#freelancer reader

His body felt like it was rubbed raw, eyes staring through the slits of the blinds into the raining streets of Dahlia. There was again the thrum of anxiety swirling in the pits of his head, reminding him again to check if the door is locked. If the wards in place were enough. If the freelancer was still breathing...

He needed to look.

Lifting his aching, heavy body from the plush chair, he does it again.

Door is latched.

Bolted.

Locked, deadbolted.

The stopper below it is wedged where he saw it last.

Echoes of magic of his own making, wards painting the edges of the door.

Of the one window.

Of the bedroom door.

Though not as strong as he liked, it was enough against any human.

Vindemiator paused quietly at the bedroom, just to stare at the wood - at the grain and mahogany colored stain.

Him.

A powerful demon.

An incubus with the ability to befall buildings.

Scared of such awful, disgusting, deplorable, bigoted humans...

Ones of which he could easily have disposed of.

He scowled to himself.

The door swung inwards and he looked to the bed.

It was relatively large, meant for two.

Since the sweet little cutie had called him as their's in the face of the academy, they agreed to allow him sanctuary. Hearing himself be claimed in such a manner would have been revolting, like being snapped with a chain and ball. Held prisoner yet again with only playing for the sake of survival.

Well, if it had been anyone else.

You were something of a different story.

So apologetic in your repose, away from prying eyes and ears - that it was the only thing that came to your mind to allow you to somewhat shield him.

Something, in his, believed, long dead heart warmed at your protectiveness.

There you laid, curled in knit blankets.

Eyes opened and bleary, but unsurprised to see him awake.

"Couldn't fall asleep?"

Slowly, rose onto an arm - propping yourself up.

"Or... Didn't want to?"

Your tone was all too knowing and his chest gave a squeeze at that despite the irritation. He huffed quietly through his nose and he cut his eyes aside to stare at the door again. Anything to pull away from the vulnerable doe eyes fixed on him.

"Go back to sleep, cutie." Vindemiator almost ordered, about to shut the door.

The gentle feeling of fondness swept over him, from you, he felt pillowed in the show of affection - no matter how surprising it was for him. Borne out of worry, showing such kindness that he believed to be all but lost, even towards someone like him - that had to expose you to the ugliest parts of himself.

You lifted the blanket.

"Come here, Vin...."

He contemplated the offer only for a moment.

Sit in the cold, empty living room?

Or rest in your open arms and welcoming warmth?

Vindemiator pensively shut the door behind him as he made his way inside, twisting the lock twice for safe measure. Magic thrummed from the ward like a reminder, ringing through even as he made is way to your side.

Your fingers, delicate and warm, slide through his and with a small tug - he slid in beside you.

Soaking in the comfort your presence brings, seeping into his skin and taking in the scent of your soap. The contact was so gentle and kind, so utterly comforting as he breathed in.

Almost like a drug.

He could get addicted to it.

"... Are you hungry?" You mumble, squeezing his hand and carefully setting it on your hip.

The incubus stopped at that, searching your still slightly drowsy face for any hesitation.

None.

Only trust.

A soft understanding that he needs to grow stronger.

How naïve could you be?

How could you so easily believe that he would not bring harm to you?

Don't you know that such kindness in world like this is weakness?

That you couldn’t afford to show such....

Warmth?

It's mere existence was something he wanted to greedily hoard, saving a pocket only for himself.

Maybe it's why he withdrew sometimes, unable to properly understand why you handle him so delicately. A light seeping through despite an all-consuming darkness that filled the deepest reaches of his skull.

It wasn't quite healthy.

He knew this.

But it was all much too much.

"Vin?"

He leaned in.

The scent of your shampoo buzzing at the end of his nerves, enough to make him smile.

"You want me to tire you out?" He coyly asked, squeezing your hip. "I can if you want."

A sharp, twist of arousal rung through you - enough to give him to snack on as he pressed closer. Fingers pressing and sliding a top you, peering down at your endearingly sleep-mussed appearance.

You blinked only once, hands slipping over his shoulders, then behind his neck. Nails scratching at the base of his skull, soothing, causing a low purr to rumble from him.

"I asked if you were hungry..." Though clearly revved, how your legs lift and set on his hips. "I'm also asking what you want."

Vindemiator exhaled sharply, his body shuddering slightly.

So thoughtful.

He leaned down, soft, plump lips gracing lingering smooches along your jaw and neck.

Quietly, he thought, sucking softly at the prone skin - listening to your breaths that grow heavy. The heat off you growing with passing second, fingers running over his head.

What did he want?

He huffed and bit down, quietly laughing to himself at the whine he received in return.

Hands warm and calloused slipped under your sleep shirt, squeezing and groping as he mumbled against the skin, "I want you, cutie..."

You gasp.

Such a sweet sound it was.

Filling his belly and his energy like no other person has for years.

As he prepared himself to make you fall to pieces, ready to pull you both to ecstasy... The words you spoke sent him higher and higher upon cloud nine, higher than this world could ever hope to reach.

"You already have me."

There was a rippling sense of euphoria once the morning light touched, bathing the room in a glow that is only barely able to mask the one radiating from the aura inside. It etched a warmth to bathe in, swaddling Gavin in a soothingly comforting wash of feelings.

From his edges to the center of his core, he felt it.

