Meeting The Family

Meeting the Family

based off this! but can be read alone.

Yandere! Fem! Reader / Yandere! Bruce Wayne

> romantic with bruce, platonic with the boys. the boys could be read as pre-yandere if you wish. > tw/cw: reader is a yandere, yandere-typical thought patterns, implied drugging, mention of self-harm, implied drugging > request: thoughts on co-conspirator!reader meeting the boys? > a/n: Hmmmm, i feel it’d be a meeting of interrogation where they see you’re clearly unstable !! > word count: 1.4k

You walk towards the threshold of a Wayne Manor sitting room. You have this hallway nearly memorized. You’ve viewed it through your 24/7 surveillance cameras and glanced upon it during your visits, but never has this hallway seemed so daunting until now. Luckily, your lover is nearby to reassure you. Bruce slips his hand into yours, and you inwardly swoon. You share a warm glance with him.

“They’ll adore you,” he says. You let a smile peek through your anxious expression. “I know I do.” At such sweet words, you feel your cheeks heat. Ugh, this man, you think affectionately.

Your Sunday best is the armor you don to meet Bruce’s children. It seems like you won’t even be able to meet them all – only the ones in town. “They just want to interrogate me,” you whine, letting yourself be pulled towards the impeccably decorated room.

“They just want to get to know you,” Bruce returns, humming. You can’t retort because already, you are in full view of his brood. The three of them look up from their phones and books. You swallow, under the scrutiny of two pairs of blue eyes and one pair of green.

“... Hi,” you say, waving a stupid hand. One smiles in return, thank goodness.

“I’ll just let you all get acquainted,” Bruce says, retreating. You swerve to him, blinking dumbly. That was not the agreement. The agreement was that Bruce moderate the discussion– and he’s gone.

He leaves the sitting room, and leaves you in the lion’s den to fend for yourself. And boy, do the lions pounce. 

The eldest, Dick – he’s positively godsent. He’s the first to shake your hand, immediately going into a friendly babble about how you’re all Bruce ever talks about and how he’s been excited to meet you. And thank God for that, because it manages to ease the tension you still have in your shoulders. He introduces himself and his brothers, melts the ice by teasing them as he does it. He offers you a seat across from them, offers you tea and cookies. He shares an anecdote of Bruce’s less polished moments to make you laugh. 

You soon realize he was a sleeper agent. He was merely buttering you up, lowering your defenses with well-placed platitudes and good-natured jokes.

It’s Tim who begins the true assault.

“So,” Tim begins over a cup of tea, looking upon you owlishly. “Isolation for 10 long years… How was that?” You blink, startled, before smiling weakly. At least no one was treating you like glass. Sometimes, that made you feel even more like a freak.

You try to give him a Sparknotes recollection, but it doesn’t satisfy him. At his badgering, you do relent more details. You are slipping your innermost thoughts without much of a fight, to your surprise. Dick’s empathetic gaze and Tim’s enraptured attention have you spilling dark thoughts it took you months to even tell Bruce… 

It was long. It was traumatic. Mind-altering. You have breakdown after breakdown. Self-harm after self-harm. There is a part of you you can never get back… So, 'how was it?' Why, just awful, thanks for asking!

Dick comforts you with “you’re so strong,” as Tim nods. He seems happy with his findings. It seems like you have piqued his academic interest – you can basically see the gears churning behind his mind, the factoids he’s storing for later. For what, you don’t know, but you’re glad to help. Throat dry, you down the rest of that blasted tea, but the boys aren’t quite finished.

Damian, however, is brutal in his questioning, sparing any of the pleasantries or dithering his brothers employed. He asks rapid fire about your past outside of your years in isolation. What was your childhood like? Your relationship with your parents? Did you ever graduate high school? College? What was your major? Do you like animals? His father houses two dogs, a cat, and a cow – you do know that don’t you? 

“What are your intentions with my father?” At that, you flinch.

“Nothing… nefarious, to be sure,” you say, sweat beginning to bead on your temple. It’s true! Aside from all the dastardly actions you wanted to inflict upon Bruce in the bedroom, nothing nefarious!

“And his other suitors? They don’t bother you?” 

At that, your smile wilts. Not from any offense… you simply don’t enjoy the reminder that others do seek Bruce’s affection. 

“They… don’t worry me,” you say succinctly. Dick doesn’t think you realize how your smile has grown sharp. Damian doesn’t let on whether he approves or disapproves of the answer. And Tim simply watches.

“And my father’s controlling and possessive tendencies? You’re fine with that? What would you do if you caught him in a lie? Or if a woman he was involved with confronted you?”

You gape like a fish. Man, what a character this one was. Damian blinks slow and catlike, before he sniffs. “I’m asking for one of the siblings who couldn’t be here today.”

“Um…” you return, discombobulated. You shoot off your answers as rapid-fire as he posed them. “I haven’t noticed any tendencies. And I can handle myself! If he lied… I’d hear him out. He probably had a good reason, of course.”

“What if it was infidelity?” 

You glare at them. “I’d get rid of her.” Why do they keep bringing up other women? 

At the boys’ silence, you realize your mistake. You wave your hands and bluster, “Not like– not like get rid of her– I would just tell her to… Leave. And I’d be… angry… at Bruce.” God, you don’t feel like you’re doing too well in this interview. You hiccup, filling your cup some more. What is in this tea? Man, it’s delicious.

“... Interesting.” 

