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literatureloverx · 5 months ago

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You seem to have such a good grasp of Fyodors character!!! So in my head sex isn't something that's high up on his list of interests....plus there's the whole religion thing so it would probably be after marriage. But.... if it was someone who he was in love with and had a connection with (in his own strange likely yandere way). Headcanons for their first time with him? Assuming they are a virgin? Pleaaase

THE FIRST NIGHT

F Y O D O R D O S T O E V S K Y

Note: Thank you so much, my dear! This is such a huge compliment, I’m truly grateful. Also, I’m very happy to receive requests now. ❤️ I absolutely agree with you!

I decided to split this one into headcanons and a full scene, all of it under the cut. ❤️

Now, I highly recommend all to read Fyodor’s ideal type and mild NSFW headcanons first to gather a better foundation of understanding for this post.

Make yourself comfortable, because it is SO LONG. Not proof-read.

Mdni, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!fyodor, NSFW, Yandere!Fyodor, misogyny(?), manipulation, unhealthy behaviour etc.

Headcanons

"I have studied the human body and refreshed my knowledge about a woman's first sexual intercourse and its complications. I will minimize any discomfort for you as much as possible, моя любовь. (my love)." - Fyodor, probably.

I have considered various possibilities here.

Would Fyodor restrict your sight or movement on your first night together?

Initially, I thought he might, given his discomfort with his own vulnerability.

I imagined he would start with gentle bondage, gradually trusting you and himself, moving to intimate, vanilla sex, and then incorporating more BDSM elements once he truly felt comfortable. This progression would stem from a place of trust rather than insecurity.

However, I realized I was probably very, very wrong. Here's why:

Assuming you are the woman of his dreams -dreams he wasn't even aware of- and perfect for him in every imaginable way, it still wouldn't be enough for him to just marry you. For Fyodor to truly want you and marry you, your bond would need to be at a soulmate level, characterized by intimate, romantic, and immortal love.

Fyodor likely has a soft spot for genuineness, given his manipulative ways of achieving his goals. Genuine feelings must seem almost utopian to him.

Because emotions and feelings can grow twisted and are a great aspect as a means to an end. But now, this genuineness towards him, his true self?

That is new. That is unexpected and infectious, almost infuriating because he doesn't want to control it. He can, but he doesn't want to.

He secretly derives pleasure from your love and adoration, which has grown unexpectedly naturally.

Once he has this with you, he will want you by his side forever, in the form of a sacred marriage, as intended by God. He will desire a life of peace and harmony with you, crowned with love.

What I'm trying to say is that with someone like you, all his defenses would eventually crumble anyway. Initially, he would be flabbergasted.

Fyodor is a man of God, a man of religion, and a man of class.

Now, here he is, married to you. Craving you. Wanting you more than anything he's ever wanted. So desperately, violently, and deeply.

You look so beautiful, worthy of being captured in a high-class painting.

He will never forget how you look right now—his bride, his woman.

Though he wouldn't like to admit it, he feels nervous, a rarity for him. When was the last time he felt nervous? It must have been a very long time ago, if ever.

He cups your flushed cheeks and kisses your forehead.

He would ask you to keep your wedding dress on, not changing into anything else, because he wants to undress you himself.

He would be gentle with you, touching and caressing you as if you're made of glass.

From here on, enjoy the scene I wrote for you:

Scene

You blush softly, nervously gripping your feminine, lace wedding dress. Your soft, flowy hair falls into your face as you look up adoringly at the man you married just this evening.

It is your wedding night, and you are more than nervous to fulfill the marital act.

"Welcome back, my love. Did you find what you were looking for?"

Fyodor lets his sharp, attentive gaze roam over your delicate frame, studying every little detail about you. He excused himself for a moment to give you some time alone, knowing how nervous you are.

Even though some alcohol might help you relax, he doesn't want you to be in a hazy or mindless state as he takes you for the first time. He values the specialty of your first night, very deeply.

The subtle blush on your cheeks brings a small, barely noticeable smirk to Fyodor's lips. He slowly walks up to you, a pale, slim-fingered hand gently gripping your chin, tilting your head up slightly so that you have no choice but to meet his eyes.

"I did."

His gaze softly trails down your figure.

"I see you are ready for me, my dear. How delightful."

You make a great effort not to stutter.

Normally, you are so comfortable around him. He gives you all the strength you so dearly love about him.

You are like two swans, dancing and swimming around each other, never able to split from each other mentally. Just like them, you are bound to each other, for as long as you will live. There are only two. Never one less, never one more.

You stutter anyway, barely visible but clear as day to the man who loves you with all his cold heart.

Cold? No, not to you. After all, you're the only one who can pull on his heartstrings in such a carefree, natural manner, which even surprises him.

"Since you told me not to take off my wedding dress... I didn't..."

A dark eyebrow quirks up, and it's obvious he's amused. The smirk on his lips turns into a wicked smile as he moves to stand close in front of you, his slender figure now towering over your smaller one.

With his hand still holding your chin, he gently runs his thumb over your lower lip.

"You did well, my dear. I'm pleased."

You blush at his praise, an innocent smile forming on your lips. Your hand gently touches his in return.

Noticing the pure and vulnerable reaction on your part, Fyodor's smile broadens just the slightest bit. A hint of something dark, clashing with something much deeper and loving, flashes in his eyes as he shifts closer, his hand on your chin moving to cradle your jaw now.

"Are you ready, my dear? For what is about to come?"

You nod softly.

"I am, my love. I'll do anything for you."

As if by their own accord, his slender fingers move to toy with a strand of your hair, and his intense eyes study you, clearly in thought. You can't read them, but you know that they are filled with you. His next words come out as a smooth murmur, resonating with something mildly possessive.

"It is such a novel phenomenon. To crave someone's body and soul, with such deepness."

Your eyes widen. It is unlikely for Fyodor to be rather direct in his own vulnerability, but it is fairly likely for him to be direct about judgmental aspects of things. It makes your heart sing, your body tremble. Oh, how fulfilling and soulful it is, being loved by such a man as your Fyodor.

He is the most vulnerable you've ever seen him before. Much more so than when he kissed you for the first time or held your hand. He is not someone who declares his possessiveness with physical affection but rather with subliminal gestures.

You gently place a kiss on his cheek, feeling like you have to do something in return for his heartfelt words.

Fyodor's smirk softens just the slightest bit at the feeling of your warm lips on his cheek, and he once more moves closer, now trapping your body against his.

He grips your chin again, tilting your head up and exposing your neck to him, which he then proceeds to litter with tender kisses, his words a mere whisper against your skin.

"We are bound together for all of eternity... You are mine now, моя любовь... only I get to have you like this, you understand?"

It is a fuzzy feeling, hazing your mind.

He knows exactly how to woo you, of course.

"I will love you, for all eternity."

You reply with a gentle voice, your eyes fixed on his, your lips trembling slightly as you breathe softly. His kisses make your head spin.

Feeling you respond to his touch is like a drug to him, a small sound of satisfaction leaving his lips when your eyes meet his, and the way your breath quickens has him wanting to hear more of your reactions. He slowly pushes a leg between yours to keep you in place.

"That's it, sweetheart... you look so pretty like this. So incredibly beautiful, all mine for the taking."

That is so unusual for him to talk this way. But it makes sense to you once you think about how well he knows you. What he needs to say to push your buttons and make you feel utterly comfortable about yourself and your relationship with him.

You grip your wedding dress with an innocent expression, your palms sweating with nervousness, unsure when he will take your dress off. Will he like what he sees? You hope so.

Seeing your nervousness and the slight tremble in your body, a wicked smile settles on Fyodor's lips. He lets out a low hum, almost as if amused by the effect he has on you.

"You're nervous, aren't you, my sweet?

There's no need to be, my dear. I'll be gentle with you, I assure you."

His voice drops to a deep murmur as he runs his hand over your shoulder, fingers teasing the fabric of your dress.

"I have studied the human body thoroughly and refreshed my knowledge about a woman's first sexual intercourse and its complications. I will minimize any discomfort for you as much as possible, моя любовь."

You nod gently, waiting patiently for him to undress you.

He looks down at you, a pleased hum leaving his lips.

You are so obedient, and your behavior, your innocence, is a sweet addition. He opens the zipper of your wedding dress gently, with a deep, dark gaze burning in his eyes, brighter and brighter with each passing second.

The candlelight flickers, casting a soft glow on his face, transcending you into a warm, fuzzy state. You didn't notice when and how he freed you from your dress, but it is as if you wake up as your beautiful dress hits the ground with a soft sound, adding to the already unbearable tension dominating your shared bedchamber.

His own clothes are far more complicated to discard than yours, and he moves to start the process of removing them, his eyes meeting yours again.

You gaze at him as he undresses, hypnotized by the sight.

He slowly proceeds to shed his clothes, his movements elegant and composed.

The suit comes off first, then the shirt, leaving his upper body exposed.

There are muscles and smooth skin, but something else catches your attention

—the way the cross around his neck hangs from its silver chain, right above his chest.

"Come here, sweetheart."

You take his hand gently. You look like a doll, he thinks to himself. You look at him naively, like a fragile doll. The thought ignites a certain possessiveness inside his very soul, his heartstrings being pulled a little too tightly for his liking otherwise. This time, he is comfortable with it.

It is such a weird pleasure to feel for you, being almost completely naked before the eyes of the man you love and feeling almost no shame at all, contrary to what you expected. All the worry you felt perished like some meaningless fume.

He takes your hand, and a small smile stretches his lips.

His other hand grips your chin softly as he studies you once more up close, his intense eyes roaming over your face, every little detail of your expression. His thumb slowly caresses the soft skin of your lower lip again, feeling the delicate flesh.

His cold touch feels warm, igniting your heart with fire. Can he hear your heartbeat? He probably can. It is so loud you can barely hear your own breathing.

"Lay down on the bed, my dear."

You obey immediately, laying down with a slightly trembling, fragile state and flushed cheeks. Your eyes ask: Like this, my love? He can almost hear it in his mind.

His dark eyes roam over the sight of you lying on the bed, your slender and delicate yet pale form standing out against the white bedsheets. The contrast is truly fascinating, and his own body is all too pleased with the view.

"Exactly, sweetheart. Just like that."

He slowly approaches the bed, his smooth movements only comparable to those of a panther as he looms over you, one knee on the bed next to you.

You gulp as his intense gaze falls upon your vulnerable body. You feel nervous as your eyes lay on the poking length against the cloth of his underwear. You are mesmerized by his handsomeness, your eyes droopy and hazy. How could someone be this... divine? An immortal beauty, an even more remarkable handsomeness. It feels like a wish come true, being able to call this man your husband. Finally.

He notices the way you look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, the nervousness clearly visible in your expression.

It's almost too tempting, how innocent you look. He slowly moves to straddle you, his hands now on either side of your head, boxing you in. Leaning forward, he looks down at you, almost as if he is studying some kind of art piece with a sharp eye. His voice comes out as a deep murmur, heavy with desire.

"There's no need to be nervous, my darling. It won't hurt as much as you think it will."

His soft voice and thick Russian accent are more than enough to ease your physical pain, even if it will hurt much more than you believe. You think to yourself that you indeed want this to be a remarkable experience for both of you, but what outweighs it all for you is being able to satisfy him in every sense possible. Because you love him so, so much.

"I know, my love. I trust you."

You say with a sweet voice as he hovers over you.

The small smile on his lips from earlier returns again, and he gently runs his hand over your cheek in an affectionate manner.

"Good girl."

He slowly leans down, his body gently resting on yours as he lays on top of you. His nose now nuzzles against the crook of your neck, and he proceeds to lay gentle kisses all over it.

"Your trust in me is as admirable as it is delightful."

As Fyodor hovers over you, his touch gentle yet possessive, he feels a shift within himself. It is as though the layers of his carefully guarded demeanor are slowly peeling away, revealing a vulnerability he rarely shows. His fingers trace patterns on your skin, each caress igniting a fire within him and stirring emotions he had long kept buried.

He senses your response to his touch, your breath quickening, and he savors the power he holds over you-not in dominance, but in the depth of your connection. His eyes, dark and intense, study your every reaction as if trying to memorize every inch of you.

His voice, usually composed, now carries a hint of raw desire and tenderness.

Leaning in to kiss your neck, his lips against your skin send shivers down your spine. The sensation is both electrifying and comforting, making you melt into him even more.

He whispers endearments in his native language, promises that fill the air and wrap around both of you like a warm embrace.

He realizes how much he trusts you with his vulnerabilities, how much he craves this connection just as you do. His touch is a revelation, showing him a side of himself he hadn't fully understood before-a man who seeks solace and fulfillment in your intimacy, who finds strength in your shared vulnerability.

As you lay together, hearts beating in sync, he knows that the bond you are forging is unlike anything either of you had experienced. It is a love that transcends words, a love that embraces your flaws and insecurities, making you stronger together than you could ever be apart.

His fingers traced patterns on your skin, each caress igniting a fire within him and stirring emotions he had long kept buried.

You mewl softly at each kiss, your warm body pressed flush against his. You move your arms shyly, wrapping them around his waist, your fingers gently caressing his back as he continues to kiss your neck, breathing your scent in as you breathe in his, a soft hum leaving your lips.

He hums back into the crook of your neck, the sound almost akin to a pleased growl. Presenting his emotions with such an intimate voice was indeed intoxicating and fulfilling for him.

Your touches, your soft gasps, and sounds of pleasure make him want your first time to be as good as possible. So he focuses on being gentle with you, on restraining himself.

"Mhh~" you mewl again, caressing his skin softly as you relax against his body slightly, melting into his kisses.

His body is hot against yours, his muscles taut against your delicate frame as he starts to kiss your collarbone, now leaving a trail of kisses down to your shoulder, leaving a couple on your skin as he murmurs against you. He loves the sounds you make in response to his touches, and the way you caress his skin has him wanting to hear more of your sweet voice.

"My good girl..."

A soft, gentle hum as response.

"Sweetheart... you're doing very well."

He was so uncharacteristically chatty. Of course, he knew exactly how to reassure you, to make you feel comfortable. You smile with delight, happy as you think that he is happy with your demeanor. You shyly place a kiss on his neck, trying to please him more.

He feels his body shiver slightly at the feeling of your soft lips on his neck, and he rewards you with a hum that is close to a purr against your skin. His one hand moves from next to your head to gently run his fingers through your soft hair, his body relaxing against yours.

"My wife."

You gently brush your lips against his, submissively asking to be kissed.

"My husband.."

He pulls back to look down at you, something akin to amusement dancing across his face for a short moment, but soon enough it's replaced with a fond smile when he sees your gentle demand. Oh, demanding something from him? Only a few would be stupid enough to demand anything from him. You were the singular exception.

The only person in the whole wide world whom he wanted to fulfill their demands.

Loving someone so deeply was intoxicatingly humbling, to say the least.

A hand of his cups your soft cheek again as he leans down to close the distance. His lips capture yours in a gentle kiss, pressing against your soft lips and molding them to fit his.

You mewl softly again, kissing him back as skillfully as possible, still struggling a little to keep up with his movements.

You never kissed anyone before your now rightful husband. It was so easy for Fyodor to know how to move even though he lacked experience as well.

He was so quick to grasp and learn, which you were, naturally, not. You couldn't compete with him in that sense, and you were accepting it the way it is. You were accepting him.

Your kisses before were so innocent in comparison to this all-consuming passion. He slowly pushes further into the kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of your parted lips. He has already figured out the fact that you have never kissed anyone before him, and he feels his desire for you grow stronger. Your innocence, your naivety, it's delightful.

The thought that he's the first one to do this to you, to kiss you, to make you moan under him... it all has him wanting to claim and mark you as his own. His inner possessiveness shines through his cold and calculating persona, proving to him that he is human, with valid impulses and desires, after all.

It was laughable how he now indeed is in the same position as any other human being he would've stamped as exhibiting "petty" behavior.

This must be what God intended between a man and a woman.

Oh, you were trying to imitate his movements. You were trying your best to please him. How delightful. How adorable. How, so very his.

