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cottoncandy-cult · 1 year ago

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Birthday Trash

Dante x Half demon! Reader

(Y/n) watched from a tree in the distance as a silver haired male had cut down another demon in the park, the (H/c) head was a half demon herself and though she feared the man as he was quite fearsome, she was also enamored with him. It was late at night when the girl went walking after work, she had heard a series of sounds coming from the clearing at the end of the trail. A brief flash of the silver blade in the moonlight had told her it was him; she had climbed up a way to get a better view but also to try and hide herself from his icy eyes.

(E/c) orbs watched as he re-sheathed his blade, once his back was turned and the male had taken a several steps away (Y/n) had hopped down from her hiding place. Her back was to his general direction as she had to walk the opposite way of him to get home, that was when she felt warmth radiate from behind her, a soft and teasing tone uttering a quiet "boo" before she found herself pinned to the tree. Bright blue eyes locked with her own and froze the female in place, this man was a threat to her existence from what she had witnessed and now she was trapped. "So how did you like tonight's show? ~" He gave a playful chuckled, both hands on either side of her head. She could have died then and there, he had clearly known or noticed she had been watching and she wasn't even sure for how long. She was almost shaking, this didn't go unnoticed by him, his eyes softening as he realized she wasn't one for fighting. "Calm down now I'm not the kinda guy who would hurt a lady with no reason, besides... You aren't even a full demon."

That had been the start, she had explained about hearing the demons talk about a slayer that used the town as a base. How at first, she watched him out of fear, keeping tabs on him in case he got too close to her usual haunts. Of course, he had known from the start, and admitted that he did observe her as well and knew she wasn't some kind of violent beast. He had apologized for scaring her, and she had apologized for seemingly stalking him.

It had been 6 months since then, Dante had become a regular at the cafe she worked at and the two had become fast friends even though she was much quieter and shy.

Tonight, was a special night, it was (Y/n)'s birthday but she had no one to celebrate with. At least until Dante managed to convince her to come with him to a bar, they had been drinking together at a table on the far side from the door for over an hour. Despite being a half demon, she didn't drink a lot, so her tolerance was rather low. At some point Dante had dismissed himself to the bathroom, leaving (Y/n) alone with her fruity drink in the crowded establishment. At least until 2 males approached her, one leaned against the wall and the other sat next to her.

For about 5 minutes he was flirting with her, the socially awkward girl in her drunken state couldn't convey her disapproval in a comfortable way as she didn't want to be rude. She was turned slightly to pretend she was listening to the one sat beside her, because of this she missed how the male against the wall had emptied a small clear vile of liquid into her colorful drink. When the one flirting began to get more disgusting with his comments she took a drink from her cup to try and help her generate an excuse to leave such as a refill or potty break, then it occurred to her Dante was still in the bathroom. So, she slowly stood, waiting for the male to finish his sentence. "I'm s-sorry, I need to use the restroom..." She had figured she could hide in the women's bathroom next to the men's until Dante came out of the restroom, the male simply smiled and waved her off and she fast walked to the bathrooms beside the door that leads outside.

When (Y/n) was weaving through the crowd she didn't notice that so were the two men as they were a few feet behind her and hidden in the mass of bodies, the music pulsed around her and didn't help as everything surrounding her seemed to spin. The girl just got to the front door when she felt her body begin to drop, by that point she had fallen unconscious and no one in the dark and crowded room had noticed the men who caught her and began to carry her out. They had just reached the dimly lit parking lot when Dante spoke up from where he sat on the hood of a car, his guns in hand. "You morons chose the wrong night to go hunting... Now why don't you put my girl down, and I might send you home quickly." His words were colder than the steel of his blade, as the slayer slowly stood the darker haired male of the two kidnappers left the blonde one holding the unconscious female. The skin on his arm ripping away to reveal sharp claws and green leathery skin, he got two steps before he was a pile of dust on the concrete as a single shot echoed in the wind.

The half demon male then turned to the other kidnapper, who was quick to set the girl down and take off running in a last-ditch effort to appease the man, he didn't get far before a shot to the back turned him to dust. Approaching (Y/n) Dante was careful when lifting her up before he carried her off, he was walking out of the bathroom when he saw the men catch her body and carry her off. He initially thought it was just 2 guys taking advantage of a woman, then he realized that the woman was (Y/n) and their reflections in the glass door revealed their horrific true forms. He regretted they didn't just stay in and order a pizza like she wanted, but he wanted her to have a good time. He ended up taking her to his apartment in the Devil May Cry building, not wanting to go through her pockets for her key. He rested the girl on his bed and took off her socks and shoes as well as her jewelry, he sat the jewelry on the table by the bed, so she didn't lose or break anything of course. From there he tossed his jacket and shirt on the desk in his room, kicked off his shoes and climbed in bed.

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It was about 10 a.m. when Dante woke up, (Y/n) was still asleep and Dante found himself hungry. Thinking about the time he decided to go ahead and order a pizza for lunch, he slipped from the bed and left to head downstairs so he could make the call without disturbing (Y/n). It had been maybe a half hour after he left before the sleepy girl awoke, her head was pounding with a hangover, and she hadn't even opened her (E/c) eyes yet. When they did peek open, she spotted a glass of water and 2 aspirin. This being confirmed by the sticky note that simply read "Take these. ~Dante" and she was quick to down them, the young woman simply sat up in place on the bed rocking slightly as she tried to wake up. As her brain finally started to kick start the events of the previous night came to mind, when she spotted Dante's coat over his desk, she knew that he had saved her.

That was when her internal organs decided to try and summon Satan again, at least that's what it sounded like as she became abundantly aware that it was almost lunchtime, and she was hungry. She was just glad that she didn't have to go in to work that day until 4. As the girl pulled herself from the bed the owner of aforementioned furniture stepped into the room, chuckling softly as he watched her stumble a bit. "I ordered a pizza already, there's a clean towel on the bathroom sink if you wanna shower?" The mention of fresh hot water brightened her mood, making the girl smile but cringe from the motion and sound. "Awesome, thanks...and Dante?" She giggled and tilted her head slightly, placing her hands on her hips. "Next time let's just chill and watch movies alright?" She walked off and into the bathroom, leaving the smirking male behind. "Whatever you say, but it's not like I'd let someone hurt you anyways."

#devil may cry #devil may cry the animated series #dante #x reader #fem reader #dante x reader #dante x fem reader #half demon reader #I've been playing dmc since the ps2 days I was a little kid playing dmc 2 and god of war while my dad read comics on his bed #candy cult vault

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philistiniphagottini · 30 days ago

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Dante. Dante is ready to feast from any fucking position 💦💦

Oh my god Rev, you are so right how could I forget about the og of pussy eating? Lol thanks for indulging my horny, I had to write this as soon as I woke up hope you enjoy <3

cw. smut, oral sex (fem receiving), wet & messy, female reader, chubby reader, minors DO NOT interact

The moment Dante spotted the pair of booty shorts sticking out of the bottom of your ridiculously oversized shirt, it was over for you. The neurons on his prehistoric brain activated and he was raring to go, begging and pleading with you to bend you over the nearest sturdy surface so he could, in Dante’s words:

“Eat that pussy.”

A soft squeal fell from your parted lips, followed by a bout of giggles as Dante manhandled you, pushing you over the sturdy arm rest of the leather sofa, until your back was bowed and your arse was flaunted in the air. He fell to his knees behind you, the short stubble of his beard scratching against your skin as he dragged his lips over your thick thighs, leaving behind a blazing trail of fire and causing heat to pool into the pit of your stomach. You squirmed as his strong hands anchored to your plump hips, squeezing your skin until the soft pudge spilled between his splayed fingers. His touch was scorching hot and your blood started to simmer in your veins the longer he toyed with you, leaving behind indents of his teeth just beneath the skin that peeked out from the bottom of your shorts. A soft huff fell from your parted lips, blowing a few stray strands of hair out of your eyes as you threw your voice over your shoulder.

“Hurry up Dante” you griped. “Stop teasing me.”

“Don’t rush me babe~” Dante cooed softly at you in response.

He smothered his head between your thick thighs as he hungrily mouthed at your clothed pussy, nose pressed into the fabric as he took a deep breath and inhaled your intoxicating scent. The seat of your panties were soaked, the wet seam of your cunt dripping as beads of arousal pooled between the soft insides of your thighs. Dante’s fingers hooked beneath the waistband of your shorts, the digits teasingly dipping below and teasing the skin as your nerves tingled like a live wire. Before you could offer up another complaint, he sharply tugged both your shorts and underwear down in one, swift movement, leaving you completely exposed to his hungry gaze. The articles of clothing dangled uselessly around your ankles as you were pushed further against the couch, the arm digging uncomfortably into your soft belly as your fat tits threatened to spill out of your shirt.

Every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation, goosebumps prickling along your flesh as Dante grabbed the scruff of your arse and spread your cheeks wide until you were intimately exposed. The hot knot in your stomach twisted tighter as Dante let out a soft whistle, his hot breath fanning over your creamy folds as pearls of arousal dribbled from your drooling center.

“All this for me?” Dante said as a warm chuckle breezed past his lips. “You’re treating me to a feast.”

You wriggled your hips enticingly, rocking back into the warm touch of Dante’s hands as a breathy moan stirred in the back of your throat.

“Eat up.”

Dante didn’t need to be told twice. A blistering moan tumbled from your bruised lips as he sealed his lips over your pulsing warmth and stuffed your gorgeous pussy into his mouth. You raked your fingers across the couch cushions, desperate to find purchase as a new wave of heat blossomed in the pit of your stomach and made your head spin. Your breathing stuttered, lungs pinching in your chest and long lashes fluttering over your burning cheeks at the slick sound of Dante’s lips smacking together. A groan vibrated between your thighs as he suckled at your puffy folds, strong hands pawing at the fat of your shapely arse before lazily swatting at the skin. Your eyes fluttered wildly as a moan bubbled up your parched throat, tongue feeling like lead in your mouth as you struggled to peel it from the pocket of your cheek. Dante lacked finesse but he made up for it with enthusiasm as he sloppily made out with your pussy, tongue and teeth joining the fray as he ate you like a man starved.

Stars wavered in your bleary vision, a constellation of tears clinging to the corners of your soused lashes as the pleasure inside of you gnawed at you like a ravenous beast. The coil twisted tighter, threatening to break something inside of you as Dante’s tongue dipped into the tight ring of muscles of your fluttering hole, slurred praises muffled into the heat of your cunt as he swatted at your backside again, groaning as your skin rippled against the palm of his hand. You whined as your hips jolted forward, the aching nub of your clit begging for attention as a pleasant itch tickled the base of your skull. Pleasant tingles raced along the notches of your spine as your mind grew dizzy, only able to focus on the drag of Dante’s tongue between your plush walls as he split open the creamy folds of your pussy. The pressure in your stomach was reaching boiling point and it made you thrash in Dante’s hold from the mounting pleasure.

“Dante- fuck…fuck!”

Dante was lost in the vivid taste of your pussy as he swallowed the budding saliva on his tongue, throating bobbing as you lingered on his taste buds. His teeth dripped with saliva, jaw aching with a pleasant burn and cock swelling with arousal as the push of his tongue finally made you unfurl. You cried his name out with pure bliss and he knew he was going to get a noise complaint from his neighbours as the coil in your stomach shattered into a million pieces. He didn’t care though. Not when you pussy fluttered around his tongue and squirted into his open maw with the force of a flowing river. Dante’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his tongue continued to ravage your pussy in the midst of your mind-numbing rapture, strings of translucent fluid webbing on his lips as he drank his fill. Your toes curled in the soles of your feet as Dante worked through your intense high, clit kicking weakly when he pressed his thumb over the tightly packed bundle of nerves and worked it until it was shrieking.

Your mind was buzzing and swirling with dizziness as you tried to gulp down ragged gasps of air, heart ready to leap out of your throat as the dregs of pleasure still burned through your veins. Dante pulled away from you with a loud and wet pop, your taste still sticky sweet on his lips as he lapped at the beads clinging to the corners of his mouth.

“Such a sweet treat” Dante said as he pat your thigh, his touch a soothing balm as it calmed the ache in your limbs. “My compliments to the chef.”

You would have smacked him out of sheer embarrassment if you weren’t feeling so boneless. You settled for a pathetic snort of laughter. You’d get him back once the room stopped spinning so violently.

#my writing #devil may cry #devil may cry smut #devil may cry x reader #dante sparda #dante smut #dante x reader #x reader #x fem reader #x chubby reader #nsft #smut

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starhvney · 3 months ago

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𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟑 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟎: 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓

𝐂𝐖: very crude language and shit talk from ivy, paranoia, threats of violence, reader nearly spirals into an anxiety attack, implications that reader has anxious attachment tendencies

𝐀/𝐍: hey guys! meant to get this chapter out earlier today but i had too much caffeine and made myself sick oopsies! anyways i hope you guys enjoy this one! we're getting back to that good old drama

𝐖𝐂: 6,000+

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑: @arienic (thank you nics!)

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

“this is so exciting!” teony grins, clapping her hands from where she stood next to you and katelyn. “i care more about academics than athletics, but i honestly love the sports festival! it’s so much fun!”

you hum happily in agreement, eyes drifting around at the school’s outdoor scenery. honestly, it's insane how beautiful of a spot it was placed in, with phoenix drop’s mountain range and tall forest trees spanning right from the school’s backyard. the whole student body is packed in the area from the soccer field all the way over to the baseball field, everyone in their athletic uniforms and the colorful wristbands that indicated which class they were in.

glancing behind you to check on aph and nana as the little freshman chat away, you catch a glimpse of ivy’s minions and aaron, who is a short way away, talking by the stairs. the tall junior seemed like trouble just from his looks alone—and you were pretty opposed to him already just from aphmau’s complaints of the boy all year—but his seeming compliance with lily’s flirtatious giggling set your opinion in stone.

your attention shifts back to your friends next to you, a sense of comfort relaxing the tenseness that had begun to build just from the glimpse of those people. after talking about everything with aphmau, you both had decided to come clean to all of your friends about the issues you’d had since day one with both ivy and gene.

you’d almost felt silly for hesitating so long to tell them, especially with how defensive and fired up they had gotten. lucinda’s reaction was definitely the funniest, the redhead immediately offering to slip a potion that would make someone throw up slugs into all of their lunches. you’d denied the offer through your laughter, as tempting as it was, and you have to stop yourself from giggling again at the thought of gene or ivy pale in the face and spitting out snail slime.

katelyn snorts, pausing in her warm-up of one-legged squats—an impressive feat you had unashamedly been staring at her do for the past five minutes—to look over to the academia queen herself.

“of course it’s fun!” she energetically hops in place with a fiery and determined look on her face. “i’m gonna own the juniors in volleyball this year.”

teony raises an eyebrow and tosses her hair over her shoulder as she looks at you, lips pursed in amusement. “our class lost to that class when they were sophomores last year.”

you nod in understanding, giggling when katelyn pumps her fist angrily into the air.

“and the only reason we lost to them was because i had won all the events prior,” she defends. “i was completely exhausted from the heat.”

teony’s hands are on her hips, eyebrows raised, and expression like a scolding mother. “so then i hope you learned your lesson for this year, right?”

she scoffs. “oh, i definitely have!”

“good, i’m glad. now you know—”

“i’ve been training all year to carry the team completely on my back.”

teony groans, leaning against you as she rolls her eyes. “kate, sweetie, that is not the lesson! it’s teamwork.”

“uh-huh, yeah that too, whatever,” katelyn responds, and from her distracted expression you’re not even sure she truly heard what had been said. instead, she grabs onto one of your arms and one of teony’s, dragging you both off into the track field. “now let’s go crush some classes!”

“wh-hold on!” teony laughs, turning back to wave at aphmau and nana as they stare at the three of you like abandoned puppies—or in nana’s place, a kitten. “good luck my darlings!”

