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insomniakisses · 1 month ago
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First Valentine’s Day living with Mini
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Warnings/Notes: None / Short little drabble, thats 100% NOT Late
A/N: Repost on the old blog.
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You woke up to the soft pitter patter of hurried feet and little giggles, followed by your girlfriend’s hushed whispers. Clearly a failing attempt to keep the girl quiet, you chuckle to yourself at that and close your eyes doing your best to act like you were fast asleep.
Not seconds later harper was barging in the door and jumping on you, eagerly shaking you awake and shouting to get up.
“C’mon y/n! Up! Up! It’s Mommy and you day!” Your eyes opened at that, your heart melting at the sight of mini holding a tray of ur favourite breakfast at the doorway. Harper holding a small fake rose and a heart shaped card looking at u so enthusiastically.
Despite the lingering tiredness you nod and pull her onto ur lap attempting to match her enthusiasm as the three of you got on with the day.
After a cute gift exchange and many kisses from Kat, not to mention sharing your breakfast with Harper, the three of you made it downstairs for a lazy day together. The both of you having the day off and wanting to include Harper in the celebration due to her excitement of having a day to shower someone with love.
You spent the rest of the day in front of the TV with comfort foods, Cozy movies and cuddles from your favourite girls.
Harper occasionally slipping off the sofa to colour or play with her toys, her attention span being a lot less than that of yours or Katrina’s.
Every time she climbed back into your lap shed have a nee drawing for one of you and cuddles for you both.
The day ended with Harper snuggling into your chest, eyes fluttering closed as the excitement of the fay had finally caught up to her muttering a soft “Best Mommy and Mama day”.
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anotherbabyhag · 3 months ago
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Valentine’s headcanons for all Aubrey’s characters you write for pretty please 🥺
Valentine’s Day Headcanons - Aubrey’s Characters
Rio Vidal - Rio would come up with a really unexpected and niche gift that perfectly suits your interests. She’d want to spend the entire day with you though she wouldn’t mind whether you went out somewhere or just stayed in and spent quality time together.
Sarah Fidel - Sarah would have given you a thoughtful gift and would be very appreciative of what you got for her. She’d spoil you by taking you out for your favourite date and complimenting you/flirting with you the entire time.
Lucy Stanbridge - Lucy is very traditional she’d give you flowers and chocolate and take you out for a fancy dinner.
Riley Johnson - Riley is probably working. She’d leave your gifts (jewelry and chocolate) for you to wake up to. And she’d plan a nice date for her day off - you don’t mind, you’re happy to celebrate when it suits her schedule.
Cat Adams - She’d plan something very elaborate. Maybe one of those scavenger hunts that sends you following clues all over the city. It would end somewhere secluded (she doesn’t want to see or think about other people, she just wants to focus on you) where you’d have a lovely romantic dinner.
Harper Spiller - You take the lead and use the day as an excuse to spoil her and treat her like the queen she is. You take her to a show you know she’s been desperate to see as well as taking her to a fancy restaurant for dinner. She’s really surprised and emotional because she’s not used to being treated so thoughtfully.
April Ludgate - April kinda thinks Valentine’s is dumb and overly commercial. But you guys enjoy going around a bunch of shops and getting the Valentine’s specials (exclusive items, buy one get one free deals etc). And you both buy a bunch of cheap chocolate and candy the day after Valentine’s.
Lenny Busker - Lenny would like something sweet and romantic. Maybe cooking you a romantic meal.
Kat (Spin Me Round) - Kat would sweep you off on romantic getaway somewhere. She’d want to surprise you and wouldn’t tell you where you’re going until you’re already on the plane.
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animelovelover123 · 8 months ago
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DMC Characters During Threesomes Extra
Pairings: Sparda, Urizen, Nelo Angelo, Credo, Kat, Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, Nero, and V x Reader
Synopsis: The awaited sequel to my DMC 3way story. I ended up putting off the girls for the future because writing this was really draining. The only exception is the reboot characters as, due to a lack of them, it is one of the twins, Kat, and you. I don’t intend to do the boy-girl pairings because that would be like 120 scenes (if I did the math right) and I think that would kill me.
Trigger Warnings: Spardacest and selfcest warning, the focus is on you but there are moments where characters pleasure each other and references to family ties.
Also some non-con elements (pretty much just with Urizen and Nelo Angelo), bondage, public foreplay and sex, spoilers for DMC1&4&5, oviposition (aka freaky egg stuff), emotional distress, tentacles, exhibitionism, being an experiment subject, size difference, some pain, lack of control, Macrophilia (giants), BDSM, horse crops, Shibari/Kinbaku, blood, double penetration, edging, orgasm denial, and face sitting.
Dante & Sparda
"Just relax my dear, take in the sights and scents around you." Sparda encouraged you as he helped you lay down on the luxurious bed he had moved to the garden. Around the four-poster bed were tall flower plants, painting your eye line with soft greens and colourful petals.
"You really went all out, didn't you?" Dante said, barely restraining the scoff in his voice. He could admit it was a sweet arrangement, but it seemed overkill. "We were just late coming home." Dante hopped up onto the mattress, which was specially made to fit multiple people.
"That is where you are misguided my boy," Sparda corrected as he leaned over the bed to lovingly stroke your hair and cheek. "To us, it may not seem like much, but to someone waiting at home for their partners to return, uncertainty and worry for their loved ones occupying their mind, it can be extremely stressful." Sparda cupped your cheek and lifted your chin a bit to face him, taking a moment to gaze into your eyes. "We must make up for our mistakes and soothe our love’s troubled heart and mind." He then slowly lowers himself to place a feather-light kiss onto your lips, giving you the room to turn away if you were not quite ready to forgive his and Dante's misdeed.
Dante let out a sigh that started amused but ended as being one of genuine regret. He was still not used to having someone waiting for him at home, but it was clear how upset you were when he and Sparda returned 4 days late from the supposed 1-week long mission. But now at least you looked calmer, with your red cheeks no longer covered in tears and your chest raising and lowering at a normal pace. And when he laid down beside you and started to stroke your stomach, hips, and thighs, you didn’t push him away, something that actually soothed his own troubled heart.
“I guess the old lady was right,” Dante mumbled as he watched Sparda start to kiss from your lips to your chin to your neck. “you are better at dealing with ladies.”
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This whole idea was based on the fact that in the DMC5 prequel novel Before the Nightmare, Matier (the old lady from DMC2 that fought alongside Sparda long ago) said that “his father was better at dealing with ladies, as well as better at making excuses”, or so says https://devilmaycry.fandom.com/wiki/Sparda which can’t always be trusted but it's not like I can read the Japanese only book myself to check.
Vergil & Sparda
“Slow down my boy.”  Warned Sparda in that gentle, ‘not actually angry’, parental tone as he placed a hand on Vergil’s back to help break through his son’s lustful haze and listen. “You are going a bit too fast, especially here at the beginning. You want her to feel and enjoy every little movement and sensation rather than it blazing past as a numb blur.” It takes a moment, but Vergil does slow down.
“I understand father.” Vergil huffed out, still in a bit of a daze. The rough and quick slamming of his cock into you slowed to a smooth drag, finally giving your body a chance to relax a bit as your trembling arms held you up so you weren’t face down in the mattress.
Sparda, despite being bigger and stronger, had been so very gentle and considerate of you when he did his “demonstration”, only ramping up the intensity to help push you both over the edge. But Vergil, blinded by the desire to prove himself to Sparda and the lust that had built up in him while watching you be fucked by someone else, had dived forward. He had forced himself into your still-seizing core, not even letting you finish your first orgasm before ravaging you. Thankfully Sparda was there to help and guide Vergil.
“She seems a bit overwhelmed Vergil. Look her over, ask her how she is, and care for her. It is your responsibility as the dominant one to take care of your partner. To make sure they are safe, happy, and satisfied.” Sparda instructs, though he had been watching you closely to make sure you were enjoying yourself so knew you were okay, just a bit overwhelmed.
“Right, of course.” This reminder of your pleasure snapped Vergil out of it, at least for the most part. “My darling, how are you holding up?” Vergil ran his hands up and down your back, using just enough pressure to act as a message.
“Lay her on her side for now,” Sparda said, leading Vergil to gently shift your bodies so that you were both lying on your sides facing Sparda. Vergil did not remove himself from you, his primal lust still holding on too strong to truly give you a break. At least it was more of a cockwarming situation now, for the time being at least. “There we are.” Sparda laid down as well, making it so that Vergil was pressed up against your back, giving your neck apologetic kisses, and Sparda was in front of you running his large hands over your body in a soothing pet. From up into your hair to down your sides and even your legs which he messaged a bit since they had worked so hard to keep you up as Vergil had tried to take you while you were still recovering. “Remember my boy, she is not merely a vessel to let out your lust, but a person to be cherished and, when she gives her trust over to you like this, taken care of. Do you understand?”
Vergil is only able to nod in response as he finds himself struggling to stay calm. He did agree with his father completely, but you felt so good, not just wrapped around his member but also in his arms and his heart. But he would listen to Sparda for you, out of respect for his father, and because deep down inside him Vergil wanted to surpass Sparda and his power to pleasure you.
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I thought this scenario would be a fun callback to the Nero & Vergil part since Vergil taught his son a lesson on “how to treat a woman”. Here though you can see how different Sparda and Vergil are in the way they teach and their opinions on how you should be pleasured.
Also, last time I tried to avoid references to characters by their relationships, like calling them brothers or father and son, since it makes some people uncomfortable. But this time I completely gave up. I have so many to write and I feel like the familial bonds could make an interesting dynamic. Besides, even when I blatantly point out that there was, in a way, Spardacest in the last one and tried avoiding bringing attention to it, someone still complained so what the fuck ever. Some people are gonna bitch no matter what so I’ll just ignore them and have fun making what I want without restrictions.
Nero & Sparda
It was quite the strange proposition you received from the great Lord Sparda, which is apparently rather normal in demon high society, though there it is not so much a proposition as a forced encounter. Nevertheless, here you were, having both Lord Sparda and his grandson Nero performing a practice bonding ritual on you meant as a way for a demon (or part demon in Nero’s case) to mark their partners. When Sparda had first explained this to you both, he talked of the benefits of a bond. How, even if one was monogamous, this way they could leave their scent on their partner to ward off predator demons. What he did not tell you is how intense it would be.
“That’s it, get as deep as you can.” Sparda encouraged, though it probably did not register for Nero who was bent over you rutting into you like a wild beast. Nero was at your front while Sparda was behind you. Or, to be most specific, you were practically lying on top of Sparda who was holding you in place while also thrusting up into you. The two men were sharing the same whole, stretching you beyond what you have felt before. Thankfully you were given plenty of prep. Still, it was a shock to the senses as Nero’s cock jammed in as far as it could, practically kissing your womb with his tip, while Sparda’s thrusts were more shallow as he aimed for your g-spot. “And then, right at the peak, you need to bite down where her neck and shoulder meet.” Sparda did not intend to do this, but hearing your cries of pleasure, feeling your body against his, and smelling your scent, led him to give a demonstration. He was still conscious enough to not actually create a bonding mark without your consent, but his teeth still bore down on you, leaving a mark of lust as he spilled his seed into the condom he was wearing.
Nero watched intently. He was coated in a sheen of sweat, his eyes were misty, his fangs were out, and his tongue went between lolled out and licking his lips as he looked at you.
“Wanna do it, wanna mark, please.” He begged both you and Sparda. His thrusts got more uneven as he chased his own peak, one that could only be quenched by the demonic tradition of marking and bonding. “Please, please, please.”
“I understand Nero, but we must not pressure her into making that decision in the throws of passion.” Sparda pointed out. With his own lust satisfied, at least for the moment, he let go of your hips and instead wrapped his large hands around your neck. He did not put any pressure on your neck and he let you move and bend freely. He was not restraining you but protecting you, acting as a shield so that wherever Nero did bite, he would not bind you to an unbreakable vow. You can decide if and when that happens when you are a little more sane. Right now Nero was looking down at you like you were a delicious treat and he was starving.
“Yes, need it, need you… forever~”
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This didn’t turn out quite the way I intended it to but oh well. Also, I almost switched this to being the Dante & Sparda story but then I switched it back to Nero.
V & Sparda
Tonight was supposed to be your chance to witness the most regal side of society. A ball where everyone was dressed in exuberant gowns and suits, a live orchestra was playing the music, and everything shimmered in the extravagant marble scenery and jewels adorning everything and everyone. However, your dance partners were making it hard to focus.
“You’re losing the tempo my songbird.” Says V in his silky smooth, deep voice as he dips you low. “Though I suppose it is hard to keep a beat when your heart is fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird.” One of V’s hands glides up from your side to your chest so he can feel your heartbeat, but with the squeeze he gave you it was clear what his true goals were. Before you can respond V pulls you upright again and sends you towards your other dance partner who is quick to press up against your back and wrap his arms around you to stop anyone from interrupting the sensual dance between you three.
“I do hope you are not overwhelmed, my dear,” Sparda says, his voice a bit deeper than V’s but with a more gentlemanly cadence to it. Sparda was much taller than you, standing at 7 feet tall, so when he grasped your chin with his gloved hands and made you look at him, your head had to be tilted up and pressed against his chest. “Your face is red and your breathing…” He gently runs his thumb over your lips, making the sensitive skin tingle,  “it is heavy.” His other hand glides down your torso and stops just above your sex, his fingertips just barely brushing over where your clit would be, and he pulls you tighter against him.
“Ah, you must be overheating.” V comments, drawing so close that he is on the cusp between it being appropriate and inappropriately close. “Let us step outside for some fresh, cool night air.”
You are swept away from the crowd of attendees towards a large balcony on the side of the building that does not face any garden or place where people could mill about alone. It faced out into a seemingly endless ocean sparkling in the moonlight. As you walk both men keep their hands on you, one resting on, and slowly groping your bottom while the other flicks at your bra strap over your clothes, as if threatening to undo it. Just before stepping out, Sparda made a motion towards the guards who quickly went to work closing the curtains and lining up at the door so no one could disturb you three.
“There, now we are free from that stuffy, stifling atmosphere.” V’s choice of words and tone indicated that it was not simply the obsessive heat he was glad to get away from.
“And yet our darling still seems a bit dazed,” Sparda says as he, along with V, leads you to the marble railing. Swiftly they turn you to face them, press your backside to the railing, and trap you there by each placing a hand on the railing on either side of you. “I fear it is the weight of your extravagant and voluminous gown that is the cause.”
“I agree. We must strip you of some of your layers songbird. I will start with your bodice.”
“And I with begin with your garters.”
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This started with Sparda and V just using their voices, since V had a sexy voice and I like to imagine Sparda as a gentlemanly, slightly British, voice also on the deep side. Then I started to think of what scenario could facilitate this and somehow got to dancing. Then it evolved into this. Fancy boys pretending to be fancy while they do naughty things.
Dante & Nelo Angelo
Things had developed in such a strange way that it was hard to wrap your brain around. One moment Dante and you were preparing to fight the armored being that appeared from the mirror in the castellan's private bedroom. The next you were desperately trying to jog the memory of the man inside that was clearly brainwashed. He still seemed to recognize you though as he had zeroed in on you right away and removed his helmet for you. And when he had suddenly grabbed your side and used his absurd strength to lift you like a doll and force his lips upon you, Dante knew what he had to do to save his brother.
“Come on Vergil, you remember this, right?” Dante said as he held your legs open by locking his own legs atop yours. One of his hands was holding up your top to show your breasts still sitting in your bra while his other hand, having already pulled off your underwear, was stoking and holding open your lower lips. “You’ve been in this pussy before. Remember how warm and tight it was? You used to love it.”
Nelo Angelo, as was his new name, was focused on your core. The way your slick glistened on Dante’s fingers and your body, and how your entrance flexed in nervous anticipation. He strode closer and climbed onto the bed you and Dante were on, his size and weight caused the bed to dip. He knelt there for a moment, then, like his helmet before, another part of his armour disappeared in a flash of flames, causing his cock to spring free. Nelo Angelo was larger than the man you had known before, about 1½ times larger, and that has applied to his manhood which was now as thick as your wrist and as long as your forearm.
