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⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante & Vergil & their petnames for you

notes: I RISE!! We've been in mute mode for a whole freaking year (last fic was uploaded in October 1st, I am so sorry) but we're back in action once more, everybody please clap! This is a random and simple headcanon post, with pure fluffy and romantism, nothing more. Enjoy the ride!

♡ tags: fluffy, gender-neutral reader, no use of you/yours (it's just a silly post this time ueeeeee), no reader's appearance description, petnames, Dante & Vergil are on their fours for ya <3

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante calls you:

Babe/baby (the most classic one let's be honest here)

Princess/Prince/Royalty

Sugar/Sugarcube

My Rose

Sweetie/Sweetheart

Angel/Angelcake

Honey

Honeybun (if he's feeling too lovey-dovey)

Honeypie (if he's feeling way too lovey-dovey)

Love

Hot-stuff

Boo

Berry-boo (I can't with this man)

Legendary Devil Lover

Cowgirl/Cowboy

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Vergil calls you:

Darling/Dear/Dearest

Little Dove

Love

Little Minx (if you're up to something ehehehe)

Sweetheart (only used in private because he's not a man of PDA like his brother)

Angel

Honey

My Queen/King (watch out he's feeling ultra romantic)

Sapphire

My Blossom

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Hear me out…Dante and Vergil using his arm transformed into his Devil Trigger form to warm the belly of his partner with menstrual cramps because they don't have a heating pad around…

notes: hi, anon! In advance, sorry for keeping you waiting for such a long period. Now that's a very adorable request! Been there, went through it, wish I could have Dante to comfort me, it's such a pain in the ass. Well, in this case, in the uterus. Sorry for the bad joke btw hehe

Thank you for requesting and enjoy the reading! 🧡

♡ tags: fluffy, mentions of menstrual cycle and period cramps, (in the most subtle way fr), no reader's appearance description, 2nd pov (you/yours only), gender-neutral reader, I'm sorry if Vergil's part is short I don't know how to write him, the dorks of Sparda are the cutest.

⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante & Vergil using their DT'd arm to comfort their S/O's period cramps

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante

Cuddly, attentive boyfriend is on the way!

Really, Dante is gonna do anything in his league to comfort you and make you feel good. He knows how hard this time of month can be for you and will support you and help you in any way he can.

If you have a craving for something sweet? Do not despair, he’s got this, the best sundae of your favourite flavour just for you. Your legs and feet are itchy and hurting? He’s your man and will deliver the best of his massage techniques — and honey, they’re wonderful. But most importantly, the strawberry on top: Cuddles. 

As we all may know, Dante is in fact a teddy bear and has so much love to give. He’ll cuddle you no matter — it does matter sometimes — the situation, especially considering you’re on your period and are feeling down because, well, hormones are a bunch of bitches. 

That means that it’s no big deal when you don’t have your heating pad on your display. Why, what is a itty bitty heating pad compared to your big, buffy warm boyfriend? 

At first, Dante’s kind of unsure about your suggestion, thinking the rough texture of the scales would hurt you, yet he knows you’re well used to touching him on his DT. So he complies, one arm surrounding you and the other below the uncovered skin of your tummy, keeping your back laid on his firm chest, his chin on top of your head while cuddling in bed and gently massaging your scalp. 

“There we go, babe,” Dante whispers, kissing the crown of your head. “Feeling better?” “Much better…”

In the end you two spend the rest of the day/night in pure cuddles until you both got lured enough to fall asleep.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Vergil

Tea. Tea is the answer to everything. 

Jokes apart, Vergil is really cautious to make you feel good and free from any period pain, from your head to your toes. 

Which, yeah, includes him making the most appropriate teas for you. 

He won’t deny you anything, so have this chance to ask him whatever you want and you’ll have it. Vergil may be a little reluctant to cuddle you at such a time because he thinks you’re way too sensitive for it — on one hand he’s not completely wrong, the poor dork. 

Much like his brother, he’s pretty unsure about the whole Devil-Triggered-arm-cuddling but if it is what you wish, then it must be done. Serving you some mint tea, Vergil hugs you from behind and slowly but surely places his scaled right arm below your belly. If you turned your head right now, you would be able to see Vergil's reddened cheeks and trembling lips. 

“Are you… feeling comfortable?” “Indeed. Thank you, Vergil.”

As the afternoon time died, you both relaxed, Vergil deciding to read a bit for you.

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🥹🥹🥹🥹😘😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️❤️

⋆˙⟡ BOYFRIEND!DANTE ── HEADCANONS!

── content warnings: F!reader, mention of anime, Dante being needy, fluff, cute and light content.

── word count: 653!

⭑.ᐟ Dante is always, ALWAYS, in contact with you and it doesn't matter where or when. — This is not an exaggeration, or a complaint, never. — Whether through physical touches or messages, SMS, — that man only uses his damn cell phone because of you and even though it's risky — he never lets you keep in contact.

“thinking about you right now ;)” “Dante, you only left about 5 minutes ago…?” “painful, isn’t it? do you believe i have an amazing joke ready? i need to tell you when i get back.”

⭑.ᐟ The demon hunter loves to snuggle up to you, to cling to you; being unable, and in his words, impossible, not to be close to you. — Well, that's his biggest weakness. — Dante always kept his hands around you, usually on your waist and caressing the region. — Like holding your hand, caressing your face and massaging your thigh.

⭑.ᐟ He loves receiving your attention, especially when he is between your boobs and receiving caresses, which make him fall asleep instantly. — you know this very well — However, there was one night, after a long and unbearable killing against beings from the underworld, Dante ended up falling asleep during one of the night conversations, which was your routine, and ended up drooling on your shirt.

⤷ The scene was…naive, also pitiful; your boyfriend was tired, he needed rest more than anything else. — And you, wanting to make him comfortable and pleasant, tried to get out of the position, which was to be underneath him, but an extremely sleepy and heavy Dante prevented your action and mumbled inaudible words — asking you to stay there, with him — and even without understanding, you obeyed.

⭑.ᐟ DDR — DanceDance Revolucion nights? This has become a routine worthy of you and Dante. — Every night, no matter what time it is, and even knowing that you have things to do the next day, this gentle game becomes a competition; Dante, without even caring who is in front, doesn't miss the chance to have fun with his girl.

"Come on, ma'am! Make me impressed, go, go!" + “It was with that swagger that you won me over, right, you smart little girl?” + “I can’t believe you beat me at my own game?”

“Shut your pretty mouth, big boy.”

⭑.ᐟ You are the only person, the only thing that can breathe, that can touch or question his necklace. — There is no discussion about that. — Dante trusts you, until his last breath, even though he has reason to distrust everyone and everything, he would never leave or abandon his loyalty and trust in you. — Out of fear, and respect and common sense, you don't dare to touch it on some occasions and Dante realizes this, he finds it funny, cute, pure; feeling loved and so cared for by you.

⤷ “There’s not a day, not a single day, that the memory of the day she gave me that necklace doesn’t cross my mind.” — Dante mentioned his mother, able to feel a small and unbearable burning in his eyes; he sighed, arranged you in his lap, directing a compassionate look in your direction as your fingers pass through the cord, without touching the amulet. — “And every day, i’m sure she would adore you.”

⭑.ᐟ Dante knows how to be a knight with you, and he really does. — Last piece of pizza in the box? He makes a point of leaving it for you, and that's a high-class knightly role in his eyes. — Even living such a complicated life, working with something so violent and filthy, he can't help but indulge his girl in a few whims.