A pleased sound leaves him as he feels you respond similarly to his tongue, your attempts to imitate him making him almost shiver with desire. He slowly rolls his hips against you, his body grinding against yours as his hand on your cheek moves to your jaw, gently gripping it as he deepens the kiss.

You breathe shakily as he rolls his hips against you, feeling a hardness between your legs for the first time. You mewl uncontrollably, blushing in the process.

He is holding himself together just enough to remain gentle. It wasn't as easy as he expected it to be. His tongue now slowly starts to explore the inside of your mouth, tasting you. Even so, he can't quite hold back the slight growl that vibrates in his throat when you mewl against his lips, the sound coming out almost embarrassingly primal.

Your fingers continue to caress his back as he kisses you, your shaking legs opening wider as he presses his hips against you. You spread them even more, trying to grant him wider access.

A shudder of desire goes through him as you open your legs wider, a hint of surprise in his expression as he feels you do so. He hums into the kiss in approval, his own hardness pressing against you through his underwear.

For a moment, he pulls back and looks down at you, his gaze burning, intense.

He's trying hard to keep control, but the way you're submitting to him, the way you're opening for him, it's driving him insane in a strangely positive way.

Mhh~

You can feel a warm feeling building up between your legs, which is unfamiliar to you. You feel warm and desperate.

"F-Fyodor？~"

The sound of your voice, the desperate and needy edge to it, almost snaps the last bit of restraint he has left. His name, said in that voice, makes him want to devour you, to make you his completely. His eyes roam across your face, the innocent, yet needy expression you're making, before looking at the way your legs are opening wider for him as he's positioned between them.

"Mhmm, yes, sweetheart?..."

"I-just..."

You say shyly, gazing at him as he plays with the hem of your underwear, about to take it off your body.

"Say it."

"I feel unusual..."

He hums, his fingers toying with the edge of your panties, the soft, white fabric a bare contrast against your fragile body. His gaze never leaves yours as he slowly leans down to kiss your jaw, and then your neck.

"Unusual, you say?... Where do you feel this feeling?"

You knew that he knew. He wanted what he always wanted, in any other case too. To overpower you, dominate you, in his own weird, affectionate way you oh-so-dearly adored. The feeling that always made you feel safe with him. You gulp, trying to play the embarrassment off, sharing your feelings as you do always, genuinely with him.

"D-down there..."

His lips move to your earlobe, and he gives your ear a playful nip, before he murmurs against it, his voice rough against your skin.

"Would you like me to touch you down there, sweetheart?"

A soft moan leaves your lips for the first time at the way he's talking so openly, so gently to you. Your cheeks are flushed and your breath heavy.

"Y-yes...my love...please."

His lips curve into a tiny smile against your ear at your small moan, and your answer pleases him. His fingers now grab onto your panties, slowly pulling them down, leaving your sensitive and already dripping flesh exposed to his eyes. His hand slowly caresses up your thigh, his touch gentle, yet dominant as his fingers slowly make their way up to the soft flesh between your legs.

"Good girl... tell me, have you ever touched yourself down here before?"

"N-no..."

There it was again. The mental control he's pulling you under. The pleasure of knowing that he is the only one, the first, and the last, makes him derive pleasure simply by thinking about this fact.

His breath hitches, and a shiver runs through his body as he registers that you're completely untouched, unspoiled, that he's the first and only one to touch you like this. A possessive thrill, a certain kind of primal instinct, flows through his body at the thought, and he can't help the smile that forms across his lips, his face still next to your ear.

"What a perfect woman... you're doing so well, моя мышь..."

His fingers slowly reach their destination, gently caressing your folds, which he can definitely feel are already slick and oh so sensitive. It should’ve been an unusual feeling for him, but touching you so intimately only feels right to him. His wife.

"Mhhh~!"

You let out a soft moan, pushing your head back against the pillow, your eyes half-lidded and hazy.

"Such beautiful sounds you make for me, sweetheart..."

His fingers continue their gentle caresses, his gaze taking in the sight of you writhing underneath him, the way you're already so eager for more, and it's driving him crazy. Soon enough, a single finger of his slowly teases your entrance, the tip just gently pressing against it, testing the waters so to speak. Your mouth falls open, your eyes closing in pure pleasure.

His eyes don't miss a single detail of your reactions. Every shiver, every gasp, every moan and mewl you make in response to his touches has him wanting to see more, to hear more, to drive you absolutely wild. His finger slowly starts to slide inside you, gently, carefully, testing the waters as his lips now move to your neck, gently nipping at your skin.

"Aghh!~"

You moan loudly as even his fingertip makes it feel very stretching.

"Mmm-my... so tight."

He murmurs against the crook of your neck, where he's now resting his head and gently nipping the soft skin, his finger slowly inching deeper into you.

His own breathing is heavy now against your skin, his lips letting out small, ragged breaths as he listens to your sweet reactions, the way you clench around his digit.

"Tell me...who do you belong to?"

You moan loudly, your fingers dipping against his back gently, scratching a deep stripe down his back.

"You…..F-Fyodor—ahhh!~"

His eyes almost roll back at the feeling of your fingers grasping his back, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him, especially with the way you moan his name, making his breath stutter slightly. It feels like the sweetest sin, this, his beautiful, perfect lover arching against his body, and it's driving him wild with desire. Your tight warmth has him wanting more, and his finger slowly continues to move inside you.

"You're so good for me, sweetheart... so perfect for me..."

It is an uncomfortable stretch for you, making your eyes sting with tears a little as you look at him innocently, mewling softly as he works it open.

"Mhmm, shh... sweetheart... don't look at me like that. I might devour you just fully."

He murmurs against the crook of your neck, his voice a little shaky as his finger is engulfed in your tight warmth.

He can see the tears in your eyes, he can feel how your body tenses a little from the painful stretch, and his free hand gently cups your flushed cheek.

"Relax for me, darling... it will feel better in just a moment..."

"It already feels-ah~"

He hums against your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin and then soothing it with his tongue, as he keeps his finger still inside you. He takes in the way you cling to him, your body so sweet and sensitive against his one, and it makes him feel feral almost. He slowly starts to move his finger again, gently, carefully, trying to work your body open for him.

"That's it... good girl.."

You can feel your body adjusting to this new digit, making you feel the sensations you are receiving all the better.

You moan and mewl softly, your hips gently moving along with his finger.

"Mhhh~ ahh~"

He lets out a soft hiss against your neck at the sight of your hips subconsciously moving, trying to get more of his finger.

He's trying hard to keep control, but it's very hard when you're being so sweet and responsive for him.

"Mhm... look at you, moving with me like that... you're so perfect for me."

He pushes his finger in deeper, watching your face intently as he does.

Your mouth falls open, a deep moan escaping your throat.

The sound of your moan has his body shuddering against yours, his breathing ragged now as he continues to watch the expression on your face.

He can feel how tight and wet you're getting, slowly trying to take his finger deeper, and he rewards you by gently crooking it inside you, wanting to see the way you react to that.

"Such beautiful sounds, my sweet girl...you're so good for me..."

Your eyes roll back slightly, moaning out his name with a sweet tremble in your voice.

The way you moan his name, the way your voice trembles as he crooks his finger inside you, it makes a shiver of desire run down his spine. He can feel how wet and warm you're getting, how your body keeps trying to draw his finger in, and it feels maddening, like the sweetest sin.

"Mhmm, that's it sweetheart... call out my name, say it again."

"Mhh~ Fyodor!~"

You moan out his name, now completely relaxing with the new adjustment.

He almost lets out a feral sound at the sound of his name on your lips, the way you moan it, so sweet and so, so perfect. He can hear how much more relaxed you are now, your body adjusting to the feeling of his finger inside of you. He wants to see more, to hear more, to hear you moan his name more, so the pace of his finger picks up, now slightly pumping inside you, pressing in deep as he crooks it against your walls.

"Mhmm~... say it again. Say my name again for me."

"AGH!~ F-FYODOR—-mhhhhhhhh~"

His eyes go dark with desire at the sound of his name from your lips again, your sweet voice, the way you moan so beautifully with only one of his fingers inside you. It's absolutely maddening, and he never knew he could lose it so easily over something like the sound of his own name.

"Mhmm, that's my darling... good girl."

He keeps going, the pace of his finger picking up a little more now. He's so close to losing control, but he's resisting, trying to savor the moment of your sweet submission.

Your legs are starting to tremble slightly, your hips rolling against his finger instinctively, moaning out his name.

"Fyodor...mhhh~ Fyodor~"

Your legs shaking, your soft hips moving against his finger, the moans of his name... the way you're falling apart for him so prettily, it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and it has him nearly losing it. He shushes you gently, trying to soothe you, to guide you into letting go for him.

"Yes... just like that, darling... just let go, give yourself to me completely..."

You can feel that tight knot building up inside of you, almost overwhelming your senses. The knot inside your belly feels like it's going to snap soon.

"F-Fyodor...I-I feel like something is—"

He shushes you gently, his breath hot against your ear as his finger keeps moving inside you, relentless yet so tender.

"Shh... it's okay, my love... just let it happen. Let yourself feel everything, let go for me..."

He can tell you're close, that tight knot inside you building up, and he knows you're about to reach your peak, and it's driving him wild.

His free hand caresses your cheek, his lips gently kissing your temple as his finger keeps moving inside you, wanting to draw every bit of pleasure out of you.

"It's okay, let go, моя мышь...“

His words make you snap like a thin rubber band, your body tightening around his finger as you feel your release take over your body. Moaning and shaking, your whole body reacts to the intense pleasure he's giving you.

The way your body clenches around his finger, the way you moan and shake, it's more than he ever expected, and it drives him wild. He continues to move his finger inside you, working you through your orgasm, his breath hot and heavy against your skin as he murmurs sweet, encouraging words to you, soothing you through your high.

"Mhm... yes, that's it... good girl...you're so beautiful.”

He's relishing in the sight of your body trembling with pleasure, your release coating his finger, the way you look so lost in ecstasy, all because of him. His heart swells with possessive pride and affection for you, and he knows that this is only the beginning, that he wants to see you like this again and again.

"Such a good girl for me... so perfect.."

As you come down from your high, his finger slowly stills inside you, and he gently pulls it out, his gaze softening as he looks at your flushed, beautiful face. He brings his finger to his lips, tasting your essence with a hum of satisfaction, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Mmm... you taste so sweet, моя мышь..."

You feel absolutely exhausted yet so satisfied. His finger sliding out of you feels like a void being left behind. You softly smile at him, your eyes half-lidded and tired.

He looks down at you, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of your tired yet satisfied smile. However, the feeling is overwhelming for him too. He needs you, more than you can imagine. He gently kisses your forehead, his hand caressing your cheek tenderly.

You know it is time. He lifts himself up slightly, checking to ensure you are comfortable. Then, finally, he gently pushes in.

"Mhhh~!~"

He groans, his body starting to betray the composure he held onto. It was so much harder than his calculation. It was truly humbling, even for him.

"Love... relax for me..."

His voice is filled with frustration, thick and breathy.

"Mhhhhh~!~"

Your eyes widen slightly as the feeling is far more intense than the feeling of his fingers, making you let out a faint scream-moan.

He can't help letting out a little hiss at the delicious sound you make as he gently pushes himself into you, slowly, inch by inch, trying to keep himself under control and not hurt you.

"Mhm... shh... shh... you're doing so well, darling..."

The feeling of your body clenching around him has him gritting his teeth, his breathing ragged in an effort to not lose control completely. You push your forehead into the crook of his neck, your hands on his back as he pushes in, making you moan deeply.

He lets you push your head against his neck, wanting you to feel comfortable and safe as he gently continues to push into you, slowly and carefully, making sure he's not hurting you. Your hands on his back, your sweet, deep moans in his ear, everything about you is perfect, and it's driving him absolutely crazy with desire, but he keeps it together, barely.

"Mhm... you're taking me so well, my sweet darling~..."

The stretch is a mix of pain and pleasure for you, confusing your mind.

The intense connection between you two feels like it's changing something fundamental within you, a mix of vulnerability and deep affection that's overwhelming.

"Aghhh~ mhhh~F-Fyodor-I-it's too m-much..."

A low growl escapes him at your intoxicating, desperate, and sweet words.

The way you're being so inexperienced and sweet for him fills his heart with pride, as petty as that might be. It takes all of his willpower not to lose control right there and then. He slowly pulls back and presses in again, trying to give your body the time to adjust.

"Mhmm... shh... it's because you're a good, pure girl, darling... I know you can take it... you're being such a good girl, taking me so deep already..."

Your eyes roll back, your head falling onto the pillow as he pushes in deeper.

The sight of you being so sweet and overwhelmed, your head falling back onto the pillow as he gently pushes in deeper, has something inside him snap.

He gently growls against your neck, his hands pinning your hips down on the bed.

"Mmmm... such a beautiful, sweet girl... look at you... do you like how I feel inside you, darling? Is it too much for your pure, innocent body?~

Questions he knew the answers to. Oh, it was so arousing. The pulsating feeling of him made your head spin. His words were laced with a possessiveness that both thrilled and scared you. It was as if he wanted to own every part of you, and every fibre of your being wanted that too.

"Mhh~ y-yes...my love, yes~!"

The way you moan that way, the way you call him "my love" in your sweet voice, drives him absolutely mad.

He slowly starts rocking his hips against yours, trying to keep a gentle and steady pace, his voice ragged as he whispers praises in your ear.

Your moans, your voice calling out his name, your body clinging to his— it all makes him feel primal, the need to claim you overwhelming. But he's gentle, maintaining his control as always, his breath ragged as he keeps whispering against your ear:

"Mhmm... that's it, sweetheart... does it feel good, darling? Mhmmm... say my name again, sweet girl..."

"Fyodor-it feels...mhhh~ s-so good..~"

You say with a fragile voice. A low, guttural, possessive growl escapes his lips at that, the sound being both gentle and primal at the same time. He needs to hear you say his name, over and over again, to know that you're his and his alone.

"Mhmmm... that's it, sweetheart... good girl... so good for me... say it again, darling... keep saying my name..."

"Fyodor~ Fyodor~ ahhh~ mhh~Fyodor~"

You moan softly with each thrust, your eyes closing and opening halfway.

Something possessive flares up in him at the way you moan his name, again and again, saying it over and over. He slowly starts to increase the pace of his thrusting, his breath ragged against your skin as his hands gently pin your hips down on the bed.

"Mmm... say it again, darling... who do you belong to? Say it... who's the only one you belong to...?"

"Fyodor..~ you, my love~ mhhh~"

You place your trembling legs upon his thighs, under his buttocks as he rolls his hips and thrusts.

He can't control the hiss that escapes him as you answer him, telling him that you're only his, that you belong to him, and it drives him absolutely insane, something inside him that he tried to keep at bay flaring up completely. His hips snap against yours in a slightly rougher manner as he lets out a low growl against your neck.

You moan loudly, a wet popping sound echoing through your shared bedchamber.

The sound of your moan, you saying his name, the way you’re so submissive and letting him take control so easily—it's driving him absolutely insane, and he's no longer trying to hold back. Never in his seemingly endless life did he expect to lose control this easily.

"Mhmmm~..."

He hisses softly as he picks up the pace a bit, his body gently shuddering against yours, his breathing ragged.

He growls again at the way you moan, a slightly wilder look in his eyes as you cry out like that. His pace picks up more, gently and slowly taking you deeper and deeper, his hands gently holding your hips as he continues to thrust.

"Mhm... yes, that's it... just relax for me, sweet girl... I know you can take it... you're doing so well for me.."

"F-Fyodor, I feel so-mhhhh~ ahhhh~"

He hears the change in your voice, the way it's getting higher pitched, sensing you’re nearing your own climax, which makes him even more excited.

"Mhmmm... you are close, right, sweetheart...? Mhmm... let me hear your pretty voice..."

He leans over her, gently pinning her down as his thrusts become faster and deeper.

"Y-yes!~"

Your mouth falls open.

"Aghhh~F-Fyodor-AGH! Mhhhhh~"

He looks down at you, absorbing every sound you make, watching your overwhelmed expression and those innocent eyes. It takes everything in him not to lose himself completely, his breathing ragged as he gazes down at you.

