lucifer knew he was overworked. the signs were all there - heavy bags under his eyes, painful crick in his neck, seemingly permanent irritated attitude. but he’d had years to get used the heavy workload, taking on his brothers’ responsibilities too, no doubt in his voice as he put them before himself. his shoulders were broad enough, strong enough to carry the weight of the world, he didn’t care whether they were in the celestial realm or the devildom.
but lucifer didn’t like seeing it happen to you.
the exchange programme had been hardest on you, stuffed to the brim with new information and expected to navigate the sudden change in surroundings. you dutifully completed your studies, bridged the three realms and took care of the seven demons who you’d come to adore. lucifer blinked away the heat that threateningly pricked at his eyes at the thought. you meant more to him than he knew how to show, how to put into words either. he could only hope his sincerity around you was enough.
a call of your name surprised you after dinner, ready to turn on your heel and trod back to your room, fill out out some paperwork diavolo had asked of you and practice the spells solomon had so kindly taught.
instead, you meet lucifer’s gaze, eyelids heavy though stare gentle.
“come here,” lucifer’s tone is as stern as ever, but this time his demand seems more of an instruction. you nod, shadowing him to his room, a place familiar to very few.
you flounder in his doorway for longer than you mean to, mind dazed and gaze unfocused. your name once again snaps you out of your haze, heat creeping up your cheeks. “sorry, i- um,” you stumble, not quite sure which words you’re trying to get out.
“come here,” lucifer repeats, a little softer this time now that his only audience was you. he pats the end of his bed gently and you can’t find it in yourself to decline, moving before you can think.
you’re embarrassed that the soft touch of the sheets and the warmth of the demon beside you sends you unravelling, bringing about a sudden swell of emotion. you suppose it’s a result of how fatigued you are, feelings on the brink of spilling and barriers all but worn down; lucifer knows better.
the demon’s big hand finds it way to the back of your head, ever so gently pushing you closer into his side. the steadiness of his hold is comforting, stabilising, and you feel for the first time in a while that you can truly breathe. in, and out.
“don’t think i don’t know how much work you get, and how hard you try,” lucifer whispers as the rise and fall of your chest evens out and you finally let your eyes flutter shut, if only to hide their newfound wetness. “get some rest now,” he hums, “i’ve got you.”
i love your writing! and i saw your asks were open! so would it be too presumptuous of me to ask for a fluff piece of luci x mc after a long day at RAD? <3 thank you!
Ticklish
Pairing: Lucifer x gn!MC
Genre: fluffy fluff
"EY! EY MC! MC MC MC!!" You hear Mammon's voice from down the hall. You were surprised to see that he was strung up from the ceiling in front of his own room.
Beside you, Levi snorts at the state of his older brother. He takes out his D.D.D. and snaps a few pictures.
"Oi! Don't take pictures! Have a little respect for your older brother!" Mammon struggles under the tight hold of the ropes, making him wiggle around like a worm. "Pft, older you might be, but stupider too" Levi gives Mammon a couple of pats and heads off to his room.
You two were the last to arrive home from RAD, and Mammon hanging from the ceiling wasn't exactly what you thought you'd encounter.
"Where's Lucifer?" Was the first thing that came out of your lips. A fatal mistake that caused the second born to throw a fit. "Nice to see ya too" he frowns. All you could do was lightly giggle at his classic response and offer to help him down once he told you where your boyfriend was.
"He's in the music room being a total grouch!" Mammon complains, wiggling some more, causing him to sway around in midair. "The second he sees me he strings me up like this! I haven't even asked him anythin' yet!"
When Mammon gives you the information you needed, you let him down gently and headed straight for the music room.
You were worried about Lucifer. He's been grouchy all day. In the morning you thought that it was just natural that he was a little cranky, since he wasn't such a morning demon. But throughout the day, with all the tasks and student council work he's had to take care of, his temper tantrum only got worse.
So, despite feeling exhausted from a day's work at RAD, you decide to go and check on him.
As you neared the doors to the music room, you could hear faint melodies of the piano being played. The beautiful notes danced through the halls, keeping you entranced to the tune.
You find that the doors to the room was open, so you quietly slip in and lean on the wall next to the door, inside. Lucifer's back faced you as he moved with such elegance and grace while he was playing the instrument.
