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Where There's a Will, Right?: Dante x Male Reader

SUMMARY: After Dante’s successful defeat of Argosax, he’s been ever-so-slightly more talkative than before; at least, that’s what you think. Both Trish and Lady noticed that Dante’s mood hasn’t improved and, if anything, he has only become more distant. Upon telling them that they’re wrong, they both tell you something that sends your mind reeling.

MINORS DNI--Seriously, go away >:[

BEGINNING NOTES: ✨Dom/Top Dante* x Male Sub/Bottom Reader *Takes place between DMC 2 and 4 on the timeline; meaning Dante’s a bit angstier than normal--kinda Vergil-esc but he gets closer to normal at the end. ✨Unestablished relationship but everyone (including Dante) knows that you have a thing for him ✨The reader lives at the shop ✨Mentioned dark topics (nothing in depth but Dante having been suicidal is mentioned a few times) 🍊🍊🍊 ✨Fluff ✨Angst (? kinda) ✨Smut; Dante’s first time--the reader’s body count is not specified but it is implied you aren’t a virgin--meaning he is very sensitive to your touches. ✨Biting--draws blood and enjoys it. ✨Rougher--It’s not great but I wanted to try writing something a bit rougher, experimentation if you will.\ ✨Oral--Dante receiving ✨Reader gets emotional afterwards; like sad fluffy stuff. 🍊🍊🍊 ✨A little self-indulgent. I could’ve written this as G/N (and if anyone wants a re-write, I can totally do so) but I wanted something a bit gayer than normal smh ✨I know absolutely dick-diddly about motorcycles, so you best believe I just googled all of it lmao ✨Not used to writing Trish or Lady so they might be a bit OOC; if anyone has any better ideas for how they should sound (if they sound off) please let me know! I want to try and use them more often. ✨The reader uses Revenant (as per usual) and Ifrit. How can you use those wonderful gauntlets? You are just stubborn or strong enough to resist their demonic nature; idk just let me have this lmao. Demons are from DMC 1, 2, and/or 4 (Also I didn’t really feel like writing too much combat since “Bound by Blood” is so combat heavy, kinda got bored with it lmaoooo). ✨THIS IS NOT A PREQUEL TO “Deep Regret” THAT FIC. IS STILL IN THE WORKS (AND IS REALLY ANGSTY LMAO)

“Really?” Trish leaned against the wall of the garage, watching both Lady and you work, “You sure we’re talking about the same Dante?”

“What?” you set down the socket wrench and looked over at her, “Don’t believe me?”

“No, not in the slightest,” she mindlessly looked at her nails as she continued, “I don’t think I’ve heard Dante say more than five words at once in years and you’re telling me--”

“That he and I talk all the time?” You stood up, wiping your hands on your jeans, "I mean, we do live together-- what's so hard to believe?"

Lady laughed, catching your attention, “Well, Dante’s not exactly the talking type anymore,” the raven-haired woman turned from the workbench, “Can’t say I blame her, hun.”

“But that’s where you guys are wrong,” you sighed, “I mean, he’s not super talkative but we can hold a conversation for a good while,” you walked over to the stairs, grabbing your open beer on the way, and sat down with a huff, “You’re telling me that he doesn’t talk to you when you are on a job or anything?”

Lady shook her head, “Do you know how rare it is for him to even say “hello” anymore?”

“Bah,” you made a dismissive flick of your hand, “You two are full of shit, there is no way he’s that quiet.”

Trish said something under her breath as she crouched down to check the work you'd done.

“Huh?” You cupped your ear in a joking manner, “I’m getting deaf in my old age, Trish--you gotta speak up.”

“I said,” she stood up and turned to look at you, “Maybe it is because Dante loves you.”

Beer shot out your nose as you choked on it, going wide-eyed feeling flustered beyond belief.

“You can’t tell me you don’t have a thing for him,” the blonde walked over to Lady’s workbench, pushing up on the edge and sitting on the tabletop.

“I do not!”

Lady shook her head, “It is painfully obvious that you have a crush on him,” she leaned her side on the bench, facing you, “I’m sure he knows, too.”

“How is it obvious?! I mean--” You pursed your lips knowing you just dug your own grave.

The women shared a laugh before Trish answered, “The two of you are practically joined at the hip.”

Lady then jumped in, “He won't do anything without telling or asking you first.”

"You're the only one allowed in his room."

"And the only one that can use his weapons without him getting pissed, especially Rebellion."

“Dante stares at your ass a lot.”

Once again, you choked on your drink.

Lady laughed at Trish’s comment with a shrug, “Can't fault him for that, you do have a nice ass.”

The sound of the roller garage door being lifted caught everyone’s attention. In the doorway stood the very topic of the conversation with a few bags of groceries in his arms.

“Welcome home, Dante!" You shot him a warm smile, "How'd shopping go?"

Dante stared at you then at the women, “Why are they here?” His voice was cold and flat, his typical way of speaking nowadays.

“Oh!” Your voice was semi-cheery as you stood up, tossing the beer bottle in the nearby trash, “They stopped by right after you left. Asked to use the workshop for a bit.”

He stared at them for a few more seconds before walking through the garage, past you, and into the shop.

Lady grumbled to herself before sticking out a hand, gesturing at where he’d gone, “See! I told you!”

“You two are looking too deep into it. Dante doesn’t,” you shrugged, “you know…”

“Bullshit!” Lady pinched the bridge of her nose, “I swear-- if the two of you don’t hook up soon, I’m going to--”

A quiet sound of a door being cracked open cut her off. Dante looked at you and quietly mumbled, “You coming?"

“Huh? I-- Yeah,” you smiled at him, “I gotta finish the oil change and I’ll be in, okay?”

He said nothing and shut the door.

Trish slid off the bench with a sigh, “Come on, let’s give the lover boys their room.”

“Try not to break ol’ Dante," Lady jested as she picked up her tool bag, "He’s not as spry as he used to be."

You flipped her off and she stuck out her tongue in return. As they left you meandered back to Dante’s bike, you couldn’t help but mull over what the girls said.

“There’s no way that they are right,” your brow furrowed, “Dante is-- well, Dante. He’s a ladykiller, not into men… right? I mean, he has a mountain of bikini girl magazines-- ”

Lost in your thoughts, your hand slipped and you dropped the open bottle of oil, “Son of a fucking bitch!”

You snatched the bottle as quickly as possible but the damage was already done; over half of the contents were now in a black pool on the floor. A dejected grumble left your lips as you laid on your back, staring at the ceiling of the garage with a forearm resting across your forehead.

“Everything okay?”

“Hmm?” You tilted your head up slightly and saw that Dante was standing right at your feet, “Yeah… Just my good ol’ butterfingers…” Your head hit the concrete again as you sighed and looked at the mess, defeated.

His eyes trailed over to the oil on the floor before he wandered off. You propped yourself up on your elbows and saw Dante had grabbed the cat litter.

“You don’t have to--” He looked at you for a moment before dumping the litter on the spill, “Thanks, I-- Sorry, that was like a brand new bottle,” you leaned up in a sitting position, “I promise I’ll clean it up and replace the bottle.”

“It’s fine,” Dante stuck out a hand, helping you up.

As you got to your feet, you fell into him a bit and found yourself leaning on his chest. Your face instantly became hot as you froze. Strangely, Dante made no move to push you off of him or remove you, he just stood there and waited for you to do so yourself

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your space, hah…”

Dante didn’t say anything, but rather, he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside the shop. On his desk was a box of fresh hot pizza and a few cold unopened beers.

Which in hindsight, you aren’t sure how he got the pizza. He didn’t have it when he entered the garage. Unless he got it delivered at the exact moment he got back… Or he had already stopped back in the foyer of the shop only to come around back to “interrupt” your conversation--but there’s no way he would do that, right?

“So,” you grabbed a slice and sat on the edge of his desk, “What’s the special occasion?”

“ ‘was hungry,” he grabbed a slice for himself and sat in his desk chair, putting his boots up on the tabletop.

A look of shock spread across your face, “Really?"

“What?”

“It’s just,” you shook your head, “I’m just glad that you’re eating, is all," you smiled warmly, "It's nice."

The red devil stared at you for a moment before continuing to eat.

Ever since defeating Nelo Angelo, Dante’s “human” habits had gradually deteriorated. He wouldn’t sleep, bathe, or even eat; any and all self-care was put on the back burner. You had to force the poor man to take care of himself--which is much easier said than done.

At one point, things got so bad that Trish acted more human than Dante. There was a small ray of hope, however; since Argosax’s defeat, Dante had begun to regain some small bits of life. He’d been bathing more often, eating every once in a while, and even smiling again. Most importantly, however, Dante hadn’t tried to off himself in almost six months which was a victory in and of itself for the tormented man; this, by extension, made you feel a little more at ease that the chance of you coming home to Dante on the cusp of death had slimmed significantly.

“Hey,” you pursed your lips and waited for him to look at you in acknowledgment, “Do you care if I turn on some music?”

He shrugged, "Don’t care."

You hopped off the desk edge and waltzed over to the "well-loved" machine. Hitting a random track--and praying to god it worked--you went back to your resting spot against Dante's desk. The two of you sat and ate together, listening to the jukebox and enjoying the quiet company.

===

A loud knocking at the front door of the Devil May Cry woke you up. You must've fallen asleep downstairs. Across from you, in the middle of the room, was the coffee table with a TV that had been playing a DVD’s menu screen for only god knows how long. You were on your side and resting on the floor, in front of one of the couches… Even though there was an open couch adjacent to this one.

A large blanket was draped over you and onto the furniture behind you. That's when you heard a snore and realized why you weren't on the couch. Dante was fast asleep and face down against the coffee-colored pleather. Goosebumps ran up your spine as you realized that his arm was across your chest, his fingers loosely grabbing the fabric of your shirt. Carefully, you slipped away from the sleeping devil and let out a soft groaning yawn as you stretched.

Another set of knocks.

You sighed and stood up, walking over to the door, opening it.

“Ah, good morning Mr. Morrison,” you smiled tiredly at the man, welcoming him into the shop.

“You know, you make me feel old when you call me tha--” he stopped and stared at Dante, who was still asleep on the couch.

A small huff of a laugh came from your nose as you whispered to Morrison, “I know. Shocking right?”

His volume matched yours in return, “That would be an understatement," he turned to you, “Sorry to wake you but I have a job for the two of you that requires immediate attention,” he held out a manila folder.

“What is it?” A flat voice asked, making both Morrison and you jump.

After the two of you took a moment to calm down from the unexpected voice, the broker walked over to Dante and handed him the file, “Huge swarm invaded a nearby city--didn’t even have time to evacuate.”

You walked over to Dante, peering over the edge of the file. He noticed your interest and scooched over to one side, allowing you to sit beside him. As you attempted to read, you found yourself leaning towards your partner, squinting harshly at the small text. Dante moved closer to you causing your sides to touch; which, despite how many times he’s been this close (and closer) to you, never failed to make your heart race.

As the two of you looked at the file, you couldn’t help but remember what the ladies had said yesterday; how stony he is to them compared to how acted with you. Dante might be a bit cold but he has his sweet moments--even if it’s him sharing paperwork filled with pictures of hundreds of demons and a destroyed cityscape.

You whispered to Dante, “So, wanna do it?”

His eyes flicked to you before he looked over the file once more, “Fine.”

“Sweet!” With a jovial smile, you grabbed the paperwork. Your eyes flicked up at Morrison who moved to the edge of Dante’s desk, leaning on it with a lit cigar--as per usual, “We’ll take it!”

The broker shook his head with a small smile, “I’m beginning to think you enjoy these types of jobs.”

“Actually,” you stood up and walked over to him, “I do. Don’t have to worry about destroying things," you handed him the file which he grabbed.

He laughed softly and shook his head, taking a puff of his cigar, “You two are quite the pair.”

You tilted your head in confusion; that’s when you felt an exhale of air on the back of your neck, making your hair stand on end.

“We takin' the bike?” Dante’s voice was low and his warm breath lightly tickled your ear.

“Y-yeah,” you turned your head to the side and were only inches away from the sultry devil.

His turquoise eyes locked onto your gaze for a few seconds before he gave a flat, “Ok,” and went upstairs to get changed.

Once the youngest son of Sparda was upstairs, Morrison laughed as he stood up from the desk, “I’ll let the city know you're on the way. You two be careful,” he nodded goodbye and headed for the door before stopping, turning his head over his shoulder to you, “Don’t forget that there is still a lot of people trapped and--”

“And we should try and help them, don’t worry,” you winked at him, “Dante and I got this.”

Morrison opened his mouth but said nothing; instead, he continued out the door whistling a tune to himself.

You raised a brow at the odd action but decided it was not worth dwelling on.

Humming to yourself, you made your way up to your room. One of the spare bedrooms of (The) Devil May Cry that you were “only staying in for a few months”... that was over a decade ago. A smile tugged at your lips as you reminisced about a time long since passed.

===

Rain quietly beat on the roof of (The) Devil May Cry as the well-loved jukebox played quietly in the background. It had been exactly a year since Dante had officially named the shop and begun to take jobs as a demon hunter. Sitting at the large wooden desk was said devil hunter without a shirt on, only opting to wear his pants and boots. His arms were placed neatly on the top of his desk with his head resting on them, facing down at the tabletop, snoring happily. A half-eaten pizza and several empty beers were scattered about, painting the same old scene that he partook in night after night.

That’s when you showed up in his life.

You burst into the shop, stumbling and out of breath; leaning against the door, holding it shut.

“We’re closed,” Dante didn’t even open his eyes.

Before you could reply, obnoxious loud banging and shouting could be heard from the other side of the door. Dante raised a brow and tiredly looked up at you, curious as to what was pursuing you so fervently. The shirtless young man’s ears twitched as he made out what was on the other side of the large wooden door; it wasn’t demons or devils, it was humans. A mob of what sounded like fifteen to twenty people that were spouting off insults that ranged from vaguely rude statements to flat-out death threats.

Dante sighed, standing up from his desk with a huff. Casually, he grabbed Force Edge from the wall it was resting against, walking over to you.

You, of course, were terrified, debating if it was better to take your chances outside. Bursting into some random dude’s shop was dumb but you didn’t expect a smoking hot white-haired man (who was possibly the owner) to approach you with a massive gothic sword.

He flicked his hand telling you to move off to the side, which you fearfully obliged. With a warm, soft, friendly feeling, he smiled at you revealing his oddly sharp teeth, “You’re gonna owe me for this,” your face instantly became flushed in embarrassment.

Dante opened the door wide open and stepped out of the shop, the large blade resting on his shoulder. As he slowly went down each stair, the mob backed up away from him, “I’m only gonna say this once,” his voice was cold, loud, and angry, the complete opposite of what you’d just heard, “Get lost.”

One of the group’s men decided to act tough and approached Dante, “And if we don’t? What are you gonna--!”

The red devil grabbed the man by the face and held him up, not phased by the man’s struggling, “You know, I hate people like you,” his fingers tightened, “People that just don’t know how to listen.”

Muffled complaints came from the man as Dante’s fingers tightened further before tossing him at the others, knocking several of them over. They helped each other stand back up but none of them moved to leave.

“Now scram,” Dante’s brow furrowed, “Last chance before you really start pissin’ me off.”

With that final warning, the group ran like the wind and disappeared. A small laugh came from the red devil as he re-entered the shop.

“So,” Dante set Force Edge back where it was, “What is a guy like you doin’ being chased by a mob at this hour, huh?” He leaned against the edge of his desk, folding his arms.

“I uh,” your face became hotter and hotter as you looked at the smiling man, calling him stunning was an understatement. It didn’t help that he was lightly soaked from the rain which was dripping down his body, emphasizing his physique, “I just pissed off the wrong folks, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh,” Dante pushed off his desk and wandered over to you, “That why you smell like gunpowder, blood, and demons? Or’s that some sort of weird cologne?”

You froze.

“You know," he continued, "it’s not every day I get to meet someone in the same line of work as me,” he now stood in front of you, his hands stuck in his pockets and a casual tilt to his posture.

“I-- What?”

Dante’s smile widened, “You’re a demon hunter, right?”

Your expression said it all, making the young man laugh.