Your body arches against him, head falling back, presenting your neck to him as you whine.

"Mmmmh... yes, that's it, sweetheart... don't hold back..."

He growls at the sight of her arching against him, your head falling back, the primal, possessive side of him barely restrained. He gently bends down, lips finding the pale skin of your neck, biting and sucking.

"Mhmmm... yes, my sweet girl, just like that..."

"Agghhhh~ my~-ahhh~~"

He can't hold back any longer, you arching against him, your moans and calls driving him wild. His body shudders, last restraints snapping, breathing ragged, hips moving faster.

"Mmm... just let go... be a good girl, sweetheart... do what your body tells you to do..."

You are releasing tension with loud, desperate moans, a soft cry of pleasure, body shaking dramatically under him, moaning out his name.

Your release, sweet moans, body shuddering wildly under him, drive him over the edge. He growls against your neck, hips rolling, snapping in a fast, desperate pace, body trembling, pleasure coursing through him as you call out. His own release washes over him violently, making his own body shudder and tremble with the aftershocks of his release.

"Mfff- mhhhh... good girl... such... a good girl..."

He shivers, voice ragged, trying to slow down after release, body pressed against yours, warm and satisfied, nuzzling your neck, possessive growl escaping.

"Mhmmm... my love... you did so well..."

You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his skin.

His heart aches at your sweet, desperate hold, your face in his neck, his arms gently wrapped around you, body shivering, nuzzling you. It is a perfect moment.

"I will have Ivan run us a bath in a moment."

You chuckle absentmindedly, head still fuzzy from the mind-blowing pleasure you just experienced, eliciting a soft smile from your beloved husband. It's a genuine, lazy, loving smile-one that you, and only you, rarely get to see.

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daintyduck99 · 2 years ago

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For the Fanfic Ask Game: B, F, K, O :D

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

So my experiences typically inform smaller elements in a story, but there is one series that's largely inspired by personal experience--the Stranger Things Summer Camp AU. Much of the chaos/shenanigans that occur are based on actual bonkers events that happened at the church camp my friend/co-writer and I attended when we were kids (which is where the whole mattress in a dumpster thing comes from--I SAID GA-RAGE NOT GAR-BAHGE was real lol)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

The first that comes to mind is this one from Love Me Like I'm Brand New:

"Julie," he murmurs, releasing her wrists and tucking some of her curls behind her ear, "are you sure—I don't want to make things weird with—"

She silences him by placing her hand on his cheek, tracing his lower lip with her thumb. He leans into her touch, and she smiles at him tenderly.

"Reggie. I don't love him like that anymore. He doesn't love me like that anymore, either. But I do love you."

"Like that?" Reggie croaks, half-convinced that he must be dreaming, but Julie could never be quite so vivid in his imagination, so kind and beautiful and uniquely styled in his favorite pajamas.

"Like this," Julie whispers, drawing him into a sweet kiss with one hand on his cheek and the other threaded in his hair.

Like--I managed to say so much with so little there, all neatly folded into one sweet exchange. She does love him romantically, but not in the same way she loved Luke because he's not Luke, and when she says like this she's also saying let me show you and I am proud of it! It still gives me butterflies honestly

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Ages ago, I wrote this three sentence au based on the prompt "orphan au" where Alex's parents died in a car accident when he was a kid. It would've been interesting to explore how he would've grown up without them, and how he would have felt about them on top of him getting to grow up elsewhere (initially I think I had placed him with the Pattersons, which could tie into a different sort of conflict where he's more directly involved in Luke's clash with his parents over music). I'm not one for largely angsty things, so I never wrote more, but I do still rotate the concept in my mind every now and then because it compels me

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

My story ideas tend to stem from the characters! What they would do in certain situations, or what sort of dynamics they might have in a certain universe, or how they'd react to a certain thing, how they'd talk about something. It's almost like some sort of character analysis tends to jumpstart most of my plots (or I listen to a song and blorbo brain goes PUT THIS PERSON IN THAT SITUATION), so I want to say it's a very character-driven process for me.

#fanfic asks #about ash's fics #thanks for the ask! ❤️

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polarisbibliotheque · 3 years ago

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Vergil with his s/o using Yamato in a fight

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: Vergil had been training you on the art of yielding the power of Yamato. When one of his jobs alongside Dante and Nero went wrong, it was up to you to save the Sparda's - even if you weren't totally ready for it.

Author's notes: I just marathoned The Matrix and watched the 4th movie and, well... How can I put it into words... All the feelings I have were summed up by Trinity in the 4th movie and I am SCREAMING at how amazing she is and how much the power of love™️ is the thing that saves these two in ALL the movies (and everyone seemed to have missed the point that yeah, the movies are about a bunch of phylosophical things, but also love. My kind of story). So, here we are with Vergil, his ass-kicking s/o and the power of love™️ :D

*TRIGGER WARNING*: Vergil has a panic attack during one paragraph. It describes the feeling and I'm gonna keep it in purple in case you want to jump that part!

Vergil couldn’t precisely say when things got out of control.

He was effortlessly slaughtering another powerful demon when, suddenly, Nero appeared. He got used to fighting alongside Dante – it was something Vergil didn’t think he could enjoy but, secretly, he found it was better than doing things alone. But Nero…?

He wanted him out of the way.

The boy thought it was because his father didn’t like him – but Vergil knew that wasn’t true. With Nero around, he had a disadvantage. He got worried. It threw him off his focus – and that, for Vergil, could be lethal.

Of course, he was too proud to explain that to his own son. It was better if Nero believed he didn’t like him – that way, the kid would have a good reason to stay away. It weighted in Vergil’s heart, but he was already used to dealing with that kind of weight.

“Nero! Get out of here!” He didn’t want to be the kind of father who would always scold his son, but there he was.

“Why, huh? You’re that annoyed to have me around, ol’ man?” Nero had one of his sarcastic smiles plastered on his lips, already fed up with all that avoidance from his own father whenever they were hunting. “Guess what? No way to get rid of me now!”

“Of course. As foolish as your uncle.” Vergil muttered while using one of Yamato’s attacks to sever through multiple enemies, sparing both him and Nero.

That only made Nero angrier.

“Ei! This is between you two!” Dante hit another demon as if he was using a baseball bat, sending the creature flying in the skies never to be seen again. “Don’t drag me into this; you’re the one who needs to learn to deal with people!”

“Both of you need it!” Nero exploded in rage, using his anger to sucker punch a demon right in the face before it could even think about attacking them. “You two have issues, ya know?!”

“Ei, kiddo, I’ve been around longer than ‘Mr. Power’ here.” Dante didn’t even look at the demons, resting his sword on his shoulder and just shooting at the ones who dared to approach too much.

“It didn’t do you too good.” Vergil rolled his eyes, keeping demons at bay with long distance cuts from Yamato.

Nero laughed, agreeing with his dad. Something inside him wanted to kick himself for being nice to Vergil – but, as soon as he saw a slight smile on his father’s lips, Nero thought maybe his reaction wasn’t that bad.

“See?! It’s so much easier if we get along, you ass!” Yes, he wanted to sucker punch Vergil. And Dante. And whatever approached him at the moment.

Nico mentioned he might have anger management issues – and honestly, Nero just disagreed because it was Nico. But she probably was right.

“You need to learn to listen…”

Vergil stopped everything he was doing to stare at Nero – and he would drag the kid out of there if he needed to, but it was too late. The demon who sent all his minions to do its bidding appeared – crowned in the helmet of an Angelo Commander. One of the creatures who used to hold the ones like Vergil on a leash back when he fell on Hell.

“A son…?” The demon’s voice reverberated through the ground, making Vergil’s blood boil. It was the first time Nero saw such rage in his father’s cold eyes. “He will make a good addition to my army.”

“You will only try.” It was the last thing Vergil muttered before disappearing in a blur right in front of Nero and Dante. They exchanged looks while searching for the blue demon – but Vergil was already unleashing all his rage on the Angelo.

Dante immediately triggered to fly into battle. He could see how emotional Vergil was – and that was never good. Vergil losing his temper could only mean two things: either he would bring the whole city down in his rage or he wouldn’t be focused enough, falling right after that big burst of energy.

Dante considered both a disaster – he had to do his best to bring Vergil back to his cold and calculating state.

Nero jumped into battle right after his uncle – he didn’t need to be protected; he could do it himself. They were very aware Nero was stronger than both of those fools together and now they treated him like a child? He didn’t want to admit it was an instinct from both of them to protect family – after all, what did Nero and Vergil know about paternal instincts? – so he settled with them being dumb and belittling Nero’s power.

It was the most logical explanation after all.

That was why you couldn’t believe your eyes as you approached the fight. You were helping Trish and Lady with other demons, but, after finishing your job, you decided to check on them with the big guys. And that’s when you found Dante being held down by a bunch of demons, Vergil struggling against a good batch and the Angelo Commander trying to assimilate Nero as the boy fought viciously to survive.

It was when Nero heard his father being hit by a demon that his focus shifted. With that, the Angelo Commander managed to grab his opponent – Nero struggling as much as he could. Vergil screamed something no one could understand, because at that very moment, a swarm of demons launched themselves at him, knocking Yamato out of his hands.

That never happened before.

Nero watched in disbelief as his father was brought to his knees right in front of him – Vergil lost his beloved Yamato for trying to protect him. It downed on Nero that, after all, it was an instinct.

His dad was trying to save him.

“I waited long enough to have you in my ranks once more, son of Sparda.” The Angelo approached with big steps as Vergil kept being held on his knees, trying to make himself free. Dante screamed something, but with all the demons holding him face down on the ground, it was impossible to understand – he was trying, though, to reach his sword and save his brother and nephew.

Nero couldn’t understand what was going on. What did he mean by “once more”? No one ever told him what happened to Vergil. Did that mean his father was made into one of those mindless demons and managed to break himself free? Nero wasn’t aware of that but… Well. It was something to be respected. He couldn’t let Vergil fall again.

Specially not because of him.

“Hey, you ass, you already got me! Forgot it already?!” He tried to get the Angelo Commander’s attention, but it was to no use. The demon already summoned an Angelo helmet, ready to assimilate Vergil into his army.

Those silvery eyes were never as scared and angry as they were at that moment. Vergil had all his memories of his first “coronation” coming back like a punch on his stomach – he thought he would be sick. He couldn’t breathe. He wanted to break away, but his body was trembling, and he wasn’t able to fight. Vergil couldn’t feel his fingertips, nor his legs, and it looked like the world was slowly crumbling apart around him. His heart raced and it seemed like he would die – as if there wasn’t enough air in the world to help him fill his lungs. His eyes overflowed with anger and fear – and Nero was speechless.

He had never seen Vergil having a panic attack before. He thought Vergil wasn’t able to feel all that.

“Welcome back… Nelo Angelo.”

Dante and Nero struggled once more, screaming while trying to break themselves free. They had to save Vergil. They had to do something.

And, as the helmet was inches away from Vergil’s head, the Yamato stopped it from touching him.

“Round four, bitch.” You had a cocky smile on your lips, holding the blue and white hilt of the katana with pride, piercing through that hellish helmet, and breaking it in half.

“Y/n?!” Nero couldn’t believe his eyes. With a swift movement, you made the Angelo stumble back, the helmet breaking into a thousand little pieces. Vergil looked up at you with relief mixing with the despair in his rapid beating heart – if he didn’t know better, he would say you were an angel.

“You are not… The blood of Sparda.” The Angelo was honestly confused as you yielded Yamato to swiftly kill a bunch of demons in a matter of seconds, making his way towards him.

Focused. Powerful. Staring at your prey. Just like the Dark Slayer.

“No. But I do have the heart of one of them.” You raised your head with pride, getting into position with Yamato right by the side of your face. “And that is enough to yield his power.”

Running towards your enemy, the Angelo Commander did the same, finally letting Nero go. It wouldn’t be easy, of course: he was immediately surrounded by a swarm of bloodthirsty demons – Nero did his best to kill them as fast as he could to help you.

He thought you wouldn’t be able to tackle a demon that powerful – you were human, after all. You could get seriously hurt. And, even if Nero didn’t want to admit it, he couldn’t allow you to get hurt because of their foolishness.

You had been training, though. Night after night, you and Vergil got together so he could teach you how to use the Yamato. You weren’t ready to yield its whole power, but you knew a thing or two. And, if it meant saving Vergil from that doomed Angelo fate, you would do everything in your power.

The demon didn’t even know what happened. You hit it with a powerful combo, making it take a few steps back. You took your time to think and stare at the demon, figuring out your next move. It tried to hit you with its sword, but you managed to dodge every blow, not taking a single hit – if you did, you’d probably be dead, though. Sheathing the Yamato, you took it as an opportunity to block a few blows, using your own energy to help you.

Yielding the Yamato demanded a lot. You studied enough occultism to be powerful on arcane arts, but you had never seen anything like that before. You were always astounded by Vergil’s seemingly effortless use of his power – both his arcane and martial abilities at the same time – making it seem like it was the easiest thing in the world. You would be drained after that fight, but you wouldn’t allow any of them to fall.

“How…? How can a human…?” The Angelo was as astounded as Dante, Nero and Vergil watching you, the three of them trying to set themselves free from the ever-growing population of demons used to hold them down.

“Love. That’s how.” Those were the only words you would say, unsheathing the Yamato so quickly all the Angelo could see were the rapid slashes of a void cut engulfing it. Stepping as quickly as Vergil had taught you, the next combo used both the blade and the sheath to stun the demon – who fell to its knees.

“You… Cannot win.” The Angelo panted as you approached slowly, the same look of the Dark Slayer in your eyes. The demon could see it – and fear it. “You will all die.”

Taking a look around, you understood what it meant. His minions wouldn’t stop breaking down the Spardas and you, a mere human, could kill an Angelo Commander – but could you kill all those demons as well, before one of the Sparda’s fell?

Vergil could. But, in all your training sessions, you never managed to pull that off. He tried to train you, to teach you to hone your power, to focus and bring nothing but death to those pitiful demons around, but it was to no avail. You always ended up exhausted, never able to finish the attack.

You raised your head, taking a deep breath. Sheathing the Yamato, you tried to remember everything Vergil had ever taught you. It was time to calm down, to focus. Closing your eyes, you lowered in your legs, getting into the posture Vergil had corrected a thousand times.

Dante immediately realized what you wanted to do – and it could be your victory or your demise. You were human. Even if you had honed your skills up to that point, a judgement cut of that scale would probably kill you. Dante tried to reach to his sword in a desperate attempt to help you – his fingers brushing on the hilt, but never enough to grab it and break free from that mess.

Nero screamed your name, but you only ignored it. He tried to shoot his way to get to you, losing his Red Queen and Blue Rose in the process. Nero kept calling you, now trying to punch his way through those damn demons – but they were too much. He would never get to you in time.

Opening your eyes once more, the Angelo Commander could see in you the same determination he saw in Vergil himself before he fell on Hell. Holding tightly onto Yamato’s hilt, everyone felt as if a storm was approaching. Time seemed to bend, everything around being engulfed in a dark blue aura.

That was it. You always failed at that point. Risking a look to your lover by the Angelo’s side, you met Vergil’s silvery eyes – now filled with something so different than the motivation you were all so used to.

Vergil looked at you with a mix of hope, love and respect.

And that was all you needed – for the Dark Slayer only respected the power of a few beings in this world. And you were one of them.

“Yamato… Slay all.” You whispered to yourself, letting all that power be released.

You moved faster than the eyes could see. None of the Sparda’s, none of the demons and not even the Angelo Commander could watch your form as you killed every single damned soul that tried to take away your family. It was only when you appeared once more, your back facing the Angelo Commander as you kneeled on the floor and slowly sheathed the Yamato, that they understood what happened.

“How…?!” The Angelo Commander tried to ask again, but the blade was finally covered on its hilt. And, when it did, every demon gushed blood and fell on the floor – lifeless in their doomed existences.