“What if Bruce left you out of his own volition?” Tim points out, drawing your attention.

Your head snaps to him and you stare… That possibility had never even crossed your mind.

“He wouldn’t,” you say, confused. At raised eyebrows, you say, “I mean. I-I don’t think he would.” You have faith in Bruce. It’s been five months now, and your relationship has gone swimmingly. You had your insecurities… but Bruce had kissed all your worries away by now. Your fingers dig into the cushion of the couch. 

He wouldn’t leave. He couldn’t. He had already reassured you, and been so kind, and wonderful, and shown you what love was like– he couldn’t just leave you now–

“But what if he did?” and this time, the question comes from Dick, who, if you recall, hadn’t asked a single question yet. He looks serious, unlike his casual air from before.

You keep the desperation out your voice by keeping it chillingly level. “Then I’d convince him otherwise.” Good answer, good answer, you applaud yourself. All the boys nod, looking upon you with varying degrees of interest, curiosity, and understanding.

“Then… I suppose we have just one more question,” Tim says, plucking the kettle of tea out your hands. You pout.

“Thoughts on having children?”

At the question, your brows shoot into your hairline.

“... Are there not enough of you already?” you blurt.

To your relief, they all relax.

-

After that strange encounter, Bruce shows himself and sees you out. The walk outside is quiet. Comfortably quiet on your end. You hope you did good… no, you reassure yourself. Fuck it, you did great.

“So… how were they?” 

You glance at his face, and are surprised to see thinly veiled concern behind his smile. “Did any of them say anything… strange? And… did you like them?” You laugh, before floating up to kiss Bruce between the brows. Flight powers came in handy for stuff like that.

“They were wonderful,” you say cheekily. “Something they clearly get from their father.”

-

bonus!

Bruce re-enters the foyer. He shoots off a text, lamenting. If you hadn’t had him bug his own home, he could’ve spoken to the boys freely. He could’ve had Jason hide nearby, instead of having to listen in on Damian’s phone.

Bruce: Did that satisfy your curiosities?

Several ellipses in bubbles pop up, before his phone rattles with their responses.

Damian: Frankly, she comes off as airheaded and naive, but at least she seems to have some semblance of spine.

Jason: She’s crazy. Didn’t we tell you to stop sticking your dick in crazy

Dick: Well, I think that makes you guys a perfect match!

Tim: bruce i’m sorry, you cannot fix her. however, i would like to study her. and possibly, make her worse

Bruce sighs, albeit smiling. By all accounts, you seem have gotten their general approval.

“are ya sure yer not dating (y/n)?” osamu suddenly asks his brother during a quiet lunch between the two of them.

atsumu chokes on the grains of rice in his mouth, coughing violently and punching his chest. when he finally settles down, he throws a glare at his brother. “what the hell, ‘samu?”

“that’s not an answer.” osamu continues to press.

“we’re not!” atsumu answers, picking up a piece of chicken katsu with his chopsticks. “i don’t like them like that. they don’t like me like that. we’re just friends.”

the bright red-pink of his ears speak otherwise. you see, osamu knows his twin better than he knows himself. he knows that whatever comes out of atsumu’s mouth is a load of crap. just friends? yeah fucking right.

osamu has never seen his brother look at anyone the way he looks at you, starlight and pure adoration swirling in his irises. he acts as if your every word were an earth-shaking prophecy sent by the heavens. his honey brown eyes stare, and he smiles so gently that it makes him sick.

friends aren’t touchy in the way you guys are. you hold each other’s hand like it’s nothing. with interlocked fingers, atsumu will trace his thumb down the back of your hand for no apparent reason. when you’re bored, you’ll take atsumu’s hand into your lap and play with it, bending his fingers, comparing hand sizes, and running a featherlight touch across the expanse of his palm to see if he’ll react.

osamu notices how you never miss the opportunity to find a seat on his brother’s lap. whether there are no seats of available or ten open ones, you will always choose atsumu. and it’s not like he’s complaining about it. in fact, osamu thinks that he waits for it because atsumu would never want to miss the chance to secure his arms around your waist and whisper into your ear amidst a loud conversation.

and you can’t forget the cuddles, and the hugs that linger longer than they should, and the way you’ll cup atsumu’s face, and the way you play with his piss blond hair.

you’re the one person atsumu lets wear his jersey to his game. he ensures you get the best seat to watch him play. osamu doesn’t miss the way his twin looks at you before every serve or the way you cheer the loudest when he scores an ace.

osamu doesn’t think that someone who “doesn’t like you” would be thinking about you every time they shop. “(y/n) likes this snack”. “(y/n) would love this shirt”. “oh hey, (y/n) showed me this”. “‘samu, should i buy this for (y/n)?”.

osamu has never seen two people so madly in love before. he doesn’t know how you guys haven’t realized it yet. and he can’t keep playing along because atsumu’s katsu looks really good right now.

“right…” osamu chooses to answer, dipping his chicken into the tonkatsu sauce. “i sure hope they’re gonna have fun on that date they have today.”

his brother’s chopsticks clatter onto the table before rolling onto the floor. the sight of atsumu’s open mouth filled with rice is unsightly, and osamu has to suppress his laugh.

“they didn’t tell you?” osamu raises an eyebrow.

“no?!” atsumu suddenly stands, slamming his palms into the table.

“yeah, i think they’re gonna leave soon.” osamu lies easily. there is no date. but of course, does ‘tsumu really need to know that?

the blond twin practically bolts away from the dining table and out of the house. when the door slams shut, osamu grins to himself, reaching for the unfinished plate in front of him.