“Now,” he turned from you striding over to the corner of the room, “as payment for waking me up from my nap,” the white-haired man stood near one of the couches, grabbing his black long-sleeve shirt off the back, “You’re gonna take me with you to finish your hunt.”

As he slid the tight fabric over his body, all you could do was stare. Not only was watching him get dressed semi-erotic, but, the idea that you’d finally met someone else who enjoyed demon hunting like you do was enough to send shivers down your spine.

“That’s what you were doing right?” The red-clad man raised a brow as he slid on his vest, buckling the straps.

You blinked back into existence with a nod, “Yeah, you sure you want to come with? It isn’t exactly a small job, and,” you avoided his gaze, “it’s not only demons.”

“There are cultists, too--I know,” Dante slid on his gloves, “Figured that out the moment I saw ‘em outside,” he tossed his coat on, adjusting the lapels.

“O-oh…”

He meandered over to the same sword from earlier, placing it on his back, “So,” he raised a brow, “We doin’ this or what?”

You smiled sheepishly, “Sure.”

“Ah… Almost forgot,” Dante turned around and opened a desk drawer, grabbing his keys, “Here, catch,” he tossed you a box of shells, “Those work?”

“Really-- I- Yeah, why are you..?”

Dante began to walk out the door, you right behind him, “Can’t do all the work myself, babe,” he turned to you with a smile.

After he locked the door, you led him to a building that was right outside of Red Grave; it was an old abandoned apartment complex. The two of you made quick work of the job; given, it was half-finished from your earlier attack.

Despite not even knowing each other’s names, the two of you fought together quite well. Neither of you got in each other’s way. When you did interact, it was damn near perfectly choreographed; as if you’d known each other for a long time.

“You know,” Dante dodged a Death Scissors, “You’re pretty good at this.”

“Oh yeah?” A small amount of playful sarcasm loomed over your words, “I’m still not impressed with you,” you ducked underneath a Frost’s attack and shot it right in the small of its back, “mister white-haired stranger.”

“Eh,” he used Force Edge to slice three Abyss in half, “Had to leave you something to fight.”

Both of you shared a laugh and stood in the middle of the room, looking around at the carnage. Dante turned to see a cultist trying to escape. The red devil pointed Ebony up and shot the human, much to your dismay.

“Hey,” you shoved his shoulder, “You stole my final kill.”

“Oh,” he holstered Ebony and turned to you, “Didn’t see your name on ‘em, sorry.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and sighed, “Thanks for your help,” you avoided his eyes, which were trained on your face, “I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Dante smiled, “This was fun, been a long time since I’ve had a partner to work with,” he stretched his arms upwards, cracking his shoulders, “Lady’s been off doing her own thing lately.”

“Lady?” You raised a brow, suspicious of the red devil’s seemingly fake person.

“She’s an old friend,” Dante and you began to descend back down the building’s stairs. It wasn’t until the two of you got outside before he spoke again, “Hey, so,” his voice was quieter than before, “You work by yourself all the time or?”

“Yeah,” you sighed and placed a hand on the back of your neck, “Never been able to find someone who’d join me on a hunt.”

“Well,” Dante put his hands in his pockets, “If you want, I’ve got an open spot at my shop...”

“Really?”

“Mhm, haven’t had a partner in a while and could use the company.”

You laughed.

“What?”

“I don’t even know your name and you are offering me a job?”

The red devil stuck out his hand, “Name’s Dante.”

You smiled and shook his hand, “Well, Dante, I think I’ll take up that job offer,” you sheepishly turned your head away and mumbled, “I think I could use some company, too.”

===

“You coming?”

A sudden flat voice from your doorway made you jump with a loud startled shout. Quickly, you turned around to see Dante, fully geared up, and leaning against your doorframe with his arms neatly folded.

“I- Yeah, sorry,” you shook your head, “Just lost in thought.”

Dante stood up, saying nothing, and headed back downstairs into the garage.

With pursed lips, you continued to get ready; that’s when it hit you. Dante must've been standing there for quite some time, watching you; you who was standing in bagging half falling off underwear the entire time. Your face became hot, the idea of Dante seeing you this exposed was enough to make your mind reel. Shaking off the growing hot feeling, you shoved yourself into your hunting gear; which included Dante’s Ifrit and your shotgun, Revenant.

Upon reaching the garage, you saw that Dante had already started the bike and was waiting outside for you to join him. Although you weren’t sure, you swear it looked like he was smiling at you; only hinted at by small creases in his cheeks. You joined him in the alley with a stuck-out hand, waiting for Rebellion, which he gave you. As you slid the sword on your back, you flashed a wide smile and playful wink at Dante. Then you mounted the back of the bike and a heavy wave of embarrassment filled your face as you firmly placed your hands on Dante’s waist.

Without a word, Dante kicked up the stand and you were off. As you held onto him, you couldn’t help but lean further onto his body, your face against his back. His cologne was that of lemongrass, lavender, and a light dusting of patchouli. You took a deep inhale, sighing longingly at the comforting scent; which didn’t go unnoticed by the white-haired hunter.

The two of you arrived shortly at the nearby city. Once both of you dismounted the bike, Dante stuck his hand out--mimicking what you’d done earlier. With a smirk, you pulled Rebellion off your back and held it out in front of you, blade facing down and your fingers tightly wrapped around the grip. The red devil grabbed the sword, making sure to just barely ghost your hand with his in the process.

A bright blush adorned your face as you gave him a small content laugh and looked at the less-then-happy scene before you. To say that the place was crawling with demons would’ve been an understatement.

An irritated long groan came from you as you slumped forward, “Those pictures must’ve been old; this is so much worse,” you looked over at Dante who was staring at you, “Wanna call in the ladies?”

“No,” he turned from you and began to walk toward the city.

With a baffled sigh, you shook your head and jogged to catch up to him, walking right beside him.

When the two of you got to the edge of the zone, a large platoon of soldiers was along the city’s edge. As expected, the two of you were approached by the armed people and questioned as to why you were there.

You sighed softly, “We were hired by the city to come in and exterminate the infestation.”

A mixture of various “bullshit”s and “no way”s were heard throughout the platoon. A greatly unamused Dante slyly reached down and grabbed one of your fingers with one of his, a sign he used when he wanted to move forwards.

“Just stay out of our way,” you shoved past the soldiers, Dante right beside you. Before you got too far, you stopped and turned to the men, “Wait about thirty minutes and start sweeping this end of the city for survivors, continuing further inwards; we’ll have most of the demons cleared out for you.”

Once more there were various forms of ill-natured or overly skeptical comments from the crowd; but, after all these years of hunting, it was expected at this point. The two of you just continued onwards, Dante’s finger still wrapped around one of yours.

It didn’t take long for you to encounter a horde. At first, you were excited and readied Ifrit; however, Dante has taken up to not allowing you to fight anything more than Misras or Frosts. Today was no different.

You vocalized your irritation (as you had done many times before) but it always fell on deaf ears, Dante simply didn’t care. Things came to a head when you were nearly finished with the job and the red devil had been nearly gutted by a group of demons but he still wouldn’t let you fight.

“Dante,” you furrowed your brow as the two of you walked on, “Could you at least let me kill something? I’m getting bored with fighting small fries and playing cheerleader.”

The red devil stopped and looked over at you, but said nothing.

“Come on,” you made your best puppy dog eyes and stuck out your lip in a pouty manner, “Please?”

“I can handle it,” he turned to continue on the path, “You are a human; humans are fragile.”

“Excuse me?” You walked beside him, “You forget you’re human, too?”

“I can heal within seconds,” he glared at you from the corner of his eye, “You can’t.”

You moved your jaw in thought, mulling over things before speaking again, “Yes, but that doesn’t mean you should push yourself like this,” the red devil’s head turned slightly, indicating he was listening, “Just ‘cause you can heal…” You reached out and lightly grabbed his bicep, “I’m your partner, remember? I’m here to help you.”

Dante stopped and pivoted to look at you. His brow was slightly upturned and his eyes held an odd unplaceable emotion, “I know.”

A small sad tilt decorated your brow as you lightly squeezed his arm before letting go. You had an inkling as to why he acted this way but had never been able to be sure; hell would have to freeze over before you’d get a clear answer from the red-clad half-breed.

The two of you entered the center of the city where the demons seemed to have come from. In the middle of the large leveled area was a large mass of sorts. Both of you knew exactly what it was, the start of a demon nest.

Almost as if on cue, an insurmountably large quantity of demons revealed themselves. The two of you split apart. Finally, you were able to fight something decent and were relishing in it. Your targets were, for the most part, Blades and Gladiuses; which wasn’t that big of a challenge but it is better than nothing. A smile shot across your face as you got to have some fun with Ifrit for the first time in years.

In the complete opposite of an over-strained Dante trying to deal with several Plasmas and Blitzes.

You had nearly finished up your half (well more like two-thirds) of the horde and destroyed the budding nest before you noticed Dante struggling. Quickly, you killed the last of your targets and rushed over to help the red devil, who had just been thrown through a building.

“Dante!” You kneeled down by him, “Hey, you alright?”

“I’m… fine,” his voice was strained as he tried to sit upright, only to bare his teeth with a grimace.

“Stay here, I’ll take care of this,” you stood up but found that your wrist was ensnared by Dante’s grasp.

“No,” he attempted to stand again.

“Dante, I can handle them,” you tugged your hand away, “Let go of me, please.”

His expression was blank as his fingers only tightened around you.

“Dante…” Now, you are starting to get irritated.

“I can handle them, just let me do it,” he stood up and you saw that his ribcage had concaved, clearly broken.

“No Dante-- You are in no condition to fight right now,” you pursed your lips, “I can finish this,” giving him one last chance to let go.

“No, I am fine.”

“Goddamnit Dante!” You snapped at him and yanked your hands out of Ifrit’s gauntlets, removing Dante’s grip on you, “You’re always protecting everyone else, so please, for once in your life,” you stalked over to Rebellion, which had been stuck in the ground nearby when Dante attempted to stop himself, grabbed it tightly and turned back to him, “Let me protect you.”

His eyes widened, showing a mixture of confusion and anger, but you didn’t give him a chance to refuse. You had already gone off and were slaying the rest of the demons using Rebellion. If Dante wanted you to stop, he could have recalled his sword; he should’ve recalled the blade but, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to.

Although you were still concerned for Dante, you couldn’t deny that you were having the time of your life. You'd only been allowed to use Rebellion one other time on the field, which was shortly after being hired at the DMC. The feeling of wielding such a mighty blade was insurmountable; not only that, but the frictionless feeling of slicing through demons was damn near erotic. A wide smile spread across your face as you finished off the final few demons, pinning the final Plasma down into the ground using the blade.

“You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“You’re just jealous that I got more kills than you,” with a playful shake of your head and a small laugh, you pulled Rebellion back out of the ground and turned around. Dante had healed and was giving you quite the venomous glare, your expression dropped, “What?”

He aggressively grabbed the sword from your hand, placed it on his back, and turned to walk back the way you came, “We’re leaving.”

You bent down and picked up Ifrit, sliding the fiery devil’s gauntlets back on, “Huh? We haven’t done our sweep back--”

“Now!” His voice was much angrier than you’d heard in a long time, so you remained silent and followed behind him.

The walk and ride back to the shop were eerily quiet. Neither of you said a word, not even to the soldiers that you passed in the city. During the bike ride, you did your best not to latch onto the red devil and held onto the bike itself--which wasn't exactly comfortable or easy, but you were pissed off and didn't care.

As the two of you entered the shop, you had thought about saying something to the devil but weren’t going to give him that satisfaction; no, you just silently went up to your room and slammed the door behind you. Leaving him in the foyer, alone.

Doing your best to ignore the guilty feeling in your gut, you hopped in a quick shower and took a small unintentional cat nap on your bed right after. Around an hour later, you woke up and groggily wandered downstairs to get a glass of water--and to see where Dante had gone. As you looked around, you pursed your lips in confusion. Dante typically after a job would just get drunk at his desk or on the couch but he was nowhere to be found. It was rare for him to actually go to his room; but, then again, it is even rarer for the two of you to have a disagreement or fight like this. A sigh left your lips as you traversed back to your room. A small amount of regret lingered at the edges of your mind for using such harsh words at the poor devil.

Mindlessly, you had wandered to stand in front of his room and stood there with your hand up, ready to knock. After a minute you decided to put your hand back down, hoping that maybe he’d be the one to come to you and apologize for once. With a heavy sigh, you entered your room and turned the light on, then nearly had a heart attack.

There, sitting silently on the edge of your bed, was Dante in his boxers and a long-sleeve black baggy shirt. His forearms were resting on his legs--one of which was bouncing nervously, his hands intertwined as he mindlessly twisted and played with his fingers, and his gaze fixated on the floor.

“Uh… Dante? Everything okay?” You shut the door, set your glass of water down, and slowly walked over to the bed, sitting beside him.

“You remember why I hired you?” His voice was soft and sad, something was wrong.

You shook your head, confused at the seemingly out-of-nowhere question, “Huh?”

“Do you remember why I hired you?”

“Because you said you needed company..?”

His lips twitched at the answer; however, he said nothing and just stared at the floorboards in front of him.

“Dante?” You gently and cautiously grabbed his forearm, making his leg stop bouncing.

His voice became even softer, becoming barely audible, “Do you regret it?”

Your brow softened as your fingers gripped him tighter, “Dante…”

His brow furrowed as he moved his jaw for a second before giving you a sad huffed laugh, “I wouldn’t blame you if--”

“Stop,” you stood up and moved to stand in front of him, then knelt between his legs, “Look at me,” his eyes coyly met yours as you grabbed both his hands, “I have never regretted anything I’ve done with you, nor will I ever.”

A small quiver found its way to Dante’s lip, “Why?”

“What do you mean why?” You gave him a bittersweet smile, “I like being with you, Dante.”

He opened his mouth but no sound came out, only a crack and a small whimper as tears filled his eyes. Then you did what you should’ve done the moment he started talking, you stood up and enveloped him in a tight hug. Dante quickly wrapped himself around you. The red devil’s fingers dug into your back and grabbed generous handfuls of your shirt.

Half-formed sentences and choked-up versions of “I’m sorry” are all that he could manage through the unwavering barrage of tears. All you could do was hold him tight and tell him that everything’s okay--that he doesn’t have to apologize, not for breaking down like this. Gently, you kneaded against his shoulder blades and placed one hand in his hair, petting him. You noticed his hair was wet; which, not only meant that’s where he was when you were searching for him but, this was the first time he'd taken a real shower in nearly three weeks. It seemed like a lifetime had passed before his tears began to slow, eventually boiling down to just small hiccups.

However, his hold on you didn’t loosen, if anything, it got tighter. You had placed the side of your face against the top of his head and quietly hummed, hoping to comfort him.

“Hey…” Dante’s voice was thick and quiet, a hint of nervousness ghosted his words.

“Hm?”

“Would it be okay to stay like this? Just for a little longer…” He waited with bated breath for your response.

“Mnmm… How about this,” you pulled back from him, making him hesitantly release you. A small warm smile tugged at your lips as you straddled his lap and re-wrapped yourself around him with your legs around his middle, “This okay?”

Through your shirt, you could feel Dante hum with a small smile, “Mhm,” his arms regrafted themselves to your body as he pushed his head into your body.

The two of you sat together for nearly two hours, Dante softly purring against your skin as you lightly rubbed his back and played with his hair. If the front door hadn’t opened, the two of you would’ve stayed linked together for much longer.

“I’ll get it,” you slid off his lap but were stopped by Dante grabbing your wrist.

“Do you have to?” His expression was oddly shy, which sent a sharp pang of love through your heart.

“Join me?” You smiled as you pulled him up. A small surprised laugh left your mouth as you felt him lace your fingers together.

A bright smile adorned your face as the two of you made your way downstairs and found Morrison standing in the foyer.

“Afternoon, Mr. Morrison!” You waved with a small happy noise but realized that he was staring with wide eyes.

“I’m not… interrupting, am I..?”

You stared at him in confusion before you realized how the two of you looked; both of you were semi-disheveled, only in underwear and a shirt, and Dante’s hand was in yours, “No! No- not at all! We-- It’s not what it--”

“You are," Dante released your hand, moving further into the room, “but it is my fault for not locking the door. What’s up?”