“Oh shit.” Dante murmured, though because he was pressed up against your back you could hear his shock loud and clear. “Alright sweetie, you ready to take one for the team?”
The initial penetration was tough, with your body twitching and the wind getting knocked out of you. And when Nelo Angelo started moving the sound of his deep grunts was drowned out by your own voice crying out in pleasure and pain. Dante had to hold you in place while Nelo Angelo lost himself in the familiar feeling of your inner walls clamping down around him. In the meantime, Dante whispered words of encouragement to you and stroked your clit to heighten your own pleasure. And for all this work, you were rewarded with your insides being coated in Nelo Angelo’s hot seed, and a wavering voice calling you by a familiar pet name.
“Darling?”
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Your pussy has saved Nelo Angelo, congrats! lol
Vergil & Nelo Angelo
You were sandwiched between two men that, though from different periods of Vergil’s life, were the same man and still similar in most ways. And yet by having them both embracing the person they love the most made one act vastly different. Nelo Angelo treated you in the usual way, thrusting into you with quick precision, using his strength to hold you in place with just enough force to make it sting a little and not speaking as he was confident in his skills to please you, though that last bit was also due to the fact that he could not speak words. Vergil though…
Vergil was treating this like a competition, which in it of itself was not that surprising. The strange part was with how unsure he seemed. Perhaps it was due to being faced with himself at his weakest, or the fact that you, the one person whose opinion he cares most for, are seeing him in the weak state. Whatever the reason, he was acting more desperate. His usually strong grip was instead a gentle embrace, which, when paired with Nelo’s strong thrust, caused both Vergil and you to bounce rhythmically. His usual tight lip, open only to steal kisses and mark you with his teeth, were now split between peppering your face, neck, and chest with kisses, and saying things that were demanding, yet bordering on pathetic due to the tone.
“Darling, look at me,” Vergil said, trying to sound like his usual demanding self but instead sounding like a plea. You barely open your eyes before Nelo Angelo, going off of pure instinct, grabs your chin, forces you to turn your head, and kisses you with a strong, almost suffocating passion. “Darling.” Vergil breathed, barely subduing the tremor in his voice. His own lips dart forward, kissing your cheek then trailing down your jaw, and neck, and finally landing on the middle of your chest where your heart was. His hips also picked up the pace, though they weren’t as strong as Nelo Angelo’s. Between each kiss, Vergil demanded your attention. “Here darling. Look at me. Listen to me. Hear me. Focus on the man who drives you crazy with lust and love, body, mind, and soul. The one that has claimed you. The one you love… right?”
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I kind of lost track of what I was doing on this one TBH. Since Vergil has trauma about his time as Nelo Angelo I wanted to utilize that but I did not want to make it too intense. I originally had Vergil break down more to the point of crying, but that seemed out of character.
Nero & Nelo Angelo
Both you and Nero were frazzled but that did not stop Nelo Angelo from picking you both up. Nero instinctually started clawing and cussing but did nothing to impact Nelo Angilo’s mostly armoured body. Nero was dropped down onto the large desk and before he could reorient himself and his new position, his legs were pushed open and you were shoved down on top of him. Now you and Nero were chest to chest, laying on the table, with your legs between his. Nelo Angelo made a grunting sound as his hand, thankfully not covered in armour, grabbed Nero’s semi-hard cock and pulls it out from between you two so he can rub the tip against your still-loose entrance.
“Ya, ya, I get it.” Nero grumbles. He was having a great time but this Nelo Angelo guy was so demanding. “Yo, babe, can you lift your hips real quick?” Nero asks you as he wraps one arm around you, his hand landing on your ass to give it a good few gropes, while his other drifts down between you two. When you do as asked he quickly positions himself so that when you go back down you will take him in. However instead of slowly, teasingly grinding down, Nelo Angelo places his hand on your lower back and shoves down, forcing Nero to impale you in one go. Thankfully you have been stretched beforehand, but that jolt of pleasure and lingering pain still shot through you, making your arms and legs weak. All of your weight falls down on Nero for a moment who uses his now free hand to hold your back. “Jesus christ, you okay?” he asks you despite also having been shot with sensation as you suddenly engulfed his manhood.
Nelo Angelo makes a pleased groaning sound before he grabs Nero’s leg and pulls on them, making it so both you and Nero were hanging off the table below the belt. Your body was properly bent over the table, your torso and face safeguarded from the wooden platform by Nero’s body, with your legs hanging down but not quite touching the floor. Nero was lying face up, his upper body supported by the table while his lower body only held aloft by Nelo Angelo’s grip on his legs. Nelo Angelo steps forward a bit and, without warning, shoved his fingers into your back door to start stretching it.
With Nelo Angelo’s fingers now exploring, stroking, and scissoring open your insides, your body instinctively reacted accordingly. It was like you were his puppet that he could make twist, jerk, raise, lower, and buck with the simplest movements of his fingers. And with each movement made a domino effect to Nero, due to his position and lack of energy after the previous couple rounds, could only hold your body as it moved against and around him. Even his legs were rendered pretty useless to him as Nelo Angelo held them aloft and used them almost like leashes to hold you two in place. It was a very pleasurable break for him, allowing him to gather the energy for when it was his turn next to be on top.
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I thought about how a bunch of these focus a lot on the setup and decided I wanted a few more that were PWP.
V & Nelo Angelo
With all the thrashing and grunts of rage Nelo Angelo had been doing when first pinned down by the familiars Shadow and Nightmare, it seemed like he would not accept the next step of the process. Yet the moment you lowered your crotch onto his lips he calmed down. It was as if your warmth and scent had pacified him to an extent. It still took some time to get him to start moving though.
“That’s it songbird, keep going.” V encouraged, giving your hands a squeeze. “Let him taste your nectar. Let your love flow into him and break the chains Mundus has over his heart and mind.” V stood before you, above Nelo Angelo’s head, holding either of your hands. You were palm-to-palm with him as he did his best to keep you steady and focused. However, it was his mind that was drifting from the task at hand. In making sure things were going as intended, V had to look down at where you and Nelo Angelo were connected. Watching the way Nelo Angelo’s lips moulded to your form, how his tongue varied from long strokes to quick flicks, it was tantalizing and stirred jealousy in the pit of his stomach. “Songbird.” V breathed, his words short and vague but his tone spoke of his desires, as did the growing in his pants. With you sitting on Nelo Angelo’s face, you were at the perfect hight.
When witnessing the extent of V’s desire, Nelo Angelo seemed to recognize the spark of excitement and confidence in you. As V rushed to push his pants down enough to free his manhood with one hand, since he refused to fully let go of you, Nelo Angelo’s mouth became more aggressive and his arms lifted and wrap around your legs so he could pull you down harder onto him. The moment your lips touched V’s sensitive skin, a jolt went through him and he let out a low groan.
“That’s it, my love, let me show you love as you do for your poor knight.” With one hand still holding yours, V’s other combed through your hair, pulling you close as a subtle attempt to make you take more of him it. This chain of pleasure continued as such with Nelo Angelo holding you in place no matter how you trembled, cried out, or came.
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I’m losing steam and I am not even halfway done 🙃 .
Dante & Credo
“How dare you!” Credo snapped as he glared at you through the bars of solitary confinement. This barely slowed Dante down though.
“Just having some fun,” Dante said, flashing Credo a sly grin before focusing on you again. He gripped your hips a bit tighter and changed his angle so that the next time he thrust into you the slap of skin hitting skin and the squelching of liquids was lewd to an almost obnoxious level just to bother Credo more. Your upper body was bent forward, your hands gripping the cell bars to hold yourself up as Dante showed little mercy.
“Do you two have any shame?” Credo argued, yet he could not look away from the display in front of him. “You are prisoners for attacking His Holiness, this is not some broth- HEY!” Credo was cut off when you reached through the bars, slipped your hand under his uniform coat, and grabbed the belt holding his pants up. Credo grabbed your wrist to stop you, yet did not pry your hand off. You could feel his hand shaking a bit.
Dante let out an impressed whistle. “Feelin’ frisky today, hu baby? Alright, I’ll play along.” Dante, using his impressive height, reached over you and also between the cell bars. He grabs the flap of Credo’s uniform jacket that was covering his crotch and lifts it. He also used that to pull Credo closer, making Credo release your wrist so he could brace himself on the cell bars.
“What is the matter with you both? Cease this at once!” Credo threatened, yet did not truly fight back. There were ways he could break free, he had a weapon and his angelic form. He could easily fight you off enough to get free. Instead, he watched as you undid his belt and pulled down his pants enough to let his semi-hard cock free. The grip he had on the bars tightened to the point that his knuckles turned white and started to burn when your hand stroked his cock, your thumb brushing over the tip to encourage precum to come out. And when you finally took him into your warm mouth he failed to stifle a guttural groan of pleasure.
“That’s it baby.” Dante praised, smirking as if you and he had just won a battle. He let go of Credo, correctly guessing that Credo would no longer pull away now that your tongue was dragging along the underside of his shaft and returned his hands to your hips. Dante started his hip movements again with vigour, spurred on by your muffled moans, gasps, and gagging sounds. Each thrust of Dante’s hips bounced you forward, making you take Credo in deeper.
Credo’s mind was a battlefield between his alliance to The Order of the Sword and the burning pleasure he was feeling. But when he realized that he had unconsciously started bucking his hips forward into your mouth, he knew he had lost. He just prayed that no one would catch him down here like this or find it suspicious when he would return daily to check in on the prisoners.
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Credo is honestly the hardest for me to write, so coming up with ideas for him is hard for me. Hopefully, this is okay. I wanted to play with how outgoing Dante is with sex and affection while Credo is less open, or at least that is the assumption since we never see him react to sexual things in DMC4. Maybe in the novel, there is a moment where he is faced with things of sexual nature, but I doubt it.
Vergil & Credo
When you looked down you could see your chest clear as day due to the low cut, loose neckline of the silky dress you had been gifted and ordered to be put on. If you try to adjust it though, your hand will get a sharp whip.
“Hands down.” Came Credo’s order as he used the end of his crop to push your hand down.  “You are to stand straight and hold your head high. Stand your ground with pride and confidence.”
“And if you don’t, you know what will happen.” Added Vergil as he stalked around you in a circle. He was rhythmically smacking his upturned palm hard enough to make a sound that was both tantalizing and threatening. “So raise your head and eyes.” Vergil tucked the tip of his crop under your chin and used it to push your head up. “Focus on your masters. Thank us for our wonderful gift.” He said, referring to the wrap dress you were in that was held together by ribbon. It was silky and cool, a great contrast and soothing element to how heated your skin gets when being struck. But it was also weak, as Credo demonstrates by easily pushing it aside to slide his crop tip in through the part.
“If not, then we may just take it back.” Credo pressed the leathery tip against your lower abdomen, just below your underwear waistband. A clear indication of where you would next be receiving punishment.
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I originally had this weird idea of setting this back in time when Vergil visited Fortuna and have this thing where you were dating Credo and Vergil was like a god and gifting you and Credo with the next child of the Sparda bloodline. It was weird and the timeline definitely would not match up and Credo would be Nero’s adoptive/half dad, and it was a mess. Thankfully I switched to this idea where I showcase and utilize the men’s dominating, commanding personalities.
Nero & Credo
Once the anger and adrenalin had faded from their battles and survived Sanctus Diabolica’s crazed destruction for godlike power, only fear remained in Nero and Credo: the fear of you. They knew you would be upset and hurt at the two men you love most in the world nearly killing each other and getting killed by a man with power Credo helped him obtain. And to add salt to the wound, they were both stuck in hospital beds barely able to move. They would recover in time, but for now, they were at the mercy of you. They expected tears, accusations, shouting, or, worst case scenario, a breakup. What they were not expecting was the punishment.
“Fuck, please, you're killing me.” Nero panted, using what little strength and movement ability to desperately jerk his hips up in hopes of penetrating your entrance that you so cruelly pressed and rubbed against the tip of his hard-on. However, due to not having the use of his hands so not being able to properly aim and hold steady as he pushes through your entrance, his cock slip and slides along your skin. “Let me in babe, please.” His pleas were ignored though.
“You’ve done enough, we understand our faults.” Credo tried to reason with you through gritted teeth. He had enough control to not fruitlessly thrust up as he knew you would not let his cock slip betwixt your beautiful lips. You would kiss, lick, and tease his shaft at an agonizingly slow pace until you deemed that they had sufficiently suffered. “Cease this ridiculous tantrum-” With a simple pull, the belt around the base of Credo’s dick stopping him from cuming tightened, silencing him in an instant. His back arched off the bed and the gasp he let out sounded suspiciously like a moan. The torture for him was twofold as he both hated being denied release yet also was further aroused by your harsh treatment.
“God damn it.” Nero cussed as you use your lower body to stroke his cock but did not give him the satisfaction of being pulled into your warmth. “I’m sorry babe, I’m fuckin’ sorry okay? I was stupid and rash. I shot first and asked questions later, that was wrong.” Nero finally broke down.
“Y-yes, I need to apologize.” Credo panted, his face turned away in shame at admitting his wrongdoing and defeat. “I was blinded by my faith, putting everyone in danger and hurting you. I’m sorry.”
There was a suspenseful pause, Credo and Nero’s bodies and minds still buzzing, hoping that by giving in they would be rewarded.
“H-hey, where the hell are you going?” Nero stammered as you pulled away from them.
“You can’t leave us here like this,” Credo argued as you began to walk away, only bothering to throw a blanket over each of them to cover their still sensitive manhoods.
“You can’t just blueball us like this!”
“I order you to come back… HEY!”
Their shouts and then disgruntled grumbles could be heard all through the house, a victory tune of sorts and something that will be burned into Nero and Credo’s minds from now on so they know never to do such a thing to you again.
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I was trying a new dynamic/kink with this one. Not sure if I did it well but I’ll get better with more practice.
V & Credo
Credo’s breathing was long and deep to take in enough air despite the bindings around his bare chest, neck, and arms and his eyes glanced up at the statue of the saviour in the opera house. In his mind, he prayed for forgiveness and understanding, but when you gave the order to kneel, his heart and body did so without hesitation.
V, on the other hand, had no shame or hint of doubt. He knelt for you, the being more precious and sacred to him than any deity. The red jute rope you have used to tie up his body, the way it twisted and folded over itself in intricate patterns, how it restrained his movements, the way your hands had glided over his painted body, it was all a sinful bliss that was more pleasurable and beautiful than any work of art he has encountered before.
And then there was you, sitting atop the stage with more rope in your hands. You could wrap a piece around their heads to gag them, tie their thighs to their calves so they couldn’t stand, hell you could use the ropes to suspend them in the air if you so desired. No matter what you chose to do though, the men before you, with faces as red as the ropes that bound them and eyes hazy with lust, would do anything you asked of them. Even if you ask them to stay still as the heel of your shoe presses down on the bulge of their pants.
V lets out a long, deep moan as his eyes fully closed and his back arches. Credo grits his teeth and turns his head away, as if he could mask the pleasure he felt at submitting to you like this. His hips gave away his inner desires though as they lifted up, forcing more pressure between your foot and his prick.
These two are at your mercy, like two followers desperate for their saviour to bless them. However, unlike Sparda, your sinful gifts were actually given and are enough to drive these men wild. Even when the gift came with some pain, as it did now with you grinding your feet down, both men thanked you.
“Oh dear songbird, our mistress.” V moans, his legs twitching like an all too pleased mut while Credo leans forward to kiss your legs as thanks, his teeth occasionally nipping at your clothes as a hint that he wishes to pull them from your delicious skin. “Thank you for this gift. Please, allow us to pay back your kindness. Let us shower you in the pleasure you deserve. Let us worship you.”
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Initially, the only idea I had was the general theme of was religious or sacrilegious since Credo is a devout follower of The Order of the Sword and V has a poetic, old-fashioned, intelligent personality. However, I struggled to build an actual scene around that aside from “fuck in religious building”. Then I started thinking about Kinbaku-bi and added some religious themes and I had it. That’s how a lot of these go, I think of a very loose concept or theme based on the personalities of the two characters and then try to create a scene from it.