“i’ll catch you both later! good luck!” you call after the two, sparing a wave as katelyn bulldozes her way through the grass.

she at least also spares one last look over her shoulder, though instead of a shout of encouragement, it’s a competitive laugh and grin. “pray you two don’t have us as an opponent this year. i won't go easy just cause we’re friends!”

teony sighs as the three of you make it closer to your classmates, lolling her head over to give kate an unimpressed stare. “i get your competitive and all, but i don’t think intimidating those two cuties was necessary.”

grabbing a stray volleyball from the ground, she scoffs and rolls her eyes, walking a ways from you both and tossing it up to start preparing. “oh, whatever. they know it’s tough love.”

teony looks to you with a disbelieved shake of her head, giggling at the blue haired girl’s antics.

“you know, you—woah!” she stumbles back, barely receiving the ball that kate had spiked down at her and sending it straight past her legs.

there’s a thunk of ball meeting shoulder and a familiar yelp of pain, before you see travis crumpling down to the grass and dante sprinting off while cackling.

“what the—?! why were you sitting right behind me, dude?!” katelyn questions, seeming more bewildered than anything.

teony’s eyes drift from the scene ahead to you from the corner of her eye.

“were they…?”

“…i think so…”

“uh, sorry!” travis quickly stutters, stumbling up to his feet and waving his hands with an awkward braced smile. “i was just—dante, don’t leave me!" his voice comically cracks at the end as he sprints after his friend, the two looking like clowns as they run away.

“uh, what’s going on here?” a smooth voice breaks your stunned silence.

“oh, hey garroth. i don’t know, actually.”

the baseball captain is standing right next to you, blinking in confusion between the two boys as they run away and the three of you. he breaks out in an amused little grin at your deadpanned words, scratching the side of his head.

“well, okay then. are you excited to compete?”

you shrug with a nod, looking up at the boy. “sure! gets us out of class, so that’s enough for me. are you?”

“yeah… but i still can’t believe they haven’t set up a baseball portion for this competition.” he sighs. “like, we have kickball, but no baseball? not cool.”

you can’t help but giggle at the dejected look on his face, his love for the sport honestly endearing.

“well, baseball is a hard sport for normies like us to play, you know? gotta leave it up to the professionals like you,” you muse, nudging his side with your elbow.

a cheeky grin forms on his face, and you swear you see the tips of his ears turn a bit red in color. he opens his mouth to reply to your compliment before another loud thud–this time off in the distance–catches both of your attention. a soccer ball is rolling away from aaron, while aph seems to be telling him off with clenched fists.

“hm?” garroth frowns, and you’re already walking over to the scene.

he catches up just a second after, tilting his head in concern as you both speed-walk over to the girl. you make it to nana first, raising an eyebrow in confusion to the pink-haired meif’wa who stood awkwardly distant from the two. she shrugs at the both of you with a pout on her face before you can even ask, golden irises darting at the taller boy as he seems to mockingly laugh at aphmau while walking away.

garroth shrugs at you before walking forward first, while aph continues to huff with clenched fists and muttering under her breath.

“how dare he just… ugh!”

“aphmau, are you okay?” the blonde asks in concern, and the girl whips herself around, eyes a bit wide in surprise.

“oh, it’s you two, hey,” she says, clearing her throat and fixing her hair with a flustered expression. “um, i’m fine, it’s just…”

“you should stay away from that guy,” garroth says suddenly. “i’ve heard he’s nothing but trouble.”

your eyes stay narrowly trained on the delinquent in question, as he walks through the field towards the concession stand with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“oh trust me, you don’t need to tell me that twice.” aphmau crosses her arms with a scoff. “he’s in my werewolf class with me, and he’s nothing but a huge jerk.”

garroth nods with an understanding hum, before his eyebrows snot up on his forehead. “wait, you’re a werewolf?!”

aphmau and you glance over to him, before bursting out in giggles.

“oh! no, i’m not! i thought i told you what happened, garroth.”

“huh, laurance reacted just about the same, now that i remember,” you recall, covering your mouth as you recover from the small laughing fit.

garroth sighs, his deep voice bordering on a whiny tone. “how come you guys always tell laurance everything but never me?”

aphmau’s eyebrows raise, and she quickly waves her hands. “it’s not that i didn’t want to tell you! it just never came up!”

“yeah, garroth,” you coo, leaning over to wrap an arm around his side and pat him soothingly on the back. “laurance just knows more 'cause he yaps more and asks more questions.”

garroth snorts.

“…don’t tell him i said that.”

“oh, i definitely will.”

aphmau chuckles drily. “so to make a long story short, garroth, my registration was all messed up and i couldn’t change out of the werewolf class even though i didn’t sign up for it and i’m not a werewolf. and i’ve been stuck with sitting next to that aaron jerk all semester.”

he hums, eyebrows furrowed. “oh, i see. well i’m sorry you have to deal with tha—”

“garrith, there you are!” a high-pitched, nasally voice pierces right into your ear from behind you, making you flinch away from the friendly side hug you still had the blonde in.

aphmau stares at you with a tense half smile, eyes darting behind you before you turn yourself. carmine hair bounces against ivy’s shoulders as she tilts her head, giving an—in your opinion—eerily forced smile up at garroth.

oh, nah. it is 9:30 in the morning.

garroth offers a smile in return, taking a small step back from how close she had bounded up to him. “oh, ivy! it’s good to see you.”

so laurance clearly has not told him yet.

ivy tilts her head in seemingly innocent wonder. “what’re you doing talking to this freshman?”

and apparently you’re not here. cool.

garroth turns to the two of us, the unaware “prince” gesturing to the girl as she burns holes into our figures with her bright eyes. “have you two met ivy? she’s a friend of mine.”

she quickly latches onto his words, quickly adding on before you or aphmau can open your mouths. “yes, i’ve been his friend since we were freshmen.”

you resist the urge to side-eye aphmau, instead keeping your composure as she speaks up first.

“oh, i see… so you've been friends for a long time, then.”

“yes, we have,” she preens, her smile sharp as she looks between you two with a satisfied twinkle in her eyes.

garroth nods politely. “yeah, ivy’s really sweet.” he looks over to her while gesturing to you. “i’ve been friends with these two since we were little kids.”

it takes everything in you to not smile in your own satisfaction when her eyes just about bulge out of her head for a split second, her smile tensing. “oh, really…! that’s so… cute!”

garroth chuckles. “isn’t it?”

“yeah, isn’t it?” you can’t help but chime in, and ivy’s eyes flock to you with a flare of barely veiled annoyance.

“it sure… is…” she says through gritted teeth.

man, she’s losing it. you’d almost feel second hand embarrassment for her if you weren’t reeling in the satisfaction of it.

“so! i meant to ask,” aphmau chirps, doing a very good job of ignoring her history with ivy’s wrath. “where’s laurance at?”

“he’s already playing a soccer match. his team went first against… the junior class, i think…”

she blows her bangs away from her face. “oh, so the competition has already started, huh?”

“speaking of which, garrith, we should go warm up! our team is next!” she glances over at you, eyes darting down your figure and back up to your face. “you’re not on our team… are you?”

“…nope.”

“ah, unfortunate. she’s pretty good at sports,” garroth says, throwing a small smile your way.

“thanks, garroth. i’m sure you guys will do great.”

“okay, come on garrith!”

garroth’s smile falters as he awkwardly looks over to her. “oh, right. but, uh… ivy? it’s pronounced gar-roth.”

“i know, garrith, but we really should go!” she insists, grabbing onto his wrist and tugging him along with her.

he keeps his smile though it falters into an uncomfortable and slightly forced one. letting her guide him along, he looks back at you two with a wave.

“see you both later. good luck.”

“yep! you too!” aphmau grins, and you wave back with a smile yourself.

the two walk off toward the sophomore class’s flag football group.

you look at aphmau.

she looks at you.

“...a mess.”

“for real.” aphmau agrees, sighing and rolling her eyes.

“well, i’m gonna go to the restroom. you up to play?”

“yep, i’m on the team for soccer. what about you?”

“ooh, i bet you’ll crush it. kate’s having me play for the volleyball team. good luck!”

aphmau smiles, waving excitedly. “you too!”

thankfully the school has some restrooms outside, making your walk much shorter. by instinct you walk down to the furthest stall, clicking the door shut. before you could even turn around the door swings open again, ivy’s shrill voice bouncing off the concrete and tiled room.

“who the fuck do those two think they are?!” she snips, her tennis shoes clicking against the floor as she pushes on each stall door to check inside.

“they think they’re hot shit,” a more mellowed voice says. was that lily? or the alex girl that rarely talked…?

ivy’s feet stop just before your stall, spinning around to pace over to the sinks. “i thought i saw her come in here… whatever. i came in here to fix my hair anyways. ugh. i thought i told them to stay away from him! those… whores!”

you suppress the urge to scoff.

“well… you did tell them, and then she gave you a black eye.”

ivy makes a seething noise. “that bitch! she didn’t even show anything! i know i broke her nose!”

“whatever. if gene still has those pictures like he says he does then it doesn’t matter. we can ruin their reputation within a day.”

shit.

this seems to calm her rage. just slightly.

“yeah, that’ll get them away from him. plus if we circulate the other rumors around like we talked about then garrith won’t even want to be near them.”

“oh, yeah. that reminds me… i heard that those two were hanging out with garroth at the fall festival a couple of weekends ago.”

“what?! from who?!”

“gene.”

“there's no way! that's just gene trying to get under my skin! i thought he was on our side!”

“whatever. we just need him to be enough on our side to get those pictures out. and even if he doesn’t, we can still spread rumors.”

“yeah! yeah… i’m sure they sleep around anyways. with how they beg for garrith and that laurance’s attention it’s pretty obvious they want that kind of attention. they’re so pathetic, especially aphmau. that little cunt is just begging for one of them to—”

hell no.

your hand races forward to click open the lock, and you throw open the stall door against the wall. it clangs before creaking and wobbling in the now pin-dropping silence of the bathroom as you slowly walk out of the cubicle. the three girls are standing there, looking a bit shocked and surprised at your appearance.

well, ivy and lily, at least. alex looks as blank-faced as usual.

without a word you walk to the door, eyes glued to ivy’s while you resist the urge to punch out her other eye. cracking open the door you pause, looking back to the girl once again and taking in a rageful breath.

“you better fucking hope i don’t catch you alone, ivy.”

you turn out of the bathroom and slam the door shut, teeth clacking together and fists clenched as you walk towards the temporary volleyball court set up near the soccer field.

damn. you forgot you had to pee.

“woah, you look pissed.”

travis appears by your side, looking genuinely concerned with raised brows and curious eyes.

“kinda hot.” dante appears on your other side, biting his lip and waggling his brows.

the brace-faced boy sends a scorning glare to his friend. “dude, not her!”

“chill! i’m just messing around… sort of. besides, gene’s mentioned her a few times, so i know she’s cool. can’t blame me for shooting my shot.”

you sigh and shake your head, some of the tension leaving your shoulders as you fall victim to the goofy antics of the dorks next to you.

“gene’s mentioned me, huh?” you ask, glancing at dante. “i forgot he’s your brother.”

you press your lips together. that’s right, maria. guess she still thinks you’re “friends” with gene.

he grins. “yeah, he’s pretty cool. he talks about you to my mom sometimes. you both hang out often?”

your eyes dart to travis, who is looking at you nervously.

“…we haven’t lately.”

“oh, that’s too bad, i guess,” dante hums.

“you’re sure you’re not mad? it’s not at me from earlier, right?!” travis worries, cutting off the topic of gene to your relief.

“huh? no, why would i be?”

he deflates in relief. “uh, nothing! never mind, never mind.”

“…alright. well, what sport are you two heading to?” you ask, rolling your shoulders back.

“well… we actually are the refs for the volleyball match.”

you raise an eyebrow. “both of you are? how’d you manage to get out of having to compete?”

“we both signed up as volunteers, just like some kids are doing the concessions,” dante says rather smugly, lifting up a candy bar and waving it in the air.

“great… you two wouldn’t have any ulterior motives here, would you?” you narrow your eyes, looking over to travis. “perhaps with a certain captain in mind?”

“what?” travis stutters. “you’re the second one to accuse me of that! i’d never purposefully screw up the scorecard to get her to yell at me!”

“…uh-huh…”

the principal’s voice cuts through the stadium speakers. “our 3rd round of events today is soccer and volleyball! for soccer, we’ll have the freshmen versus our juniors, and for volleyball, we have sophomores versus seniors! good luck out there!”

you spin on your heels, walking backward onto the sand court and motioning towards the two boys with your fingers in an 'i’m watching you' motion. katelyn—to no one's surprise—is already there and fired up, hyping up teony to do her best as she stretches her arms. her head whips to you when she catches your figure from the corner of her eye, rushing forward to grab you.

“dude, where were you? come on, the game’s gonna start. you’re the outside hitter, okay?” she says, and you simply nod along as your previous anger seems to bubble up and surface again.

this should be a good way to release some steam.

teony gives you a strange look before getting in position at the back of the court. you must not have been hiding your expression as well as you thought you were.

the match went pretty well, and once katelyn realized you were putting your full force into your spikes she consistently set the ball towards you, leaving your dominant arm sore and chest heaving.

“hey! good job!” laurance calls from the sidelines, grinning brightly. his face was sheened with a layer of sweat, strands of his caramel hair stuck to his cheeks and forehead.

garroth stands next to him, looking out of breath like he had just sprinted across the campus field. he grins, holding up two big thumbs up at your team.

“um, that wasn’t game point,” travis pipes up, making all of you turn your heads to the boy.

immediately he looks nervous, tapping his fingers together and waving the flimsy score board in his hand. oh, travis. that’s one way to get your crush’s attention… that’s for sure.

“what?! there’s no way! let me see that!”

deciding to stay out of…whatever was going to go down there, you jog over to the boys with a smile.

“hey! how’d you guys do?”

“decent. i’m not too into football, and my teammates didn’t seem as into the game, either.” garroth shrugs.

“not too bad for me, either. you know i love soccer, so it was just like a fun practice for me.” laurance says, glancing over to the field. “the game aphmau was playing just ended, she did pretty good too—especially against that aaron guy. it was kinda funny seeing her zip around him.”

you chuckle at the thought. “yeah, i bet.”

“what a close call for that soccer game! but the winner of the soccer match is the freshman class! the mvps of this match are aaron from the junior class and aphmau from the freshman class! man, i can't wait to see what else goes on in this tournament today! it is such a heated rivalry!”

you look over to the field, watching as little aph herself shoots a sassy look to aaron and walks off with attitude in her steps.

“there she goes!” garroth muses.

“baby’s first medal?” laurance adds, and you whip your head to him with a wide smile.

“baby’s first medal!”

“baby?” garroth questions, looking lost as ever as he looks between you two.

katelyn’s shout and a loud thud meets your ears.

“this judge is bogus! he’s clearly blind!”

“katelyn! you can’t just hit people with volleyballs when you’re upset! i’m pretty sure you’ve hit travis alone on three different occasions!”

“i don’t care, this is stupid!”

travis groans from the ground, and teony sighs as she helps him to his feet. “…i’ll take you to the nurse. kate, go… walk it off while they figure it out.”

“…that’s katelyn for you,” garroth murmurs as she stomps over to you three. “you alright?”

“yeah.” she puffs out her lips in annoyance. “i kinda feel bad for blowing up on him, but it’s like he was keeping the wrong score on purpose!”

“well, it’ll be fine. you did really good regardless, kate!” you say, very carefully choosing not to say a word about travis’s intentions.

“yeah, both of you did,” laurance chimes, eyebrows raised with an impressed stare. “i just kinda was able to catch the end of the game, but you didn't look like you were holding back on those spikes at all.”

katelyn nods, crossing her arms.

“yeah, i’m for sure forcing her to join the team next year. she’s good.” she glances over to you. “but you did seem a little off. you good?”

shrugging, you awkwardly cross your arms. “uh… about that…”

“did something happen?” garroth frowns.

