characters: Warrior of Light, Thancred, Y'shtola Note: Bit of MtF angst in this one.

Full text below the cut

“In the presence of good company and pleasant song, I find myself growing rather bored with the idea of sitting and demand a change of pace, as it were. These Lominsan bones desire a dance, and a drink or partner on each hand.” With a wink, Thancred tilted back his head and upended the tankard, pulling down what remained of the ale in two swigs. “As it so happens,” he gasped, “I’ve no drinks, but two suitable partners to choose from.”

“Really, now?” Y’shtola’s eyes only flicked up from her book as his tankard clattered back onto the table. “One brush with mortality was not enough for you?”

“My dear Y’shtola, have you intent to wound me?”

“Only should your intentions include separating my hindquarters from this chair will you face injury; by tome or inability to maneuver two right feet.”

“All is well. Scorn only fuels this roguish heart, and reaffirms my decision to whom I would first proffer my hand. Sadly, my cattish friend, ‘twas not our time this night.” He turned to Lillian instead who was hurriedly dunking a torn crust of bread into her soup. “Our lady of the hour should have the first dance.”

Raising her mask just enough to expose her mouth, she bit into the hot, dripping bread, soup running down her chin across skin and scar. Garlic, shallots, popotoes, ham…pepper, she thought… and other green leaves not quite identifiable by sight. A multitude of flavors danced upon her burning tongue. She sucked up the drops wetting her gloves so fish and butter from the previous course entered the mixture. Her tongue darted out to catch the droplets at the corners of her lips.

Trencher in hand, she ripped another hunk from the black-dusted bread for introduction into the soup, the popotoes softened enough by the heat for pressing into the grain until resembling a chunky paste to be topped with strips of pink ham. Relish radiated up into the tips of her ears and down her charcoal length of tail, wagging like a hound’s as it welcomed home the hunter.

His voice meandered down her twitching ear; the question slowed her chewing until her jaw hung open. The trencher’s last half slipped from her grasp and landed on the table with a solid thunk.

Was I just asked to dance? Surely it was some mistake. Y’shtola was, after all, right in front of him, and the Mizzenmast was full to bursting with patrons mid-celebration.

“You do recall her accompanying the van into Titan’s abode, do you not?”

“My, my – that old adage holds truth for you as well. ‘Miqo’te of a certain fur will together purr’ as I remember. Such sweet concern from you is altogether foreign to my ears, but lovely as I’d believed it would be.”

“Tis not concern I urge, but to remind. We have, all of us, survived the day’s excitements relatively unscathed. Some would prefer to enjoy a modicum of peace while they have it.”

“Perhaps I shall ask her.”

“Perhaps you should. I am not her keeper nor seeker, nor am I yours.”

“A pity, but I shall await any change in disposition, nonetheless.”

Thancred snatched Lillian’s hand before she could retrieve the bread and pulled her to standing, a yelp escaping around her full mouth. Her free hand yanked the mask roughly back down. Too hard. She tilted her head down to peer through one crooked eyehole, chewing faster, hoping to get a word in, and saw she was being led into the jubilant press, and the chew turned into a rattle. Turning to look at her – presumably over the chattering of teeth – Thancred returned a smile, bright and victorious, if a little smug, before pulling her toward him into an embrace, the crowd swallowing them both in a sea of bodies. One hand deftly slipped around her waist. The other kept her hand in his own. His white crop of hair tickled against the scars marring her throat. As the mouthful of food traveled down in a hard lump, she for a moment feared it would bump against Thancred’s head.

“This is not a strength of mine,” she panted. “Dancing, I mean.”

“As is strangely the case, I’ve found, with every woman of exceptional stature.” Thancred laughed, his fingers twiddling against her own, warm and riddled with knife-borne callouses. “But, since you are so in need, this once I will be the one to lead.”

She tried to laugh also. All was distracting: the people, the music, the danger of crushing Thancred’s foot, where to place her eyes; high so she avoided bumping heads with Roegadyn and Elezen, or low to avoid gifting any Lalafell a noseful of knee?

Some gyrated their hips, others flailed their arms while hopping on one leg, a few slipped around with fluid motions, bodies like ripples in tumultuous water. Stiff-armed and dipping low to kick out legs. Held up by partners to avoid the restrictions of being bound to the earth. From where would they begin when every style was unique?

“For a start, you should place that hanging arm about my shoulder.” Her arm lay flat at her side, limp like a dead snake. Under the mask her face flushed hot; not that he or anyone else would see, of course. And it’s probably for the best.

“And if I were in your position, about to be taught by an eminent instructor, it would be most pertinent if I were capable of, how I should I say this…observing?” His hand separated from hers and traveled up to the mask taking the chin between thumb and forefinger. “May I?” he asked. Once her neck tensed, he rotated the mask to the proper place with a quick tug. “Good, now I can meet both those golden eyes, much as I’d prefer the mask’s absence. What lies beneath must be a valuable indeed if needing to be kept constantly guarded away from us all.”

Lillian blinked dumbly. A brief sensation grazed the underside of her chin while his hand was outstretched; light; faint; an ember of a wizened, crumbling dream to arouse her heart. And lower, too. Thancred chuckled as she worried into the arm around her waist, but he allowed the gap between their bodies to live.

“Now, my homely, towering maiden, unless you wish to bash aside everyone present, try to imitate my movements as though I were your reflection in the looking glass.” He urged Lillian forward, his movements slow, methodical, and – most importantly – easy for her to follow, steering together through the press by manipulating her arm like a ship’s rudder.

One foot here, another there. Turn this way. Step toward me, now away, and now back. Spin. Canter forward with loud stomps, half-step, weight on the heel and pivot right – I’ll catch you.

Faster. With gusto, but keep your hand in mine. And now. We. Leap! Excellent, but watch the tail. My shin can only endure so much punishment. Turn, turn, turn as if caught in a waterspout – a twister, then, if your Gridanian imagination will permit. You picked that up quicker than I’d hoped.

Sweat rolled down her temples and beaded along her upper lip, gathered in the creases between nose and cheek and in the valleys of her scars. Exhaling was the enemy, Thancred’s praise’s only pushing the temperature further into the unbearable. Her face moistened with humidity only found in tropical storms, and she was growing acutely aware of the rising bog in her gloves that would escape down their arms if she raised her hand even slightly.

“You truly have not danced before?” he asked between directions.

“A little,” she breathed, swallowing air, “When I –” An ache in her cheek stopped her; the limit of words fast approaching. “Younger.” Single-word responses wouldn’t overtax the already-aching scars on her face.

“All that lost time. I tremble to think how long exactly given the hesitancy you’ve displayed against giving us proper answers. If not for Y’shtola tempering the Scions to more reclusive sorts, well, Minfilia might have seen to task me with wheedling the answers from you myself.” Lillian’s head whipped to face him. “Now don’t give me that look, I’ll have you know I would have been the kindest thought extractor you’d ever had the fortune to deal with.” He gave her hand a rough squeeze. “What say you to upping the complexity?”

“Joy,” she said.

That gave Thancred pause. His eyes ran her over until settling on the wobble in her legs. “Perhaps Y’shtola did have the right off it after all. My apologies for the haste. Hopefully you’ll forgive this bard his inclinations for merriment in the face of wonderous company.”

“Forgiven. Table.”

Thancred’s arm slid around her back to provide support, grunting as Lillian’s towering weight bent him low. Returning through the raucous press now seeming a single mass of heads and limbs she left up to him. Little will for the task did she possess still, but the Archon was a trained hand. Navigating the sea of bodies appeared second nature to him. It must have been no more difficult than swimming. Lillian would drown if she tried on her own.

 A curious sight greeted them both when they finally broke through the crowd. Beside Y’shtola buried in her book sat another: a Miqo’te toying with a necklace not unlike a collar about her neck, gem the color of night in place of the loop for a leash. One of the Mizzenmast’s serving girls – if the red doublet, fraying black rag containing a mane of golden hair, and skirt long enough to barely conceal a Lalafell’s legs were any evidence. Three full tankards sat on the table beside her. One foot tapped impatiently on the stones as if she were waiting for someone, anyone; any at all capable of pulling themselves away from a book. As she caught sight of the approaching pair, the girl sprung to her feet and swiftly bowed, her face alight with joy when she came back up.

Y’shtola pointed a finger at the new arrival. “Thancred, I believe this one waits for you.”

“Does she now?” Surprise registered on his face for only a moment before a sultry grin took hold. Lillian felt herself lifted higher as his back straightened. “I – I must say this is a pleasant surprise. Only earlier had I jested of a companion on each arm and now a second arrives, and bearing gifts I might add.”

“She possessed a name as well, I believe,” Y’shtola added, “but pray, forgive me. I was too distracted by half when first it was mentioned.”

“Pay no attention to our bookwyrm acquaintance here.” Thancred helped lower Lillian into her seat before turning back to the girl. “Only moldy tomes can hold her attention, but you will be delighted to know such failings are unpossessed be me – the one so cordially referred to as Thancred, thank you – particularly with one so pretty as yourself.” The serving girl giggled, one hand at her ample chest, voice bubbly and so sweet as to drive one’s teeth itching. She was, unfortunately, by opinion of anyone with eyes, quite pretty. Thancred stepped closer mirroring her gesture, his hand surreptitiously unfastening one button at his neck in the blink of an eye to expose a puffed chest. “And you would be called?”