Dante & Urizen
You were not privy to what Dante had been planning when he told you he had a “sweet idea”, or what his twin brother Vergil had to do with it. The twins spoke, Vergil got mad, Dante laughed, Vergil huffed and gave in, then walked off “to prepare”, or so Dante had told you when he joined you on the couch again. No amount of questions or tricks gets Dante to spill the beans of his plan. He just gives you a toothy grin and tells you to “buckle up for the ride of your life”. This ride ends up being Urizen sitting on a self-made throne in an abandoned building halfway to being taken over by the forest it resides in.
“Come on baby, don’t be scared, he won’t hurt ya. And he already knows the safe words so don’t worry, just have as much fun as you can. He owes me quite a few so have your fill.” Dante shoots you a wink. Urizen lets out a groan that is more like a growl and he rolls his many eyes.
To help you relax and get into the mood, Dante starts by touching and stripping you while Urizen just observes. And when you still instinctually tense up when one of Urizen’s tentacles approaches you, the self-proclaimed demon king switches tracks.
“Woah there, getting impatient Mr. High and Mighty?” Dante teased, a rare blush painting his cheeks as a slick tentacle slid between his lower set of cheeks.
“The Ms. seems frightened of my touch. Once she sees the pleasure it can bring she will relax and enjoy herself more.” Urizen stated with as much enthusiasm as a man giving a presentation at work. But then it takes on a snide, superior tone. “Is that not what you want Dante?” It was a direct jab meant to strongarm Dante into giving in despite Urizen doing this to pay back a debt. A small way for the demon king to assert power.
“You’re not wrong,” Dante admitted, trying to keep up a confident, unbothered demeanour. “Hope you enjoy the show baby girl.”
Dante’s focus stuck to you, but between his kisses and remarks were gasps, hisses, and moans as the tentacles explored. You could feel his body jolt when Urizen first shot him with a spray of lubricant. Then, as he finally entered you, you could see the strain in his expression and how his body tensed as a tentacle also entered him. His thrusts were uneven, but not out of choice. Sometimes Urizen thrust in time with Dante, and other times he would suddenly slam into Dante, forcing him forward and into you. And when Urizen also entered your backend, he pretty much took control of the pace.
“You both fell in line so quickly.” Urizen comments as he looks down at you and Dante, both lying on your sides, surrounded by tentacles that wrap, slither, vibrate, and stroke your naked bodies in the nest of pleasure. Dante, lost in lust due to still fucking you while also being fucked, couldn’t stay still. His lips wouldn’t leave yours, giving you barely the space to breathe with his tongue, partially triggered to be longer, ravaged you. One of his hands was holding the back of your neck in a possessive gesture while his other arm was holding one of your legs up, making it easier for both him and Urizen to thrust into you. “You creatures are slaves to lust.”
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This one I started with a vague idea of Dante starting the threesome for fun and also being fucked by tentacles. I began writing and was like “I’ll figure it out as I go”. I then proceeded to create a story progression as wiggling as one of Urizen’s tentacles that has not the best structure. Oh well, hope you like the mental images.
Vergil & Urizen
As your consciousness drifts back to the waking world, you are met with the chatter of many creatures speaking in their own ways yet are somehow communicating. None were speaking to you, not out of malice or disrespect though. They simply did not realize their queen was awake. They were addressing their rulers, one of which you were snuggled up against while he was snug inside you.
“And have you delivered the message to the Fire Hell that their days are numbered if they don’t comply?” Asked Vergil to whatever demon servant was present. His warm breath glided over your hair when he spoke, tickling the nerves ever so slightly. Both his arms were down on the armrests of his thrown as if you being in his lap came as naturally to him as wearing clothes.
To be fair, you spent more time in one of their laps than in your seat. You had your own place, but your husbands both preferred you use them as your thrown, draped in sheer cloth and jewels like a living sculpture that is to be witnessed, marveled, and longed for by all, but not approached as only Urizen and Vergil has the right to touch you.
When your brain processed the limp cock still buried inside of you, your insides unconsciously clench down. The sensation of your inner walls constricting around him made Vergil groan, one hand clenching his armrest while the other snapped up to grasp your already stained and torn clothes.
“Our queen has awakened.” Came Urizen’s gravelly voice, the mere tone being enough to silence everyone else in the room. His head turns towards you, as do most of his eyes. A few keep watching to make sure no one dares approach you. “Leave us.” He makes a sweeping arm motion over the crowd of people who all tense up, sensing the threat in his command. Despite the impending pain if they disregard his orders, all eyes turn to you for the final decision. It isn’t until you give the okay that all your underlings scatter. Within the minute everyone but you and your pair of kings had left. Now alone, Urizen’s stance, tone, and movements became more relaxed and softer. He reached a hand out toward you slowly so as not to startle you and ran his pointed fingers through your hair, smoothing it down and giving a pleasant scratch. He leaned on one arm of his thrown, towering over you and Vergil, though Vergil was not intimidated by him at all. “How are you? Not too overworked I hope.”
“Definitely still tight enough.” Vergil jumps in, his lips twisted up into an all too pleased grin.
“Being shaped to fit your lovers perfectly is quite the feat.” Urizen compliments as his hand drags down your back. One finger curled under you to poke at where Vergil and you were still connected.
“There is still a lack of energy and strength though.” Vergil becomes a bit more serious as he tucks a finger under your chin and lifts your head, only for it to flop down as soon as he lets go. “I little pick-me-up is needed.”
Urizen gives a nod then pulls his hand away. With his hand as a baton, he controls the roots and branches of the Qliphoth tree, which is what makes up your home and most of the furniture in it. From the ceiling descends a branch with but one fruit on it. One is more than enough for you though. In fact you aren’t even fed the whole thing since it is so hard to grow one. Instead, Urizen uses his claw-like fingers to penetrate the apple-like fruit and cut out a chunk. As soon as the skin is broken, a small fountain of liquid, the colour and power of human blood but with a ripe taste, somewhat like both a sweet apple and a peach, comes pouring out. Urizen and Vergil both make sure said liquid splashes onto you.
“Eat my queen,” Urizen says not as an order, but a request, which is a privilege only you are gifted. “you need your strength for the next round.”
Vergil gently lifts your head towards the fruit piece, leaving you to open your mouth and chew at your own pace. Once you start regaining some energy, with you now being able to sit up on your own, Vergil and Urizen’s attentions shift. Vergil leans in and starts licking up the rivets of juice flowing down from your lips and where you had been sprayed. Urizen, using his powers to lift Vergil’s thrown so you could all be at eye level, does the same. Vergil uses his smaller form to clean harder-to-reach places like your neck, face, and ears. Urizen, on the other hand, takes long sweeping licks along your back, chest, stomach, and lower. With the mixture of intimacy and the power gained from the fruit of the Qliphoth tree, your energy not only refilled but began to overflow. All this energy would be needed though as you could feel Vergil’s cock growing stiff inside of you and Urizen’s tongue starting to lap at your sensitive spots despite having already cleaned off the juice from there.
It was going to be another long day for you all.
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I wanted to go for a regal, supervillain overlord kind of thing without being too gross about it. Hopefully, that came across. Also, though I can’t actually decide how the reader feels or reacts to things or that would take people out of it, I also tried to at least imply that the reader here willingly chose to be the Queen for these two Kings, not a kidnapping victim or forced marriage or anything like that. I hope that also got across without taking anyone out of the story too much.
Nero & Urizen
Nero had charged in with good intentions, but his blind rage at seeing you at the mercy of the self-proclaimed Demon King had made his fighting sloppy and left him open. Within minutes Nero was in the same predicament as you, held aloft by tentacles that slithered under his clothes. He thrashed and cursed, but he was outmatched in strength and limbs as he was pulled closer to Urizen sat atop his thrown.
Urizen, for his part, had been oddly interested in you, watching you squirm, pant, and moan as his tentacles explored your body. He could feel you through the tentacles, your warmth, your softness, even your scent. It was captivating to him, stirring something within him other than a lust for power that he had never felt in his short existence. When Nero had entered the equation, he saw such a pitiful creature as nothing but a nuisance and distraction, so pined him down just to stop him. The tentacles did the same exploration to Nero purely because Urizen was so focused on feeling and revealing your body that the other tentacles, with no real orders, did the same to their captives. Nero was of no interest to him, that is until you moaned out Nero’s name. Your body, though already sensitive to the tentacles, reacted differently when you bore witness to Nero’s begrudging pleasure.
“You mean something to this woman,” Urizen said, some of his eyes turning to look at Nero, his voice the usual gruff gravitas but with an underlining sense of intrigue and jealousy.
“Fuck you.” Was Nero’s response to this, his breath heavy as he tried to repress the waves of pleasure he received from the tentacles flicking at his nipples and coiling around his painfully hard cock. Urizen did not grace Nero with further words, instead turning his attention back to you and the way your pussy clenched and dripped not just from the tentacle massaging your clit but from watching Nero’s penis be stroked and his chiseled chest being revealed as a tentacle ripped the fabric of his shirt open. This rush in you… it was beautiful to Urizen. It ignited feelings and sensations in Urizen that he could not understand yet but knew that he needed more.
The tentacles brought you and Nero closer together and worked to find what ways they could touch you to heighten the desire between you two. The experimentation grew more intense and brought you closer together until the preverbal pieces fit together.
“The hell do you think you're doing jackass?” Nero asked as you were twisted into a horizontal position and your legs were pulled open. When Nero was brought closer, nestled between your legs, realization hinted Nero. “No, fuck off, what is wrong with you!?” Nero cursed, thrashed, and fought harder than before, but was ignored by Urizen who was wholly focused on how your body reacted to Nero’s body being put between your legs. The tentacle coiled around Nero’s cock pulled away but stayed close enough to aim the prick towards your core. There was no stopping what was about to happen. “I’m sorry,” Nero said in a mix of a moan and a whimper. He felt he had to, not only for what was about to happen, but also because of how excited he was for it, how much he wanted you from the moment he stepped into the room and saw you being pleasured. His jealous anger was going to be satisfied, and he hated how quickly he gave in.
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Just like the Nero & Vergil part last time, the base idea of being forced to fuck by a giant has been in my brain for years. Now I get to use it. Thank you Nero for letting me get all these weird thoughts out of my head, lol.
V & Urizen
“It’s alright my love.” V coos affectionately as he stroked your hair and held your head to his chest. “There is no need to panic, you know I would never let anything harm you. Thrashing around like that will only make things harder on you. So just relax and let it happen.” He grabs one of your legs and gently moves it to spread your legs, giving more room for the tentacles to move, prod, and release onto your core.
“You are far too tight,” Urizen said trying to sound intimidating though it teetered on sounding like a disgruntled grumble, which was more accurate to what he was feeling. He could feel through the tentacles. It was as if his own finger was sliding betwixt your folds, spreading the lubricant both he and you were creating around, and gently pressing against your entrance, desperate to be let in. “Is this not enough slick? Do you require more?” Suddenly the tentacle pulled back and released a large spray of slickness that covered not just your core, but also splashed onto your stomach, chest, and onto V as well. At least it smelled sweet, like fruit.
“So impatient.” V chuckled as he whipped off the slick that had hit him with his long, thin fingers. “My apologies love, my other half did not inherit any of my grace or understanding of anticipation.” V lifted his fingers to your mouth, motioning for you to lick him clean. The slick also tasted of fruits and had a healing and energizing quality to it. Clearly V wanted you to keep up your energy for the long haul. As you accepted his offering, he looked up at Urizen. “Our precious darling is used to the manhood of us when we are one. This is a new experience for them and it will take a lot of gentle coaxing.” Once you finish cleaning off his fingers, V uses his hand to grab one of yours and bring it to his cock, making you wrap your fingers around the already hard shaft and start stroking. “Just take things slow my dear and focus on me.”
For a while you did, getting into a rhythmic pattern. Sadly it was harshly shattered when one of Urizen’s tentacles slammed into you, forcing itself through your now-relaxed muscles before they could clench up again. Urizen had gotten impatient, and honestly rather jealous of his other half, so took matters into his own hands. Thankfully the penetration did not hurt all that much and was more so shocking. Still, V shot Urizen a glare.
“Clearly you lack the ability to listen as well.” V held you a little closer to his chest as if he would shield you from the feeling of the tentacle twisting, sliding, and exploring your insides like a snake looking for a place to borrow.
“Silence,” Urizen spoke in defiance, a somewhat satisfied smile coming to his lips as he watched your reaction and felt your moist heat wrapped tightly around him through the tentacle. “They are fine. Besides, going so slow and delicate will never prepare her for the real test.” Urizen sat back a bit and started stroking his own cock which was the size of your whole arm.
“Alright.” V sighed, his free hand moving down to stroke your stomach soothingly. “I suppose he is right my love. I apologize for the rough treatment. Although, we did warn you when you requested to have all of Vergil, the good, the bad, the romantic, the animalistic, the rough, and the gentle.”
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I wrote this instead of going to sleep on time for work the next day. I make good, healthy decisions.
Urizen & Nelo Angelo
The impact of Nelo Angelo being thrown to the ground shook the room along with your eardrums due to the thud and shout of pain from the fallen dark knight.
“Is this truly what you crave?” Urizen asked with unprecedented rage. The sight of him at his weakest is an insult as is, but to see your desire to help this insignificant weakling has set him spiralling. “You wish to waste your time saving this pathetic creature? Fine then, prove for yourself how inferior it is.” You, being held in Urizen’s hand, were shoved down onto Nelo Angelo.
Thankfully Urizen had already forcefully ripped most of Nelo Angelo’s armour off so you weren’t pressing your chest against hot demonic metal. On the other hand, Nelo Angelo had spent so long in the armour that feeling your skin on his cold, pale skin sent a jolt through him. He took in a heavy gasp that turned into a moan as the breath was released. Feeling anyone was more intimate than he had felt in a decade, but the fact that it was you was enough to get him hard.
You had been told by V, who was the one that suddenly appeared with Nelo Angelo in tow, that making love to him would bring him back to his senses. Urizen had caught you at the beginning of this process and his reaction was visceral. Still, the chance of saving Nelo Angelo was there and it wasn’t like Urizen was going to let you two go, so the process continued.
Nelo Angelo, battered, bruised, and confused, struggled to participate in the lovemaking, but at least he reciprocated. When you kissed him he kissed back. When you wrapped your arms around him as best you could, his arms would snake around you as well. And once you two have joined and your hips start rolling, Nelo Angelo moves in the same rhythm so his cock can be buried as deep inside you as possible. This, however, ends up being both your undoing.
Urizen watches as you two grow closer, more intimate, and it infuriates him further. Suddenly, just as you were about you reach your peak, Urizen’s fingers wrap around your body and rips you away from Nelo Angelo.
“Your essence will not to be wasted on scum like that.” Urizen uses his other hand to press one of his fingers against your needy hole desperate to be filled back up. One of Urizen’s fingers, though thinner than Nelo Angelo’s hardened cock, greedily took the job. He did not give you time to adjust to the change in size and shape though as his finger fucked you quickly and roughly. “You are not to waste your body on trash like that. You belong to someone superior. You belong to me.” Urizen growled.
And as you are practically dragged to the peak of ecstasy, you look down at Nelo Angelo still splayed out on the floor, his cock hard and but a sliver of recognition in his eyes that was fading without your embrace.
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I was going for a mean, sad, angry sex kind of feeling which I think I did get across, but does that make it not sexy anymore? I’m kind of just sad now.
Nelo Angelo & Credo
Credo knew of Nelo Angelo before he appeared on the island, having been subject to Agnus’ rantings and raving, so was prepared to test his combat skills with him. But fate had a different idea. Nelo Angelo had no interest in fighting, only throwing aside any creature or thing that got in his way as he marched towards his goal, the one thing his heart and broken mind were still clinging to, you. The Order of the Sword, seeing this as an opportunity to gain more knowledge and power, used you as bait and trapped you in a room with Nelo Angelo with a wall made of glass so your interaction could be observed. The one saving grace you were given, if only to make sure you survive long enough for data to be collected, was Credo. Unbeknownst to everyone but yourself, you were now trapped in a room with your past and current loves, both feeding off of each other’s aggression and desire to dominate and win you over.