“he can thank me later.”

atsumu brainrot never ends. something short and sweet bc school is kicking my ass.

~Kissing Memories~

Lucifer Morningstar X Fem! Reader

A/N: Had to write these little kiss ideas somehow, and this is the product! He deserves them all! Hope you enjoy! <3

Synopsis: Brief looks into your relationship with Lucifer Morningstar through your kisses.

Content Warnings: Swearing, not explicit, Implied Smut, 18+, MDNI

Divider Source: Cafekitsune

A Kiss Against the Knuckles:

You were a brand-new sinner to the hotel, and almost brand-new to the environment of hell, so being in this violent environment was a little frazzling to say the least. To your surprise though the princess of what was supposed to be an agonizing, torturous wasteland was.. sweet? Charlie had offered you place to stay, and was roaming with you across the lobby, introducing you to the residents of the grand hotel she owned. This was when her father took notice of you from across the crimson room. Your demeanor immediately ran him to the conclusion that you were brand new to this place, but there was also a different energy about you. One that planted a seed of curiosity, he had to know more about you, so when you and his daughter slowly approached him, Charlie’s rambles on the hotel blurred over in his mind as he looked over you. However, that eventually worked against him as he was shot out of his thoughts with the sound of your voiced name and the sight of your hand being lent out to him to shake. He glanced up to you in a small panic, but despite this, this was when you watched as the King of Hell took your hand in his hand brought it closer to his face to press his lips against the soft skin of your fingers. 

“Lucifer Morningstar, pleasure to be meeting you…” 

A Cheek Kiss:

You and Lucifer had grown close over your time at the hotel. He had become a guide to your experiences in hell, and almost a close friend to you through his constant kindness and sense of humor that was endearing to you. However you had to emphasize the word ‘almost’ because despite the fact that you two held all the requirements that you considered to be a close friend to him, there was a wall of anticipation between the two of you. An array from the “royal” kiss to your hand, when you first met, to all the small, constant, “nonchalant” touches, between the two you built up a bridge brick by brick that neither of you dared to cross, despite the other resident’s protests and urges to finally advance your relationship. 

On one of the mornings of your residency of the Hazbin Hotel, you were up early in the tiled kitchen surrounded by a wafting sweet aroma and the warm melodic sounds of Lucifer’s voice as you kept him company sat at the counter as usual. He leisurely stood at the stove flipping over another one of his buttery flapjacks as he continued to sing lowly in the comfortable atmosphere that you sat in, without the need for any words between the two of you. However, in spite of the atmosphere, you sat, stuck in your own head filled with wandering thoughts as you continued to watch him. You were almost certain that your friends at the hotel had just filled your mind with foolish ideas to keep themselves amused and your own delusions alive, but the more you watched him the more you wanted them to be right. The more you wanted to see if this relationship meant more to him than you thought too. The king that reigned over your thoughts turned around from the stove to place the plate of steaming hot cakes onto the counter just across from you, and looked towards you with a smile that just made your heart melt. Without much thought you stood from across the island’s stool, walked over to his side of the counter, and assisted in arranging the plates for the residents of the hotel as you had routinely done in the past, but this morning the close proximity between the two of you drove you mad. You had to know what you meant to him, and if it didn’t work out… maybe you could play it off. 

“Thank you for breakfast Lucifer..”

You spoke quietly and took a few of the dishes in your grasp to bring to the awaiting residents; Then forced yourself to swallow back your nerves, and hastily leaned towards him to aim for the rosy part of his cheek. Although this moment only could have lasted no more than a few seconds, your adored the rewards of your efforts as you felt your heart skip several beats from the way his soft skin briefly touched the surface of your lips before you quickly made your escape out of the kitchen. 

A First Kiss:

 It had been seven long, lonely, and agonizing years since Lucifer had actually pursued anything romantic, so he was noticeably very antsy and hesitant with his touches throughout your first date together. Despite this, the two of you enjoyed a very lovely, romantic candlelit dinner he reserved for the two of you. Even the view was incredible as it overlooked and gave a clear view of his wide spanning “kingdom”. Luckily you were very patient with him, but he yearned to do something, anything throughout the dinner, and criticized himself for being unable to do so. If it wasn’t for the brief kiss you had set on his cheek, he wouldn’t have had the courage to ask you out on this date in the first place, so he felt he should give you the same courtesy, be a little fearless, and do something. He watched you for a little longer as you stared off the patio for a few moments and down at the glimmer lights of the city. The way they lights lit up your eyes and the way your outfit fit you perfectly, forced his heart into a break-neck pace, but he forced himself to try to shake it off as he threw a few large bills, that were way over the amount he needed to pay, onto the table and stood from his chair. Lucifer quickly walked past his chair and the table towards you to lend his hand towards you. 

“Ready to go Sweetheart?” 