⤷ Little writings on small pieces of old newspaper, which he left in his pants or jacket pocket, telling some joke or unfunny pick-up line and decorations are typical of Dante. — Teaching you to play pool and then beating him and your prize are moments of grabbing? Oh, Dante is a lucky boy.

[ghoulsister1]

Dear Weirdo Jelly,

I have a NSFW idea for Mike in the Winter Event 👀 Mike is the keeper of an Inn in a small isolated village. With it being winter, not many people have been visiting the area due to the blizzards. We also live in the village, and we know Mike well 👀 Loads of mutual flirting and unspoken fluffy love. With a particularly fierce storm, we hurry to check on our beloved Mike in the Inn. It’s empty outside of him, no one daring to travel that day. Mike worries about us wandering outside, so he encourages us to spend the night in the cozy inn. Let’s just say some feelings were revealed and some steamy heat filled the air outside of the fireplace’s warmth 👀

-Le Skittles

Cosy

Pairing: Mike x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, romance, fluff, confessions, smut, loving, fingering, communication, safe sex, gentle, aftercare.

Concept: You go to check on the man you love before the next blizzard hits. You chat to Mike as he chops wood only for the next blizzard to get closer. Mike hurries you inside and keeps you warm by the fire. You both chat about why you're there, and why you risked your safety which leads to a confession. Things get heated between the two of you and Mike makes delicate, sweet and passionate love to you in front of the fire.

Link to event

Your breath curled in the air as you hurried through the snow as fast as possible to Mike's inn. You had woken up to see the end of the first storm and soon there would be another one. You were worried about the man who had your heart. You had yet to confess, but he still had your love.

You felt your cheeks burn, but not from the cold. You kept thinking of how Mike would flirt with you, how he'd caress your cheek as he smiles, how he'd easily lift and move you, how he'd listen to every word you say and how he'd care so deeply.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Mike out in the snow showing off his muscle as he chopped firewood. You whined a little before dragging your legs through the high snow and finally reaching the path Mike must have made.

Mike grunted as he chopped a huge log in half. He wiped his sweat and looked over to the path to see you. He called your name as he propped his axe up. "What are you doing out here?"

You moved closer. "I was worried about you being out here all alone. I thought I'd come check on you before the second blizzard hits."

He towered over you and smiled. "Thank you. I am well, but I'm worried about you. My long legs can handle all this snow. You must be exhausted walking this far to see me."

You fiddled with your scarf. "I'm okay."

He reached over and rubbed your cheek. "Is the scarf I got you keeping you warm?"

You nodded. "Very."

He hummed a laugh and grabbed his logs. "Let's get you inside and warm, okay? We'll go together."

You gasped a little and followed him. "Do you need help?"

He handed you a log. "Carry this one."

You pouted at him. "I can carry more."

He smirked. "You ever think that maybe I want to carry all this to impress you?"

You blushed hard. "R-Really?"

He winked at you. "Really."

"Well, I'm impressed."

"Good." He opened the back door and let you in. "Put the log by the front fireplace in the main hall."

"Got it."

You kicked off the snow and ran into the big main hall where some sofas sat in front of the grand stone fire. You placed the log down and looked around the room. You admired the welcome desk made from wood which was handcrafted by Mike. The grand stairs were against the wall on one side and went up to the rooms.

Mike grabbed your waist making you jump a little. "You should take your coat off."

You nodded and started taking all your winter things off until you were just in your top and jeans. "You keep this place warm."

He smiled and pulled his things off so he was only in a flannel shirt and jeans, he looked like the perfect lumberjack. He ruffled his hair and smiled at you. "Can I get you something to drink?"

You fiddled with your shirt. "I uh...well..."

Mike walked closer to you. "Are you nervous?"

You gulped hard and turned. "I should head out."

Mike slammed his hand against the door making you gasp. He has caged you in and you couldn't escape. He dragged his hand down his big wooden door. "You can't leave."

You turned to him. "Why not?"

He nodded to his window. "Blizzard is here. Total whiteout."

You ran to the window and whined. "Oh no..."

"You come here to check on me and you want to run off so soon." He walked up behind you. "Why did you come?"

You clamped up a little. "Ah, well because...you see...umm..." you felt nerves creep in "I was worried about you. I kept thinking about you." You turned and looked up at Mike. "I worry a lot about you. I thought it'd be horrible for you to be out here alone and cold."

Mike smirked at you. "You here to warm me up?"

"Yes." You blushed when Mike chuckled. "Oh! I meant! Well! Ah, shit...umm..."

"I would rather like it, actually."

"Really?"

He nodded. "I was going to check on you. You beat me to it."

You let out a long sigh. "Mike, I have something I want to tell you."

"Oh? What is it, sweet thing."

You walked closer and tapped your forehead against Mike's very broad and muscular chest. "I really like you. Well, more than like you. I've been in love with you for so long." You released a sigh. "I came over because I had to."

Mike wrapped his arms around you. "I'm glad you came here."

"I need to go hide now."

Mike picked you up making you gasp. He smiled up at you as his arms wrapped around your body. "You not going to wait for my answer?"

You blushed hard. "You'll reject me. I know I'm not the pretty one in this village."

"Says who?"

"Well...no one, but everyone says-."

Mike stopped you from speaking by kissing. "I think you are perfection. I love you so much for everything you are. I've loved you for so long, but I just missed my chance over and over." He lowered you down. "I'm thankful for this blizzard."

You hugged Mike tightly. "So, you want me?"

"You have no clue how much I want your adorable self." He kissed you and moaned against your lips. "So, want a drink?"

You nodded as your heart raced. "S-Sure."

"Go sit by the fire and I'll be with you soon."

You hurried to the fire and pulled your boots off. You sat on the blanket and sighed as the fire heated you up. You smiled at Mike when he returned with a drink for you. "Thanks."

Mike sat next to you and released a long sigh. "This is nice. We should have confessed sooner." He shuffled closer to you. "I've been dreaming of getting close to you like this."

You downed most of your drink. "Mm, me too. Sorry, just a little...I mean...it's a good nervous."

Mike leaned down towards you. "I'm glad. I'm also a good nervous." He took your hand and placed it on his chest. "See?"

You felt his heart racing. "Wow."

He leaned closer and kissed you. "You are so beautiful." He kissed along to your neck and inhaled. "Mm, you smell incredible."

You moaned a little as his hands drifted on your body. "Mm Mike."

Mike crawled over you as you slowly lay back on the floor. He kissed you and hummed against your lips. "I love you."

You blushed. "I love you so much."

He nipped your lip and pushed his tongue into your mouth. He pressed his hips against yours. His large body covered yours fully. He felt excitement burn through him at being able to touch you and kiss you like this. He blushed a little when he felt himself growing a little against you.

He pulled back and panted. "Sorry. I suppose it's rude of me to..." he looked down at his crotch "well, get hard."

You reached up and unbuckled his belt. "It's not. I want you, Mike but only if this isn't just a fling and something to do because of the blizzard."

Mike smirked. "Whoever hurt you is a terrible person. You're fucking incredible and I want to keep you forever. I want to keep you as mine. I want to love you every single day. I want to grow old with you. I want to run this inn with you and I want so many children."

You giggled. "You mean it?"

He nodded. "Of course. I will still mean it all if you said no sex right now." He rubbed your cheek. "I truly love you."