“You damned demon, you’re hurting her!” Credo said, his voice distorted from being in his angelic form, as he used his shield arm to force a wedge between you and Nelo Angelo.
The sudden intrusion caused Nelo Angelo to halt his movements and release your legs from the spread eagle he had put you in. His cock slid out of you, but with how long you have been ravaged your core did not tighten and close right away. It stayed open a bit, framed by red, raw skin from Nelo Angelo’s armour, leaving it so very empty and sore. This was something Credo could not bear to see.
Without a word, Credo replaced Nelo Angelo in front of you and between your legs like it was his right and duty to care for you. It was not aftercare he provided though. Instead, his own manhood, lengthened and hardened more than usual due to his angelic form, filled up your empty hole. Though his penis was harder than Nelo Angelo’s, the rest of him was softer. The feathers surrounding his thighs and lining either side of his crotch were silky and pillowy, providing relief like a cool water-soaked cloth on the forehead. The forced spread eagle Nelo Angelo had put you in was also dropped, letting your muscles relax as they were made to encircle Credo’s feather-covered waist. Credo’s movements were slow and precise, trained to please you in the perfect way without overexerting you. It was a break from Nelo Angelo’s rougher treatment, though it did not last forever.
Soon Nelo Angelo became impatient. He grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you to lay down on your back over the table in the room, your head hanging upside-down off it. You get a glimpse of the glass wall where The Order of the Sword’s scientists are watching the scene unfold before Nelo Angelo blocks your view, his arousal hanging in front of your mouth waiting to be let in.
As you are about to be taken at both ends, an uncertainty hangs in the air. How long will this testing go on for?
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I had an initial idea but then I thought about a fanfiction I read on Tumblr where the reader and Leon Kennedy, infected with the Las Plagas, are put in a room to be studied as Leon ravages reader and tries to impregnate her. I forgot who wrote it and I can’t find it! :< But if I find it again or if someone recognizes it and can send it to me, I will link it here. I really liked that story and decided that that kind of scenario would fit best with Credo and Nelo Angelo so I switched it. I’ll use the original idea for a different pair.
Credo & Urizen
Urizen is sitting on his throne. In front of him stood Credo in his angelic form. Credo’s legs shook and his hands flexed, itching to pounce on you. You were kneeling on the floor panting and shaking, drenched in the slick from Urizen’s tentacles. The substance soaked into the shreds that were once your clothes, making them somewhat transparent and cling to your dirty skin, but thankfully smelt pleasant to you. To Credo though, along with your own scent, was a pheromone, an intense aphrodisiac that was infecting his mind and body, demanding him to step closer.
“Go my general,” Urizen urges, though with his natural voice, it sounds like an order. “Look into the eyes of the person whom you have desired for so long but contradictory human beliefs told you you could not have and unleash onto them all of the lust they have caused in you.” This was a gift, or so Urizen claimed. In reality, this was more of a bribe. Urizen had heard tales of how exceptional Credo, captain of the Holly Knights, was and strived to recruit him to his army. It had been a challenge though as Credo had clung to the idea that he was a righteous angel. What luck though that the person that Urizen had already intended to take as his own also happened to be Credo’s weakness. “Let the desire flow through you and revel in the power you now hold.”
Credo hesitated, transfixed by the way the tentacles continued to pour the liquid onto you, a waterfall of slickness that made it impossible for your hair to stay in one place but kept you on the floor in a puddle so slippery that you had no friction to stand or crawl. Urizen guides him forward using his tendrils all while continuing to encourage him to make use of this opportunity, to assert his dominance, and to relieve himself of the bottled-up desire. You look up at him, perhaps pleading for more or glaring up at him, calling him the monster you always thought he was. No matter what, all three of you… you know that no matter what you do or say, Urizen will not be letting you leave, even after you pass out from pleasure.
When Credo does finally give in, stepping forward and enacting the countless scenarios he has imagined of you while living in Fortuna, Urizen will praise him, feeling satisfied in, as he believes, how this moment has grown the bond between you all and brought you closer to accepting your role as the future queen of the demons and humans.
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Hmm… I’m not sure about this one. I like it, but it also seems messy…
Urizen & Sparda
You have been hand-chosen by the rulers of both the underworld and the human world to aid them in a mission of the utmost importance. You were found by Lord Sparda, the man who took down the old king of the underworld, Mundus. Sparda took you to Urizen, the demon that started conquering the human world and who Sparda made truths with rather than an enemy. Both these creatures had agreed that you were perfect to carry out this critical mission. You are to be the vessel for which their heirs would be born.
“To think,” Came Urizen’s thunderous, rumbling voice as he gazed down at you cradled in his tentacles. His breath was still heavy, though, for pride's sake, he tried to hide how heart-pounding the moment had been for him. “that seeing you like this, swollen with my seed, would be so satisfying and beautiful.” He reached out a finger and gently caressed your abdomen which was now enlarged due to the egg nestled inside you.
“Well done my friend,” Sparda said both as a compliment and to gain Urizen’s attention. “Now it is my turn.” There was a bit of impatience in his tone. Urizen hesitated for a moment, reluctant to let you go so soon after, but he had made a deal. Plus, Sparda’s hunger was starting to transcend into dominating anger. You were lowered down into Sparda’s awaiting arms who cradled you to his chest in the bridal position. “There you are, my dear.” Sparda’s voice was affectionate and still held a regal edge to it. He carried you towards a platform made of soft leaves and flowers which Sparda had requested be made for this event. “You have been doing so well for us, accepting Urizen’s seed. And now…” You are laid down on the plush, natural bed and Sparda quickly slots himself between your legs. He had a fire in his eyes and his body was tense with anticipation as he reached down and started undoing his belt. “It is time for me to fertilize you.”
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Surprisingly enough, coming up with the base idea for this was not that hard, it popped into my head really fast. What I struggled with was deciding who would give you the egg and who would fertilize it since Sparda is a demon with bug features, which lays eggs for the most part. However, he also has other animal parts like hooves and an upside-down fish mouth. Urizen has tree features. Trees do make goopy sticky things, but they reproduce with seeds, which is another form of egg. Thankfully my editor helped me choose and when I apologized for asking them weird questions about my weird stories they said “Not weird, imaginative.”. Ahhh, I love them so much!
Sparda & Credo
All you could see right now was Credo staring at you as you did both the most worshipful and sinful thing imaginable. You were a lady of the church and you had been left to start a task while Credo momentarily stepped out to grab something. However, with the express knowledge that he would soon be returning, your devotion to Sparda was being rewarded by the saviour himself. And Credo was able to fully bear witness to this giving of the gift as Sparda had a hold on your thighs, holding them open and using them as leverage to lift and lower you onto his cock. A cock, which needs to be said, was buried in your ass. Sparda’s pace was rather fast, but when he noticed Credo, he slowed to address the captain.
“Come, kneel before me,” Sparda ordered. His lips curled up into a pleased smile when Credo did as told with little hesitation. “Good. Now aid me in my mission.” Sparda pulls open your legs a bit wider to draw Credo’s attention to your currently dripping cunt which glistened with unused slick. “Let go of formalities, put aside inhibition, and embrace the natural desire within you.”
“Yes, my lord.”
The task was left purposely vague, allowing Credo to proceed as he wished. And what he wished was to taste the sweet nectar unjustly being neglected. Credo moved forward, keeping his hands on his thighs to keep his posture more polite and structured, and brought his face closer to your core. “Thank you for this gift,” he breathed just before his tongue stretched out so the tip could drag along your skin. From your lips to your inner thighs, and even down to your perineum. It was as if he was teasing himself, holding back to make the final dive between your folds all the sweeter.
“Look, my dearest,” Sparda said, his soft tone making it an encouragement rather than an order. Though his solid thrusts up into you muddled your perception of the intensity. He pressed his head up against the side of yours, nuzzling you in an affectionate, almost animalistic way. “See how he adores you. Feel what it is like to be worshiped, as you deserve.”
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I am quickly realizing that I keep putting Credo in a similar submissive position of doing as ordered. It fits his character since he followed The Order of the Sword and Sanctus way past where a reasonable person would. And for Sparda, he does not really have a set-in-stone personality, so I just keep messing with it, lol.
Nelo Angelo & Sparda
You are surrounded by lush, silky fabrics and cushions. Your body is sunk into the bed the perfect amount and the countless pillows cushioning and circling your head is like a nest of comfort and luxury. The room is quiet, the gentle light of the morning casting through the windows but not directly on you. The distant, gentle sound of the fountain outside and birds singing can barely be heard along with the soft breaths and mouth sounds of the men showering you with affection. Nelo Angelo, free from his armour so you can see his pale skin and striking blue veins, is to your right pressing featherlight kisses along your chest while one of his hands caresses the opposite side of your chest and your side. His eyes stay closed for the most part as he focuses on bringing you soft, calm pleasure. They rarely flutter open so you can see his red orbs. Sparda lay between your legs peppering kisses along them, paying special attention to your inner thighs. His eyes remain focused on you, watching the way your body flexes and twitches in response to their combined touch and gauging your emotions to make sure you are enjoying yourself and changing tactics if you aren’t.
Everything is so soft, gentle, quiet, and smooth… it is almost enough to make you forget that you had been plucked from your normal life and locked up in the tower of the rulers of the underworld’s castle like a princess from a fairytale.
“Don’t be afraid my dear,” Sparda whispers as his kisses draw closer and closer to your sex. “Let us wash away all your concerns, fears, and responsibilities.”
Nelo Angelo shifts closer, laying lengthwise beside you so you can feel most of his body and how much bigger he is than you.
“We can do everything for you and give you anything you desire. We can drown you in luxury and passion, let you be free from any work and just enjoy the pleasures of life. All you have to do is agree to be our queen.”
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I also wrote this one while slowly falling asleep. I had a good nap though. This is based off of this vague memory I have which I am 60% sure I imagined of the protagonist of a female-oriented show getting kidnapped by a bad guy that loved them. They chained her to the bed and tried to convince her to join him, but no NSFW stuff happened. My head tells me it was from Sailor Moon but my head also says I made that shit up. IDK, maybe someone else remembers it too.
Kat & Reboot Dante
“Are you sure about this?” Kat asked as she moved above Dante’s head. You were already impaled on his cock so Kat was the only one not yet in place.
“Fuck ya.” Dante practically panted as he looked up at Kat’s glistening cunt like a hungry dog waiting for its next meal. “Come on Kat, put all your weight on me, you know I can take it. I wanna drown in you.” One of his hands left your rolling hips to grab the space between Kat’s leg and torso, then pulled on her to encourage her to take the final plunge.
With a gulp and a deep breath, Kat lowers herself and instantly jolts when Dante’s tongue darts out to meet her. With you and her facing each other, you could see how tense her body was and how she instinctually tried to jerk away from Dante’s mouth who was not going easy on her. Her face was bright red and her eyes closed, a sign that she was still embarrassed as this was her first time being intimate with you both. As if begging for comfort, she lifted her shaky arms out to you. As you embrace, her arms wrap around your neck and she pulls you in for gentle kisses, a contrast to how intense Dante was moving beneath you both. His aggressive motions made both of you bounce, you a fair bit and her a little but she matched your movements, her chest jiggled as it pressed against yours, and even through the soft mounds, you could still feel how hard and fast her heart was pumping. You were her rock while Dante was her wave.
As for Dante? Well, he was in heaven. He had two of the smokin’ hottest people he had ever seen smothering him. In this position he had the perfect concoction of being in control and submissive, and of being the center of attention and voyeuristic viewing, or listening in his case. Kat’s and your primary pleasure was coming from him, his cock and tongue. The way you and Kat bounced and grinded against him gave him that masculine pride based in sexual prowess. He could manipulate you both, making you both stutter in your movements and let out sharp gasps and moans by suddenly slamming up into you or taking Kat’s clit between his lips and sucking harshly. At the same time, he is under you both, making his movements limited. He could move his mouth and buck his hips a bit, but if you two really wanted to you could put all your weight on him, stopping his movements, or pull away from him, leaving him needy and cold. You both were largely relying on him, yet he knew you two were satisfying each other. If he slowed his movements he could listen to the sloppy sounds of lips and tongues moving against each other desperately. He could feel from where your weight lay who was leaning in. Though it was a little frustrating that he did not actually get to see Kat groping your chest or you sucking on her tit. But he was stuck like this, unable to escape this pleasure. That was more of a blessing than a curse though, especially when you and Kat come undone on top of him for the first time, soaking his body and mind completely.
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I did not mean to write so introspectively but here you go.
Kat & Reboot Vergil
“Don’t look so worried Kat.” Vergil said gently, reaching out his right hand to stroke her head, ending with holding the back of her head to keep her still as he leans into to kiss her temple. “I’ll take care of you.” He promises, kissing her cheek and then her lips all while his left arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you against his side. Seeing as you were all naked, every touch was skin-to-skin. And with his head turned towards Kat you had free reign to kiss and touch him if you wished. “I’ll take care of both of you.” He breathed as his lips parted from hers. He then turned to you, giving you the same treatment. “Lay down on the bed for me in whatever position is comfortable for you both.”
You and Kat climb up onto the bed and she naturally gravitates towards you, unintentionally forcing you to lay on your back so she could rest her head on your shoulder. Your warmth, your heartbeat, the way you stroked her head and shoulders, it was all comforting to her in this new experience. It was a new experience for all of you, but Vergil acted confident, like he had done this countless times before. In reality, he got off on being in control. You and Kat were at his mercy, lying down and looking up at him expectantly.
“Are you sure this is what we should do?” With each of Kat’s words, because she was pressed against you so snuggly, you could feel her breath fan over your skin. “Shouldn’t we do something?” Kat was still not used to being taken care of, even if you have all been in this relationship for a while now. It’s sadly just not the kind of life she has been subject to. This though… this was more.
“Yes, I’m sure.” Vergil verified with a soft chuckle. “Just relax and enjoy yourselves. You both know the safe words.” And so, Vergil began, gently guiding your and Kat’s legs apart. He takes the time to retrieve the bottle of lube from the side table and coat his fingers so as not to cause either of you pain. Then he gently and lovingly started to open you both up, scissoring your respective holes with either hand. He watched your body language carefully to be sure you both were enjoying his touch, even using the extra mental focus to move his hand differently to satisfy you both.
Kat was very vocal, moaning, mewling, sighing, and squealing as her body twisted and twitched in reaction to Vergil’s menstruations. Suddenly her noises stopped and she shifted. She lifted onto her arms and turned to look down at you. Her face was red in embarrassment but her eyes shone with love and longing.
“Can I… kiss you?”
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A lot of these stories are rough and intense, but for this one I wanted it to be gentle and sweet. Kat has been through some shit, a real cinnamonroll, and I just want her to be happy and treated nicely.
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rengokuology · 2 years ago
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STILL DON'T KNOW MY NAME. . .
KAT HERNANDEZ x FEM! READER
WARNINGS !! drinking, partying, sweet—tooth fluff at the end—
REQUEST: @she-is-my-unrequited-love34 requested. . . could i make a request for kat, like the reader is completely into her but she doesn't believe her since she plays games with other girls?
DEAR REQUESTER, thank you for your patience and time! and again, let my last request, if you have any complaints or want it to be re-done, let me know and i'll get to it!! hope you enjoy reading!!
(takes place between episode 4 — 6 !!)
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a breakdown of what was going on during kat and (reader)'s life would be needed now.
first, kat has big fucking feelings for her best friend that flirts with every girl in their school. second, they went to the carnival together and were going to spend the rest of their nights together before kat found her talking with her ex-girlfriend. and third, they still haven't talked as kat gave up trying to express any feelings of love for her, distancing and ignoring her existence.
but, you know what? (reader) didn't really want to worry about that right now. she wanted to drink away her sorrows and worries that her and her crush might not get together.
and that's what she did. she dressed as an injured and fully clothed jessica from 'until dawn' and definitely was far from sober.
while kat dressed up as a nun and slowly started swallowing shots while ignoring (reader), who laid on the couch, holding the vodka bottle to her chest and stared up at kat from the armrest, slowly growing jealous at the conversation that ethan and kat were having. and her glare burning into ethan spoke a fuck ton about it.
ethan left kat, obviously feeling awkward about what they talked about. what did they talk about? but really, (reader) didn't really care.
kat turned back forward and noticed (reader)'s drunken gaze at her. it wasn't sexual or anything, just pure jealous and slight anger at kat.
kat just walked away from the counter, annoyed at her gaze as it followed her into the crowd kat went into.