You managed to get up and take a look around only to see Nero running towards you as Dante got himself away from the pile of demons it took to hold him down. As you tried to turn around to find your lover, you felt your world spinning violently while your legs simply couldn’t take your weight anymore, giving out as soon as you tried to move again.

Before you could hit the floor, though, Vergil managed to catch you. Your hands never left Yamato, holding tightly to their family heirloom.

On Vergil’s eyes, you could see nothing but pride.

“Y/n! Are you crazy, huh?! You could’ve died!” Nero quickly approached, almost breathless, as if he was competing with Dante who would arrive faster.

“Y/n might be dyin’ at this point. Verge?” Dante nudged his brother, who ran his fingers on your face, proudly watching you.

“Drained, not dying.” Vergil noted, raising your limp body from the ground on his arms. “It is normal after a perfect judgment cut.”

Dante and Nero just exchanged looks. Did it mean Vergil, when he first learnt it, spent his time trying to recover himself all alone, tossed on the ground until his body had enough strength to bring him to his feet again…?

They rather not think too much about that.

“We should see Kyrie. She’ll know what to do.” Nero concluded, a little less exasperated.

“Yeah. You call Nico to grab us here, kid?” And Dante decided to take the lead for a while. It seemed like Vergil’s attention would be all yours for a while.

“Well, we need to find a phone in this hellhole.” Nero sighed as they started walking towards what was left of civilization in that town, being slowly followed by Vergil’s silent steps.

As you were left alone, Vergil looked into your eyes – a faint, proud smile hidden in his lips.

“Love…?” It was the only thing he would ask, for he knew you would understand.

The Dark Slayer never thought love would be the source of your power – he could have never imagined it was what you needed to tap into to pull that off. But it was exactly what he saw in your eyes before you commanded Yamato to slay all.

“Love.” You agreed with a calm smile coloring your lips, as you closed your eyes to allow yourself to rest. “Sometimes… It’s more powerful than rage.”

No one was paying enough attention to see Vergil smiling at those words. You were right, indeed – love was more powerful than rage.

And now, he knew.

#*Bury the Light blasting in the background*#I listened to it on a loop to write this one #and I regret NOTHING #also almost wrote a beautiful 'f**k you that's how' up there #but that's more like Dante's s/o #vergil x reader #vergil x you #vergil imagine #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc imagines #dmc fanfic #devil may cry #vergil sparda #dmc vergil #dmc dante #dmc nero

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idontblushsrry · 4 years ago

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Sesshomaru||NSFW Alphabet

A/N: That’s right, I wrote an NSFW alphabet for him as well. How could I not, he’s a hottie. Also somehow, I managed to keep this w a gender neutral reader, so all my Sesshomaru fans may enjoy (unless u ship s*ssrin, then leave)

Word Count: 1911

Warnings: Obviously nsfw

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After sex, Sesshomaru returns to his initial composure almost immediately. Like he’ll pant for a few seconds, wipe his dick off and then immediately, boom, like nothing ever happened. Of course, you, are thoroughly wrecked, needing Sesshomaru’s help, help which he is more than happy to give.

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself has to be his arm/arms (depending). He loves his arms for a reason completely separate from you, he just enjoys the fact that he finally has two arms, like he thinks back to all the times he didn’t properly appreciate his left arm, and vows to never make that same mistake.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

As much as he loves cumming on your body, nothing compares to the feeling of cumming inside you. He loves to watch you slowly lose all coherency as he just fucks you full of his cum. If you let this man cum inside you, you will unleash a whole new beast, that you’re gonna have to be prepared to deal with.

D - Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes, when Sesshomaru knows he’s going to be away from you for a long time, he tries to fuck you as much as possible. He knows that he’ll miss you and gets a little more lovey dovey, but above all, he’s trying to remember the feeling of you so he can better mimic it with his had.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sesshomaru is extremely experienced, on account of both his rank and his power. Demons are attracted to power and rank and, being so noble, Sesshomaru has never had any trouble with finding a partner to warm his bed. He’s not versed in everything but he has a strong sense of intuition and a deep connection with his own desires.

F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

A bit cliché, but, his favorites are doggy style and mating press. Any position where he has the leverage to press you down and fuck into you also ranks pretty high on his list.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sesshomaru is so serious in the moment. He gets so laser focused on pleasing you that he finds any distractions to be a bit...grating. That being said, you’re the exception, if he happens to make you laugh during sex, he’ll just roll his eyes affectionately before shutting you up with a kiss.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s about as well groomed as any man of his station at the time would be. He’s not exactly shaving down there but his hair is so fine that it isn’t unbearable. Also the carpet definitely matches the drapes, his hair is extremely light and it’s hard to see sometimes.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sesshomaru is very intimate in subtle ways. He shows you hat he cares by doing little things to ensure your comfort. Whether it’s brushing sweat off your head, setting pillows under your hips, or retracting his nails when he holds you, Sesshomaru is the king of unspoken intimacy. He loves you and he’s going to show it in the most obvious way.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As stated earlier, Sesshomaru really only jacks off out of necessity. He had no problem with getting someone to fuck, ad now that he has you, he doesn’t see the need to masturbate. The only time he’ll do so is if you’re gonna be away from him for a while and he’s really horny.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sesshomaru has a breeding kink, sorry not sorry. Even if you can’t get pregnant, something in him just tells him to keep filling you with his cum until it spills out. At which point, he just repeats the process. He also has a thing for marking, whether it be by scent, hickies, or with his cum, he loves the reminder/proclamation that you’re his.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Sesshomaru’s not picky about location. He’s of the opinion that, as long as you’re comfy, he’s ok with it. He does enjoy having his fill of you in your shared bedroom, but yall aren’t really home often enough for him to be that particular about it.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The only thing that turns Sesshomaru on is the sight/thought of you naked and waiting for him.

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sesshomaru does not care all that much for sharing, and in a similar vein, voyeurism. With voyeurism, he doesn’t mind fucking out in the open, as long as no one else is around. The second he gets whiff of anyone, he’s pulling out of you faster than you can even realize what’s going on. With sharing, just don’t ask. He won’t show it but, the thought of someone else even seeing you that vulnerable enrages him and sets off his baser instincts. If you suggest it, he’s going to be very hurt for some time.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Sesshomaru probably didn’t even know about oral until you went down on him for the first time. While he isn’t exactly the most experienced in it, he more than makes up for it with his sheer voracity. If you ask him to give you head, he’s getting on his knees, laying you back like, “say less”.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Sesshomaru can be both but he tends to lean on the more fast and rough side. Sure, your hips and legs hurt, but who can really complain when there’s a powerful demon pounding into you like a jackhammer.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

When you first told Sesshomaru what a quickie entailed, he was intrigued. Admittedly, he didn’t like the concept at first, but the more he thought about it the more it grew on him. He likes the thought of you being so needy for him that you’d rather jump him as soon as possible than wait to get home.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

In terms of experimentation, Sesshomaru’s not all that open to it. He’ll try if you insist but he’s definitely not one to suggest any experimentation. As for risks in terms of location, as long as he’s far enough from others, he doesn’t really care where y’all fuck or how loud you are.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go as long as you can. He does like to build your endurance more and more each time, but sex in general with him is a serious time commitment. He’s more than willing to space it throughout the day if that would suit you better.

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No toys, Sesshomaru doesn’t see the point in them. It also goes back to his thing about sharing, while he won’t be as angry as he would be with another person there, the thought infuriates him. Just thinking about an object getting to feel you in the same way he does make him see red.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sesshomaru prefers not to tease, but he will if he feels the need to. He prefers to get straight to the point, letting you cum as many times as he sees fit to, honestly, prep you to take him in. But if he’s feeling particularly slighted, (whether by you or some demon he can’t quite murder) he’ll take it all out on you. While he won’t tease you in public, in private, he’ll work you up, get you right on the edge of cumming, and then pull it away. The more you whimper and whine, the more tempted he is to draw out your torture.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Sesshomaru is pretty quiet... usually. While he prides himself on his control, of which extends even to the bedroom, letting out a few grunts once he’s about to cum, his rut is a different story. Sesshomaru refuses to talk about or even acknowledge how unihinged he acts during his rut but honestly, the moment he gets a whiff of your arousal, he sounds like a wild animal. Every repressed emotion and sound comes bubbling back up to the surface and he just goes around growling and panting until he can stick his dick in you.

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sesshomaru tries his best to be gentle/hold back with you. It’s not obvious and you haven’t noticed because most of it happens in the heat of the moment when you’re distracted by...other things. But, he knows he tends to lose himself inside of you so in preparation, he’ll remove his hands from your body and let his claws rip into the surface under/behind you, whether it be a tree, bed, or just the floor. One of these times, his poison accidently activated and he shielded your body by leaning down and making out with you. That day, he discovered his affinity for kissing you while pounding into you.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Mans got a third leg, I just know. The baggy pants hide it pretty well but when you manage to pull it out, he’s easily 8 inches (10-12 when fully hard depending on circumstances), uncut, and really pretty. Like other parts of him, Sesshomaru’s dick is beautiful, a small patch of silver hair near his base. Speaking of, Sesshomaru does have a knot, if he cums inside of you, he tries to do so without getting it stuck just because of the fact that it’s kind of a hassle waiting it out. But if you let him knot you and the situation allows it, he might go a little feral whoops.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Sesshomaru has a pretty high sex drive and before you, he could control it pretty well in all instances besides his rut. He still maintains his impeccable control but he finds himself ready to go a lot more often than he used to be. Like if you ask him, he’s immediately down regardless of what he’s doing. The only time that he gets supernaturally and uncontrollably horny is when he goes into rut. At which point...good luck getting his dick out of you.

Z - ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

While Sesshomaru doesn’t really get tired after sex in the same way you do, he does understand when you’re kind of tapped out for the night/day/moment and is more than content to watch you sleep. After a while though, the sounds of your heartbeat and the quiet sounds of your breathing will set him at ease and put him to sleep.

#sesshomaru x reader #sesshomaru imagines #sesshomaru imagine #x reader #inuyasha x reader #inuyasha imagines #black reader #x black reader #idontblushsrry

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sublimecatgalaxy · 3 years ago

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Heyy could you do a fluff alphabet for Dominic??

Yes I can do this :)

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

I think that Dom would almost always choose to stay in compared to going on. He's well known enough to be recognized but not well know enough to have a crazy amount of paps following him but still. He didn't like to party when he didn't have to and genuinely would rather just stay in, curled up in a blanket with you and a movie.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

I think he would really admire your ability to be so independent even in a relationship. This doesn't mean that you wanted nothing to do with him or that you didn't want to do things with you, you did. But he liked that you still held a crazy amount of individuality even in your relationship and closeness to him.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

I think that he would genuinely not know what to do for the longest time when it comes to you freaking out. He hated to feel like he couldn't help and he hated when he couldn't control things are you both. He hated seeing you upset so most of the time he would end up getting frustrated but it would all end up okay.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

With everything he's done so far in his short life, he wanted simplicity for the rest of it. Traveling, not worrying about much other than where you're going and how to get there, he really wanted to support you in any way that he can so you don't have to worry about things. He's also not sure if he wants kids so if it happens, it does, but if not, he would be more than fine with fur-babies.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He's definitely the more dominant one even though he's quiet. He leads you through crowds, he orders for you sometimes if you're overwhelmed, he'll even call and make doctors appointment for you or order food over the phone if that sort of thing freaks you out.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

I truly believe that this man will argue and fight with anyone that isn't you. If he's upset at you, it'll end up being taken out on a friend or family member, knowing that he could never get angry at you or yell.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He's very grateful but he's not the best way at showing it. He tends to be bashful when it comes to thanking you for doing something for him, feeling a bit dumb when he's bashful and appreciative.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He would be a bit more secretive at the beginning but he would learn it was okay to open up about stuff and to let you in on things that he wasn't always honest to himself about.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Dude, he's a song writer. You would be his inspiration for his literal whole career. You would also urge him to talk about things from his childhood or things that he wrote in his songs but never really shared the true meaning behind what he wrong.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Very, he's possibly the most jealous and territorial person you know. He doesn't like when people who know you're together overstep and he hated when people ogled at you in ways that made his skin crawl.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

The best. Your first kiss specifically would be a bit messy and rushed since literally all he wanted to do was kiss you and he didn't know how to ask for permission so it was a bit out of left field. Much appreciated though lol.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It would be very simple. Like eventually in your relationship you guys would just notice that you started saying I love you. It wouldn't be this big deal and it would involve zero pressure.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

You guys would be the type of couple to not need a piece of paper to signify the love and romance you guys share. Even if you did get married, it would only be like 20 people in attendance, only the important few.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Stupid things as a joke most of the time, like the cheesiest names you could come up with. But most of the time he liked to call you Doll or babe, simple and sweet.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

I think he would be shocked when he realized that he was in love with you. He knew he loved you early on after meeting you but being in love with you was a big thing because he always saw himself as emotionally unavailable.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Hates PDA. He was fine with a hand to hold but other than that, he liked to keep everything private.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Song writing helped him be able to communicate how he's feeling even if he couldn't put it into words on the spot. It would allow him time to reflect upon things.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He loved writing songs about you and for you. It's cliche but it was also the sweetest thing, especially if he unveiled it, at a concert, in front of a ton of people. He would choose to do things like that on big anniversaries or as celebration of something important.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He wanted you to succeed just as much as you wanted to. He had done all these great things in his life so he would use his success and knowledge to boost anything that you wanted to do in your life.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Again, he likes simplicity but he would love to travel and go new places with you. Other than that, you guys stuck to a normal routine.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He would be really quick to assumptions at first but would slowly but surely get better at jumping the gun. He would slowly get to know every part of you, the ins and outs of how your brain works.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You'd become one of the most important people to him along with his family and his close knit group of friends. He never really opened up to people unless he had to or really trusted them so you were special to him beyond compare.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He really liked seeing you front row at his concerts. It was like the cutest thing cuz he could send you little looks and you could just sing your heart out and watch him do what he loves. He loved having you there cuz he knows that after you would get food and go home and watch a movie, like he wasn't this huge success.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Not in public rarely other than a hand hold but in public he'd be all over you, practically wrapped around you, needing the feeling of your lips on his and the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

At first he'd be fine going away on tour or flying to another state for a few days but the further you guys got into your relationship, the more he would miss you and want to bring you with him everywhere he went.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Though at first he was cautious about everything, not wanting to go to great lengths because he constantly worried that your relationship wouldn't last, he would eventually learn to just aimlessly follow and trust you. He would do anything for you to keep you happy and safe and fight any battle you wanted him to.

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chilligyu · 3 years ago

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info: lee jihoon/gender neutral reader, pg, best friends to lovers au genre: fluff, romance | word ct: 5.5k warnings: none summary: when it came to love, no one was prepared. not even jihoon, who could spend hours turning words into magic, especially when love was mysteriously delivered in the form of a letter to his locker. note: heavily inspired by to all the boys I've loved before, but with a twist! no love triangles or anything like that, so just enjoy awkward people falling in love! and thank you to @dreamystuffers and @starlightjoong for taking a sneak peek and telling me what you think!

tagging: @xfirebenderx, @moriiyun, @ohmygoshcheese, @gyu-log

Lee Jihoon, a genius in many ways, was never good when it came to words. At least, not the spoken kind. The kind that you had to think up on the spot, responses, answers, comebacks, small talk, he was absolutely terrible at it. But if you gave him the time to think, to really dwell on his thoughts, he could create something truly beautiful. Which was why he preferred to express his feelings with letters. And while, yes, he could pen something magnificent, the next great classic novel perhaps, he typically kept his messages short and to the point. Much like the man himself.

There was one time that he wrote a “letter” that was simply—

F U C K Y O U

—printed out on seven separate sheets of paper and taped to a row of lockers. All in response to a teacher confiscating his iPod. No one could prove it was him, though, and nothing happened in response to it. He never admitted to his crimes, and despite it being painfully obvious who the author of the message was, there was no hard proof pointing to the culprit. It became the most well-known secret at their high school. And Lee Jihoon became somewhat of a living legend because of it.