“i had a run-in with ivy in the bathrooms.” you admit. “she was saying really nasty stuff about me and aph… and i think she’s planning on spreading some rumors around about us.”

“…what? are you sure?” his frown deepens. “ivy wouldn’t do that, would she?”

kate and laurance look over at him with blank stares.

“did you not tell him, laurance?” katelyn scoffs.

“tell me what?” garroth asks impatiently.

“not yet… ugh…” the brunet groans, grabbing onto garroth’s arm and beginning to drag him away. “let’s talk, man.”

“okay?” he stumbles along, the lost look in his eyes still highly apparent.

“great, now i’m even more mad!” kate seethes. “where is she?!”

“woah, woah!” you wave your hands before steadying them on her shoulders. “just chill for a second. i already threatened her today, let’s not get into any trouble.”

she sighs. “fine. but if i catch her by herself it’s not gonna be pretty.”

“that’s what i said.”

“oh!” she suddenly yanks your arm, pulling you along like a woman on a mission towards the track. “there’s lucinda! we’re telling her right now!”

☆

“are you serious?” lucinda scoffs, legs crossed as you all sit at the top of the bleachers. “look, i know you rejected the potion in the food idea, but an overdose on laxatives is an option, too.”

you rub your eyes, glancing down to the track where aphmau was warming up for her race. “as tempting as it is, i want to let her destroy herself. she thinks because she’s more popular than we are that everyone will have to believe her. but as long as you guys and the rest of our friends know the truth, her rumors won’t mean anything and she’ll destroy her own reputation.”

“leaving it up to karma, huh? that’s fair.” lucinda sighs, leaning back on her arms. “i guess. still wanna make her shit her pants, but to each their own.”

“lucy!” you laugh, leaning into her shoulder.

“no, no, she has a good point,” katelyn says, before leaning forward. “oh, there’s prince charming.”

you glance down, garroth’s golden curls coming into view as he hops his way up the bleachers stairs to your direction. his eyebrows are pulled together as he keeps his eyes trained on the metal steps.

kate stands with a sigh, pulling lucinda up with her. “come on. i think they need to talk alone for a second. plus, i want some chips from the concessions before my next game.”

“fine, i could go for a snack, too.” the redhead sighs, waving her fingers at you and squeezing your hands. “bye, my love!”

you wave the two girls off, before shooting over and patting the seat next to you for garroth to sit. he slinks down into the spot, sighing and leaning forward on his elbows while staring out at the track.

“hi.”

“hey.”

he straightens up with a deep breath, turning to you with a troubled expression. “i didn’t mean to sound like i didn’t believe you earlier, i was just surprised.”

you smile at the genuine guilt in his eyes. sweet garroth.

“i know. sorry i didn’t tell you about everything sooner.”

“it’s… okay. laurance explained it all.” he frowns. “i just feel bad.”

you intake a breath to reply, but he cuts you off, raising his hands up.

“not because i think it’s my fault. trust me, laurance lectured my ear off about that.” he leans back, sighing. “just… i feel like i could’ve, like, protected you a bit from all of that if i had known.”

“garroth…”

“promise you’ll tell me if you’re having trouble from now on?” he grabs onto your wrist, looking pleadingly into your eyes with his own. “please promise me. you’re one of my best friends.”

“i promise.”

“good. i promise i’ll tell you everything, too.” he leans forward, pulling you into a hug. “i know we don’t remember much from our childhood, but we’ve been friends for a long time, right? i promise i care way more about you than whatever anyone else at this school has to say about you.”

“…thank you,” you whisper. something about his genuine care has you blinking back the urge to cry, gulping from the surge of emotions that gathered in the base of your throat.

you both pull back from the hug, and garroth smiles that stupidly dazzling smile. “of course.”

the track’s starter gun startles you from the heartfelt moment, making you both jump in place as you look down at the relay race below.

“wait… is aphmau going against aaron at the end? who the heck thought that was a good idea?” garroth blinks, staring at the two in bewilderment. “the guy’s over a foot taller than her!”

you hum in equal confusion, slowly standing and making your way to the stairs. “yeah, that is weird… c’mon. let’s get closer.”

the teams are already on their third hand off by the time you’re both at the bottom of the bleachers, the two runners making their way to aphmau and aaron before handing off the batons. instead of the taller boy completely leaning aph in the dust, he surprisingly keeps her pace before seeing to a stop in the middle of the track.

“huh?” garroth murmurs, and it seems aphmau carries the same sentiment as she slows, turning to aaron with a baffled look of her own.

they’re too far from you to hear what they were saying, but based on his smug look and her peeved expression, his act of stopping seemed more like a taunt than an act of sportsmanship.

aphmau sends a sassy remark to aaron and that seems to stop their strange standstill, as the six-foot-something junior takes off sprinting towards the finish line. she turns, amber eyes wide and mouth agape in shock as she stands in place and watches as he passes the finish line in seconds.

“i can’t believe you fell for that,” he snickers, seeming to deeply relish the look on her face before turning and waltzing away with a smug look on his face.

aphmau’s face contorts from one of bafflement to one of absolute infuriation, and she takes a few steps forward like she was about to go try and tackle the guy herself.

“wh—you! i’m gonna—!” she fumes, unable to even get a sentence out in her frustration.

“woah, aphmau! stop, it’s over!” garroth calls out, trying to calm her as he waves his hands while you both jog over to her.

“he tricked me!” she insists, nose wrinkled like she’d swallowed something bitter.

“...i'm not sure what happened there, but you both ran a good match.” he rubs the back of his neck, chuckling. “well, until the end, that is.”

aphmau deflates, tensely laughing away the rest of her frustration. “yeah… thanks garroth.”

he nods proudly, crossing his arms. “you’re welcome.”

the rest of the festival flies by, with thankfully not many more appearances from ivy’s group or even sightings of the shadow knights. after freshening up in the locker room, you’d waited thirty minutes on the bench, occasionally sending aph a few texts.

you: are you coming to the locker room before walking home?

delivered, 3:42

you: hello?

delivered, 3:55

you: are you okay??

delivered, 4:00

when ten more minutes had passed with no response, you’d felt the anxiety you’d been suppressing come in full force. with hands jittering and head a bit dizzy, you pushed through the girls locker room doors, beginning your search of the now empty school.

from each of the classrooms you knew she had classes in, to all of the bathrooms, and even the cafeteria, she wasn’t anywhere in any rooms of the school you searched. you even ran back outside, searching the outdoor bathrooms—and even briefly looking in the boy’s restroom in your desperation—to no avail.

calm down. you’re on campus, there’s no way something awful happened to her on campus.

hands shaking, you pull your phone out again, attempting to call her phone one last time. staring at a spot in the grass, you listen to the dial of the phone ringing while a faint buzzing in your ears blocked out any other ambient noise.

“your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. at the tone, please recor—”

ripping the phone away from your face, you hang up and catch your breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

it’s okay. it’s okay. she probably walked home and her phone died or something. you can walk to her house and check with sylvanna, and if she isn’t there… then you can panic.

quickly you find yourself super walking down the sidewalk to your house, eyes drifting to each black vehicle that passed on the road and steps stuttering anytime one of them seemed to slow.

you hate this feeling. the one you felt anytime you went anywhere back in your old town. the weak shakiness of prey stuck in a hunter's trap desperately trying to escape it but unable to find the strength, and unknowing of when the hunter was going to come find you. it was a sick, nearly paralyzing rush through your nervous system, crowding your head and making you both aware of everything and too dizzy to focus on one thing.

did they find you again?

were you risking your friends’ lives by being around them?

did they get aph?

did you kill her when you chose to be her friend?

“wait for me!”

you almost faint from how quickly you turn around, eyes wide as you focus in on aphmau clumsily running after you—face red and hair frazzled.

“o-m-g, that was so embarrassing!” she heaves, stopping in front of you. “sorry i didn’t respond to your text! you won’t believe what just happened to—oh—!”

you reach forward, pulling aphmau into a tight hug. suddenly you hear the birdsong in the trees again. the rushing of cars on the street next to you. your blood is suddenly swirling in your head.

“woah… are you okay? you’re shaking, like, really bad…”

a second passes before you pull away, taking in a gulp of air. “yeah, i’m fine.”

“and you’re really pale,” aphmau says, thin eyebrows pinched together before she gasps. “oh, did i worry you? i’m so, so sorry! i can explain what happened on the way, okay?”

her eyes are full of a worry you hadn’t quite seen before. did you look that upset?

“okay, yeah. i’m fine. i’m fine.” you reassure, wiping away the cold sweat from the back of your neck with a grimace.

aphmau hums, the noise shaky and unsure, before reaching out to take your free hand. “okay. maybe you can come have dinner with me and my mom tonight! i think she said she was going to make empanadas tonight. you know what those are, right?”

“yeah…”

“great! well, my mom’s empanadas are the best, so you can try them! oh yeah, i was gonna tell you what happened, right? so…”

you don’t mean to, but your focus drifts from aphmau’s actual words to just the sound of her voice, eyes drifting to the sidewalk ahead. the feeling of her smaller hand holding yours was somehow comforting despite how it gently and barely seemed to even squeeze yours.

you still feel high-strung, but as the initial adrenaline finally leaves your body you feel a wave of exhaustion and… a bit of embarrassment. it seems a bit dramatic, what you just did. after all, aph is perfectly fine right here. you were acting like an overly anxious parent or older sister, and the two of you aren’t even related to each other.

“…and she shoved me in the locker! can you believe that? what kind of girl fake cries in the boys' locker room and then traps another girl in there?! i thought she was really in trouble!”

“wait, what?” you blink, whipping your head over to her as you process her words. “who did?”

“ivy! she shoved me in the locker! and i didn’t have my phone 'cause it was still in my bag, so i just had to wait there until—guess who?!—aaron let me out! she stuck me in aaron lycan’s locker!”

a wave of anger resurfaces, sending black spots into your vision. once again, another problem caused by that insufferable prick.

“i’m gonna fucking kill her.”

“what!” aphmau laughs, squeezing your hand. “woah, your face is scaring me! calm down!”

she swerves you off the sidewalk and into her yard, pulling you closer to her front door. “let’s think about empanadas instead! mhm, mhm! and pepsi… and ice cream… and we can watch a movie or episode of something before we have a very calm and peaceful rest for school tomorrow.”

“…okay.” you sigh, pulling in a tense breath. “okay. that sounds nice… let’s do it.”

“yay!”

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cerezzzita · 1 year ago

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🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Sugarcoating ✦ 3Dante x Fem!Reader

⌕ summary: Dante purposes that you two should kiss, and is not a big deal. After all, friends does this, too.

notes: to start the month with some goodies, let's have some smoochies! (Jesus Christ, why am I like that) hello y'all, how's it going? so, yeah, was feeling in the mood for writing a kiss/making-out scene and, well, no one better than Dante, right? right! in advance, I apologize because I tend to suck at kiss scenes and so so sooo sorry for the end being sorta turn-off. really, i was just excited to post it already after the feedback I had with the sneak peak. anyways, enjoy the reading!

♡ word count: 970

♡ tags: fem!reader, no use of pronouns (you/yours only), no description of reader's appearance, use of pet names, kissing, making-out, slightly suggestive but nothing explicit (it got hottie hottie at some point, i think), Dante tastes as strawberry and vanilla because I said so, 3Dante my beloved bf and mentions of friends with benefits.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

"What if we kissed?"

Your irises, focused before on the vast pages of the magazine, took an interested route to the owner of the question. Usually sitting with his feet up on the shop's wooden table, Dante's heavenly eyes gazed at you, curiously, brow arched and a wolfish grin summoned to his lips.

"What?" Your voice had come up with a high pitch.

"You heard me, angelcake," now the jovial Devil Hunter propped his chin on one hand, blinking both eyes with a certain air of grace. "You're a babe, I'm a hot stuff; I only see the pros." Dante shrugged as he finished his sentence.

Your reply was a short, airy laugh. Closing the random magazine in your hands, you adjusted your body on the sofa that was in front of Dante's desk, with your legs duly intertwined and, smiling a little, imitated the chin placed in the palm.

"Until yesterday, we were just friends considering — in your words — your bad luck with the ladies."

"Bingo," he snapped his fingers, not avoiding his turn to chuckle, "However, you are one of the few ladies to have ever shot me in the forehead."

"Really? Because the way you piss me off sometimes…"

"Ouch, baby, it's part of my charm. Anyway, what if we really kissed?" This time, Dante's inquiry came with an edge of seriousness, and you engaged in debate with your train of thought and the stations through which it passed.

Okay, Dante was eye candy without a doubt. Dangerously attractive and even if inconvenient in certain situations, you had to admit that he had an undeniable charisma and a generous heart.

Maybe he was also nice to kiss.

So why not?

It wasn't like the friendship between the two of you was going to end or wither because of a mere silly kiss…

You cleared your throat and rose from the sofa, tracing steps towards Dante, who was now smirking like he was the Cheshire Cat incarnate. Gone was all shyness and hesitation from the moment you walked around the table and placed yourself on the Devil Hunter's lap and wrapped your arms around his firm neck; cheeky, he let out a low chuckle of contentment.

"Is that a yes?" Dante's hands snaked stealthily up to grip your waist, an act that sent a rush of heat and shivers through you, and he felt it all too well, so much that his fingers began to caress your skin.

"Let's see if it is," determined, you calmly moved your face closer to Dante's until you felt the subtle brush of the tips of your noses and the warm breath against yours.

Quietly, you initiate the kiss. Sparda's handsome son made a sound akin to a pleasurable growl, moving his hands to your back and then lowering them to your thighs. You sighed. Until then, the movement of your lips had been carried out slowly and without much haste.

As if it were the beginning of a tasting.

Your fingers unconsciously tangled in the pale silk strands that were Dante's hair, he seemed to enjoy the touch. His lips were like velvet, a certain strawberry and vanilla flavor that when fused with the soft texture of his mouth, made you want more.

Dante, with some efficiency, had taken a slow nibble on your lower lip. The sensation was beneficial enough that your mouth opened, accompanied by a low, surprised moan, and then his smooth tongue darted in and involved with yours. Once a simple kiss, now it became hungry and voluptuous.

The half-demon greedily squeezed your thighs, grinning as another groan came from you; Dante stiffened and shivered as the scrape of your nail tips traveled down the back of his neck. He groaned too and then led the grips down to your ass, having the audacity to even give it a silent pat there.

You gasped from the lack of air and Dante's fiery acts that made your insides crackle like you were on fire. As you gasped, your mouths peeled off.

"Dante…" your bashful sigh brought another grunt of delight from the young Devil Hunter who was now finding refuge for his fervent mouth on the skin of your neck, gifting the curve with soft nips and lazy licks. "D-Dante…"

"Aw, baby…" you heard him suck in air through his teeth before giving you another lick, Dante was so caught up in the moment as you were that he started babbling disjointedly, "... Just like I imagined, you're sweet as hell, just the way I imagined it... So sweet, so delicious..."

His voice, husky and sly, made your muscles quiver and instinctively your thighs clenched together. Dante looked up and saw your irises hidden by your lashes and your head tilted back with brows positively twitching. He laughed, his eyes now blue like hellish flames and luscious.

You looked at him with half-closed eyelids and silently, flattening your hands on Dante's firm, strong chest. Much to your glee, he gave you a satisfied 'ooh'.

"Dante…"

"Yeah?"

Again, you sighed, more calmly than a few minutes ago.

"I…" you bit your lip, feeling abruptly self-conscious at the way Dante's ice blue colored orbs roamed over your figure. Worth mentioning, the young son of Sparda's hands were still placed on your ass. "Hm…"

"Lost your tongue all of a sudden, angel?"

"Hm, maybe she's still tangled up in yours," you shrugged, putting on a petit smile.

"Naughty," Dante chuckled, "Want to see if she's really tangled up in mine?"

"Now that you mention it, I do."

