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✨🩸 morning after sex, fluff, GN🩸✨
Morning Warmth
Standing at the living room window, Y/N looked out over the scenery outside. They brought their morning beverage to their lips, the sun and the drink keeping them warm inside and out.
The brush of soft footsteps sounded from behind them, Martin entering the room to stand behind Y/N. There was a pause as the two of them stood there.
“Well good morning to you too,” Y/N prompted. Martin put an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, burying his face into the crook of their neck.
“Morning,” Martin murmured, his soft lips brushing against their skin.
“Still sleepy?” Y/N asked playfully, their mind wandering back to the passion of the night before.
“No.” Was all he said, bringing his other arm up to hold Y/N from behind. Y/N smiled, reaching back to tossel the soft man’s fluffy hair. He nestled closer, leaning far enough over their shoulder that he could trail his lips all the way down to their collarbone. Y/N closed their eyes, letting out a soft hum as they raised their head and stretched their neck out.
Martin’s delicate breath tickled Y/N’s shoulders as he continued to brush kisses across Y/N’s skin. He moved his arms to around their midriff, hands moving up to caress their chest. Y/N turned to the other, brushing a hand against his cheek. Martin’s dark eyes flashed up to meet theirs, brows furrowed as he chewed his lip nervously.
Y/N moved their hand down to his chin, taking hold with gentle strength, bringing the other's lips to theirs. Consideringly timidly for the way that the two of them had made love the night before, Martin sunk into the kiss, his tender passion and desperation bleeding through. He repositioned himself to stand in front of them, lips still pressed into theirs, hands remaining firmly and lovingly around their waist.
Y/N hummed softly into him, breaking the kiss to lean down and rest their head onto his shoulder.
"So beautiful," Y/N murmured into his neck. They could feel his ever faint heartbeat through pale skin as they buried their fingers into his hair once again, sliding his fine locks through their hands. Martin didn't reply verbally, but pressed his head back into the touch, chin tilting slightly upwards as his lips parted silently in pleasure. Taking in the sight of Martin with his neck outstretched, his guard completely down, made Y/N's chest swell with affection. Keeping a hand in his hair, Y/N ran their other from his chin to his collarbone, feeling every intake of breath, every twitch and swallow in his throat.
That warm smile reappeared on Y/N's face as they watched the soft man in front of them all but slowly melt underneath their touch. The sunlight on their back now perfectly reflecting the lazy but joyful feeling in Y/N's chest as they leaned in for another soft kiss against Martin's lovely soft lips.
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Thanks for reading, might do something a bit bloodier and filthier with Martin soon
Early morning moments
Hard night. Well soaked. Looks cold.. Cheers boi. 🍻
I asked for adorable steamy fluff and you DELIVERED IT❤️🩷🥰🩷❤️🩷🥰. Thank you for doing my request @fraugwinska .
I swear your stories make my heart skip beats❤️🩷❤️🩷 I need some soft spicy Alastor x Female Reader. Maybe a Morning After scenario with Alastor and the reader (waking up together, being soft and cute. Kisses and stuff and maybe a slight continuation of last night😏😏)
After the last stories I was EAGER to write your request, my dearest @alastor-simp. I've accepted my rank as fluff fairy, and I oh-so-love to write these cute, tender moments!!! Thank you for this ask, I hope I did it justice!
For the best experience, I suggest to listen to Ingrid Michaelson's "Love is', which I imagined the radio to play in the story (and listened to while I wrote it)
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We only have Forever
The birds in hell weren't like anything on earth – their songs were not sweet and melodic, but rather ominous and melancholic.
Which is why, when you were woken by an unusual, bright chirping sound, you thought for a split second you were alive again, waking up from an intense, unusually immersive dream.
You shifted, cheeks still pressed into the white, soft pillow and body messily wrapped in cotton sheets, too drowsy to realize that the chirp was not coming from birds, but the little, vintage radio that sat beside the bed in. It quietly came to life, the search for a channel resulting in high, pitchy squeaks and fuzzy static feedback. Which was always the tell-tale sign of a waking Alastor.
