Lucifer Is A Very Particular Man.

lucifer is a very particular man.

he wakes up early to enjoy the peace and quiet of the morning, the way the house of lamentation creaks wearily in the silence while his brothers sleep sounds in the their respective rooms. it's sobering. for a moment, he gets to be alone with his thoughts before the day begins.

he'll walk to the bathroom and clean himself up for the day in silence, before dressing and making his way to the kitchen. he appreciates the little things. the silence, the warm light illuminating his room as he unhurriedly prepares for the day, the way the permanent darkness of the devildom retreats ever so slightly as morning breaks. it's nice.

but when he enters the kitchen, lucifer realizes something is wrong. it takes him a minute to realize it, but when he does, his lips curl downwards into a disappointed frown. the kitchen is completely dormant. it doesn't seem like an issue, but it's a stark difference from his usual routine. because this morning, the smell of coffee is absent from the air.

that's right. you spent the night at purgatory hall last night, didn't you?

your relationship is a cycle of small, considerate gestures back and forth. notes on mirrors, doodles on post-it notes, and his favorite-- coffee prepped and scheduled to brew for him in the mornings before he wakes. it's a gesture that has always made him feel loved. he didn't realize how much a missed day would sour his mood.

lucifer starts to brew his own coffee, but his fingers hang suspended over the grounds a few moments before he abandons the idea altogether. he pulls his D.D.D. out of his packet and drafts a short text to you, only satisfied when he hears the whoosh of the message sent.

i missed your coffee this morning. it's never as good when i have to make it myself. message me once you wake up-- we're going to that cafe we like down the street to make up for it.

"Geez, you weren't kidding," Futakuchi mutters as he sinks into the seat next to Aone. "People really don't sit next to you on the train."

Aone gives one silent nod, fists clenched on his knees as he stares straight out the opposite window. The older man sitting in front of it, across from Aone, glances up over his newspaper and does a double-take before awkwardly shifting out of Aone's direct line of sight.

Futakuchi watches the middle blocker from the corner of his eye. Most people wouldn't have seen a change but Futakuchi's known him long enough, they've been through enough together, to recognize the subtle stiffening in Aone's posture.

Though it's a little out of his way, it's not too inconvenient for Futakuchi. He's prepared to take that route again just to keep Aone company--he cares for his teammates even if he'll never admit it--but Aone's not at school the next day.

A quick text in the team-chat confirms he's fine, just a little under-the-weather.

At the end of practice someone taps Futakuchi on his shoulder and whips around.

"Hi. Whoa, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you," you blurt with your palms up. He cocks an eyebrow; you're in his class but he doesn't really know you.

It doesn't stop you from plowing ahead without giving him a chance to speak. "I just noticed that yesterday you were on the train with Aone, the quiet guy who plays on the volleyball team with you--I mean, of course you know he's on the team with you, you're the captain, nevermind. What I'm trying to say is that I saw you both on the train yesterday when I usually only see Aone and I noticed that Aone's not here today so I was wondering if you were still going to take that same train home today even though you usually don't. And it's just that"

--In the brief moment you take to catch your breath Futakuchi realizes he's gaping a weird, horrified way but he's too distracted to change--

"I really hate riding the train. People are creepy and it grosses me out and I always feel better seeing Aone there, too, because I know he's super nice and if something went wrong or I was in trouble I could ask him for help even though I don't talk to him. But since he's not here today I was wondering if you were still going to ride the train...?"

It takes his mind a minute to catch up, to realize that you're actually giving him a chance to talk.

"I...wasn't...going to?" he starts to answer but it trails up into a question as you start to deflate. "But if it matters that much, I can..."

You exhale with tangible relief. "Thank you so much." You cup your forehead. "I'm sorry about word-vomiting all over you. You're just...really intimidating."

He smirks and falls into step with you walking toward the train station.

"You say I'm intimidating?" He snorts, laughing dryly. "Have you seen the wide-berth people give Aone on the train?"

"Of course I have. Why do you think his presence is so comforting?"

Futakuchi's eyes narrow. "If you think his presence is so comforting why don't you sit with him? It doesn't make him feel good that people avoid him so extremely."