You nibbled your lip. "And what if I say yes to sex right now?"

He moaned as his belt opened and you popped the button on his trousers. "I will love you just the same."

You smiled and pulled his zip down. "Really?"

"Really."

You put your hand down into his boxers and blushed. "Fuck me."

"I intend to."

You pulled his erection out and saw he was long and thick. "You're so big."

Mike looked down at himself. "I know, but don't worry. I'll ease you into it, okay? If you don't want to, we can just touch each other. I know it's a lot to handle."

You moved your hand up and down on him. "N-No, I want this. I want you. I want you inside of me."

Mike chuckled. "I was not expecting that. Well, I promise to be as gentle as possible. If you need me to stop, please tell me. If you're in pain, please tell me. I want to do everything for you that gives you pleasure." He kissed you and moaned against your lips. "I'll be right back, okay?"

You sat up and watched Mike hurry off to what you believed was his room. You nibbled your lip as you took your trousers off. You yanked your top off and blushed as you sat in your underwear. You smiled at Mike as he returned to you with his erection tucked back into his trousers.

Mike stopped and stared at you. "Shit, you look incredible."

"Really? I don't think I look good."

He knelt down and placed a few things next to you. "You're so beautiful."

"Thank you." You frowned at the little gathering of things. "What's all that?"

He pointed. "Lube and a condom. I got different kinds." He cleared his throat. "I'm big and I know I am, so I need help with partners. I don't want you to get hurt."

You smiled softly. "Thank you."

He showed you the different condoms and lube. "Pick which ones you prefer, okay?"

You nodded and pulled out the two things together you wanted. "These."

He kissed you and purred against your lips. "Ready?"

You parted your legs. "Yes."

He ran his fingers up and down your panties. "You're wet already."

You whined. "Y-Yes."

He traced the band of your underwear before pushing his hand down inside. He smiled as he moved his fingers up and down your wet slit. He moaned as you lay back on the floor. He watched your chest rise and fall with soft pants as he parted your lips and moved his fingers against your clit.

He leaned down and captured your lips. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and moved with you. His other hand slipped under your top and to your breast. He massaged softly, his big hand moving around on your soft skin. You shivered under his touch and felt so small compared to his tall and broad body.

You gripped his back and yanked at his shirt as you felt your skin burning. You whined against Mike's lips as you felt your coil tighten. Your legs began to shake as you felt your orgasm bubbling up. You gripped Mike's upper arm tightly as you felt your release wash over you.

You pulled from Mike's lips and moaned out loud, but the rushing of the wind outside drowned out your pleasure-filled moans a little. You shivered as you felt warmth spread through your body. You hummed as Mike moved his fingers slowly against you.

Mike kissed you and smiled. "Are you okay?"

You nodded. "I'm great."

He hummed a playful laugh. "I'm glad." He pulled back and slipped your underwear off. "I'm going to slowly add fingers, okay? We'll work our way up to three, and if you're comfortable with them, we'll try my dick."

You nodded. "Thank you for explaining to me what your plan is. I feel very safe."

"Communication is important." He put some lube on his fingers. "I know you're wet, but this is the special tingling lube you picked. I want you to feel comfortable with it first."

You parted your legs. "Yes. Thank you, Mike."

He pressed his fingers into your pussy slowly. "That feel nice?"

You gasped as his big fingers pressed into you. "Yes." You arched your back a little. "Mm. A bit more."

He nodded and pressed further. "Here?"

You shuffled. "Up a little." You gasp as he curled his fingers and rubbed your g-spot. "Fuck, yes right there."

Mike smiled and kept rubbing your g-spot as his thumb moved against your clit. He moaned a little as your walls clenched his fingers. "Oh, that feels incredible. He moved his fingers faster. "You're so hot and wet."

You panted and pushed your bra up and released your breasts. You played with them and moaned in delight. "Don't stop, don't stop."

Mike kept moving the way you wanted him to. "You look so beautiful."

You moaned and arched your back. "Mike."

He leaned down and nuzzled the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply and moaned. "Fuck, this smell is incredible." He nipped the crook of your neck and sucked hard. "I could smell this for eternity."

You panted and lifted your hips. You moved your body against Mike's fingers. You tangled your fingers in Mike's hair and kept moving against his fingers. "Mm, Mike."

He lifted his head and kissed you. "Are you ready for three?"

You nodded and whined. "I can take it."

He pulled his fingers out and added some lube before pressing in three slowly. "Does that feel okay?"

You whined as he felt him stretch you. "S-So good."

Mike moved his fingers slowly. He cupped the side of your face and smiled. "Good girl. You're doing so well." He kissed you and moaned against your lips. "So very well."

You panted against his lips. "Mm, I can't wait for your cock."

Mike blushed a little before chuckling. "A little dirty talking, I like it."

You smiled and moved your hips with him. "Good." You shivered in delight. "Fuck, Mike I need you."

He nudged his nose against yours. "Not yet. I have to make sure I won't hurt you."

You squeezed your toes tightly. "Mike."

He stretched his fingers a little. "Good girl."

You shivered and gripped his shirt. "Mike, please."

He kissed you over and over. "Just a little longer." He kept moving his fingers as you moaned and shivered under his touch. He smiled as he felt how relaxed your body was. He moved his thumb against your clit. "Cum for me."

You thrust your hips up and cried out as you felt the rush of your orgasm go through you. "Fuck!"

Mike pulled his fingers from you and licked them clean. "Mm, delicious."

You shivered as the last speckles of your orgasm tingled in you. You moaned a little and took your bra off. "Mike?"

He yanked his shirt off to show how muscular and broad he was. He called your name and smirked. "What's wrong?"

You blushed a little. "Hurry."

He pulled his trousers and boxers off and sighed as his big cock sprung free. "Patience." He rolled the condom on himself before moving lube onto his big hard dick. "Okay, nice and slow, all right?"

You gulped hard and moved your legs. "Yes."

He shuffled over on his knees to show how big he was as a guy, he had such power behind his muscles. He held his erection and ran himself up and down your slit. "Relax, okay?"

You let out a long sigh. "I'm relaxing as best as I can."

He kissed you sweetly. "Good girl." He moved your hips a bit. "Okay, just let out a long breath. That's it." He pressed his tip in a little. "Good girl, just like that." He grunted as he saw you stretching around him. "Ngh, tight."

You gripped the blanket below you as Mike stretched you like no man before. "Holy shit. Mm, more."

Mike nodded and pressed his cock into you more. He moaned as your tight pussy walls wrapped around him and dragged his cock in. "Oh, f-fuck."

You panted as he kept moving deeper into you. You could feel every big inch of him pushing deeper and deeper. Your body shifted and moved to take as much of him as possible. You gasped when you felt his tip press against your cervix. You whimpered a little when you looked down to see there was just a tiny bit of his cock left.

You welled up a little. "I'm so sorry."

Mike kissed you and moaned against your lips. "Don't be sorry, okay? Ngh, this is normal." He panted a little. "It's just a centimetre that can't go in. Just relax. This has happened to me with every partner I've had. I don't care, okay? I want you. I want all of you. Your pussy is so tight, wet and hot. I'm in dreamland. It's taking everything in me not to cum right now."

You blushed under Mike. "Th-That good?"

He nodded. "You're perfection." He played with your hair. "Can I move? Are you okay with me moving?"