A sputtered confused noise left your lips as your face became unbearably hot, mortified at what Dante was implying.

Morrison laughed, “Blunt as always, huh Dante?”

“Why bother lying about it,” Dante leaned against his desk, arms folded casually.

The broker shook his head with a smile, “I’m just here to drop off payment from the job earlier,” he handed Dante a thick envelope, “The client was impressed with how quickly the two of you worked--made sure to get it to you just as fast and added a little extra cash, too.”

“Oh? Really?” Dante opened the packet and counted the cash quickly, “Huh… Thanks, Morrison.”

Morrison did a double-take, taken aback at not only Dante’s words but, Dante’s willingness to talk, “No problem, Dante…” The broker looked over to you with a raised brow before turning to leave, “Sorry for interrupting, I’ll lock the door on the way out. Goodnight you two.”

“ ‘Night, Mr. Morrison!” Your voice was sweet but still had a lingering sense of embarrassment to it.

Dante opened the top desk drawer and tossed the money in it, smiling.

With a sudden nervousness, you approached the pants-less devil and joined him near the desk, “So… What was Morrison interrupting, Dante?”

His turquoise eyes slowly moved up to meet yours, a heavy odd feeling behind them.

Your face became even hotter as you swallowed hard, “Dante..?”

“We were sitting together,” small creases formed on his cheeks as he smiled wider, “Why? Did you have something else in mind?”

Another loud set of sputtered discombobulated noises came from you, unsure how to respond to such a loaded question.

A dark chuckle came from Dante as he meandered over to you, slowly inching you towards the wall behind his desk, then placing a hand beside your head, “Something wrong?”

“No, I--,” you closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to keep yourself from spontaneously combusting in embarrassment, “I’m f-fine.”

He lifted a brow and placed his free hand on your cheek, running his fingers gently across your skin, “I dunno, you seem rather feverish… You’re not sick, are you?”

“I’m just a little warm, that’s all,” you let out a half-hearted laugh, doing your best to ignore the pounding in your chest.

The red devil wasn’t satisfied with this answer and moved his face closer, putting his nose right beside yours, and made half-lidded eye contact, “I don’t believe you.”

Bit by bit, you leaned closer to him, placing your lips as close as you could without touching his. The two of you hovered for a moment before Dante pulled away and turned to look to his right, “Do you mind?”

You mimicked Dante's action in confusion and saw Trish standing in the shop.

“Lady forgot a few things in the garage,” Trish raised a brow and addressed you, “You believe us now?”

“Trish!” Dante’s face was bright red, “Seriously?”

“What?” She placed a hand on her hip, “You do love him, don’t you?”

Dante mumbled something you didn’t quite catch before his voice returned to the previous volume, “Can you leave? You’re kinda killing the moment.”

“Just make sure that you two can work in the morning, we have a contract to do.”

“Trish!”

She gave you a wide smirk and a wink, “Have fun.”

The two of you waited for the garage door to shut before Dante sighed, “Guess the moment’s kinda ruined, huh?”

He sheepishly turned to you, to which you grabbed his shirt and yanked his lips down to meet yours. A surprised muffled grunt came from the red devil as he placed his hand over yours, his thumb slowly running over your skin and removing you from his shirt. Gradually, he regained control over the situation and pushed you back against the wall. His lips were broiling and desperately pushing against yours, almost painfully so.

Dante grabbed the sides of your hips, picking you up slightly, so he could pin you against the wall using only his body and a knee that he had placed between your legs. Your hands frantically grabbed at his body, eventually settling for one hand in his hair and the other groping at his upper back. His hands wandered all over your body, sliding underneath your shirt and touching as much as you as he could.

Eventually, you managed to wrap your legs around his middle and his hands slipped down to support you from underneath your thighs. You cupped his face in both your hands to deepen the fervorous kissing. The red devil bit lightly at your lips, asking to enter your mouth. At first, you didn’t let him and playfully denied him entrance. Dante wanted to taste you and wasn’t taking no for an answer, forcing his tongue inside. His tongue was hot and he wanted nothing more than to explore every bit of your mouth, to devour as much as he could. The unexpectedly long appendage made you jolt and gag slightly in surprise, which made Dante smirk with a small amount of pride.

Only once you were both out of breath did the two of you separate, leaving you with labored breathing and hazy loving smiles.

Your thumbs gently rubbed the stubble that decorated his jawline, “Dante, do you really..?”

He meekly smiled and mumbled, avoiding your eyes in embarrassment, “You think I’d treat anyone else like you..?”

You placed a soft kiss on his forehead, “I love you… So much”

A soft huffed laugh came from his nose.

“What?”

He placed a small kiss on the side of the base of your neck, “Never thought I’d hear you say that.”

You laughed softly, “Dante,” he looked up at you and you ran a hand through his hair, “You want to know something?”

“Hmm?” He began to purr and melt into your touch.

“Although, there’s obviously more a more emotional aspect now,” you broke eye contact and turned away to avoid his gaze, “When we first met if you had asked me to… ya know… I would’ve,” your face was completely on fire as you regretted opening your mouth.

“Oh?” Using one hand to support you, he used a hand to turn your face to his, “What was that now?”

Your voice was high-pitched and cracked from embarrassment, “N-nothing!”

He had a sultry smirk tugging at his lips as he ran his thumb over your trembling lips, “You know, I thought about asking for that--instead of joining your hunt.”

“You-- you did?” Your face only became hotter with each word.

“Mhm,” Dante put his lips above yours again, “Not every day a smoking hot, sopping wet, guy busts into my shop.”

The two of you connected lips again and Dante’s hands gripped the sides of your thighs harshly, his nails digging into you, and dipped your ass lower to meet his growing heat. A small growl came from the back of the red devil’s throat as he ground his hips against you. Your hands grabbed his shoulders as you let out a small moan from the friction of Dante’s grinding. In response, Dante began to roll his hips harshly against you, shoving you against the wall with each thrust. Your hips jolted from the sudden rough movements and you broke from the kiss, letting out a low hissing groan. Dante, however, wasn’t done tasting you and immediately placed his lips back over yours; making sure to devour each one of your sweet noises.

He turned around and began to support you using only one hand again. With his free hand, he moved his mother’s photo to the desk drawer, closing it softly, and then swept his arm across his desk, throwing everything else off the top--making an absolute mess of the already cluttered shop.

Dante dropped you onto the desk and broke the kiss. Quickly, he removed your shirt and began to bite at whatever he could, making you squirm from the sudden, almost animalistic, aggression. His teeth broke through your skin and Dante excitedly lapped up the crimson lines, letting out a continuous lowly growl. A sharp loud gasp left your mouth as you arched your back towards him in response to him biting your neck; still drawing blood as he did for the other marks. Your fingers dug into him only further encouraging him to do it again.

However, you weren’t about to let Dante have all the fun. You kneaded your way down his torso and to the edge of his boxers. Coyly, you palmed over his bulge with widening eyes. Of course, it was easy to tell that Dante had a nice dick from how visible it is through his pants but you didn’t expect it to get that much bigger.

The sultry devil caught onto your sudden surprise and let out a small breathy laugh against your neck, “What’s the matter, babe?” He ran his tongue along one of the bleeding marks, “Surely you knew..?”

“I,” your mind was blank, “I thought you were a shower, not a grower,” you let out a half-huff half-laugh noise through your nose.

“Oh, just you wait,” a small seductive laugh came from him as he leaned back up to look you in the eyes, “Still not quite there yet.”

You rolled your eyes and casually draped your arms over his shoulders, “You know, just cause it’s big doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to use it,” you let out a playful low laugh, staring at him with half-lidded eyes.

Dante leaned in, “Oh, don’t worry,” he kissed you again, “I know exactly what you like,” smiling happily.

The two of you exchanged loud pecking kisses, “Mhm, sure you do.”

He stopped and left his lips right above yours, his breath ghosting your kiss-swollen lips, “I can hear things, you know…”

Your eye went wide, “Wh-what are you--”

“Every night, in your room,” he moved to kiss right behind your jaw, whispering against your skin giving you goosebumps, “Begging for me, saying my name,” he ran his tongue along the shell of your ear, “You’re much louder than you think, babe,” Dante gently bit your ear before he leaned back up to meet your gaze.

All you could do was stare back. Admittedly, it had crossed your mind a few times over the years that Dante might be able to hear you but you figured that he would’ve said something by now; especially with how long it’s been since you moved in. The idea that Dante had been listening to you for so long made your entire body hot and threw you for a loop.

Through all your discombobulated noises, you finally managed to sputter out, “Why didn’t you tell..?”

“Because,” he leaned in, intensifying his eye contact, “I get off listening to you,” he kissed your jawline, “I love hearing you come undone.”

A shiver ran up your spine as you completely froze.

The red devil noticed your change in expression and began to panic, “I didn’t upset you--!”

You yanked him down to your mouth, kissing him harshly once more. As you did, your hands ran up his shirt and began to grope at his pecs, eliciting a moan from the white-haired devil. Your nails ran down his body leaving loving irritated red skin, making him groan much louder.

He broke off from the kiss and quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it in a random direction in the shop. When he looked back at you, his heart skipped a beat at the face you were making. Although you were obviously already flustered, your face had turned darker by tenfold and your eyes were wide; staring directly at Dante’s bare body.

“What?” He smiled with a tilt of his head and hips, “Like what you see?”

You coyly reached out to touch his chest again, Dante watching you intently. Softly, you kneaded against him and whispered, “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

Now it was his turn to become red in the face, “H-huh?”

“I said,” your voice returned to normal volume, “You’re gorgeous, Dante…”

He stared at you. Although the red devil plays the confident type, his self-esteem was rather poor, and, to be quite frank, he hated how he looked most days; being reminded of his dead brother every time he looked in a mirror. However, hearing you say something so simple and, yet, so impactful made his head spin and his heart wrench.

You leaned in and placed a string of gentle kisses along his collarbones. As you did, you could hear him purring ever-so-slightly and were able to feel the vibrations through your lips. Eventually, Dante snapped out of his stupor, he slipped his hands into your underwear and found purchase on your ass, groping and kneading against you harshly. Next, you placed kisses up his neck and placed a long kiss against his Adam’s apple, pushing against it slightly; eliciting a groan from Dante.

Now back up at his lips, you connected with him once again. The red devil leaned you back onto the barren desk, without breaking the kiss, and pulled your hips tight to his. Once you were fully laid back, Dante moved down your jaw all the way down to your chest with soft kisses. A loud hiss left your mouth as you felt him bite down on one of your nipples, tugging on it slightly--doing his best to make sure he didn’t give you an accidental piercing.

“Fuck… Dante,” you ran your hands through his hair and looked down at him, he was already staring back at you; something was different, “Hey,” he released his bite, “You-- You alright?”

His brow twitched in confusion and he tilted his head, his gaze thinned.

“Your uh… eyes are--” You pursed your lips, his eyes had become a vibrant burning red-orange

“Oh- Oh!” Dante laughed softly, “Don’t worry about that,” his voice was quiet, seemingly shy, “I’m just excited, that’s all.”

You smiled at him and placed a hand on his cheek, thumbing over his flushed skin. He moved back up to you and stared down at you. His eyes are the exact same as when he uses his Devil Trigger except for his pupils, which are heavily dilated. It was a chilling reminder of how dangerous Dante really is, how much stronger than you he is.

“Are you sure you are alright with me-- with us-- doing this?” His brow was upturned and his voice was filled with a unquenchable lust that made your entire body hot.

“Of course,” you gave him a long drawn-out kiss and bit his lower lip, slowly pulling on it, “I wouldn't have it any other way,” you felt him shift his hips slightly and whispered against his lips, “I want you, please, Dante.”

He nodded and took a deep breath, leaning back up.

Before he could do anything, you sat up and pushed him away lightly with your fingertips on his chest. A sultry smirk tugged at your lips as you slowly slid down to your knees, placing the occasional kiss along his abdomen.

Dante’s breath hitched upon realizing what you were doing, “You don’t have to- ah~” He let out a small groan at the feeling of your lips against his still-clothed cock.

You looked up at him and placed a few more kisses down his trapped shaft, feeling him twitch against you. With almost painfully slow movements you kissed back up his shaft then slid your fingers behind the band of his boxers, pulling them down. His cock sprung up proudly, already dribbling pre-cum.

With a small smirk, you looked up at him and ran your tongue up the underside of his dick, making sure to lap up the small bits of milky fluid. His eyes broke from yours and were staring upwards.

“Dante,” you stopped, making him look back down at you, “Look at me, please,” you leaned back in closer to his body, whispering against his sensitive flesh, “I want to see if you are enjoying what I am doing or not”

He swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath, “I don’t know how long I… If I watch you.”

You smiled and let out a sultry laugh, placing a kiss on the underside of his tip, “That’s fine, as long as I get to watch you cum.”

The red devil’s face was bright red, not only from your words but from, watching you give his slit small kitten licks. You made your way down his shaft with slow kisses again, reveling in how much he was squirming from your touch. Once down to his base, you moved to the side--between his cock and the meat of his thigh--and bit down on him, leaving a loving dark mark. All the while Dante was groaning quietly as he bit his lower lip, attempting to stifle his vulnerable noises. In fact, he was biting down so hard that blood had begun to trickle down his chin.

After you felt the mark was dark enough, you placed several kisses on his balls and curled your tongue around his shaft, moving from the very base all the way back up. Slowly, you placed your lips around his cockhead and made sure to watch as Dante released his lower lip, unable to contain himself any longer. Bit by bit you took his length into your mouth, to the best of your ability; it’s not every day you suck an eight-inch cock after all.

Unhurriedly you bobbed your head up and down, making sure to savor his taste and the lewd mewls that he was making. You used one hand to play with his balls, making him buck his hips at the unexpected touch. Cautiously, he placed a hand on the back of your head, his fingers just barely ghosting against you. Noticing his hesitation, you used your free hand to push his palm harder against you. As you worked yourself into a rhythm, you noticed that he was moving his hips gently into you, making you take him in ever-so-slightly deeper with each intake.

You placed your free hand on your own dick and began to stroke yourself at the sight of Dante towering above you. He was breathing heavily with half-lidded eyes and was moaning sweet praises; such as “Holy shit” or “Goddamnit”.

After a while, you moved back to kiss down his shaft and his balls. Carefully, you licked his sack and took one of his balls into your mouth very gently sucking on it.

Dante put his hands against the wall, pushing up, and arched his back as he let out a loud unfiltered moan, "Fuckin~~! God~" His fingers clawed through the wallpaper, all he wanted was to grab you and fuck into the back of your throat, but he needed to be careful and have patience; the last thing he wants is to hurt you.

As you released his ball, you lightly ran your teeth against the skin, making him let out another loud moan. You flattened your tongue and ran it up between his balls, making sure to go slowly between them, all the way back to his tip only to generously give his slit more kitten licks.

Once again, you returned to bobbing up and down on his cock, moving a bit faster this time. One of your hands began to fondle his balls again whilst the other wrapped around to hold the back side of his thighs; encouraging him to thrust harder into your face. The red devil caught on quickly to the idea and placed both his hands on the back of your head and began to thrust his hips into you.

Admittedly, it was perhaps a bad idea to encourage him to face-fuck you since he managed to make you deep-throat him; something you weren’t able to do. Tears sprung to the corners of your eyes at the feeling. All you could do was wrap both your arms around his thighs and hold on for dear life, hoping he didn’t get any rougher.

Thankfully, it didn’t take Dante long to reach his peak. Your eyes met with his and he let out a thunderous whining moan as his fingers dug into the back of your head, pushing his cock as far into your mouth as he could. As expected, his cum didn’t taste the greatest--caused by his diet or lack-there-of, it was very salty and rather bitter. On top of that, he was choking you and pushing rather hard into the back of your throat but that didn’t matter much; you got what you’ve been lusting after for so long.

The look on his face alone made it worth the probable sore throat in the morning. He was disheveled with his hair falling in front of his face, some of which was stuck to the thin layer of sweat on his brow. His eyes were heavy and even more dilated than before. A dark red stain adorned his lower lip from his own smeared blood. Heavy labored breaths left his ajar lips, giving you a good look at his sharp teeth. You could tell that he wanted you, that he wasn’t done with you yet; which is exactly what you’d hoped for.