On this specific time, it was the half-demon who had kissed you passionately, with you again moaning in delight as you savoured his sweet tongue inside your mouth. You both smiled over each other's lips.

If your friendship continued sugarcoated like that, so be it.

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alessiathepirate · 11 months ago

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Fast X

LAVENDER NAIL POLISH: Dante Reyes x fem!reader

Summary: Sitting at the table with Dante as he paints her nails, makes her wonder why he's doing that in the first place.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

For my friend who watched these movies with me during a movie night - I love you girl <3

Warnings: none

•••

She knew for a fact that there were many things in this world she should've considered as unnerving - like racing itself with all the possible consequences. Yet the scariest thing on Earth for her in that very moment was one of the most common things possible: nail polish.

She pulled off many dangerous stunts, she almost got caught by the police more times than she could count; yet that little tube full of colorful liquid was far more frightening than that.

She didn't choose the color, he did. He was the one holding her hand in place as he painted her nails to a light shade of purple too. Perhaps in another situation she would've found it a nice color and a nice gesture - but she found it scary instead.

He never touched her or made her do stuff before. She was never even tied up or anything. It was new - completely new and that's why it scared her so much.

"Am I going somewhere?" she asked as she watched him work on her nails - she was quite jealous when she noticed that he did a better job than she usually did.

The question was meant as 'Am I going somewhere with you?'. She never saw where he went, she only stayed at the hotel rooms he rented for the occasion. But he talked about it - he liked to talk a lot. It was more like ranting - Dom Toretto this, Dom Toretto that, he did this so I did that. That's why she ended up with him in the first place, because Dom Toretto did that.

The first day she had to spend with Dante Reyes was the first day she realized that being a part of Dom's family isn't that much fun all the time.

"We are going to a race, darling." he let go of her hand with a girly movement after he blew on her freshly painted fingernails, and for a second she thought that he's mocking her. "Now give me your other hand."

She did as her eyes lit up at the word - race. She hadn't had the change to take part in one since forever - or watch one at the very least. A race, she'll finally go to a race.

"Where?" Dante actually chuckled at the excitement in her voice - and she never thought he could chuckle without being psychotic or sarcastic.

"We're going straight to Rio de Janeiro." he took a hold of her other hand as he answered and soon her nail on her pinky finger was purple as well. "After your nails are done."

Her excitement stopped for a moment - Rio de Janeiro. Her, Dante and Rio de Janeiro. That sounded like a not so good idea, especially because she had a feeling that Dom will be there too. That's why she'll be there. So Dante can show her off - so he can show that he has her, a part of Dom's family.

She tried to ignore that thought, she should talk about something else.

"Why purple?"

"Lavender." he corrected her with an 'are you this dumb' look on his face.

"So why lavender?" she asked as she purposefully changed her tone on the word lavender.

"Because I have to match my car..." he explained. "And you have to match me."

She tilted her head a bit - trying to hide the sudden pain in her heart at what she just heard. Only then did she notice that his nails were the same color as hers.

"Must be a nice car." she said instead of questioning it any further. "And a nice choice in color. It's pretty."

"Yes, that's what I'm talking about!" Dante spoke up with a shout as if she'd be the first one to think so. "You see, sometimes we have to let go of all that masculinity. And on the other hand, it'll look good on you too."

She didn't know if she should be flattered or not.

"You know." she began saying as Dante finished with the nail polish and let go of her hand completely. "In a different world we'd actually be pretty good friends."

"We'll be in this one too. Eventually." he put the nail polish aside and crossed his legs as they sat at the table together, looking at the other without saying a word.

Is he mocking her, she had to ask herself again.

If she didn't know about his vendetta against Dom, she'd maybe consider him less psychotic, but still kind of crazy. Maybe then he'd be more funny too. Dante sitting there with a bathrobe on, with his hair up in two small buns was actually funny and oddly enough, friendly. He still seemed strange, but he seemed less like a guy who murders people for fun.

"Continue on with the princess treatment and we might be." she joked. "Will we wear matching clothes too?"

"Of course we will!"

"Of course we will." she repeated. "Because you're a show off."

"I never said I wasn't."

"Dom will be there, won't he?" she asked with a slight head tilt. "That's why I'm going with you. So you can show me off."

"Clever girl..." Dante praised as he patted the top of her hand with his. "But you should go get ready, because this will be a race you won't want to miss." he then stood up and left her alone in the kitchen - but later on he shouted: "I'll go wash my hair until you get ready!"

And she laughed. Not chuckled quietly like she used to - but laughed.

Perhaps if Dante would be a bit less psychotic, she could let herself like him a lot more. Perheps she'd actually like him.

Then, perhaps, she'd actually have the bravery to admit to herself that she already does.

#fast x #fast and furious 10 #fast and furious x reader #dante reyes #dante reyes x reader #dante reyes x fem!reader

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years ago

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Won't You Kiss Me Once, Baby?(Dmc3!Dante x Fem!Reader)

warnings: mentions of biting, some BDSM components, handcuffing, unprotected sex, mentions of heat/breeding cycle, use of sex toys, muzzling, subby Dante, DMC3!Dante word count: 1.7k pairings: DMC3!Dante x Fem!Reader a/n: this based on @tradgothprompto amazing idea!!! Sorry it took forever and a day to write this, but I promise it's good. I also tag @still-jack-but-am-i-back

You and Dante had met through Lady. She had introduced you two one night while having some drinks at the bar. And from the moment you laid eyes on one another, it was like love at first sight. Dante was completely smitten by you, and he did everything he could that night to flirt with you and try to impress you.

It took him a while to grow to trust you. It scared him a little to have such feelings like this. They were so deep for you and he wanted to be truthful and honest, but he was worried he was going to get rejected. Then when he finally realized you liked him just as much as he liked you, he opened up to you. He told you about his heritage, his family, his fears, his hopes and his dreams. And in turn, you opened up to him as well. You were both so smitten with one another.

As you two grew closer together, so did you grow in terms of intimacy. Dante and you explored many facets of pleasure together, finding out exactly how to please one another so well. Eventually, you had his whole body mapped out just as he did with yours. You were the person to take Dante’s virginity, which he was so grateful for.

Things changed when his first heat hit. And it hit him so hard. You were bruised and exhausted for days afterward. It had been so brutal and so intense, and you hadn’t known how to truly prepare for something like that. Dante didn’t even realize that something like that could affect him. It was all new to him just as it was new to you. So the next time it happened, you made sure to prepare for it. Lots of sports drinks, ice packs and long baths would be the things you’d use to soothe your aches and exhaustion.

With time, you both found a way to deal with his heat comfortably. Except for one factor. Dante had a hard time not marking you up. His teeth just longed to pierce your delicate skin. He needed to make you bleed and have these beautiful purple and blue marks on your neck and chest. He’d bite you almost anywhere.

Eventually you were fed up with this. After one particularly passionate breeding cycle, you found your neck and tits to be so sore from him biting and nipping you too much. And it was much too hard as well. You had bruises and bite marks littering your skin, and the first night after he fucked you, it was so sore.

“Dante,” you started as you walked over to his desk. “You’ve got to stop biting me.”

Dante sits at his desk, his long legs stretched out as he reads one of his dirty magazines. He looks up at you, a sheepish grin on his face. He puts the magazine down to give you his full attention, which makes you happy.

“Awhh, baby, you know I can’t help it.”

You narrowed your eyes, “I know it’s hard for you, but it hurts, baby.”

Dante’s grin falters as you pull down the hem of your shirt to show him the bruises and bite marks from the last breeding cycle. It’s all red, purple and angry looking. While in the moment, he doesn’t realize how hard he’s biting and now he sees he was being too rough.

“Shit…baby, I’m so sorry.” He says, his voice almost a whisper.

He gets up from his desk and he wraps his arms around you. Tenderly, he presses kisses to your wounds and whispers sweet words of love. He feels so guilty for causing all of this. He knows he can’t be this rough, but it becomes so hard to stop himself when he gets started.

“Angel, I am so sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

You spent the whole night wrapped up in his arms, kissed and cuddled. But you knew you needed to make sure it didn’t happen this way the next time. You were going to make sure you were going to be able to handle anything he throws at you.

So you found help at the local sex store. The shopkeeper and you discussed lots of options to bound and potentially gag your super strong boyfriend. But it’s when your eyes fell on the leather and mesh muzzle that you realized how this would play out. You knew this would be the perfect option to keep Dante from hurting you like that. You returned home to Devil May Cry with your purchases carefully tucked under your arm. And you waited with bated breath for the next time Dante would go into heat.

This time, you’d be prepared…

The tell tale signs of his heat were apparent. Dante became clingier, needier and whinier. He even nested, which for him meant making your shared bed even more cozy with added cushions, pillows and blankets. It wouldn’t be long now until he would begin to pounce on you.

As soon as Dante begins pawing at you, you know you have no choice but to react. You lead him into the bedroom, your giggles only turning him on even more. He knew you had bought something to help with the biting, but he didn’t know what it was exactly.

“Baby,” you coo softly. “Get on the bed please.”

Dante doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s quick to hop on the bed, eyes heavy with lust and his hand palming his obvious erection through his pants. He’s so excited now. He’s watching you carefully as you gather your things from under the bed. You begin with the choker with the ring meant for a leash. Gently, you help him get it on his neck. He moans loudly when you fasten it tightly.

“Oh fuck, baby…” he whines.

You help him undress now, and his cock is already so red and leaking. He’s been pent up for a bit now. You know that this will be to both of your benefit if you take charge of the situation.

“Are you going to be a good boy?” you ask as you grab his wrists.

Dante nods frantically as you begin handcuffing him to the bed posts. You’re worried that he may still break them, but you know it’s for your own good to try. Besides, even if he breaks them, he’ll have to take it easy considering he promised he would.

“Need to hear you say it, baby. Use your words.” You tell him, tugging on the ring from his choker slightly.

Dante pants. “I’ll be a good boy. I promise.”

Then once he’s handcuffed and collared, that’s when you present the muzzle to him. The sounds that come from him are so erotic. He’s beyond excited now, and you can tell the heat is hitting him harder now that he’s all bound up.

“Awh, what a good boy you are, Dante.”

Finally you begin the process of putting on the muzzle. His eyes widen when he sees it. He knows better than to oppose it given what happened to you the last time he went into heat. He begins shaking his head though, trying to stop you from doing this even though he knows he can’t.

“Please no, baby. I wanna be able to kiss you.”

You make a big show of considering it before continuing your task of placing the muzzle on him. He howls and whines the whole time, and eventually it all becomes muffled as you place the muzzle on completely. He looks at you, a sad look in his eyes.

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll take it off for a bit so you can kiss me.” You tell him. “And if you’re really really good, you can lick my pussy.”

This makes him perk right up. He’s laying down and he’s watching your every move now. You get up off the bed, making sure to check every handcuff and every little thing so that it’s perfect for your next task.

“My pretty baby, “you coo softly.

You start slowly, grasping his leaking length. You begin to pump him in your hand and he’s just whining and moaning under his muzzle. All the sounds are muffled underneath that pretty muzzle you bought for him.

You pull out the final item, a wand vibrator. There’s a mischievous look in your eyes now as you show it to him. Dante grunts as you turn it on, pressing it to the underside of his cock. This makes him buck up instantly.

“You like that, huh?” you ask him and he’s nodding frantically.

You love the way he’s completely at your mercy now. You know you could have so much fun teasing him, but you won’t do it for much longer. You hold the vibrator to his cock a little longer before laying it on the bed. Then you begin to strip in front of him, making him moan and whine for you even more.

“Shhh, be a good boy. You promised.”

He doesn’t need much more to quiet down, but a few moans and whimpers slip from him as you crawl on top of him. He’s begging you a bit now to take off the muzzle, but you don’t dare do that.

“We had an agreement, baby.” You remind him as you straddle him. A loud groan is heard from him.

His leaking cock prods your little hole before you sink down onto him. You begin riding him, slow and steady. The whole time, Dante is begging and pleading and basically crying now. He sounds so pathetic, you’re not sure you’ve ever heard him sound like this before.

Eventually, you get into a nice rhythm. You’re losing yourself to the pleasure so much that you don’t even realize how the room seems to be getting hotter. And the red sparks that are flashing in the air, you barely pay them any mind. But it’s the sudden sound of metal clinking that catches your attention. It’s much too late now though.

Crack…ripppppp!

Suddenly, you’re on your back and Dante is hovering over you. His eyes glow red and his fangs seem even more piercing than usual. This is when you realize that you might have pushed him too far by muzzling him and handcuffing him.

“Silly human,” Dante purrs. “Did you forget who you were dealing with?”

Before your very eyes, Dante gathers the energy to trigger. And when you see him in this form, you know you’re in for a long night.

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beccalovesyu · 5 months ago

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nick wayne x female reader? fluff please ☺️ the reader is hook’s younger sister and she has a huge crush on nick. but hook goes into big brother protection mode so dante and darius help her out by setting them up. and eventually hook (and taz) approve of them

Sorry it took a little bit I tried my best 🤍

The secret

Pairing: fem! Reader x Nick Wayne

Warnings: arguing with hook/ Tyler, any grammar mistakes I made, swearing

Genre: fluff

masterlist

< oneshot >

( not my gifs )

Backstory: read the request ☝️ ( that was actually so perfect )

You were playing truth or dare with Darius and Dante. You picked truth because the last dare was discussing you never wanted to do a dare again.

Dante: “ y/n truth or dare “

Y/n: “ truth “

Dante: “ why you scared we’ll make you eat cat food mixed with crayons again? “

Y/n: “ yes, I’m never coloring again. “

Dante: “ alright your truth is would you date anyone in our friend group? “

Y/n: “ why? “

Dante: “ because your alone “

Y/n: “ oh thanks Dante. anyways maybe “

Dante: “ who? “

Y/n: “ actually my turns over Darius truth or dare “

Darius: “ um uno reverse “

Y/n: “ hm? “

Darius: “ truth or dare “

Y/n: “ that’s not apart of the game “

Darius: “ it is now “

Y/n: “ that’s so unfair “

Dante: “ pick before I pick for you “

Y/n: “ alright alright truth “

Darius: “ who do you like at least give us a hit “

Y/n: “ fine he’s my age “

Dante: “ NICK FUCKING WAYNE?!? “

You were blushing to hard to get out of this.

Y/n: “ SHHH SHUT UPPP “

Darius: “ THEY CALL HIM NICK WAYNEEEE “

Y/n: “ omg. “

Dante: “ IM NICK WAYNE “

Y/n: “ Alr Alr you guys don’t need to sing the whole Thing “

After the game of truth or dare they keeps asking questions.

Dante: “ when are you guys getting together “

Darius: “ OH what about married “

Dante: “ can you name your kids after me “

Y/n: “ omg you guys are so childish “

They bugged you for the rest of the night about it. Until they FINALLY fell asleep.

The next day:

You woke up early to get to the gym before collision. You wore some black leggings and a dark blue sports bra. You got in the gym then started on the treadmills. You seen someone in the mirror behind you. It was Nick. You immediately got butterflies. He was so handsome and sweet. He’s was just so perfect. You always tried to talk to him without blushing but it never worked. At this point he has a nickname for you. “ pinky “ why name me after a finger??? You stopped the treadmill and caught your breath, then you walked over to him and greeted him with a huge smile. Then you heard the children.

Dante: “ hey lovebirds “

Y/n: “ Dante why are you literally a 6 year old “

Dante: “ hey that’s not nice “

Y/n: “ mhm “

Darius: “ nobody invited me to this wedding ? “

Y/n: “ oml “

Nick started laughing. You didn’t know if that was good or bad. Was he laughing at them or you?!?

Nick “ guys you were supposed to bring the cake “

Y/n: “ I’m Surrounded by children. “

Dante: “ you and Nick should get used to that “

Y/n: “ oml.. “

You were obviously embarrassed. You’ve had a crush on Nick since you met him. This whole thing was stupid they sounded like middle schoolers. Nick and you just kinda clicked it wasn’t hard to fall in love. You were just scared you would ruin your friendship. After dealing with the “ pre-k squad “ you finally finished your workout and you left for collision.