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a few minutes later, (reader) is in the crowd of drunken, smoking or horny teens that are dancing and swaying to the poppy music as she just stood there, the room slightly rotating as she walked through the crowd, still having a tight clutch onto the bottle.
she then bumped into someone without noticing, muttering a small 'sorry' as she looked to see who it was.
kat.
"sorry." kat tried walking away before (reader) grabbed her arm.
"what the fuck are you doing? let me go." (reader) let kat go but scoffed at her.
"so you could ignore me again?" (reader) tilted her head, a lazy but annoyed expression on her face.
"i'm not ignoring you, i just need some time alone from you."
"then why didn't you tell me?" (reader) was confused as she looked straight at kat but didn't get an answer from her.
"look, kat. . . i fucking love you. and i want to date. i wanna be with you but i can't if you're going to pretend i don't even exist." (reader) admitted to kat, loosening her grip on the clear, glass bottle but kat scoffed at her confession, thinking she was joking.
"(reader), you're drunk, you-" "i might be less than sober but i'm not drunk out of my mind to not remember what i'm saying to you."
(reader)'s chest raised up and down as her anxiety spiked through the air as the two held eye contact.
"just. . . please. i love you." (reader) let out a breathy sentence, now staring at kat's lips with want to kiss them.
kat didn't believe her though, shaking her head at (reader).
"this isn't some fucking game. you don't get to play with my feelings." kat held an angry expression on her face as she spoke, frowning at her.
(reader) sighed as she gently cupped kat's face, inching closer and closer to her face.
"are you ok with this?" kat was frozen before nodding a little as (reader) pressed her lips against hers, kissing her as she grabbed onto her waist.
"now do you believe me?" (reader) whispered, pressing their noses against each other.
kat didn't answer as she pulled herself onto (reader)'s lips again as the vodka bottle fell, smashing into the ground as 'still don't know my name' by labrinth played in the background.
the two separated again, holding onto each other, everything around them feeling hazy, just the two of them holding each other. it genuinely felt unreal as (reader) started to finally feel the vodka rushing into her head.
but to (reader), it didn't matter. to her, all that mattered was kat and her. only them.
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AUTHORS NOTE, hello again!! sorry if this kinda sucked again and to my requester, again, if you want it to be redone, please let me know so i can do that for you but thank you for reading!!
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random-content-from-4by22 · 2 years ago
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made this instead of doing something else.
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i do want to say I am getting a desperate, but by GOD I am desperate for some reboot dmc requests.
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gothcsz · 3 months ago
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Dark Room | Javier Peña x F!Reader | ~4.9k wc | Explicit. Minors DNI.
Summary: Accidentally getting locked in the photo developing room with Javier.
Tags: reader really doesn't like javi, co-worker vibes, era typical sexism/misogyny, he's kind of a smug dick but isn't he always?, smut, oral (f & m), reader has never had her pussy ate so javi changes that, unprotected p in v sex, quick blowjob, no use of y/n, reader is afab and able-bodied, little to no physical descriptions, any typos/grammar mistakes are of my own doing and i apologize in advance, if i missed any other tags pls let me know okay, thanks!
A/N: another javi one shot, what's new?! lol this is a follow up to this ask/prompt i got a few months ago and i just thought this would be very fitting for these two 🖤 thank you to my prima @ovaryacted for reading over this 🖤 hope you enjoy and as always, let me know what you think!
“We need some photos pulled from the photo lab…” Carillo’s voice drones on, his explanation fading into the background as the weight of Javier’s stare settles over you, dragging over your body unabashedly.
He’s slouched over a desk that’s cluttered with maps and reports, an overfilled ashtray perched precariously on the corner, its contents spilling over as evidence of long hours and bad habits.
The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up just enough to show off those strong, brown forearms, veins subtly bulging as he drums his fingers against the surface.
The air is perfumed with cigarette smoke, the stale scent clinging to everything. It’s honestly a wonder you haven’t choked on it yet.
Weeks have passed since your lapse in judgment in the parking garage—letting Javier fucking Peña slide between your thighs to take the edge off this godforsaken sexist job that you still haven’t quit.
Nothing’s changed, obviously. The men in the office are still assholes, continuing to treat you like an afterthought, but you just tune them out because at the end of the day; you know you’re better than all of them combined.
Except it’s hard to ignore Javier. Harder than usual when he’s flashing you those round and soft brown eyes that should be illegal for a man like him to possess. 
He’s tried cornering you—more than once. The break room, after meetings, even the damn staircase when you were in a rush to head home.
Each time, you shut him down. Telling him to fuck off and take whatever cocky, insufferable game he’s playing and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.
You’re actually kind of proud of yourself for pushing back more than usual, even if you do get hit with a wave of horny nostalgia for the way he’d taken you that day. Quick, ruthless, licentious.
You keep your expression neutral as Carillo wraps up his instructions. Nodding politely, you don’t spare a glance at the other agent before turning on your heel and making your way down to the lab.
The room is lit by a red bulb, casting everything in a hazy, bloody glow. You’re sifting through the folders, squinting at the labels, when you hear it—the soft click of the door shutting.
You spin around, and there he fucking is.
Javier leans against the doorframe, the silver watch on his wrist catching the light, his tie loosened around his neck and the first few buttons of his shirt habitually undone.
With his arms crossed and broad frame filling the space of the doorway, he’s the picture of amusement—of quiet, dangerous persistence.
You hate the way your pulse downstairs stutters at the sight of him.
“What are you doing here?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, his jaw shifts, a muscle ticking as he weighs his words, like he’s carefully considering how much trouble he wants to get himself into.
It annoys the ever-loving shit out of you.
When he doesn’t reply, you just huff out breath. “I don’t have time for this. Carillo needs these photos,” you snap, as if he doesn’t already know that. As if that’s why he’s really here.
Your fingers tighten around the folder you managed to locate, flipping through the contents to confirm it’s the right one. It is. Thank goodness. Now all you have to do is get the hell out of here—away from him.
“You’ve been doing okay?” He finally speaks, tone deceptively casual. “Your car’s fine?”
You bark out a laugh, loud and incredulous, because really? That’s what he’s opening with?
“What is it that you want, Javier?” You slam the filing cabinet shut, the sound echoing in the small lab.
And of-fucking-course—he’s closer now. The ruby luminescence of the room carves sharper angles into his face, deepening the contours, making his already unfairly handsome features look even more severe.
“What do you think?” he asks with a tilt of his head, tongue dragging slowly over his bottom lip.
“I think you just want to get your dick wet,” you accuse in a quip. “But I’m really confused as to why you’re so adamant about coming to me for that. Don’t you have a list of whores you can call? I’ve got about a dozen of their numbers written down at my desk. Just for you.”
Javier smirks—slow, lazy, irritatingly attractive. “S’not as fun. Not the same.” He shrugs. “I like to work for it sometimes.”
Your brows lift in disbelief. “Work for it? Wow, this really is just a game to you. To all of you.” Immature, arrogant, government assholes. You can feel yourself getting worked up, reminiscent of the last time you were this close to him. 
You don’t give him the chance to reply, instead brushing past him toward the door, reaching for the handle and twisting—nothing. 
You try again. And again. It doesn’t budge.
You exhale sharply, pressing your forehead against the door for half a second before pulling back. 
Right, so this door has been busted for as long as you can remember, locking from the inside at the worst possible moments, clearly.
You should have snagged the spare key, just in case. This is on you.
And since you’ve got unwanted company, the space feels a lot smaller.
“Please tell me you have your stupid phone on you,” you’re still facing the door, voice tight, manilla folder clenched in your hands.
The sound of dress shoes sliding over the floor, measured, deliberate, breaks the momentary silence.
Your body lights up, tensing as warmth ghosts over the back of your neck, sending a shiver racing down your spine.
“I don’t,” Javier murmurs, too fucking smoothly.
And then his hands—those beautifully large hands—press against the door on either side of you, arms caging you in.
You turn slowly, back pressed to the door, looking up at him as your breath catches somewhere in your throat.
He smells like cologne and Marlboros, an intoxicating combination that does something dangerous to your resolve, sinking its talons into whatever shred of control you thought you had left.
You can already feel the telltale weakness creeping into your knees as he stares down at you, the red hue truly making him look sinful in all the right ways.
This is exactly why you’ve been dodging him, shutting him down at every turn.
Because he makes it so easy to give in if just given a second to lay it on thick, no pun intended. Not only have you experienced his sexual bravado first hand, you’ve also seen the way he works his personality and charm with everyone else.
You wanted to be different, you really did. To not be another person to fall for him. Not after the way he treats you in the office, like you’re barely worth acknowledging unless you’re useful to him. Not after the way he just lets the other agents walk all over you.
It’s really not fair that he looks the way he does or that he fucks like he knows exactly what his partner needs. Like he’s got some weird, kinky sixth sense. 
It’s definitely not fucking fair that your pussy is flexing at the memory of him cuffing your wrists behind your back, growling filth into your ear as he took you against the side of his Jeep.
You inhale sharply, attempting to shove the thoughts away.
“I think there’s a landline in here somewhere,” you tell him, grasping at something—anything—to keep your wits about you. “We need to call someone to get us out.”
You try to step away, but Javier moves faster.
He blocks your path effortlessly, stepping into your space like he belongs there, his chest brushing against yours, the heat of him seeping through your clothes.
“Not yet, baby,” he murmurs, tone laced with that familiar, knowing drawl. It’s so rich that a little bit of his Texan accent slips through. “Let’s have some fun.”
You let out another laugh, except this time it’s thinner, shakier than you want it to be.
“Fucking someone you don’t like isn’t really my idea of fun,” you bite out, but it doesn’t come out as bitchy as you intended.
“Didn’t stop you last time…” He says smugly and you grit your teeth. “It just makes it that much better,” he sounds so indulgent. Like he’s already won.
You open your mouth to argue, but he doesn’t give you the chance.
“C’mon,” Javi coaxes like he’s the devil himself. “You’re always so tense. You work so damn hard, dealing with assholes like me all day. Let me make it worth your while.”
“I thought I told you last time that good dick wasn’t the solution to my problems.” 
“I’m not trying to solve your problems.” 
He ducks his head, the tip of his nose dragging up the side of your neck, a featherlight touch that sets your skin on fire.
You should push him away and slap him. But instead, you just… let him. Frozen, paralyzed by your own traitorous lust.
His soft pouty lips find your jaw, pressing kisses, each one getting you wetter. 
His tongue traces a languid stripe up to your ear, the wet heat of it making you gasp and your thighs press together. When his teeth graze your lobe, you can’t suppress the way your breath stutters.
“Javi—” His name escapes before you can catch it, barely more than a whisper.
You feel his grin against your skin.
“Say it again.”
You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut, as if that will somehow lessen the ache beating at your cunt. As if you can pretend you’re still in control of the situation. Like you ever were.
His hands find your waist, thumbs brushing slow, teasing circles over your ribs. The heat of his palms sears through the fabric of your top, burning away the resistance you were clinging to.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he breathes, lips dragging along the shell of your ear. “Tell me, and I’ll stop.”
You should. But you can’t.
Your fingers fidget with the folder, aching to grab hold of him and pull him closer. You let out a shaky sigh, your resolve finally crumbling to dust.
You really are a weak bitch.
Javier pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression knowing—victorious.
The folder falls from your hands and to the floor as you grab him by the tie, yanking him down, crushing your mouth to his in a kiss that is nothing short of desperate, full of frustration, hunger and irritation.
Javier groans into it, gratified, his grip tightening on you as he presses you harder against the door, molding his body against yours. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, claiming and demanding, and you let him, moaning into the kiss, your nails scraping against the back of his neck as his hands start to wander.
You were always going to give in and you both knew it.
You don’t even remember when his hands started working at the buttons of your shirt, but you feel the fabric coming undone, feel the cool air chilling you as he exposes your chest. His lips chase the newly exposed skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the slope of your neck, trailing lower… lower…
You gasp when he undoes your bra’s front clasp, his fingers ghosting over the swells of your breasts before he palms them fully, kneading, teasing, thumbing at your nipples then tugging them until you’re pathetically whimpering
“Mmmm,” you utter, your head tipping back against the door when his lips wrap around the aching peak and he sucks.
Javier chuckles against your skin.“Told you I’d make you feel good.”
Your fingers tangle into his hair, yanking his mouth back to yours, swallowing any other egotistic remark he was about to make. 
You feel the hard line of his thick cock straining in his slacks as he grinds against you like a rutting dog, his hips rolling in slow, instinctive motions that have your pussy clenching around nothing.
Maybe resisting him was always a losing game. 
It’s not like you’re drowning in offers elsewhere, and hell, you should own the fact that a man like Javier Peña—arrogant, infuriating, dangerously handsome—wants you more than any of the easy lays he could get with a single phone call.
Your confidence grows, even if it’s for all the wrong reasons.
One hand slips from the back of his head, trailing down between your bodies, fingers pressing against the rigid length of him through his pants. You squeeze, applying just enough pressure to make him hiss against your lips before he retaliates, biting your lower lip.
The pain blooms deliciously, sparking something even darker inside you. You reward him with another slow stroke, palming him, feeling his dick throb under your touch.
He flips you around quickly after that, pressing you hard against the door, your cheek and tits flattened against the cool surface.
A startled whimper escapes you, but he doesn’t give a damn, too lost in his own haze of desire as he works the button and zipper of your pants.
You quit dressing in cute skirts and delicate blouses to work. You weren’t about to continue to be an office fantasy or easy target for sexist bullshit.
But even in your practical wear and stoic demeanor, you knew damn well these men would find any way to sexualize you regardless. And they’ve proved your point plenty of times.
However, all of your carefully constructed defenses and feminist arguments about power and autonomy crumble the moment Javier Peña drops to his fucking knees behind you.
Your breath stutters, eyes widening as you try to push back against the door, a weak attempt at stopping him—but his grip is firm, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he tugs your pants down, his fingers skimming the sensitive skin behind your knees, making your back arch.
His calloused palms knead into the soft flesh of your thighs, gripping handfuls of your ass like he can’t decide whether he wants to spread you wider or keep you all to himself.
He does both—squeezing, parting you open just enough to make your pussy feel completely exposed, heat licking at her like a slow burn, anticipation curling around your clit.
“Javi—” His name barely leaves your lips before you suck in a sharp breath, body jolting as the wet heat of his mouth presses against the thin fabric of your panties.
Oh shit.
The damp lace does little to shield you from the deliberate drag of his tongue as he licks a slow stripe over the barrier, teasing, tasting, promising you things that make your head spin.
A moan slithers its way up your throat before you can stop it, your fingers twitching against the door as your knees threaten to buckle.
It’s such a foreign feeling.
“Nervous?” he asks, his voice dark, amused, but also curious.
You swallow hard, blinking rapidly against the overwhelming sensation of it all. No one’s ever done this to you before. No one’s ever wanted to. And yet, here’s Javier, on his knees in this dingy basement like this is what he was made to do.
“Just—” You suck in a breath. Fucking hell this is so embarrassing. “No one’s ever…” Your cheeks get hot, making you want to crawl inside yourself.
He stills for a moment, as if letting your words sink in, your panties now pulled down around your ankles. 
“Fuck,” he mutters, almost to himself, at the realization that he’d be the first to eat your pussy. His fingers flex, digging into the plush curve of your ass. “That just makes me want to ruin you even more.”
And then he does.
His mouth is everywhere all at once—tongue eagerly dragging through your folds, circling your clit dexterously and it’s a miracle you don’t melt entirely then and there.
His aquiline nose notches between your cheeks and the pressure makes you yelp in surprise.
Your fingers claw at the door like a rabid animal, trying to find something to hold onto, something to ground you as Javier devours your cunt.
He works you open by lapping thirstily and sucking on your wet flesh, groaning against you like he can’t get enough.