It was always soothing to watch Lucifer play the piano. He performs delicate touches that produce wonderful sounds. And you'd always catch yourself smiling softly while your eyes rest closed.
The music stops abruptly after a few more seconds of you being inside the room. He knew you were there, he just let you think he didn't.
"Did you need something?" He turns around to face you, still sitting on the piano bench.
You offer an affectionate smile and walk towards the worn out demon. "What you doing here, being all dark and brooding?" you ask, threading your fingers through his hair at the sides of his face, pulling him closer to you for a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
A relieved sigh escapes his lips as you planted your kiss. It relaxed him to feel your touch.
He leans on your chest, just below your collar bones, letting you pet his head tenderly, leaving his arms to dangle in between his legs.
"You push yourself too hard sometimes. You know that, right?" You continue when he said nothing in reply.
Lucifer didn't have the energy to answer you just yet. And since he found comfort in the beating of your heart and the sound of your voice, he used them to recharge. After a few moments, he pulls back and looks you in the eyes, taking your hands in his.
"I could say the same to you, MC. You've done a lot today, haven't you" He says as more of a statement rather than a question.
You were surprised he even noticed how tired you were. But then again, this was Lucifer after all. That being the case, he got up and lead you to his room, hands entangled in each other's.
"You strung up Mammon again" You brought up casually as you paced. "You promised you wouldn't take your anger out on him, remember?"
Lucifer let out a small chuckle at your words. He did promise not to pick on his little brother anymore, but this time was different. He tells you that he caught him ditching classes again earlier and only gave him due punishment. The way you pouted though, that's what really brings out his smile, no matter how faint it was.
When you arrive at his room, he urges you to take a rest on his bed while he heads for his desk, eyeing a stack of papers on it. But just before he could let go of your hand, you tighten your grip and pout at the first born when he looked at you questionably.
"Yeah, I don't think so" You call him out and pull him towards yourself so that the both of you fell into bed together before he could even utter a comeback excuse.
Lucifer held his weight over you with his elbows on either side of you, looking down into your eyes. He was flustered for sure, but he did his very best not to show it.
"I could've squished you" Was the only thing he managed to say, which made you laugh. This side of him that only you were allowed to see made you all tingly inside. He was another demon when you two were alone, and frankly, you loved that.
You two roll over when Lucifer takes you into his arms, forcing you to be the little spoon in the sudden cuddle session. "Ah-! L-Lucifer!" You try to break free from his dominating hold, but to no avail. "Is this not what you wanted?"
Spending time with Lucifer was definitely what you wanted. Cuddling? Sure! Being vulnerable to tickles? Not so much. He's done it before, and now was the perfect time when he could potentially do it again. In the position you're in? He could totally go for it. It was an accident how he found your ticklish spot before, but ever since then, he exploited that spot to its fullest, enjoying every moment of giving you the tickle torture treatment whenever you misbehaved or were giving him the silent treatment for something you were upset about.
Fortunately, that wasn't the case. He didn't seem to have the intention to tickle you today. Instead, he snuggles his face right into your neck. He loves how warm you feel, it contrasted his cold nature.
"You are lovely" he whispers soundly and you get flustered at the gesture. Lucifer always seemed to have a way to calm you down even after a stressful day. He then proceeds to plant little chaste kissed all over your face and head, which you enjoyed immensely.
Lucifer's breathing was steady and monotone, but the way he held you this time was different from other times he did, which gave him away despite desperately trying to hide his exhaustion. He was still tense after the day, so you offer to massage his shoulders.
At first he was reluctant. He wasn't so sure letting you massage him was a good idea after you also had a tiring day at school. Nevertheless, he gave in and let you kneed his shoulders as he lay on his stomach on the bed.
Lucifer melts at your touch. He could feel himself unwinding and all the knots in his muscles untangled themselves at your command. How were you so good at this??
"Is that good?" You smile, already knowing the answer.
He intended to praise you for your meticulous methods, but a strange feeling arose from the base of his neck, where it met with the tops of his shoulders.
"Ah" he held himself back before the rest of his little chuckles spilled out. He couldn't believe it. Was this unfamiliar feeling... the feeling of ticklishness?