At the arena:

You seen your brother sitting on a crate eating chips obviously that’s all he does. He was more quiet and he Seemed mad? For once he didn’t have a poker face. You greeted him and you got no reply.

Y/n: “ hey Ty “

Tyler: “ .. “

Y/n: “ you ok? “

Tyler: “ I’m fine “

Y/n: “ are you mad at me? “

Tyler: “ stay away from Nick “

Y/n: “ why he’s my friend. “

Tyler: “ I heard him Talking to Sam ( darby ) just stay away “

Y/n: “ what’d he say? “

Tyler: “ don’t worry about it “

Y/n: “ but why if you won’t tell me why should I stay away “

Tyler: “ I just don’t want you around him end of conversation. “

You were pissed why does Tyler have any authority to tell you who to hang out with. Yeah he was your older brother but if anyone would tell you anything you would actually listen to was your dad Taz. So obviously you were gunna be sneaky about talking to him. And what did Nick say to Sam???

Earlier his pov:

I was Talking to my best friend for as long as I can remember. I was telling him about this girl about my crush.

Nick: “ this girl is so sweet and kind and she’s just so beautiful and I don’t know how to ask her out she’s the girl of my dreams can you help me please. “

Sam: “ who is she? “

Nick: “ Tyler’s little sister y/n “

Sam: “ be careful with her Nick her brother is really protective and her dad is well her dad is Taz “

Nick: “ I know but I really like her and I don’t care who her family is “

Sam: “ alright so try to give her compliments and laugh at any jokes she says even if they aren’t funny “

Nick: “ thanks Sam “

Sam: “ your welcome “

Later:

You seen Nick in the viewing room and you walked up to him to say hi. But that was short lived thanks to Tyler.

Y/n: “ heyyy nicky “

Nick: “ why are you whispering “

Y/n: “ because of my brother being annoying and mad about something. “

Nick: “ what’s he mad about and why does that explain why your whispering “

Y/n: “ he said that- “

Tyler: “ am I interrupting something “

Y/n: “ no Ty “

Nick: “ hey Tyler “

Tyler: “ mhm come on y/n “

Y/n: “ this shits unfair. “

You were pissed Tyler was being serious he didn’t want you around him he even was following you everywhere just so you wouldn’t talk to him it’s been multiple failed conversations with Nick and a week a whole week and Tyler hasn’t left your side all to make sure you wouldn’t talk to him. You were annoyed. you needed extra help. It was 2:00 Am and you were in your hotel room when you texted the “ pre-k “ brothers.

You had no idea how they would help you were actually a little scared.

Next Wednesday:

You finally got to the arena after a long flight with Ty. When you went in Dante immediately went up to Ty as if he was waiting even though that seemed creepy he actually got Ty away from you, you finally didn’t have him following you but where was Darius? You were walking to your locker room to get changed for your match because it was the starting match of the night when you seen a note on your door. What was this about? You took the Note that was taped on your door off of it and read it. “ meet in Nicks locker room after your match asap “ you were shocked was this plan actually working? You were so excited you couldn’t wait for your match to end and it didn’t even start. You got changed and waited for your music to hit you hit your opponent with a cutter and won the match. You rushed backstage and got a quick shower and got into some jean shorts and a plain black crop top. You were beyond scared and excited. You walked to Nicks locker room and knocked on the door when it was opened Darius was there it was so sweet a little indoor picnic that him and Sam set up for us. It turns out that Sam found out about the plan from Dante and he wanted to help too. There was one thing though Nick wasn’t there. You were confused but after Sam explained that Nick had a promo to film and he didn’t even know about this yet you understood. You eagerly waited for Nick to finish with his promo you were too excited. This was so cute the best little set up you ever seen you were beyond excited when you realized it would technically be a date. You seen the door handle move you immediately got butterflies in your stomach. When the door open it was Nick the most beautiful guy you’ve ever seen the sweetest guy you would ever meet. He seen you Sam and Darius and he seemed happy. He asked what this was and Darius was stupid and said it was your wedding Nick laughed at it then Sam explained what happened with Tyler and that this is your secret first date. You couldn’t stop smiling you were so happy to finally have a date with the guy of your dreams. Darius and Sam went out of the locker room and sat on a crate by the door so in case Ty tried anything he would hopefully… possibly be stopped. You sat on a blanket on the floor with Nick and a little basket full of snacks and some sandwiches. Nick sat across from you and was wearing a black shirt with some black jeans.

Y/n: “ hey Nicky “

Nick: “ hey pretty girl “

You obviously started blushing when he said that you just couldn’t get over his voice and how he said pretty girl.

Nick: “ or should I call you pinky “

Y/n: “ shush pretty boy “

There it was the nickname he came up with.

You talked for a little bit and had some laughs while eating your food. ( use your imagination because I’m not the best with conversations on dates 😭 )

Darius knocked on the door and asked if you were having fun and if you guys finished your food.

Darius: “ how’s the wedding going “

Y/n: “ amazing “

Nick: “ um the best obviously you planned it “

Darius: “ are you guys done eating? because when you are by the couch there’s a blanket, a stuffed animal, popcorn and the remote for the tv you guys can watch a movie or something if you want a longer date “

Y/n: “ a stuffed animal? “

Darius: “ yeah consider it a gift from Nick “

Nick: “ so that’s why you asked me to help pick out a stuffed animal for a girl “

Darius: “ yeah we were in the store for a hour because I wouldn’t tell him who it was for so he didn’t know what you liked but we settled on a blue Dinosaur just for you “

Y/n: “ awe that’s so sweet thank you “

Darius: “ don’t thank me thank him “

Darius left you to the rest of the date. You and Nick watched your favorite movie. And cuddled.

Nick: “ you know your really beautiful y/n “

Y/n: “ why thank you not to bad yourself “

Nick: “ how much luckier could I get I have you as a beautiful girlfriend “

Y/n: “ so it’s official? “

Nick: “ if you want it to be “

Y/n: “ of corse I would nicky “

Nick: “ my pinky “

You smiled while he kissed your forehead. You were so happy you finally had the guy of your dreams. But how would Ty react? You ended up falling asleep in nicks arms when you got woken up by a terrified Dante.

Dante: “ wake up I lost Ty he’s looking for you he’s gunna kill us if he finds out your in here “

Y/n: “ shit sorry Nicky I have to go “

Nick: “ it’s ok pinky I get it “

You gave him a kiss on the cheek goodbye and snuck back to your locker room. When Ty finally found you he was pissed.

Tyler: “ y/n where have you been? “

Y/n: “ I was hanging out with the girls and I just got out of the shower is a girl not allowed to take a shower? “

Tyler: “ your hair isn’t wet. “

Y/n: “ it’s called a blow drier dumb ass “

Tyler: “ watch your language “

Y/n: “ your not dad I don’t need to listen to you “

Tyler: “ you should listen to me I’m your brother “

Y/n: “ nah I’m good “

Tyler: “ if I find out you were with Nick your dead “

Y/n: “ I wasn’t I stopped trying after you locked me in my hotel room for 5 hours “

Tyler finally left after the long interview of where you were and why you at work 2 hours after the show. Tyler was going to drive you to your hotel so he waited in the car for you. You seen Nick on the way out and checked if anyone was around before you gave him a hug and kiss goodbye.

Y/n: “ bye Nicky boy “

Nick: “ bye pinky “

You went back to your hotel and the whole way there you got asked about who you were texting. It was obviously Nick but you couldn’t tell Ty that so you just said your friend Anna Jay. You got back to your hotel room and he finally left you alone so you could sleep before you feel asleep though Nick texted you a mini good night paragraph.

The next day:

You woke up to another mini paragraph it was so sweet and cute your heart literally melted.

You were so beyond happy that Nick is your sweet caring loving boyfriend. But you had to tell your dad and Ty soon and you had no idea how though.

1 month later:

You and Nick have been dating for about 1 month you’ve kept it a secret for that long but it was getting harder you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend but Ty didn’t even want you talking to him. So you made a plan to tell your dad and Ty. You just hoped Nick would be alive for your next anniversary. You were at collision waiting for Ty to get to the arena. You were terrified what if they made you break up with him or something. You waited for about 20 minutes for Ty and your dad to show up you asked them to come to your locker room because you need to talk about something with them. You didn’t want to tell them alone so you asked Dante and Darius to wait outside of the door just in case things didn’t go to plan. You had your dad and Ty sit on your couch while you stood in front of them waiting for Nick to come to help tell the news to them.

Taz: “ you aren’t quitting are you “

Y/n: “ no dad I’m not I’m happy here “

Tyler: “ this better be good I should be asleep right now “

Taz: “ a promotion “

Y/n: “ no “

Taz: “ you winning a title? “

Y/n: “ no “

Taz: “ your mom ask you to ask us something? she does that a lot but I digress “

Y/n: “ no dad “

Taz: “ alright just asking kiddo “

Finally Nick walked in your locker room and you were relieved you could finally tell them no more hiding.

Tyler: “ y/n what’s he doing here “

Taz: “ who’s this fine young man? “

Y/n: “ um we have something to tell you “

Taz: “ y/n your only 18 you can’t be “

Y/n: “ no not that dad “

Taz: “ ok continue “

Tyler: “ no don’t you shouldn’t even be talking to him “

Y/n: “ me and Nick are dating and I don’t care if you don’t want it he’s the sweetest guy I know and I’m not going to leave him because your over protective. “

Taz: “ well welcome to the family kid “

Tyler: “ no this isn’t supposed to be happening you aren’t allowed to talk “

Taz: “ hey give this kid a chance Ty your sister deserves love and she shouldn’t have to listen to you about your opinions but I digress “

Tyler: “ fine. “

You knew Ty didn’t like it he was your big brother you felt bad about going behind his back and dating someone he didn’t even want you talking to but after a couple weeks of you Ty and Nick hanging out he realized that Nick wasn’t so bad and he’s actually a big sweet heart so you officially got your bothers approval on one condition.

Tyler: “ don’t hurt her or your going to be mounted on my wall “

That was the one condition but now you and Nick have movie nights in his locker room every Wednesday and Ty sometimes tags along because he’s still protective but you don’t mind.

This took abt 3 days? Thank you Abby for helping me with the Dante and Darius texts lmk if u want another one keep in mind that this is only my second fic so sorry if it isn’t perfect hoped you liked it 🫶 I tried to proof read lmao 😭

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vampiriccreature · 9 months ago

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Dante x Fem! Reader Headcannons

♥️♥️♥️

he leaves you for a man

#dmc headcannon #dmc #dante x reader #dante x you #dante x fem! reader #its like that one will grahm post

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https-cyber-slxt · 2 years ago

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Holy shit! Your blog is an oasis in a desert istg. Finally some proper unadulterated femdom content on this hellsite. Thank you so much!

If your requests are still open, can I please get some sub!Dante content? General headcanons or just a little pegging for my bbg :) Up to you. And thanks again <3

P. S.: A word of advice: try to avoid more explicit tags, like sub!character or dom!reader, and use something more general like character x reader. I've noticed that Tumblr algorithm doesn't take into account actual contents of the post and shadow bans based on tags. I've seen some really outrageous stuff fly under the radar, because it only had fandom tags and nothing specific. Hope this'll help at least a little bit. You don't deserve to deal with this bs. Wish you the best!

hiiiii anon, I really appreciate these kind words, here just for you.

Oh and I'll absolutely give you your “daily” dose of pegging Dante :P

Devils Do Cry!

Sub!Dante x FemDom!Reader

A/N: I am so unmotivated (also it's 10 pm and I'm tired as shit, so if this is bad, I'm sorry)

“So... Who's Elizabeth?” you question out of nowhere as you pull your sword out of the Hell Caina's chest, causing it to wither away. Dante becomes stunned at the question, raising a brow at you. “Just another Devil Hunter, why?”

He swallows thickly at your serious expression. You prop your glasses up and wipe the blood off of your weapon. “A little birdie told me that you went on a *date* with her last night” Dante whimpers and furrows his brows before propping himself up properly. “Oh yeah? Well maybe that little birdie was trying to make you jealous” your face becomes even more serious. “Why would Nero wish to make me jealous?”

Dante stops in his tracks and nearly bursts into a sprint, damn you little nephew! “I uh- uhm-” his sentence cuts off as you grab his collar and shove him against a wall. “Don't lie to me Dante! What were you doing last night!?” He sobs as he licks his dry lips. “I'm sorry (Name), but I promise I didn't do anything, I just- walked her back home, that's all, and Nero must've thought something else“

You drop Dante and turn away, walking back to his office space with him not far behind you.

☆~ 5:30 PM ~☆

You lie on your stomach as you flip through the pages of the magazine, munching on the cheese pizza while doing so. Your fingers rest at the bottom of the page while your eyes fixate on the pictures, making you unaware of your surroundings. Your reading becomes interrupted as the doors slam shut, making you look up at Dante. “Jeez those two are a pain in the ass” he sighs while stretching.

“If they're so annoying, why are you friends with them?” you ask while flipping to the next page, placing your hand under your chin. “Well you know, it's nice to have some company in this shithole” He answers while walking up the stairs. You scoff and lift yourself off the couch. “Hey! Which drawer do the magazines go into?” you shout while fiddling with the book in your hands. “My desk drawer!” oh wow real helpful.

You roll your eyes and walk behind the desk, opening up the top drawer, nope, the middle one, nu-uh, the bottom one perhaps? Your hand grabs the handle and just as you're done opening it halfway, you slam it closed and grip the magazine in your hands even tighter.

A few moments later Dante rushes down the stairs, oblivious to your shocked expression. “Hey babe so, Morrison will be here in a few and- are you okay-” his sentence cut off as he stares at your grip on the bottom drawer handle.

You both stand there in complete silence, until you stand up and purse your lips, dropping the magazine on to his desk. “So how long have you had those?” you ask while side eyeing him. Dante stands there in complete shock. He lifts his hands up and defence, trying to think of an excuse. “How. Long. Have. You. Had. Those?” Now your entire body was facing him. “A-awhile it's that, I've been hesitant on asking you..”

NSFW Below The Cut X3

A bright blush covers his face as he answers your question. “Bend over the desk” you command while opening the drawer with your heels. “But Morrison-!” his sentence interrupted as he's pushed against the desk. “I don't care about Morrison, if walks in here that'll be his own problem. Now, bend over the desk, and take off your pants while you're at it”

A sob leaves Dante as he follows your command, taking off his pants and boxers while bending himself over his work desk, spreading his legs open and resting his chin on his forearms.

Meanwhile with you, you pull the strap-on out of the drawer, and you're not gonna lie when you say it's packing a decent size, 8-9 inches at least and relatively girthy as well. You notice the ring gag in the drawer and pull it out, it'll be of good use. You set the strap aside and lift the gag right in front of Dante's face. He gasps and looks back at you, you smile and giggle. “You know what to do” were the only words you said before he sighed. Shoving the gag into his mouth, you grab the straps and adjust it to your liking.

You reach back down and grab the lube out of the drawer. You grab Dante's hand and squeeze the lube on to his fingers. He looks back at you with confusion and you just smile at him. “I can't just shove this entire thing into you without any preparation, go on, open yourself for me” you continue smiling as he lets out a soft whimper.

Using his free hand, Dante spreads his ass open, allowing his fingers to slip in easier. He slowly inserts his middle finger in, soft gasps escaping him as he inserts another finger. He goes knuckles deep, making him arch his back, his free hand quivering and struggling to hold himself open.

His upper body basically falls limp as he starts to finger himself, getting lost in pleasure and completely forgetting about your presence. You grin and grab his wrist, giving him a fright in the process. You pull his fingers out and grab the strap-on from his side.

You tie the harness around your hips and grab the lube, carelessly squeezing some on to the strap, causing a little bit to fall on the floor beneath you. You stroke up and down, smearing the lube all over.