You shifted your legs a little. "Yes. Please, move."

Mike lightly kissed your lips before slowly dragging his cock almost out of you. He pressed in slowly as he watched your face closely. He smiled when you simply moaned at him. He kept moving carefully and slowly against you as you moaned at each thrust as pleasure filled you.

You tangled your fingers into Mike's soft hair and panted as he moved against you. You pulled him down and kissed him as he rocked his body against yours. You moaned in delight as your pleasure burned inside of you. You felt no pain and only pleasure throbbing through your body.

You pulled from Mike's lips. "Ah, sh-shit."

Mike stopped moving. "Is it too much?"

You hummed. "It's good. It's really good." You gulped hard. "Intense."

He tapped his forehead against yours. "Nice and slow still."

You nodded and moved your hips with him. "Y-Yes."

He let out a deep moan when you clenched around him. "Good girl. Fuck, you're making this hard for me. I don't know if I can last."

You whimpered. "S-Sorry."

He smiled. "Don't be. Your pussy is just so fucking good."

You blushed a little and mewled as he moved against you. You shivered as pleasure throbbed through you. You felt your coil tighten and it made you worry about how tight you'd be when you came. You worried about Mike. You gripped his back and whined at your lover. You gazed into his eyes and saw pure love.

Mike smiled softly as he moved his cock within your wet pussy. He panted as he felt his pleasure increase. He groaned when you clenched him tightly. He gripped the blanket below you as he tried to control his urges inside him. He grunted as you clenched him again as you got closer to your orgasm.

You wrapped your legs around Mike as you began shaking. "M-Mike." You gasped. "I'm gonna...mmm...shit!"

Mike thrust as deep as he could into your pussy. He gripped the blanket tightly as your pussy walls fluttered around him. "F-Fuck."

You moaned at your orgasm as your body shook a little. You relaxed against the floor and whimpered. "Mike."

He panted a moment before smiling at you. "You came really hard."

You blushed at his words. "It wasn't too tight for you, was it?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm okay." He hummed a laugh as he rubbed your cheek. "Thank you for worrying." He chuckled as he kissed your lips. "Can I keep going? I won't last much longer."

You nodded shyly. "Please. I want you to cum."

"Anything for you." He nuzzled the crook of your neck as his body pressed against yours. He rolled his hips against you as he moaned in delight. "So good." He inhaled your natural scent deeply. "Mm, fuck your skin is divine. You smell like a delicious treat."

You wrapped your arms around Mike. "All yours."

Mike nipped the crook of your neck and sucked hard causing a love bite to bloom on your skin. He kissed across your neck to the other side and nipped your soft skin. He hummed in delight at the scents drifting from your skin. He felt himself melting into you.

He dragged his lips up to your ear and softly kissed. He moaned your name to you as he felt his pleasure ready to burst. He moved his arms around you and held you tightly. He pressed his lips against yours and kissed you over and over as his heart fluttered in his chest. His soul was singing words of love. He'd adored you for so long and now you were his.

Mike pulled from your lips. "I love you. I love you so much."

You welled up a little. "I love you too. Mike, I love you." You cupped his face. "Cum for me. Cum inside me."

He grunted at your words. "Cum with me."

You nodded and whined. "Y-Yes."

He moved a little faster against you as he panted. He groaned and moaned your name as he felt the urge to cum building up inside him. He kissed you over and over again. His tongue danced with yours in a passionate kiss. He smiled into the kiss when he felt your whole body press his own. You fitted so perfectly in his arms.

You arched your back and moaned into the kiss when you felt the snap. Hot water rushed through your body as a tingle throbbed in your spine. Your pussy walls caressed Mike's cock as you felt your orgasm bubble away inside your body.

Mike pulled from your lips and moaned your name as he thrust deep into you and felt his release. "A-Ah, f-fuck." His cum poured out of him and filled the end of the condom. "Sh-Shit." He lay against you as his chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing. He nuzzled the crook of your neck and inhaled. "Mm, you smell amazing."

You rubbed his back. "You're just incredible."

He pulled back and looked down at you. "How are you feeling?"

"Sensitive, but great."

He slipped his cock out of you. He grabbed his shirt and helped you into it. "I'll be right back, okay? Just going to clean and then I'll bring you nice things." He kissed you and smiled. "Do you need the bathroom? I can carry you."

You shook your head. "Not yet. Give my body five minutes to calm down."

He chuckled. "Sure thing, beautiful."

You watched him hurry off before you shifted to the window and saw the blizzard was bad. You jumped when you felt loving arms wrap around you. "Mike."

Mike nuzzled the crook of your neck. "Hello. You watching the snow?"

"Well, it's a blizzard so it's hard to watch."

Mike hummed. "It's bad out there." He lifted you up making you giggle. "Come with me. I have treats. I bring clothes for you and hot chocolate with everything on."

You kicked your legs. "Yay!"

He sat down with you in front of the fire where he'd made a little nest for you both. He pulled on some comfy clothes and helped you. "That all okay?"

You nodded as Mike wrapped a blanket around you. "Yes, it's perfect. Thank you."

He wrapped his arms around you and sat you between his legs. "Here is your hot chocolate."

You hugged it in your hands. "Thank you so much. I've never had anyone taken such wonderful care of me."

He kissed the side of your head and smiled. "It's called love."

You turned your head and gazed at Mike. "You really do love me, don't you?"

"With all my heart and soul." He blushed a little. "Do you love me? I mean, I understand if you want to just use me for sex, people have before."

Your eyes widened. "Mike! Mike, I love you. I will never use you. I deeply care about you. I want to be with you for as long as possible. I want to grow old with you. I want all the things you mentioned with running the inn and having a family and growing old." You blushed hard. "I'm rambling, sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. This makes me happy to hear." He kissed you and smiled. "Well then, you're never going to get rid of me. I will never let you go. You're all mine."

You giggled. "Perfect. So, what is the plan with this storm?"

He rested his chin on top of your head and hummed in thought. "Well, it's here for a few days. So, we'll cuddle a lot, nap a lot, cook a lot, play a lot of games and maybe more sex."

You laughed. "Wonderful. It's a dream."

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How would Miche comfort his lover after she notices she has stretch marks and she doesn’t like them

A long and sorrowful sigh escaped you as you stood before the mirror. Your heart dropped when you eyed your thighs, a bit of your stomach and your breasts. All parts you gazed at had stretch marks from growing up from a teen to a woman. Every single one of them you hated.

Mike walked into the bathroom to see you standing there in only your underwear, your arm across your breasts. "Oo, the boobs are free."

You looked over at Mike. "Mm."

He moved closer. "I sense the love of my life is sad. Talk."

You hung your head as if you were ashamed. "It's my body."

"It's incredibly beautiful." He gently rubbed your back. "What's wrong?"

You welled up a little. "The stretch marks."

He frowned a bit, he was confused. "Stretch marks?"

You nodded and started pointing them out. "Look at them. The worst are on my thighs and breasts. I hate them, they look ugly."

Mike lightly touched the markings and hummed. "I'm sorry you feel that way and see you in such a horrible light. I'm sorry that people treated you so terribly that they made you think bad things about yourself. I'm sorry that the world we live in expects perfection but it's impossible to achieve."

You sniffed a bit. "It's shit."

He cradled your face in his large hands. "It is, but all I know is I love you with all my heart and soul. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. These marks? I didn't know they were a big thing for people." He kissed you making you hum. "I think they're beautiful and so soft. I adore every inch of you including the parts you hate and if I have to love you more to help, then I will."