You felt him pet the back of your head as you removed his cock from your mouth. With heavy eyes of your own, you looked up at him with your mouth hung open slightly and breathing heavily. He noticed the tears that had finally run down your face and thumbed them off your cheeks, cupping your face in his hands.

Without breaking eye contact, you leaned against one of his hands and took his thumb into your mouth, biting it softly.

Dante’s voice was soft, “Can we do more?”

With a smirk, you let go of his finger and stood up, placing a hand on his chest, “You sure you’re up for it?”

The red devil picked you up, placing his head between your neck and shoulder, whispering in a low dark tone, “My room or yours?”

A shiver ran up your spine, “E-either one’s fine-!”

Dante bit down softly over one of the marks he made earlier in an attempt to satiate some of his growing desires, internally he felt himself becoming increasingly impatient. After a minute of thought, he went upstairs with you still in his arms and kissing your marred skin. Dante decided to use his room; after all, he knows where his lube is--plus he doesn’t have to worry about ruining your bedding, bed, or room in the heat of the moment.

He supported you with one arm as he futzed with the doorknob. You grabbed his face and moved it to yours, kissing him once again. Dante’s kisses were much less innocent and sweet this time; this time, they were overtly lustful and sinful. He wanted to indulge both himself and you in these unholy urges, to make you feel as good as he does; which, come hell or high water, is exactly what he’s going to do.

Finally, he got the door open and pushed it open using your back. Your hands made their way up to his hair, grabbing handfuls of it as he placed both his hands on your ass, pulling you as tight to him as he could. The only light in the room was provided by the sunset that was peaking through the blinds on his window; which poured directly onto the bed. He brought you both to the foot of his bed and laid you down, moving his kisses down your neck and to your shoulder.

When Dante leaned up the sight before him is one that will be immortalized in his jumbled mind. You were a hazy mess and were sprawled out on the untidy sheets. The sunlight gave your body a golden glow and only emphasized how beautiful you are to him. You looked heavenly, angelic almost. A small amount of pity sat at the edge of Dante’s mind, pity at how he is going to stain your pure and holy nature; how this devil is going to destroy you.

He grabbed one of your hands and kissed the back of it, placing genteel warm kisses up your arm and stopping on your shoulder. His breath was hot and tickled your ear as he whispered to you, “I love you,” he placed a long kiss on the side of your neck, “So damned much…”

Before you could speak, he placed a soft peck on your lips and stood up, moving over to his bedside table. You scooched up further onto the bed and Dante climbed onto it, a bottle of lube now in hand, sitting on his knees. To say he looked stunning was an understatement. You weren’t sure if he looked heavenly or if he looked demonic; perhaps he is both a devil and an angel wrapped up in a half-human shell. The sunlight made him appear god-like; between the sheer definition of his frame and the orange eyes that were trained on you, he looked surreal. Said eyes were flicking all over your body, absorbing every bit of you that he could, but he was hesitant; what if he messes things up?

After a few minutes, you sat up and placed a hand on his bicep, “Hey, you okay? We can stop if you don’t want to do more, Dante.”

He shook his head, “No, I want this, I want you. I just--” his gaze broke from yours and mumbled, just barely audible, “I’m nervous.”

You gave him a gentle smile, thumbing over his arm, “You’re doing great, Dante,” you leaned the top of your head against his chest, closing your eyes, “Besides, that’s supposed to be my line.”

He let out a warm laugh and placed his hands on your back, kneading against you.

After a moment, Dante leaned you back down and slid his hands into your underwear. He pulled your last bit of clothing off and tossed it somewhere within the messy room, then he took his own off; leaving you both completely exposed. The red devil then paused in thought for a moment before carefully turning you over onto your stomach.

You peered over your shoulder at Dante. He was staring at your bare form, biting his lip. A small groan left your mouth as you felt him place his warm hands on your ass, kneading. After a moment, you heard him shuffle around and then he sat for a moment. A sharp gasp came from you as you felt him smack your ass then aggressively grabbed the slowly redding side. Dante’s lip twitched into a smirk as he did it again, hearing you let out another moan.

He put both hands back down and groped at your ass, listening to your whimpering beneath him. Admittedly, he wanted to continue teasing you but he was losing grip on his own emotions; fighting back an urge to Trigger. So, he let go of your tender flesh and grabbed the bottle of lube. Instinctively, you put your ass up a bit; laying in a downward dog position. Dante split apart your cheeks and applied a generous amount of lube before slowly running his finger around your hole.

A small buck of your hips back told Dante you wanted him to hurry up so he slid one finger inside you. You buried your face into the bedding in hopes to suppress your voice but were quickly pulled back up by Dante’s hand carefully around your throat.

Through a strained growl, Dante confidently huffed, “I want to hear everything, and,” he leaned down, slowly adding a second finger, and whispered in your ear, “I don’t want you to fake anything.” He kissed the back of your neck, “I want your real reactions, ‘kay?”

Quickly you nodded, laying your head to the side and letting out a quiet groan as you felt his fingers fuck into you faster. Dante curled his fingers towards himself and felt you jolt forwards as you let out a guttural groan. So, he repeated the action and, when you repeated the same response, he continued to do it faster and faster.

Dante added more lube and slid in a third digit and saw that your brow furrowed a bit, grimacing slightly; however, you didn’t tell him to stop so he pushed it in further. As he played with your hole, he noticed you had begun to practically ride his hand. Mindlessly he opened his mouth and began to play with his teeth using his tongue, he found himself distantly regretting waiting so long and wished he had been able to gratify these taboo feelings sooner.

“Dante,” you stared at him from the corner of your eyes, “I want you,” you felt his fingers quicken, making you moan, “Please, Dante.”

The red devil shifted his jaw in thought, still playing with your ass. He wanted to watch you squirm underneath him longer but he couldn’t deny that he was also growing increasingly desperate. With a small sigh, he removed his fingers and gently coaxed you to turn over; laying belly up.

Slowly, he ran a hand down your middle and gently thumbed over your aching cock, and the pre-cum that decorated the tip. You whimpered from the unexpected feeling of your long-neglected arousal. Dante leaned back to sit his butt on his heels and, using some lube, stroked himself to the sight before him.

Once fully slicked up, Dante aligned himself with your hole. A devilish smirk tugged at his lips as he teased you, running his tip along your hole; he wanted to hear you beg as he had heard in secret for so many years.

“Please Dante,” you pursed your lips and rolled your hips, “Please, I can’t-- Please~!”

With a low growl, he pushed his tip inside and you let out a sharp gasp at the feeling.

Bit by bit Dante entered your body. You were doing your best not to tighten your body around the unfamiliar feeling. Admittedly, it made your whole body tingle in delight; never had you had such a large partner--living or plastic--making this quite a new and thrilling experience. It took nearly a minute for Dante to finally be fully inside and both of you were already on edge. You reached up for Dante’s head, pulling him down for a kiss. Your legs rested on the outsides of his hips, allowing him to bend down fully to kiss you. The kisses were slow, loud, sloppy kisses; both of you were a mess.

Dante sat back up, holding you around your thighs, and ever-so-slightly pulled back then pushed back inside. He continued these small careful movements for some time.

“More, please, Dante,” you spoke between heavy breaths, “I don’t want you to hold back,” you flashed him a warm sultry smile, “Do whatever you want with me, Daddy~” You added a playful wink to the end and laughed as his eyes went wide with embarrassment.

Your laughter quickly died down when you felt him quickly pull out over half his length and jab it right back in eliciting you to let out a loud unfiltered moan, “Do whatever I want, huh?” He gave you a dark full-teeth smile, you felt your stomach drop in a fearful arousal type of way.

Dante pulled out almost the whole way and, once again, slammed right back inside. You let out another sharp moan and arched your back at the feeling. The red devil repeated this action until all you could hear in the shop was his balls hitting your ass and you spouting out random jibberish; singing the devil’s praises.

You went to jack yourself off but were stopped by Dante’s hand grabbing your wrist. Without slowing down, Dante leaned down and looked you dead in the eye, “You only get to cum when I say you can, babe.”

“What~Ah~!”

Dante yanked you up to sit on his lap, making hard deep hard jackrabbit thrusts right into your prostate. As he did that, he also had begun to bite over your skin again and his hands hand found their way to your ass; groping it hard. You wrapped your arms around him and held on to him, leaving deep scratches on his upper back. His lips met with yours again for more sloppy wet kisses, his hands slowly traveled to underneath your thighs.

In one swift motion, he had both of you up off the bed and you pushed against his wall. His thrusts had slowed to a moderate pace but were still short, only pulling out two or three inches. You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and bit down on his shoulder. Dante let out a loud sharp unfiltered moan and his fingers dug into your skin, clawing into your thighs.

Once you felt the mark was deep enough, you placed a few more; making sure to mar up each side, and with each bite, you got another frantic moan. You leaned back to admire your work and felt him start making longer, more drawn-out movements, purposefully teasing.

Now resting his head against the side of your neck, he placed a few kisses, “I don’t remember saying you could bite me, babe.”

“Whatcha gonna do about it, hm?”

Dante pulled out of you and the next thing you knew you were being pushed face down into the floor, his hand grasping the back of your head tightly. He re-inserted himself inside you and began to fuck you even harder than before; pulling out to the very tip and slamming into you. Using his other hand, he took one of your arms and held it behind you, pinning it to your back. Your free hand was stretched in front of you and you were gripping the floor with your fingertips, desperately trying to ground yourself.

Admittedly, you were on cloud nine as you felt him continuously re-penetrate your hole. Your legs felt weak and you began to, unknowingly, drop your hips down; which caught Dante’s attention. The red devil pulled himself back out and took you to the bed, laying you face up. He remained on his feet and re-inserted himself, then yanked your legs up and over his shoulders. All you could do was grip the bedding tightly and continue to babble random moaning phrases to him, egging him on further.

This pose didn’t last long, Dante removed your legs and leaned down to you. He gave you a long impassioned kiss before resting his forehead against your chest. One of his hands grabbed yours, intertwining your fingers, and the other found purchase on your cock. With each jab inwards, he jerked your dick in rhythm with his hips. Your free hand gripped his hair, holding him into your chest.

Dante’s voice was ragged and low, almost desperate sounding, “I don’t know how much longer I…”

“Cum inside me, Dante,” you didn’t even need to hear the rest, you knew that he wanted to know what to do.

He moved his head to rest between your neck and shoulder then picked up his pace tenfold, in both his hips and his hand. Your body arched tightly against his and your fingers clasped even tighter around his hand and his hair. It only took a few more short sharp jabs for him to reach his climax, spilling himself deep inside you. Dante’s teeth sunk deep into your skin, breaking it once again, and creating a vice grip on you.

The hot feeling from his cum quickly spread throughout your body as his pace around your cock sped up, the combination of the two soon brought you to your own peak, “Fuck, Dante~!” Your voice was loud and semi-whiney and you pushed your head against his.

A gentle purr could be heard from him at the sound of your orgasm, despite him still having his teeth sunk into you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair and felt as if you were going to cry. The two of you laid connected for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being so close.

Dante carefully removed his bite, making you let out a hiss in pain, and released your hand from his. He leaned up and gently removed his cock from your body, making a shiver run up your spine. With a happy content huff, he relaxed back down on you and propped himself up by resting his forearms on your chest. A warm smile and half-lidded eyes adorned his face as he placed a soft innocent kiss on your cheek and then rested his chest on his arms, staring at you.

Your hands slowly ran up his biceps and rested on his shoulders, mimicking his smile with one of your own. As you thumbed over his skin, you couldn’t help but think about how much you truly cared about Dante. Wandering thoughts devolved to the memories of coming home to a near-dead Dante laying on the bathroom floor; which only further darkened to the idea that it could always happen and, someday, you might not make it home in time to--

“Hey,” Dante’s soft voice pulled you from your thoughts. His smile was gone and his brow was creased, “What’s wrong?”

A tremble found its way to your lips as you stared at him and you realized that you had several tears running down your face. Unable to spit out what you were thinking, you spoke with a small crack in your voice, “Can you come closer?”

He gave you a small sweet smile with a happy huff, “Here.”

Dante stood up, picked you up, and placed you on the bed--laying you the correct way. The red devil then slid onto the bed next to you, placing his head on your chest. He laid with his body half on top of you and wrapped his arms around your middle, allowing you to do the same. Although you typically would’ve immediately gone to wash up after such a strenuous event, you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of him. A loud robust purring filled the room as both of you relished in the feeling of holding one another.

You placed a soft long kiss against the top of his head, lingering against him for some time before whispering sweetly against his disheveled hair, “I love you, Dante; you know that, right?”

The red devil turned his head to look at you better and placed a soft kiss against your lips, “I love you too babe,” he placed his head back on your chest, nuzzling into your hard, his arms wrapping tighter around you, “So damned much.”

ENDING NOTES: ;skfajfjlkdsjafkldj this wasn’t supposed to be this long--it’s 22 pages in docs; how the fuck-- This was supposed to be a short Dante smut fic, what happened lmaooo 🍊🍊🍊 Quick thing: If you are curious as to why I think a younger Dante would have issues with how he looks; it is because it reminds him of Vergil (Vergil has the same issue when his hair is down, thinking he looks like his brother--I mean, they are twins after all). 🍊🍊🍊 You know, I have written quite a bit of smut, right? So you’d think that I would stop laughing and getting embarrassed over writing words like “nipple” or “balls” but no, I fucking still giggle to myself like a fucking idiot when I write those words like… wtf is wrong with me smh Like I sit here typing one letter at a time all flustered when writing those two words specifically even though I just wrote about Dante fingerings the reader or like the reader linking Dante’s pre-cum like wtf is wrong with me lmaooo

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pandorascripts · 2 years

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Absent

pairing: poison ivy x reader

warnings: mediocre angst, proofread once.

note: wrote this at like twelve last night. I just need to get something out lmao. I’m going to start writing a bit more DC stuff until I get get my spark back. Currently writing another Ivy fic based on the comic, Harleen.

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The door creaks as you slowly open it, peeking in. Pamela’s mixing green and purple liquids, mumbling to herself as they bubble and ooze.

“Hey, what are you doing? It’s, like, three am,” you say.

“I’ll be up soon, just need to do a couple more things.”

You frown, never knowing Pamela to not look you in the eye when she’s speaking.

“Alright.” You turn to head out, leaving her to her work. “Love you.”

“Yeah.”

You close the door, swallowing harshly. This is ridiculous, it’s been going on for months now. The neglect, the off-handed responses to meaningful statements, and it hurts. It hurts so much, and you swear to God you can feel your heart shattering.

You blink a coup times, rubbing at them.

Why are you crying? She’s got more important things than you, you know that.

You walk up the wooden steps, but stop short. You’re way too tired to climb up another flight just to get to your room. Curling up on a way-too-short step, you let yourself weep.

The step above you digs into your shoulder every time you let out a sob, but you don’t adjust. The pain somehow grounds you, keeping you from actually bawling your eyes out. Your hand sits in your mouth, stifling what should have been louder cries. You don’t care about the bite marks that will be there tomorrow.

Pamela didn’t come up to bed that night, not did she bother to put you in an actual room.

You’re thinking about leaving, ditching Pamela in the night. You cant go on like this, but you’re way too worried to confront her about her behavior. She’ll just put you off, gaslight you and tell you you’re just being dramatic.

You want her to notice your bruised hand, you want her to notice your puffy eyes the next morning, you want her notice your pain.

She doesn’t.

She ignores you all day again, sitting in her lab and talking to her plants. You know she loves those things more than you, she used to tell you that she loved you more. It’s a lie. It always has been.

You open the door to her lab again, forgetting to knock.

The creak of the door must’ve thrown her off, because the next thing you know Pamela’s cursing and yelling. Things are spilling over her desk, papers are soaked and burning.

“Pam! Oh my God! I’m so—“

“Get out!” she yells, pulling her hair as she finally faces you. “GO!”

You close the door with a slam, mortified. Pamela’s never yelled at you before. She knows you hate it, you hate arguing and screaming, she knows what your past was, and she promised to never yell. It was a mutual agreement, and even when you both made each other upset, it didn’t last long. You’d both apologize and talk about it, get over what was causing bumps and come out stronger. You didn’t know if you’d make it out of this one.