Though his eyes were not yet open, a blanket could not match the feeling curling under his skin. Wrapping around his ribs like vines - heartstrings pulling and shifting alongside each other.

No knots to be felt.

"I know you're awake."

He couldn't help but smile, huffing laugh through his nose. Thoroughly enjoying the pull of arms curling around his shoulders, cheek squished against your sternum.

"Gav," You scolded with no bite, a fluttering beginning in his gut at the nickname "I gotta get up."

Exasperated, not annoyed, more so amused. But also reluctance to remove him or yourself from under him.

"Mmm, but you're such a good pillow, deviant." He mumbled against the skin, peppering a tiny kiss where his lips lie. "You have nothing to do today."

"No," There was a small laugh that vibrated through your chest, your fingers stroking over his head "but I do have to use the restroom."

Gavin moaned in disdain, whining quietly at the prospect of having you slip from his grasp. You hum, gentle and light as you kiss his head.

"I promise, I will be right back."

He sighed at that, but gently lifted his head up to retort

But his breath caught.

Your peer at him, eyes so soft and deep - he could drown in their depths. A smile that pulled at pretty lips that was so sweet and mellow... The way you were looking at him sent a downy feeling cushioning his insides, head spinning in circles at the utter adoration. The sun beams gifting you a glow, bathing you in brilliance like a being to be worshipped.

Even with eyes puffed and lidded from sleep, you were a vision.

"Fuck," He muttered softly, feeling his heart thudding against his ribs as if it'd print itself there.

He really had it bad, didn't he?

Blinking, your brow furrowed in confusion and concern.

"What?"

Gavin doesn't even have time to relish in the squeak that slipped from your lips before it was stifled by his mouth, his arms drawing you into his embrace.

He peppered you in pecks, sweet and long as he mumbled betwixt them, "You're a vision, baby..."

A heat radiates from your face, of which is both precious and amusing. Paired with the adorable pout that only managed to shift into a laugh as he started to blow raspberries onto your skin.

His chest is full.

Like something had finally completed the puzzle.

No more was he just an incubus, nor just the sex machine - he wasn’t just Gavin....

He was your's.

And if you'd have him.... He'd be your's forever.

Lasko didn't expect today to start as it had, from the usual the gloomy rainfall did he get to see the sun again. Though not in its fiery, gaseous, burning glory, but rather in the shimmer of an aura so powerful and blinding. In the beautiful body of a mortal; that took form of a humanborn freelancer.

Flanked by Huxley and arm curled almost protectively around a tall, handsome demon.

The little drop of the sun, with pretty, weary eyes...

Lit the cold walls of his office like no other, flooding it in a warmth and washed over him.

A spark lighting within his core like a match.

His eyes didn't leave your face.

They couldn't stray.

Even while Huxley pried Vindemiator from you, freeing up the space and allowing him to speak with the only person that mattered. Though it meant that he'd have to be kind to such a being; in making sure no more harm came to him.

Seeing you upset put something unpleasant under his skin, crawling through his veins like sludge.

Though he wasn't sure if he enjoyed seeing the fondness, the kindness, you gift to a creature so undeserving. A gentle touch was something the academy was severely lacking, as weak as you might seem to most of the haughty bastards that roam the halls...

True kindness was something only the strong had the luxury of displaying.

"Like a breath of fresh air." He mused to himself, unable to stop smiling.

Lasko held his tongue past that, singing saccharine promises to you in return as long as you do well enough in your courses. That you'd again be able to see that wretched incubus.

You were nervous, so lost, a bit anxious...

Not unlike himself not so long ago.

He is unable to draw breath when he sees the smile that stretched across your lips. The delicate tilting of your head casting your lashes over your eyes so perfectly that he forgoes oxygen just to stare a bit longer.

Gaze fixed as he took in your divinity.

Slightly bowing, you spoke in gracious manner - voice on the air like bells.

"Thank you, sir."

A sharp bolt raced down his spine.

He could feel his ears burn.

It had been long since he'd felt something like this.

Maybe there was some truth in you being the sun... As he felt himself fall helplessly into your orbit.

A comforting warmth like your kindness was clearly a blessing, sent by some sort of power higher than even d(a)emons. Sent to light the drab insides of the academy.

He inhaled again, with scent of rainwater catching his nose.

"Your welcome."

Lasko watched as you lifted your head.

With such a soft expression, he'd first found himself wanting more of it.

More of you.

He felt only this once you were reluctantly dismissed, taking the suns rays with you - he felt cold sitting in his chair. Watching the door where you left from.

His eyes fall upon the edge of his desk, where the edge of something baby blue laid under the ledger he'd offered. Pulling back the book, he sees a handkerchief. The one you wrung for the beginning of the session, one you used to try and mop the rain dripping from your body.

Taking it, his fingers reveled in it's softness.

Wildflowers laid underneath the scent of storm...

It's stitching printed with little birds.

Lasko wondered to himself if your skin was this soft, if you were able to embroider something so cute in such detail. Leaning back in his chair, he pressed it to his mouth - again intaking the soothing smells.

He smiled to himself.

It seemed you'll be seeing Mr. Vindemiator again soon after all...

Staying in your good graces would be beneficial in the long run.

(edit: this is my 69th post y’all.)