The arm around your waist twitched, causing you to sigh peacefully. Your lids fall close and you let it pull you back into the center of the bed, into a warm, waiting body - a soft chest, thinly covered in silky taupe fur that tickled your nose, an underlying, hearty scent of wood and vetiver and the familiar rhythm of another heart drumming against your ears.
You left your eyes closed, relying on the most comforting senses of touch, hear and feel, the latter came into use as the sensation of sleepy, light kisses on the crown of your head that caused your lips to pull into a blissful smile.
"Mornin' my buck."
"Good morning, my doe."
His voice was nothing more of a mumble, still lazy and half asleep, hoarse and slightly deeper than when up and about. When he finally seemed to have picked a radio station he liked, the room was filled with a soft, dreamy song which suited the very same ambiance that was present - happy, in love, slow, silent bliss. It was one of your favorites, and one of the few more modern ones Alastor tolerated.
He ran his slender fingers up your back and shoulders, through the disheveled masses of hair, stroking it gently with his sharp talons, scratching ever so lightly on the scalp. He pulled himself a little more forward, tangling his legs even more with yours in an effort to maximize the connection of your bodies and minimize the space that span between you.
"Hey, easy now or I'll think you're afraid I'll jump up and leave as soon as my eyes open." you teased playfully, as Alastor nuzzled his nose deep in your hair, taking in deep breaths, inhaling your scent and humming in content.
"I had hoped after all my efforts tonight you wouldn't be able to even if you tried, darling."
You flicked his ear in fake indignation, but chuckled and raked your fingers over his back in soft, tender streaks, your fingertips gliding over his spine and sides. He shivered under your touches and melted deeper into you. A rhythmic, shuffling sound joined in with the faint tune from the radio, and Alastor groaned when you purred in lofty pride.
"Damned, traitorous thing...", Alastor scowled, trying to evade the hand that reached for his wagging tail under the sheets.
"Don't you talk like that about my precious friend.", you cooed and caressed the plush fur on his lower back, scratching with nimble fingers close to the base of his tail, the very spot where he was extremely... responsive. Alastor just growled again, missing any angry or mad edge, his tail continuing to thump louder and even quicker and causing him to whine as he failed to stop its excited sway.
"It betrays me."
"No, it only tells me that you're happy."
Alastor tilts his head to brush his lips over your own, almost not touching, a tiny, bittersweet distance between his and your mouth.
"If it's that much more of a conservationist for you, maybe I should stop talking then."
With a faint, sighed chuckle he finally closed the agonizing gap, lips met lips in a slow and flowing embrace, moving almost at the tempo of the song, it's calming beat guiding the cadence and harmony of his kiss. You felt him smile, more relaxed and at ease that his usual signature grin, even though your eyes were closed shut in drowsiness and enjoyment. The slow, lazy, fullness of this morning's intimacy, of your bodies so closely pressed together in ruffled sheets while hell's sun was only slowly rising on the horizon, making out and embracing each other without the need to rush or be somewhere in another hour or so was a rare occasion and therefore worth savoring.
His hands traveled over your hips, up your waist to settle in a gentle, cradling grip around your neck, fingertips grazing the outer edges of the delicate bite mark still there as a reminder of the contrasting feverish passion you both shared last night. With Alastor - It was war and peace, in a circle - hard, unforgiving, passionate desire at the beginning of dusk, and soft, tender and sensual love at the break of dawn. A clash of burning flames and gentle streams, all on an even ground of equals.
You sensed the slight change in the mood, the licks over your parted lips with the warm tip of his tongue soon turned to be deep and demanding, less lazy and more eager movements from his tongue - exploring the insides of your mouth, playfully flicking yours and circling around and between your teeth. His large hand left it's spot in the crook of your neck and pulled on the base of you head, sinking his digits in the tuft of your hair. You moaned softly into the kiss, more of a wanton, sloppy sound rather than anything else and you started to grow flushed, your skin tingling pleasantly under every touch and lick and nibble.