"Really?" You wilt a little at this. "I never thought of it that way...I just...Well..." Your smile is so awkward it's more of a grimace. "I mean, you've experienced my nervous chatter first-hand now. I would love to sit with him, I just...didn't want to subject him to my..."

"Uncontrollable verbal assault?"

You scoff defensively. "I wouldn't say assault..." When he lifts his brow, you sigh in relent. "Okay, yes. It can be aggressive. Which is exactly why I don't sit with him."

As the train pulls into the station, wind whipping at your Date Tech uniform, the irony of the situation hits him.

"I think you're exactly the kind of person Aone would want to sit with him."

You give him a darkly skeptical and searching look, falling surprisingly silent for the rest of the ride and Futakuchi doesn't mind.

He opens his phone and scrolls through random bullshit until your stop comes up.

"Thanks, Futakuchi-san," you say quietly. "I'm really grateful you did this."

He sighs dramatically. "It was really thoughtful of me. So inconvenient and out of my way." He lifts his gaze from his phone to meet your eye as you stand up. "You can pay me back by sitting with Aone tomorrow."

He smirks, satisfied with the way you blanch and leave without another word.

Aone's back at school the next day and in top-form at practice.

"Hey big-guy," Futakuchi says clapping him on the back as they leave the court. "I'm gonna stay a little bit later today so I'll catch the train with you next time. 'Kay?"

Aone nods.

Futakuchi practices a few more serves, closely watching the clock as he mentally counts-down.

When he thinks he has the time right he runs out of the gym--not bothering to change or lock-up yet--and sprints down the road.

His timing is perfect.

The train's just pulling out of the station and he can clearly see Aone's distinct back to the window and

for the first time

someone sitting in the seat next to him.

Thank you @dira333 !!

AZRA x gn!Reader 0.6k Words | SFW | Picnic Dates Gone Astray -> Prompts: Going On Long Walks & Kissing in the Rain [ 2K Event Masterlist ]

“I’m sorry," Azra mutters with sincere disappointment.

You rub your arms to warm them up, but you offer him a small smile despite the rain dripping down your face. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

Azra looks like he wants to argue further but decides against it. He glances down and kicks angrily at the dirt path turned muddy by the rain. His body is tense like a wire, and you recognize the frustrated tone in his voice.

He had a rare night off work and he suggested doing something a little more adventurous for your dinner date. The weather forecast was clear when you reached your picnic spot. Within minutes of starting to eat, dark clouds rolled in and the first drops of rain trickled down. He found a semi-dry boulder off the path for you to sit on, and he shrugged off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders.

He paces with nervous energy while he takes out his phone and calls Zekhan and have him bring the car. It's too wet and cold for your picnic, and he wants to get you home quickly before you get sick.

“—you think I would’ve planned this if I knew it was going to rain?” Azra grumbles into the phone. He glances at you and rolls his eyes, and you cover your mouth to stifle your laughter. 

His mouth ticks up into a smile, but then he frowns at something his assistant says on the other end. “Of course I gave them my jacket!“ and you listen with amusement as the two of them bicker back and forth. You’re touched that most of their conversation seems to be focused on making sure you're being taken care of. 

He sighs tiredly when he finally hangs up the call. “He’s on his way, but we need to meet him at the bottom of the path.” He kneels in front of you and rubs your arms gently. Even though his borrowed jacket is keeping you warm and dry, the wind is picking up and you shiver. His own shirt is soaked through and sticking to his skin, but if he feels bothered by the weather, he's doing a good job of hiding it from you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wear this?” you ask him worriedly.

He shakes his head. “I’m fine, love. You keep it on. I don’t want you to get sick on me, not when I’ve still got a chance to salvage our evening together.”

He offers you his hand and pulls you up. He takes the basket with the half-eaten dinner in one hand and laces your fingers together with the other. Every now and then, he glances up at the sky and glares as if the clouds ruined his romantic plans on purpose.

It doesn’t take too long to walk down the path and back to the main road. You spot a familiar pair of headlights in the distance; they flash at you, and Azra waves back in acknowledgement.

You tug on his hand to stop him, and he looks back at you questioningly. “I know things didn’t turn out the way you planned, but I appreciate the effort anyway.” You lean forward and peck his lips with a quick kiss, and you smile when he looks stunned and blinks at you dazedly. “Thank you.”