You agreed and took his hand walking out the restaurant with him back towards the hotel you both called home. The crisp hot air and loud ambiance of the passing clubs that accompanied your walk hand and hand with Lucifer couldn’t drown out the tension he felt as his mind wandered over all the possible things he could be doing wrong. Despite this he couldn’t help but glance towards you as you continued your trek back, and his heart only stuttered again as he was able to truly admire how gorgeous he thought you are. You were a lot closer together then, and he could pick up on details that quickly rooted their way into his heart: like how the city’s lighting bounced off your skin, the small rise and fall of your chest, and the way your hair laid perfectly down from your head. He let out a heavy breath as he tried to calm his racing heart, and the rest of the walk flew by. It wasn’t long till you were back and walking down the scarlet hall that held the door to your room. The tension in his chest grew tighter and tighter as you came to a full stop at your door. His mind was screaming at him, this was the moment, he knew he couldn’t mess this up, he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night if he did. He wouldn’t allow himself to chicken out. The clicks of your doorknob resonated across the hall as you turned the handle, revealed your room, and turned back to him to say goodbye, but just as your gaze was back onto him, you were surprised by the sudden feeling of his soft lips against yours. The surprise didn’t matter for very long though as you melted and relaxed into his given affection, feeling the sparks and shockwaves that flew from the contact between the two of you. The kiss was perfect but brief as he pulled away with a breathless expression, and you gave each other soft smiles. 

“Goodnight hun..”

“Goodnight Lucifer..”

A Giggly Kiss:

After a long day of working around the hotel that day you returned to your room, and just as you reached the right position you practically collapsed down onto the floor to set against the side of your bed with an exhausted sigh. You leaned back, slowly relaxing against the cool floorboards that laid beneath you and the plush comforter that sat just behind you. As you were about to let out another heavy breath a ringing cheerful voice came through muffled from the door. 

“Hellooo~ May I come in Sweetheart?” 

You felt like your bones weighed like tons as Lucifer asked for your welcome, and only responded with a quiet agreement, allowing him to come into your room by his own permission. You heard the heard creaking of your door as he opened it himself, and stepped in. He walked past the soft rug on your floor, and you heard a thud as he plopped down onto the comforter of your bed to peer over and look down at your tired, slumped over figure. 

“Long day..?” 

You nodded and hummed softly as you stretched and popped your sore shoulders against the surface of the side of your bed. Lucifer’s own mind grew slightly concerned seeing how the fatigue weighed on your facial features. From that moment on he was dead set on soothing you in the ways he knew he could. 

“Alright then.. How about you let me pamper you tonight? Bubble bath, massage, movies, cuddles, the works.” 

Just as you were about to protest, and explain how he didn’t have to, he interrupted you and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head. 

“Mmm just let me do this for you hun.. You deserve it.”

A warm feeling flooded your chest as you felt the love from his offered services, and his soft affection. Then watched as he leaned further over the bed to press a few more affectionate kisses to your forehead as he held your chin and turned your gaze to him. 

“Y’know....If you’re really that worried.. Maybe you could repay me with a real kiss?” 

A light giggle escaped your lips as you watched his eyebrows wiggle to emphasize his question, and you leaned forward to hold him and press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

A Hot and Desperate Kiss:  

You and Lucifer sat in the back of a dimly lit limo on the way back after another very sweet date he had planned for the two of you, and it was clear he was anxiously waiting for your arrival back home. The weight of red fabric you had gifted to him only moments before, stayed tightly packed into his suit pocket, and felt as if it could rival the weight of a hundred tons as it served as a constant reminder against him, that you were almost bare just for him. He could just reach over…. Trail a hand up your thigh, an-.... He cut himself out of his treacherous thoughts, as he was determined to reap the rewards of your challenge, but here you were, sat just beside him, shoulder to shoulder as his dark scaly tail coiled further around your waist to keep you close. The drive continued to seem drag agonizingly on and on the longer he had to wait for the oncoming stop. You, however, were in better spirits. The funny feeling of amusement only seemed to spill more and more into your chest as you watched the way he couldn’t even spare a glance towards you or even the way his leg bounced at a rapid pace anxiously just beside you. It wasn’t long till you knew that he was aware of the way you stared over at him because soon luminous golden blood started to trickle down the surface of his bottom lip as his sharp teeth started to dig into the soft skin. A quiet laugh rang through your vocal cords as you leaned in close and used your thumb to clean away the evidence of his clear eagerness. 

“.... getting impatient Luci~?” 

A heated shaky breath escaped his lips as he finally looked towards you, but the smirk that accompanied your own eager eyes was just enough to drive him over the edge. You could barely make out his muttered curses before, in mere seconds, he briefly shook his head as he took a strong hold of you before you could only see sudden flash of golden magic enclose around the two of you. Soon you were no longer in the back of his royal limo but instead back in the familiar hotel’s halls. It wasn’t long till the decorated lights of the crimson halls became a blur as Lucifer clutched onto you with an almost inhuman grip and practically flew you past the hotel’s doors towards room that he needed for the two of you to be in. He craved holding, feeling, hearing you; tasting you.. Eventually he reached just the door he wanted and fumbled with the handle for a moment before opening it and shoved you against the dark mahogany as it came back to a close. In an instant his hot hungry lips were sloppily pressed against yours he kept you pushed up against the door. The pressure from his lips was nearly bruising, as he continued to kiss you. Soon his teeth softly bit your supple bottom lip, causing your lips to part as a quiet gasp escaped you. Lucifer took the opportunity without any hesitancy to roll his split tongue into the opening and swirl it around yours. He continued to taste you, only separating from you as your lungs demanded a chance for oxygen and looked over your flushed expression as he took in the pause to share your heated breaths.

“F-ffuck.. Hun.. I need you so..so bad.. Could I-...?” 