You deeply enjoyed the roughness and depravity you shared in the nights, you really really did. But this, this was what you loved. It was when Alastor wasn't starved for you, endlessly hungry and hasty to devour you but when you were a well prepped meal, slowly cooked and seasoned with care and love that you felt the most powerful connection of your souls - his touches were careful and secure and when he held you in his arms like this, kissed and adorned you like that, every and any gesture or caress spoke so clearly the sentence he had captured your heart with - you are mine and only mine.
"You are saying an awful lot with that body language for someone who wanted to stop talking, my buck." Alastor laughed fondly at your husky breathed words, rolling you on top of him, sheets sticking to the planes of your bare bodies. You threw a leg over him to sit in a straddling position, your face a mere few inches above his as he rolled his hips and swayed your body against his growing length.
“That's the beauty of a loophole, my doe, for no spoken words could express me quite as honestly as this."
Alastor kissed you once more and, now grinning as devilishly as you were used to, let his hands find rest on your hips, ready to start one more of those heavenly nonverbal conversations before you both had to ready yourselves for the hellish world outside of your bedroom.
Again, thank you for suggesting this. And a big shoutout to @minkdelovely, who made my heart skip with her article on 'Pictures of you'. The fluff fairy had you in mind with this, too ;>)
I got a head start on this week’s discord prompt ‘masquerade”. I think I’m going to make this an ongoing image series, got one more planned for Dio, but I’ll take requests which Jojo characters you want me to do!
Morning after
Summary : You wake up in an unfamiliar bed after a wild night, only to find yourself next to Rafe Cameron. As the memories of the evening come rushing back, you’re faced with the reality of what happened and what it might mean for both of you.
Warnings : none just soft Rafe!
You slowly drifted back to consciousness, the morning light filtering through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the unfamiliar room. Your mind was groggy, still clouded by the remnants of sleep, and it took a few moments for your surroundings to come into focus.
You blinked, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. The sheets beneath you were soft, the mattress firm but comfortable. You frowned slightly as the realization hit you—this wasn’t your bed. You turned your head, your gaze following the room’s details: a surfboard leaning against the wall, clothes strewn across the floor, the faint scent of saltwater and cologne lingering in the air.
Panic bubbled up inside you as you shifted under the sheets, only to realize with a jolt that you were naked. You clutched the blanket to your chest, your heart pounding as your mind raced to recall how you ended up here.
Then, you heard it—a soft rustling beside you. Your breath hitched, and you turned slowly, almost afraid of what you might see. Lying next to you, still asleep, was Rafe Cameron. His chiseled features were softened in sleep, the usual hard edge gone from his face. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, one arm draped casually over the pillow between you.
Memories of the night before started to flood back. The party at Tannyhill had been wild, the music loud, the drinks flowing freely. You remembered Rafe’s intense gaze from across the room, the way he’d looked at you like you were the only person there. You’d danced together, laughed together, and one thing had led to another…
Your pulse quickened as you replayed the night in your mind. The stolen glances, the whispered words, the way he’d pulled you close, his hands warm against your skin. You hadn’t planned for things to go this far, but once you were alone with him, the chemistry had been undeniable.
You watched him now, still fast asleep, and wondered what would happen when he woke up. Would he regret it? Would he want to pretend it never happened? Or… would this be the start of something more?
You shook your head, trying to quiet the anxious thoughts swirling in your mind. Carefully, you began to slide out of bed, trying not to wake him. But as you moved, his hand reached out, catching your wrist. You froze, your eyes snapping to his face.
Rafe’s eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he looked up at you. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. His grip on your wrist was gentle, but firm enough to keep you from pulling away.
“Morning,” you whispered back, your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn’t read his expression, couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and it made you nervous.
He studied you for a moment, his blue eyes searching yours. Then, slowly, he tugged you back down beside him, his arm wrapping around your waist. “You don’t have to go,” he said softly, his voice sincere. “Stay a little longer.”
You hesitated, but the warmth of his body against yours was comforting, and the way he was looking at you made your heart flutter. Maybe, just maybe, this didn’t have to be a mistake. Maybe it could be the beginning of something neither of you expected.
With a small, shy smile, you nodded and settled back into the bed. Rafe’s arms tightened around you, and for the first time in a long while, you felt at peace. Whatever came next, you’d face it together. For now, though, you were content to stay right where you were.