You giggled. "I don't know if you can love me more than you do."

"You're right, but I'll try hard." He kissed your neck. "Everything about you is divine." He lifted you up making you squeak. "How about I kiss every part of you with the marks on?"

"I'd like that."

He carried you to the bedroom. "Darling, don't listen to other people, okay? Let's work together on self-confidence. I'm very conscious and insecure about my nose. What do you think?"

You kissed the end of his nose. "I love your nose."

"Thank you. So, what do you think?"

You nodded with a smile. "We'll work together."

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Van Der Valk ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

VAN DER VALK (2020 - ) Marc Warren as Piet Van Der Valk in Season 1

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Dante x Reader who is always comforted by Dante when they’re sad or distressed somehow but they also insist on comforting him because they see through his happy mask.

Aw yeah

Dante x Reader comfort headcannons

-Dante knows what it's like to be in the depths of despair and borderline suicidal. He understands the pain of self-loathing and remembers a time when he felt resentful towards the world.

-These memories are why he does everything in his power to make sure you never fall into the same darkness he did.

-Whenever you're even the least bit sad, he'll hurry to your side, ask you what's wrong and see if there's anything he can do to help, and then promptly gets to work fixing the issue.

-If the issue happens to be a person bothering you, you'll find that the person in question no longer wishes to have anything to do with you and visibly trembles when you approach them.

-He holds you when you're feeling emotional, rubs your back when you're stressed, and most importantly, gives you virtually endless cuddles whenever you're feeling anxious or generally distressed about anything.

-He knows how to make you laugh like no one else can, because he is naturally that goofy.

-Tickle ambushes are often initiated whenever you have a pout or a frown on your face.

-However, despite how much energy and humor Dante brings to the table, he, too, has his off days. There are times when he's feeling lower than usual, and when those times come, he tries to hide it by being funnier and goofier than usual.

-You can see through his attempts to appear cheerful and worry-free, and he knows it. When you start asking questions, he does his best to lie directly to your face, not realizing it just makes him seem to be doing worse than he really is.

-You try to lighten his mood, but you're not as good at comforting others as he is, and sometimes your jokes, especially self-deprecating ones, fall flat.

-You know that the more eccentric he's acting, the more upset he is on the inside, which is why you usually pounce on him with lots of hugs once he starts behaving in this way.

-He doesn't want you to do this—he appreciates that you care for him, but he knows you have problems of your own and doesn't want to weigh you down with his emotional baggage.

-Nevertheless, you are determined to make him as happy and comforted as he's made you, and brush off his attempts to push you away with a persistence only you could dare to have around him.

-Pizza parties with just the two of you are always guaranteed to cheer him up, and splitting a bottle of wine or a can of beer afterwards isn't a bad idea.

-Sometimes you'll find Dante in a particularly vulnerable mood where he actually shares how he's feeling, and while it's sweet that he trusts you enough to tell you these things, it also means something is bothering him a lot and he really needs your help.

-There are times when whatever was bothering the two of you causes you to snap at each other and sometimes yourselves, but at the end of the day, you're always there for one another, ready to cuddle or maybe just listen to whatever you need to get off your chests.

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Trust me (Marko x Fem!Reader)

So part of this is based on a dream I had. Pretty much just the really weird location to have sex. But I feel like it is also very Marko and his love of heights lol.

And as always, all Italian is from Google translate so I do apologize if any of it is incorrect.

Also this plays off of my first ever headcanon post about Marko being Italian.

Word count: 3,811

Pairings: Marko x Fem!Reader

Warnings: THIS IS JUST PURE SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

"Come on, it'll be fun"

"The last time you said that we ended up almost getting banned from the boardwalk because of trying to climb the Farris wheel"

"Babe I promise, no one will even know we're here" he smiled, that mischievous smile that let you know what he wanted was not legal nor wise…But you also knew he would never put you in harm's way.

"Fine" you sighed

"You won't regret this cutie" he told you, grabbing your hand and pulling you along. The two of you walked towards the outskirts of the boardwalk, the crowd thinning as you went.

'Well at least we're less likely to get caught'

He stopped in front of a tall structure, the entirety of it covered in fabric, cutting it off from the rest of the world.

"After you" he smirked, holding the curtain back to reveal a narrow staircase. Looking at him, then back at the stairs you could only shake your head and laugh, but ascended the stairs nonetheless. It had a few different levels, but only the very bottom had a wooden floor, the others simply held thick beams that would no doubt later support other floors, or perhaps lights.

"Keep going" you heard him speak, though you could tell he was not directly behind you, nor had you heard his footsteps yet. You stopped at another layer of beams, and again.

"Keep going"

Ascending the steps all the way to the top you look out at the large thick metal cross beams wondering just why your crazy boyfriend brought you up here.

"You're not planning on killing me right?" You joked, holding onto the end of the railing.

"No…well" he laughed, his warm breath against the back of your neck.

"Maybe a little bit" he smirked, his lips finding your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"A little bit?" You laughed, tilting your head and reaching back to run your hand through his curls as his lips made their way to the newly exposed skin.

"Piccola morte (Little death)" he spoke, his hands coming to wrap around your waist, pulling you against him, letting you feel exactly what he had in mind.

"Here?" You asked, cutting your eyes towards him, but only being able to see his golden curls as he continued to mark your neck.

"How exactly…you're completely crazy" you laughed, feeling his smile against your neck, his lips leaving your skin to whisper into your ear.

"Do you trust me?"

"You know I do, that's why I'm up here in the first place"

"Then trust me" he spoke, unwrapping his arms and helping you take your first step into the beams.

"This is crazy Marko" you breathed, looking down at the floor far below, your heart rate picking up.

"I'm not going to let you fall, take another step" and you did, because you knew he wouldn't, Marko was quick and could fly, you would be in his arms before you ever hit the ground…But that didn't stop your sudden fear of heights at that moment.

"Couple more steps" he told you, walking you slowly towards where the beams crossed, making a plus sign that would be a stable part to stand.

"There you go" he reassured you once you made it, you let him slowly turn you to face him, his hazel eyes sparkling with that same mischief.

"You're crazy" you once again told him, but the smile that tugged on your lips told him you weren't actually mad.

"You love it" he replied.

"Now, lay down" you looked down at the beams, then back at him for a moment before beginning to slowly sit, his hands never leaving your waist as he lowered himself as well. Once you were sitting he helped you lean back, your arms shooting out to grab him as he lowered you onto the beams that were just a few inches smaller than your body on either side.

"I've got you amore" he spoke, leaning down to kiss you, his lips only leaving yours once he felt you relax a bit. His kisses descended back to your neck, always his favorite spot as he licked and bit at the tender flesh, eliciting soft moans and gasps from your lips. Your hands wandered as he worked, one tangling itself in his curls, gently tugging the locks and pulling a growl from him. Your other wandered under his jacket, your hands running along his toned stomach, the skin cooler than yours but warmer than earlier, the boys had already gone out for their nightly hunt, the adrenaline no doubt being the cause of your current situation. Your hand wandered higher, nails gently scraping along his chest and earning a small thrust as he settled between your legs, the bulge much more prominent now as he began to grind against you.