A Morning Kiss: 

Soft morning light filtered through the feathers that were snugly tucked around the two of you as you held each other in a tight comforting embrace. Lucifer was awake in your arms for a long while now, but he wouldn’t dare move or frankly even breath wrong if it meant that you would start to stir from your sleepy state. He adored the way you looked as the new morning gave you a glow that he could only describe as heavenly. The more he stared the longer the list of countless reasons he adored being with you in this moment: the cute state of your now messy hair, the slow rise and fall of your chest, the peace in your expression, the tight hold you kept him in… The reasons went on and on. The smile that was painted across his face hadn’t dared to falter for even a moment as he continued to gaze down on you. Lucifer let out another soft exhale as he delicately brushed a few spare strands out of your face, but as he did so he felt his heart flutter from the way you started to adjust yourself in his hold. Your arms lightly squeezed him, and your eyes fluttered open to finally take in your first, and favorite, sight of the day. As you peered towards the man you held, your smile was quick to match his own, and Lucifer chuckled lowly as he watched you slowly blink the sleep out of your eyes before he leaned forward to press a long loving kiss to soft skin of your forehead. 

“Good morning Sweetheart.”

A Comforting Kiss: 

It was the end of a late movie night for the two of you, and your room was shrouded in darkness with only the flashing lights of your television lowly lighting the area. Your eyes remained rested on the screen across from your couch as your fingers continued to repeatedly rake through the blonde locks that laid against your fallen angel’s head. You felt the weight of Lucifer’s head settled against your lap with the rest of his body rested against the remaining length of the cushions, and you relaxed in your own spot against the armrest as the night continued until you felt him start to shift against you. You wouldn’t have put much mind to it, but soon his movements grew to become more restless. Your eyes peered down to Lucifer, and pang of concern struck your heart as you watched him continued to shift against you. His expression seemed almost pained with furrowed brows and now hurried breath. Only seconds later Lucifer woke and sat up with a heaving chest and a single tear rolling down his pale cheek. Without any hesitation you were at his side taking his hand in yours as you advanced to help calm his anxious breath, and heart. 

“Luci, hold on follow me okay..?”

Lucifer eyes were back on you in an instant, and he followed your instruction. With each breath he was able to slowly ground himself in the space and reality he was actually in, and as more seconds passed by his heart rate was able to slow as he fluttered his eyes close. After a few more moments, his grip loosened on your hand, and you lifted your free hand to rub off the spare tears that ran down his cheeks during his panicked state. Instinctively he leaned into your touch, and his heavy tired eyes opened once again.

“I’m sorry about that hun.” 

The way his voice came out quiet and weak, pulled and put a strain on your heart strings, but you were quick to shake your head and wipe away any weight of guilt off of him. 

“No.. please don’t apologize Lucifer” 

A weak smile pulled at Lucifer’s lips as he nods and exhales a heavy weary sigh; He squeezed your hand gently again and leans his side against yours, taking comfort in your accepting and loving touch. Your thumb took its time, slowly rubbing over the shape of his knuckles repeatedly as you kept him company. 

“Would you like to talk about it..?” 

He took in a long deep breath as his eyes lingers on your linked hands, and spoke in a hushed tone as the pain from the reminder festered in his mind. 

“.....Just old memories hun.. Could we just… sit a little while..?” 

You watched his gaze finally left from your hands to give you a pleading expression that just emanated fatigue. You knew it wasn’t right to push him further in that moment. It was only right for him to share whenever he was the most comfortable to and it wouldn’t be at that late hour. 

“Of course Lucifer..”

Lucifer’s tired smile grew a little as he felt you hold him close to your side. Your warm embrace shooed away his anxieties in an instant; it was all he wanted and needed. He soon realized, if he could choose anywhere to be for the rest of eternity it would be in your arms and the cherry on top was the feeling of you delicate kiss to the corner of his forehead, allowing his eyelids the chance to relax and close for the rest of the night. 

“I’ll be here.. Just rest.” 

A Tender Kiss: 

You and Lucifer sat together in the quiet and comfortable atmosphere of Lucifer’s workshop only lit by the few warm-tinted lamps that sat across the room. The only sounds that filled the quiet ambiance of the night was the soft hums falling past your lips and the quiet clicks of Lucifer’s tools he used on the project he held in his dark hands. As the two of you worked together on your own respective projects you sat almost shoulder to shoulder, with every “accidental” touch between the two of you feeling warm and electric. After a long while, Lucifer’s eyes roamed away from the rubber duck he held, taking a small break, to peer over at what you were working on. As he caught sight of the work in progress his lips turned upwards to a soft smile, and his heart gained the summery, familiar sense of pride knowing he was sitting with and dating someone like you. His eyes turned up from the work in progress to admire its beautiful creator, and felt his heartbeat increase to accompany the fluttering in his chest he always felt when he stared at you. Watching the focus and spirit in your eyes only made the heated feeling in his heart grow. The longer he gazed at you the easier it was for his heart to be set on leaning in closer and closer. Then suddenly your focus was broken, as Lucifer’s warm and gentle touch was set across the bottom of your jaw and he guided your eyes back onto him. He leaned in even closer and watched as your eyes naturally closed as they had done several times before, and pressed a tender and slow kiss against your lips. In this quiet affectionate moment between the two of you, he knew for sure he had to speak, and a low whisper finally escaped as the kiss was broken. 

“I love you..” 