“I am Lavinia, if it pleases you, but she is right in that I have waited for your return.” Her head dropped, angular ears flattening to her head, and she stepped even closer to Thancred before returning her eyes to his. “Will you share in dance with me as well?”

“I believe I still have some reserve of vitality to draw upon for such an occasion. That is,” he said aloud, “if none present have any objections.”

“You will hear none from the ‘cattish friend’.” Y’shtola replied.

Thancred rolled his eyes. “Never one to be outstripped in timely responses,” he muttered before returning his attention to the serving girl. “So long as your absence will go without grievance. Becoming the target of wrathful seamen promised refreshment would dampen this evening ever so.”

He held out an arm for Lavinia’s taking. Batting kohled lashes, she accepted the offered limb into her hands. Thin little things, thought Lillian. Easily bruised like Lominsan apples, lithe and gainly; they cut a snug fit inside Thancred’s own. Her tail, furred in cloud-like fluff, swished back and forth against his leg with each step.

Probably feels soft as cotton.

Nearing the edge of the sea of flesh Lavinia turned to Thancred, arched toes granting extra ilms to reach his ear, some indistinguishable promise written on her lips that summoned a triumphant flash to his face. He’d been pulled closer: his arm now rested in the nook where bosom flowed into underarm, held by a starving animal – his own appetite unsatiated.

Before long they were gone, tumescence having spirited bard and serving girl into the chill of night.

Lillian shook with a feeling she did not wish to name, the cold emptiness of her chest prickling against the grey of her robes, fur along her tail’s length rising to needlepoints. The trencher became the target of her cruelty. Some satisfaction was found tearing into the bread while imagining it as those fragile hands, their covering stretched paper thin over the skeleton, those hands that had never held belief of their own incongruity.

“Fallen for his charm, have you?”

Lillian halted her shredding to find Y’shtola brushing crumbs from the tome’s pages, a strained line where her mouth should have been. “Hardly the first, and far from last – he exudes allure with nary a thought given for restraint. You would do well not to let reach his ear our Warrior of Light has been made available quarry, lest his ego grow unbearable.”

Looking up to discover Lillian’s head ducked to her chest, she let slip a sigh, deciding instead to stretch across the table to push the fullest tankard within easy reach.

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

With the firstborn's ring I made you mine

Lying down at night you start to wonder how to hide your ownership of the ring of light, thankfully Solomon has an idea

Wc: 800

Cw: at one point a witch teases you two about being careful about not having a child so it could be read as AFAB reader but honestly Lucifer gave 'birth' to satan so mpreg wouldn't be the strangest thing

You are lying down on your bed looking at Solomon, ready to sleep " Solomon?" you play with the thick golden band absentmindedly " if the brothers notice the ring of light how do we hide that, huh?"

Solomon takes off his coat as he hums "well, obviously deny it"

" Of course smartass, but that would only work with the brothers and maybe diabolo, I doubt the very owner can't tell his ring apart from other similars"

"If Lucifer was to confront you about it…" he takes off his shirt and starts brushing his hair, showing multiple contract marks along his back and neck " push all the blame to me"

" What do you even mean by that?" You look up from the jewelry magazine in your lap. You were trying to find a ring close enough to say you bought it and made some customizations

" Tell them that I gave it to you as our wedding ring" the brush stops mid stroke just above his ear. You could swear he left a juvenile breathy laugh, like a preteen who just confessed to their crush

" Won't you be in an awkward situation then?"

" I'm always in hot water here" he laughs loudly as he walks to the bed and lies down next to you looking over your shoulder to the magazine you were reading, he remembers these styles being in fashion so long ago, he even remember that by the time he befriended Asmodeus he had gushed about them about 10 times. Chunky thick rings, some engraved with various animals, others plain and bejeweled "either way they need to trust you to make pacts with you, what they think of me doesn't really matter"

You just sigh, leaning backwards against his chest, your head resting against his shoulder, " can't you just cast transformative magic and make it look like a brand new ring?" You lift your left hand to emphasize how eye catching the ring is

He seems deep in thought but ends up laughing softly " I guess I could but I don't wanna!" His bright smile almost lighting up the room

" Ugh! Why are you so mean!"

" I don't do it to be mean~" he hugs you closer to his chest as he rubs his head against your neck like a cat marking its owner " if anything you could say I'm possessive~"

"Oh?" You pat his head, making him lean against the soft contact " and why is that?"

" Even if in this timeline the brothers don't have feelings for you… I guess saying that the ring displaying our 'marriage' being the firstborn's ring is like a big Fuck you toward them" his nimble fingers toy with said ring before kissing your hand " don't you think so~?"

" It truly sounded possessive"

"Because I'm possessive of my apprentice, obviously~" he exclaims as if he was offended you didn't know or doubted that. Without giving you one second to answer he playfully bites your shoulder

" Hick!" Your wings spread to push him off "Why are you biting me?! If anything the big bad demon should try and eat the human! At this time demons should still eat humans so beware great sorcerer, for you will be my dinner!" As you bear your teeth, slowly running your tongue through the far more angular shape

Suddenly it seems that Solomon remembered your fangs.

Quickly jumping away to the foot of the bed he starts sputtering excuses " H-Hey don't get too hung up on the joke! Remember I'm your human teacher, be nice!" You see a little droplet run down his nape but you doubt it is from his shower

Slowly like a predator you get closer and closer until you jump towards him, mouth wide open " Retribution!" And your face lands just in the junction between his neck and shoulder

It's not necessary to say the morning after it would come out to bite you in the ass. The red patch of skin being noticable from meters away

" Oh? Solomon what happened there?" A friendly witch ask when you two go for groceries

" It was a mosquito bite, you know how big they can get in the devildom" quickly you interrupt before he can answer

" But sweetie~" he brings his hand to cover his mouth like a bashful highschool student confessing to their crush " mosquitoes don't have such sharp teeth~" as he angles his head to the side, as if he was showing off the marks your teeth left

The witch can only laugh "Aahh~ young love, i remember being just like that with my Cornelius. Just make sure to use protection, I'm sure the academy would hate to have mini Solomons running around"

Leaving the shop you whisper yell at Solomon " what the fuck! Why did you do that?!"

His eyes darken as he smirks, almost mocking you " THIS is retribution, brat"

[yellowflowerbub]

bathtime (together)

♡ Feb. 10th ♡

♡ Day 1 of 5 ♡

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. you decide to prepare a surprise for Aki when he comes back from work on valentines day

wordcount. 1.3k+

pairing(s). aki hayakawa x reader

tag(s). fluff, teasing, bathing together, pet names (my love, dear), gender neutral, cheesy

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Water is pushed into the tub’s side, it dramatically thrashes against itself before leveling out into miniature waves as the stray droplets that were flung into the air mush together with the rest. Bubbles begin to float over top of the water as the sweetly scented solution is progressively poured. They greedily stack upon each other, building from the water level and up, consuming the surrounding until where the bubbles began and water ended seemed nebulous. They shimmer by the reflection of soft candle light and a tablet positioned on the tub’s wide rim.

A music streaming application is open, pop-ups of different playlists invade the screen before being absentmindedly closed as your shaky fingers feverishly scour your account for the ‘Bathtime with Aki’ playlist. It seems as though it was purposefully hidden, concealed by a multitude of advertisements and song suggestions you never paid more than a second thought to.

“Dear?” You hear. The distant call is muffled by the rushing, running water and a closed bathroom door. You scramble to turn the water off so as to not alert him. He’s on time of course, but per usual you failed to be ready.

Even more anxious, your eyes can barely keep up with how quickly the many playlists whizz past. “What was that? Was the water running?”  

You curse his good ears and continue to search, “Yes, I was just,” you pause, “...washing something off.”

“Alright.”

At taxing times like these you’re thankful of how much of his trust he confides in you. 

You gasp as you spot his name and click it, rapidly turning up the volume while it loads. Through a small speaker on top of the bathroom counter plays the melody of the first song, the funky bass filled with emotions you’ve only touched upon with Aki echo throughout every inch of the bathroom. The sound sneaks under the crack between the bathroom’s door and the cold tile to the silence of the rest of the apartment. The hum of the first few chords of what you believe to be a piano makes a smile creep up your lips. You’re sure he’s heard the song.

By the time the artist begins singing the lyrics to the first verse a soft knock is heard on the door’s wood, you can barely hear it over how loud the speaker plays. “Yes? Who’s there?”

“Who else would it be?” 

“I dunno? Maybe my boyfriend?” 

“Really? And here I am thinkin’ you’re single.”

You giggle, “Wanna come in?”

As the door knob twists and the bathroom door is opened by a crack, the incoming chorus you felt approaching hit. Every little note incorporated into the production from tic to tune fuse within each other to create a symphony your ears are happy to hear. You sing under your breath and let the bubbles in the bath come over your shoulders as you melt into the almost hot water, your arms float by your sides, your feet by one another, and your back pressed to the side of your bathtub.