Despite him hoping that you didn't notice, of course you did. A mischievous smirk had already formed on your face and before Lucifer could move to defend himself you had already clawed your hands tightly into his newly discovered ticklish spot and hopped onto his back so that he couldn't get away so easily.
"-!" Lucifer was squirming under your hold while you enjoyed every bit of the moment. "Luci! I never knew you were ticklish here!" You'd laugh, and he would hold in his own laughter. "Actually, scratch that. I never knew you were ticklish, period!"
You managed to get a few good snorts out of the demon until he turned the situation around, making you the subject of tickling now.
"W-wait, what are you-?!" You exclaim and fall into his flawless, and inescapable tickle hold. "Ah-! L-Lucifer wait-!" You cackle uncontrollably. He showed absolutely no mercy.
"What was that, MC? Please speak properly or I won't understand you" he says with a straight face as if he weren't about to make you explode. You could already feel your eyes bulging out of their sockets because of how hard you were laughing. The sadistic demon had no intention of letting you even breathe in between chortles.
"I-! I said I was s-sorry! Please have m-ercy on me!" You finally manage to giggle out after about five minutes.
Afterwards, when he let you off of the hook, you pout at him. "You're such a sore loser"
He would take a second to let you finish your sentence, and would smile lightly afterwards. "How can I be a loser when I'm with the most perfect human in all of existence?" He asks. "Does that not make ma a winner?"
His smooth flirting, and sly words catches you off guard and makes you heat up, looking anywhere but at him. But he pinches you by the chin and leads your gaze back to him, sealing the movement with a kiss.
"I love you, MC" he says after the tender kiss he just pulled away from. "You look out for me despite the fact that I don't need it. And for that, I thank you, love"
"Hey Lucifer, it's time for din-" Satan's voice wakes the both of you up.
You smile back. "Of course I'd look out for you. Who else would?". You both giggle at your remark and settled down. And with that, your evening continued in each other's arms, soundly snoozing until dinner time when Satan walks in on you two.
He takes a moment to look at his brother in disgust, then turns on his heal. "Absolutely revolting"
Once he was gone, you and your demon share a little laugh.
I'm so glad you like my writing!! And tysm for the ask! Though I'm extremely sorry that it took this long to post :,) school got the best of me and I was pooped. But anyway, here's the fic! I hope it was worth the wait and that I didn't disappoint!
𓂅 genre: childe, diluc, zhongli, xiao x gn! reader
𓂅 warnings: none
𓂅 summary: how they react when you go shopping and tell then you forgot your wallet
𓂅 note: eyyy it’s rich boys ft. zhongli n xiao 😎 anyways as you can see below,,, there’s going to be other version of this fic featuring different fandoms/characters i’ve been thinking about writing for for a while now!! i hope it won’t be weird seeing me post something other than genshin content 💀 if you think i should make separate blogs for separate fandoms just lmk hehe. ALSO!! got inspo from those couple vids of “telling my bf i forgot my wallet” trend on tiktok :“D. OKAY ENOUGH OF MY RAMBLING PLS ENJOY THIS FIC N HAVE A GREAT DAY MWAH 🫶
[VALORANT VER.] [HAIKYUU!! VER.]
CHILDE
literally offended™️ like what? what do you mean you expected him to let you pay for shit?
the moment you enter a clothing store, he’s looking at you with a completely lovesick gaze, watching as you scan through the various clothing items.
willingly holds the shopping basket for you as you pick out an item or two, turning them to check their prices.
he sees you reach in your bag, eventually frowning and putting the items back. he’s confused at first, catching your wrist before you can hang the clothes back on the rack.
"why’re you putting them back? they’d look so good on you,” he comments, a puzzled frown making its way to his face.
“i forgot my wallet,” you admit sheepishly, giving him a bashful smile. “it’s fine though. i’ll come back and–”
“you expected me to let you pay?” he asks in disbelief, jaw comically dropping to the floor. you don’t even get the chance to get a word in before he’s snatching those clothes for you and stuffing them in the basket.
“you’re unbelievable.” he scoffs in an exaggerated and lighthearted manner before gesturing to the rest of the store with a nod of his head. “just get whatever you want, babe. don’t worry about anything.”