After a moment he grins at you and leads you to the car. He opens the back door for you so you can slide in first. “Oh, don’t worry—I already have some ideas how I can make this up to you,” he murmurs against your lips when he slides in next to you and pulls you close for another kiss. “I promise.”

alright now miss, spread yer legs f'me."

you gulp and can feel your face heating up as you stare down at the devastingly handsome doctor in front of you and shyly spread your legs.

dr. kita shinsuke doesnt say a word as he gently presses two of his fingers to your clothed cit, eyeing the sticky wet patch on your panties.

"is... is everything okay, doctor?" you murmur, face still hot as you try not to buck and squirm into underneath his intense gaze.

"well i dont quite know yet... m' gonna have to get these panties off and give ya a real close insepection, alright?"

your breath hitches and you quickly nod, lifting your hips gently as he pulls your lacey underwear slowly down your thighs. he stares at your soaked core with a hunger in his eyes.

"gotta taste ya now, alright, pretty?" he mumbles, "make sure this gorgeous pussy is healthy."

before you can say a thing he's licking up and down your folds, groaning and grunting like a man starved. gasps and whines leave your mouth as your hips buck up and his nose brushes against your clit. he wraps his arms around your thighs, effectively pinning them down. a loud sob leaves your throat as you writhe in pleasure, his tongue and mouth working wonders on you.

"p-please, doc-doctor- please!" you squeal, he groans against you and wraps his lips around your clit and gives it a hard suck.

his actions have you yelling out as your cream so sweetly on his tongue. he moans and slurps up your juices, not stopping until you cry out and push at his head. your sniffles subside as he gently strokes your thighs helping you come down from your high.

"seems like yer just fine... but i think you'll have to come in fer monthly checkups."

when you’re inebriated and don’t recognize them — gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: a lil lighthearted (+hopefully humorous) fluff for tn. 🥰

when you’re inebriated and don’t recognize them — gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,400

CW: alcohol, explicit language

Suggestion Fulfilled: how do you think the hashira will react when you're clearly drunk and they want to help you, but you push the away, clearly not recognizing them, and then you say something along the lines of, " No I have a S/o, don't touch me”

~faqs~

“Don’t touch me! You! Gigantic! Oaf!”

*big sigh* 🥲

Smiling gently to himself, Gyomei takes another slow step forward

Thank goodness we’re home he thinks to himself, well aware of how this current situation would appear to unknowing onlookers 🙃 

“I’ll bite you!” 😤

Newsflash: slapping at his outstretched hands is doing next to nothing 🥴

The man is a wall 🧱

“Please,” he tries again, “Let me help you.”

You huff, eyes rolling, “I don’t need help.”

“Your shoes are still on, as is your coat, and you’re heading in the opposite direction of the bedroom.” 🤨

Somehow, the calmness of his voice riles you even further 😒

“How do you know?” you scoff, “Maybe I’m taking the long way around.” 🙄

“Love, I live here,” he can’t help the fond exasperation creeping into his tone, “I live here with you.”

“No,” you snort, “You wish you lived here with me, but that honor belongs to my amaaazing boyfriend.” 😌

“And where might he be?” Gyomei asks politely

“He-” your eyes narrow, confusion clouding your vision as you frown slightly, “I’m not sure.” 😖

“Well how about you call him?”

Glaring at the looming (actually, Gyomei is standing quite casually and relaxed) man in front of you, you tug your phone out of your pocket

“Hey Siri, call The Love of my Life.”

Interesting Gyomei’s heart flutters —> you’ve never actually showed him his contact info

—Fortunately for you, he’s too much of a sweetheart to ever hold this secret against you

—What happens when you’re drunk, stays with when you were drunk 😉

“NO WAY!” you exclaim as his phone begins ringing, “YOU’RE HIM?!” 😳🤯😭

“Yes, love,” Gyomei chuckles tiredly, “I’m him.”

“I’m sooooo sorry,” you whimper, suddenly falling willingly and clingy into his arms, whining now as you pout up at him, “I’m going to have the worst hangover eeeverrr,” gasping dramatically, “Gyyyomeeeei!!!!!”