You slowly insert your strap into him, heavy moans escaping him as he grips the front of the desk. “Ah! nghhhh~!” drool slips down his chin as his eyes begin rolling back. You insert the entirety of the strap in him, the harness touching the skin of his ass.

You readjust yourself and lie on top of Dante's back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You short thrusts cause sobs to escape Dante as tears begin to fall from his eyes, leaking onto the desk below him. Your nimble fingers remove themselves from his neck and creep down towards his dick. Your free hand wraps around his leaking cock, pumping up and down gently.

Your other arm wraps around Dante into a chokehold, making his hands move from the desk to the arm around his neck. Letting go of his dick, you untie the gag move your hand back to its original position, pumping faster than before. “Shit! You're killing me! Just fuck me already! I need it, please!” Dante's tears roll down on to your arm along with his drool.

You unwrap your arm around his throat, causing him to drop on to the desk. You grab his arms and lock them behind his back, speeding up your pace in the progress. Dante cries and moans, not caring of someone or something hears him. “God fuuuck~! Yesyes! Oh you make me feel so- so good! Ah! Ah~! Nggggh!”

Your hand lets go of his arms, but like the loyal slut he his, he keeps them there as you grab his hair, lifting his head up and biting his neck. “Yes!! Oh fuck yes! Faster, faster! Fuckmefuckme!” Dante moves his hands to his dick as both your hands grip his hair and jacket collar. “I'm g-gonna cum! Pleaseplease! Let me cum! AH!” his begs and pleas turn into a nonsense of sobs as you rake your fingers through his messy and sweaty hair. “Cum for me” you whisper in his ear.

Dante sobs and cries as he releases all over the floor, some even getting on his desk. Quite sobs escape him as his left over tears form a small puddle beneath him.

Just as you lift yourself up, Morrison busts through the door, an unpleasant look on his face. “Considering that you two have stopped fucking like two rabbits in heat, just take this before my day is even more ruined” Morrison hands you a letter, not saying another word and slamming the building doors closed, his car revving up and leaving the area just as quickly.

You set the letter aside and stare at the fucked out Dante beneath you. “What to do with you...”

#fem reader #devil may cry #gaming #dmc5 #dante sparda #dante sparda x reader #dante x you #inbox #vi's answer ☆#anon

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leonskittybunwriting · 3 months ago

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Dante lets you on top when it comes to passionate sex, at frist he doesn't know what to do with his hands and eventually place them on your sides.

#dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #fem reader #dante sparda link

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icycoldninja · 4 months ago

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Hey Icy, how are you, a request after a long time if it's open. It is for Dante, a fanfic. I want all the tooth rotting fluff, angst and swirls of emotions, from Dante proposing his long time fem!reader gf to their very intimate wedding under moonlight with DMC crew and Morrison walking the reader down the aisle, while Vergil officiates the wedding. Idk, but I think Vergil will agree for once. nero can be the best man and Trish can be the reader's maid of honour.

Thank you for listening

HEY HEY, I'M DOING GREAT! HERE YOU GO AND ENJOOOOY!

Moonlit wedding (Dante x Fem!Reader angst/fluff)

Dante stood on your doorstep, knees knocking together and mind a frenzy of panic, excitement, and fear. He'd promised a date a few days earlier, saying he was going to take you to a nice restaurant as a way to make up for lost time, since he'd been working really hard to pay off his debts lately. He was doing this because he wanted to have a clean slate when he proposed to you, which was the true reason why he wanted to take you out tonight.

While this sounded easy enough in his head, Dante found that gathering the courage to actually go through with these plans was very difficult. He was, to put it simply, very scared, for various reasons. He was afraid of rejection, afraid of what would come after marriage, and afraid that he'd fail to protect you, like his father Sparda failed to protect Eva.

Even though you two had been dating for a long time, Dante was still worried you'd say no. He had no way of knowing whether or not you really wanted marriage, since you'd never sat down and talked about it, and if you did reject him, then what? How could you continue? What if your relationship deteriorated because of this one little question? What if he lost you?

"C'mon, Dante," His mental voice said, surprising him with its existence since it rarely ever made an appearance. "When'd you get so indecisive? Just go on and ask her already."

So Dante took a chance and followed his gut, and he never regretted it.

Dante stood by the altar outside in a simple tuxedo, Nero at his side in similar clothes, a boutonnière in his suit pocket. Despite 6 whole months having passed since the proposal, Dante was still as terrified as the day he stood upon your doorstep, waiting to pick you up. Shaking slightly, Dante looked over at his nephew, and the two men locked eyes for a minute; Dante forced a nervous little grin and Nero let out a small chuckle.

"You'll be fine," He mumbled, so quietly only Dante could hear him. "She'll turn up. Ain't the type to run off."

Dante nodded, his nervousness leaving with that reassurance, and his humor returning. He looked over his shoulder, at the sharply dressed but frowning "officiant", and made a face. Vergil scoffed in return and looked away, but after a moment, a small smile crept upon his face. Truth be told, he was happy for his brother; honored to have been chosen to officiate your wedding even though he held no real position in the church.

"I wonder what they'd think of us now," Dante mumbled, reaching up and scratching his head.

"They would be proud, I am sure," Vergil responded softly. "I imagine Father would be up in arms and Mother in tears, fussing over our outfits."

"That does sound like them," Dante chuckled. "Well, actually, I bet Dad would like Y/N. She's a keeper."

"Indeed," Vergil agreed, reluctant to say so.

"Hey," Dante began, after a moment of silence. "Since you're basically Dad reincarnated, speak on his behalf. Ya like her or not?"

"I...suppose," Vergil grumbled, folding his arms. "A sweet girl, one who could do much better...but it is a good thing she chose to stay with you."

"Now what's that supposed to mean?" Dante laughed.

"It means you need all the help you can get and that girl is the only one who can and will give it to you."

"Huh," Dante shrugged, thinking about it for a moment. "Guess you're right."

Almost as soon as he finished that sentence, the famous song "Here comes the bride" played by an organ filled the room, providing the perfect background music as Dante beheld your white-clad form as you walked down the aisle, dress shimmering in the moonlight, Morrison at your side, holding onto your arm; Trish behind you in a simple but elegant gown, throwing flowers petals onto the floor as you walked. Even though your face was obscured by a lacy veil, Dante could see you had a wide smile on your face, and found himself grinning from ear to ear as well.

In just a few moments, you'd reached the altar. Trish hsd emptied out her basket of flowers onto the floor and followed Morrison to their seats in the front row, leaving you and the Sparda boys standing at the altar. After exchanging looks with you and Dante, Vergil began to speak.

"We are gathered hear today to witness the joining of these two in demonic matrimony. Do you, Dante Sparda, take Y/N L/N as your sinisterly married wife?"

"I do."

"And do you, Y/N L/N take Dante Sparda as your sinisterly married husband?"

"I do."

"Then by the power vested in me as a son of Sparda, I pronounce you two husband and wife."

Nero then handed Dante the rings and Vergil the Yamato, which the latter used to tap your shoulders like a king bestowing knighthood while you and the former slipped rings onto each other's fingers.

"Go ahead and kiss already, you fools," Vergil grumbled fondly, sliding the Yamato into the sheath on his hip and watching as Dante tenderly lifted the veil up over your face, taking a minute to admire how the moonlight danced upon your features, making you seem to glow like an angel.

"You're so beautiful," He mumbled, leaning in and kissing you deeply.

You responded by hooking your arms around him and tugging him even closer, trying to savor this moment for as long as you could. You would have been disappointed when he finally pulled away had you not known that this moonlit wedding marked the beginning of a fulfilling and happy marriage that both of you deserved.

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hellcatinnc · 9 months ago

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Pet Names From Men Of Piofiore(SFW)

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, x Fem! Reader, pet names

Feature: x Fem! Reader

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Pet Names you would call them and they would call you

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Dante

For Him To Call You: My Darling, Y/N, Beloved, Dear, Kitten

For You To Call Him: My Love, Darling, My Forever, My One And Only, End Game

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Nicola

For Him To Call You: Cuore mio (My Sweetheart), Amore Mio(My Love), Mio Caro (My Darling),Da Ora Fino A Sempre (rom now until forever),Amore Della Mia Vita(love of my life)

For You To Call Him: Sexy, Bae, Lover, Sexy Butt, Mookie, Pookie

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Orlok

For Him To Call You: Mama, Y/N, Goddess, Angel

For You To Call Him: Baby Boy, Nugget, Bean, Care Bear

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Gilbert

For Him To Call You: Signorina, Pudding, Peanut, Lil One

For You To Call Him: Lover, Charming, Pooh Bear

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Yang

For Him To Call You: Pet, Slave

For You To Call Him: Senpai, Daddy, Master, Beast, My Monster

#scenarios #x reader #Scenario Fanfics #sfw #pet names #otome #gaming #piofiore #yang #gilbert redford #nicola francesca #dante falzone #orlok #fem!reader

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philistiniphagottini · 8 months ago

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Can I have a smut request :D!! Dante x Fem reader!! Basically the breeding prompt with cunalingus, begging (from Y/N) and dirty talk (from Dante)

Yes you can :D I'm going to assume you looked at my smut prompt this for this. Thank you for sending in a request, and enabling me to write smut for Dante again, I love you Anon. Hope you enjoy ;))

Smut Prompts

15 + 13 + 20 + 21

cw. smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (fem receiving), begging, dirty talk, breeding kink, fem! reader, MDNI

"Ahh, fuck, Dante~"

His name slipped from your kiss swollen lips in a breathless whimper, each syllable sweeter than the next as it dripped from your tongue warm honey. A pleasant shiver raced down your back, heat tickling the base of your spine and slowly pooling into the pit of your stomach. A salacious moan bubbled up your throat as arousal made your core throb, every white-hot nerve in your body set on edge as Dante’s tongue languid swished up the length of your drooling pussy.

He moaned hotly into your tender heat, the vibrations making your toes curl into the soles of your feet as you mewled softly. You squirmed under his ministrations, your body quivering in overstimulation as the devil tried to coax another delicious, mind-numbing orgasm from you. He cooed your name softly, your thighs shaking around his head and dangling uselessly over his shoulders as he dragged the flat of his tongue through your creamy walls, gathering a generous mixture of your essence and his salvia before swallowing with an audible gulp. The debauched sight made your fluttering hole clench around nothing.

"Dante" you whined softly.

You threw your head back into the comforting embrace of your pillow, a moan trying to crawl up the back of your throat as the tip of his tongue teased the hot little button at the top of your pussy, the small bud flushing back to life from his attention. Dante hummed, signalling you had his attention as he smoothed his hands along your plush thighs, large palms squeeze the fat of your ass as he dug his fingers into generous amounts of flesh.

"What is it, baby?" Dante cooed softly.

He could feel your clit twitching in his mouth as his lips sealed over the swollen flesh and sucked harshly, coaxing the most delicious noise from you as you abruptly snapped your hips against his face. You abandoned your grip on the sweat-soaked sheets beneath your tangled limbs, delving your hands through snow white locks of silk. The strands weaved through your fingers as you tugged harshly, nails scratching along his scalp as another spike of pleasure left you writhing in bliss. A constellation of tears clung to the corners of your lashes as they fluttered against your burning cheeks, your gaze lidded as you stared down at Dante with eyes as dazed as your mind.

"Want more" you softly pleaded.

You tugged on his hair against as his hot breath fanned against your drenched pussy, beads of arousal dripping down the insides of your thighs as his tongue eagerly lapped up the juices staining your searing skin. His warm hands squeezed your hips, fingers dancing along the tempting v-line of your pelvis as he left fleeting kisses against your puffy lips.

"Want more of what?" Dante asked with a teasing lilt to his voice. "If you want something, you gotta tell me."

He wriggled his eyebrows playfully as you heaved an exasperated sigh. He was in a very teasing mood this evening and you didn’t know how much more you could take. Your body burned with desire, the flames in the pit of your stomach stoked to life by the lashing of Dante’s tongue, just the way he knew you liked it. But it wasn’t enough. There was a hollow ache between your legs, demanding to be filled; to be joined as one and made whole. Your grip in his hair loosened as you brushed the sweaty bangs out of his eyes, causing his gaze to flicker back up to your face.

"Want you, Dante" you babbled, voice barely above a breathy whisper. "Want you inside me. Please, I need your cock in me so bad. Need you to breed my pussy. Please?"

You were slowly starting to lose all sense of sentience, the thin threads of your sanity threatening to snap at any moment as you desperately grind your hips into Dante’s face, begging to feel more of him. His lips parted from your sloppy pussy with a satisfied pop. A large grin split across his face at your words, a chuckle making his chest rumble as the sound made your spine tingle.

"Now how can I say no when you ask so nicely?"

Dante shifted positions, carefully placing your legs back down to the mattress as he moved to hover over you. His lips tickled your skin as he trailed wet, lazily kisses along your torso, the tufts of his beard scratching your sensitive skin as he kissed between the valley of your breasts before placing one final kiss on your lips. You melted into a warm puddle of goo under his touch, coiling your arms around his neck as you urged him to come closer, legs parting in anticipation as he slipped between them. His cock slapped against your aching pussy, the fat head of his cock poking your swollen clit and making your heart beat frantically in your chest. Your pulse echoed in your ears like the loud beat of a drum as your head grew giddy, elation simmering hotly in your veins as Dante prepared to finally give you what you wanted.

"Is this what you wanted, baby girl?" Dante asked in a husky whisper, his hot breath making your skin crawl with goosebumps.

You wedged lips between your teeth, letting go of the bruised skin as the thick ridges of his cock slid along the length of your slick slit, making the tips of your fingers tingle as you cried out. You nodded your head frantically, placing small, chaste kisses to his cheeks and lips as your legs wrapped around his hips and drew him closer.

"Yes" you breathed. "Really want it."

Dante hummed as he rubbed his cheek along yours, your scent curling in his lungs as he took a deep breath. A groan stirred in his throat as the smell of sex and sweat lingered heavy in his lungs, breath stuttering as he inhaled the enticing scent of your arousal and the perfume that clung to your clammy skin.

"Fuck, you smell so good."

Your lips parted around a heady moan of his name as you felt the tip of his cock press against entrance, another chaste kiss pressed to your lips before you were slowly spread open. The initial discomfort of being stretched open was inevitable, your thighs burning with strain as Dante’s dick pierced your core. Your discontented whimpers were chased away by soothing kisses, Dante’s voice soothing and pleasant to your ears as he talked you through it.

"That’s it. Atta girl. You’re doing just fine, taking my cock so well. I’m already halfway in, just a little more baby girl, you can do it."

You purred in content beneath him as he soothed your troubles, your hands rubbing along the rippling muscles of his back as you squeezed his skin with curious fingers. A groan rumbled in Dante’s throat as your pussy clenched around him, your slick warmth griping him like a vice and coaxing him to plunge deeper. You both shared a sigh of relief when his cock was nestled comfortably inside you, the dull pain now barely an afterthought as you melted into the bliss of your bodies finally joined in fervid rapture. You scraped your nails along Dante’s back, his spine curving as a shiver wracked his entire being, his cock twitching inside your soused walls as your pussy tried to suck him deeper.

"Move, Dante" you said, your voice a gentle warble in your throat.

Dante happily complied to your request, drawing his hips back and dragging his cock through your sensitive walls as he pushed forward. The breath was stolen from your lungs as you buried your head into the safety of your pillow, a jolt of electricity making your back tingle as the pressure in your abdomen increased tenfold. You did not hide the effect Dante had on your body, your pretty voice filling his ears like a chime from a shimmering bell as he continued to rut his hips into you, the thick girth of his cock crowding your pussy and making your head spin. You dug your nails into his back as he hoisted your legs higher over his waist, grunting into your open mouth as he stole a heated kiss.

"So deep" you slurred, drunk on the feeling of his cock making you full. "So full…"

"Do you like that?" Dante asked as his cock slipped a little deeper into you.