"Marko" you sighed, lifting your hips to meet him and feeling him grind down harder, a low rumble vibrating against your chest as he tilted your head to the other side, determined to remark all the faded spots. The steady rumble against you grew louder the faster your heart raced, you had only heard Marko purr a few times, and noticed that it was always a different tone depending on the activity. Gently running your hand through his hair while he laid his head in your lap, a soft and gentle purr. The beginning stages of losing himself in ecstasy, a deeper rougher purr, just as he was doing now as his hips began to pick up their speed. His lips quickly attached to yours again, parting them forcefully as he stole your quickened breath, a moan tumbling into your mouth as you snuck your other hand into his shirt, your nails running along his back, just hard enough to sting.

"Cazzo! (Fuck!) " He groaned, breaking the kiss and looking down at you, pupils blown as he panted, and suddenly you felt like prey underneath a predator. You watched him lick his swollen lips, his teeth catching his bottom lip as he looked at you, his hips stilling before he smiled, his body slowly crawling backward along the beam, hands letting go of your waist which had you scrambling to grab a hold of something, your body rocking on the beam.

"Calm down amore, just relax and balance" he told you, hands grasping your ankles before slowly sliding upwards, and suddenly you were thankful for wearing a skirt, because you did not know how you would have taken pants off at the moment. He slowly pushed your skirt up, helping you lift your hips to bunch it around your waist before he lowered his body, balancing perfectly as he kissed along your thighs, tongue reaching out to swipe a path that his teeth soon followed with small nips. You started to squirm as he kissed and nipped everywhere but where you needed him, your heart picking up as you felt yourself become even wetter, you knew he could smell you, knew he could hear your heart, but Marko was known for being a tease.

"Marko" you breathed, not failing to catch the smirk that instantly spread. If there was one thing he loved it was hearing you beg for him, knowing you craved him, craved his touch, craved anything and everything he could give you. He would never admit it, but when you two first met it took him by surprise when you instantly chose to talk to him. Usually it was Paul who girls came to talk to, Paul always being the honeypot to draw in the night's meal. Or Dwayne, even though he doesn't talk much, his looks alone draw girls in. Hell even David tends to get girls drawn to him who have daddy issues, but Marko?.. Marko was fine with that, let the others do the work while he reaps the tasty benefits. But that night they hadn't necessarily been looking for a meal, the hunt a few hours before filling their need, but still Paul wanted to "score some chicks" for other reasons…And he did, a group of girls, all of them flitting to one boy or the other, but none to Marko. Rolling his eyes he looked away from his brothers and the girls, already ready to simply head back to the cave. But instead he came face to face with you as you rounded his bike.

"Sorry about them, they are a little…Eager" you laughed.

"I like your bike, and your jacket, you have a really cool style" and that was how he spent the night simply talking to you, no other motive than just to get to know the girl who actually had the guts to approach him "the ticking time bomb" of the group. It didn't take him long to claim you as his, he didn't care if his brothers wanted your friends or not, he wanted you, and lucky for him, you wanted him as well. Also lucky for him, you trusted him with everything you had.

"Si? (Yes?)" He asked, still pressing gentle kisses against your inner thighs, right next to your pulsing core, he wouldn't admit it, but the smell of your arousal was making it hard to focus on teasing you. Between the adrenaline of the hunt and your dripping heat, all he wanted to do was bury himself balls deep and fuck you until you were screaming his name.

"Marko, please" you whimpered, trying to lift your core to his mouth, but a harsh bite had you mewling.

"Greedy tonight huh?"

"Only for you" you panted

"Only for me?" He laughed, hot breaths fanning over your clothed core and making you groan.

"Should I take pity on you tonight? Let you have what you want?"

"Yes! Please Marko" you pleaded, gripping the beam under you and leaning up to look at him.

"Well…Since you asked nicely" he smiled, pulling your panties to the side and licking a long stripe along your heat.

"Fuck!" You moaned, head falling back to the beam.

"We have to be quiet, or someone might catch us again" he laughed, no doubt referring to not only the ferris wheel, but also the time the two of you had been caught going at it in one of the beach changing tents. You were sure you were a sight for the very pissed security guard, your pants bunched around your ankle, your other wrapped around Marko's waist as he held it up, his own pants around his knees while he didn't even bother to stop, his face buried in your neck as he groaned about how tight you were. Marko wasn't necessarily into exhibitionism, he didn't want anyone to see you that way but him, but God did he love it when he knew you were loud enough for other people to hear what he was doing to you. Even more when you would return to the crowd, being stared at as he just threw his arm around you, a very proud smirk on his face. That being said, he also loved to tease you about how loud you could get at times…like right now as he ate you out like a man starved, his hands holding your legs open as he buried his face in you, tongue going as deep as it could and pulling a moan from you, before circling your clit. His finger replaced his tongue a moment later as he sucked your clit, tongue flicking over it quickly, a move he knew brought you shooting to your peak. His other hand slid up, hand gliding under your shirt and bra to grasp your breast, pinching the hardened bud in just the way he knew that heightened your pleasure. Your hand quickly covered your mouth when his tongue replaced his finger again, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he went to town. If there was one thing that shocked you about Marko (aside from finding out what he was) it was how much he enjoyed going down on you. Most guys avoided it at all cost and yet wanted you to offer it to them, but not Marko. The first time you two ever did anything together he brought you to a blinding finish twice with his mouth and fingers alone, stating that he could eat you forever, a laughable statement now that you know how true it actually is. A harsh suck on your clit brought you back to reality, as you almost screamed into your hand, your eyes darting down to meet almost black, but you could see the gold beginning to seep through, something he no longer hid away as he took his pleasure in you, now that you knew what he was there was no need to hide the fact that doing this to you, with you, always brought his more feral side out.

"Marko" you pleaded, eyes beginning to water at the intense feeling in your gut, meeting his gaze didn't help, you always felt like he was devouring you completely, body, mind, and soul when he looked at you like that.

"Hai intenzione di finire per me amore? (Are you going to finish for me love?)" He all but growled out, hot breaths fanning your core. He knew you didn't understand him, but he also knew you loved it when he spoke his mother tongue. You had let that secret out one night while things were getting hot and heavy and he slipped into the language.

"Shit!" You groaned when he entered two fingers into you, pumping quickly. Truth be told he didn't know how much longer he could wait, tonight he was more wound up than usual.

"Talk to me baby" he cooed, inserting a third finger and watching as you had to grab a hold of the beam to keep your balance, your hips lifting to meet his fingers.

"Sempre così pronto per me (always so ready for me)" he panted, watching your heat swallow his fingers again and again.

"Fuck! Marko please" you begged, unsure of what you were even begging for at this point, all you knew was that the coil in your stomach was winding tighter and only Marko could make it snap. And he did know that, so in an instant his lips had reattached to your mound, tongue movie along it while his fingers worked you open for him and his other hand grasped your breast, claws slightly extending and scratching your skin as he began to lose himself, the scent of you, the taste of you, the sounds of your racing heart and pumping blood mixing with the sweet sounds of your moans was making him dizzy and he knew he needed to get you across your finish line, to see that look of pure ecstasy cross your face. He watched you climb, your hand reaching out to grab his arm that had abandoned your breast, coming to hold your waist as you began to lose your balance on the beam, your head tilted back as silent screams left you, your legs coming up, body winding tight. With one last flick of his tongue he quickly moved forward, sealing his lips against your and swallowing the scream that ripped from your throat as he pushed you over the edge, his fingers now slowing as he held you close,his lips sucking dark spots on your neck as he pushed you through your overstimulation and into another orgasm, this one causing you to gush even more around his fingers and he knew you were ready. He watched you slowly catch your breath as you blinked, your brain fuzzy from the pleasure but aware of the sound of him undoing his pants and shuffling them around his thighs, his hands coming to wrap your legs around his thin waist before he leaned over you, pulling down your shirt enough for him to place kisses along your chest as he slowly pushed in, a groan leaving him immediately.