It’s otherworldly, a kind of pleasure so overwhelming that frustration bubbles up inside you. Why the fuck has no man ever done this for you before?
Your hips jerk when his tongue slides inside your hole, his mustache scraping against your soaked skin, his nose pressing against your asshole.
The contrast of soft and rough, teasing and taking, has you whining loudly, your forehead pressing against the cool wood as your eyes close tight.
The tension in your stomach twists tighter, hotter, tears spilling from your waterline as he sucks your clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue until your knees finally do give out but he holds you steady, keeping you from falling as you hit the wall of your orgasm. 
“Oh my god!” The words spill from you in a breathless, wrecked moan, your body pulsing, shuddering, before slumping as pleasure melts into boneless relief.
He takes his time with you, his mouth slowing to match your come down, his tongue kitten licking at your oversensitive sex like he relishes the taste of you.
He presses one last, open-mouthed kiss to your clit before pulling away.
His whispers are hushed, sweet words murmured against your trembling thighs until he stands, rising up behind you, his broad frame looming over yours.
You feel him—his chest, his shoulders—so solid and manly, pressing against your back. You’re still panting, skin heated, body humming, when you finally turn your head to look at him.
Javier Peña has never looked hotter in his goddamn life.
“Hard to believe no one’s ever tasted you, baby. Sabes tan dulce.” The praise sends a violent shudder straight to your freshly ate cunt.
He’s quickly working his belt open, the soft clink of metal making your thighs quiver in anticipation.
He fists his cock, stroking himself languidly, dragging his palm over the thick, velvety skin before his fingers dip between your legs, gathering the slick arousal dripping from your pussy.
Thankfully the door is thick enough to muffle the desperate, broken moans spilling from your lips, and that this basement is hardly ever visited—because the last thing you need is an audience for this shameful, filthy indulgence.
Yet once the lust settles, that same isolation won’t feel so convenient. You’ll be more than eager to get the fuck away from him.
He smears your sticky wetness over his shaft with a groan, eyes hooded and hungry as he watches your body react to him.
All you can do is continue to writhe, legs shaking as you kick your pants and panties off completely, giving yourself room to spread and bend over for him, expecting him to take you as he did last time.
But before you can brace yourself against the door again, Javi moves fast, flipping you to face him, his large hands cupping the backs of your thighs.
It’s instinct to wrap your legs around his waist, your ankles locking behind him as he hoists you up, pinning you against the door.
His lips crash into yours, hot and urgent, teeth clashing, tongues tangling as you flick off his tie and work open the last of his buttons.
His shirt hangs open, exposing his warm, taut chest to your greedy fingers, and you run your hands down the hard planes of his torso, reveling in the contrast of smooth skin and how human he feels despite the sex god aura he emits so effortlessly. 
But it’s his neck that has you dizzy. That sharp jawline, his defined Adam’s apple, how his pulse pounds just beneath the thick muscle.
You make eye contact for a brief, charged second before your mouth latches onto his neck, tongue dragging over salt and cologne, teeth nipping at the tendon.
The way the red light paints him—his bronzed skin darkened by shadow, eyes heavy-lidded with hunger for you, lips slick from your kisses and pussy—it all makes you dizzy with need.
Javi growls low in his throat, shifting his hold to steady you against the door, angling himself just right before pressing the thick head of his cock against your entrance.
The stretch is immediate, slow and torturous as he sinks into you inch by inch, your walls fluttering around the intrusion of his dick, the burn mixing beautifully with pleasure.
Your jaw falls open, but no sound comes out, only ragged breaths and a strangled whimper as your cunt struggles to accommodate around his girthy cock.
His gaze is locked onto yours, dark and molten, his lips curling at the way you tremble in his hold.
You’d slap the smirk right off his face if your hands weren’t too occupied with digging into his shoulders to keep you sane.
“That’s it, puta madre,” he groans, voice wrecked. “Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good.”
“S-Stop talking and just fuck me,” you breathe as you yank him closer, pressing your tits against his bare chest.
Javier doesn’t need to be told twice.
With a sharp thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, slamming you back against the door, the impact rattling through your bones and knocking the air from your lungs.
The obscene sound of wet skin slapping against skin echoes through the cramped room as he sets an unforgiving yet utterly satisfying pace.
Every stroke of his cock against your walls, every graze of his pelvis against your swollen clit, sends you spiraling higher.
The heat of the red light, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air, the filthy sounds between you—it’s all too much, too good.
His hands grip your thighs tighter, keeping you right where he wants you as he fucks you hard and deep.
He plants one hand next to your head while the other slides between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, teasing circles, you break.
Your body seizes, nails raking down his back as your orgasm slams into you, pleasure blinding and unbearable.
Javier groans, hips stuttering as he chases his own release, as he fucks you through your climax. “That’s it. Fuckin’ come for me—mierda, so fuckin’ pretty pinned up on the door like this, fallin’ apart all over this dick—”
“D-Don’t finish inside.” The words spill from your lips between gasps, your foggy mind barely catching up to the reality of what you’re doing.
You thank whatever shred of sanity is left in you for speaking up before it’s too late—because fuck, you almost forgot.
A part of you chastises yourself for even letting it get this far, for not making him wear a condom either time he’s had you.
You know better. You know Javier gets around, that his reputation in bed is just as legendary as his skill with a badge and gun.
He groans, a deep sound of both pleasure and frustration. He wanted to finish inside you. You can tell by the way his thrusts falter, how his fingers dig into your hips a little harder.
The idea of filling you up, of making you take all of him, has him on the edge, his control hanging by a thread.
“Fuck,” he grits out, and suddenly, he’s pulling out of you, his cock slipping free with a wet, lewd squelch that makes your empty walls clench around nothing. Before you can catch your breath, he’s pushing you onto your knees, the roughness making your head spin, your lips parting in surprise.
He takes full advantage.
Javier’s hand grips the back of your neck as he guides himself between your lips, pushing his thick cock into the heat of your mouth with a sharp hiss.
You barely have time to react before he’s thrusting in deep, the heavy weight of him stretching your jaw, his scent overwhelming your senses.
Your hands fly to his thighs, nails digging in as he fucks your mouth the same way he just fucked your pussy: relentless, desperate, filthy.
Your tongue flattens beneath him, taking him as best as you can while he pants above you, his breath ragged, his curses slipping into Spanish as he chases his release.
And then you feel it how he stiffens, the pulse of his cock against your tongue before his salty release spills hot and thick down your throat. Javier groans as he holds you there, making sure you swallow every drop.
“Goddamn baby,” he rasps hoarsely, his fingers easing from your hair as he strokes your cheek, his softening cock still twitching between your lips.
When he finally pulls out, you’re left breathless, your mouth swollen, your body still thrumming with pleasure and exhaustion.
You look up at him, and the sight alone makes your stomach flip—his chest rising and falling, his shirt completely undone, his tie hanging loosely around his neck,  hair falling in front of his face and gaze hooded and dark as he stares down at you.
He looks wrecked and you’re the reason why.
The fog of lust dissipates all at once, replaced by a feeling akin to cold water washing over you. Your lips are swollen, your knees ache from the hard floor, the unmistakable taste of him lingers on your tongue, and your pussy is sticky with the remnants of his pleasure.
You rise quickly with a sharp breath, ignoring the way your thighs still tremble. He offers a hand, fingers curled in that lazy, confident way that suggests he thinks you’ll take it.
You don’t.
Instead, you swat it away, reaching for your discarded clothes with sharp, jerky movements, yanking your panties up, stepping into your pants, and shoving your feet into your shoes without grace.
Every button fastened, every piece of fabric back in place feels like reclaiming a part of yourself, like stitching together the resolve that had crumbled the second he put his mouth on you.
You allow yourself moments of weakness—you’re only human, and he’s too good of a fuck to deny. But moving forward, you’ll have to be more resolute.
This? This was a mistake you can’t afford to keep making. The last thing you want is for him to think he has an in with you just because he’s made you see stars with his dick… and tongue… and fingers. Goddamnit. 
“You gonna keep this little act up,” he drawls, redressed himself, half ass fixing his belt, “or am I gonna have to chase you down just to get you to fuck me again?”
You snort, shaking your head as you adjust your bra and start buttoning your blouse. “You do realize how predatory that sounds, right?”
He just smirks, unfazed, and leans against the desk nearby as if he’s lounging. “And that whole thing about no one ever going down on you… That true, or were you just trying to get a reaction out of me?”
You ignore him, not about to stroke his already inflated ego by admitting he’s the first and only person to ever taste you so intimately.
Instead, you snatch up the forgotten folder from the floor, shooting him a glare through the red lighting of the room. “Help me find the landline so we can call someone to let us out.”
Javier just chuckles, shaking his head as he finishes tying his tie. “Won’t need to.”
Your eyes narrow. “What?”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the spare key.
Your jaw drops. “You had that with you the entire time?”
His only response is a shrug, like it’s no big deal. Which, truth be told, it isn’t. But the realization that this was all orchestrated is enough to make your blood boil. You wonder if Carillo was in on it too. 
Your teeth clench, fingers curling into a fist at your side as he pushes off the nearby table and steps forward, unlocking the door with an infuriating lack of urgency.
He swings it open, then leans against the frame, motioning for you to go first with an exaggerated flourish.
“After you.”
You consider punching him, it had felt so damn good doing it last time. You don’t, however, instead storming past him, ignoring the way your skin still hums where he touched you, ignoring the smug chuckle that follows you out into the hallway.
You’ll let this go, you have to if not it’ll prick at you until you snap. You really don’t know how many more crash outs you have left in you before you do something more reckless than fucking the DEA agent.
Though one thing becomes sparkling clear in this moment—you’re going to have to find a way to resist Javier Peña. Even if he’s dead set on making that impossible.
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simp-for-love · 29 days ago
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Party game
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Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader Nott
Your birthday at Hogwarts takes an unexpected turn when a party game locks you in a closet with none other than Mattheo Riddle—your brother’s best friend. He’s cocky, charming, and far too good at getting under your skin
Warnings: mdni!, smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, slight exhibitionism (public risk), swearing, Dom-ish Mattheo energy
Word Count: ~2k
A/N: a bit late buuuuut! Happy birthday, @pizzaapeteer ! Love you, cutie patootie 💕
The dungeons were glowing with lights, Slytherin common room thrumming with music and laughter as students spilled drinks, flirted, and played stupid games in celebration of your birthday. You were freshly eighteen, finally of age, and your brother had decided to throw you a party that was half sincere, half his own excuse to drink firewhisky and show off.
You didn’t know whose idea it was. Probably Pansy’s. She always had a flair for dramatics — and just enough recklessness to revive Muggle party games at a Slytherin dorm celebration.
"Seven minutes in heaven," she declared, a wicked glint in her eye. "Birthday girl goes first."
The room roared in approval. Bottles clinked, someone yelled “strip beer pong after!” and Blaise quietly snorted into his drink. You raised your hands in mock defeat, cheeks already warm from all the alcohol and attention.
You cast a glance across the room. Theo was lounging on the couch, half-drunk and grinning, shrugging his shoulders slightly as if saying it's up to you. And just beside him, sprawled back with a glass of firewhisky dangling from his fingers, was Mattheo Riddle.
He was lounging on the velvet couch, dark curls mussed, smirk stretched across his lips as he watched the chaos with sharp, hooded eyes. You’d caught him looking at you three times already tonight. Four, if you counted the moment he tugged on a lock of your hair and told you, “You clean up nicely,” before vanishing toward the drinks table.
Your brother’s best friend. Your personal nightmare. Your—Merlin, you didn’t even know what he was to you anymore.
He was wearing black again. Of course. Sleeves rolled up, hair a bit messier than usual. That same lazy smirk on his face like he knew every dirty thought you’d ever had about him. And maybe he did.
But he was Theo’s best friend. That should make him off-limits. But unfortunately, it made him even more bloody appealing.
"Alright!" Pansy called, clapping her hands as she stepped onto a table. "Let's make it interesting"
A chorus of cheers echoed through the room. You groaned, rolling your eyes, but someone was already grabbing a hat and stuffing names inside.
"Fine, fine. Let fate humiliate me on my birthday" you said with a chuckle.
But your confidence wavered as your fingers dipped into the hat and pulled out a slip of parchment. You unfolded it and nearly choked.
Mattheo Riddle.
You glanced up. He was already looking at you, one brow arched in amusement like he knew exactly what was on that paper.
"No fucking way," Theo said from across the room, clearly having caught a hint.
"Rules are rules, mate," Mattheo said smoothly, standing and downing the rest of his drink. His smirk didn’t budge. "I’m a man of honor."
You were trying not to laugh at his words as someone opened the door to a small broom closet tucked just off the corridor.
Mattheo turned to you, gesturing inside. "Ladies first, Nott," he murmured lowly.
You shuffled inside, brushing past the hanging cloaks and spare brooms, and nearly tripped over a crate of Quidditch gear. Mattheo slid in after you, closing the door with a casual click that echoed like a gunshot in your chest.
It was small. Stupidly small. You barely had room to shift your weight before Mattheo’s chest was brushing yours.
"Well," he drawled, voice low and maddeningly smug, "this is cozy."
You crossed your arms tightly, trying to shield yourself from the sudden proximity. "Don’t start. Try anything and I’ll hex your dick off."
He laughed, the sound rich and far too attractive for his own good. "I haven't even started. Now that’s how you start a birthday celebration. Violence and threats. Very on brand, sweetheart."
You hated that he was right. You also hated that it smells like him in here — cigarettes and something warmer, darker. Like worn leather and trouble. And it clouded your mind more than any alcohol.
"I can feel you staring," you muttered quietly.
"That’s because I am staring," he replied without any shame. "You wore that dress just to make me suffer, didn’t you?"
Your eyes narrowed in the dark, trying to adjust to the lack of light and see his expression. "You’re not supposed to be looking."
"Oh, sweetheart," he said, leaning in until his lips brush the shell of your ear, "I’ve been looking for years."
Your breath hitched. That wasn’t what you were expecting — not teasing, not flirting. Not that. You shifted back, but there was nowhere to go in the small space. His hands were on either side of your hips now, caging you in, though he wasn’t touching you. Not yet.
"Theo’s going to kill you if he finds out," you reminded him. Or yourself. You weren’t so sure anymore.
"Then I guess we better not do anything worth killing me over," he murmured velvety. His breath ghosted over your skin, making you shiver in anticipation. "Unless... You’re the birthday girl. Which means I should probably give you a present."
You scoffed slightly. "And what, exactly, do you think I want right now?"
His grin turned slow, dangerous. "I think you want me to kiss you."
You exhaled sharply, feeling hyperaware of his proximity, of this whole situation. "Mattheo, we are not making out in a broom closet," you tried to say firmly, but failed miserably.
"You sure?" he teased softly. And you could swear he was smirking right now. "Cause your heart’s beating like you really want to."
You lunged to shove him — playfully, just to push him back and win some space to breathe — but in the dark, your hand landed against his chest. Solid muscle. Heat. And his fingers caught your wrist before you could pull away. He didn’t let go.
"You always this feisty when you're turned on? I like it," he murmurs lowly.
"You think very highly of yourself." Your cheeks were burning now. And you didn’t quite know whether it was from embarrassment at the truth in his words or from the heat in the stuffed closet.
"No," he said, gently tugging your hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss over your knuckles, "I think very highly of you."
Silence fell between you — tense, electric.
"I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he added, voice a bit rougher now. "Always when Theo’s not looking. Like you want me to pin you against the nearest wall and ruin your perfect little birthday hairstyle."
You should’ve slapped him. You should’ve hexed him. You should’ve marched out of this closet and pretended this never happened. But your body wasn’t listening.
Then Mattheo leaned in and kissed you. And it was nothing like you expected. It was slow at first, teasing — his lips just barely ghosting over yours, like he was testing you, giving you the chance to pull away.
You didn’t.
You kissed him back, hands fisting in the front of his shirt as heat coiled deep in your stomach. He groaned softly into your mouth, one hand sliding to your waist, the other tipping your chin up so he could kiss you harder, deeper.
It was filthy. Desperate. Like he’d wanted this for a long time and didn’t trust himself to stop. He tasted like firewhisky and sin, tongue pushing past your lips as you opened for him.