You can still her Pamela yelling, things smashing against the door your head is lain on.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and after that, the only noise you hear is her yelling and your own tears hitting the floor.

Your knees give out and you slide against bumpy and splintered wood. Your face is soaking, tears painting an ugly portrait on your face.

As your sobbing against the door, the only thing you can think of is leaving. And right now, it seems like the smart thing to do.

You don’t bother Pam for the next week, you leave her to be in the greenhouse, actively skirting around her when she leaves for her lab. You don’t like being like this— awkward strangers. For God’s sake, you’ve been dating for five years, you know her inside and out. But she feels different, unstable. It scares you, mortifies you. You don’t know what she’s capable when she’s like this, and you don’t know if you want to find out.

The letter you write is long, it takes up two full pages of paper, and your handwriting is neat. The only thing screwing it up are the copious amounts of wet spots, which smear the ink. You place the note on her side of the nightstand, and start grabbing essentials. You take everything you can think of, everything that seems important.

You don’t realize your crying until your vision is completely blurry, but still, you push onwards. You grab a couple sweaters and a couple pairs of jeans. You don’t fold them, instead slamming them into a suitcase as you zip it up.

“What are you doing?”

Everything stops. Your hand, the loud zipper, your breathing, even your tears don’t flow anymore. It’s like everyone’s waiting, waiting and waiting for Pamela to understand. You take in a shaky breath, finishing the zipper. “Leaving.”

You don’t turn to face her, instead you pretend to do more with the suitcase, checking empty pockets and extra compartments. You hear her footsteps getting closer and closer and closer, her hand rests on your shoulder. You still don’t face her, you can’t. The moment you look at her you’re screwed, you’ll melt into her and fall into the same pattern. It cant happen.

“Stop. Please.”

Another hand rests on your other shoulder, slowly turning you around. Pamela looks so heartbroken, and you let out a sob. It’s useless to fight her, you can’t, you’ve never been good at sticking up for yourself. She tucks your head into her shoulder, apologizing from some stupid thing that doesn’t even matter. Pamela cant even figure out what she was doing wrong, she’s reaching, apologizing for yelling, as if the months of emotional neglect aren’t a problem.

“I’m so tired, Pam.”

You know she’d be crying if wasn’t stopping herself, the last thing either of you wants is you to be covered in bubbling blisters.

“I’m sorry.”

You don’t bother trying to correct her, to tell her that you miss her. How could you? She’s always there, she’s never not fifteen feet away from you. You cant miss her. But still, you do.

“I miss you,” you cry out, repeating it over and over again.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m right here, okay? I’m right here.” Her voice is soothing, lulling you into hopeful security. It isn’t until your eyes are drooping shut, you’re breathing heavy and loud, that you realize what she’s doing.

You don’t know what time it is, how long you’ve slept, or where you are, but it doesn’t matter, because the familiar scent of spring wraps around you like a blanket, and you sigh. Everything feels right, a sense of calm eases you, and you really can’t remember what you were so upset about last night.

“Morning,” Pamela whispers.

You feel her hand slide up to your shoulder and her chin softly pressing into your head. This is right, everything is okay.

You mumble back an obscured “G’morning” and bury yourself deeper into her.

Her chest shakes as she laughs lightly, and you grumble in protest from the movement.

“Can we just stay here?” you ask, threading your hand in her hair as you do so.

“I wish, but we’ve got plans, darling.”

You grumble, clearing annoyed. “Yeah but this is so much better.”

Pamela starts playing with your hair, careful not to tangle it. You feel happy at this, happy that she remembers how bad your bed head is.

“It is.”

“So we can stay here?”

Pamela starts laughing again, her chin rubbing against your head as she shakes her own. “No.”

“Plans, shlamsh! We don’t need to go anywhere.”

“I suppose we don’t need to, but we should. Selina and Harley are waiting on us, though.”

“They’ll entertain each other just fine without us.”

A moment of silence passes through the two of you, each taking in the thought of those two alone together.

“Yeah we need to leave.”

“Oh God, why did I tell them to wait for us?” Pamela asks, you don’t need to see her face to know she’s mortified.

“Selina’s probably at Harley’s throat about now. You told her not to bring those mutts right?”

No response.

“Right?”

“No…. I figured it would be common sense!”

“Harley doesn’t have common sense! She has Harley sense! She probably brought Bud and Lou!”

“We really need to leave, darling.”

Pamela’s up and out of the bed, dressed in a green blouse and black shorts before you even know it. You get up too, looking to the end of the bed. Frowning, you unzip the suitcase.

“I-I’m sorry, Pam. I don’t know what I was thinking last night. It was stupid, really.”

Pamela closes the suitcase, handing you a sweater of hers and a pair of leggings.

“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have yelled.”

You nod your head, still taking the blame. Pamela smiles, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

The first kiss you’ve gotten from her in months.

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shuobox · 11 months

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Heyyyyy *twirls my hair as i make your happy canon life doomed by my narrative *

God. Rewrite aiden in my au. Where do i start w him

In my little rewrite version, he's like. His entire life is doomed from the start. Grew up with a neglectful and pushy family where he felt constantly scared and weak in, making him seek control in other parts of his life (why he's so aggressive and rude, later becoming outright violent)

During sky city, it's Lukas who's fighting against him on the bridge, and after a struggle and Aiden's whole shpeel about Lukas abandoning them (aiden, maya, gill) like nothing for the new order of the stone

Anyway . Copper golems (that belong to the founder) appear and latch onto the guy's legs, and yk the storm during that bridge scene? Yeah. The dude gets struck by lightning with the force of five dying neuron stars and then just... wobbles back and forth.... before the copper golems let go, and he falls off the side into the water

While the blazerods are stuck in Sky City as it is being rebuilt on the ground they find an opportunity to break out and they book it to the portal, get lost for a little bit in the Atlas (remade portal hallway. Imagine those images of like, illusion staircases where gravity is weird. And theres stairs and halls full of portals wherever you look. Like that.) And they pass into like the worst possible place ever that is just CRAWLING with illagers

They get trapped, thrown in jail, tortured a wee bit before maya and gill are taken dor experimentation and Aiden was supposed to be the next (his arms were already cut off, and he saw what became of maya and gill after they got experimented on) but two new arrivals were found so they decided to stop temporarily

I AM NNNOT going to continue the story from there . Because it includes another character and an oc i want to like. Build up towards

In any case, skipping ahead like a few pages when aiden manages to get out and is now travelling with 2 people (one of which is more than happy to use him as bait or a human shield), guy really just wants his arms back and feels stupid and scared without. Arms. Hes losing hope UNTIL they get to a certain dimension with a city full of these advanced redstone-loving folk

In aiden's endless luck they get into the equivalent of the black market and they find people willing to give aiden new limbs for free IF he agrees to the terms and conditions

... the terms and conditions were "we can freely experiment on ur ass for as long as we want :3" and thats. Yeah thats what the tinkerers did. They were super proud of themselves and even slapped on their logo on him

Aiden is completely useless at walking and using his mech spider legs for a long while till he eventually manages to grasp it enough to keep going. Hallelujah !! He eventually gets time to process everything that happens to him lol (he feels miserable for a while)

Other hcs down here vv

- enjoy embroidery. He's kind of shabby at it, but it takes his mind off of things. He also writes small anthology stories in a wee stolen journal he makes up when his mind drifts

- The jacket he's wearing is stolen, lmao

- when his jaw was ripped out and replaced, so was his teeth; they make a loud clank noise if he snaps his teeth. Like a beartrap!! Also a strong bite strength

- i like to think he made a small makeshift funeral for maya and gill despite having nothing of them. It helped him cope a lil

- is surprisingly kinder to kids who aren't like, loud, or overly annoying.

- misses having hands sometimes (misses being able to hold pencils normally, or feeling the fur of animals, or warmth and cold, or holding things, etc etc...)

- Loves fighting without a weapon in stupid amounts. He'll scrap w a skeleton for fun, and it's even easier with his edward scissorhands ass implants. The reason his jacket has that fire charge burn is because he got distracted with "playing" w a ghast

- in a similar fashion, likes play-fighting (i say play-fighting, but i mean like, full-on blood and bruises but without ill intent when i say fighting)

His fav mobs are creepers. Has attempted to get close to one before. In addition, really likes the nether as well.

- Given he can't yell as much anymore (though he will still be the loudest man on earth if something scares him) (think incyn from neocranium streams), he's overly condescening and sarcastic instead.

- His right pupil is all janked up because his face got slashed; the reason why was because he was trying to fight off the illagers that were taking Maya + Gill. Still believes he could've tried harder.

- occasionally loses sleep either because of adrenaline, stress, nightmares, or just because of his already abysmal sleep schedule.

^ not a morning person.

- is, in fact, still super competitive and will brag about any victory ever. Still learning not be a sore loser (its a work in progress, but its there)

- has dark humour in the sense he'll try and joke about things in the worst moments, also a bit grim or rude in the same way. He'll laugh about stupid shit in general, though.

^ when he laughs loud enough and for too long, steam will also come out his jaw vents/mouth (not to the same amount if he was to scream and overload his throat implant, its lighter and not as obtrusive)

- has a really good knack for stealing things and negotiating with traders. He likes doing it, too. He feels awfully proud of himself when he manages to pull it off.

- His little antenna thing at the side of his head emotes (whirrs up and down or twists slightly from side to side. Think warrior cat fanart or something.)

- can come off as rude (and he is, dont get me wrong), but sometimes it is just genuinely being blunt or like, brutally honest with his thoughts. He doesn't even do it intentionally, it just becomes a reflex lmfao

- Will ramble on about the history and art and process regarding architecture if he can. He'll get embarrassed about going off on a tangent for so long and will shut up but like a couple months later he will absolutely start up again

- likes using his mech spider legs to skewer zombies. Morbid stress relief, but it's still mildly satisfying to him.

- has a really bad fear of storms after the whole sky city thing; it makes him have what is essentially flashbacks to everything to the bridge fight and after it (aka, deaths of his previously closest friends). Feels similarly to copper golems and will like, discreetly knock them over or push them away using his mech-spider legs

- wont admit it for the life of him but actually really enjoys feeding birds. Wont say it because he feels like thats something people over the age of 60 do when they're having a late-life crisis.

- easy to annoy thanks to his temper

(Next design will be of a certain .,.. pumpkin-related lady ....)

#mcsm #minecraft #minecraft: story mode #mc:sm #MC:SM #MCSM #mcsm aiden #aiden mcsm #MCSM Aiden #Aiden MCSM #mcsm aiden redesign #mcsm redesign #MCSM redesign

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moccabunie · 9 months

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things I've learned after a year writing fanfiction

This is a post from a non-writer who, apparently, now writes (❓) And this is a little crazy to me, considering that a year ago writing less than 1k decent words took a lot of effort. But this year I have completed a +100k project. (It's still difficult, though.)

I found out that the more I wrote, the easier it was to get into the story. So I think that being captivated by my own story has made a lot. I am an eager fanfiction reader, but I had yet to really try to write something on my own.

That was until I got hyper-fixated on three characters and wrote a small story about them sharing a room, and it was one of the funniest and most rewarding things I've done. So I was like "oh, maybe I can try to imagine stories I would like to read?"

(1) story one - a bird told me to wait

The first thing I considered was to make it completely self-indulging. The second was to make it as evocative as possible, not only telling what was happening. I like sensations and emotions, so I really wanted to write things I would like to feel as a reader. I wrote this story, and after that, I added a second longer part because I was enjoying it a lot. I used to doodle about the characters and make small annotations about their dynamics, but there wasn't really a lot of planning here.

(2) story two - beneath the moonlight

My second attempt was a three-chapter story (not so distant from the previous one that can be read as three parts too). But for this one, I wanted to challenge myself because I wanted to explore new themes and tropes, so I made a brief list of the things that should appear here. (but honestly, I just wanted to write a soft mating bite scene lmao, because I was super into a/b/o at that time.) I used keep notes app this time.

I barely showed explicit themes here but I got to enjoy the story anyway. This one wasn't difficult to write because I felt familiar with the characters. It's a light story but these 20k words gave me the courage to take a step further. I said to myself

"stop being a coward. you have enjoyed this. keep writing."

(3) story three - lucid dreams

This one was planned for four or five chapters, quite in the same line as beneath the moonlight. But, and the keyword is planned, it became a full 13 chapters as I developed the story and the characters. If I wanted it to be coherent then I needed to explain the things, build the context, and introduce the world. But it was also an experimental work. I took my notebook and listed the new things I wanted to try, such as - write in past tense - write first and edit later

my process was something like this • imagine random scenarios with pretty imagery as I listened to music • doodling the characters doing things so I didn't forget • open the notes app to write random sentences and dialogues in the middle of the night, I'll find a place for them later • dream about the story and daydream about the story

as for the physical notebook, I have scribbled A LOT there during the writing process.

(a little bit chaotic but functional enough)

One thing I wanted to keep in mind was the evolution of the characters, or in other words, how they were gonna be at the start and the end of the story. And this made things a lot simpler because it gave me an insight that was helpful whenever I had to decide what kind of decisions the characters would make along the story.

Parallelly, I was aware of my narrative flaws, as well as there was a lot of vocabulary and grammar that would escape me in a different language. So I used the notebook to do writing research. Some of my pages were like "how to write action scenes," or "tips for flat scenes." Whenever I felt blocked I read again these pages.

I'm going to copy down here some tips that were useful during the writing block days.

• read another book or fic you like, since sometimes, getting yourself caught by another writer's style can help you to flow through your own. • scroll on pinterest and try to find pictures that capture the vibe of your story, maybe try to describe them or setting a scene in a similar environment that you can see? • changing the setting (for example, day to night, or sun to rain) can add more variants and ambiental tools to play with. • or, changing the character's pov. maybe a scene feels flat because it's narrated by the wrong character. • use objects, not just the characters.

(4) finishing a story

To have an insight into the plot, I wrote the main scenes in really short sentences. That was useful for the first chapters, but suddenly I had 70K words of the story and a lot of details to track. Frequently I had to split chapters into two parts because the "short sentence" became a very long scene. See this comparison: the scenes' guide in the last chapters usually are fragmented into shorter scenes. That's how I avoided losing my mind as I wrote (?)

These are a few tips that were useful to me during this last part.

• write the important plot points as they are mentioned so you can come back to them later and don't forget about them. • keep a scrip to annotate significant things about the characters to make the story consistent. • notion pages is a great place to make inspo boards (usually I added 4 pictures for each scene). During the last chapter, I used the to-do list tool to keep track of the closed story points and the things that were yet to happen • list some of your favourite past scenes, those that have been nice to write, so you can pursue the same vibe again.

The last two months writing the fic I joined the nanowrimo to keep myself motivated but also to have an impulse. My only goal was getting the habit of writing everyday, not minding how many words (usually it was around 400-600 daily). I ended that month with 16k added on my wordcount (to me, that was a lot!). Since I enjoyed that little challenge, I did the same on the next month, resulting in finishing the fic :)

The most important thing during this time was remembering myself from time to time why I am doing this. Let me say I am an utter perfectionist, so I would easily get trapped in making-the-story-perfect, which would end in a writing block. So each time this happened I repeated to myself that I didn't want to write a good story. I just wanted to enjoy and have fun while writing a story, so I should write only things I enjoy. And this simple thing was incredibly helpful whenever I wasn't able to continue a scene.

I think that this is what most writers say, but now I have come to understand that it's true: just have fun. Write what you wanna read.

(5) the next story - requiem of the sleepless

This would be the third part of my first fic. I miss these unhinged boys and I have a little draft of (unholy) things I want to happen to them! Now I want to unlearn everything I know. I want this story to be zero planned, I just want to ~feel~ the characters and make a lot of random things happen. This is about not forgetting why I started, so here I am again.

Being a non-writer writing.

thank you for reading ♡

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crinkled-emotions · 2 years

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Ohhh my FAVOURITE part of the weekend 😍 16 and 19 please, maybe Rooster with severe tonsillitis or something

*rubs hands together* you KNOW I'm gonna write a tonsillitis fic!!

16. "Can you talk?" and 19. "You can just nod, but I need you to answer me."

Imagine Rooster not being able to insult Hangman right back. Pfft. It would be a very quiet week.