"Così stretto (so tight)" he panted, hands grabbing your waist as he started moving, and it didn't take long for him to find that perfect speed that had the both of you trying to muffle your moans.

"Così buono, Cazzo! Così fottutamente bene (So good, Fuck! So fucking good)" he whimpered into your neck, his breaths coming out quicker as he started to lose himself.

"Voglio solo restare qui per sempre (I just want to stay here forever)" he moaned, breath fanning against your heated skin.

"S-Shit! Marko" you whined, teeth digging into your lip as you tried to be quiet, though the wet sound of skin on skin was beginning to grow louder.

"amo quando mi chiami, pregami per questo, urla per me…Io e solo io…Solo io (I love when you call me, beg me for this, yell for me…me and only me…Only me)" He panted, voice breaking as he moaned against your skin, nails digging into your thighs where he was now holding like his life depended on it as he drove into you, forehead pressed against your chest as he whimpered, his body winding tighter while yours grew tighter around him.

"Non durerò amore mio (I won't last my love)" he groaned, head lifting to meet your gaze but seeing your head thrown back, hair a mess from gliding back and forth along the beam, neck and chest flushed and on full display, your humming heartbeat tempting him. He watched as your back bowed when he hit that spot inside you, your breasts pressing up to him while he cursed once more at the sight. His hips stilling only for a moment so he could push your shirt up over your breasts, his hands returning to his own shirt and ripping it open. He'd deal with you scolding him for ruining another shirt later, right now he just needed to feel your skin against his. His movement returned just as you began whimpering, your hands reaching out for him and coming in contact with his now bare front. Your eyes opened and looked at him, his own eyes focused on you as his chest heaved, his stomach muscles moving and contacting with every thrust of his hips. You would scold him about ruining another shirt later, but right now all you could focus on was grabbing him and pulling him closer. Both of you sighing as your chests meet, the feeling on his cooler skin helping you cool down, while the feeling of your racing heart against his chest was only heating him up more.

"ho bisogno che tu finisca…perché non so quanto resisterò (I need you to finish..because I don't know how long I'll last)" he moaned against your neck, his hands lifting your legs higher while yours buried themselves in his hair, tugging at the curls and listening as he growled, his hips stuttering as he tried to hold out.

"Finisci con me,fammi sentire il tuo amore (Finish with me, let me feel your love)" he spoke, his hips picking up speed and strength, his sign that he was on the edge.

"Marko! Fuck baby I'm, Fuck!"

"Urla per me! Grido! Voglio che tutti sappiano che sei mio…Solo mio (Yell for me! Scream! I want everyone to know that you are mine…Only mine)"

"Shit! Marko I'm gonna cum! I'm! FUCK!" You yelled as he latched onto your neck, his fangs sinking in as he fed from you, his own hips stuttering as your heat tightened around him, refusing to let him go, so instead his body decided to let go. Lips red from the blood that now dripped down his chin as his head tilted upwards, eyes rolling back as his mouth opened, and a sudden shout left him while his hips slammed forwards repeatedly before stilling, his warmth painting your walls and filling you. After a moment both of you slowly drifted back down to reality while he leaned forward, lips gently kissing the bite mark as he closed it before nuzzling into your neck. More foreign words were softly spoken in your ear as Marko came down from his high, something that you had found out tends to happen every time. When he would lose himself in pleasure he completely forgot how to speak English, and even after it would take him a moment to resort back to it, you told him one day you wanted to learn Italian so that he didn't have to worry about you not understanding him. Though the look on his face was of both joy and embarrassment, and right now you wondered what sort of love stricken words was he softly breathing against your skin that he would normally be too embarrassed by.

"Il mio bellissimo amore (my beautiful love)" he breathed, kissing your cheek before lifting himself up and hovering over you, the feeling of him still inside you had the both of you moaning. You watched as he pulled out, your mixed finished slowly dripping onto the beams, and you watched as a shit eating grin spread across his face before he slipped his fingers inside, causing you to try to move away due to the sensitivity. But he held you with one hand, reassuring you as he pulled your combined spend from your abused hole. When he felt he had gotten enough he released you, sucking his fingers clean while looking down at the floor far beneath.

"What was that for?" You groaned.

"Christening the place" he smirked, popping his now clean fingers out of his mouth.

"There was enough to even drop down to the bottom" he laughed as you covered your face.

"Oh my God you are the worst" you groaned.

"Awe you know you love me" he teased while pulling your hands away.

"You better be glad I do" you smiled at him, watching as he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss, a kiss that would have gotten heated had it not been for the sound of footsteps entering the area. Within a second Marko had his pants up, and your shirt righted before he picked you up and jumped out of the opposite side of the curtain just as a flashlight showed where you two had been. You listened as the man began to complain loudly about the "Godless couples who will Fuck anywhere" while Marko floated you both safely to the ground before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the beach.

"That was way too close"

"At least they didn't catch us this time"

"Marko!"

"What?"

"Not funny" you stated, but still couldn't help but laugh.

"Where is the fun if there isn't a little risk" he smiled, still pulling you along.

"Where are we going anyways?"

"A spot I found on the beach yesterday"

"...Marko you're not suggesting"

"The night is still young baby, and I'm far from done with you"

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Saw these in videos of the New York Toy Fair. I’m not a big Squishmallows fan but these caught my eye. I’ll definitely order these when they’re available.

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My hcs for Efram Schweiger

•Definitely suffers from nightmares of his time in captivity and in Hell.

•Isn't too keen on coffee, prefers tea.

•Probably a fan of savoury food and can cook to some degree.

•Hates being without his fedora that was given to him by his unnamed lover (who I believe was killed as Arnold says Efram is always 'too late') The hat is a comfort item.

•His scarf is a gift from his old love too.

•He can sing really well. Can't dance though, unless it's slow and with a partner.

•Efram is probably somewhere in his late 30's.

•His little notebook starts to become filled with doodles of his friends after he casts aside the desire to learn more about the Occult.

•Schweiger has picked up little traits from each member of the Survivor Brigade/Alpha Squad. Such as Karl's ability to lead, Boris's optimistic spirit, Shola's sass, Josiah's jokes ect...

•His eyes are dark brown in ZA4. In ZAT They're a extremely light blue-grey.

•Efram's best friend is Edie. He's always consulting her, saying she's never wrong and they have banter in Ragnarok part 2 about making a scientific hypothesis.

•Efram is long-sighted. Without his glasses he cannot see things up close.

•Efram is 5'11 or 5'12 as when he's stood next to Karl in the saferoom in Ragnarok part 1 he looks a little taller than him. (Karl is 5'10.)

•His favourite scent is freshly printed books.

•In ZA4 he's put on a little muscle. (Not Karl Fairburne in SE5 level of course!)

•After his catharsis in Return to Hell, he's ready to fall in love again as before he'd been too guilt ridden to move on.