“are you sure?” you ask doubtfully, looking around the rest of the store with a barely concealed look of desire.
“mhm. go wild.” childe chuckles, pecking your forehead and nodding in response. the blinding smile and little fashion show you gave him afterwards was all he would have ever asked for in return.
「Haikyuu boys reacting to you sleeping on the couch when they come home late」
⤷ Bokuto
he chuckles softly, taking off his jacket, as he sees that you’ve fallen asleep on the couch. the loving expression on his face is evident as he takes a moment to admire how peaceful and innocent you look in your sleep. he decides to join you on the couch, gently scooting you over and snuggling into your figure and making sure you’re comfortable. when you sleepily cuddle closer into his arms, warmth blooms in his chest and he presses a kiss on top of your head, murmuring a good night darling.
⤷ Kuroo
he doesn’t realize he’s smiling because at the moment, while looking at you, all he can focus on is this strange feeling in his heart. he lightly pushes a few strands of hair back from your face. when you start to wake, he cups your face, his thumb brushing your skin. “hi, you’re home,” you greet with a sleepy smile and hazy eyes. he hums softly with agreement, “yes, i am,” he says, because it’s true; he found a home in you.
⤷ Atsumu
as much as he appreciates you staying up to wait for him, you being well-rested was also important to him. he frowns a little, seeing you on the couch. from the back, he doesn’t see you dozing off, just that you’re sitting. he blurts out, his voice coming out in the tone of a concerned whine that gets louder with each word, “yahh, y/n, don’t stay up this late — oh sorry,” he blinks as you’re startled awake by his voice. you both laugh a little after a moment, realising the situation. he presses a soft peck on your lips before slinging his arms around your shoulders as, both tiredly making your ways into the bedroom. “don’t wait up next time, okay?” he says, pressing a kiss on your cheek.
⤷ Osamu
making his way towards the couch in the living room, he feels himself smile at the sight of your peacefully sleeping face, your book open in your lap. he closes it for you and gently puts his arms around your shoulder, carrying you into the bedroom. after lowering you down on the bed, he takes a moment to gaze at your features with a soft smile and press a kiss on your forehead. “sleep well, love,” he says quietly before making his way into the bathroom to wash up for bed.
⤷ Oikawa
his heart melts at the sight of you fast asleep on the couch. he quietly crouches down in front of it and fondly looks at you for a while, his chin resting against his forearm. in an attempt to wake you from your slumber, he gently flicks your forehead and cheeks. when you finally open your eyes, he greets you with a beaming smile. “come on, let’s get you to bed, yeah?” he says as he helps you get up, his voice laced with softness.
⤷ Nishinoya
when he comes home and sees you sleeping on the couch, he can’t hide a smile. he closes the door and locks it carefully, takes off his shoes and jacket, trying his best not to make any noise so as not to wake you up. he approaches and crouches beside you, staring at you for a few seconds with the sweetest and most bright smile of all; he brushes a few strands of hair out of your face before gently calling you so the two of you can go to bed. he’d kiss your forehead and tell you you don’t have to wait up for him, that your health always comes first, and that he’s happy to see you anyway.
⤷ Kenma
already tired, he would be touched that you waited up for him and his heart would swell with emotions as he looks at you with a such a fond expression, softly stroking your cheek. he brings the pillows and blankets — yours and his — from the bedroom before gently placing the former under your head and covering the latter over your sleeping figure. he presses a lazy yet loving kiss on your forehead and falls sleeps on the floor in front of the couch while holding your hand.
⤷ Suna
he beams as he notices you asleep on the couch, lying sideways. he tries his best to be extra quiet as he takes his shoes off and tip-toes his way towards you and takes a seat on the floor in front of the couch. he has such a soft look on his face as he watches your serene expression. with a smile, he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. as soon as you start stirring and mumbling something he couldn’t quite hear, he simply places a kiss on your hairline, whispering softly, “i got you, baby,”
⤷ Sakusa
he has a slight upturn to his lips when he finds you dozing off on the couch, your phone still in your hand. his hand reaches towards you, taking the phone before it falls and replacing the empty space with his hand. he watches you for a while, tired but unable to hide the smile on his face. when you stir and your eyes open slowly, he seems unfazed but apologetically rubs soothing circles on your knuckle, “i said not to wait up,” he scolds softly, tsk-ing at your previous awkward sleeping position and the neck pain you might end up having. the smile never leaving his face, he helps you up and leads you to the bedroom.