A Kiss of New Beginnings:

The night had gone exactly as Lucifer had planned, you adored his gift, it fit you flawlessly, dinner was delicious, as he knew it would be, and the ambiance of the hotel rooftop was romantic in every way he wanted, but there was one issue: that damned velvet box sitting in his coat pocket. He already knew what he wanted to say, Lucifer had practiced it for hours upon hours in the mirror the night before and even the next morning, but as he finally sat across the candle lit table the words seemed to be imprisoned in the back of his mind. The gorgeous small smiles you would give him as you sipped your drink, your laugh that always sent his mind in a frenzy, each brief touch you gave him throughout the night, all of it clutched to his heart in a way that prompted his voice to evaporate into thin air at the worst times possible. Each time he thought he had gathered enough courage to finally get down on one knee, you just had to do something that would churn his mind to mush. Even knowing Charlie, and your other shared dear friends were also just around the corner didn’t do him any favors. However, time was ticking, dessert was already here and the two of you were sharing your final bites but here he was still stalling as he anxiously scolded himself for not just biting the bullet and pulling out the box. The pressure continued to build and build as the dinner came to an end, and it wasn’t long till you were looking to him expectantly. 

“Ready to turn in for the night?” 

Lucifer swallowed painfully and felt the burdensome weight of stares on the back of his head, as he made eye contact with you. 

“A-actually.. Um no we have one more thing tonight sweetheart….” 

He stood from his chair, in a bit of a hurried manner, before he could make his way towards you. Lucifer could feel the tense anticipation thicken the air with every step he took, but as he offered his hand to you to stand he could practically hear the groan from the residents of the hotel. However despite the disappointment he knew the others felt, he took a hold of your hand and helped you out of your seat. A few seconds later his crimson and white feathers unfolded from his back as he lead you towards the edge of the roof. 

“Just one more spot tonight hun..”

He watched as your head nodded, you wrapped your arms around his neck like you had done a hundred times before, and he carefully picked you up. His wings swung downwards and propelled the two of you into the air in one fell swoop. Although the night hadn’t gone exactly as he wanted, he had one more chance, and he would rather be double damned than not take it. As he took another deep inhale of hell’s hot air, his eyes turned down to stare down at hopefully his future fiance, but then came that onslaught of familiar warm fluttering in his chest. Your eyes shined with the city’s lights, and he couldn’t help but remember the first time he admired you staring off on your shared first date. The reminder of the night pulled a smile from the corners of his lips, the two of you had come so far since that night together, and he knew he wanted to continue the rest of his eternity with you. 

Eventually his wings flapped and you two made a safe landing under the shelter of hellish vermillion trees. Your feet settled against the grass as you regained your balance, but then butterflies filled your chest as you looked towards the scene he had prepared for you. Fairy lights were threaded through the branches of the crimson trees that surrounded you, and in the field ahead there were glimmering orbs of golden magic that illuminated and floated around a large plaid blanket laid carefully in the grass, with sprinkled flower petals fallen all across it. The two of you took a few steps onwards into the clearing, and your eyes remained captured by the sight of the roaming orbs of light. Lucifer couldn’t help the love that continued to flourish in his heart as he watched you admire and toy with his magic while the two of you continued your trek. Then he found what he needed; he saw the opportunity to finally at least start to speak right in front of him as you were slightly distracted. As soon as the realization came over him, it seemed liked the words just started to tumble out of him.

“Sweetheart…. I-.. I just want to say that I’m so incredibly happy to be with you.. I just love you so much, and I don’t think those words can even truly encapsulate the way I feel about you.” 

Lucifer’s steps slowed along with yours as the two pairs of feet finally hit the soft, patterned fabric below you, and he lead you to sit comfortably across. Then his small speech continued. 

“I-.. I’ve been thinking over our relationship together lately.. And I can’t help but be reminded exactly why I love you so much with every memory that comes up. The spark I sensed from you when I first saw you, your ambition and kindness even when we were just friends, the way my heart races just from looking at you, your playful and albeit teasing nature, how you can make me feel utterly at peace just by holding me close, and god sweetheart… just by being you.” 

Lucifer’s head tilts downwards as he takes your hand in his, and lets out a shaky breath as he feels his heart pound against his chest.

“I just.. I’ve realized.. When I look to the future I only ever see you in it, and I don’t ever want this to end… I’m.. um…” 

Lucifer paused and peers back up to you as he feels your soft hand squeeze his, only to find a loving expression painted across your face as a joyful tear runs down your cheek. He returns your warm smile with his own as he takes a deep breath and continues. 

“I’m..hoping you feel the same way.. A-and that maybe..” 

He shakily removes his hand from yours to retrieve the dreaded velvet box, and fumbles it open to display the shining personalized ring he made for you. 

“You’ll do me the honor of marrying me..?” 

Without any hesitation, you bounded forward, wrapping your arms around the devil’s neck before capturing his lips in the most tender kiss you could give, hoping to translate all of your devotion through the affection you were giving. A huge wave of relief cleaned all the anxiousness from his heart as he was wrapped in your arms once again, and Lucifer returned the kiss with the same amount of passion. It was as if the two of you were kissing for the first time again, as continuous sparks seemed to fly from the loving contact you shared. Mutual continuous tears flowed down your cheeks, as you continued to kiss, but eventually the passionate moment came to an end as you slowly pulled away, and felt his forehead lean against yours. Then started to share the little oxygen that fell between the two of you. 

“Yes Lucifer.. Yes..”

“what the hell?”

needless to say, you were confused to see your best friend, suna, standing at your door at three fucking am, looking drunk with his hair drippin wet thanks to the rain.