"Fuck," he breathed out, pulling back just enough to look at you in the dark closet. "You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?"
You smirked slightly, dizzy from the heat, from the intoxicating taste of his lips. "You started it."
"Yeah," he said a bit roughly, not being ashamed even a little, "and I’m gonna finish it, too."
He kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against yours as his hand dragged slowly up your thigh, hitching your dress higher, sending shivers up your back. You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp against his lips.
"We’ve only got a few minutes," he murmured heatedly. "Better make them count, don't you think?"
You should’ve told him to stop. You should’ve reminded him that anyone could open the door, that your brother was just across the room, that this was reckless, and wrong, and—
But when his fingers slid beneath your panties and grazed over your already-wet heat, the only thing that came out of your mouth was a soft, broken moan.
Mattheo chuckled darkly against your neck. "Fuck… this is what I get for being a gentleman all these years?"
You were about to respond — something sharp and smart — but then two fingers slid between your folds, and your whole body jolted, leaning into his touch.
He groaned again, low and wrecked. "So fucking wet already. You want this as bad as I do, don’t you, sweetheart?"
You nodded. You had to, because your mouth wouldn’t work. Not when his fingers were teasing circles around your clit, not when his other hand was slipping the strap of your dress off your shoulder to expose the swell of your breast.
He bent down and took your nipple into his mouth, hot and demanding, sucking softly while his fingers rubbed slow, torturous patterns between your legs. You gasped, arching into him. "Fuck, Mattheo."
"Say it again," he murmured lowly, biting your nipple gently. "Say my name like that."
"Mattheo," you repeated breathlessly without a second thought, being too lost in the sensations, and he groaned like it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.
He dropped to his knees in the narrow space, lips grazing your inner thigh in soft kisses as he slid your soaked panties down. "Best party game ever," he said, and before you could process his words or the wicked gleam in his eyes, his tongue was on you.
He licked you like he was starving, like he’d dreamed of this exact moment for so long — and fuck, maybe he had. You weren’t sure when your back hit the wall or when your fingers desperately tangled in his curls, but you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but roll your hips into his mouth, wanting, needing more.
He moaned against you as he was enjoying it as much as you did, tongue flicking fast and filthy against your clit, two fingers thrusting inside you deep and slow, curling just right.
"You taste like sin," he muttered, voice muffled against your heat. "Like the best fucking mistake I can ever make."
One of his hands slid up your waist beneath your dress, possessive, comforting, his. Mattheo ate you out like it was all he’d ever known, like the party outside didn’t exist, like your brother’s voice could never echo behind the door, like he’d stay on his knees for you until the world burned down around him.
Your legs started to shake. You were getting close, so fucking close.
"Come for me," he said hoarsely, voice muffled against your cunt. "I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue."
And when he sucked just right and stroked that spot deep inside you— You shattered. Your moan was raw, almost desperate, your thighs squeezing around his head as your orgasm crashed over you, white-hot and absolutely overwhelming.
He rode it out, licking you through it, not stopping until you were gasping his name and pulling at his curls with shaking fingers.
He stood up, licking his lips with a smirk, eyes dark with heat.
"Happy birthday," he whispered roughly and smugly.
You let out a breathless laugh, still completely dazed from the intense climax. "If you tell Theo, I’ll kill you," you mumbled raggedly.
He grinned like you said something amusing. "Tell him? Sweetheart, I’m trying to figure out how to do it again without him finding out."
A sharp knock cut through the haze.
"Time’s up!" Theo’s voice, way too close. "If I open this door and you’re in a compromising position, I swear to Merlin—"
Mattheo leaned in, pressing a final brief kiss to your jaw.
"Compromising?" he murmurs with a grin. "Never. I was just giving the birthday girl what she really wanted."
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xspeter · 1 year ago
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do yall ever think about the jaw dropping fics that are probably sitting collecting dust in someone’s drafts rn.
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ryukatters · 2 years ago
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bf!bkg ignoring you because you won’t call him baby or handsome or whatever nickname you usually call him
“Katsuki— have you seen my charger? I can’t find it anywhere.”
You call out as you make your way down the hall from your bedroom. Your boyfriend is sitting on the couch, having a rotting party all by his lonesome to really live out his day off. It’s a rare occurrence for him to be so inactive, but you surmise even pro heroes can be lazy every once in a while.
“Kats?”
Still nothing. You know for a fact that he can hear you, because you can see the way he subconsciously perks up the minute you say something. Definitely charming, but not enough to quell the growing mix of irritation and worry (mostly worry) brewing inside the pits of your stomach.
You make your way across the living room, standing in front of his place on the couch. He’s still not looking at you. No matter, you just decide to straddle him instead. His hands automatically find purchase on your hips, fingers just a few millimeters shy of your ass.
“Katsuki. What’s wrong?”
“Dunno who that is,” he huffs, head turning to the side so you can’t see the way his lips quirk down into a pout. (Because he swears up and down that’s something he never does.)
“Kats?”
“No.”
“‘Suki?”
“Close, but still no.”
“Baby?”
“Yeah, baby?”
"Have you seen my charger, handsome?"
"In your desk drawer on the right."
You smile. You press an innocent kiss to the tip of his nose. He pulls you flush against him before you can pull away, capturing your lips with his, appreciating the way the two of you meld against each other. He tries not to look too disappointed when you lift yourself off him and stand up. You lean down to give him a fleeting kiss on the cheek.
"Love you, Katsuki."
"Think you've got the wrong guy, sweetheart."
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kitkatscabinet · 5 days ago
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VIRAL VIBES
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requested by anon:
summary: you're constantly in the spotlight, is it really a surprise you're a viral sensation?
pairings: platonic batfamily x batsis! reader. mentions of roy, wally, conner, kyle x batsis
a/n: crackish
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[You and Duke are seated at a table, a bottle of water in front of you, Bruce stands behind, holding a piece of paper]
"Slay?… Slay what?" He stares deadpan, already concerned for the mental state of his giggling kids.
"That’s it. That’s the word." Duke explains.
"Slay is not a complete thought."
"No," you agree, nodding sagely, "it’s a lifestyle."
You're mid-sip when Bruce decides to drop the following words, "Mama... a girl is behind you." Duke spits his water all over your face, rendering you temporarily blind while you accidentally inhale water up your nose.
"Is this some kind of warning? Is it a threat?" It hurts to breathe, it hurts to exist. You make an odd gargling noise that sends Duke into another spiral.
Bruce never gets an answer to his question, painstakingly watching his hysterically giggling children.
"Skib-" you see Bruce mouth the word incredulously as if questioning what his eyes are seeing, "skibidi... toilet rizz? I feel like I'm being punked, I only recognise one of those words." Neither you nor Duke can answer him, too busy choking on laughter and water.
Tears stream down your cheeks, your palm thumping against the table, and Bruce becomes legitimately concerned you're about to choke to death.
"Be fr."
"What does the fr stand for. Is it supposed to be ‘be… free?’"
"No." You gasp, trying to maintain your composure. "No, it means ‘Be for real.’ Like when someone says something unhinged and you’re begging them to actually tell the truth."
"You know. Like when Jason said he’d start a podcast." Duke snickers as you hold up a hand for a high five.
"Be fr." Bruce nods, his monotone delivery sending you over the edge as you laugh so hard you slip off the chair, accidentally knocking the phone over.
[Steph's voice comes from behind the camera focused on you and Dick slumped on the couch, it's clear she's holding back a giggle]
"He’s a 10, but he once fell off the treadmill in public because he was distracted by his own reflection."
The words register in Dick's head, his mouth falling open in offence. He throws his phone down on the couch, suddenly paying attention to Steph's shenanigans.
"Oh yeah, solid 4, sounds like an idiot." You chime in, not looking up from your phone.
"The mirror snuck up on me!" He huffs, pouting at Steph as he prepares his comeback.
"She’s a 10, but she once pretended not to know me at a farmer’s market because I said ‘slay’ unironically."
"You said it to a zucchini, Dick!"
"Weak." You snort. "Minus 3 points for flirting with the shittest vegetable."
Steph spins the camera enough to show her thumbs up.
"Fine. She’s a 10, but she has a ‘funeral playlist’ and refers to it as her final slay."
"I don't think you understand this trend Dickhead. Besides, it’s an awesome fucking playlist. ACDC into Billie Eilish? The drama, the emotional whiplash. That’s the arc."
"10/10. No notes." Steph chirps.
Dick scowls. "She’s a 10, but trauma dumps during the brunch and ruins the vibe."
"Who hasn't?" Steph scoffed, determined to back you up.
"Excuse you, the trauma dump is the vibe. That mimosa knew what it signed up for." You barely skip a beat before firing back at your brother.
"He's a 10, but he's fumbled every baddie he somehow managed to bag in the first place." Steph shrieks with laughter as Dick looks close to tears.
"I mean, how you gonna fumble four separate redheads, couldn't be me." You deadpan.
The camera shakes with the force of Steph's laughter, the video cutting off right after you hear Dick's whine in the background. "Why are you being so mean to me? Wait 4?"
[You're behind the camera, which is focused on a tired-looking Tim walking on the pavement.]
"Hey, have you ever met my friend George?"
"George?" Tim mumbles, turning to look at you, "Wait, why are you filming-" His suspicion is warranted, but comes far too late for him to react as your hand enters the frame, shoving him into the hedge.
"George Bush!"
[She's such a good big sister🥹 ]
Video 1: Damian's dressed in a suit, standing beside a piece of artwork and looking small against all the other patrons. You suddenly sneak up behind him, catching him in a hug as you proudly brag to the nearby art show guests about your little brother's art.
Video 2: You and Duke are seated in a Batburger in your pyjamas at 2am. You look exhausted, blinking repeatedly and threatening to fall asleep in your fries, but you still let Duke ramble at you as you pay for his food and give him your milkshake.
Video 3: You're holding Tim's hand as you cross the road, tugging him along gently and him trusting you enough to barely watch where he's walking.
Video 4: You giving Cass a bouquet of flowers after her dance performance. You're eyes are a little red and puffy as you animatedly tell her how beautiful she is.
Video 5: Jason looking uncomfortable at a gala event as an older woman talks at him, only for you to suddenly sweep in dramatically, tugging him away without so much as a by your leave.
[A video posted on Bart's TikTok of you and Wally captioned: bro stand up!!]
The video:
You're scowling at an enamoured-looking Wally, gesticulating wildly as you clearly scold him about something. From the look on his face, it's clear Wally's not absorbing a single thing, staring at you like he's mentally planning your wedding.
The comments:
@dickgraysonsgrayson: Wally West falling for her is SO funny because he talks a mile a minute and she just stares at him like he’s background noise. AND HE LOVES IT.
@tiddiesinsincity: She calls him ‘annoying’ with the most affectionate tone ever. They're in love ur honour!!!
@westnwayne4eva: That man is down so horrendously bad I'm nearly embarrassed for him.
@lexluthorscheapasswig: They give off golden retriever x black cat ENERGY in all caps.
@nightwingschikenwing: He’d absolutely be the type to send ‘thinking about u’ memes every hour, and she responds once a day with ‘ok.’ AND HE SAVES IT.
@:iranoutofusernameideas: She says ‘Wally, no’ at least five times a day. He hears it like it’s ‘I love you.’
[You're doing an interview at a gala, Roy appears from behind, resting a hand on your waist as you jump]
The video:
"Hey trouble." Roy grins wickedly, ignoring the sudden flashes of cameras.
"Roy! I almost punched you." You whine, but still relax in his hold, smiling back. "What are you even doing here? You hate these things."
"What can I say? Maybe I wanted to see you."
The comments:
@whydidothistomyself: “That one clip where Roy pulls her away from the paparazzi with that stupid smug grin?? Yeah, I rewatch it daily and this is going in the folder right next to it.
@ireallyneedanewhobby: rolling her eyes while Roy winks at her like the menace he is…that’s love.
@booktokmorelikewaynetok: He calls her trouble?? JUST KISS ALREADY.
@royharpersgianttiddies: Their dynamic is: she threatens to throw him off a rooftop and he calls it flirting.
@olimcqueen: Them side-eyeing each other at events? Her smirking after he leaves a snarky comment? chef's kiss
@just-iceleagueee: The way Roy softens around her though. Like he’s all charm and sass but when she’s upset? He listens. I’m ruined.
[another video posted on Bart's account captioned: getting sick of this shit fr]
The video:
You're running away from a soaking wet Tim, ducking behind Conner, who grins, letting you use him as a human shield. Freezing when you wrap your arms around him from behind and poke your head out to mock Tim. Only to squeal in laughter when Conner hauls you into his arms, taking off in a run away from a still yelling Tim.
The comments:
@lexluthersucks: no because he LOOKS at her like she’s the only person who matters
@actualwayneteagirl: petition for her to date literally any of her brother’s friends
@batgirlburnbook: he goes feral if she’s mildly inconvenienced. like sir?? get a grip (never change).
@superboyslutclub: she could be wearing literally anything and conner looks like he’s ready to propose on the spot.
@no.1ship: ok but him manhandling her like she weighs nothing?? how do i get me one of those??
@idontevenlikeDCfr: her being completely unfazed by him while he’s just… standing there, breathing heavy. i get it.
[The comments from a video of you laughing at something said off-screen, presumably from the man who's arm was in frame]
@batkinnie: she smiled and i KNOW it was at wally. #WayneWest supremacy!!
@connrified: nah bc conner was RIGHT THERE. you can see his reflection. they are ENDGAME.
@royharperzgun: that laugh was for ROY and ROY ONLY.
@kryptonianluvr02: imagine thinking she’d choose roy when conner breathes like that near her.
@bruciewayne420: if you think anyone makes her laugh like wally does, you’re delulu. LMAO.
@lovewinsssss: she likes redheads with issues so YES roy is winning.
@aquamanswife: y’all are colorblind bc that’s clearly wally in her peripheral vision.
[A slightly shaky video of you sitting across from an unknown man in a cozy little cafe]
The comments:
@connerscurlz: WHO. IS. THAT. MAN. AND WHY IS HE BREATHING HER AIR.
@arsenalxwife: blink twice if you’re being held against your will queen
@jsontoddslefttit: not to be dramatic but this just ruined my entire week.
@glowylanternz: he looks like he reads poetry and draws her while she sleeps. i’m scared.
@wayneupdates: sources say his name is Kyle something?? art guy? lover boy coded?? HELP.
@arsenalsarmtattoo: we lost her to a man with ring jewelry. how do we recover from this.
@batdaddddy: conner nation is in mourning.
@wallywestsupremacy: she giggled. SHE GIGGLED. we’ve lost her for real this time.
@batgirlfandom: let her have her sexy sad artist boyfriend in peace.
@timstarlightsss: this is worse than the time Dick started dating that yoga instructor
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anotherbabyhag · 2 months ago
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Could you make headcanons of Aubrey's characters, the ones you write, in a second chance, that trope if exes are still in love in the case?
I love your writing :)
Hey, sorry this took so long! This is not a trope I particularly like/think about often so I hope I’ve managed to do it justice for you! 😅
Second Chance Love Headcanons - Aubrey’s Characters
Rio Vidal - I think for Rio this could go either way. If she’s managed to get over you I think there’s nothing in the world you could do to get her back if you’re still in love with her. But if she is still in love with you she would be very persistent, she would pursue you and be very jealous if you tried to move on with someone else.
Sarah Fidel - Sarah would use her hacking skills to check up on an ex she still had feelings for but I don’t think she’d reach out (maybe she would after a few drinks though). She’d be very happy to hear from you if you reached out.
Lucy Stanbridge - If you’ve hurt or wronged Lucy I don’t think you’re getting a second chance. But otherwise I think she’d be quite willing.
Riley Johnson - Secretly I think Riley would like getting back with ex if it was a ‘right person wrong time’ sort of thing. She’d find it very romantic. She’d never admit it though so you’d have to be the one to make first move.
Cat Adams - I could see Cat making grand gestures to try to win you back. But also becoming very jealous if you showed interest in anyone else. Sort of a kill someone who hurt you then also kill your new girlfriend kind of thing. You’re lowkey into it though.