“Come in, don’t be shy.”

He hesitantly slides into the bathroom, the full suit he wore feeling a bit uncomfortable now that he was surrounded by a warmer air and steam with the door shut behind him. 

“What’s all this?”

You smile, “Have you checked what day it is?”

His brows furrow, he actually has not. He pulls back his cuffed sleeve to reveal a chunky metal watch worn around his wrist. You’d got him that watch for his birthday the year prior as a surprise and he had put it on immediately after he tore it from its packaging. Since then, you’ve never seen him without it. 

“It’s Tuesday?” Still bewildered by the scenery, he thinks to himself for a quick moment before it comes to him.

“Valentine's Day?”

“Ding ding ding!” 

He swears to himself it’s from the scented candles but his face burns, “You’re so corny.”

“You love it.”

For a moment, he seems to remember how naked you were. He’s seen you naked more times than he could probably recall but it never failed to restart his heart as if it were his first moment he laid his pretty sapphire eyes on you. 

“If you get in I might let you touch instead of just stare.” 

“I’ll take you up on that offer.”

He wastes no time riding his suit coat from his torso, his nimble fingers spend no more than a second undoing each obsidian button. He shrugs the thing off his shoulders, half heartedly folding it to toss on the floor. His suspenders and pearl white button up are next, meeting the same fate as the overcoat. 

“You think I can even fit in there with you?”

You fan him, “I’m sure you can.”

 “I’m 6’2, my love.” He chuckles, you can see his bare shoulders jump when he laughs and catch a glimpse of the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes before he turns away from you to continue to strip.

“Why’re you turning around? I’ve seen everything you’ve got.”

“You whistle at me like a piece of meat when I take my pants off.”

Fair enough.

Aki, now fully naked, dips his foot into the water to test its temperature. Chills crawl up his calf from the stark difference and each hair stands on end. He shudders through his teeth as both of his legs slide on either side of your hips.

You’re faintly frightened of the bath overflowing, its edge rising as steadily as Aki let his body sink into the water. The bath looks to be on the brink of spilling over onto the tile by the time he's waist deep.

His body melts into yours just as well as the water, the damp skin over his chest molds with your back like wax on top of a burning candle seeping from its edge. He’s as warm as the water surrounding your bodies, his ribs press hard into you and his heart beats through it, it rests at the closest it can to you. The rhythm of his pumping heart beats stridently in not only his ears, but yours as well. 

“Your heart’s beating really quick. You ok?” You inquire.

He’s quick to answer, “Of course I am. I’m just.. amazed on how nice this is. You did a outstanding job with all of it.” 

“Thank you,” you stifle a laugh, “I didn’t get all of what I wanted in here. Like, I thought rose petals would fit the mood I’ve got going but I didn’t get the chance to place them. They're actually still in our room.”

“I love it either way.” His voice is low, whisper volume as his chin rests on your open shoulder, his nose dipped in the side of your neck. Always so thoughtful. For the most part.

You do laugh this time, “You’d say that no matter what I do.”

He felt his smile lift, “Think of this whole thing as a ballroom. You’ve prepared every piece but forgot some food courses, and some appetizers, and some chairs but there is still a dancefloor and a chandelier overhead everyone adores.”

“Your point here?”

“A hall wouldn’t be complete without its chandelier. And that’s what you are, my love. My gorgeous chandelier.” His lips come down to softly kiss your shoulder, “So no matter what you prepared for me, I will be completely overjoyed because you prepared it and you are here to do whatever it is with me.”

The song, you'd completely forgotten you turned on in the first place, comes to a slow conclusion. The symphony of instruments fade into the silence and splashes of water and the last thing heard before it completely makes it's exits is the lead singer's high note, blending with it all.

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a/n: i'm so proud of that last piece of dialogue that i’m ending the fic here  the song was "out of touch" if you were wondering

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Searching for Frogs | Zelda x GN!Reader

Word count: 1.5k~ Warnings: frog described affectionately as round, spherical and chunky (as well as stinky); technically unsafe handling of frogs (but this is a fictional world, so bear with)

AN: because I love my girl and I love frogs! it took a lot of effort for me to refrain from naming this frog Boggy.

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the grey heavens opened. at first there were a few heavy droplets, but they quickly lightened into a foggy drizzle. you pulled up your hood, trying to shelter the handwritten journal Zelda had handed to you. but as she pulled ahead, levering her hand to the sky with a glowing smile, you realised why the pages were so crumpled.

"finally! we're in luck, y/n!" she called over the breeze that had picked up slightly.

"we are?"

she nodded vigorously. "we're frog-hunting, remember? and this," she gestured to the arguably grim weather, "is exactly what we want!"

she skipped further ahead, towards the edge of a nearby pond. the surface was dappled with ripples, silvered from mirroring the clouds. you flicked through the journal, landing on a page marked with a woven stripe of leather twine. titled 'tireless frog,' Zelda's calligraphic handwriting swept across the paper. she had clearly detailed its habitat, appearance, diet, and more. her theories lined the edges in a thinner pen, mainly on the species' innate stamina-related properties.

the words sounded all too familiar—they resembled the ones she'd mused to you on the way up the ridge. she'd been so animated then, talking so much that she very nearly forgot to take a breath now and again. it didn't matter if you didn't understand some of the more scientific things she spoke about, you always listened intently.

her excitement was practically tangible now, and you couldn't help but smile as she peered carefully into some bushes. tucking the journal into your pocket, you joined her at the pondside. "they like the rain, huh?"

she hummed, straightening herself as well as her satchel. "there aren't any in the bushes..." her crown was decorated with droplets, loose locks of hair beginning to stick to her forehead. but as she turned to you, her grin couldn't be any bigger. "we're going to find one today, I'm sure of it!"

you tucked her hair behind her ear, before gently pulling the hood of her coat to cover her head. "I know we will."

she rolled her eyes at you playfully, but when you cupped her cheek, she leant into your touch.

"don't want you catching a cold," you said warmly, running the pad of your thumb across her skin. her skin was mottled with rain and pink from the cold, but still smooth to the touch.

it was if your hand was made to hold her. her fingers slipped between your own with ease as she gently eased your palm from her cheek. your hands fit together perfectly.

"I think it's going to take a little more than some rain to stop me." she insisted. "did I tell you about the time when I single-handedly held off a creature of pure malice for 100 years?"

you searched her eyes her carefully. it wasn't often she mentioned her direct involvement with the Calamity. but there seemed to be a smile on her lips, still. "I think I've heard the legend before, maybe," you chuckled.

"do you want to hear it again?"

it took you a moment, but there was no doubt about it: she was teasing.

your thoughts flashed back to the dark nights, the quiet ones, where Zelda had clutched onto your hand so tight she'd turned her knuckles white. the ones where she'd spiralled, spilling blame all over herself.

that Zelda morphed into the one that stood before you. the one with a resilient gaze, her head tipped higher than she'd dared before. she was joking. about it.

your heart swelled, squeezing her fingers. "no need, I understand. rain's got nothing on a hero."

her chuffed expression morphed into a flustered blush which she immediately tried to shield from you. letting go of your hand, she turned back to the pond. "the frogs are this way!"

in two steps she was shin-deep in murky water. with only mild hesitation, you were right behind her. icy cold drenched your feet in an instant, your leather boots well worn and offering little protection against the temperature. Zelda only seemed mindful in her step so not to slip, and remained completely unfazed by the cold.

keeping an eye on her as best you could, you aided her search. "so, how long are we going to hold onto one?"

she tutted, scouring the surface for any sign of movement. "only for a brief moment! now be careful, they're quite skittish..."

"how do we decide which one to take? is there a specific thing you're after...? ooh!" you pointed to a ripple of movement off to the left. "was that one?"

instantly Zelda was making her way across the pond. "we choose one that's easy to catch. one which is a solid specimen, of course."

you nodded knowingly. it was a lie of course. "oh yes, of course... and a good specimen looks like...?"

"a good specimen is... very..." Zelda thought for a moment. "round."

"round?" you echoed, spluttering into laughter. "oh that's brilliant! i love spherical animals! spherical frogs sound—you should've said that sooner!"

Zelda scoffed, about to argue that you should be interested in the frogs regardless of their chunkiness, until she spotted one. the princess' hands could very well have cracked like a whip by how fast they darted into the water. before you could be startled, in her palms was a wiggling frog. and yes, he was positively rotund. "aha!"

you were speechless, simply watching with wide eyes as she began to lead the way out of the pond.

"I know, sir, this is rather sudden. I do apologise for this impromptu excursion! I assure you that you will be back in your pond in no time."

it took you a moment to realise she was talking to the frog.

boots meeting unsubmerged grass once more, you grimaced at the cold sensation seeping into your feet. but before you could think about it any longer, Zelda called for you. "y/n, do you mind getting the pen out of my satchel? my hands are occupied with this little one."

you sprung into action, rummaging through the bag. glancing up, you had meant to catch Zelda's eye to compliment her on her accomplishment. however, you met the frog's eyes instead. they were a bright amber, and ever so slightly turned outwards away from one another. you giggled. it was quite endearing. "he's no longer wriggling!"