“As flattered as I am by your interest, I have a boyfriend,” you say, politely brushing off the warm hands of the stranger attempting to help you as you sit haunched on a bench 😮‍💨

Aforementioned stranger’s brow furrows, mouth pursing before stretching into a bright grin, laughter ringing through your ears 🤗

The hell is this guy on? 🧐

“I promise your boyfriend would be okay with me helping you,” Kyojuro chuckles, arms crossed as he watches you carefully 

“Oh yeah?” you mutter, hiding your confusion beneath a cool tone, “What’s his name then?”

“Rengoku Kyojuro!” he immediately answers, still grinning, “Not many people look like him…” ❤️‍🔥

Your face crinkles as you take in the man’s appearance once more, eventually shaking your head as you huff

“Nice try,” you smirk, “But if I was really drunk, then my Kyojuro wouldn’t think twice about getting me home, no matter how difficult I was being.” 😌

*cue a particularly fond memory of Kyojuro carrying you all the way home from the bar when you refused to get in a cab but didn’t want to walk and definitely wasn’t sober enough to sit on the handlebars of a bicycle* 😝

Kyojuro blames the blossoming warmth in his stomach at your my Kyojuro for his next actions

Aka scooping you into his arms and hoping his cologne does the trick 😅

(it usually does — he assumes his sweatshirts go missing for this exact reason 🫢)

“PUT ME DOW- 🤬 BAAABYYY! 😍” you squeal as soon as his sweaty, familiar scent hits your nose, “You do love meee!!!!!”

“I absolutely do,” he murmurs adoringly, unfazed by your sudden switch in demeanor, “After all, your Kyojuro always gets you home, right?” 🥺

“Right!” you beam up at him, your hostility all but dissipated as you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder, “M’gonna sleep now, ‘kay?” 🥱

Kyojuro thinks about how long the walk home is, flexes his forearms, and smiles 🥰

“Of course. Sweet dreams, my heart.” 😴

Send help pls and ty 🙃

This man is at his wit’s end

On one hand, you’re refusing to Uber home with him 😕

On the other hand, he can’t just leave you at the bar 😒

And the last thing he wants is to order two separate rides home, and then have to patiently explain that he isn’t stalking you, nor is he breaking in, because 

“For fuck’s sake, I’m literally your boyfriend!” 😐

“My boyfriend would never speak to me like that!” you retort, eyes narrowed 😠

Actually Sanemi thinks wryly to himself Your boyfriend doesn’t know how to speak in any other way

“Because your boyfriend’s so damn perfect?” he growls, “Doesn’t ever cuss or lose his patience?”

“Well,” you begin pertly, “He is perfect! He brings me breakfast in bed, holds open doors for me, mends the holes in my socks, washes my back when we shower together…” ☺️

Sanemi is very pink rn 😃

He’s torn between wanting to kiss you square on the mouth and never doing a nice thing for you ever again 🫠

“... but he,” you trail off, tears abruptly brimming as you come to a startling realization, “But he’s so ruuude,” wailing as Sanemi simply watches you unfold, “He teases me whenever I stub my toe on something, pushes me off the bed when we wrestle, and, and, and-”

“And what?” he asks dryly

You gulp, refusing to meet the gaze of the handsome, persistent man still standing in front of you — despite your resolute rejections of him, “I think you might actually be my boyfriend.” 😭

He actually laughs, arms opening as you barrel into him, sobbing into his embrace, thin olive shirt sticking to his skin as you squeeze his sides

“Sanemi,” you whisper, embarrassment coating your voice

“Mmm, darling?” his own rich with amusement

“I want to go home,” you mumble 😔

“You sure?” he smirks fondly, “Even with me?”

Groaning loudly, you press your face harder into his chest, eyes closing as you focus on the steady warmth of his heartbeat 💓

Dismay might as well be Giyuu’s middle name

Because he has no idea how he’s going to get you home 😓

Shinobu abandoned you guys earlier, flitting from one bar to the next

And for the sake of his dwindling dignity and pride, Giyuu is not about to interrupt Tengen and his wives at their table to ask for ~assistance 😬

Kyojuro would be an option, if he wasn’t the lightest weight of all, and already home in bed (he left over an hour ago) 🙃

Shit

“Hey,” he waves at you, heart in his throat

“Hey yourself,” you glance up at him, frowning, “I told you like five minutes ago, I. Have. A. Boyfriend.” 😒

The urge to curl up into a ball and cry has never been stronger 😃

For Giyuu, that is 😭

“I know, I know,” he holds his hands up in a careful surrender, awkwardness in his movements as he ponders his next words, “I just… I think you should go home.”