⤷ Hinata
he completely melts when he sees you sleeping, but he also gets a little worried because he doesn’t want you to wake up with neck or back pain. he smiles weakly because the idea of you wanting to wait for him awake makes him feel loved, even if you couldn’t. it’s okay, he thinks, you’ll always come first and he’d never criticize or judge you for it. he gently picks you up and carries you to bed, covering you and gently caressing your cheek before kissing your forehead.
Imagine how funny it’s be if it was the “break up with my son” trope with rich boy gojo but instead of break up it’s his mother begging you to stay with him forever because he gets insufferably sad/annoying when you’re not around
[ FINALS WEEK ] GOJO SATORU.
“satoru.”
“please don’t leave me,” his voice is croaked, frail, broken. you roll your eyes—gojo has always had a knack for being the most dramatic person in the room, but you think of all his moments, this one might just take the cake.
“this is ridiculous—”
“please,” he even pretends to sniffle, and for a moment, you almost consider actually leaving him. “i’m nothing without you. empty with no meaning—”
“satoru, it’s just for this week,” you say flatly.
gojo has always been spoiled, and truth be told, you don’t hold yourself to the standards you’d like to be able to say you do in order to break the cycle. but really, it’s not your fault—his pout is rather dangerous, and he’s pretty damn good at whining, and he knows how to bat his lashes just right to get what he wants. this time, however, you’re determined. this time is strictly a no-giving-into-satoru time, and he can shed pretty tears all he wants, but you’re not relenting.
“what if you fall in love with someone else during our one week break up? i won’t make it if you do,” he gasps dramatically. you have to hand it to him—his ability in theatrics is at least persistent, even if quite a bit overdone sometimes.
“i’m sure your house would be peaceful then,” you snort. you can just picture the offended pout on his lips even though he’s not here, and you’re somewhat happy that he can’t see the smile you crack over the phone—that would only add to the drama, and he’s already a handful without the addition.
“baby, don’t do this,” he begs, making you sigh.
it’s finals week. meaning all the days of class gojo has made you skip in order to coddle him (again, he’s very spoiled) will soon come back to really bite you in the ass while you have to make up for what you missed to pass your exams. meaning no gojo satoru wil be allowed anywhere near your vicinity as an added distraction to keep you from studying. you know your boyfriend, and you know him well. you know that i promise i’ll just sit and be quiet will turn into his head resting in your lap, which will turn into pouts for your fingers to play with his hair, which will turn into complaints of boredom, which will all end with forced cuddles and an earful of his blabbering as he steals your attention.
and you cannot afford a single failed final.
so, with careful and deliberate consideration, you come up with your solution—which seems to have utterly broken your (painfully) spoiled boyfriend. no staying over the nights for a week is a very hard thing to grasp for rich and spoiled boyfriends who rarely hear the word no, apparently, and gojo is not taking the news lightly.
in fact, he seems to be taking the news a lot harder than you initially anticipated. never did you think a one week ban from sharing a bed with gojo so you can earn your degree would turn into his mother phoning you with a desperate plea to not break up with her son. it takes you by surprise, makes you stare at your phone with a double take to make sure you’re really talking to who you think you’re talking to—and that she’s really said what you think she’s said.
which begs the real question…where did the words break up even come from? and then you realize a certain somebody has exaggerated your rule for the week to something entirely new.
“satoru, you are entirely too much,” you groan, “one week of no sleepovers will not kill you. stop being bratty. and stop telling your mother i broke up with you, liar.”
“you practically are,” he huffs. “you don’t see me all day when you study. now you’re taking away the night too? just say you stopped loving me.” you scoff, and he pauses. “don’t actually say that, though,” he adds quickly.
“some of us have to pass,” you scowl, “i don’t have trust funds to swim in.”
“you can—”
“if you say i can spend your money, you might have to tell your mom we actually broke up.”