Zelda admired the creature's webbed feet with soft delight. "no, he's being very well behaved."

the frog blinked slowly, letting out a single long croak. his throat engorged, giving him the appearance of a balloon. pulling the small wooden cage out of her bag, you pouted. "he's adorable. he needs a name."

"absolutely not!"

"why not?!"

"I should've known you'd get attached." she shook her head, brushing her shoulder into yours. she quickly plopped the frog inside the holding pen and latched the little gate closed. the creature sat still for a moment, before beginning to have a little waddle around. "we're not keeping him."

you pouted even more, gesturing to the frog who appeared to be quite content. "but—!"

"no buts!" Zelda pressed a playful kiss to the tip of your nose. it worked like clockwork, your cheeks heating up as you sighed a bittersweet 'fine.'

her lips did crumple though, feeling a little bad for your poor heart. she glanced at the frog, who croaked pleasantly as if on cue. he was very cute. very relaxed. very round.

"come on, y/n, I need your help recording my findings. I can't feed him while writing things down."

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later that day, you'd left your boots and cloaks to dry by the fireplace. and now, on the table not too far from the warmth, was a glass terrarium filled partially with water. Zelda was focused, adding some moss and a small fern.

you meanwhile gazed at your frog, sitting patiently in the wooden cage. "what crimes did you commit, Mr Pickle?" you mused.

Zelda sighed, not looking away from the glass. "none! he's going to get a lovely new home that's going to mimic his natural habitat perfectly! he's going to be well fed and become even more rotund as all frogs should be."

"I know, I know, I'm only joking," you chuckled, cocking your head at Pickle. "all that food and space, all to yourself." you tutted. "what did you do, stinky man? to deserve solitary confinement?"

"don't call him that!" Zelda whined. "he's not stinky! he just has a protective layer of mucus that makes him smell very earthy! it's not his fault!"

you would've responded, doubling down on your affectionate teasing of your new friend. but you were too busy mulling a new thought over in your head.

"Zelda..."

"what?"

"he's going to be all on his own."

for a moment, only the crackling in the hearth could be heard.

"y/n, we are not getting another frog—!"

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[cyberneticlagomorph]

There's a knock on the door, soft an timid, a sound Zeb almost misses from his haven hunched in the corner of his bedroom.

Surrounded by garbage and half eaten food, he stiffens, fingers bitten and bleeding.

The walls are smeared in blood.

Deeply arcane symbols scrawled across bare white walls creating a morbid lattice of protection and warding.

The Knights told Zeb that blood magic was a dark and dangerous thing only to be used in times of great emergency.

The Knights can happily go to Hell as far as Zeb is concerned.

The knock comes again and Zeb flinches, darting under his bed to hide amongst his stash of holy water. The half empty plastic bottles crinkle and crunch as he writhes against them, shoving his little body as far away from the door as he can get.

The door opens slowly, the cherry yellow snout of an umbrella poking through the widening gap followed by chunky rain boots and someone dressed in a slicker. The long ears of his captor twitch beneath the tightly drawn hood.

Zeb scuttles forward on his belly like vermin, with a bottle in his teeth.

Before he can even crack the lid, the umbrella is opened and held out like a shield.

Zeb doesn't move, still on his belly, eyes full of hate, teeth clenched so tight they're threatening to rupture the plastic.

Two black and gray eyes peek over the rim of the umbrella and stare down at Zeb with the same expression one might give a feral dog that came too close. When the eyes soften, shame and disgust weigh heavily in Zeb's guts.

How dare this monster pity him?

How dare it tear him away from the only home he'd ever known only to keep him locked up in this horrible place like an animal, feeding him nothing but garbage and obvious poison. The bottle of holy water creaked and crunched in the boy's teeth as he bristled, hands gripping the filthy carpet until the fibers came loose.

The monster stayed very still.

Zeb scampered out of his hiding place and lunged, biting down on purpose so the plastic split and sent water shooting everywhere as he tackled the fairy to the ground.

Where the water hit wall or floor, the material blackened and shriveled, crumbling away into dust and nothing.

Where water hit flesh, it sizzled like quenching metal; skin bubbling and steam rolling off the wounds it made. The umbrella buckled beneath the weight of the boy, but the fairy did not. All at once all the air was driven from Zeb's body as he collided with a full 750 pounds of metal and magic at full force.

He immediately bounced right off, fell, and smacked his head on the floor.

He lay there wincing for several moments, cradling his skull.

The fairy made no move to help him and instead looked very amused.

Anger flared in Zeb's chest and he snatched another bottle from his arsenal, ripping off the cap and throwing it like a grenade. It hit the umbrella with a splash, the vast majority of the liquid landing harmlessly on the fairy's rain gear or their surroundings.

"Are you done?" Said the monster fairy thing from behind its very broken umbrella.

Zeb threw another bottle in way of a reply.

"...is that all you know how to do?" it said, shaking droplets off of itself and the umbrella, flinching when a few stray drops landed on skin.

"...what?" Zeb's voice sounded dry and alien, his throat fucked from constant crying and near dehydration (self imposed mind you, it was very important not to drink any of his possible weapon ingredients)

"Is that all you know how to do," The fairy gestured at the bottles on the floor. "Make splash potions."

"...splash potions?" He repeated, eyebrows furrowed.

"Potions meant to be thrown or splashed on something."

"...they're not potions, they're holy water." Zeb sat up slowly, face still scrunched in confusion. "Knights don't make potions."

"You're not a Knight anymore, and holy water is totally a potion, not sure who told you it wasn't." The fairy monster thing tilted its head ever so slightly.

Zeb flinched as if struck.

Right... he wasn't a Knight anymore.

The Knights just... gave him away to this creature without a fight and he hated them for it, so why did it hurt to remember that he wasn't one of them anymore?

The creature looked at him with those soft stupid eyes full of pity and something else he couldn't name but knew he hated. The boy drew his knees against his chest and fixed the monster with a glare.

"I can do lots of stuff!" He said, voice creaking and crackling like plastic bottled between his teeth. "I know how to do miracles, and fight with a sword, and tame falcons, and take care of horses and armor, and everything!"

Zeb expected the fairy thing to sink to its knees, to meet him 'on his level' like grownups always do to people who are smaller than them, but it didn't.

It just tilted its head the other way and looked at him with those same soft eyes it had given him the day it took him from the Tower.

"Then show me."

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misstantabismuses:

"Your sister is gone. You know that as well as I do." She had been able to remove most of the debris from Warwick's body, thus allowing the wolf to get on his feet easier, when the large beast spoke again. Jinx stopped digging, holding a chunk of debris in her arms, and listened as the gargled voice revealed a probable place to hide A tavern at the edges of the swamp level. Not The Last Drop as the Lanes were located in the entresol level and for lack of a better word almost the heart of the Undercity. "I think I know where that place is you are talking about. Come on, Wolf. Let's go."

Thunder and rain. You could count the number of natural phenomena the undercity got to experience on one hand. Sometimes on just three fingers, depending on how deep you go. But that did not preclude Zaunites from the joys of experiencing the byproducts of abysmal weather topside. And as the wind from above howled its way down through the spires, alleys, pnuema-tubes, pipes and vent stacks, water begins to pour in from the runoff drains spread all throughout. In time, it would become a deluge that flooded the Sumps. In time, the staccato of an angry god would force factories to shutdown lest they risk incurring the volatile anger of chemtech. In time, everything would become a hazy mist amid the drizzling rain. Just another day in Zaun.

To describe the trek down through Zaun, toward the golden disc, with any pleasant word would be a lie. Droplets of water plummeted all around the unlikely pair in a steady crescendo. It worsened the visibility of an already abysmal day of Gray. Making the already stagnant, penny-laden air muggy and humid. But the ambient ether was chilly compared to the gouts of steam pouring from the beast's shoulders. While dragging him through the thoroughfares, alleys and abandoned courtyards, the machinery threaded throughout his body vented excess heat into the air. It billowed out from eso-philtre vents. protruding from his shoulders. Bulky, glaring augments that huff and puff with each belabored breath--not dissimilar from the augmetics seen on overwrought chempunks. Although the steam was far more tolerable than the pulped viscera trailing behind them. Especially when squirming intestines, desperate to coil back up into the reforming torso of the beast, caught on something. But blue pushed on, Jinx carried a weight Powder may well have crumpled under--one far greater than even a chempunk could. After a time, the meager livings of lower Entresol gave way to the pauper's half-life in the Sumps. You could tell when you were getting close to the heart of old Zaun when the air curdled. Becoming thick and chunky, something you had to chew to make breathable. Where the Gray was thickest, pooling along the toxic runoff like a fogbank and hiding all manner of awfulness. Or when the streets became crowded, worn down or poorly constructed. Down here was where the truth of Zaun came out in force. Everything was for sale, and everything was stolen--heavy and unsightly augments kept adults from dying while snipes lurked in the shadows of alleys. This was where you went to when the city decided to spit you out. Were it not for Jinx's own reputation and the monster she lugged with her, the paupers and chempunks and runny-nosed snipes might well have pegged her for a mark. But Zaunites always knew their own when they saw them. And tucked away in one of the many rundown ghettos people, for some reason, kept clinging onto was a hint of gold.