“hi,” he says and staggers into your apartment.

“dude!” you exclaim.

“hey hey, it’s fine, we’re cool, we’re bffs,” he says, a sly smirk on his flushed face.

yeah, he is definitely drunk.

“please don’t sit on my couch —” you say, but it was too late, he was already sitting down, letting out an exaggerated sigh as water droplets drip down on your sofa.

he pats the spot next to him, giving you a lazy grin, you scowl at him but decide to humor him and sit down next to him on the couch.

“god, i missed you,” he tells you and you huff, “i just saw you, two days ago.”

“what? I can’t miss my best friend?” he says, a slight pout on his lips.

you sigh, “rin, what’s gotten you so drunk so late?”

he hums in response and rests his arm on the back of the couch, “tsumu.”

“don’t you have practice tomorrow?” you ask and he shakes his head, letting out a sigh and you can smell the alcohol on his breath, “i’m calling in sick tomorrow.” he slurs.

you nod your head along, entertaining him for the most part — rintaro wasn’t easily drunk, so for him to be staggering into your apartment at three in the morning meant the he seriously had more than his fair share.

all thanks to atsumu.

“do you wanna know?” he suddenly says.

you quirk an eyebrow, “do i wanna know what?”

“how much i like you.”

your heart stutters in your chest, “....you like me?”

he grins, and his face flushes even more, “what’s there not to like?”

you laugh awkwardly, “okay!” you exclaim, “lets get you to bed, no?” you say in an attempt to  change the subject.

“y/n,” he says, a serious look on his face, “i like you.”

it’s true, he likes you, maybe even loves you, and it’s gotten so hard for him to deny or ignore, every song he listens to reminds him of you and he’s been dreaming about you, it’s gotten so bad.

you hum, and pause, then smile at him, ruffling his hair, “tell me that when your’re sober, rin,” you say because you hope to god that it’s true.

he blinks up at you, then nods his head, “okay.”

and as he lays down on the couch, he makes a mental note to himself to confess his feelings appropriately in the morning.

i wanna pluck his brows

“what are you doing?”

you’re currently wearing a kuromi headband and an under eye mask. your posture is abhorrent as you peer into your bathroom mirror, tweezing away at your eyebrows. you squint your eyes and pluck out a singular, stray hair. 

“plucking my brows,” you reply to your husband without even batting an eye. 

ushijima doesn’t say anything. he watches silently as you tweeze out your eyebrow hairs and line them up neatly on a piece of toilet paper. he’s grown used to you and your self-care habits, be it the guasha routine you have in the morning or the terrifying red-light mask you don at night. one time, ushijima was so scared by that same mask because all the bedroom lights were switched off and he thought the devil had come for him. you barely avoided being hit in the face with his mean left hook. 

it’s not like ushijima doesn’t take care of his appearance. he had a minimal skincare routine of actual face wash (not bar soap!) and some moisturiser, but anything beyond that was unknown territory. you helped out with organising a simple schedule for masks, retinol, exfoliation, and sunscreen. he likes it when you help him do his skincare, soft fingers working the product into his skin. 

“do you want to pluck my eyebrows too?” ushijima offers. 

now, you turn to look at him. kuromi’s ears wiggle with your movement. behind on the counter is ushijima’s own corner where he keeps his skincare and razors neatly organised, his matching cinnamoroll headband neatly atop everything else. 

“are you sure? it hurts, toshi. i could do it for you if you want, though.”

ushijima wakatoshi is a strong man. he can deadlift about 200kg, he’s 192.7cm tall, and has played in the olympics before. surely he can handle some eyebrow tweezing. 

ushijima insists because he always wants to share experiences with you, even in the most mundane of things, so you concede because you do want to see him react to having his eyebrows plucked. he helps you sit on the bathroom counter and stands close enough that your knees brush against his abdomen. he places his palms on either side of your thighs, kissing your hairline affectionately. 

you take your time to comb out ushijima’s eyebrows with a spoolie. he’s blessed with rather thick brows and a nice, gentle arch, but you spot multiple stray hairs near his tails.

“i’ll just help you clean up the shape, okay? let me know if it hurts. i’ll start with this side.”

ushijima hums and closes his eyes as you place your thumb under his eyebrow to keep the skin taut. your tweezers find their target, and you pluck the offending hair out of his skin. 

ushijima jumps. his eyes are watering as they fly open, his brown bone stinging with pain. he doesn’t want to admit that his asshole just clenched. you stifle your laughter at his bewildered expression.

“toshi? are you okay?” you soothe. 

you kiss his brow. 

“how many more do you have to do?” he asks, deadpan. 

“mmm… maybe twenty on each side?” 

he pales. alas, ushijima wakatoshi is not a man who backs down from anything, even the most butthole-clenching pain of eyebrow plucking. he squeezes his eyes shut and lets you continue. 

the next day, he shows up to the olympics team training with neat eyebrows. kageyama stops mid-step to stare at him and even tilts his head to the side.

“you look different, ushijima-san.”

“do i?”

ushijima takes a sip from his bottle. 

bokuto gasps loudly. “woah! you’re like, ten times more handsome today, ushiwaka!” 

ushijima thinks of you, giggling as he furrowed his face in pain last night, determined to make it to the end of his eyebrow torture. you kissed him every single time you plucked a single hair. a small smile replaces the stoic expression on his face.

“thank you. my wife plucked my eyebrows for me.”