You responded with a whine of his name, tongue meeting his in a sloppy kiss as it delved between your parted lips. Your nails left behind welts that made his flesh burn with a pleasant sting, the feeling making his hips rock a little faster. A wet squelch rung in your ears as Dante snapped his hips forward, beads of your arousal dribbling down the sides of his cock as his heavy balls smacked against the round globes of your ass cheeks. The bedframe was starting to shake from the sudden spike in the demon’s thrusts and you were trembling along with it. You dug your feet into the beautiful dip of his back as your pussy squeezed him tight, the hot coil in your stomach twisting and knotting unbearably tight as you were pushed closer and closer to that familiar, crumbling precipice. Dante moaned your name sweetly as he parted from your lips, teeth nibbling at the skin along your jaw as he struggled to keep his eyes uncrossed and focused on you writhing beneath him.

"Shit, squeeze me just like that" he grunted. "Still so fucking tight."

Your chest heaved with each ragged breath, your perfect tits bouncing enticingly with the force of Dante’s thrusts as your mind was drowned in a vast, dense sea of rapture. You could barely focus on what Dante was saying over your pulse rapidly fluttering in your ears, his words making your toes curl as the heat in your stomach reached boiling point.

"Want me to breed this pussy?" Dante asked as he dragged his tongue along your neck to lick the perspiration clinging to your skin. "Come on, beg a little more for me darling."

Your hands clawed at the damp skin of his back, desperately trying to hold on as you struggled to articulate your thoughts. So many emotions were swirling up inside that it felt you were going to burst at the seams. When your lips parted once more, you said whatever sprang to your mind first, stringing together a barely coherent sentence.

"Please Dante, want you to breed me" you croaked, voice on the razor’s thin edge of cracking. "Want your cum. Give me your cum. Put a baby in me. Pleasepleasepleaseplease-"

You squealed as Dante’s hips knocked against yours, the tip of his cock bullying the soft, gummy patch of your walls that had you seeing stars. The pressure of his pelvis grinding against your sensitive clit had the filthiest noise crawling out of your throat, voice so loud you were sure you were going to disturb your entire neighbourhood as you howled into the moonless night. Your eyes grew hazy, your greedy pussy swallowing around Dante’s cock as you finally reached your breaking point.

The coil in your stomach unfurled as your world shattered around you, your orgasm sinking its razor-sharp teeth into you without remorse, nor surrender. Your body was flooded with white hot relief as you twisted beneath Dante, your slick juices gushing from your sore pussy and spilling forth onto his abdomen. The feeling made him lightheaded, the sight of the translucent threads coating his cock sending every instinct in his body feral with an intense desire. He smothered his boiling cock against your cervix as his senses overloaded, the piston of his hips pushing you to ride out the waves of your rapture as Dante blinded stumbled into his own mind-numbing bliss.

He groaned as ropes of his hot, viscous seed coated your walls, the thick, creamy warmth making your abdomen tingle as you were filled to the brim. The restless push of his hips finally came to a halt once every last drop of his seed was emptied into your fertile body, the warmth overflowing and leaking down your trembling thighs.

Your senses were sluggish to crawl back to you, your head continuing to spin as your hot breaths mingled with Dante’s heavy breathing. He slowly loosened his grip around your thighs, letting them flop back to the mattress as a small sigh of relief breezed past your lips. Dante’s arms came to rest at your sides, head lowered to your chest as he tried to reign in his unsteady breaths.

"Are you alright?" Dante asked, dragging his lips across your sensitive skin. "How are you feeling?"

You ran your shaky hands through Dante’s hair, a small hum tickling your chest as you slowly started to relax. It never failed to warm your heart how sweet Dante could be to you, even after he had finished just blowing your back out.

"I’m okay, Dante. Are you alright?"

Dante chuckled. "Don’t gotta worry about me, baby cakes."

You playfully rolled your eyes as a small puff of air ruffled the stray strands of hair sticking to your face. Your fingers pinched his cheeks, a noise of protest in his throat as you pulled at his skin until it flushed a bright, cherry red. He swatted your hand away before grabbing it and bringing it back to his mouth, his lips brushing against the sensitive pulse of your wrist and feeling it jump under the press of his mouth. His gaze roved over your form, the sight of your glowing with post orgasmic bliss making his heart stir in his chest.

"Wanna do it again? After all, gotta make sure it sticks."

#my writing #devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry smut #dante x reader #dante smut #x reader #fem!reader #nsft

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starhvney · 2 months ago

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𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟑 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟏: 𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐖: story is beginning to diverge from canon, teenage girls being mean asf, corny teenage drama, lucinda insults someone for having a crooked nose hahahahhdha(i also have a crooked nose, do not take offense my crooked nosed sisters!!!)

𝐀/𝐍: I wrote in some unimportant characters that very much fit the “mean popular cheerleader girl” stereotype, cause… plot. if you happen to be a cheerleader: ily, you’re awesome, and i do not think you’re a bitch! i just cannot resist the 2000s stereotype undertones that are littered in PDH, and had to do it to em. ok cool enjoy the reading guys!

𝐖𝐂: 5,900+

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑: @arienic

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

the tension you felt for the next few weeks was truly nerve-wracking. as the days grew colder, aphmau raved to you every morning in her warm coat and scarf about how she couldn’t wait for the snow—and while you were excited too, a little buzzing noise in the back of your head bothered you like a mosquito trapped in your bedroom.

when was her next move?

it’s not like you were scared, per se. you have a good strong network of people now, who you were pretty sure would defend you 'til their last breath if anything were to happen. no, you weren’t scared of ivy anymore. but damn, would she not let go of the spot she’s earned in your brain.

was she plotting something that would be harder to refute than just some measly rumors? was she smart enough to do something like that? or was she taking so long for her next move just to reopen your scab just as soon as you thought it had healed over?

honestly, you haven’t seen much of her if at all since the sports festival. which was shocking, because all of your friends—including garroth—had been glued to your side for most of the day, and you’d think maybe she’d at least try to talk to the boy in some of your classes. but now she merely was in and out of the classrooms like a ghost, her two little ducklings following after her.

maybe you scared her off when you threatened her in the bathroom, and she decided to back down for good! that would be the best-case scenario, right? she thought long and hard about her actions, realized her immaturity, and decided to make a change for the better.

“can i talk to you?”

…

how is it that every single time you decide to venture out in the hallways alone, this guy manages to find you?

“what do you want, gene?”

there’s no mocking laughter, or offended scoff, or a wrinkle of his nose. honestly, you hadn’t seen much of him, either. his little trio have continued on in their ways without much care for you or aphmau, and honestly, you kind of respect it. kind of.

once you told him to—more or less—fuck off, he did. unlike ivy, there wasn’t any shit-talking or catty comments or disgusted glares. he truly did leave you alone, as did sasha and zenix. while you still weren’t their biggest fan, it definitely put them on a higher pedestal than ivy in your eyes. they were not the greatest, for sure, but they were at least open about it. and the amount of fucks they didn’t give was honestly a bit entertaining—as long as you weren’t on the receiving end of their antics.

this was the first time you’d talked to gene or even made eye contact with him in what was way over a month by now. so while a part of you was saying to just ignore him, the unsettling calmness in the way he approached you had you curious… and honestly a bit concerned.

“i don’t want anything.” he rolls his eyes with a sigh, looking around. “i just have something to tell you.”

“really?” your disbelief is evident in your tone, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “don’t want to threaten me with those pictures again?”

“i don’t have the pictures anymore.” he pulls out what looked like a burner phone, a stark downgrade from what he had before. “don’t even have your number anymore, my old phone shattered and i haven’t been able to buy a new one yet.”

“wow.” you deadpan. “all that blackmailing and evidence down the drain, huh?”

he wrinkles his nose in distaste. “yeah, well. i wasn’t the one who broke it.”

“oh? finally pissed the wrong person off, huh?”

he rolls his eyes. “how it broke doesn’t matter. i’m actually trying to help you out here, so can you just shut up?”

you open your mouth to shoot something else his way, but honestly, you find yourself at a loss for words and snap your mouth closed again.

there’s a pause like he was expecting a different reaction, before his eyebrows lift in surprise.

“ivy is up to something, but i’m letting you know that i don’t have shit to do with it. i'm not entirely clear on what since she doesn’t have those pictures anymore, but she’s plotting on your downfall.”

“what, you two aren’t buddy-buddy anymore? i thought you would be on the same side.”

he scoffs, genuine offense wrinkling his features. “that is insulting as fuck. of course we’re not “buddies”. i fucking hate preps, the little pricks.”

amusement threatens to quirk at your lips, but you bite down the urge. gene was a prick too, but at least he was funny.

“look,” he sighs. “i know we didn’t have the best end to our friendship—”

“that’s putting it lightly.”

“—but,” he shoots you a look of annoyance, “ivy annoys me more than you, and i hate her style.”

“pink hair not your thing?”

“oh my fucking—” he groans into one of his hands. “i mean i don’t like the way she goes about being an asshole. at least i’m open about it, and it’s funny bad. she’s just… bad in an annoying-bitchy-backstabbing-way. i’m not a fan.”

“so… why are you telling me this?” you shrug. “i definitely haven’t given you any reason to help me out.”

he presses his lips together, straightening his back. “honestly, you’ve earned my respect. i still kinda like you. plus, you’re friends with my little brother, so. you get extra little brownie points from me. don’t you feel honored?”

“not particularly.”

gene opens his mouth to quip something back, though instead flicks his eyes up to something behind you, suddenly looking annoyed. following his line of sight, you look back to see two girls lingering by a turn into another hallway, standing close together and whispering like journalists who had just heard the juiciest gossip. when they notice you both looking their way they scurry off down the hall, whispering excitedly and giggling.

the hell?

“…i’m not trying to get involved in this one, as shocking as that sounds. just thought i’d warn you that you’re not in the clear. and… i’m not the reason for it this time.” he starts stepping back, hands shoved in his disheveled blazer pockets and lazily turning away from you with a wave. “bye.”

…that’s it?

“…thanks?” you call out, lip curled in confusion.

“you’re welcome, kitty.”

…

“i take it back.”

☆

gene’s warning floated in your head for the next few weeks, and you couldn’t let it go. if he of all people reached out, then your paranoia about the situation surely wasn’t for nothing

and it. sure. wasn’t.

it started with a few nasty looks in the hall, mainly from the cheerleaders. it made sense, since ivy was on the team surely they would go with what she said over some rando new girl.

on top of it, ivy was still… unnervingly quiet about it all. and as the days went on, she seemed to behave more and more… depressed. whether she was faking it or truly felt that way, honestly you couldn’t tell.

more weeks go by with more and more weird looks. more people leaning to whisper to their friends as you walked by. honestly, you’d been tempted to stop one of them and ask what the problem was. after all, if a rumor had started, how is it that none of your friends or you have heard?

it progressed to a few cryptic notes left in your locker, from scribbles of random insults to things like ‘everyone knows what you are’ and ‘we know what you did’. honestly, it was more irritating than nerve-wracking like you’re sure the senders intended for it to be, and all you did was scoff and throw the scraps of paper when you saw them. every once in a while someone would “accidentally” knock into your shoulder with theirs in the halls. at first, you didn’t pay it much mind, but once your binder had clattered to the floor for the fourth time, you’d be stupid not to catch on.

it wasn’t until nearly winter break that you finally got your answer.

everything about the day felt off. from waking up to icy sidewalks and walking to school alone (aphmau went to school early for tutoring), to—for once in the past month—finding yourself alone as you walked through the halls to class. it wasn’t bad, but you felt a strange sense of nervousness.

when you open. the bathroom door to see not one, not two, but five girls from the cheerleading team by the mirrors, you almost consider spinning around and waiting until after homeroom.

instead, you walk into one of the stalls with (metaphorical) balls of steel, not sparing a glance at their pointed stares as you pass by. you take your time, too, hoping they’d be gone by the time you came back out.

silly, shouldn’t you know your luck by now?

once again, you consider just leaving when the girls are still crowded around the sinks taking their sweet time giggling under their breath and typing on their phones. you squeeze your way to the open sink by the furthest wall from the door, stuck between them and your nearest escape.

spider-lashed eyes darted up and down your figure—quite obviously—and a few beats passed like this of you washing your hands while they stared like you were in their way.

your name falling from one of their lips genuinely startles you, however, and you nearly jump in your skin as the sound. you’d expected them to simply stare and whisper like they had for the past few months, so the fact someone was finally speaking up both drove a cold spoke of anxiety into your veins and made you a little eager at the same time.

“…yeah?”

the girl who said your name was one of the seniors, and was model tall. a lot of the cheerleaders were either around your height or taller, but she made you feel short in comparison. it was—truthfully—really intimidating to be specifically called out by her, especially knowing ivy definitely twisted the truth to get all of these girls on her side. she could be really kind for all you knew, but that didn’t matter if ivy had the first say.

she steps forward, a perfectly manicured hand tosses her hair over her shoulder before getting placed on her hip. looking down at you from her tall nose, she fixes her lips in a way that said maybe she wasn’t all that nice.

you should stop giving people at this school the benefit of the doubt.

“that’s your name, right?”

“…yeah.”

“well, i was just wondering about something. you must think you’re pretty sneaky, huh?”

“i don’t.” you raise your eyebrow. “i can’t say i’m following.”

she scoffs, the other girls rolling their eyes and giving each other looks, like they were all in on an inside joke that you weren’t a part of.

“dating both laurance and garroth at the same time? acting like just an innocent friend but playing them behind their backs? we heard everything.” she lets out a short, mockingly dry laugh. “how you’re just trying to add them to your already long body count?”

so she went ahead with that narrative, did she?

“that’s what you heard, huh?”

another girl steps forward, and you vaguely register hearing the late bell to homeroom ring.

“you seem pretty shameless about it. especially now that you’re dating gene. trying to get the best of both worlds, huh?”

“huh?” you respond dumbly, face wrinkling in confusion.

“still trying to play dumb?” she pulls out her phone, tapping on the screen and turning it towards you. “we have the evidence.”

there’s a picture of you and gene leaving the school, and by the looks of his outfit it was the day you went to go meet his mom. she slides her finger on the screen to show another picture, this one your recent conversation with him just a few weeks ago.

damn. no one in this school knows how to mind their business, huh?

it makes you wonder though. did gene purposely stop you in the hall so those girls could get that picture? was he lying to you after all?

no. gene would have no reason to be a part of this. while you didn’t trust him, you believe he meant it when he said he had nothing to do with this.

“okay? those are two pictures of us talking. are you and i going to be dating the next time you talk to me?”

“ew.”

you throw up your hands with a deadpan expression, looking back over to the first girl. “my point proven. so, now that we’ve established you’re stupid enough to fall for amateur level gossip, what else would you like to accuse me of?”

“excuse me?” she scoffs.

“you’re just saying that to get out of the fact that you’ve been caught.” another girl starts. “we’ve seen how ivy’s been acting lately. you’ve been bullying her because of her crush on garroth, cause you want him all to yourself. like you didn’t already have enough attention.”

you narrow your eyes. it is a little over eight in the morning. you’d barely woken up an hour ago, and there’s currently not enough fucks in your head for you to give.

when you fought ivy towards the beginning of school, you told mrs. hwit you wouldn’t get into one again. you’d hate to see the disappointment on her face, but a quick crack to the nose would honestly be less trouble than trying to understand the scattered reasoning they were giving you.

very suddenly you find yourself… at a loss for words. they wouldn’t listen to you anyways even if you did give a solid argument. they just wanted more fuel for their gossip, and whatever energy you had to defend yourself dissipates at the thought.

just as you’re about to try and shimmy away from the group, the bathroom door squeaks on its hinges as it swings open. it reveals a familiar face, the daughter of the very teacher you’d just been thinking about mere seconds prior. she’s boredly looking down at her phone while walking in, half humming half sighing as she twirls a finger curl around her finger…

you expect her to maybe stutter in her steps or seem surprised when she looks up, but as soon as her red irises flick up to the scene in front of her, she saunters right around the group and up to your side without even a flicker of a change in her expression.