Warwick's ear flicked at the sound of glass crunched underfoot and brick kicked aside--some amount of life was coming back to the wolf. Hidden away in a forgotten corner of the neighborhood was a building large enough to be consider a tavern. Perhaps an inn, once? Someplace for sump-scrapers and thugs to hang up their boots for a spell, find a bite to eat and partake of the rotten swill Zaun called alcohol. Except it was a pale imitation of The Last Drop, likely even before it had been turned inside out. A sign with half its letters worn off hung over the ruin of the front door, what few bolts keeping it in place threatening to give way. They read, T-e Su- D--c on the backdrop of what once was a glorious sun. And the contents of the building people had not seen fit to pilfer laid sprawled out afore it like a moth-tattered, mildewed pool of vomit. Inside faired little better. It resembled the platonic ideal of a common room for a tavern or an inn. Full of ruined furniture, a cracked bartender's area in the middle and shattered glass from broken windows above. Letting the rain and the wind in, dripping onto the stone floor. Producing a whistling sound from how it curled along the second floor railing. Something someone had hoped to one day make into what they envisioned an open place full of smiling faces would look like. The only thing left of a time when the fireplaces at either corner of the first floor were lit was a broken sun decoration dangling from cables overhead.

The man smelled the air, sniffing weakly. Where was the bacon and grease? Or the slightly stale beer poured from a recycled cask? It all felt empty, cold. Alone. He was home.

[ace-of-gay]

Even punk little ones need their daddy.

Daddy! Loki x little! (Gn)Reader

(They/them) used as collective for all instead of single gender defining pronouns

Warnings: age regression, names like daddy, little one, baby. Mention of pull-ups once. This was falsely labeled as ddl(gn) at one point

Edited to the best of my ability.

Word count: 1,213 words

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People in general are terrified of you, not because of who you're with or what you've done in your life, none of that matters to onlookers and pedestrians, between the deadset scowl you wear on your face to the chains draped from your body at many open points even to the heavy, chunky, spike studded boots that thud when you walk, you are absolutely terrifying.

Whoever said that being different was a bad thing had a mental image of your style in mind, so much so that even with your resting scowl replaced with a light hearted genuine smile, people still cower off to the side out of your way, either refuse to make eye contact like you yourself would burn them alive just by having your presence acknowledged or they stare.

No one has considered messing with you in any way but that might just be the sheathed dagger you wear on your hip.

Amongst all of this your boyfriend only ever looks at you with admiration, like you’re the rarest specimen he’s ever laid eyes on, he grins every time you do anything and every time you talk you always have to snap him out of his trance because the poor man just cant believe he’s got you at his side.

Todays one of those days where you woke up big and early, giving you time to put one of your intricate ensembles together and go for a morning walk with Loki to go get coffee and run around in the park with your dear puppy Shiloh.

The part of being big definitely wasn't a factor by the time Loki walked in seeing you sipping at a glass of juice with a bendy straw.

The sheer difference between who you are as a person, and how you present yourself is astounding but Loki loves it.

He silently walks over to you placing a gentle kiss to your cheek making you giggle out happily, he pats you on the shoulder and chuckles "good morning my little firecracker" and he’s off down the hall getting Shiloh on her leash.

You follow suit not too long after and than you’re on your walk, the thud of your boots and the jangle of all your chains as you walk with Loki hand in hand canceling out the occasional pitter of Shiloh’s nails against the concrete and small droplets of water falling from signs and doorways from last nights storm, him letting you run forward a little when you find a good puddle to jump in, making a whole cluster of sound when your feet hit the ground and chains hit your sides and each other.

Eventually you make it to the coffee shop and let Loki order for the both of you since when little you didn't talk much, you more or less just babbled that sweet little heart out.

You walked around with the puppy and looked at all the pretty flowers, you puck one and make your way back to Loki whose holding two drinks with a big grin upon his face.

You hold the flower out for him and take your drink from him "fank you daddy" and you take a big sip of what you’ve determined is hot chocolate.

He takes the flower and tucks it behind your ear and kissing your cheek, "its my pleasure little love" he takes your hand and you both carefully cross the street to the park with Shiloh pulling you.

"Here let daddy take your drink and you go play with the doggy, hm?" He says in a loving voice and takes your drink.

You drop the leash and let Shiloh run and you chase after her, and than the other way around, and occasionally running back to where Loki has perched himself at a table watching you, you take a big gulp of your drink, Loki pulling it away from your mouth "breath firecracker, chugging your coco wont make you feel better" he summons a bottle of water with his magic, opening it and handing it to you, that feels much better.

"Fank youuus" you slightly shout running back to Shiloh whose licking the dew off the grass and you both continue your playing, making the periodic stops to hug Loki and sip at your cocoa or water. After another 30 minutes of your fun you start to get worn out and Loki can tell, he calls you back.

Both you and Shiloh in a silent agreement to race each other, she’s definitely has the advantage of four feet instead of two.

Your boots making a melodic thump in the grass with your chains like a tambourine to the drum in your step when you hit a big muddy puddle in the grass and dirt, your feet sink in too quickly and you fall down ripping up the fabric of your pants and scraping up your knees on stray stones other people had thrown into the puddle, a loud pained chirp of a shriek rips from you chest, yea it hurt a bit but it was more of the shock that got you.

Loki saw it happen, being the worried daddy he was he disregarded the drinks temporarily and made his way to your side, you reach for him and picks you up taking you back to the table. Shiloh following not too far behind.

Your whimpers heard over the sound of cars, he set you atop the table and stepped back to assess the damage to your dirty knees.

"Are you okay to walk, or does daddy have to give you a piggy back ride?"

He riddles your cheeks with kisses to lighten your mood than ending the loving attack with a peck on the lips, "i walk, i big n'nough to walk" he nods and he helps you back up.

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Once you three are back home you unleash Shiloh and your daddy takes you to go get all cleaned up. he runs you a bubble bath, helping you wash up all the way and making you giggle.

After your bath he picks you up out of the tub and wraps the softest towel, and he sits you down on the edge of the bed. He walks away for a moment but returns with the first aid kit, to fix up you knees, there not terrible but still puffy from the irritation to you open skin.

He uses disinfectant and than puts a Band-Aid on each spot placing a kiss atop each one.

"All better little one" he accentuates with open hands. He gets you all cozied up in a pull-up and sweats followed by a big comfy shirt and one of his hoodies.

Still early in the day but almost late enough for your nap he cuddles up with you under the blankets, he calls for Shiloh and she joins the cuddle puddle. He turns on the television to your favorite show and gives you your paci and you nuzzle closer in his arms looking up at him with the most adorable eyes, "i 'uv's you dada" you manage from behind your paci.

You close your eyes and he knows your out when he feels your breathing find a calm pattern. "I love you too baby, daddy loves you so much".

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I hope you enjoyed this one, i had alot of fun writing it, my requests are open. <3 much love.

[tawnyafterhours]

Lost and Found | Familiar!Asahi Azumane x Witch Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, my own take on familiars and witches so don’t come for me, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, pining, oral (fem receiving), squirting, overstimulation, horn play-ish (?)

Summary: Asahi finally finds where he belongs.

Word count: 6115ish

Asahi couldn’t remember exactly how he came into existence. Maybe he suffered from memory loss or maybe he really did just suddenly appear. It was years ago when he did, years beyond the lifespan of a human; the creatures that he found himself to be surrounded by.

His ‘birth’ wasn’t something he liked to reminisce about. If he was honest, the sounds of shrill screams as he lay in the middle of a muddy village were something that still haunted his dreams even now. He hadn’t been lucky enough to appear in his animal form, instead he’d been a large, hunched over figure with curled horns and glowing eyes. Something to send the humans into a panic and chase him out of the village with pitchforks and fire.

Being able to transform into an animal, a large dog, came to him as an instinct. It had taken him a while to grasp being able to stay in the body but he did, using his dog form to follow a strange pull in his chest. The pull led him to food, safety and, in rare cases, information.

It wasn’t a life. Asahi was aware that he was purely surviving at that point. Surviving for what, though? He hoped that he didn’t have to wait too long to find out, the emptiness was clinging and eating away at his soul.

-

Enter you, a cute little witch of the modern era.

Your apartment was your own little getaway from the grey of the modern world, decorated with a large collection of crystals, books and plants that consumed a chunky amount of your income.

You’d been trying for the past week or so to summon a familiar and after numerous failed attempts, you’d ditched the idea all together. “I’ll just adopt a cat or something.” You’d shrugged. It had been a fleeting decision and one you’d gotten distracted from, thankfully. If you hadn’t remembered to go to the shelter the day of the worst storm you’d seen in a while, you don’t know if you would’ve met Asahi.

It had started out as a light drizzle and rain wasn’t something that bothered you too much so you’d shrugged it off. You would’ve stayed inside if you’d have known how bad the weather would get.

Your body was huddled underneath your umbrella as you tried to read the map on your phone, the water droplets on the screen interfering with your scrolling. It wasn’t until you heard the panicked honking of a car and a loud, deep dog bark that you looked up.