I don't want to talk about how long this has been in my drafts but I'm finally biting the bullet and posting it lmao have fun

It's intimidating. Sitting on your knees, it sat right in front of your face. Bigger than any other cock you've had in your mouth. Will it even fit? You look up at Kirishima nervously. He seems confident in your abilities, at least. You start off easy, poking your tongue out to lick at the head.

"Don't be shy, honey," he tells you, gently pushing himself against your lips. A small nudge to coax you along. "Can you suck on it?"

You pucker your lips around him, suckling and looking up to him for approval. He smiles, nodding encouragingly. It's not that you weren't experienced. But were you experienced enough for it to be good? To meet his expectations? The thought made you nervous, but you tried to take him a little deeper.

Another presence suddenly loomed behind you, the third person in the bedroom finally getting himself involved. He stood so close that when you moved your head back so that just Kirishima's tip rested on your tongue, you accidentally bumped into him. It made you jump a little and you tried to tip your head back to look up at him, but Bakugo's palm landed roughly on the top of your head, tilting it back down to focus on what was in front of you.

"Keep sucking," he instructed you.

Following his instructions, you slid your lips back down Kirishima's shaft, making it about a third of the way before you got nervous again and pulled back to just the head.

Bakugo grunted. "You can do better than that, we all know it. Heard you talk a lot of shit over drinks last week about deep throating that loser you went out with- take it deeper."

You took a deep breath, eyes flitting up to Kirishima's.

"It's okay baby, just give it a try. Little bit more at a time," the redhead encourages, brushing your hair back out of your face.

You tried taking him further into your mouth, getting just over halfway. As you withdrew, your head bumped into Bakugo again, standing ever so slightly closer than before so that the contact was unavoidable. He still wore his jeans, but through the fabric you could still feel Bakugo's cock starting to stiffen.

At first you thought you imagined the push against your skull, but the second thrust from behind you was unmistakable. Bakugo pushed your head forward with his hips, making you take Kirishima a little deeper into your mouth.

You squeaked as your cock sucking was guided by a couple experimental thrusts, but Kiri had no reaction other than a happy hum. Was he familiar with this behavior from the blond looming behind you?

Regardless, he seemed to enjoy how he was now reaching down your throat, feeling the warm squeeze around his member.

You gave up all resistance, letting Bakugo's thrusting hips control the pace at which you sucked Kirishima's cock. He pushed you further down his shaft, made you speed up and slow down as he wished. Bakugo was having fun controlling you this way; you could feel him growing harder against the back of your head.

"See," he growls, pushing you closer and closer towards taking it all. "Fucking knew you could take more than that." He shuffles a little closer, giving you less room to pull back and keeping at least halfway down the shaft at all times.

"Can you take it all, baby?" Kirishima asks, stroking your hollowed cheek with his palm. He glances up to his friend. "I wanna see her try."

Bakugo slows his thrusts, focusing on pushing you deeper and deeper. Your eyes watered a little as your throat was further intruded upon, but you didn't want to stop. You whimpered as your nose finally brushed against his closely trimmed pubes, and with a bit more firmness, Bakugo was pushing you all the way.

"Take his cock," he whispers. "Choke on it if you have to, but keep it there."

The gurgling sound as drool spills from the edges of your stretched lips sounds gross to you, but it makes Kirishima moan.

"Good job, pretty girl," he says. "Take my cock so good in that tight throat- we knew you could do it."

Bakugo let's you pull back a few moments later, giving you a few rough pets to the top of your head.

"You really are a cockslut, aren't you?" He barks. "Bet you can't wait to swallow his cum."

He crowds behind you again, denim clad groin setting you back onto a steady pace.

"See how bad she wants it? Look how fast she's going," he grunts to Kirishima, as if he's not the one controlling you. He's no longer experimenting with different paces, keeping you steadily bobbing up and down on Kiri's cock at a speed that makes it difficult not to gag. Bakugo's own cock is hard to ignore, hard and bulging and thick, even with layers between it and your skull. There's a subtle grind to the way he thrusts against you and you know he's getting off just as much as the man in front of you is.

"So fucking good, honey," Kirishima breathes, his head lolling back for a moment before falling back forward to stare at you. "Gonna cum soon- you gonna take it all f'r me?"

"She will," Bakugo says, accented by another forced, deep thrust. "She'll take it all."

You whine loudly, the thick cock in your mouth only able to muffle you so much. You think maybe that's what tips Kirishima over the edge- moments later you feel the thick ropes of cum shooting down your throat and flooding up into your mouth. You gag, bracing your hands on Kiri's thighs as you tried your best to take it all down. Bakugo holds you down as Kirishima's orgasm punches through him, pornographic level moans leaving the red head's lips, but you can still feel him grinding against the back of your head. Bakugo cums soon after Kirishima does. As cum dribbles out of the corners of your mouth, you feel him tensing and twitching behind you, his own moans much more held back but impossible to hide.

Kirishima steps back, his cock flopping out of your mouth and swinging in front of you like a hypnotizing pendulum, and he tries to help you wipe the cum from your lips, chuckling as you grab his wrist and suck his thumb into your mouth.

"Aw, what a sweet girl," he coos.

Bakugo breathes heavily when he, too, steps back from you. You can feel a wet, sticky patch on the back of your head where his cock had been sitting against you.

"Hope that pussy's ready for a reward," Kiri tells you, placing a kiss on your forehead before he starts dragging you up to guide you to the bed. "Katsuki's a bit of a friend with his own mouth."