Sorry these are so late, moving sucks lmao. I'm moving from my home town to the nearest capital city which is five hours away via car. And I have a lot of shit to move. Also, my mum hates driving so I do a majority of it. Funny how that works.

Actually, come to think of it, I'd be down to go for a drive with Rooster. Anyone else?

dOWN BOY-

After the whole we-nearly-died-mission, the team decided as much as they loved shirtless beach football, they had to get out of the Californian heat for a while. No one was really sure how or why, but Phoenix eventually mentioned that her family had a cabin in Colorado that was hardly ever used and they all leapt at the chance to get out for a bit.

Maverick had decided to stay behind, too busy rekindling his romance with Penny and coming to terms with the fact that he'd just lost his best friend but managed to find common ground with Bradley after nearly twenty years.

The Daggers all packed up and flew out the second it hit December 1st, a couple months after the mission and they'd all managed to get additional time off to recover. It was only 2 hours by plane but they all seemed to white-knuckle through the commercial flight. Phoenix winced at one point when Bob's grip on her hand started to hurt and he immediately apologised but she switched seats with Fanboy so he and Bob could be scared together.

"Hey, do you know what would be really funny?"

Phoenix glanced at Coyote, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, I'll bite. What are you thinking?"

"We're all going to have to bunk together; why don't we put Rooster and Hangman together?"

"Last man standing? Really, Coyote?" Phoenix hissed. Coyote laughed, frantically shaking his head.

"No, no! They haven't talked much since we came off the carrier. Might be a good chance for them to figure their shit out."

Phoenix shook her head.

"Rooster hasn't said much of anything, he's got his own shit to work through. I don't think he and Hangman will ever be best buddies again."

"It couldn't hurt. Besides, they hate it that much we'll both have spare beds in our rooms."

"An ambulance is, like, three hours away," Phoenix warned. Coyote shrugged.

"We're all Navy. What could possibly go wrong?"

Famous last words, Coyote.

When they got to the cabin they all unpacked quickly. To everyone's surprise Jake and Bradley didn't complain or even really comment on the fact that they got roomed together via gentle bullying from everyone else. They changed into warmer clothing and agreed quickly to head out for the slopes nearby. Phoenix was walking out the door when she felt an arm hook over her shoulders.

"Was that your doing?" Rooster asked. Phoenix shrugged innocently.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Hm."

He chose not to continue the conversation but didn't go that far either. His nose was already tinted pink from the cold, not used to the snow. To be fair Jake and Javy were out of sorts too with the cold. Texas men.

"So, what's up your ass?"

Rooster jumped at the way Hangman came into the bedroom. He was wiped after a full day of snowboarding, his first time in about a year. He'd done a lot of it in Japan. Hangman, as he usually did, took to snowboarding and skiing like a fish to water, completely at ease as he got the hang of it.

No pun intended.

"Fuck off, Hangman," Rooster snapped. He heard footsteps approaching his side and immediately raised his arm up just in case Hangman tried to touch him. He was so not in the mood.

"Hey, whoa! Chill out. Look, we don't have to talk about our shit. I just- you're going through a lot. Reconnecting with Maverick, losing Admiral Kazansky-"

"-don't say his name. You don't get to say his name."

"He was important to you, Rooster. I know that much."

Rooster kept his back turned. He could feel Hangman backing off.

"I'm sorry, Bradley."

Then he was gone, and Rooster gripped the clean clothes he'd been pulling out of the drawers a little tighter.

He was going to shower, and then he was going to find something to drink. His throat was scratchy from the freezing air.

After showers and dinner, Phoenix managed to find the Cards Against Humanity pack in the living room and they all crowded around the coffee table to play. It had been brought back from Australia so it was particularly disgusting, enough to make Fanboy blush and Payback giggle. Unsurprisingly, Hangman was winning.

"Dude," Fanboy gaped, "that is disgusting."

"What can I say?" Hangman grinned, "it's my charm. Don't expect it from me and it's ten times worse."

"Yeah, no, we expected it. Pick the next black card, dude, let's go," Payback said. Hangman reached for the box, pausing before he read it out.

"Hey, Rooster, maybe you should hit the sack," he suggested tentatively. Rooster, sitting on the floor resting against Coyote's shin, stirred and rubbed at his eyes tiredly.

"No, I'm good, let's go. Give me the scotch."

"You're such an old man," Bob chuckled as he passed over the scotch. Rooster swigged, wincing internally at the burn in his throat. Part of it was the alcohol, considering you should never swig scotch, the other part his throat that was becoming more sore as the night went on.

"Roo, your card?" Phoenix prompted. He tossed a card down at the last minute, adding it to the pile. Everyone listened to Hangman read out the options (something about sloppy blowjobs out the back of a fast food place?? Great). He quickly decided the best (worst) card and Fanboy yelled in delight at his win. When Coyote felt Rooster's head lean against his leg a little more he glanced down, raising an eyebrow.

"No shame if you want to go to bed, Roo," he said softly. Rooster waved him off.

"I'm good."

"You sure?" Coyote asked. Rooster shrugged.

"Actually, my throat kinda hurts. I think I'm just tired."

"You haven't said a lot... y'know, since... since the mission."

"Javy, man, you and I are cool, but I don't want to talk about the mission."

"If not with me, talk with Phoenix, or Maverick-"

"-Javy. Let it go, man."

Coyote shut his mouth, sharing a look with Phoenix across the room. She just shrugged.

"Night, Bradshaw."

"Fuck you, Bagman."

Ah, there he is. Truly, Jake might have been more snarky but Bradley could be downright bitchy when he felt like it. Jake snorted, rolling on to his side to face the wall. He could hear Bradley shifting around, and eventually the sound of clothes coming off.

"Please don't tell me you're sleeping naked."

"No?"

Jake's shoulders started shaking as he laughed.

"Roo, do you remember- oh my god, I forgot about this- do you remember that one time, in flight school, you passed out drunk and naked in your bunk, and the CO barged in in the middle of the night and ripped the blankets off, screaming about the drill?"

Rooster hummed.

"I will never forget the look on that poor guy's face."

"Yeah? I'll never forget the look on yours."

They both laughed to themselves, and Jake finally rolled on to his back. He was glad to see Rooster was wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt.

"Hey, aren't you gonna be cold? It's freezing overnight."

"Not with the way Phoenix runs that fire."

They went quiet as Rooster climbed into bed himself, pulling the blankets to his chin.

"Rooster, listen... uh, I'm sorry. About your dad. And... bringing him up like that. Even if I did know the whole story it wasn't okay for me to talk about him like that."

In response Rooster snored.

He was wiped, apparently.

The team made their way into the kitchen gradually the next morning. As usual Bob was the only one sober so he made breakfast, which dragged Phoenix, Payback and Coyote out of bed. Fanboy came out next, still half asleep as Bob handed him a cup of fresh coffee and guided him to the massive island counter. Hangman appeared with the coffee smell wafting down the hallway, the only one dressed for the day in a henley and jeans.

"Oh my god, he is human," Bob whispered. Phoenix sniggered, elbowing his side.

"Morning Jake. Where's Bradley?" Javy began. Jake waved him off.

"Oh my god, he snores so loud. I don't remember him snoring like that in flight school. Is that coffee?"

"Sure is."

Natasha passed over a fresh cup. Jake inhaled it like it was Christmas.

"We should go into town, they do like Christmas stalls and shit from the first of December," Natasha suggested.

"Oh, that sounds so cool. Should we wait for Bradley?" Bob asked. Everyone agreed that was the way to go.

"I'll go and poke him, see if he wants to come," Phoenix said. She climbed off her chair at the island and immediately Hangman opened his mouth to make a short joke.

That earned him a glare from Bob.

Hangman didn't realise Bob could glare like that.

Rooster was still snoring when Phoenix carefully made her way into the room, pausing to give his shoulder a gentle shake.

"Hey, Roo," she began softly. He swatted at her and she dodged easily, squeezing his hand.

"You awake?"

He tried to speak but all that came out was a squeak. Natasha's eyebrow raised.

"What's wrong?"

That same squeak, so she passed over his phone. He began to type then passed the device over.

Throat hurts.

"Can you talk?" Phoenix asked. He shook his head and she winced.

"Does anything else hurt?"

He shrugged, rolling back to face the wall. She raised an eyebrow.

"You don't have to talk. You can nod, but I need you to answer me."

He finally nodded and she sat on his legs when he shifted on to his back.

"Do you have a fever?"

Shrug.

She reached forward and felt along his jaw.

"Okay, that's not good. Go back to sleep, I’m gonna wrangle the guys and kick ‘em out. Good news; you don’t have to sleep with Hangman anymore. Don’t want him getting what you’ve got.”

Rooster nodded against his pillow. When Phoenix got up he moved on to his stomach, drawing his arm up under his pillow. His teeth clenched in pain and Phoenix patted his shoulder.

“Hey, I’ll get you some pain meds as well. Any preferences?”

He shook his head.

“Gotcha. Tylenol and another blanket.”

“Mm.”

“And I’m sure I can find you some soup.”

“Okay, Rooster is not joining us,” Phoenix said as she came down the hallway. Payback served up the last of the French Toast, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” Bob asked, moving his piece around in the maple syrup.

“I dunno. A cold, maybe?”

“What makes you say that?” Fanboy frowned, accepting the carton of milk Coyote handed over when he asked for it.

“I think he’s got a fever, and his tonsils are swollen.”

“He also snored the house down last night,” Hangman added. He swigged the last of his coffee, getting up to rinse his mug out.

“It sounds exactly like something Rooster would do. Only he could get sick when he’s got time off. Is there anything we can get for him in town?” Bob offered.

“I think he just needs some more sleep and some meds.”

Natasha’s hands moved from her hips to steal Jake’s french toast. He let her, not even bothering to complain.

By the time the others left, Phoenix had managed to clean the kitchen, work out, and watch an episode of Criminal Minds (the others would kill her if she watched more than an episode ahead without them). She let Rooster sleep until lunch time and then woke him up, poking his hand from where it was hanging out from the blankets.

“Hey, you hungry?”

He shook his head and she rolled her eyes.

“Nod or shake your head. Does your throat still hurt?”

Nod.

“Okay. Do you still feel warm?”

Shake.

“Do you... want a hug?”

Nod. Then he poked out from the blankets to reach for Natasha.

“Ah, there he is. C’mere.”

Phoenix ran a hand through Rooster’s curls, grimacing.

“As cute as this is, you’re sweaty and gross. You gotta go back to sleep, sweat it out.”

She laughed at the response she got from him in the form of a middle-finger-salute.

“Okay, I gotcha.”

When Bob and the others got home the cabin was dead silent, save for the snoring from Bradley and Jake’s room.

“Tash?” Bob called, frowning as he walked around the cabin. Fanboy and Coyote were calling dibs on first showers and Hangman was quickly showing his Bagman side because he was tired.

“No, I don’t want to fucking shower last!” He huffed, “you assholes are gonna use all the hot water and I’ll be left with shrinkage!”

“Not that there’s a lot to shrink,” Bob muttered. That just seemed to piss Jake off more.

“Dude, do you need a nap?” Payback grinned. Coyote snorted and Bob rolled his eyes.

“Has anyone seen B or Tash?” Bob asked. Everyone shook their heads.

“He might be asleep. It could be tonsillitis,” Fanboy suggested.

“Oh, poor bastard. I had that when I was, like, ten and my mom fed me soup until I puked which only made it worse,” Bob offered.

“I had it when I was seventeen, and I moved five hundred head of cattle with my older brother and my little sister,” Jake hummed.

The rest of the team stared between the two of them.

“Is there something you two need to get off your chests?”

“Nope, that would be my twin brother,” Bob deadpanned. The door down the hallway opened and Phoenix appeared.

“Hey, guys. Uh, how was town?”

“Bagman needs a nap and we found hot chocolate that tastes like scotch,” Coyote said. Phoenix burst out laughing.

“Did you bring some back for me? I’m the one who said goodbye to getting shitfaced today.”

"Have you seriously just been cuddling his sweaty ass this whole time?” Fanboy laughed. Phoenix blinked, reaching for her phone.

“You guys left at 8am. At midday, I woke him up and offered food. He said no because his throat hurt. At 1pm, I woke him up again and managed to get him to take some more Tylenol. Props to me because his stomach was starting to hurt by then. By 3, Rooster had decided he’d had enough rest and he was ready to go skiing again. I caught him at the front door in shorts and a t-shirt. At 4-”

“-it’s quarter to 4-”

“-at 4, I’m going to go into that room again, tell him if he doesn’t eat something I’m going to be forced to call Maverick. We all know he’s going to crack the shits. If you’re not going to help me, fuck off and get drunk elsewhere because I’m not leaving my best friend behind.”

“Tash, wait. Hey, hold up.”

Unsurprisingly, Phoenix’s backseater was the first to step up.

“How can we help?” Bob asked. She squeezed his arm.

“You can do the 4pm check.”

“Okay, I can make dinner. Stew sound good?” Coyote offered.

“I’m down to help,” Hangman finally volunteered.

“We could make up the couch? Pretty sure it folds out. Maybe he’d like to be out here with the rest of us if he’s feeling up to it,” Fanboy said, gesturing between himself and Payback. Phoenix’s shoulders finally dropped a little.

“Great. I’m going to go and shower.”

4pm rolled around and Bob didn’t think about what he’d gotten himself into until it was too late to back out. Knocking hesitantly on the bedroom door he poked his head into the room.

“Hey, Rooster? You awake?”

The lump in Rooster’s bed didn’t move, but Bob could see the glow of his phone screen.

“Hey, Bob, that you?”

Bob shit his pants for a moment, glancing around the room looking for Maverick.

“He fell asleep, I didn’t want to leave him. He’s breathing really heavy though, did you guys listen to his chest?”

Carefully picking up Rooster’s phone, Bob took it off speaker and held it to his ear.

“Mav?”

“Hey, Bobby Boy. How’s it going over there, everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah, it’s going okay, but Rooster’s sick. Did he call you?”

“He did. Kept calling me dad, though, so I dunno if he’s with it all that much.”

“Oh no, he does that when you’re not around. I think it’s easier than saying my dead father’s best friend and also my father figure lowkey.”

“Lowkey?”

“Anyway. Uh, did he say anything useful?”

“No, sorry kid. Is he warm to the touch?”

Bob carefully placed his hand on the back of Rooster’s neck.

“Yeah, he’s hot, but my hands are cold and I think he’s also warm from sleep.”

Maverick hummed.

“Okay, well can you get some food and meds into him?”

Rooster blinked, stirring at the way Bob paced around the room. He saw Bob and closed his eyes again, apparently not stressed by Bob’s presence.

“I think he’s awake if you want to talk to him,” Bob whispered.

“He’s not saying a lot, but yeah I’ve got some things to say to him.”

“You got it, Captain.”

Bob nudged Rooster, offering the phone to him.

“Mav’s on the phone.”

Rooster put the phone on speaker, wincing as he tried to clear his throat.

“Hey, kiddo. Sounds like you had a good nap. Get some food into you, hm? I know it hurts but it’s probably the best thing for you.”

Rooster grunted. It didn’t make any sense to Bob.

“Yeah, I’m sure they can get you something warm to drink. Why don’t you ask Bob for some hot chocolate, or maybe some tea? Will you keep some tea down?”

Another grunt.

“Okay, that’s a no go on the tea. Hot chocolate it is then. No coffee for you, and go easy on the cocoa because I know your stomach hurts. Has Bob got some Tylenol for you? What about soup?”

“Hangman and Coyote are working on a stew, we could drain it and make a broth,” Bob offered.

“See, that sounds great. Plenty of nutrients and easy on your throat. Are you gonna take the Tylenol?”

Rooster sat up, Bob handing him his water bottle and the Tylenol.

“There ya go, get that in you. You’ll start feeling better soon kid, if you don’t feel better or it goes downhill overnight, go to the emergency room, okay?”

Silence.

“Yeah, I love you too.”

A snort.

“Yeah, you got it. I’ll call you tomorrow night and we can see if you’re up to talking yet.”

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jumpinginmuddypuddles · 11 months

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Hi hi!! Can I get 2, 11, and 22 for the fanfiction writers questions? (Also I love your fic bite my tongue!!)