“As in, go home with you?” 🤨

“Uh…” yes 😞

“Look, you’re super attractive and all, but you’re not my boyfriend.” 🙄

Giyuu is hitting his forehead against a brick wall 😵

Repeatedly 😵

Internally, ofc 💀

“What if I was?” he winces as his voice cracks at the end 🥲

Damn it 🫠

“Well that would mean breaking up with my boyfriend…”

He’s staring at you equally exasperated and in love 😖🥰

All you process, unfortunately, is deadpan 😐

“Speaking of which, where is he?” you mutter 😕

I! AM! RIGHT! HERE! 🫨

Giyuu is still hitting his forehead against a brick wall

+screaming every time he makes contact

Internally, ofc

“Can I at least give you my number?” 🥺

“How about this,”  you snap, “You find my boyfriend for me, and ask him if that’s okay.”

Regret isn’t an option as Giyuu immediately spins in a circle, striking a Tada! Pose when he faces you again 😎

🧐🧐🧐 <— you rn

“It’s me, your boyfriend. Tomioka Giyuu.” 🥳

You blink

He holds his breath

“Y’know what,” you finally say, “I believe you.”

Giyuu doesn’t bother digging for details

He grabs your hand (and exhales when you promptly intertwine your fingers with his, hugging his forearm to your chest 💞), and heads toward the exit

—

“Why did that convince you?” he asks the next morning, breath soft on your skin as he sprinkles soothing kisses across your forehead

You smile slyly—despite your pulsating headache—all four limbs squeezing tighter around his body to keep him in place as you murmur quietly, “Because only my boyfriend could make me cringe that hard.” 😌

“Heyyyyy,” he whines, pouting as he squirms in your embrace, exchanging his kisses for gentle bites as you shriek playfully, “That’s not very nice.” ☹️

ushi is so chew toy coded

he comes home from a run one day and he’s in a black compression shirt that you urged him to buy and god are you glad you did. your eyes lock onto his biceps, of course, which almost look like they’re bulging out of the sleeves.

“toshi, that shirt looks so good on you,” you tell him. you can almost see the outline of his six pack, and the way his pectorals stretch out the shirt a little.

“well, you did suggest i buy it, love, so i would hope so,” he replies, smiling softly as you stride towards him.

“like i literally just wanna…”

he doesn’t expect the way you take his arm, and bring his bicep to your mouth, and sink your teeth into it. you don’t do it hard or anything, just enough until you’re satisfied.

he’s puzzled, and he doesn’t hide that in his facial expression whatsoever. however he doesn’t have the heart to question you out loud. perhaps, he thinks, it’s equivalent to you kissing him. then again, why not just kiss him?

when you’ve had your fill, you blink up at him with an face he wants to keep in his mind forever.

“sorry, your arms look so biteable,” you explain.

“did you have fun?” he asks.

“i did, thank you,” you tell him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pressing your lips to his.

it happens again when he gets out of the shower one evening. he walks into the living room where you’re watching some drama series, and he’s in sweats and nothing else. the tips of his hair are wet. he settles onto the couch next to you and in the corner of your eye, you see his pecs. plump. squishy.

“these look bigger,” you tell him, reaching over to squeeze one of them in your hand. “is that why you’ve been in the gym so much?”

“i’ve been going a normal amount i think,” he replies, unfazed by your groping.

“hmm,” you say, like you’re genuinely musing, and then with that you lean in to take his pec in your mouth.

this time wakatoshi chuckles with surprise, a short, deep rumble of laughter at the sensation of you nibbling at his skin.

“is this your… thing now?” he asks.

you sit back, smiling, a cat that got the cream. “mhm.”

after that he’s never safe from you ever again. his forearms, cheeks, neck, collarbones, thighs are all chewed on. he doesn’t complain though. he would never.

wakatoshi has struggled with intimacy and affection his entire life—it wasn’t something he came face to face with often. you, however, are showing him everything he’s missed out on. so now, every time you bite him, his heart flutters and he feels grateful.