Xanxus: His enormous paws were kneading almost, stretched over your lap while the massive cat seemed loving, rolling over like a kitten at play while you only stared and laughed at its precious behaviour that Xanxus seldom saw when he sat near Bester.
But you swore he was the most cuddly lap cat- his yawning muzzle too cute to not stroke with a gentle touch that smoothed over the liger’s fur in a swat of his long tail just adding to Bester’s cuteness and his paw reached to bat at your petting fingers.
“Come look at this!” You called out to your lover, the large cat licking his teeth in a a noise you could call a purr as your rubbed at his belly playfully and cooed over him the way his owner never did. “Xanxus!”
“What?” He thundered into the den then, eyeing suspiciously at the cat swinging its body over toward him in a stretch as though he’d never been cuddling up to you or nibbling at your hair in soft licks. But Xanxus still caught the moments before where his powerful box weapon was merely snuggling against your legs and allowing you to coddle him like a kitten. “What the hell are you doing to my box weapon?”
“Me? He’s adorable- he started it!” You piped up as Bester strode next to Xanxus and sat proudly like he did when guarding his master obediently and calmly- and without licking him to death you added in your head when you recalled the nights when the large lion would appear at your side and give you an ear-full of his rough tongue when you never saw it coming. “Your ball of rage is a cuddly fur-ball, dear.”
He twitched. “Don’t ruin my weapon-”
“Aw, but he’s too cute.”
Superbi Squalo: You swam at night, bathed in dark water, hair slicked back to soaked skin rising just shoulders and neck out of cool water shining all around you when watching the silver above filter out the scenes below.
What lurked underneath didn’t frighten you, your body navigating through currents so calm and with ease as a fin jutted out nearby with the jets of water foaming out around the sleek body of grey that swam swiftly by and left you bouncing in the waves you enjoyed to swim among.
“Alo.” You spoke when letting the water carry you on your back, the lick of cold waves touching your ears and cheeks while the rising level made you feel the brilliant shark’s presence below your form just lying above his watchful eyes since your boyfriend’s box weapon did everything it could to keep you from leaving its sight.
“Come here, boy.” You said again, staring around for the faint blue glow under deep water catching around your body just as what you saw was the shadow under your kicking legs of a sea creature as brutal as powerful teeth and thrashing fins- its eyes bulging yet meaning no harm when his head rose above the surface and met your touch streaking along rough skin that comforted you to know that you weren’t swimming out here alone again. You weren’t about to be forgotten as long as Alo was there watching over you in Squalo’s place who still occasionally glanced through his window to see you enjoying the water and letting the shark guide you through with a hold on his fin.
“You should get inside- it’s getting cold!” Squalo called out from the stone building, eyes chasing the box weapon that led you nearer to the pier while you smiled against its body and felt the shark nudge you off its hefty body in the haze of blue light that would even lead you back home through the dark.
Belphegor: “He’s burrowing in my shirt!” You cried out, watching Bel laugh when the small mink dug his way under the hem of your outer shirt and nestled in your warmth attractively with a swishing tail still peeking out from under the bunched fabric hiding his tiny face hidden by the smallest bangs you could coo over. “He tickles-”
“Mink likes you, huh.” Bel poked at the form of his box weapon through your shirt, watching the little creature scurry to cling to you more when he got closer and Mink hurried to your neck then, popping his body out of your clothes in a rush when speeding to wind itself around your neck warmly and away from his master playfully in a tiny laugh.
“He doesn’t bite, right?” You giggled, feeling the fluffy tail slink around your chin sweetly as its head rested near your cheek lightly under your boyfriend’s watch.
“Not as hard as I do.” Belphegor responded flirtatiously when his hand reached to stroke by your chin, pretending as though he were skirting across your skin to get to his pet curling around your shoulders when he was merely catching a glimpse of what it was like to see you shudder and tense up at his pleasing touch that made Mink perch further back where you lie, letting his master lean in for a kiss before nuzzling at your hair and being just as playful as his owner.
“What? Did you teach your mink to be your little wingman?” You teased as your boyfriend shrugged, looking to his furry friend who seemed to grin back at him deviously with agreement. “Clever- using a cute animal to hit on me.”
“It’s working then?” He retorted slyly as you couldn’t object that having this tiny mink’s paws pressing to your cheek was just too cute and worth every second of having Bel climb over you. “Because I can try something else.”
“Down, Bel.”
Dino Cavallone: The prance of heavy hooves made you nervous, watching the horse shake its head of fiery mane with a soft snort of impatience when seeing what lie in your palm but too far for its snout to stick out and taste the vegetable you held away yet with slight fear.
You weren’t too close to horses yourself, having never touched one, been even near one until now when it gave a light stomp and shook its larger head again while Dino took his own hand and laid it upon his pet’s neck gently in a laugh.
“Scuderia is just hungry- you’re all right.” He assured, patting your back gently when seeing you sigh with worry over holding out your hand for the larger animal to feed right out of your shaky palm that Dino supported carefully just to let the sky horse take a bite out of the carrot you held since he could feed, but didn’t require it. He merely enjoyed having his owner coo over him- letting Dino rub his snout preciously with a lowering of his head that longed to nuzzle close o yours as well when you dared get close enough for Scuderia to nudge at your hair lightly to make you gasp.
“See? Look at that- he’s telling you to pet him.” Your boyfriend laughed, petting the horse’s face lovingly when suddenly helping you up along the fence as well, holding you up fearlessly close to the fence-line where Scuderia dared get so close, nuzzling your cheek with a wet nose to hear you laugh and struggle against Dino refusing to let you down yet before reaching out to stroke down the horse’s nose carefully to avoid fire that you were uncertain of yet. “He wouldn’t hurt you. I promise.”
“No, but no horse I’ve ever seen is practically on fire either- that’s something to worry about at first.” You taunted when your boyfriend eased you back down onto solid earth and let you take to his hand again as you always did, kissing your lips when the horse leaned his head further over the gate and pushed at Dino’s head to gain more attention.
“And this horse is an attention hog too.”
Byakuran: You never saw them at the same time, but you knew they both felt the same way. A white dragon coiling around you with Byakuran nearby as though it were a guardian angel, its roars soft yet immensely warning your ears that its power was a song- bellowing out to enemies that the one they protected was never to be provoked nor attacked lest they wish for death.
And the black dragon became a swarm. Swimming about your form under brush and trees while escaping he things that threatened you without your own wings to run away even when Byakuran had to be close to allow these beautiful beasts to save you.
Their whiskers tickled you shoulders and face wrapping over you like a scarf hanging loose from your body that Byakuran adored so carefully that his box weapons served your kind voice, your unbruised skin loving the way their seemingly feathered bodies felt like that of an angel’s when slowly warming your skin.
“You should name them.” You explained to your lover, sitting with black dragons fluttering around your body nestled in sheets that they wound over like twisting snakes so ready to haunt your peaceful dreams like lap cats nuzzling your skin through the night and keeping one eye open. “They deserve at least that much.”
“You can call them anything.” Byakuran laughed, his head tilting when watching your hand reach out to one dragon, touching its underbelly before watching it streak by in a blur of black that amused you with wondrous eyes. “They’ll love you for anything you say or do.”
“Why?” You dared ask, leaning back to rest while your boyfriend’s fingers took yours under the blanket, stroking over your knuckle perfectly with a cool touch that sparked your desires.
“Because they just love being obedient when I tell them to be.”
Professional Peefer 