Hi 👋 thanks so much! (so so happy people are coming from bite my tongue,, i enjoyed writing that fic so so much)

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

I’ve always been super interested in what-ifs and alternate universes, even before I knew what what-ifs, fix-its and aus were. Like in movies, ‘what if mufasa didn’t die in lion king?’ or ‘what if tiana got caught in princess and the frog?’. I love writing canon divergence especially for that reason, but i also love just adding in additional scenes to flush out canon and slow down to introspection and deepen our characters relations and introspection. idk i just feel like so many fandoms have the potential to take so many different routes that can only be properly explored in fanfiction

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing the most?

I always eventually gravitate back to 1) found family, and 2) sappy lesbians. why? I’m not too sure. I think I instinctively reach for found family for the same reasons as most people: having people love you despite your flaws, blood of the covenant vs water of the womb, outcasts banding together, begrudging fathers looking after wilful children (my favourite trope to ever exist.) As for sapphics, I think it’s interesting that so much wlw content online is either tragic or full of gore, so you have to try and be the change you want to see in the world, and that means writing more sweet sappy stuff for my favourite girl pairs. that and a shit load of emotional angst.

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Yes! I tend really far towards soundtracks from movies, but which movie and which song depends on the scene i’m writing. i can get really picky with it so sometimes picking the song takes longer than actually writing lmao. i lean a lot on hans zimmer and the christopher nolan soundtracks, especially inception, but for something more intense i go dunkirk, or more otherworldly i go dune. as for sad, the pacific of the lion king. so a real mix! songs with words are far more difficult to listen to and concentrate with, so soundtracks are good because they both help me concentrate and set the mood for whatever scene i’m about to write!

thanks so much!

#wow this is long #ao3 #my thoughts #fanfic #answers

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voidedleylines · 1 year

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FFXIVWrite 2023 Day 5: Barbarous

Welllll this one got a way from me a little bit lol. Finally had the inspo to focus on my girl and i. Gave her a real bad dream lmao. Zenos & WoL focus. Allusions to Hien/WoL

Enjoy?

Rating: T+ CWs: violence, character death

She misses sleeping. It’s not something that comes easy to her as of late. Her head feels like it’s filled with lead and it hurts to move it around too much. It’s a humid day in her room at the pendants and the beads of sweat accumulating on her forehead and rolling down her neck don’t help her need for sleep.

She crawls out of bed and walks to where there’s a pitcher full of cool water at the table and splashes it on her face, soaking her clothes in the process. She’s too tired to care about the mess as she wanders back over to the mattress and lays down again. Her heart beats loudly in her ears and her jaw aches with how hard she’s biting it closed. “Please,” she whispers, “Not tonight.”

Whatever god she was praying to, it was obvious they weren’t listening as she sees herself in the same venue as before. He’s waiting with open arms, a smirk dripping from his face. “Ah! My friend you’ve finally come,” he says. As she always does, she stays silent.

Zenos’ face falters only just as he lets out a hum, “Very well. I see you still play the role of the stoic hero,” he walks towards her and his eyes linger on her up and down. A rage begins to bubble in her gut. “But as I say again and again you don’t have to take that facade with me. Lest you forget I am the only one who knows you. The real you.”

The venue changes and she’s back in her village, up in the mountains of Southern Thanalan. The smell of sulfur hits her in a wave that makes her cough. She sees herself, small and dirty, barely five summers old. She hears whispers from the room outside. Voices she barely recognizes. Her mother and father.

“We have to leave this place,” her mother begs, “It’s not safe here. No one cares or listens to me. We have to go.”

“It’s not that simple-” her father begins.

“The hells it isn’t. I don’t want to be around that thing. Don’t want to be killed in my sleep by it one day.”

The other voice is quiet. Freyalin stares at the small child as she sleeps. Her face twists in discomfort. Hands glow red for the briefest of seconds. She looks down and sees her own doing the same. She hides it behind her back. “Alright,” her father says, “We’ll leave tomorrow.”

The scene shifts again and Zenos laughs from behind her, her spine tingles with his breath.

“Get out of my head,” she growls. He responds with more laughter.

She’s still home in her village, only now a friend is dead in front of her. She chased after a voidsent too powerful and something happened. She stopped in the middle of a cast. Light blinded her, head pounded. She saw a vision of another voidgate close by, people slaughtered. There wasn’t anything she could do for them though so why watch in fear. When she came to, she was too late. Her squadron around her cried out in confusion, asking why she stopped, why she left him defenseless. She couldn’t answer. Her hand turned red than black until the light dripped from between her fingers.

“It was the Echo,” she whispers. Again Zenos laughs with such sincerity she turns and swings a punch at where she thinks he is, but he’s gone.

“Now now adventurer. That’s no way to treat a friend. An equal,” he says.

It feels like there should be blood pouring out of her mouth when she speaks, “we are not equal,” she says.

The scene splits into two now. A side by side. Zenos rips through soldiers on a battlefield. The smell of hot blood hits her nose. She winces. The other shows herself fighting through many different scenes so far. Preatorium. Doma castle. The Ghimlyt Dark. Her movements match his, they’re just holding different weapons.

The scenes merge into one. Her blood runs cold. It's one she's never seen before

Hien stands before her. Before him. That scene when Elidibus still took his body, though this time it's her inside. “Zenos,” she tries to scream but he's not listening.

His arm moves, readying his sword, she's helpless to try and fight him. She's trapped in the motions as they fight Hien blow for blow.

“Freyalin will be here soon my lord,” Yugiri calls out from somewhere beyond her current tunnel vision. Zenos’ laugh rings loud around her. She feels every vibration.

Steel meets steel and faulty ground twists Hien’s ankle and he screams out as he falls to the ground.

She looks down at him as his chest rises and falls. She watches in horror as her arm rises and places the sword on his chest.

Directly above his heart.

“Zenos,” Freyalin cries out again, “You can't win this. This will not break me.”

Again all he does is laugh, deep and long, “I’m not looking to break you, my friend, that was never my intention,” he says. Weight is put on the sword. Hien’s face is stoic and his jaw is set; but his eyes shine with tears. Show how he’s scared. “I’m looking to see how long I have until you realize how meant to be we are. As equals,” he presses down, breaking skin, “as partners.”

She's too slow to react as the blade cuts through Hien. She feels every thrust and twist of it. Her eyesight goes blurry, her head fuzzy. Hien chokes out his last breath before his green eyes go lifeless.

She feels numb.

The scenes shifts one last time and the two of them stand in a dark space, a void with no light. He is smiling at her. She is standing tall across from him. After a moment he turns away. “Until next time, adventurer,” he says. He walks on, the echoes of his footsteps the only sound.

She wakes in a pool of her own sweat and her throat sore from screaming. She quickly flicks her hand to light the candles near her bed. Her chest feels heavy and she takes deep breaths in and out. There's a knock on her door, now doubt the manager or a concerned neighbor coming to check on her. She doesn't answer. She stays up the rest of the night, a low fire burning in her chest.

In the corner of the room a sad soul watches over her, wishing there was something he could do to help.

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #freya writes #zenos yae galvus #Hellsguard roe backstory time babyyyy #also first time writing Zenos hope it all worked out

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complete-idiot-in-love · 10 months

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Once Upon a Witchlight: Episode 47 (SPOILERS AHEAD)

We’re on a red and white checkerboard??

Blonde elven boy?? Is this the prince that Morgana likes?

Old lady with metal teeth??? Grandma??

Three pieces of a sword going into different time zones and cauldrons, the hags??

We’re alive!!! In a mushroom circle on a bed of roses in the shape of a heart?? THE KING OF HEARTS??

“Fellas? Gid?” The fact that he called for Gideon specifically makes me ship my dads so much!!

I would definitely be crying when I woke up, just happy to see my family again

I’m calling it, the white queen is either the Mama Hag or Zybilna and He’s not telling the party the whole truth

This is all so damn weird, like was all of the last few episodes a dream or was it real???

Alegeorgie and symbologie are my two favorite new words

JINGLE JANGLE?? NOOOOOO

Alegeorgeical lmao

EEEEWWWW, BITING INTO A ICE CREAM WITH METAL TEETH. WTF MIKEY???

YOOOOO, IS MY THEORY ABOUT THE KING BEING THE DUDE THAT HURT TORBEK GONNA BE CANON?

So I think: Zybilna and the king are secretly evil/ were evil at one point and that they're not telling the group the whole truth

👉🏻👈🏻 Mace doing the finger touchys is so funny, Gideon WOULD seek out the monster that just killed em all for a rematch

“WOULD YA KINDLY SHUT THE FUCK UP?” Omfg Kremy is PISSED at Gricko for teasing Gideon

NAT 20 FROM GRICKO BUT NIKKIE DREADED IT

YAY WAFFLES!!! I LOVE WAFFLES!!!

JAKE LONG THE AMERICAN DRAGON REFERENCE YESSSS, I LOVED THAT SHOW

Gricko helping the adult owlbear is so cute, I hope they take it with them as Hootsie’s mum

Red panda hootsie uwu

Is the owlbear named Juniper? That's so cute!!

“JUNIPER BERRYDIS NUTS IN YOUR FACE!!!” *Gricko and I high-five*

Tallman

OH FUCK, A SYRINGE FULL OF WITCHLIGHT

Hootsie driving the caravan!!!

Please don't inject yourselves with the syringe

“I crush its mind” FROSTY WHAT THE FUCK

Torbek’s favorite movie is mean girls and I LOVE that about him

NATTY 20 FOR STEALING FROM AN OLD MAN FOR TORBEK, PROUD OF YOU BESTIE!!

“I'm starting to feel a little guilty” “What's that like?” GIDEON BURNS FROST /J

Kremy is getting greedy, they’re gonna get in a fight I swear

NATTY 20 FOR GRICKO!!!!

My S/I would probably want to stop after the initial 100,000,00 gold they got but wouldn't stop cause they want Kremy to be proud of them

I love Andy and his Torbek faces, they’re so silly fr fr

OH NOOOOOO, A FUCKING CLOWN EPISODE????

AND WE’RE ENCUMBERED???

#self ship #self shipping #self ship stuff #self insert #a family can be a bunch of criminals and their adopted satyr child

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k-atsukibakugou · 11 months

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heavenly | e.kirishima — k-atsukibakugou

you're kirishima's angel, his sweet girl, until the doors are locked.

pairing: pro hero!kiri x f!reader w/c: 4.7k warnings: fem!nicknames, characters are 21/22, girly girl descriptors, pet names (princess, angel, sweetheart, bunny, baby), lots of degradation (slut, whore), anal play (f!receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex notes: i'm so shy about this pls don't perceive me thank u @kingkatsuki for ur help on this like literally a year ago this has been in my wips for Too Long, i'm biting the bullet bc im sick of seeing it lmao cross posted to ao3 • masterlist • recent wips & updates • kofi • askbox

“hey, princess.”

the nickname started years ago, back in your u.a days after one halloween where you went above and beyond in a matching costume with tsu, throat adorned in gaudy plastic jewels, a long dress with puffed sleeve cinching at your wrists, cute sparkling shoes on your feet, only just visible under the train, and tsu dressed mostly as herself, with a golden crown atop her hair, your prince charming turned frog. somehow, after knowing the red head five months at this point, this was what he decided to remember you by, hardly hearing your name out of his mouth since that moment. it began a game for the pair of you, eijiro calling out, or cheering on his “princess”, you returning with sweet pet names of your own as you grew more comfortable with him, sometimes calling him “pumpkin”, “cupcake”, “sweetie”, or “cutie”, never sticking to just the one like he did.

the pet names only evolved over your friendship at u.a, ending at graduation when your teary eyes met his and he pulled you into a hug, hand rubbing soothing circles on your back, “what are you crying for, princess?”

“i'm gonna miss hearing that.”

“why would i stop calling you that now?” eijiro seemed innocently confused when he asked it, smiling down at you when he reached to wipe the tears sitting under your eyes, sweet on you as always.

most of your friends were passing cash around behind you as you and eijiro finally moved forward with the crushes that had been blossoming since locking eyes at the entrance exam, some groaning at their losses but all cooing happily at your new relationship.

together for over three years now, the pet name vocabulary had grown exponentially, now you were eijiro's sweetheart, his angel, his baby, his girl, of course his princess, among a few others the media would never hear muttered on the red carpets.

there wasn’t a single doubt he treated you as such, your skin still soft and slightly shimmery from the spa pampering he got you this morning, booking you in for a facial before the gala tonight, your skin glimmering and dewy under the lowlights of the large bar where the rookies gathered to relax as much as heroes could after the red carpet and afternoon packed full of events. your manicured hand rested gently on eijiro’s thigh as you returned to the table at his call, placing another glass down among the various rings of condensation already littering the tabletop.

eijiro stared at you the entire time since you’d walked away from him, his scarlet eyes constantly roaming your body, you were dressed to the nines, your hair and makeup flawless, the pale dress draped over your skin, cinching in all the places that had your lover drooling, and the faux boning beneath your bust lifting your chest to what felt like your chin had his mind reeling.

you smiled warmly back up at him when you noticed him staring at you, glad the important parts of the evening were over, leaving you to daydream about your boyfriend beside you while he socialised, ever the butterfly. the suit he was in leaving nothing to the imagination, the suit jacket abandoned on the back of your chair, certain he’d drape it over your shoulders when you stood to leave, the white button-up shirt he wore beneath it tightening around his bulging biceps with every small gesture he made while excitedly chatting. you weren’t even entirely sure what topic the group had ended up on, all your focus on how he looked, never getting used to the way he cleaned up for these events, more alluring with twice as much skin covered than his hero costume.

floating back down from the clouds, you caught the end of hanta’s story across the table, “– they love the tape, i’m telling you, so many wanna be tied up.”

squeaking, you immediately regretted zoning back into the conversation now, heat travelling up your chest to your cheeks, then burning the very tips of your ears, your eyes darted back down to the colourful drink in front of you, trying to remove yourself from the conversation once again, your boyfriend looking similarly embarrassed with a pink tint under his eyes, choking on the drink in his hand as his friends laughed.

“careful of the two prudes, han,” the electric blond elbowed hanta beside him as they chuckled at the both of you, and your shocked reactions to what your friend had gotten up to the week before, eijiro choking out a rasped “whatever,”, sipping the drink in front of him to rehydrate his dry mouth, only leading his friends around the table to laugh more.

the heat never left your face, your skin glowing from the incessant teasing from the group, paired with the heavy feeling of your boyfriend’s thick fingers tapping against your thigh, the high slit of your dress giving him unfettered access to the hot skin below, making it impossible to say what was making you more hot; the playful jabs or the teasing touches.

most of your u.a friends had already left for the evening, leaving you beside your boyfriend at the table, denki on the other side of you, sero beside him, then katsuki and mina’s empty seat there while she laughed at the bar, immersed in conversation there as your group was at the table; and from the corner of your eye you watched shoto prepare to make a swift irish exit.

giggling at your friend, you turned your attention back to the cocktail in front of you, falling into a daydream once more, your mind wandering to the first time your boyfriend realised the way his pet names got you worked up, at a party similar to this one, celebrating katsuki’s birthday after graduating, you and eijiro settling into the new phase of your relationship after skirting around it for so long.

you’d stuck close to eijiro that night, both of you too infatuated with one another to wander too far from each other's side, his hand hardly leaving your own, and if it did, it was to wrap around your waist or your wrist. the party had ended fairly early, you and eijiro trailing out behind your friends, ever the gentleman, he walked you to your car, leaning against the side of it as he smiled down at you, sharp teeth and red eyes glowing under the moonlight.

“you doin’ anything tomorrow, bunny?” the pet name had you staring up at your boyfriend with wide eyes, your tongue swiping over your lips to rewet them, about to shake your head when his head tilted to the side, “what’s wrong?”

his voice was gravelly after hours of talking and laughing with your friends, low and scratchy in his throat, the deep timbre doing nothing to quell the fire smouldering in your stomach, “no, nothing,”

the quick denial did nothing to make him stop watching you like a hawk, reading into every movement you made, sharp eyes catching the way you squeezed your thighs together. he flashed his teeth at you in a hungry smile, leaning his hands either side of you on the cool metal of the car, taking one step closer into the lamplight with you, “have i always done that, baby?”