The wind was knocked from your chest as you were shoved to the wet concrete. Sharp pain embedding itself into your knees and hands but, as you shifted your head to look up, you realised you’d just been saved from getting mowed down by a speeding car.

Your umbrella had blown away when you sat up, looking to see who had pushed you with a plan to kiss their feet and thank them for saving your life.

It was a shock to find a huge, soaked dog staring back at you instead of a person. You couldn’t shake off how human it’s eyes seemed. They weren’t human in the way you’d seen in funny photos on the internet, but rather they held an intelligence to them that didn’t belong to a dog.

You tilted your head at him, frowning when his ears lowered, “thank you for saving me… uh- dog?” You lifted yourself from the ground, cringing at the sogginess of your clothes.

The canine whined and you held out your hand to him. He hesitated before stepping close enough for you to pat his head and scratch around his neck. his fur was short enough for you to see that he didn't have a collar on him and you sighed.

“I can't leave you out in this rain…” you mumbled, noticing how he watched you from the corner of his eye, “I have the strangest feeling that you understand me… so, follow me home, yeah? We’ll get you dried up and warm.” You let your hands drop to your sides as you begin your short journey home, the trip to the animal shelter now tucked into the back of your thoughts.

The dog didn’t walk beside you like you’d expected, he stalked behind and turned his head away each time you turned to check on him. His body language only further added to your suspicions that he was more than a dog, and you were going to find out exactly what.

-

“Okay.” You huffed, tugging off your soaked shoes and coat, tilting your head at the animal who was trying his hardest to stay on the doormat.

Asahi didn’t want to soak your floors. He’d thrown his caution into the wind when he followed you home, almost in a trance as he followed the pull that seemed to lead him everywhere he needed to be. It’d gotten so much stronger during the week and when he saw you in the bright headlights of the oncoming car, well, he would’ve been heartless to have not tried to save you. He didn’t even take into account that he was also risking his own life.

“You can walk about… it’s okay.” You tried to convince him but he only shrunk in on himself further, not that it did much, he was a big dog.

You pulled at your soggy t-shirt, the wet material slapping disgustingly back against your skin when you let go. “I need to shower.” You didn’t want to catch a cold. “Do dogs get colds?” You mumbled to yourself. A brief scan of his wet and slightly grubby fur had you deciding that he needed one too.

“Follow me?” You asked, walking towards your bathroom. When you didn’t hear the clicking of his claws against your floors, you turned back. “I don’t want you getting sick so don’t worry about the floor.” You frowned when he lifted a paw in hesitation before sitting down on your mat. “Dog… you can either walk to the bathroom by yourself or I will… drag you?”

Okay, granted you highly doubted you’d be able to even move him but your bluff was enough to make him whine and slowly leave his spot.

Asahi couldn’t decide whether or not he liked the position he was in; you were running the showerhead over his disguised body, and although the water was warm and the feeling of your fingers scrubbing into his fur was heavenly, to say the least, he couldn’t help the drowning feeling of embarrassment.

Embarrassment that simmered down when you cooed out the words “good boy” once he was finally clean and rinsed.

It was a short-lived enjoyment because a series of uncontrollable sneezes wracked through him and suddenly he wasn’t a big dog sitting in the tub of a witch who was scratching around his ears, but a huge naked man with twisting horns, long hair that hung soaked around his face and a patch of hair that decorated his chin, awkwardly perching in a bath that was too small for him.

Despite being shocked and slightly terrified, you couldn’t find it in yourself to remove your hands from his face. The pair of you simply staring wide eyed at each other.

Your lips parted and Asahi assumed you were about to scream so he rushed to cover your mouth, his jittery movements had him slipping and yanking down your shower curtain.

“I-I’m so sorry! I won’t hurt you, just- just please don’t scream!” His voice came out strangled as he tried to wrestle himself free of the curtain whilst you’d fallen back onto your haunches and were still gaping up at him.

He was completely clueless as to what he should do so he stayed in the bathtub, head down and shower curtain held over his crotch.

“I knew it.” You whispered, eyes meeting him when he glanced at you.

“I’m sorry?”

“I knew you were too… much to be just a dog.” You paused and took in his awkward position, “Are you okay?” You went to offer him a hand in an effort to try and help him out of the tub but stopped when he inched away.

“You’re… asking me if I’m okay?” His eyebrows pinched in confusion. “Do you not see all of this?” He motioned to the horns sprouting from his forehead and slightly luminous eyes.

You looked up at the projections that twisted out just above his temples. “They’re pretty.” You simply stated. And they were, a pretty mix of black and a sunset kind of orange twisting around the length of them.

He fidgeted with the curtain in his lap, a light blush adorning his cheekbones. The compliment you had given him must’ve been the nicest thing anyone has ever said but he was torn, thinking that maybe you were a little nuts to be so calm over the current situation.

“So… what are you?” You jiffled in your spot, grimacing at the wet and cold stick your clothes left behind.

“Um, uh- a demon, I guess?” His eyes widened, “a familiar! I won’t hurt you or-or anything!” He panicked. Asahi had been a witness to humans and their overreactions to the suspected supernatural, he didn’t want to be on the receiving end. Although he doubted that you were capable of anything like that, you’d been nice enough not to scream and run for help at the mere sight of him.

You grinned, “Oh, this is great. I’ve been trying to summon one for ages… Well, like a week.”

“A week?” He rasped. Well, that would explain the strong lure he’d felt tugging him towards you. “Wait, summon? D-do you know how much danger you, uh- you could bring to yourself if something went wrong?” He worried, teeth working into his bottom lip. She’s lucky I’m the one that turned up, he thought to himself.

“My family is a long line of witches, I stuck to our books.” You stood up as you informed him, “do you want to maybe get out of there? That doesn’t look comfortable.” You asked him and sorted through your pile of towels to pick out the largest one.

Asahi was standing in the tub and towering over you when you faced him again with the shower curtain clutched to his front and head angled so his horns wouldn’t scratch your ceiling.

At your sniffling he stepped out and timidly took the towel from you. “I’m sorry, you should probably shower. I don’t want you to get sick…” He mumbled, wrapping the towel around his waist after you looked away to give him some privacy. He appreciated that.

You nodded, “I will. You won’t leave, right?” Your hopeful expression had Asahi hesitating over an answer. “I have questions and there’s still a storm outside so you’re more than welcome to stay.”

“I… okay.” The least he could do was answer some questions to repay the kindness you’ve shown him.

“Thank you. You can’t exactly sit around in a towel but I don't really have anything that’ll fit you.” You did a once over of his large frame, eyes lingering on his squishy looking pectorals and the slight outward jut of his cock from beneath the towel, oblivious to the way he was watching you scan him. “There's some sheets and blankets in the closet out there, help yourself to anything.”

Asahi dismissed himself with rapid nodding, shutting the door to the bathroom a little too harshly and his little “s-sorry!” making you huff out a laugh through your nose.

-

You entered the living room after finishing your shower, excitement on your face when you saw Asahi perched on your couch, dressed in a pair of trousers and a jumper that reminded you strangely of one of your blankets with the towel folded neatly on his lap.

The rain pelted harshly against the windows of your living area, dim lighting only enhancing the brightness of Asahi’s iris.

He noticed you eyeing his clothes and let his head drop, “I- uh, enchanted one of your blankets, I can change it back it’s just that this felt more comfortable than wrapping-”

“It’s okay.” You smiled at him and sat down on the other end of your sofa, pulling your knees to your chest, “You must be really talented to manage a spell like that. I didn’t know familiars could do that sort of thing.”

Asahi fumbled in his spot and shuffled further back in his seat, body turned slightly towards you as you spoke.

“I realise I never got your name…” You watched him nervously pick at the towel still on his lap.

“I don’t have one… familiars need to be named by their witch.” He mumbled, gaze downcast to his legs.

You frowned, that fact had never shown up in any of your books.

“So, what do I call you?” Referring to him as ‘Dog’ wasn’t something you felt comfortable in doing, now that you knew what he really was.

“I-I don’t know, you can’t give me a proper name... without tying me to you.” He stated, voice quiet.

“How old are you? You haven’t had a name all this time?” You tilted your head. How lonely must he be to not even have a name, you thought.

“I’m not sure.” His replies held no solid answer and it would irritate you if it wasn’t for the fact that you were positive of his honesty. He was timid and jumpy but nothing about him screamed evil or liar. Not even the horns that sprouted from his head.

“If I name you… will you become my familiar?” Your head rested against your forearms that sat atop your knees.

“Um… if I agree to it.” Asahi rubbed at his arm.

“Oh, yeah. Duh. It’s a contract.” You paused, “I wouldn’t force you to, by the way.”

He nodded, not wanting to admit that he’d accept with little to no hesitation. There were too many reasons for why he wanted to stay with you.

“If I suggested the name Asahi?” Your lips twitched when his head perked up, interrupting his thoughts.

“You want to, uh- keep me?” His nose scrunched at the wording but the fluttering in his gut and sudden warmth in his chest overpowered his need to cringe further.