•He could be bisexual. His lovers name and gender is never stated. Most love letters in the SE series have names of both writer and recipient. So, this lover of his could be male? As much as it could be female.(Rebellion is no stranger to LGBTQA+ characters, just look at Devlin Waugh! So, the possibility is there.)

•If the war hadn't broken out he'd probably have become a happily married Librarian or science teacher.

•He might have a son or daughter that'll appear in future Zombie Army games.

•I'm torn between Efram having an older sister or straight up being an only child.

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Beautiful moodboard and perfectly on point❤️🍕

In love with Dante…

A mood board for being in a relationship with the youngest son of Sparda…

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Fictober Day 15: “Not Interested, Thank You.”

Summary: Early mornings with our favourite Cajun

Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Reader

Rating: Suggestive content but nothing too steamy, maybe a little fluffy

Words: 430ish

Tag List: @edteche2 @xmxisxforxmaybe @diasimar @txmel @the-almond-dinger @gloriousdarkangelsworld @yousaycoke-isaycaine

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by @/taretari on tt, i j needed to share with the class

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Dating Headcanons: Dante

Himbo alert (but you know that already)

Pizza and beer dates. No whining, you let him pick

He actually likes it when you pick dates

He still goes on and on about the amusement park, you took him too

Is man child, so if he's not hunting, eating or sleeping, he gets pretty bored

Don't tell anyone, but he loves coloring books

A set of markers and/or crayons and a coloring book and he's set for hours

No puzzles tho, his attention span is pretty short

Tends to seek you out alot, in the shop mostly

Very handsy, but respects any boundaries you set with him

Just tell him "no" or "stop", in a serious tone

Homie needs to be told stuff seriously

But he's very thoughtful and romantic

He saw his parents like that and wants to be like his dad was with his mother

Treats you to sweet little dates (when it's safe to)

Like, he takes you to Freddy's and will order a large Strawberry sundae to split or a large pizza (no olives)

Due to being touch starved, he gets like a big ol puppy

And will follow you just about anywhere

The king of PDA

Will touch you, hold your hand, put his hsnd in your back pocket, hand on your lower back, smooches you in public, walks around with his arms around you

And if you let him, he'll give you piggyback rides

Is hesitant after he ran through a door way and you got concussed

Feels bad TM

Also: BELLY RUBS

You did it once while he was in his Devil Trigger

Happy growls

And now you're job, aside from baby-ing him is belly rubs

Big, tall and Dumb, but lovable

My not so grand return. The Requests are open. Uh see pinned post for the masterlist. It's mostly what I'm ok with writing.

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🗡️Marko Headcanons⚰️

*clears throat and takes a deep breath*

- Occasionally attends hardcore punk shows with Paul, kings of the mosh pit

- Bastard baby of a Roman Catholic priest

- Accused of being the antichrist as a child

- Raised by an elderly deaf Italian seamstress in the church named “Old Grissy” Griselda.

- thrown out on the streets once she passed, made his way to S.C. by stealing a horse

- Puts animals above humanity by a long shot

- Knows how to sew and embroider

- Has a tendency to just signal, point, and make faces at things instead of talking. It pisses David off.

- Doesn’t really think about his sexuality, he just knows how to work with what he’s got

- If someone says he’s genderqueer, he’d shrug and go “Sure.”

- David got him into Bauhaus, enjoys the more chaotic songs. They’ve lurked around a few shows. They’re both Peter fanboys.

- He likes most music as long as it’s experimental and has artistic appeal

- Makes collages out of magazine and book cutouts

- He really likes Renaissance paintings

- Keeps bubble gum in his jacket pocket for Paul’s bad trips to help with grounding

- Goes skinny dipping and fishing with Dwayne during full moon nights

- Always has at least one rock in his pocket

- Bites at his leather gloves and other tough material because it soothes his fangs

- Can’t shuffle cards. He doesn’t get it and he’ll get annoyed if you try to teach him

- Temper, quick to get in a fight

- Bareknuckle fighting champ, even before turning. Shit goes down when he takes those gloves off

- Dabbles in black magic. It makes Dwayne and Paul uneasy due to their own upbringings. David doesn’t take it seriously at all

- The best at shaving out of all of them and regularly trims Paul’s split ends to help his hair grow big and healthy

- He sees capitalism as the ultimate form of evil that not even he can sink that low

- nihilist in an optimistic way

- He smells like blood

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🔞 Marko HC’s 🥀

NSFW 18+ only

-Marko gets blood lust, a tendency to become extremely horny after a successful hunt

- He manhandles his partners in a very passionate way

- Marko tops 90% of the time, but endures bottoming if it’s necessary for survival or if pathetically begged for it

- Creative dirty talker

“If these people weren’t around, you’d be on your knees chocking on this right now.”

- Likes to grab his partner’s hand and rub himself against it

“See what you did?”

- Nips, but saves biting for orgasms

- He’s into really complex and flexible positions.

- Worships the body like it’s a renaissance painting, whispering compliments into his partner’s skin as he mouths at every bit he can

- Has abandonment issues, can get clingy

- Cuddles after sex but refuses to let go until he’s satisfied

- He has a Prince Albert, Jacob’s ladder, and tongue piercing

- The Prince Albert has a weak magnet in the ball that connects with Paul’s

- Loves having his hair pulled while he goes down on someone

- He’ll grunt when he’s close to an orgasm, but he usually just pants and occasionally curses

- Marko could go all night if you let him, but it rarely happens unless he feels a personal connection with you

- Moans while he’s giving oral

- His lips are very sensitive

- Into bondage, has a drawer full of silk ropes, blindfolds, and a riding crop

- Likes to record artsy home videos that can involve sex and nudity

- Accidentally returned one of them to Max’s store in a copy of The Thing, which is why Marko specifically is banned for being an artistic horny freak

- Loves ripping undergarments off, promises to buy new ones after

- Renaissance paintings turn him on

- LOVES being asked to turn to his monsterous form during sex

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I've had bouts of my hands being literally ice cold. This headcanon made me smile🥰

Could you please write Dante x gn!reader? The reader has cold hands all the time (cold hands, warm heart, as people say). But when the reader puts their hands on him (like holding hands), the reader's hands are warm!

Sure, sure!

Dante x GN!Cold-handed!Reader headcannons

-Dante always found it charming that he, a fiery demon, is dating you, someone with cold hands all the time.

-You don't seem to mind it though and often don't even notice your hands are below freezing temperature unless someone points it out to you.

-Your friends are always gifting you mittens and gloves for the holidays, and while you appreciate the gifts, you just don't seem to understand why they keep doing this.

-Or maybe you do understand and you think it's hilarious.

-Either way, it doesn't matter, whenever anyone else tries to hold your hand, they discover it's cold as heck, but when you're lying down with Dante, just cuddling, and then you decide to run your hands across his torso, he will find that they are very warm.

-Why your temperature is so unpredictable is a great mystery to him that he really wants to solve. He doesn't have to; he could probably live the rest of his life without knowing the answer, but he wants to know.

-After wondering if you were literally cold-blooded, like a crocodile or a tortoise, Dante concludes that perhaps the reason you're warm to him but not anyone else is because your love is so passionate it heats up your hands.

-Now, whether this is true or not remains to be seen and eventually evaluated by a doctor, but it's a cute concept, isn't it?

-He does find himself picking up your hands whenever you're near each other, just to check and make sure they're still warm for him.

-Likes to press your hand against his cheek as he's falling asleep because it's reassuring, relaxing, and makes him feel loved, as he deserves.