“oh, there you are. what’s going on?” she says, leaning between you and the cheerleading group to reapply her lip gloss in the mirror.

“we’re just talking to her,” the senior says, suddenly sounding much more casual than she had been before.

lucinda very softly scoffs under her breath, standing to her full height and spinning on her heeled mary janes to fully face the group and—whether meaningful or not—cuts you off from the girls.

“oh, really? what about? i love a little gossip in the bathroom.”

the girls look at each other with very minuscule grimaces on their faces, like a pest has just run over the tiles in front of them. it was quite obvious they were doing it in a way to single her out—which honestly would’ve worked on a shy or quieter kid—but lucinda’s complete nonchalance and total patience for a reply just made them appear… humorously awkward.

“about how she’s been bullying one of our cheerleaders. she even beat her up!” one finally speaks up.

“oh, did she? that sounds very unlike her.”

“yeah, she did—!”

“can i see the proof?”

they collectively stare at lucinda dumbly for a second.

“uh, well ivy has the pictures and screenshots, so.”

“but none of you do…?” lucinda crosses her arms and curls her lips judgingly, like they had all just told her two plus two was three.

the senior scoffs. “no—”

“so you don’t have proof. have you seen any of this proof?”

“no, not yet.” the girls suddenly look defensive and a bit embarrassed. “ivy was going to report it to a teacher before she showed it to everyone else.”

“so, you haven’t even seen this “proof”? i’ve heard girls whispering about this for a month, and you’re still believing her with no proof? are you serious?” lucinda deadpans, the sultry valley girl rasp in her voice the cherry on top to her total 1 v 5 take down.

“well, obviously we believe ivy over a slut who hangs out with delinquents and dates guys like gene!” the one who had the pictures of you on her phone argues, her face red.

“well i’ve heard the football boys whisper some real interesting things about you.” lucinda reaches back to grab onto your hand, pulling you into her side. “you’re quite the one to be making slut allegations, slut.”

the girl gasps, and lucinda pulls you with her to walk around the group. you think that’s the end, but she seems to have a few more snide remarks up her sleeve as she slows down again, red eyes judgingly piercing into the group.

“all of you are fucking pathetic. pull your heads out of each other’s asses for once, and you may be able to breathe some fresh air instead of regurgitating ivy’s shit you swallowed.”

she turns to the tallest girl—the senior who had confronted you first.

“oh, and by the way, i heard you complaining in class the other day about that crooked ass nose of yours,” she says, hand squeezing around yours as she stares the girl down. “say anything about her again and i’ll break it. then you can get a nose job for free! on me, bitch.”

there’s a few offended protests that echo through the group, though they seem to be grasping for straws as no more insults come from their mouth other than reworded shouts of the same allegations from before. lucinda doesn’t bat an eye, walking right out the door and dragging you along with her into the hall without looking back.

“unbelievable.” she scoffs, ginger curls bouncing as she hastily walks with you down the hallway.

you stare at the tiles, listening to the clicking of her heels on the floor. it’s a while and a few more turns before she stops, and you snap out of your zoned out daze only to realize she hadn’t led you back to your homeroom door.

“why are you crying?”

where are you now…? mrs. hwit’s room?

you open your mouth to refute lucinda’s strange claim, though shock yourself into silence at the shaky uneven breath you draw in.

oh.

you were crying.

you guess that’s why the lines of the tiles were a blurred mess under your feet.

“i…don’t know,” you mutter, bringing your blazer’s sleeve to your face with a sniffle. “i don’t know.”

lucinda sighs softly, pulling you into a hug. she smells like a rich feminine perfume, her charm bracelet tinkling by your ear as she pats your hair.

“overwhelmed?”

nodding and gulping down the lump in your throat, you feel a bit embarrassed as you try to gather yourself. crying in the middle of your school’s hallway was not necessarily on your bucket list.

“you’ve had to put up with a lot this year—this semester. it’s okay.”

you’re not sure what it is about lucinda that makes your tears flow so freely in front of her. she wasn’t necessarily scary or heartless, but you definitely never expected to be breaking in front of her out of all your friends. maybe it was her calming voice, or the pure confidence she exuded—but either way, her casualness about it all helped you gather yourself within a few minutes.

“better?” she asks as you pull away, pulling up her sleeves to pat your cheeks dry.

“yeah,” you whisper.

“good. while we wait for your face to… not look like you’ve been crying,” she pulls your arm, walking into mrs. hwit’s empty classroom. “we’re telling my mom.”

“right now?”

“yep.” she pops the ‘p’ as she says it, marching you right up to her mother’s desk.

the gray-haired woman quirks a brow, slowly raising her eyes to the two of you with an almost knowing look on her face.

“can i help you, ladies?”

lucinda unpockets her phone, opening her camera roll and clicking play on a video. the screen is black and for a moment there’s nothing but rustling noise and faint voices.

“…you’ve been bullying… as if… attention…”

there’s a moment of quiet before the familiar squeak of the bathroom door clarifies the scene.

“oh, there you are. what’s going on?”

your eyes dart over to a very smug lucinda.

holy shit, she was recording?

the rest of the video plays as you stand in awe, barely registering hyria’s stern look as lucinda’s threats are replayed at the end. she spares you a wary glance, and after a few mutterings of explanations later, she finally looks over to you with full attention.

“i’m proud of you.”

“…what?”

“i am proud of you. for opening yourself up and confiding in your friends. i can see how close you’ve allowed yourself to get to, not just lucinda, but to quite a few friends. and good ones at that. compared to how… tense you were at the beginning of this year, i’m proud to see how far you’ve come.”

you swallow down the lump in your throat.

“thank you.”

she leans forward, narrowing her eyes. “and we can add on the fact that you didn’t rip any hair or clobber anyone’s faces this time… yes?”

sheepishly, you recall her stern warning from your first fight with ivy, shifting on your feet. “…yes ma’am…”

she taps her hands on her desk. “good. we will talk about this more later, but for now you both need to get to class. i have some reports to fill.”

once again, you find yourself being led in a daze back to homeroom, lucinda scoffing under her breath every few seconds and shaking her head while tapping on her phone. you don’t snap back until you walk through the doors and everyone’s eyes—including ivy’s flick up to you in

“well, there you are. i hope you have a good excuse for being twenty minutes late—”

“it’s excused. mrs. hwit sent you an email,” lucinda speaks up, just barely slowing in her steps as you both walk to your seats.

“…alright. thank you, miss hwit. these teacher’s kids…”

lucinda barely pays any mind to the last remark, her eyes held on ivy’s with a malignant smile curved up on her lips. you don’t even bother to check ivy’s face, watching the cracks in the tiles before sliding in your spot next to kate. you can hear lucinda take her seat in front of you,

there’s a very gentle pull on your hair, trying to get your attention.

“what happened?” katelyn whispers, and when you don’t immediately respond she whips her head to the ginger in front. “why are her eyes red?”

slowly the girl twists in her seat, tapping an acrylic nail with a wry look on her face. she offers no context to the concerned teens next to you, instead intentionally flicking her eyes to ivy before leaning closer. “oh, it’s on, bitches.”

☆

every class you went to after homeroom you were accompanied by at least two friends on either side of you, even ones you didn’t think knew of the situation from this morning. you had giggled about your formation of bodyguards and insisted you were fine, but whether they continued to ham up their protective act out of genuine concern or because you found it so amusing you weren’t sure.

while it was definitely entertaining, you had to draw the line when laurance nearly skipped one of his classes to sit with you in yours and travis tried to follow you in the bathroom when none of your girl friends were around.

now you practically had a circle formation around you, and both you and aphmau find yourself squished together between your friends while you all walked to lunch

“i don’t know what to do!” aphmau whines under her breath, tucked by your side. “i mean, why would anyone even spread a rumor that i’m dating aaron? and what does ivy gain from saying you’re dating gene?”

you lift a finger. “one, from what you said, it sounds like whatever… mark or scent or whatever that aaron left on you must be a part of werewolf dating culture. plus there’s the whole thing of everyone calling you the female alpha. you should talk to him about it—”

“i told you, i tried, but i didn’t even get to bring that part up! he was upset when i told him how lily was trying to use him and had the nerve to say he was disappointed in me! like i don’t even like you and i’m looking out for you! i mean… we both haven’t been very nice to each other, but—”

you hold up your other hand, groaning under your breath. “—everything leads back to those three girls. this is such a mess.”

her shoulders slump. “i know… i’m getting sick of it.”

you hold up a second finger.

“to answer the second question, ivy is doing this because she’s shallow and can’t comprehend why a boy would want to hang out with a girl unless it’s out of romantic interest. so she’s “sabotaging” our relationship with garroth so we’re not “competition”—in her eyes at least.”

“…that’s kind of sad.”

you let your hands fall while your mosh pit of a group makes it to a table, sighing as you take your seat.

“yeah, it is.”

“hi!” someone whispers excitedly next to you, and the higher pitch could mean nothing other than…

“oh! hey, nana.” you smile at the beaming meif’wa, who was holding something behind her back.

“oh, and hello, aph!” she says sheepishly, taking the seat next to you and giving a small wave to aph. “i just thought… i would make something for you since you helped me with making friends and i really look up to you. so… i wanted to give you this!”

she pulls out a small pink box with a clear top that had some winter themed cookies inside, and a bracelet with pink beads and a few bows decorated throughout.

“…this is for me?”

she nods, her fanged teeth poking out from her lips as she smiles. “i made some cookies for all of our friends, but i made a friendship bracelet for you and aphmau. i have the matching one, see?”

she lifts her wrist, showing off a bracelet with much more vivid pink hues than your muted one—a show of her consideration to preference despite the still super cutesie design. the amber doe eyed girl next to you leans forward, gasping excitedly when she’s handed a bracelet with purplish-pink tones.

“so… if you guys want them you can keep them.”

“of course i want it! thank you, nana!” aphmau squeals, leaning over to hug her and rounding you up in the embrace in the process.

“yeah, thank you. this is adorable, honestly it made my day.” you smile.

nana’s eyes light up, sparkles shining in the girl's eyes. “you do…? i’m so glad!”

aphmau looks like she’s going to say something else before the attention of the group is taken by lucinda, who rushes to sit at the table while giggling under her breath.

“what did you do?” teony deadpans.

there’s a sudden screech from a girl on the other end of the cafeteria, and after your heart jolts from the startle you quickly turn to look around, lucinda’s snickering growing a bit louder and obvious. a few of the cheerleaders are wiping away at their uniforms and backing away from a familiar head of carmine hair, who was standing in utter disgust and shock while staring down at her hands.

it takes you adjusting yourself in your seat, but you can see the food on her tray was no longer… food. instead it had melted into a pretty disgusting looking goo, almost like snail slime as it seemed to splatter all over ivy’s face and uniform. the girls who had previously been standing next to her were unfortunately subjected to being in the splash zone, the booger substance also smeared on their neat uniforms.

your eyes widen, jaw going slack as you turn back around to look at lucinda. “you… can do that?”

she quirks a brow, shrugging and looking smugly at the scene behind you as it unfolds.

“remind me never to piss you off,” laurance huffs, staring at the scene with a bit of a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

katelyn grits her teeth. “don’t tell her who you like either or she’ll turn them into a frog.”

“that was one time.”

“like, five months ago!”

“oh, whatever.”

garroth, who has been staring at the scene with equal shock to yours leans over, a bit of a grimaced smile on his face. “well, as much as this karma bit seems nice on the surface, i hope it doesn’t cause you more trouble.”

you blink, before slowly shaking your head and laughing under your breath. “honestly, i don’t even care if it does at this point.”

there’s a beat of him looking at you in surprise, before he also begins to laugh. “you know what? fair enough.”

☆

another week passed, and snow had begun to coat the ground. you had begun to wonder if taking the bus would be worth it to avoid the frigid air blowing in from the distant mountainside, a thought aphmau had also pondered with you after one too many slips on the sidewalk just in the past few days alone.

thankfully, pondering on the issue wasn’t something you had to do for long after you’d both mentioned it next to the one and only laurance zvahl.

“thank you so much again for driving us, cadenza!” aphmau beams, tapping her shoes on the floor of the blue volkswagen you both had eagerly scrambled into.

“yeah, of course! i couldn’t live with myself if i left two cute girls to freeze on the streets!” she dramatically declares, grabbing at her heart and clenching her fist.

laughter bubbles from both yours and aphmau’s lips.

“i see where laurance gets it from.” you raise your eyebrows.

“hey! i’m this charming on my own, thank you very much.” he scoffs, turning to face you two. “by the way, did you two hear?”

“hear what?”

he leans towards the backseat, elbows on the middle console. “ivy, lily, alex, and a few of the cheerleaders got busted for everything. they’re in iss until winter break.”

aphmau’s jaw drops. “they got suspended? for real?!”

cadenza nods her head, lips pursed at the juicy gossip. “even the seniors had started to hear all those rumors, but honestly most of us took your side over ivy’s. but the fact that everyone started to know about it means the school had to do something. i think it’s deserved.”

since the beginning of this week, you did notice the girls weren’t really around, constantly getting called out by administration with a gloomy look on their faces. you got called out once, just to give a rundown of everything that happened, but since then everything went… quiet.

turns out while you had been in the counselor’s office, the whole school had an assembly and was given a big talking-to about bullying and how if any teacher heard or got a report of a student spreading rumors, they’d get severe punishment.

that threat probably wouldn’t be taken too seriously, and would likely be ignored by next semester. but at least it worked as a public shaming that would hopefully deter ivy from messing with you again. not surprisingly, gene and his “gang” flew completely under the radar once again, fading into the background while everything else went to shit.

a part of you wanted to say the whole thing seemed like overkill, that it wasn’t that big of a deal. but honestly, the peace you’ve felt this week for the first time in months overrides your embarrassment that this all started over you—and aphmau too.

while cadenza turns up her music and laurance turns to stare out at the snow, you turn to aphmau with a small bit of curiosity in your eye. while one side of the issue had been resolved pretty outright… you’d noticed something really strange about the way aphmau very suddenly quit complaining about her issue with aaron. in fact, you’d noticed them walking very calmly together and even laughing–seeming to get along quite well considering their fiery past.

“so…” you start, narrowing your eyes and lowering your voice.

aphmau looks back, a bit unsettled at your sudden change in mood.

“yes…?”

“about that aaron guy.”

her face shifts to a strangely flustered expression, amber irises flicking away as she slowly shrugs. “what about him…?”

weird…

“you two seem to be getting along now. what happened?”

“uh, well!” she shifts in her seat. “it’s kind of a crazy story.”

you nod expectantly.

she deflates, eyes darting up to the front seat before back at you. “now..?”

you nod, eyebrows impatiently raising on your forehead.

“okay!” she groans under her breath. “so… you know that online friend i told you about? like, the one i’ve been friends with for years now? fc?”

you nod, face wrinkling in confusion.

“well, it turns out that fc… is aaron.”

…

“what?”

“yeah. it turns out we’ve actually been friends all this time… and enemies? without knowing it. so, we decided to give each other a try at being friends in real life and start over. turns out he’s pretty nice.”

“he’s pretty nice?”

she shrinks into her seat, looking a bit frightened by your demeanor. “yeah…? i mean, i was pretty mean to him too, so…”

“so… huh?! he’s pretty nice? he was a dick to you for the past five months, and now you’re friends in one week?”

she grins awkwardly, shrugging. “yes?”

cadenza whips her car into her spot, making laurance dramatically gasp and place his hands on the dash–saving aphmau from any further of your scrutiny. with two fingers, you motion from your eyes to hers, before slinging on your backpack and leaning in with a hissed whisper.

“you’re not off the hook, young lady.”

“okay, mom,” she sarcastically responds with an eye roll, slipping out from her side of the car with a dramatic huff. this conversation definitely wasn’t over, but at the very least you could be happy that the situation was… resolved. for now.

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