“Well, yeah? I want a familiar and you make a cute dog… a big dog but still cute.” You remember briefly checking google on your phone whilst getting dressed and found him to resemble a great dane and german shepherd cross breed, “you’re good looking like that too, even.” You gestured towards his true form. “God, just- do you want to stay?” The ending words were muffled as you hid your face in your arms to hide the warming of your cheeks.

Your slight meltdown was nothing compared to his. Asahi had gone completely still with bright red cheeks, mouth opening and closing before rapidly nodding.

He realised you couldn’t see him and stuttered out, “y-yes!”

The fast pacing of it all would’ve been an abnormality for regular humans but there was magic between familiars and witches that needed the abrupt linking. From your previous research, you discovered that bonding with a familiar was a hit or miss kind of deal; you either felt drawn to them or you didn’t and if you didn’t, then a contract couldn’t be formed at all. Something to do with the compatibility of souls or whatever.

You peered up at him, “Is the name okay then? You look like an Asahi.” You squinted. “Or a Jacob.” You laughed when he blanched at the second suggestion.

“No, I-I like Asahi.” He mumbled.

“Yeah?” You smiled, unfolding an arm and offering up a hand as you introduced yourself to him for the first time.

He watched your hand for a little longer than a moment before enveloping it in his own huge, warm one. “My name is Asahi.”

His tongue warmed at the taste of his name. His name.

You could clearly see the happiness on Asahi’s face when he accepted the name you’d given him, as well as the agreement to him becoming yours. A smile so soft and warm it made your heart clench at the fact that something so simple could bring him so much joy.

He would pinpoint that exact moment to be when he finally felt like he belonged.

-

As time went on, Asahi no longer felt like he was surviving purely for the sake of it. The emptiness he’d had to deal with for centuries was now a distant memory and he owed it all to you.

He had a home. Your apartment wasn’t quite big enough for a second bed so he opted for sleeping as a dog, either on the sofa or in yours. With you. Had he had been in his demon body, he would’ve refused. But there was something about being able to somewhat hide his reactions as a canine that made it easy for him to slump onto the other side of the mattress. He loved waking up to his head resting on your stomach and gentle pets behind his ears.

The affectionate touches didn’t carry too strongly into his natural form though, Asahi often getting too flustered and shifting back and you getting too distracted by your attraction towards him. An attraction that felt too taboo to even look into. You could only imagine how the supernatural community would frown at your thoughts about Asahi.

You were so sweet to him too, not sure if your crush was playing into how you treated him or the loyalty you felt towards him because of the bond. After he informed you that familiars only ever really ate to keep their strength up in their magical capabilities, you still insisted that he ate every meal with you. You even cleared out some closet space for fabrics that he liked so he wouldn’t have to keep enchanting your blankets to not be in the nude.

It was inevitable, really, that he fell hopelessly in love with you in a matter of months. All of your sweetness piled on top of making him feel useful when you let him help you out with spells and potions; he didn’t know it was something that he needed and constantly pushed himself past his limits to make sure that he wouldn’t disappoint you.

Not that he could.

He blames his need to please you on why the potion went wrong.

It was supposed to be a simple concoction to boost a client’s confidence before their job interview, that was the information you’d both been given anyways.

“What’s next ‘Sahi?” You asked, ripping a bundle of herbs apart to sprinkle into the pot on your stove. You didn’t have a fireplace or a cauldron and the stove got the job done so you weren’t too bothered about how you did your work.

“Um… four? Tufts of dog hair…” He squinted at the book he held in his hands as he leant against the countertop, occasionally peering into the pot that you had heated.

When you reached around him to grab the jar of hair that you’d accumulated from brushing his canine-self, the proximity of your body had him forgetting to ask you if the smudge he’d deciphered as a four was correct, and not a smudged one.

It’d become a problem for him recently; getting distracted by you. The touches you constantly offered him made it difficult for him to not reciprocate, but he knew he’d just get carried away if he did. He’d stomp his needs and feelings down for the chance to stay by your side because what you two had going on was better than the possible what if’s.

“That’s five confidence potions finished.” You smiled up at him whilst stuffing the final cork into the colourful glass bottles you used, turning away when you noticed his flustered stare.

“You still have some left over.” Asahi quietly commented, swishing the small amount of liquid around in the now cooled pot.

“It’s not enough for me to sell, I’ll just wash it down the sink.” You shrugged.

“I-uh… it’d be a shame to waste it?” He had no clue what he was aiming for but he was curious to see what a potion working on him would feel like, “can I try it?”

You studied him for a second, worried that he might be bullying himself over his timid nature. You noticed early on that he doubted himself a lot but you definitely didn’t pressure him into being something he’s not. You loved him for him.

“I’m not sure if it’ll work on you, Asahi.” You tilted your head in thought, “have you ever drank a potion?”

He pursed his lips and shook his head.

You huffed a breath, “I mean, you can try it if you want but there isn’t much there..” You watched him dip a finger into the murky liquid and dab it on his tongue, immediately scrunching his face at the taste. A giggle bubbled past your lips and you pat his arm, moving to take the pot from him.

“It’s… disgusting.” He rasped, “but I want to try it.” He let his fingers graze over your knuckles until you let go with a hazy nod.

It was such a small action but it was the most he’d given to you without panicking and transforming to escape his overwhelming emotions.

You watched his throat bob as he swallowed the remaining potion, pot tilted high to his mouth. His head flinched when his horns knocked into the kitchen cabinets behind him and he swung his head round to check for a dent before looking at you with sheepish eyes.

“‘Sahi, c’mere?” You asked, grinning at the small blotch at the corner of his mouth whilst gesturing for him to bend down a little.

His hesitation was surprisingly short before he crouched down enough for you both to be at equal heights and face to face. Eyelids lowering when he feels you swipe a thumb at his lips.

“There.” You whispered, palm lingering on his jaw. You don’t think you’d gotten this close to him since the day you’d both met, and, replaying the memory in your mind, you bring your other hand up to cup his face.

He let you study him and feel around his face with bated breath and fuzzy vision at your affectionate touches, until he grunted and forced himself to stand when you barely brushed against the base of his horns.

“I’m sorry!”

It was yelped out of you both and your brows furrowed at him in confusion, “Asahi, you don’t have anything to be sorry for. I’m just… yeah, I’m sorry I touched them.”

He had his back turned to you to hide his red cheeks, his hands braced on the counter to try and calm himself down. He hadn’t shared with you the minor (major) fact that his horns were extremely sensitive and touching them was a surefire way to make his cock stiffen.

“I- it’s okay, I overreacted.” He mumbled and busied himself with dunking the dirty pot and ladle into the sink to be washed, “how long until the potion is supposed to start working?”

You shooed him away to do it yourself, Asahi not fighting back so he could carry on hiding the rather large tent in his trousers.

“Usually a few minutes and then the effects last anything up to a day.” You paused your scrubbing, “tell me if you feel weird, okay?” God, if Asahi was to suffer because of you… you don’t know if you could ever forgive yourself.

“I don’t- feel any different.” His voice pitched at a throb in his cock, managing to cover it with a cough as he fidgeted behind you.

-

You’d both come to the conclusion that the potion didn’t work on him. The day finishes like it usually does, Asahi falling asleep beside you whilst you read a book with a hand occasionally reaching out to pet his silky fur. It wasn’t until the next morning when he realised that something felt a little different.

He’d woken up in his demon form, legs hanging off the bed as his head rested by your chest and one of your hands splayed on his chest.

Asahi didn’t bother moving, worried he’d knock you with a horn and hurt you. Instead he listened to your relaxed breathing and let a hand come to rest over yours, lightly stroking at the skin of your wrist.

It didn’t occur to him that he was naked as he sunk into relaxation, his eyelids fluttering when you moved your hand to lightly thread through his hair like you usually did with his fur.

“‘Sahi?” Your eyes hadn’t opened but you could clearly tell the difference in his bodies and for whatever reason he was choosing to be in his natural body, you didn’t care. You’d enjoy it whilst you could with your sleepy mind.

He hummed, pressing his face into your touch.

You shuffled to your side when you opened your eyes, blinking away your sleep when you could clearly see his cock resting against his thigh. You rolled back and stared up at the ceiling.

Why is he naked? Why is it so big-

You peered at it again, getting a glimpse at his heavy-looking balls too.

It’s not even hard.

“Asahi…” You whispered.

“D-don’t stop.” He murmured, placing your hand back into his hair.

“You’re hu-hanging-” oh, god. “Off the bed.” You froze when he slowly sat up and slid underneath the bed sheets, breath stunting when he dragged one of your thighs over his and tucked his head into your chest, face pressed into the t-shirt you wore.

Okay, now you were confused.

You guided his head back, hands cupping his cheeks so you could get a good look at him, “are you okay?” His eyes were hazy and lidded, vision focused on your mouth as he wet his lips.

“I’m okay. You worry too much.” He murmured.

“I’m worried because you’re not acting like yourself…” You trailed off, eyes widening when you realised, “oh. The potion.” You sat up, pulling him with you so that he awkwardly kneeled on the bed, sheets wrapped around his waist.

“I think I’m naked.” He stated like it was the most normal thing.

“Ye-yeah, you are.” You ran your fingers over his forehead. “How do you feel?” You asked, hoping he understood that you weren’t indicating his state of dress.