Harper Spiller - Harper would feel a little cynical about getting back with an ex, even one she still has feelings for. It is terribly cliche after all. However, she’s a romantic at heart and it wouldn’t take a lot to win her back, getting her to trust it wouldn’t all fall apart again would be a little more challenging.
April Ludgate - April is chill about it. She likes you, you like her. It wasn’t the right time before but maybe it is now. Second time is a charm.
Lenny Busker - Another romantic at heart. Lenny would respond well to grand gestures followed by heartfelt conversation.
Kat (Spin Me Round) - Kat has had a very adventurous romantic/sex life in the past and if one of the people she’s hooked up with was to come back into her life when she’s ready to settle down she’d would absolutely not say no as long as she still felt a connection with them.
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animelovelover123 · 11 months ago
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Devil May Cry Master List
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A list and links to all of my Devil May Cry fanfiction works, from 2014 to present. This includes stuff I posted on other sites, not just on Tumblr. I apparently had too many stories to fit on one post so I had to separate them. Here is the list to all lists -> Master of Master Lists
If any of the links are broken or you have suggestions to make the list easier to navigate, let me know.
Pink heart divider by @superawesomelurkaccount
The shity DMC divider was made by me in MS Paint. (Feel free to use it if you want, just give me credit for the mess I made please, thank you.)
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Dante x Reader
DMC Boys Dealing With Your Violent Emotional Breakdown Surrendering to the Longing of Demons I Want to Feel Fear DMC Boys Filled With Your Eggs Family Pet AU - Master List Taking Your Virginity Headcanons Devil Trigger Sex DMC Boys During Threesomes For My Valentine DMC Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model DMC Characters During Threesomes Extra You Squirting On The DMC Boys
Nero x Reader
DMC Boys Dealing With Your Violent Emotional Breakdown Surrendering to the Longing of Demons I Want to Feel Fear DMC Boys Filled With Your Eggs Family Pet AU - Master List Taking Your Virginity Headcanons Devil Trigger Sex DMC Boys During Threesomes For My Valentine Nero's Yandere Alphabet DMC Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model DMC Characters During Threesomes Extra You Squirting On The DMC Boys
V x Reader
DMC Boys Dealing With Your Violent Emotional Breakdown Surrendering to the Longing of Demons I Want to Feel Fear DMC Boys Filled With Your Eggs Family Pet AU - Master List Taking Your Virginity Headcanons Devil Trigger Sex DMC Boys During Threesomes For My Valentine V's Yandere Alphabet DMC Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model DMC Characters During Threesomes Extra You Squirting On The DMC Boys
Vergil x Reader
Surrendering to the Longing of Demons I Want to Feel Fear DMC Boys Filled With Your Eggs Family Pet AU - Master List Taking Your Virginity Headcanons Devil Trigger Sex DMC Boys During Threesomes For My Valentine DMC Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model DMC Characters During Threesomes Extra You Squirting On The DMC Boys
Reboot Dante x Reader
Meet at the Beach DMC Boys Dealing With Your Violent Emotional Breakdown Surrendering to the Longing of Demons I Want to Feel Fear DMC Boys Filled With Your Eggs Taking Your Virginity Headcanons Devil Trigger Sex DMC Boys During Threesomes For My Valentine DMC Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model DMC Characters During Threesomes Extra You Squirting On The DMC Boys Yandere Reboot Dante Incorrigible For Devil's Dalliance’s Angel Reboot Dante Yandere Alphabet
Reboot Vergil x Reader
Meet at the Beach DMC Boys Dealing With Your Violent Emotional Breakdown Surrendering to the Longing of Demons I Want to Feel Fear Devil May Cry Boys Filled With Your Eggs Taking Your Virginity Headcanons Devil Trigger Sex DMC Boys During Threesomes For My Valentine DMC Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model Reboot Vergil's Yandere Alphabet DMC Characters During Threesomes Extra You Squirting On The DMC Boys
Sparda x Reader
I Want to Feel Fear Devil May Cry Boys Filled With Your Eggs Family Pet AU - Master List Devil Trigger Sex DMC Boys x Pornstar/Webcam Model DMC Characters During Threesomes Extra
Dante x Nero
Calm Down Shhh, I'm on the Phone What Now? The Little Things Drinks, Virginity, and Determination I Don't Want Them A heat can’t be that hard to take, can it? Knotted Love
Miscellaneous
For Once in My Life (Either Dante x (Anyone You Want)) Family Pet AU - Master List (Poly Relationship with DMC boys and Trish, Eva, Lady, Kyrie, and Nico.) Devil Trigger Sex (Includes above plus Credo and Nelo Angelo) DMC Characters During Threesomes Extra (includes above plus Credo, Nelo Angelo, Urizen, and Kat) Knotted Love (Multiple/Poly ships)
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kxttqi · 1 year ago
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⋆.˚ “he’s leaving, you can come over now” prank on jjk men 。
↪︎ gojo, geto, yuuji, megumi, yuuta, toge x f!reader
↪︎ warnings: swearing, suggestive
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kvtyxm · 21 days ago
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so he has a freak playlist..??? mmmmm 😏😏😏😫😫😫
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darylgf · 7 days ago
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・ ⭑⠀MONIKER OF LOVE⠀,⠀daryl dixon x f!reader
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warnings/tags.⠀⠀MINORS DNI, mature content, moments of fluff + lil angst + lil smut, est. relationship, lowercase intended, second pov, f!reader but no desc given, no use of y/n, hints of sub!daryl bc i had to obvi
word count.⠀⠀1.6k
summary.⠀⠀certain men will refer to their girlfriends or wives as "mama" to express respect, appreciation, and sometimes a sense of her being a nurturing figure. this is exactly what daryl does for you, no matter where you are or what is happening around you.⠀⠀⠀OR⠀⠀⠀a collection of times of when daryl calls you "mama".
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the world could be ending and daryl would still call you by his specific nickname for you. hell, the world was and is ending all around you. yet, he never stops. at this point, you’re convinced that you’ve heard it more times than you’ve heard your own name. he will call you the other and more common pet names still; baby, honey, darling. however, none of those are used to the extent as this one or holds the same weight, not even close.
he calls you this during quick passing moments that occur throughout the day.
once while on his motorcycle, daryl glances back at you as you hop on, your leg being thrown over the threshold. unlike what he expects you to do though, you don’t initially wrap your arms around him like you always do and instead opt to hold the bar at the rear of the bike, just behind you.
he scoffs almost comically, taking another look back at you incredulously, an eyebrow lifting. he knew what you were doing just by the hint of a teasing smile that threatened to pull at the corners of your lips. “the hell you doin’?” he asks, chin jutting out to gesture at your arms behind you.
daryl lets a half grin show as you just giggle in response, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as he shakes his head; a habit that displays his light annoyance while also making it clear it was all taken in stride. immediately, you wrap your arms around his middle so eagerly that it makes him lurch forward slightly in the seat with a grunt and you scoot in even closer to him.
“hold on tight, mama.” he says as he pats your hand that was placed at his torso, just moments before the engine of the motorcycle roars to life and he lets off of the brakes. the name makes you smile while you let your head rest on his leather clad back, cheek pressed against his shoulder blade.
he will call you that when it's early in the morning, the sun not even rising in the sky yet. daryl gets up this early simply because he's used to it, and it gives him a head start on his hunting. but before he's even able to start getting ready, he has to accomplish the difficult task of unwrapping your tangled limbs from each other and roll out of the bed with minimal movement, all without waking you up.
he fails, of course. he always does. daryl is the stealthiest person you know, yet you're just too damn determined to ever let him leave before telling you goodbye.
"go back to sleep, mama." he sighs when he sees you stir awake, his voice soft yet so raspy, still thick with drowsiness.
the way you pout at him as he leans down to you pulls at his heart strings. he remains strong-willed though, surprisingly so. he places a kiss to the top of your hair before standing back up straight and you watch him with hooded eyes from your comfortable spot in the sheets, knowing he’d be back in your arms soon enough.
he evens calls you that when both of you are in the face of danger. just like any other run that you guys have been on, there was always a high chance of things going south. and that’s exactly what had happened.
the air was completely knocked out of you as your back slammed against the cold hard floor of the dusty gas station. it was unclear where or how the walkers got in even after the space was cleared and now you were there, pinned against the ground with one right on top of you. while you managed to hold it back, your muscles were already beginning to ache. it was taking both of your arms’ strength to keep the undead creature above you at bay so there was no reaching for your blade at your side without risking everything, but you just might have to.
suddenly, a sickening squelching sound reached your ears and the body on top of you stilled. it was then lifted and tossed to the side like it was nothing, by none other than daryl. “i got ya, mama.” he grunts as he quickly reaches for your upper arm, hoisting you up to your feet before you could even so much as breathe a sigh of relief. he then began hurriedly guiding both of you to your exit with a gentle hand on your lower back, the dead still walking dangerously among you. “let’s go.”
you get called the endearment when you need it the most as well; when you thought that you may never even hear it again.
you remember how the members of your group parted, as if moses himself was parting them just for you and created a path that led directly to daryl. it wasn’t clear to you what was happening at first, you had hung back as everyone made their way into hilltop and your ears failed to pick up the reunion everyone had with him after his escape from the sanctuary.
a noise of utter shock came from you involuntarily. whatever was in your hands— you don’t even remember what it was anymore— fell to the ground.
his eyes had been searching for you, it was obvious with the way his eyes were darting from side to side and chin lifted to the air to look above the heads around him. but at your commotion, his head whipped forward to meet your eyes finally.
daryl was in front of you within seconds, arms wrapping around you and his head buried into the crook of your neck. it felt like home, to you and to him. he settled into your embrace like it was second nature to him, your hand coming to soothingly stroke the back of his head.
“i missed ya, mama.” he mumbled into your shoulder and the words broke you; a sob racking through your body instantly and your eyes started to burn. lifting his head at the sound, he lets your foreheads rest against each other just so he can see you while also managing to keep you as close as he could.
by the shaking and quivering of his lower lip, you knew he was trying his damndest to not crack and you leaned in to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose before whispering back to him, “i missed you, too.”
lastly, daryl calls you by your designated pet name when you’re all alone; when the lights are off and the doors are locked, when you both feel the safest.
the hunter watches you from his place on his back, not even a pillow behind him cushioning his head as it was most likely somewhere on the floor. perhaps next to the discarded clothes that belonged to the both of you. not that it mattered or that he even cared about it, his mind was elsewhere right now. but who could blame him when your hips were hovered just above his and his hands gripped harshly at your thighs in anticipation.
from his perspective, he couldn’t even find the words to describe how you looked. it could be because you were just too beautiful— alarmingly so— even in the low lighting of the room. or it could be because you let your bare center finally meet his, letting his hardened length slide back and forth between your slick folds that made his mouth completely fall open in silent pleasure. either way, you rendered him speechless.
just when he was about to completely surrender to you and find his voice just to beg, you snaked your hand down to where your middles met to take a hold of him. with one hand planted flat on his chest to help your balance and the other guiding his tip into your entrance, you inhaled a shaky breath.
daryl’s head fell back against the mattress and lids fall shut as you sunk down onto his cock while a whimper escaped you. the stretch was downright delicious. and you could only guess he thought so as well with how he let out a drawn out groan when you were fully seated on him.
it takes him a moment to pull himself together, but once he does, his eyes reopen. it’s hard to meet your gaze, it always was for him especially when he was intimate with you. however, he forces it because after all this time, after all you two have been through, he needs to see you. it’s like the ultimate gift from the universe.
daryl then moves to sit up with his arms wrapping securely around you. the movement causes surges of pleasure to hit both of you, your breath hitching as you hold him against your chest and his mouth places sloppy kisses onto the skin of your naked cleavage. “you feel so good, mama.” you hear him say in a rough voice and the only thing you can muster up is a moan in response, his arms tightening around your waist at the sound.
your hands slide over any and all exposed skin of his; his arms, biceps, back— the warmth he was radiating off addicting. they then landed on both of his shoulders and you pushed him until he was flat on his back once more, palms pressing against his chest to keep him there this time. it was a wordless declaration that control was back in your grasp and it was going to stay there.
he grunts your name softly before following up, “gonna fuckin’ kill me.” his voice thick with arousal, speaking in the deep and gravelly way that sends heat straight to your core. you laugh, cruelly so, he thinks. and your hips begin to drag themselves against his that makes his gut tighten.
“alright, mama— do your worst,” he adds, breathless, and you do just that.
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a/n.⠀⠀idk what this was tbh lol i just know good southern men loooove to call their girls "mama" & i know for a fact that daryl would too YUPPPP
likes, rbs, & just general feedback is always appreciated mwah <3
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kathryn-maraudersversion · 2 months ago
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Serpents and Stars Pt 1
Summary: You can’t stand the Marauders. They’re obnoxious, arrogant, and entirely too smug for their own good. So why do they keep flirting with you?
Pairing: Poly!Marauders (James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin) x Slytherin!Fem!Reader
Warnings: I've never written a fic before so this could be terrible.
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If there was one thing you knew to be true, it’s this: 
The Marauders were insufferable. 
James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin three Gryffindor golden boys who walked around like they owned the castle, smirking at anything with a pulse and charming their way out of every possible punishment. 
They were loud. They were cocky.
And worst of all? 
They wouldn’t leave you alone. 
“Morning, princess,” Sirius drawled as you passed by in the Great Hall, his signature smirk firmly in place. 
You rolled your eyes. “Drop dead.” 
James, sitting beside him, gasped dramatically. “Oh, sweetheart, if you wanted us dead, you could’ve just asked.” 
Remus, the least infuriating of the three, snorted into his coffee. “You really do have a special connection.” 
You gave him a flat look. “Yes, Lupin, it’s called hatred.” 
Sirius leaned in, his grey eyes glinting mischievously. “Or is it repressed desire?” 
You grabbed a piece of toast off your plate and chucked it at his head. 
James caught it midair, the show-off, and took a bite. “Thanks, love. You shouldn’t have.” 
Your blood boiled.
Why did they insist on flirting with you? Why couldn’t they just leave you alone like every other Gryffindor you couldn’t stand? 
But no. Instead, you got this.
And worse? It was every. Damn. Day. 
It wasn’t just in the Great Hall. 
No, they tormented you, somehow finding you everywhere.
In the library, when you were trying to study.
“Looking gorgeous as ever, love,” James whispered, sliding into the seat across from you. 
You slammed your book shut. “Potter, if you don’t leave in the next five seconds, I’ll hex you into next week.” 
James grinned. “That means you’d miss me for a whole week.” 
You considered launching your inkpot at his head. 
Sirius, of course, was no better. 
One day, he caught you sneaking out to the Black Lake for a quiet moment alone. Instead of letting you have your peace, he followed you.
He stretched out on the grass beside you, smirking up at the sky. “You know, I think you’re obsessed with me.” 
You scoffed. “I think you’ve mistaken ‘loathing’ for ‘obsession.’” 
“Ah,” he mused, “but loathing is just passion in disguise.” 
You kicked water at him. 
He only laughed.
And Remus? Remus was the worst of all.
Because unlike the other two, who were loud and unbearable, he was quietly infuriating.
Remus listened. Remus noticed things. 
Like the way you preferred black coffee over tea. The way you chewed the end of your quill when you were concentrating. The way you always hesitated before answering a question in class, even when you knew the answer. 
And worst of all? 
The way he would look at you.  Like he understood something about you that even you didn’t. 
It drove you mad.
One day, after an especially awful Potions class (thanks to James knocking over an entire cauldron, making the whole room smell like burnt eggs), you finally snapped. 
You whirled on them the moment you stepped out of the classroom. 
“Why?” you demanded, glaring at the three of them. “Why do you keep doing this? Annoying me? Flirting with me? What do you want?” 
James blinked. “We just like you, love.” 
Sirius grinned. “Obviously.” 
Remus tilted his head, smiling that soft, knowing smile. “Why? Does it bother you?” 
You opened your mouth to say yes, to tell them to leave you alone, to curse them into oblivion.
But the words wouldn’t come. 
Because the truth was.
You didn’t hate it. 
You didn’t hate them. 
And that? 
That was the real problem.
Authors note: I might make this a series if people like it idk tho if so I can also make a taglist so just lemme know
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