The only one who knew the truth was you. His best friend. You were his go-to when it came to proof reading all of his letters. He was the writer, you were the editor. Half the time you were also a berating parent, chastising him for trying to assault people with words. Which was also why, more often than not, his letters never got sent. He would sit in his room for hours, writing letters that were either half the length of novels or only a few sentences long, and after giving it over to be edited, it would get tucked away in his desk drawer. Never to be seen or heard from again.

See, Jihoon was an emotional person. Not in the sense that most people would assume, he didn’t get offended easily, one mean comment wouldn’t leave him crying, he was simply—emotional. Whatever he was feeling, whether it be good or bad, it was powerful, sometimes overwhelming. So instead of erupting like a hormonal volcano, which he had already done plenty of, he put his emotions to paper. At the behest of his aforementioned best friend.

“You can’t go around yelling at people.” You began one afternoon just after entering high school. “Even if you’re writing it down, you’re still yelling at people.”

Jihoon, the definition of “hard to read”, was visibly pouting. “You’re the one who told me to write down how I feel. Now I can’t even send these to anyone?”

“I mean, you can.” You backpedalled. “I’m not your mother, despite Seokmin’s insistence. I can’t stop you from doing anything you’ve set your heart to. All I can do is advise you not to because you’re going to have a terrible few years here if everyone hates you.”

He clearly wasn’t thrilled by your logical response, but he admitted defeat anyway. “Fine. Don’t send the letters that I write. I get it. No one wants to read them.”

You groaned loudly. “You are so dramatic. I’m saying don’t send the literal hate mail to people. Don’t send the stuff you write to vent out your feelings. But if there’s something you want to say to someone, something that you can’t bring yourself to say out loud, by all means! Send the thing! I know you loathe the idea of talking to people, you also hate being misunderstood more.”

He also hated how well you knew him, not that he would ever say that out loud.

That was also something he wrote down in a letter, one he decided to send.

You crumpled it up immediately and threw it back at his face.

“Letters are powerful things, Jihoon.” You added. “They can break hearts, mend souls, and change lives with nothing more than words. Because words mean so many different things to so many different people. You just gotta say the right ones.”

At first, he was only humoring you. Honestly, he thought you completely senile until he gave it a shot. After spending hours hunched over his desk writing things no one else would see, he was starting to realize that maybe you had a point. Instead of roaming the halls shouting obscenities in his head, he was able to reassure himself by knowing he could write about it later. Even the smallest grievance, he would write it down. He would sometimes scribble it down on the margin of a textbook if he was feeling particularly overwhelmed in the middle of the day.

The letters became his therapy, his outlet, eventually he could stroll past some annoying upperclassmen and not feel rage coursing through his veins. It was—nice, almost. Not being subjected to his own hectic imagination at every turn. Feeling at peace for the first time in what felt like ages.

Until he found a letter in his locker, one addressed to him during his senior year. From a secret admirer. The contents of which would be seared into his memory for the remainder of time.

Lee Jihoon, it began.

I have never been able to tell you how I feel, in person or in a letter. For several months now, I’ve tried. I’ve tried to write letters like you for so long, and I just can’t get the words right. I don’t know how you do it. So I’m going to do something different. I’m going to stop being scared. If you meet me in the courtyard after school, I’m going to be brave for the first time in my life. Please help me be brave, Jihoon.

Again and again, he read that short letter. Practically baffled that someone out there wrote an honest-to-god letter that was addressed to an honest-to-god person. And that he wasn’t the writer, that he was the recipient. The thought alone made his heart race, and to comprehend that this secret admirer perhaps harbored feelings towards him? It was next to impossible. But no one writes a letter without true emotion behind it. That’s a fact he was coming to understand.

“I need you to come with me.” He told you after showing you the letter. “I’m—I’m not sure I can do this alone.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jihoon, obviously this person doesn’t want to make a public event out of their confession. You should really do this without me.”

“I know, and I’m not asking you to stand at my side or anything.” He reiterated. “Can you like—stand in a bush or something? If I know that you’re there I won’t feel the need to—"

“Did you just ask me to stand in a bush?” You guffawed. “You did not just ask me to stand in a bush Lee Jihoon because if you did then you’re about to get your ass kicked into next year!”

“I didn’t mean literally!” He quickly denied when he did, in fact, mean it literally. “Just—stand around the corner, okay? Be my moral support!”

Pursing your lips, you knew that there was no getting out of this. “Alright, fine. I’ll come with you. But I’m not happy about it.”

“I’ll pay you back, I promise.” He swore. “Have I ever told you that you’re the best?”

A smirk teased at your lips. “You could mention it more.”

“Consider it done.” Jihoon grinned, gathering up his things and heading for the door. “Don’t forget! After school! Courtyard! Don’t be late!”

Once he was gone and you were completely alone, your face fell in disappointment. “I wouldn’t dream of it…”

By the time that school was finally over for the day, Jihoon was a bundle of overactive nerves. He was excited and terrified and anxious and nauseous all at once. The bombarding sensations kept him cemented in place, gripping the edge of his desk until his knuckles were about to burst through. He had been like that for the entirety of their last class, still as a statue as a cold sweat broke out across his brow. You were standing in front of him, head tilted and wondering what he was planning to do next.

“Class is over.” You reminded him. “Everyone’s left.”

Very slowly, he nodded. “Y-yeah. I can see that.”

His voice sounded as if it had been completely stripped down. Like he had screamed himself hoarse by saying those few words.

“Your secret admirer is probably waiting.” You tried to spur him. “We should get going before I change my mind and head home.”

He audibly swallowed past a lump in his throat. “Well—maybe that’s best. Yeah, I can wait until tomorrow.”

You eyed him incredulously. “You’re going to stay here until tomorrow. You’re insane, get up.”

“I’d rather not.”

“And I’d rather not grow old and die here.” You countered. “C’mon, Jihoon. Your admirer asked you to help them be brave, how exactly is this helping them?”

He had to admit, you had a point. If they were brave enough to put their feelings out there, he had to at least meet them half way.

Sighing loudly, he started to pry his fingers off his desk. “Alright, fine. We’ll do things your way.”

You rolled your eyes for perhaps the hundredth time. “You’re absolutely insufferable. Why do I hang out with you?”

“Because I’m funny.” He said with the most serious face in the world.

Which actually made you laugh.

“I hate you.” You chuckled. “C’mon, let’s get going while we’re still young.”

Jihoon inhaled and exhaled deeply to calm himself down.

This is just the beginning.

Except—it wasn’t.

He stood in the courtyard, seemingly alone, with the note that brought him there clutched tight in his hand. As his moral support you were keeping your distance, as promised, but no one else joined you. Minutes passed and he did his best to remain hopeful. It was hard, especially when a familiar voice nagged at the back of his mind. The same one he struggled with every day to ignore.

No one would ever like you, so why did you bother thinking otherwise?

While the negative thoughts slowly took over, Jihoon didn’t know what to do next. He was defeated, almost destroyed. And even though you walked up behind him and took his hand in yours, it did little to stop the bitter tears from welling in his eyes.

“I should’ve known…” He whispered angrily. “This was all just—a joke. It’s always a joke. Who could ever like me?”

“Stop it, Jihoon.” You hissed at him, squeezing his hand tighter. “They said they were scared, maybe they couldn’t follow through with it. Maybe they were afraid of being rejected. You never know what’s going through someone’s head. Don’t beat yourself up, okay?”

Nothing you said was going to make him feel better. He quickly wrenched himself from your grip and backed away from you.

“I’m going home.” He clipped. “Bye.”

Before he left, he made sure to crumple up the note and toss it at your feet. When his heart was broken, he wore it on his sleeve. You understood what Jihoon was feeling, he had been living with an extremely low self esteem due to his height and his general inability to make friends for as long as you knew him. He was quiet, shy, reserved, he was slow to open up to others and hesitant to trust. That’s why you tried to be excited for him, and now that things hadn’t gone as planned in more ways than one your heart ached just like his.

The next day, Jihoon strolled into class like a drunk zombie. By the looks of him, he hadn’t slept a wink. Too busy being destroyed by his own thoughts to bother with anything like sustenance or sleep. He took up his seat beside you, and you immediately shoved your desk into his.

“Still upset?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

Sluggishly he lifted his head up and then quickly dropped it back down.

It was worse than you thought.

“Are you going to talk to me today?” You teased in an attempt to get a reaction. “Or am I going to have to go bother Hansol?”

Grumbling slightly, the barely responsive mass that was your best friend raised his hand and dropped a crumpled wad of paper on your desk. At first, you assumed it was just another one of his letters. They weren’t uncommon when he was feeling—unwell.

But it was another note from his secret admirer.

You were startled because he didn’t usually stop at his locker in the morning.

Lee Jihoon, it started similarly.

I’m sorry for not showing up yesterday, I was scared. I couldn’t bring myself to face you, please don’t be mad at me. I’d like to keep writing you letters, if that’s okay. Let’s get to know each other and maybe one day I can be brave again.

Once you were finished reading, you immediately began analyzing Jihoon’s face again. You had never seen him look like this before, completely vacant. While he was hard to read to the entire world, he was always an open book to you. Now reading him was nearly impossible even with your expertise.

“What are you gonna do?”

He shrugged lazily. “I don’t know. Sit here for the rest of eternity. Wait for the soft embrace of death.”

“Jihoon.” You exasperated. “We both know you’re not actually going to do that.”

Except he actually might and you actually couldn’t take that chance.

“Are you going to write them a letter?” You tried, again. “Maybe that will work out better.”

“I already did.” He murmured. “I don’t think they want to read it though.”

“Jesus Christ…” You groaned loudly, taking Jihoon’s face in your hands and looking him dead in his lifeless eyes. “They still like you, they’re scared and human like the rest of us, it is not the end of the world! Give them another chance and stop being such a goddamn drama queen!”

Silence. Pure unadulterated and perfectly aggravating silence.

“Alright, you leave me no choice. I’m bringing out the big guns.”

Being careful to keep an eye on the teacher, you pulled out your phone and started texting Jihoon’s mother. According to your message, you and Jihoon were going to be studying late at the library, and he would probably need to spend the night at your house. Which wasn’t a complete lie, maybe you would get some studying done. But, in all honesty, you had other things in mind.

“Take your pick.” You instructed, a box set in each hand. “Descendants of the Sun, or Record of Youth.”

Immediately after school, you dragged your best friend to your house and sat him down in front of the TV. Your parents didn’t even question it when you told them this intervention was a matter of life and death, that the patient might need to be admitted for the night. They simply let you do what needed to be done.

Jihoon, who had been relatively catatonic for the past 24 hours, finally showed a glimmer of something. He gave the slightest suggestion of a nod towards Descendants of the Sun and you happily popped in the first disk. As you claimed a spot beside him, popcorn and banana milk in tow, he naturally relaxed against you. You were the only person who got to see him unguarded like that, the only person he himself would allow. And while he was typically someone who kept his true self hidden from the world, there was a part of him that would forever belong only to you.

“Thanks.” He practically whispered, resting his head on your shoulder. “I—I needed this.”

“I know.” You smiled. “Are you ready to talk yet?”

He sighed heavily. “No. Not really. I still have a lot of thinking to do.”

“Well, if you need help thinking you know where I’ll be.” You offered without wanting to seem pushy.

If you weren’t mistaken, you could’ve sworn he actually chuckled.

“Yeah. I do.”

Little by little, your best friend was slowly returning to normal—or as close to normal as you’ve ever seen him. Eventually he started getting sucked into the drama, going rigid when things got tense, and actively pretended he wasn’t crying whenever You Are My Everything played. It was, overall, a job well done. You could sleep easy knowing that Jihoon would be just fine. As you drifted off, you felt him hold your hand and squeeze it gently.

Everything was going to be okay.

And if only to prove that point, the next day was nothing like the one before. Jihoon was back to his old self as if nothing had happened at all. Just another Thursday without a word or whisper about the chaotic tornado his secret admirer had unleashed onto your day-to-day life. He even had a letter for you to read by the time lunch rolled around. Apparently, some freshman irritated him over something seemingly small. At least—to you it seemed barely worth mentioning. But nothing ever really felt small to Jihoon. It was all or nothing, always living in black and white. Which meant that almost everything was important to him in some way. So you read the letter, and you edited it gladly.

Once you were done, he had something else for you. Another note from the admirer.

“This is the third one, right?” You murmured, glancing it over once before looking up at him. “Have you written back yet? Besides the one where I assumed you insulted their very existence with your entire arsenal of hurtful words.”

The blush crawling up his neck was an answer in and of itself, but the thick stack of paper he pulled out of his backpack solidified it.

“I’ve tried a few times.” He admitted hesitantly. “Nothing I write is good enough.”

“Oh, only a few times?” You teased, knowing full well that Jihoon’s definition of a few was the same as calling Jane Eyre a short shopping list. “What’s got you so stuck? Usually you have no issues penning essays over trivial things like cracks in the sidewalk.”

His brow furrowed defiantly. “Hey, proper sidewalk and road maintenance is important to modern infrastructure. If we start overlooking cracks in the pavement, then what? What about traffic lights? Can we afford to allow a single bulb to go out? No, of course not. That’s anarchy.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“Jihoon…” You started with an exasperated look. “I was joking.”

Trying to hide the fact that his blush was turning a deep crimson, and failing quite miserably, he pulled a paper from the stack and put it back in his bag. Also something he tried, and failed, to hide from you.

“Are you kidding me!” You laughed, raking a hand down your face. “Did you seriously have a letter in that pile you were going to send to our congressman?”

“No—yes—ugh!” He groaned. “Can we forget about the stupid sidewalk for a second! That’s not important right now! Help me! How do I do this?”

Deciding you had teased your best friend enough, you placed your chin in your hand and smiled at him. “How do you do what, exactly? I’ve never had anything to do with the letters you write, I just read them so someone knows how you’re feeling.”

Who were you kidding, you could never tease Jihoon enough.

He rolled his eyes so hard that he rolled his whole head with them. “Like you’ve ever needed further insight into my head, you always know what I’m thinking before I do.”

True.

“But I don’t understand the first thing about—this.” He finished with a labored sigh, gesturing sharply to the handwritten novel in front of him. “You know that better than anyone.”

Again, he was telling the truth. In the years you had known Jihoon he had never developed serious feelings towards someone else. He had barely entertained the notion since entering high school. He always talked himself out of it because feelings were complicated and bothersome. Plus, he was terrified of being rejected. Like most people are. His intrusive thoughts just so happened to be louder than most.

“I hate to break it to you, Jihoon,” You started in a whisper, “no one knows the first thing about this. Not even me. The only person who can help you is yourself.”

His sour expression made it obvious that he obviously didn’t like your response. “Great. Super helpful. Thank you for your continued wisdom.”

When he moved away from you, you grabbed him by the sweater and pulled him back in. “Why do you always stop listening to me when I’m about to make my point?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Because it takes you forever to fucking get there.”

“Alright, you got me there.” You chuckled. “Listen, I’m not kidding when I say that you’ve got to do this one on your own. As much as I can usually sense what feelings are doing somersaults in your stomach, this is a first for you and therefore a first for me. I’ve never seen you like this before, so unfortunately you’ve got to discover this one on your own.”

As you spoke, his features slowly softened until all that remained was a very nervous teenager who didn’t want to screw up his first real chance at love. That’s all Jihoon was at his core, that’s all anyone was.

But you had to admit he almost looked kind of cute.

Almost.

“How do you always know what to say?” He grumbled while crossing his arms. “It’s annoying.”

“You’ve got a really weird way of saying thank you.” You smirked playfully. “Well, maybe this last nugget of advice will get you started in the right direction.”

“Why are you always—” He seethed through his teeth. “How are you still not at whatever your point is!”

You shrugged, because you honestly had no clue. “I'll get there when I get there. You want to hear it or not—”

“Spit. It. Out.”