“I feel… I don’t know. Have I told you that you’re-um, pretty? No, beautiful.” He mumbled, his thumb coming to stroke at your chin.

Your arms dropped to your sides as you shook your head, shivering when his fingertips danced down your neck and arms until he pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping you in a warm hug. It surprises you but you’re quick to return it, nudging your face into his naked chest.

“You’re so beautiful.” He sighs into your hair, “and it hurts.”

You squeeze yourself to him harder, “why?”

Asahi brushes your hair from your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to your skin and your fingertips dig into the muscle of his back as you whimper, mind fogging over and cunt throbbing at the feathery sensation.

“Because I’m yours but you’re not mine.” His voice was so broken and quiet as he whispered it into your skin but you heard it and you pushed him away, kneeling to the same height as him.

“Is that really what you think, ‘Sahi?”You forced his focus on you when he tried to turn away, his eyes glassy and mouth in a thin line.

He nods.

You edge forward until your noses just barely touch, “I’m as much yours as you are mine.”

“You’re… mine?” He hesitates, eyelids fluttering when you move closer.

You don’t answer him with words but a tentative kiss. His flushed cheeks and stunted answers had you thinking that maybe the potions effects were wearing off.

It would’ve been a simple kiss too, to prove to him that you meant what you said but, like everything else about you; he became addicted, slanting his head to work your mouth open. The whimper you released when his tongue stroked over yours was enough to have him gripping into your thighs and hooking your legs around his waist as he sat down.

Hands pushed and pulled at skin and hair, you hadn’t really noticed the way you’d skirt around touching his horns until his head nudged one into your grasp and he moaned into you.

“Touch me, p-please.” He grunted, forehead resting against yours and hips bucking when you wrapped a hand around it and pulled him into a messier kiss.

His cock had stiffened to the point that you could now feel it between your flush stomachs and you leaned back to watch how it twitched and leaked precum, sticking to your t-shirt.

You stood, removing your top and flinging it behind you, knees nearly buckling when Asahi groaned at the sight of your bare tits. His hands grasped your hips to balance you, fingers slipping under the hem of your sleep shorts as he stared up at you and pressed open mouthed kisses to your thighs.

Asahi allowed you to guide him in pulling your shorts and panties down your legs, the clothing also getting tossed away before he somehow had one of your thighs slung over his shoulder and mouth hovering an inch away from your glistening cunt.

“‘Sahi!” The surprise was evident in your yelp as you tried to grasp anything for support, settling for clenching at his head and horns.

“Can I?” His question made you want to laugh, he already had you pretty much straddling his face.

A suckling kiss to your clit had you keening over him and you managed to whimper out a, “y-yes!” before he went all in, tongue laving over you to collect the slick that glossed up your pussy and then lips wrapping around the sensitive, swollen nub and sucking.

Your other leg stiffened so you wouldn’t collapse and your mouth hung open to let out a series of drawn out moans as Asahi continued to suck and lick at your clit with a greediness that you’d never seen in him.

“‘Sahi! As-Asahi!” Your moans turned into wails quickly when he stuffed a thick digit into your sopping cunt, lowering you down to the mattress when your thigh started shaking from the strain.

His head rose from between your thighs, chin scruff glistening with your slick and a soft smile tugging at his features. The smile contradicted the lust in his eyes as he continued to pump into your cunt, two fingers now stretching you out.

“You taste s-so good.” He murmured, kissing at the juncture of your thighs before descending again, using his fingers to spread you open so he could bury his tongue inside, eyes rolling back as soon as he did.

Just when you felt your release tightening in the pit of your stomach, you heard Asahi’s grunts and whines as he tugged at his aching cock. His hips angled so he could thrust into his fist whilst he tongue fucked you.

You’d never really been one for patience so you nudged him back, pushing your orgasm away too as you leant forward, kissing and nipping at his lips and relishing in his stuttered moan when you took over with jerking his cock.

You couldn’t even bring your fingertips to touch around the thick of him and the weight of it made it difficult for you to manage with one hand but it seemed to be enough for Asahi, precum leaking steadily from the mushroomed tip.

“O-oh…” Asahi shuffled back onto his haunches, moaning when you followed after him, determined to keep touching him.

“‘Sahi?” You stared up at him, admiring the way his eyebrows furrowed when you rubbed your thumb over a sensitive vein on the underside of his cock, “do you believe me yet?”

“Huh?” You held back a giggle at his clueless expression, stopping your movements so that he could focus.

“I’m yours.” You squeezed him, “so make me yours?”

He hesitated but the thought of marking you as his, stuffing you full of his cock and his cum, overtook his growing nervousness and he nodded. Backing up until he stood at the foot of the bed, feet pressed firmly into the carpet, and dragging you with him. You took the hint when he lifted your hips, turning onto your stomach and raising your ass, grinding into him when he lowered himself and let his cock drag between your ass cheeks.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, running a hand down the length of your back and letting his fingers catch onto the dip of your waist.

You lowered your head and arched your spine, whimpering when his cock head caught your opening.

“O-oh, fuck! F-fuck!” You squealed when Asahi pushed forward, tip popping past the tight ring of muscle.

“So t-tight… are you okay?” He huffed, his hips still as he tried to focus on not cumming on the spot whilst you clenched around him.

“You’re big.” you simply whined, “keep going.” Your knuckles whitened at the grip you had on the bed sheets, preparing yourself for the intense pressure that would surely come from taking him.

You almost neared the point of begging during your wait for Asahi to move, but your mouth was left to hang open as he bullied the rest of his cock into your cunt, balls hitting into your clit as he bottomed out.

You were right about the intense pressure, creaming on Asahi's cock as soon as he knocked into your cervix with a muffled scream as you pressed your face into the bed.

The pair of you were on different cloud nines, you from your abrupt orgasm, and Asahi was so close to his tipping point thanks to the way your cunt continued to milk him. He spared a few seconds to push down his release and let you get used to the stretch, hips drawing back and rutting forward when he felt the spasming of your walls calm down.

“So we-wet.” he grunted, his hips stuttering when he saw the white ring of your release collect at the base of his cock.

Your speech was reduced to babbling at that point as you helplessly creamed on him, asahi had hooked his arms under your stomach and whilst you struggled to keep your head up, he was humping into you like an animal. Cock stirring and nudging up against all the sensitive spongy parts of your cunt.

Little whispers that you determined as the word “mine” were falling from his lips on broken breaths.

A particularly powerful orgasm caught you off guard, cunt pulsing as you squirted all over his cock, balls and abdomen. Wet slapping only getting louder as you squealed out, “Asahi! F-fuck, Asahi! C-cumming! Love you, love you, I l-love you!”

His whine was deep as he hunched over you, watery eyes squeezed shut at your declaration, and rolling his hips into your ass as you clamped down on him.

“You love me?” He whispered, kissing the skin of your shoulder, “I love you too.” His cock jerked as he came, biting down on you with a groan. His eyes rolled back as his balls twitched, thick cum spilling into you until he had no option but to slowly pull out.

You could feel it, the heat of his release sticking to the insides of your overstimulated pussy and dribbling out in gooey blobs when Asahi picked you up, laid down and hugged you to his chest.

“D-did you-uh, mean it?” He mumbled once he caught his breath, fingertips stroking at your scalp and back.

You tilted your head up to face him, fucked-out eyes and gentle smile aimed at his beet red face, “that I love you?” You murmured, nodding. “Yeah.”

The potion’s effects had clearly worn off because he hid his face in your hair, you half expected him to shift and run out of the bedroom in shock at what had happened.

“‘Sahi…” you sang, grinning when he nuzzled further into you, “I love you.”

It was muffled but you heard him, “love you too, so much.”

And he did.

It was definitely worth waiting for you, he thought. You were his. His home. His everything, and he’d be damned if he let anyone even try to take you from him.

[emma-what-son]

Emma Watson cut a glamorous figure as she stepped out at the Kering Foundation's Caring for Women dinner in New York on Thursday.

The actress, 32, looked elegant in a sheer white gown embellished with intricate floral lace detailing as she posed for pictures at The Pool on Park Avenue.

She gave a flash of her incredible figure through the dress' cut-out back design, while a lace train billowed out behind her.

Emma added a few extra inches to her frame with a pair of chunky black sandals and kept her essentials in a silver studded clutch bag.

She let her gorgeous outfit do all the talking as she kept her accessories simple with a pair of silver droplet earrings.

The Beauty and the Beast star slicked her brunette tresses back into a tight up-do and let her natural good looks shine through with a light dusting of make-up.

The dinner, hosted by Anderson Cooper, is raising funds for firms that support those affected by gender-based violence.

All proceeds from the event will go to The Kering Foundations partner organisations - the National Network to End Domestic Violence, Ms. Foundation For Women and Global Fund For Women.

Emma led the stars at the event, which was co-chaired by the likes of Salma Hayek, Samuel L Jackson, Gisele Bündchen and Gloria Steinem.

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An event hosted by Kering that's raising funds for women? I would've been surprised if Emma hadn't attended lol. She looks very pretty. The dress is lovely and looks great on her. I would've loved it more if it hadn't been white.

[saleinthecity]

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