“done what?” your question is hushed, your eyes darting back and forth between his the closer he got, “made you squirm like that,”

dipping his head, you tilted your chin up to catch his lips, staring dumbly up at him when he tilted his away, “made you get that cute, dumb look.”

he laughed at the way you pouted up at him, trying your hardest to defend yourself when he made you squirm more and more between his body and the car door the more he spoke, leaning down to place one kiss beneath your ear, “didn’t know you were such a dirty girl for me.”

it snowballed from there, dropping more and more pet names each time he saw you, teasing you again and again for the love drunk look you got, addicted to watching the thoughts melt from your mind the first time he whispered “whore,” in your ear, his voice low, sending chills down your spine until he had the same spine arched into him, your pussy creaming around his cock, bent over the couch in his apartment–

“princess?” there was that nickname again, your glazed eyes locking back onto his crimson ones, staring at your love drunk reflection, wide eyes, glowing cheeks and heaving chest in all your glory mirrored back in his pupils.

“sorry?”

“you wanna sleep at mine tonight?” oh, there was that twinkle in his eye, looking his usual happy-go-lucky self to his friends surrounding him, and to any other hero glancing over, but you knew him as well as you knew yourself, that sparkle eijiro’s way of reminding you you’d be out of that dress far quicker than you got into it. without another word, you nodded, the luxurious necklace gracing your chest shaking with the movement, his pointed teeth flashing in a happy smile as bright as sunlight.

this had become a bit of a routine when you or eijiro got a little heated at these events, the pair of you standing from your chairs, eijiro draping his jacket over your shoulders, and his calloused hand clasped in yours. Both of you beaming at anyone you came across, bidding them a happy goodbye before making your exit, politely waving to the remaining media calling for a photo of you and red riot, flashes catching your bright smiles, and casting rainbow reflections from your jewellery. after a few more minutes walk towards eijiro’s parked car, you were finally away from the crowds and cameras, you took your chance to lean further into him, one hand still in his, your other wrapping around his bicep, squeezing it with a giggle when he detoured down a small alleyway between towering buildings.

shrouded in the dark, your lover spun you by your wrist until he had you cornered against the rough wall, tearing a gasp from your throat when you bounced against the wall, his mouth meeting your open one in a messy kiss, breaking away only to take a deep breath, muscular chest heaving with adrenaline.

“you’re such a fucking tease in that dress, bunny, already look fucked out from a few kisses, imagine what you’ll look like taking my cock, baby.” his sharp features were emphasised by the dark shadows being cast down onto him, red eyes glowing from the shadows. biting your bottom lip to muffle a low groan at his teasing words, you stood higher in the heels to try and catch his lips once more, whining softly at him when he tilted his head away from you, smirking down at your attempt, pushing you back down where he wanted you with a strong hand settled beneath your jaw.

“gonna ruin that pretty face, aren’t i, slut?” all his white teeth on display with the evil smile he gave you, his hand on your jaw making your head nod as you froze staring at him, the vulgarity of him something you never got used to, the first time he degraded you in such a way getting the same reaction now, your brain turning to mush and your skin burning, lightning firing between atoms, your body feeling like it was floating among clouds. brain kickstarting once more, your nod grew more eager, the sturdy hero towering over you laughed at your desperate reaction to his filthy mouth.

stepping back from you, eijiro pulled you by your wrist into him again, letting his lips crash to yours and his arm wrap around your waist, keeping you close as you melted into his kiss, sharing only a few more passionate moments stumbling down the alley until you reached the sleek car at the end. ever chivalrous, eijiro dropped your hand to reach for the door handle, holding it open and helping his pretty girl in with his other hand around your waist, flashing a saccharine smile down at you through the tinted windows once you, and your dress, were safely in the car.

shifting uncomfortably, you kicked the high heels off of your feet, as eijiro settled into the drivers seat beside you letting your head roll back onto the smooth, leather headrest, the pins in your hair poking your head but you were too lost in the relief of losing your shoes, melting into the soft chair with a breathy sigh of relief. the noises only repeating with each pin you pulled from your hair, a higher pitched exhale travelling straight from eijiro’s ears to his cock, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles while he tried to keep his attention on the road ahead instead of your lust-driven movements in the corner of his eye; your manicured fingertips drawing shapes over the plush skin of your exposed thigh, dragging the material ever higher on your body.

“Is my little whore’s so desperate she can’t wait?” he belittled, his heavy breathing betraying his desire to replace your hands with his own hot palms, but wanted to hear you whimpering with a dumbstruck smile at his filthy, degrading comments nonetheless. your fingertips grazed your clothed core, wanting nothing more to pull the distracting fabric aside to stroke your aching clit, your cheeks burning hotter at the thought of his large fingers atop yours, although more in lustful heat than embarrassment at this stage of the night.

“need your cock, ei,” voice whiny, you didn’t miss the smile that lit up his face at your vulgar response, finally his perverted girl knocking her halo aside to make room for the devilish horns you grew when you got wet. “there she is.”

“been thinking of it all night, can’t wait anymore, ei, thinkin’ how you fill me up so fucking good.” your words turned to mindless chatter, your fingertips pressing lewdly against the soaked fabric between your thighs, not going any further than teasing yourself, needing your lover to be the one to fill your pussy for the first time tonight.

“my pussy needs you, red, you hear how wet she is?” it was his turn to groan and drop a hand from the wheel to squeeze his throbbing cock, his luxurious suit pants tenting, straining around the fat muscle between his legs.

raising your hips off the smooth leather, you made quick work of dragging the obstructive panties off your body, sliding them down your legs to pull off at your ankles, reaching down to catch the sopping material, throwing it in your boyfriends direction, smiling coyly at the growl you got in return. eijiro caught them in one hand of course, trying not to let his eyes cross at the feeling of the slippery material between his fingers, mentally shouting to focus on driving and not the image of you hiking up the skirt of your dress in his peripherals.

turning one last corner to his street, you had just enough time to suck the tips of your fingers into your mouth, wetting them with your saliva, too eager to wait any longer, pressing the wet digits to your sensitive clit with a long drawn out moan at the relief you finally felt, the ache building deep inside you finally dulling in place of the electricity thrumming beneath your skin. you bite your painted lip, your fingers not enough to truly start the chase of your orgasm, only to make you moan in the perfect pitch to drive the scarlet hero to the perfect level of insane. eijiro was darting out of the parked car before you could even bat your eyelashes sweetly at him, throwing open the passenger door while you sucked your fingers clean. before another heated moment could pass between you both, you were being pulled up by a hardened hand around your sparkling wrist, and the doors locked with a chirp behind you.

you giggle behind a manicured hand at his hasty behaviour, your panties haphazardly sticking out of his suit pocket while he fumbled with the keys to finally grip the one that would give him the freedom to tear off the dress that has had his mouth watering for hours already.

“you in a rush for something, baby?” you teased, nails raking up his chest to toy with the button beneath his throat, ignoring the daggers your boyfriend shot you, the look meant to bring villains to their knees, instead having you swooning. leaning an exposed shoulder on the cool glass beside the door he was struggling to unlock, you drank him in, barely contained frustration threatening to tear him apart at the seams. you reached behind you to brush your hair away from the zip of your dress at the nape of your neck, dragging the metal down the track, whining breathily again when you didn’t get quite the reaction you wanted from eijiro, “it’s so hot tonight, don’t you wanna get that suit off already?”

his stormy, carmine eyes flicked to you again, pointed teeth bared when he kicked the door open with a shined dress shoe, one hand pulling the keys back out of the lock, throwing them god knows where in the house, and his free hand pulling at your waist as your dress loosened with every inch lower the zip travelled. soft fabric bunched at your waist and draping over his arm, exposing more of your bare skin to him under the dim light as he dragged you inside, leading you with a firm grasp.

“you think you’re cute teasing me, baby? you’re about to look so much cuter all spread out and whimpering on my cock.”

a flash of shock contorted your grin before you recovered, never getting used to the filth that tumbled from his lips the moment his cock got hard. eijiro ate it up, forcing you against the back of the door with a strong hand clamped down on your hip, tearing at your dress, hungry eyes glowering down at you. bitten lips finally found their place slotted against his again, hot, needy kisses tearing the breath from your throat, greedy hands still pawing and pulling at the fabric, eijiro impatiently resorting to sliding his calloused hands under the skirt of your dress when the garment didn’t drop from your body fast enough. the rough scrape of his hands on your tender thighs and ass had your head dropping back on the door, naked chest heaving with deep breaths in an attempt to recover from the intensity of his kiss.

you squealed as his hands finally waded through the pounds of fabric to stroke his fingers along your soaking folds, his mouth wandering down your neck and collarbones the moment your lips left his, canines nipping at glistening skin until every muscle in his body froze while all of yours squirmed beneath him.

“oh, you whore.” his degrading words were emphasised by a barked laugh when he found the small toy nestled in your wet hole, the pretty iridescent heart plug small enough to be comfortable for a couple hours for these hero gigs, and big enough to have your pussy drooling.

“my girl, looking like such an angel tonight with a plug in her ass, hm? god, what would our friends think.” his last sentiment was nearly silent, murmured against the shell of your ear, a shiver passing through your body at his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin. eijiro flashed an evil smile down at you, lips curling to show off pointed teeth ready to tear at your unmarred flesh, strong hands dragging you off the door to spin you around until your face was pressed to the hard wood of the door, your legs swiftly kicked apart.

“i’m gonna fuck you like the dirty girl you act like, princess, you want that?”

you can’t remember a time you’ve nodded so enthusiastically in your life, your nerves burning with desperation, certain you were about to combust with the need growing within you. he pressed his thick body against yours, unbothered when your slick spreading over the front of his expensive pants, instead, eagerly grinding his clothed cock against your sopping pussy, staring down at your full ass with thirst pooling in his eyes.

“please, hurry and fuck me, ive been dripping thinking about it all night.” your voice was on the verge of a sob, unable to control your volume and pitch as you begged, your hips bucking against nothing at every ghost of a touch. Your ears perked, hearing the slow purr of his pants being unzipped, hyperfocusing on each tiny movement and sound behind you, his thick fingers only a breath away from filling you the way you needed, “say it again, how much you need me.”

his voice was deep and gruff, the sound of it forcing every other thought from your mind to make way for horny babble.

“please, you know i need your cock, my pussy needs you, baby, been waiting all day.” you mindlessly babbled, reaching behind you to stroke his throbbing cock, guiding his head into you, “feel how much i need you, ei.”

your voice wasn’t a decibel above a whisper at this stage, your flawless face smearing foundation against the door while you pushed your hips back to sink slowly further down eijiro, the pair of you melting together inch by inch, both moaning in a low pitch you didn’t even know you could achieve when finally his entire, fat cock was buried inside you.

“yes, ei, ‘m so full.” your voice was a heavenly choir singing in his ears, no matter how muffled you sounded pressed against the wooden door, blushed cheek squished flat, your ruined makeup the last on your list of concerns. eijiro groaned into your naked shoulder, lips parting to respond to your chatter, but only a groan escaping him when you arch your back ever-so-slightly, pulling him deeper inside you. he wants to savour the moment, admire the way you look stretched around him, cute butt plug twinkling in the dim moonlight streaming in, once flawless dress now a mussed bunch around your waist, and of course your plush parted lips repeating his name; but the part of him that gave into your every wish was undefeated, bullying that part away the same way his cock bullied into your hole.

“tell me how you want me, sweetheart.”

“deep, baby, need to feel you everywhere,” you circled your hips against him, spreading more of your silky wetness on his suit.

“everywhere?” you nod again, big, shining eyes glancing over your shoulder at his pleasured face, his usually spiked red hair hanging over his face while he stared down to where your bodies were joined, “uh huh, baby, i’m yours, just your little slut, ei, my pussy belongs to you.”

one strong hand stays holding your hip to his, the other pressing a firm thumb to the gem, pushing it against the fat of your ass, “an’ what about here, princess?”

relishing in the way your breath caught in your throat, eijiro couldn’t resist tugging on the plug, just to let it return to its place while you stuttered over your response, “yes, yes, yes ei, everything is for you – my pussy, my throat, my ass, anytime you want it.”

you were still deliriously babbling after that, eijiro toying with the plug a moment longer, most of what tumbled from your glossed lips indiscernible between the moans of the intense pleasure he inflicted on you with even the smallest rut of his hips.

“again, bunny.”

“‘m your dumb bunny, red, been waiting for this all day, waitin’ for you to fill up my pussy, get my mascara running–”

before your sentence was finished, his hips were snapping to yours, muscular hips slapping against the fat of your ass while his hands dragged your hips to meet his, your filthy cries devolving to a symphony of lewd moans. panting, he tried to keep his hips from stuttering, your dirty talk having just as much of an effect on him as his pet names had on you. eijiro’s hands travelled over the fat of your ass once again, warm palms spreading your cheeks, garnet eyes fixed on your dripping holes, “so filthy, angel.”

hardened fingers squeezed your pillowy ass, leaving half-moon indents in your skin, marks he was sure to admire when he played with the plug, tugging it out as he’d sink his cock back into your soaking pussy, repeating the same motions three more times before pulling it entirely from your ass on the fourth, admiring your clenching muscle when he dropped the plug aside, a growled curse spilling from his lips.

eijiro’s deft fingers slipped over your skin to collect your creamy wetness on his fingertips, marvelling at your quiet gasp when you felt the cool of it at your tight ass, soon to tear another, louder, moan from you when he fucks his fingers into your asshole in time with his cock stretching out your pussy.

“keep actin’ like that at these events, angel, ‘n everyone’s gonna find out how dirty my girl is, i’ll have all three of your holes filled at once, yeah? you'll show off all those pretty sounds they think you're incapable of making, but i get you moaning like a dumb whore, don't i, bunny?” your eyes cross, drunk on how he feels, the way he sounds, the smell of his cologne, his quick, skilled movements forcing you closer and closer to cumming on him, your pussy already leaking cum, dripping down the base of his cock to the hardwood floor.

eijiro releases his vice-like hold your hip to brace himself against the door, fucking into you only twice more until your mouth was dropping open in a silent scream, your lover ripping an intense orgasm from you, your breath catching in your chest while you squirmed, hips blindly bucking back onto him.

“one more for me, princess, you look so good for me.” you tried to shake your head, every slip of his finger over your skin making you tremble, your legs weak, but any disapproving noise you tried to make only came out as high, garbled moans. eijiro fucked you faster now, deeper, the head of his cock poking at a spot inside you that had you shivering, clawing at the door you were pinned against. your moans quickly turned to a mantra of his name, overwhelmed by everything him.

“ei, ei, ei, ei, ei.” all you could say, your hips bouncing off his with every powerful thrust from him, your hand falling from the door to swirl around your puffy clit blissfully, the moment your fingertips made contact, your core clenched around him, the squeal previously stuck in your throat loud and clear now when the clear stream of liquid dropped onto the smooth floor, settling in a puddle beneath you.

eijiro leaned further into you, pushing you harder into the door, your cheek beginning to ache, but still you moaned like a bitch in heat, arching your back when he fucked you sloppily, fingertips stroking the skin inside you keeping his hand separated from his slick cock buried in your pussy, rutting in and out of you until his muscular body was bearing down on yours, chest to your back, hips to your ass, face to your neck when he came right after you with a raspy moan of your name, a rock hard hand seconds away from splintering the doorframe.

you both took a long moment to settle, staying tangled with one another while you caught your breath; eijiro only gently withdrawing his fingers from your clenching hole, and his cock from your overly sensitive pussy, when you’d stopped trembling. with your forehead pressed to the back of the door, heart eyes squeezed shut, eijiro didn’t even try to hide his coy smile at each sinful sound you made, inch by inch, soft, breathless whimpers, your body slumping against the door when you were left without his strength holding you up.

the hand resting on the door jamb slid down the wood to grip your waist, holding you up while your jelly-like legs still adjusted, “god, your cunt looks so pretty after she’s used by me, doesn’t she?”

your chest flushed hot, reaching behind you to bat at his shoulder, the red-head chuckling when you missed, dodging your half-hearted attempt with a side step away from you to pad into the kitchen in search of a cloth, “don’t call it that, ei!”

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