“Now is that anyway to—”

Wow. You stopped, suddenly fearing for your measly life. If looks could kill—

“Alright, alright, you win.” You conceded. “If you’re having issues writing a letter to your secret admirer, here’s my advice. Stop trying to put words to your feelings and start putting feelings into words. You’re spending too much time trying to say it perfectly that you’re not saying it at all. It doesn’t need to make sense to anyone else, it doesn’t even need to make sense to you. So long as you put them out into the world, they’ll be heard and one day they’ll be understood. You get me?”

The look on his face was—strange. You had a hard time placing it, which should’ve been weirder than it was. In fact, you were seeing lots of different sides to Jihoon lately, sides you never thought existed. This time his eyes widened, the aforementioned scarlet blush had disappeared, and there was a radiance to him that you had never seen before. Like suddenly he could see clearly through the storm of his thoughts.

“Thank you.” He exhaled with a smile. “I’ve never thought about it like that before.”

Feeling triumphant, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I’m starting to wonder what you’d do without me, Jihoon. Three days and you’ve been completely undone and redone by this letter.”

“Letters are powerful things.” He muttered. “They can break hearts, mend souls, and change lives. You taught me that.”

“I guess I’m a pretty good teacher.” You boasted, giving him a squeeze. “Despite the fact that I’m actually quite terrible with words.”

He shrugged off your arm. “Except you always know what to say, how exactly does that work?”

“Just because I can make you see reason doesn’t mean I’m good with words.” You laughed easily. “That simply means that I’ve perfected the art of understanding the impossible. Lee Jihoon. I can’t use words like you do. Trust me I’ve tried, I can never get the words right.”

For a moment, he didn’t have any sort of response. Which was definitely weird. It was a well-known fact that he was terrible with the sorts of words he had to speak, but he didn’t have issues when talking to you. That’s because you were friends, best friends. There had never been this sort of unnerving silence before. Not that you could remember, anyway.

What is going on in your head, Jihoon? You found yourself wondering since you couldn’t read his face. Have you started to figure it out?

“Sorry, I was thinking.” He muttered suddenly, shaking his head. “But I know what I need to write now. Will you read this one too? Even if it gets pretty long?”

“Of course!” You exclaimed with a smile. “When have I ever shied away from a challenge?”

The soft glisten in his eyes made your heart flutter.

“Never.”

When the bell rang and you parted ways, you wondered if Jihoon had ever written you a letter.

Well there’s a first time for everything.

For the next week, he was in full writer mode. And there were no more notes from his secret admirer, not that you expected there to be any. Every chance he got he was scribbling something down on whatever surface he could get his hands on. Textbooks, paper, his arm, he was more inspired than you’d ever seen before and nothing was going to stop him. He didn’t even come over to your house over the weekend, a ritual you hadn’t broken in the ten plus years you had known each other. It was a lonely week, for sure, but you knew it was for a good cause.

Then, after what felt like an eternity of silence, he approached you in the courtyard with a single sheet of paper in his hand.

“Hey…” He started uneasily, his grip tightening. “How’re you?”

Seriously? You mused to yourself with a smile. “I’m good, how’s the writing?”

“Done.” He clipped. “And—I think I covered everything.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, eyeing the sheet of paper. “With all of that writing I thought you’d have a novel for me.”

He shook his head, while a blush crawled up his neck. “Sometimes being concise is more effective than being overly wordy.”

“That’s true.” You grinned. “Easier for me to edit anyway.”

Nodding, he shoved the paper into your hand. “Here. Take your time, I don’t want you to rush it.”

“I won’t.” You promised, resisting the urge to start reading right away. “I know you put a lot of thought into this.”

With that, he turned around and walked off without another word. Leaving you holding something that looked like little more than pen ink on paper, but felt like a confession on fire. Once he was out of eyesight, you exhaled a breath you had been holding unintentionally and started reading.

To the person I have never loved before. It began, and you weren’t prepared for the roller coaster you had willingly climbed into.

This isn’t for the person I’ve loved all along, no. This is for you, someone who managed to stir my emotions more than a raging monsoon with only a few words and the hint of a promise. Who are you? I wondered to myself, because you were without equal. How could I have missed you? You were extraordinary. You didn’t have a face, all I had of you was a letter slipped into my locker, you were a ghost and I was set ablaze by your words. I had never felt like that before, my heart was unprepared. As was I. You made me question everything, and made me realize things I had never seen before.

What I felt for you wasn’t love, even though I thought it was at first. You presented me with feelings I decided I would never feel, so I could only assume that it was love. I felt like a live wire, ready to spark at a moment's notice. All I could think about was you. The infinite options and scenarios I dreamt up, all because of you, was astronomical. It was exhilarating, and I found myself drunk on the endless possibilities that you presented me. What else could make me feel that way, if it wasn’t love?

The answer was one I didn’t expect, and it hit me like a tsunami. I started to feel that way towards someone I already know. Someone who has cared for me more than anyone should, they have been my best friend for years so how could I suddenly feel the same way? How could my friendship for them become intertwined with the love I thought was solely reserved for you? And how could I have missed it after being enveloped by their warmth for so long?

You changed all of that. You made me see clearly for the first time in years and I was completely undone. Everything I knew was suddenly challenged, my feelings towards the most important person in my life changed without any warning, and I didn’t know what to do. How could I ask them, a friend, to see me as anything more? I was lost, trapped in an endless loop of destructive thoughts and desire. Desperately wanting to scream my feelings from the rooftop while fearing the voice that would have to put words to them. Your feelings for me awakened my feelings for them, and suddenly the words that have given me comfort for so long escaped me.

Still, you helped me.

In ways I can only thank with this letter.

You helped me because you are the one who told me to start writing letters. It’s always been you. You are the one who has given my thoughts meaning when I struggled to communicate with the world. One that could never understand someone like me. You are the one who wrote me a letter, asking a coward to help you be brave. It took me a while to realize that you were one and the same, but I picked up on the hints you left behind. I’m sorry it took me this long to figure it out.

Would you have showed up had I not asked you to come with me? I think about that often, were you only afraid because my initial thought was that there was no way it could be you? The impossible notion that my best friend could love me anymore than they already do? I have a thousand more questions I want to ask you, but I think I’m brave enough now to ask you in person.

So I’m going to end this letter here, because you deserve so much more than the words I’ve hidden behind for years. A letter I started to write for someone I thought I didn’t know, to the person I’ve never loved before. Funny, how it ended up being a letter to the person I’ve loved all along.

As you read the last line, tears already streaming down your face, you had never felt happier.

“You figured it out.” You whispered, almost in disbelief. “For a second there I thought you never would.”

You don’t know when Jihoon came back, but he was suddenly standing in front of you taking your hand in his. “It really shouldn’t have taken me that long, I’ve only seen your handwriting a thousand times before.”

Laughter bubbled past your lips as you dried your tears with your sleeve. “I was terrified that you would’ve figured me out from the very beginning. Looks like I really give you too much credit sometimes.”

“You do.” He agreed. “So, what did you think of the letter? Any edits you can think of?”

“This isn’t the type of letter that needs editing.” You stated plainly. “It would take away from the author’s meaning.”

“What would that be?” He asked, clearly teasing you. “Enlighten me.”

You shook your head defiantly. “No, no way. It’s your letter, why don’t you tell me what it’s supposed to mean?”

Part of him didn’t want to make it easy, that much you knew with absolute certainty. But, for the sake of time and your poor heart, he would let you off the hook. Just this once.

“That I love you.” He said softly. “More than anything else.”

Choking out a sob, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in close.

“I love you too, Jihoon.”

In the end, neither of you were good with words, but you only needed to know what to say to each other.

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chanluster · 4 years ago

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the duke and i | {m} ; {f}

teaser | bridgerton! au | f2l! au | approx. 25k words

“The Duke of Hastings can show you much more than what you write of.”

s u m m a r y >> wishing to be a successful writer in the regency period seemed next to impossible for the sole daughter of a dead earl. with arising pressures from your mother to tie the knot, you turn to your dearest friend, hwang hyunjin, duke of hastings and the most eligible, scandalous bachelor of the season, for assistance. when he suggests the insane of idea of marrying each other to help each other, you agree to the proposal, unaware of just how much the duke can teach you of the wonders of matrimony.

w a r n i n g s >> noble! reader, duke! hyunjin, hyunjin is a fucking rake, reader is a fucking nerd, also really really innocent, hyunjin is sosososo hot, a lot of teasing, endearments, sexual tension, kissing, making out, corruption kink!!!!! corruption! fucking! kink! oral (f. receiving) fingering, unprotected sex (stay safe hoemies!!) orgasming on multiple occasions, (kind of) hate sex, there is fluff i promise, tiny bit of angst

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a u t h o r ’ s n o t e >> hello hi i am finally writing this fic!! bridgerton may be problematic but simon basset was still the sexiest man i’ve ever seen in period dramas so here is hyunjin being that exact sex god in this teaser i hope you enjoy <3

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“____, YOU HAVE WRITTEN A BLOODY MASTERPIECE!”

Your entire body stilled.

“I...I did what?”

“Wrote a masterpiece!” He swiped through the pages, lighting up at each word that passed his gaze. “A bestseller! An award winning novel!”

A smile worked its way onto your lips. “You...you really think so?”

Sighing out in exasperation, he set the papers upon the desk as he began to lose his initial anger. “How could you be embarrassed about something so beautiful?” He put his hand on the gold chair, leaning onto its head. “Your descriptions were lovely, the characters are perfectly imperfect. You have really outdone a lot of the writers in circulation.”

Your shoulders sagged a little — almost as if you had been carrying a heavy burden, and this man had taken it off of you.

You made sure he saw your joy when you said, “Thank you, blondie.”

Seeing the pure contentment upon your face had your friend looking away, eyes narrowing to the plans once again.

“There was, however, one thing which needed improvement.”

The setback had you straightening once again, eager to hear. At least he was not sweetening it fully. “Go on.”

“As I was reading through, right till the end, I noticed a lack of very important details.”

That was quite strange. “A lack of?” you asked, when you were so sure that you had added too much of everything.

“Yes.”

His fingers drummed against the velvet of the chair.

“I noticed that there was a deep lack of...passion.”

An incredulous look was your reply. “Passion?”

“Yes, passion. Desire.” He jerked his head towards the papers. “I hardly saw any of those emotions in the book.”

This new information was certainly quite worrying. “But I do not understand,” you started. “My whole novel is based on this relationship, of the love that blossoms and grows—”

“I understand that, darling, I really do,” he said. “I know what you are going to say.”

The drumming continued. “But where is that residing in the chapters? Where is that physical lust implied in the characters?”

Lust.

You had heard of the word before. Heard of its implications, yet never grasped the weight of its meaning. Was it just another form of longing?

If only your mother had given you an education on this side of love.

“What do you mean...lust?”

Hyunjin raised a groomed brow. “What else could I mean, angel?”

The way he voiced that question, that endearment had you parting your mouth, unable to say anything. You tried to speak, to say something to ease the tension which came slithering back into the bedroom.

“I...what were you expecting? From the relationship.”

Curling his locks behind his ear, his gaze became obscure. “You spoke of forbidden love, of...of a coupling which should not be occurring but happened through the fate of the universe. Is that right?”

When you nodded, he carried on. “See, I did not sense that from their exchanges. Their emotions are tame, chaste. An innocence which cannot be tainted.

“Now where is the fun in that?”

You dared not break his gaze. “What is that ‘fun’?”

His eyes seemed to darken. “That ‘fun’ in the relationship is physicality. Where is that in your novel?”

He took a step towards you. “Where are the unbreaking stares? The curious hands, aching to caress another’s? Where are the trembling breaths, the lust-stained sighs that fan lovers’ lips?”

The duke had you craning your neck back as he looked down at you. “Where are the kisses, my darling?”

You gulped. “K-kisses?”

“Yes, kisses,” he repeated softly. “Lips enveloping lips, tasting your inner workings? Travelling to your neck, your collarbone...places which cannot even be whispered in polite society?”

Each part he mentioned had its goosebumps pricking.

The bastard still did not stop. “Where is that passion, ____? Where is that forbidden love, which makes the heart burn wilder?”

And as he descended before you on his knees, hands settling on your lap, you had a feeling swirl up your sides which had never struck you before.

“If I were the man in your book, I would not be tame with you.”

His eyes offered a new, intimidating darkness. “Because if you were my woman, then I do not think I’d control myself. The moment I’d catch the innocence dancing in your eyes, I’d have waltzed it away into my shadows.

“Only God could save you from my hunger, then.”

Silence descended upon the two of you.

One waiting for the other to speak, and the other unable to form the words to do so.

The moon had illuminated your husband, one side of his face glowing like a celestial being, the other side basked in darkness. How strange, when he had compared himself to it just a few moments before.

You seemed unable to look away from him. His gaze, always intense, now became so penetrating you wondered whether he could glance at your soul, quivering from his feedback.

Improvements which you still did not quite comprehend, despite the implications.

Somehow, he could see it on your face. “I have a feeling you still do not grasp the idea. Is that correct?”

A half nod. “I…” God, speak! “I just...I have never understood it, Hyunjin.”

Your head dipped down, darting at the plains of your hands. “You asked me about lust, and I simply cannot answer because I do not know. I have never experienced such emotion.

“Hell, I have not witnessed a single action that you spoke of. How could you expect me to write of desires I have never even felt?”

This.

This was unchartered territory. This was a terrain you had not explored with him.

Yes, he was your best friend. But one does not talk of such...dangerous conservation when your best friend happens to be a man — a complete rake, at that.

It seemed as if the rake, too, was thinking the same.

His legs, a force which had never let him down, threatened to buckle under him. His mouth opened, only for silence to answer you.

Lord and all His subjects help him. He did not think he could contain it any longer.

And as his eyes exposed you, vulnerable before him, he only knew of one thing — one fact within this ocean of uncertainty you swam in.

He would jump into the waters for you. But not in the notion to haul you out to safety.

No, the duke would drag you down further, with him as your sole saviour.

Or even your destroyer. Your fated undoing.

For the Duke of Hastings will absolutely ruin you, body and soul.

“Hyunjin?”

A blink.

A singular action, dragging him back to dark, dark reality — sweeter than his fantasies as it sat before him, shy and wide-eyed.

An innocent reality all for him to defile.

“Yes, angel?”

You tried not to shudder at his lilting whisper. “How am I to be helped?”

The man did not even think of the possibilities, to your surprise.

If only you knew, how long he had kept them hidden for.

“How about...how about I assist you?”

Confusion washed over your features. “And how would you assist me, Hyunjin? You have never written a novel.”

His answer was a chuckle, revealing slight glimpses of his teeth as he stood.

“That is true, yes.”

Sitting down beside you, he planted his hands behind him on the bed, leaning into the position.

“But what I can provide aid for is the one feature you lack in your writing.”

His voice right behind gave you a fright.

“Pure, raw lust.”

Looking over yourself, you watched him reclined in ease. Your speech was uneven as you said, “And...and how will you help me with that?”

“Simple, my darling.” A pause, looking you over. “I shall provide you with examples. Show you what truly happens between a man and woman when all they yearn for is each other.”

He saw the further questions in your gaze. The questions you dared not voice out loud, perhaps dared not understand.

Smirking, he sat himself up, eyes never leaving yours as his hands encircled your own, bunched up in your dress. As his fingers brushed against your linen he felt his skin go aflame.

“If, of course, you would let me.”

Tilting your head slightly upwards, you sensed a foreign warmth envelop your face, burning at the sight of your friend studying you like an empty canvas, begging to be filled.

Maybe you were an empty sheet of paper, waiting to be painted with guidance by the master. Maybe that master was beside you all along.

“What will you do to me, Hyunjin?”

There it was. The question which may have been his drug — his purest form of opium.

Because when his hands travelled upwards, sliding to your face and imprisoning you with his stare, he knew he would become addicted.

A shame he did not care for his well-being when you were so fucking tempting.

“Show you what real passion tastes like.”

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lilsuzn · 4 years ago

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MLQC Victor - NSFW abc headcanons (REMASTERED)

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Warnings: Explit sexual content (GN READER)

it's what I posted a while ago, but better - I changed some things, I deleted some thing and wrote new. I think it's much better now

A = Aftercare (What they are after sex?)