“so mean,” he whines, “well, why can’t i just sleep in your bed? i don’t even snore, i wouldn’t bother you,” he protests. he’s stubborn—which sometimes makes your heart flutter (like when he defends your honor to his father) but sometimes (like now, for example) it’s enough to make you wish his lips would sew shut. permanently.
“because,” you sigh exasperatedly, “you never sleep unless i’m in bed with you, and i’m going to stay up very late. stop being difficult—”
“i promise i’ll be good—”
“you are never good,” you accuse, narrowing your eyes. “and you break this promise every time. no sleepovers for this week until all my finals are over. and no more bothering your mom. got it?”
“but this time for real i’ll be good—”
“no, toru,” you say firmly, a hint of finality in your tone. it’s silent, and you can just imagine him deflating, and a small part of you feels just a little bad. “baby, i promise i’ll try to squeeze in some time every now in then, okay? we’ll meet for lunch or something.” you try to ease his conscience, but it doesn’t do much to persuade his sulkiness.
“yeah, whatever,” he mumbles under his breath.
a sulky gojo is a nightmare to deal with—you silently send your prayers to his mother for the next week, and you almost consider saving up for a fancy gift to offer her as an apology. but you also feel just a little bad for your sweet (though annoying) boyfriend. it’s at least the slightest bit endearing that he enjoys your company as much as he does, and you’d be lying if you say you don’t enjoy it just as much.
so you relent—not fully though, you reason. “you can stay only the night,” you mutter, huffing as you hear his breath hitch with excitement, “and you have to stay in the living room until i’m ready to sleep.”
“i’ll tell my mom we’re back together,” he grins.
“we were never broken up!” you hiss as you pinch your nose, but before you can help yourself, there’s a light giggle that spills past your lips.
“she’ll be thrilled,” he chuckles, making you roll your eyes fondly.
“cause it means you’ll still leave the house to see me.”
“true,” he laughs this time, soft and sweet and enough to make you think spending nights with gojo this week isn’t the worst thing to happen. “i love you. say it back—”
“okay bye. i have to study,” you grin as you cut him off, hanging up the line with a snicker.
Miya Osamu always thought that, if he ever got into a relationship, he would be the cool and calm type of boyfriend. The one who's always chill and comes off a bit detached.
But just one month into the relationship with you, Miya Osamu shamefully admits that he suffers from an acute condition of incurable grabby hands.
Yes, grabby hands.
And now that you both are married, this condition has spiralled out of control, morphing into a sort of adorable clinginess. Now he cannot have a good day if it doesn't start with waking up to groping you. Osamu believes you are his lucky sign. As long as he has you he will be fine.
But you know better than that. All of these excuses were his ways of finding reasons to come hug you. But these days the man isn't bothered to even cover up his clinginess.
'What? I'm being clingy? Suck my dick I'm yer husband.'
But he's particularly clingy when he's upset; or has something on his mind.
Like now. It's very difficult to not burn the omelettes you are frying when you have a koala of a man clinging to your behind. Osamu is very comfortable right now. He's set a chair right behind you and is seated there with his arms wrapped around your waist and face pressed to your ass.
You shake your ass, trying to shove him off. But Osamu just grunts and bites into the plush of your buttcheek.
It's almost painful. But not quite.
"What's got you moping like that, Samu?" You ask, flipping the omelet. Yep, it was burnt. You can feel the pout adorning Osamu's face as you switch off the gas stove. Turning around you cup his face in your palms, pushing his chin up to make him meet your eyes.
"Atsumu said my onigiris taste like shit."
Ouch. That was brutal. You and Atsumu both knew how very conscious Osamu was with feedback on his onigiris. And that was very asshole-ish of Atsumu.
You dramatically gasp, lamely trying to comfort Osamu, "Atsumu knows what shit tastes like? Hmm, probably yes. No wonder he spouts so much shit all the time." You ruffle his hair, pushing it away from his forehead as you adore his face now sporting a smile.
Osamu chuckles, nudging his face into your stomach, "Funny how that's exactly what I told him."
"Hell yeah. We won't let him taste a single onigiri until he washes his mouth off all that shit then."
His embrace turns impossibly tighter as he mutters, "I told him that too."
yep. family bonding at the cost of miya atsumu never backfires~
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