Victor is a man that has his values straight

You are the most important part of his life (even if he sometimes struggles to shop it) and he will do anything for you… and only for you

Other people don’t matter. He only takes what he wants and leaves.

But you - his sweetest, dearest, little love… can ask anything and everything (well, almost - see N).

You crave massages? He will buy the most luxurious oils on the market, might even take a course to perfect his skills to give you more pleasure

Want to take a bath? He will have a bathtub installed if he doesn’t have one already

Pillowtalk, kissing, snuggling, another round? No need to say it twice. He leaves to please you

When it comes to him, he likes to pull you close and tell you all the things he has no courage to say at any other time

Leave no space for misunderstanding in the department of his unconditional, boundless, eternal love and devotion for you

Tell you just how happy he is to have you and how everything is worthless in comparison to you

After he makes sure you’ve been pleasured throughly already, he will want to share a shower

And make no mistake - he will wash you. You can wash him too, if you want, but taking care of that pretty body of yours is his responsibility

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is his waist

It wasn’t easy to get that V shaped body and he is extremely proud of this accomplishment…

Especially when he sees your hungry gaze roaming his torso up and down

And you… He couldn’t possibly choose one part

Beautiful legs, rounded butt, soft abdomen and that gorgeous, gorgeous smile

Yeah…

No…

That would be your thighs when it comes to the sexual aspect

You have such a delicate skin there. So suckable. Kissable. More plush than any pillow could ever be

He feels so secure and at ease when they squeeze around his head as you ride his face.

The sound of his hips slapping against them - heavenly

Not much can make him calmer than your lovely, plump thighs

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

It should come (hihihi) as no surprise that he loves to spill inside

It’s so intimate… Bonding…

Doesn’t really like to cum onto you for reasons he himself doesn’t really understand

It just feels… somewhat degrading? And he doesn’t like it that way?

Then again cuming into your mouth is a strong YES. Maybe it’s because of how enthusiastically you take him in

How you collect all the spill from your chin and lick it off your fingers like it was some kind of delicious delicacy

That sight makes him hard all over again…

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory - a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a folder of your photos on his computer

Some of them were taken with consent… Some without you realising…

Because you were in his bed sleeping in your naked glory… And he could only stop himself the first, like 20 (?) times

He sorts them by aesthetic and cuteness/sexiness

Jacks off to them when you’re not around

Most of them are very artistic. He tries his best to make them as good as the ones he was using before you… (see J)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He slept with a few girls in college, but he saw it only as ‘taking care of his sexual needs’ - no real feelings included

He had one dedicated booty call - a girl who fell in love with him despite him saying that he only only sees her for sex

That period really allowed him to explore his sexuality

So he knows what he likes and what to do, so his partner likes it too

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Everything when he takes you from the back

He’s rather keen on yanking hair, slaping ass…

But when it comes to the person he loves - you, he likes to face each other during sex

He wants to kiss your face, neck and chest. Nuzzle his face into your abdomen while he’s going down from his height

Your legs thrown over his shoulders so he can slap his hips against your soft thighs

Or legs pressed to your sides, hands gripping your thighs

And he can’t even attempt to lie he doesn’t absolutely love when you sit on his lap… or get on top in general

Or when your thighs grip his head when you 69 on the couch while ‘watching’ a movie. Your lips sloppy around him as his tongue pleasures you with most precision and dedication

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

No goofy.

If they start to joke around, they get spanked. HARD.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Victor is a passionate swimmer, so most of his body is hairless

But he doesn’t shave his pubes. Finds it weird to be completely bare down there and the first time he had sex with a completly hairless girl, he was a bit taken aback with her baby like smoothness.

Only trims them with a ‘pubes razor’ which is his old razor that he doesn’t use for face anymore, because he got a better one from his aunt for Christmas

Carpet matches the drapes

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

No goofy.

Only love and eternal devotion.

He will caress and leave kisses all over your body. Keep you close in the warmest and most loving embrace

No dummies or idiots in bed. Only treasures and loves

Almost like he’s trying to make it up to you for his tendency to be so aloof on a daily basis

The sweet talk doesn’t stop there, but I already said everything about it in A

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

This man didn’t have time to waste on women when he was building his empire, so he naturally spend quite a lot of his life masturbating instead of having sex

He doesn’t really enjoy porn, though. It’s too cartoonish for him. He much prefers to look through lingerie commercials or nude photoshoots - the more artistic the better

After he reunites with you, he starts to feel all that pent up sex tension and starts to jack off almost every day

Thinking about you. Looking at photos of you. Carving you with every small bit of his being

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

First of all - seeing his partner being pleasured. Either by him or by a vibrating toy plugged into them or pressed against their sensitive spots. He doesn’t even pump himself watching. He’s way too consumed with the enticing sights

Double penetration. His huge dick in one whole, dildo in another… Just thinking about it gets him going

He can’t deny himself at least some manhandling (if you consent - obv). Although he doesn’t go full on dom every time (at least with you) he seems to be unable to deny himself some hair pulling and choking... Although he almost does it lovingly? Spanking and whipping will surely also happen from time to time. Can get very rough when jealous

Also a slight daddy kink. When he hears it slip past your lips in the form of a joke - he feels some strange tingling in his groin and it’s not a venereal disease

If you sit on his lap, make a cute, helpless expression and ask daddy to play with you… It just turns him into a primal animal with no self restraint

That he kinda always seems to be

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Where nobody can hear them

Or see them

Anywhere with a stable surface really, but he needs to know you will have full privacy

Would never agree for public sex

All the sweet sounds and expressions he makes you do are his and only his to experience

M = Motivation (What turns them on/gets them going)

Stress, irritation, anger, hurt… Sex is a great way for him to gat this weight of his chest since he doesn’t really like to think those negative feeligs through

Or any feelings, if we’re at it

A nice butt is also a motivation, especially when it’s attached to a fine pair of legs

But both of these factors aren’t a guarantee of a turn on and even if they have that impact on him, he still will most likely not act on it

What he really struggles to control is a real attraction that reaches what’s beyond physical

A beautiful, hardworking and open-minded person is something Victor finds hard to ignore

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)

No sharing

No blood play

No permanent marking

Nothing too forcefull or aggressive

No sex before assigning boundaries and exchanging preferences

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As I already said In B, Victor is an oral lover

More into giving than receiving, but would never push his lover away

(you can always 69, right?)

The man is humming in pleasure as his tongue slides along your sex

Is more than willing to go for hours if only you let him

The more you moan the more intense his movements become

His main goal is to please

The secondary one is to be the best at yet another thing

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He has two base modes

One: I love you, my sweet creature - all about measured, unhurried but hard thrust. True, pure love-making

Two: Little girls don’t get a say in how daddy fucks them - you’re tearing up, sobbing, drooling and he gets even more turned on by it. Fucks harder and faster then you both believed possible. Years of engaging in sports come to show themselves

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He will participate when the occasion occurs

Might even initiate an occasion

But it’s not really sex for him. It’s a quickie

And when compared to the real love-making with you… it’s just meh

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

When it comes to taking risks, I believe I already made it clear that he isn’t too into that

If someone walked in you, it would be very upsetting for him

If you got accidentally hurt would break his heart

But experiment he would happily

New toys, new positions, new kinks… He will try anything once

Well, almost anything (see N)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

We all have our better and worst days, and this man has a whole company to run. It’s only natural for him to be tired

So usually he won’t last for more than one round. Maybe 3 on weekends

But will last a while if he sets a slower pace (see P)

On vacations however, after a few days of rest his stamina will increase dramatically

Have you seen this guy’s torso? Exactly

He has some stamina to spare

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not against, although he prefers to experiment with positions that to experiment with toys

Will probably never propose any, except when he knows his partner is into such things

If you do - Victor will do his research and find something exciting for you to enjoy

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He really is not patient enough for that

Doesn’t have time for it either

Why would he even want to? They’re unsatisfied = he’s unsatisfied (as I mentioned in K)

He sees no appeal in it. When he wants to fuck, he wants to fuck. No reason to beat around the bush

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Victor can be a bit more talkative than usual during the foreplay

Throughs some praise (a lot of it)

Tell you about his feelings (but not too much at that point)

About things that made him jealous…

A quiet Fuck may leave his lips when he enters you and when he’s about to come

In the middle of those two - he’s rather silent

Not much of a moaner

He grunts and growls a lot though. Can get a little bit loud from time

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

It was a sunny, autumn day. You were walking down the street. You’re fingers entwined. The sunlight was gracing your beautiful features so gorgeously… and he had already been yearning for so long

When you’ve finally reached the Souvenir’s door, the man is all worked up

Not that you could tell from his steely expression

But you sure got suspicious when he got all touchy feely out of the sudden

Not that you would ever mind - obviously

Feather light kisses on the nape of your neck and shoulders. Fingertips caressed your waist to then slide down to your hips. Then he reached for the hem of your dress…

“I love you…” he whispered in your ear

Goosebumps momentarily appeared on your skin as all the intense feelings he had been making you experience from the very day you saw him for the first time in his office travel down your spine in a form of a intense shiver

You wanted him. So bad. For so long.

And there was no hiding his feelings for you at that moment as you turned your head to face him

Soon after stomach was pressed against the kitchen counter. Your naked butt was all out on display for Victor to squeeze and spank as you squirmed and moaned under his touch

Victor didn’t take any unnecessary time to move his long, broad fingers down, to stroke your sensitive slit

He praised you for being so wet, so flushed, so eager for him

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

“I love you, too” you whispered to his ear as his arms pressed you as close to his body as possible, while you were still going back from your highs

And after that, from his lips slipped the words of the most sincere adoration… and true love

Words you would never expect to leave his beautiful, soft mouth

Matches the rest of the man

Long and thick

No curvature. Perfectly straight

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Rather average

Ha has periods when he doesn’t even think about it

And he has ones when he can’t stop thinking about it

However he doesn’t go too much either way

Z = Zzz… (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Remember what I said in S? Applies here as well

He’s a hardworking man

Simplu needs to work hard to keep his business growing and to keep his lover pleased

Then he just needs to get some rest. Don’t try to change his mind because he will

If he’s well rested however, he won’t let you sleep

Like, not a chance. You need to come at least five times. He doesn’t make the rules, sorry

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atomic-taco-muffin · 4 years ago

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Has anyone asked to do a full nsfw alphabet for Xemnas yet? I couldn’t find it so I wasn’t sure lol

I haven't wrote one yet so today's your lucky day!

Xemnas NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: what the title says

Rating: NSFW under the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is so gentle with his aftercare. He’s gently cleaning you off and also brushing your hair. But you better brush his hair. Otherwise, he’ll get pouty.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, he likes his hands. They’re really strong and it’s where he holds his ethereal blades (star wars wannabe). On you, he loves your smile. He thinks it’s so beautiful and wants you to smile everyday.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

You just know that he’s possessive. So that means that he’s gonna cum inside. But if you don’t want him to, he’ll cum on your stomach/chest.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants you to dress up as Lady D. from RE. But he’s too afraid to ask.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows exactly what he’s doing. He is so experienced for a Nobody.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His top two are mating press and doggy style. But sometimes, he let you ride him. But that only happens when he’s tired and doesn’t want to do all of the work.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I’m sorry, but he doesn’t understand any jokes. They’re not gonna happen.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His pubes are a darker gray but he is very groomed. He uses one of those Gillette Venus razors for his pubes!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It took him a while to understand intimacy but he was able to get the gist of it with the help from you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He almost never jacks off. It’s kind of scary when you think about it. But when he is super stressed and you’re not there, then he’ll jack off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Okay, very obvious one and has been said multiple times: superior kink. He gets off to you whimpering that name out. And since he is possessive, breeding kink. He also likes creampies. He loves seeing your hole clench around nothing and having his seed drip out.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He keeps it strictly in the bedroom. No exceptions.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves it when you wear his jacket and have a lacy lingerie set underneath. Along with a few pearls. He thinks it’s hot

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No to threesomes/gangbangs. But also, nothing that can cause you severe harm.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

While he amazing at oral, he much prefers that you suck him off. He loves seeing you choke and gag on it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how tired or how his mood is. But usually, he’ll start off slow and go faster and harder when you want him to.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not a big fan of them, but he’ll have a quickie now and then.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes to experiment but he is not risking doing it in public spaces.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a long time. But eventually, he gets sleepy and almost passes out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

The only toy you’re gonna have is a tail butt plug but that’s it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a master of teasing. He loves seeing you whine and whimper when your orgasm has been denied.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He pretty much makes grunts and dirty talk but that’s about it. He’ll sometimes growl when he gets close to his orgasm.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The one time he did it in public did not end well. He accidentally got caught by Saïx and was so embarrassed that he made the rule to only do it in the bedroom. But not just for you two. But for all of the Organization

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is PACKING. I’m surprised that he doesn’t have a size kink (maybe he does and we just don’t know it). He’s like 9 inches and has a fat girth. He also has a little vein that runs across. But be careful. It’s a little sensitive.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a low sex drive but when he gets pissed/stressed, he’s gonna take it out on you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once he makes sure that you’re comfortable and your breathing has calmed down, then he’ll fall asleep. But if you can’t fall asleep, then he’ll lay on his chest and softly hum to you.

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imjaslyn · 4 years ago

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It’s my very first time writing fanfic and also NSFW content tho. Tons of grammatical errors don’t judge 😭🤞

Nanami as your college professor (NSFW, 18+)

Prologue

It’s your first day of college and you didn’t want to be late, so you started your journey 3 hours in advance. While waiting for the bus, you sensed someone was staring at your bottom. You quickly use your taekwondo skill on that bitch who was trying to take pic of your panties. You see someone attempting to punch that mf too, too bad he was slow. When you looked up to see that man while restraining that pervert, that blonde hair with undercut man that wears spec has a very strong and confident aura, he wasn’t smiling but he doesn’t have the mean face, he seems to be a very serious person that nobody dares to fuck around. You were completed submerged in that man’s beauty then suddenly you hear the police car buzz. You two went to the police station together for the aftermath. After thanking him, you quickly take the taxi to your college. You looked at him once again, thinking you will never see such gentleman ever again.

You can’t believe you were almost late for your first day of college so you paced up to the class, you saw a familiar silhouette was walking towards your direction. It was him. That man who’re in his early 30s. You two were shook but smiled at each other. After entering the class hall, he introduced himself. His name is Nanami Kento. AND HE IS YOUR PROFESSOR.

Chapter 1

After class, you offered a drink as a thank you gift, to your surprised he agrees. You two went to your apartment for a drink as all the cafes including colleges only open half day due to special holiday. He politely took off his shoes while you were preparing the drink and some snack, you two had a friendly talk for a long night. Despite having a serious face, Mr Nanami is a very friendly and gold hearted guy.

Chapter 2

1 year after that accident, you two have a very tight bond, you two spend lots of time together and started to go out more often, he also offers to give you tuition after class. As usual, he goes over to your apartment for the tutor class, hours later you find him dozing off on the table, you take off his glasses, and touches his long eyelashes as you’ve been hoping to do it since forever. How could he be so manly but pretty at the same time. As you go nearer and nearer to his face, suddenly he opened his eyes. You were stunned but you quickly distanced yourself and suddenly you felt a warm hand pulling your petite body towards his.

“What are you trying to do? Y/N”

His hoarse voice makes you go HASIHJWISJDNBD. He sounds like he’s smirking when he said that.

You can felt your cheeks are burning, heart is racing.

“Anyways, I’m leaving, we’ll continue the remainings tomorrow”

Finally, your heartbeat goes back to normal. Then you remember tomorrow is his birthday.

Chapter 3

You made a chocolate and decided to give him as surprise in the class so you hide under the desk. Finally he came and he sees you , he smiled but all the students are swamping in, you both got so startled but you couldn’t just leave out of that desk, so you decided to stay under the desk until the class ends to be safe just like what Nanami suggested too. It’s very awkward when the only view you can see is his underbody. Then you see a bulge on his pant, you have the sudden urge to touch it, so you did. You touched it gently, he groaned softly and acted like nothing happened, he apologised to his 49 students sitting right in front of him and asked them to proceed doing the assignment in class in silent, everyone is so concentrated in their work that it was DEAD SILENT in the lecture hall. He was cute trying to act everything is normal, when he’s trying so hard to hold back his thirst. He then peeked at you with his blushed face.

You did something you didn’t know you could ever do, you didnt know there’s this version of you inside your body. You opened your leg wide apart and show him your panties, putting your middle finger into your mouth slowly and pulled it out slowly while sucking then shoved it into your pussy, gently. He was shocked at first, he sits there staring at you as you are feeling yourself, you touched his length using your leg, it was hard. His face shows it all, he was frustrated. He wrote something on his palm and showed it to you secretly

“I WILL destroy you, better be ready”

Those words turned you on even more, you grabbed your boobs and licked it in front of him while touching yourself. Again, he couldn’t do anything but being sexually frustrated.

“For fuck’s sake, y/n, if you don’t stop-” he said softly,

Chapter 4

He dismissed the class and waited everyone to leave IMPATIENTLY, he is frowning, shaking and sweating. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up roughly, “playing a dangerous game eh? Miss y/n” he attempting to kiss you but you stopped him.

“Let’s not do it here, professor Na-na-mi😏”

He then grabbed your wrist and sprinted towards his Ferrari. Damn boy is impatient

Upon arriving his house, you two were already making out, finally reaches his bed. He pushed you down to his bed and started undressed himself then you, he unclasp your bra with one hand, you feel his big warm hand on your bare skin, you couldn’t help to squirt a bit. He started from your neck then slowly to your nipple, he sucked it like a straw, He circulated his tongue around your nipple and sucked it again. his saliva is all over your body , it feels so good that makes you moan.

Then he whispered to you “baby didn’t I say I will destroy you?” His sexy voice is always your weak point, you cummed a little bit. He unzipped his pants and reveal his manhood and shoved it into your tight hole. You asked him to wear protection but he disagrees

“Don’t worry, I’ll marry you after all” these words made you blushed and secured. “First time? I can already tell this is your first time, what a good girl” he then choked you softly and attempting to shove his dick into your pussy again, it was painful but you enjoy the pain. He pulled it out and pushed it in again and again, you both moan and you cried due to the pain but you don’t want it to stop.

He ejected inside of you, you both were painting, out of breath. You used your finger to scoop his cum and put it into your mouth like an ice cream.

He smirked “you do know how to arouse me don’t you?” He kisses you, you feel his tongue inside your mouth.

“Well, it’s time for my dinner, da-ddy” you kneeled down and grabbed his length, you licked the tip softly and gently while looking at his expression, he groaned in pleasure. You continued teasing him and he eventually got frustrated again, he grabbed your head with his both hands to push his manhood into your throat repeatedly

“ S t o p F u c k i n g T e a s i n g “ he said in an soft but impatient tone

Seeing him in pleasure kinda makes you proud, so you did it for real, you grabbed his dick, licked it from the roots finally to the tip and suck it for real, he smiled in pleasure once again. He then pulled you out of his manhood and started to eject on your face, you opened your mouth wide. After cumming, he spooned your face from above gently

“Do you know you’re so fuckinh gorgeous ?”

He he kisses both of your inner legs then finally to your pussy.

“Itadakimasu” he said naughtily.

He grabbed both of your boobies and started licking your clits, he is teasing, as a revenge. Finally you couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed his head to instruct him to lick your most sensitive part as you move your body up and down.

Both of you are seriously out of breathe, he falls and lays beside of you.

“I love you, very much, y/n”

“I love you, Nanami. I’m glad that I met you... you’re going to marry me right ??

You both chuckled. He kissed you. But this time it was out of pure love.

-END-

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spiderling-space · 4 years ago

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Alright so my bday is on Christmas Eve and due to everyone being out with family I’ve never had a bday party. So, may I request the first years throwing a surprise party for MC? Personally it would be cute if MC broke down crying tears of joy saying how much they appreciate everyone, but it’s up to you.

I was going to only focus on New Year related stuff then I saw your request. My birthday is in 3 days (27th) and because of COVID-19, for the first time in 18 years, I won’t be able to celebrate it with my friends so this will be self-indulgent for me.

Happy belated birthday! Congratulations on leveling up to a new age! I hope you will have a healthy year!

Since there are too many characters, I’ll go with the headcanon format. Once again, it is assumed that these fellas didn’t go home during their winter break.

My inbox is open

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Ace Trappola

Ace is the one who thought of a surprise birthday party for (Y/N). He somehow got them to tell him when their birthday is and he told Deuce as soon as he learned it.

He is the mastermind behind the planning. He excuses himself from doing the actual work by saying he has done the plan.

Ace asks Trey to do the cake for (Y/N) or more accurately he tries to trick him into baking without Ace doing any labour but he fails.

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Deuce Spade

Deuce wrote on his phone and his notebooks when (Y/N)’s birthday is so he wouldn’t forget.

He didn’t think of throwing a party for them at first but after Ace pitched in his idea, he thought it was a great one. He also avoids (Y/N) to not spill the beans.

Deuce works hard on preparing the decorations for (Y/N)’s birthday. He sometimes fails but at least Jack is helping him.

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Jack Howl

Ace and Deuce tell about the surprise birthday party for (Y/N) to Jack. At first, he is casual about it but then he agrees to help only because it is the right thing to do.

He hates lying and cannot lie so he will avoid talking with (Y/N) every time they ask what he is doing.

Jack is helping Deuce with decorations, doing the heavy lifting and hanging the decorations on high places, his strength and height being extremely useful for this occasion.

🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎

Epel Felmier

Ace and Deuce ask if Epel wants to join with Jack joining them. He agrees to help because he has never done this before, in his village, there is no person around his age.

He is usually a quiet person and he can keep a secret just like how he keeps his feral side secret. Most of the time at least... So he can hang around (Y/N) during that time.

Trey is going to make side desserts and the ingredients are provided by your truly Epel. Also, Epel craves beautiful shapes out of apples to make the decoration on the table.

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Sebek Zigvolt

It was hard to convince Sebek to join in the preparations but Ace is there to trick him. Ace says helping them prepare for (Y/N)’s birthday would be a great practice for Lilia and Malleus’ birthdays.

The rest of the gang tells him that he took silence oaths, meaning that they will not talk about the party so Sebek also takes an oath. That was a lie though. They told him that because Sebek has a booming voice and when he talks about it, (Y/N) could hear him from meters away.

Sebek wants to take on the most complex and hardest tasks for the surprise birthday party and wants to be included in all processes of the planning so he can do them on Lilia and Malleus’ birthdays.

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The Great Grimm

Ace and Deuce tell Grimm about the party they are planning. Grimm likes the idea of the party and agrees to help but he has one condition. They will get him tuna cans and special treats from Trey's baking.

Grimm can keep his mouth shut if he wills it and the incentive is too good to pass.

Since Grimm is tiny with little paw-paws, he can't do much with the preparations. His duty is to distract (Y/N) so that they won't find out the surprise.

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On the day of (Y/N)'s birthday, Grimm does something that makes (Y/N) chase him. Grimm lures them into the loctaion where the party is held and (Y/N) is met with "SURPRISE!" from everyone, almost giving them heart attack. They get emotional over the party they prepared because (Y/N) doesn't have their family nor their friends from their world. They thank them all and open their presents after blowing out the candles. They barely keep Grimm form diving into the cake. (Y/N) is also wary of Ace, thinking that he might smash the cake to their face.

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todoroki-waifu · 4 years ago

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Note: I wrote this in 2014 but never posted it. At least I think I didn’t? Lol. Anyway, this is my first Haikyuu fic! I edited it a bit so hopefully you guys enjoy it! I love Kageyama so much. 😭♥️😭♥️

Kageyama x F!Reader

Word Count: 1631

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Cursing.

A quiet but long sigh passes between your lips, your jaw resting on your palm while you stare out the window. All your friends take note of your somber mood and although you tell them you’re fine, your response doesn’t match your behavior. It was the beginning of the lunch period, but the cold weather persuaded everyone to stay indoors.

Desks were moved around to accommodate the students’ ideal seating arrangement with their friends. You suddenly felt your desk shift slightly and you turn your head to find that Kageyama had pushed his table right beside yours.

“Oi, I know you’re lying.”

“Eh? Lying about what?"

"That you’re ‘okay’.” He situated himself back to his seat, facing you with determination to have you reveal what you’ve been hiding.

“I’m not lying. Really! I’m just…tired. I didn’t get enough sleep.” Maybe if you kept telling yourself that, you might actually believe it yourself.

“Hn.” He leaned in slightly with an interrogating aura surrounding him.

“A-anyway, I’m gonna get something from the vending machine. Want anything?” You stood up, his presence overwhelming you slightly.

“Yes, I want you to tell me the truth."

"Kageyama-kun, I said I’m fine, okay? If you keep asking, I’m going to get mad.” Your annoyed look shut his mouth.

A few moments after you left, the door of his classroom was roughly opened and a slightly high pitched voice gathered everyone’s attention.

“__(y/n)-chan!” Nishinoya sings your name before his eyes try to find you. “Are you okay?!"

"Who do I need to beat up?!” Tanaka pounds his right fist into his left palm.

“Guys, we shouldn’t be so loud.” Asahi tries to hush the boisterous duo.

“We brought you something that’ll hopefully cheer you up.” Sugawara chimes in, holding up a bag filled with various goodies.

“Oh! You guys came here, too?” Yamaguchi is surprised with the sudden crowd in the room.

“I told you it was unnecessary for us to come here.” Tsukishima sighs but quickly glances around the classroom to find you.

Kageyama finds the volleyball team entering the room, walking to where yours and his desks were.

“Where did __(y/n)-chan go?” Hinata asks after returning from the restroom.

“She went to get something from the vending machine."

"Oi! Did you do something to __(y/n)-chan?” The two first years look to where their volleyball senpais were gathered.

“You! You look pretty guilty. What did you do to __(y/n)-chan, damn it?”

“Now, now, let’s calm down. I’m sorry about them. ___(y/n) is our friend and we’re just worr-”

“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t do anything, I swear! I don’t even talk to __(y/n)-chan!” cries the freshman who Tanaka and Nishinoya decided to question.

“I’m sorry about these three. Please ignore them.” Daichi bows his head to the young male, dragging Asahi, Tanaka, and Nishinoya to where the rest of the group was.

“Stop scaring the first years!” He scolds.

“Eh? But I didn’t-” Asahi doesn’t understand why he was being scolded.

“Your face is already scary enough!” The poor long haired boy pouts at his failed attempt to defend himself.

“Did you manage to find anything out from ___(y/n)-chan?” Kageyama hears Hinata ask.

“She hasn’t said anything. She keeps saying she’s fine and that she’s just tired."

"Maybe we shouldn’t push her into telling us, but let’s just try to show our support.” Sugawara places a few snacks the team bought for you beside your bento.

“You guys are overreacting. If she says she’s tired, then maybe it’s just that.” Tsukishima grunts.

“I know the difference between her being tired and when there’s something on her mind."

"Do you really, now? I didn’t know you paid that much attention to her.” The blonde smirks at the black haired setter.

“S-s-shut up! I just …there’s just a difference with her mood, that’s all! It’s not that hard to tell."

"Let’s not argue. We’re here for __(y/n)-chan, remember?” Yamaguchi tries to pacify the two.

“Actually, Kageyama is right. __(y/n)-chan isn’t tired. She’s a bit heartbroken.” Kiyoko finally reveals what has been bothering you. She knew exactly what brought down your mood. Although she wasn’t one to blurt out your private conversation, if it had the boys this concerned, they deserved to know that it wasn’t too serious, like someone bullying you.

“Heartbroken?"

"Yes, she found out that the guy she likes, likes someone else.” That was all she would say. Giving out too much details would betray your trust. “I told her maybe it wasn’t true, but it still discouraged her. Anyway, try not to say anything. I don’t want to worsen her mood.”

The gang agreed silently to not mention what Kiyoko had said and decided to focus on making you feel better. You were surprised to find the group surrounding your seat, but smiled at their presence. You had a feeling they had the same concerns as Kageyama.

You were feeling better than this morning, but once in a while, you would slip into your distracted gaze. Kageyama was becoming quite annoyed with your behavior. Who the hell was that bastard anyway? He bet he would be a waste of your time. So, why did you care about him so much?

After practice, he was one of the last few to leave school grounds. He spotted you walking towards the school gates, the setter quickening his pace to match yours. He got lucky that both your club activities ended simultaneously.

“Oi, __(y/n),"

He was met with silence.

”__(y/n).“ He raised his voice slightly and frowned when you ignored him.

”___(y/n)!“ Kageyama finally manages to capture your attention.

"Ep!” You screech, turning to where you felt your hand being grabbed. Your free hand had its fingers curled tightly against your palm, ready to strike, but stopped when you recognized the individual.

“K-k-kageyama-kun! You scared me!”

“I’ve been trying to call you!” He had one arm up to defend against your almost attack.

“S-sorry! I didn’t hear you.” You lowered your guard and he did the same, slowly releasing his grip.

“Clearly. Are you still thinking about what’s been bothering you all day?”

“N-no, I’m just tired.” You didn’t want your friends to worry.

“W-who cares about that damn bastard!” He was fed up with your crush. In the first place, why the hell didn’t your crush notice such a beautiful girl longing to be with him? Second, did he think he was too good for you?

“Huh?”

“I heard from Kiyoko-senpai that you had your heart broken. She didn’t say who, but that’s why you’ve been upset. Like I said, who cares about him? You’re too good for him anyway! I bet he’s just some idiot who’s too stupid to notice you. I bet he isn’t worthy of your attention. You should give me his name so I can kick his weak ass! I’ll prove to you that you don’t need a dumbass like that.”

“So…you mean to say that you’ll kick your own ass?” You blinked, tilting your head to the side a bit.

“Kick my own ass…? The hell would I do that for?”

“I’m gonna give you a minute to think about it.” You found it cute how Kageyama was becoming defensive for you. You didn’t intend to reveal who you were admiring, but you would feel better if your feelings were at least known.

“…I’m the lame dumbass that you like?” He points at himself, shock painting his face once he registers what you said.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “A-ah, but I don’t think you’re a dumbass!”

“Wait, but I thought that the guy you liked, likes someone else?” Kageyama was confused! He didn’t like anyone but you!

“Exactly. I’m probably taking a big risk here, but you’re my crush, Kageyama-kun. I heard Hinata talking about how you both admire Makoto-senpai and how you wish that she was in our year and that she would join the volleyball team. And I heard that you also plan to ask her out.”

“Wait…what? No way! I don’t like Makoto-senpai like that! And I think you’re seriously misunderstanding here.” [1]

“Eh? What do you mean?”

“I’m not sure which Makoto you’re referring to but I’m talking about the guy from the swimming club. Anyway, the reason I said that was because I admire him. He’s very athletic and passionate about swimming. I know it has nothing to do with volleyball, but I heard he gives out excellent training tips. I was hoping that we’d meet up sometime to discuss what I can do to increase my strength and stamina.”

“Oh…” you nod slowly before embarrassment shows on your cheeks. “Oh! Oh my -I’m so sorry for assuming things.”

“I-it’s fine.” He looks away to hide his cheeks that matched yours. “You can m-m-make it up to me by letting me take you o-out on a d-d-d-date.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you on a date? I technically did confess first.” With your face burning a deeper red and a shy smile, Kageyama felt his heart pump faster.

“But I l-liked you first so I should be the one asking.” He argues childishly, slightly disappointed that he didn’t get to confess to you beforehand. But that disappointment didn’t stay long since he was more than happy to hear your feelings.

“Is that so?”

“Mm.” He firmly answers.

“All right, well, I’m free Friday night. Does that work with you?”

“Yeah. I’ll pick you up at your place at 7?”

“It’s a date.” You take a step closer to him and lightly kiss his cheek. “See you then!"

He watches you turn towards the direction of your house, your figure becoming further away from him. Shaking himself from the slight daze caused by your kiss, he quickly follows you.

"W-wait!"

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[1] Free! :p

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