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ghettogirly · 3 months

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After losing some one he care about. He saw her in everything. Deja Vu

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𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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-> synopsis: after seeing you die, it was as if Armando lost a piece of his soul. Nothing was worth loving anymore.

-> format: one shot

-> theme: angst.

-> warnings: mentions of death, mentions of violence, mature language, heavy angst.

-> authors note: thanks for the request! this would be a first of writing heavy angst about him. This is not proofread. 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!🌸

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The sound of the copper plated bullet whizzed past his ear as it pierced into the girls carotid artery. Going 100mph, the tiny metal shrapnel shot through her, being so small yet so dangerous.

She fell limp into his arms as the bullet punctured her neck, cutting off a blood supply to her brain. Gasping for air, you twitched in his arms frantically as Armando laid you down trying to apply pressure onto the hole, with no luck. “Cálmate, por favor.” The male mumbled as he tried to help you. Sliding your hand up his shoulder, you gripped onto Armando’s royal blue shirt in an attempt for you to hold onto your consciousness for a little while longer. Not being long before you would eventually bleed out.

“Get some fucking help!!”

Blood seeped into the cracks of the wooden floor, staining not only the brown tiles but the latino’s hand, painting it fully red. Your eyes continuously blinked as you fought hard for your life, feeling it slowly slip away from you. Losing the will to live, your eyes slowly start to descend as you alleviate your grip on your lover. “No, no. Quédate conmigo.”

Tiny noises heave out of the brown skinned girl who laid in his arms, slowly tapping his hand with her nail before her head fell down limp. Crimson yet thick, blood still continued to flow out of her neck, it being more of a visible red due to the oxygenation that occurs when flowing around the body. Her deep brown hair mixing with the metallic smell of the substance seeping out from underneath her. The colour from her beautiful deep skin slowly started to disappear from her, becoming practically mummified.

In disbelief, the male slowly shook his dead lover in hopes of this just being a dream. “Baby?”

No response.

“Son..” A hand was placed on Armando’s shoulder to which he violently shrugged off.

“¡ Quítate de encima!”

Placing his lovers body slowly down on the floor, he stood up. Tears cascaded down the males face as his eyes were a bloodshot red due to the extremity of his sobbing. Glancing around the room, faces of pity just stared at him, “No me compadezcas.”

The loud strobe of lights from the ambulance came shining onto the group, the sirens blaring as they quickly pulled up and ran over to the group.

“Where is she?”

A scoff was heard amongst the group as a muscular physique arose from the crowd, strolling over to the leading paramedic. “You’re too late. She’s fucking gone.”

“Armando..”

Mike’s calls fell on deaf ears as Armando continued to press the paramedic, practically screaming in their face due to how long they took to get here. “This is your fault!”

“It went through her main artery, she wouldn’t of-“

“No me importa!”

Unable to hold in his rage longer, the taller male pushed the paramedic forcefully causing him to fall down. Standing over him Armando looked down, which then caused warnings signs for the rest of the team who quickly ran over to him so they could hold him back. “Armando. Calm down!”

Flipping his head towards Dorn, the tall blonde who spoke them words, Armando walked up to him and intensely stared. His eyes piercing through Dorn’s soul. His chocolate brown orbs now full of hurt and pain, causing him to go back to how he was before. Before finding love. The ruthless, reckless and cunning man he was. The man who couldn’t love, let alone care of other people. The assassin who took any life who was in front of him.

That was who he was.

His mother was right.

Santa Muerte was right.

“Calmarse? Está bien.” Putting his hands up, he walked backwards.

Everyone exchanged confused glances as Armando’s demeanour suddenly switched. Watching him walk over to his blacked out motorbike, he put his helmet over his head before flipping the screen closed. Revving the engine, Armando zoomed off into the night. Leaving his team there at the bar, anxious.

And not only that.

Leaving the person who changed him for the better, who he loved, behind too.

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𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃.

It was currently 2 in the morning. The rain was currently attacking Armando’s modern windows, the tiny teardrops forming bullets as they attempted to penetrate the double glazed window below. Thunder was roaring across Miami as bolts of lightning flashed between houses here and there. Unable to sleep, the latino slugged towards his bathroom.

Putting his hands on the counter, his head sunk down. His hair was a mess and he was sweaty due to the constant tossing and turning he was doing into the night. Looking up, at the mirror, bags hung down underneath his eyes. They showed no sign of emotion anymore. Numb. Void.

There was a piece of him missing. His body now unfulfilled.

You stood behind him. The curly locks that bounced upon your shoulder were stained with blood splatters as your appearance was the exact same that particular night.

Armando’s mouth was agape as he looked into the reflection of the mirror, slightly shocked but still delusional as he was half awake, that you were really here. This positive aura still beamed around you as your beautiful full lips, and melanin skin was still apparent. Even after death. “Amor..?”

Curling your lips in grief and sadness, you answer him. “why are you doing this?”

“Doing this?”

“The whole team just wanted to be there to comfort you, but you push them away.

Scoffing, Armando shook his head at your oblivious nature. “claramente no entiendes.”

“I do understand.”

“¡No es así! ¡Te he perdido todo! No puedo avanzar".

“Please baby, you have to let me go. You can’t keep living like this.”

“La forma en que vivía antes era mejor que vivir contigo. Conocer a todo el mundo fue un error, mi madre tenía razón.”

Throwing a punch towards the mirror where you were, the shards of glass crumbled down his counter. Little pieces of your soul flew away as the male destroyed the mirror. Destroyed the last pieces of your essence in his life. Tiny pieces of glass punctured Armando’s fist causing streams of blood to flow out of it.

“He did fucking curse me.”

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

“Cálmate, por favor.”: Calm down please.

“No, no. Quédate conmigo.”: No. no.. stay with me.

“¡ Quítate de encima!”: Get off me!

“No me compadezcas.” : Don’t pity me!

“No me importa!” : I don’t care!

“Calmarse? Está bien.”: Calm down? Okay.

“claramente no entiendes.”: You clearly do not understand.

“¡No es así! ¡Te he perdido todo! No puedo avanzar". : You do not! I have lost you, everything! I cannot move forward.”

“La forma en que vivía antes era mejor que vivir contigo. Conocer a todo el mundo fue un error, mi madre tenía razón.” : How i lived before was better than living with you. Meeting everyone was a mistake, my mother was right.

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themotherofblood · 2 months

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put it on me | d.t x reader x r.t | vampire au | bloody baby au

an: heyyy ya’ll missed me? had a tove lo song stuck in my head it’s talking body.

synopsis: baby knows she has been made to forget, she knows they are pretending to, everything is alright but is it?

warning: overconsumption of alcohol, compelling, argument.

You were dead sure something was off, like visually not a hair out of place but you just knew, like a nagging intuition burning holes into your stomach. Though it could have been the last shot oqf tequila you took.

They let you off the fucking island, it made no sense. What four months of playing a captured princess and out of nowhere “Go birdie go fly and be free.” something was off it was sour milk in your mouth. One could even say it was because you were touch deprived, but the more shocking detail to take note of was the lack of puncture marks in your body. This wasn’t some insecurity bullshit again, this was them hovering over you from the balconies watching you dance with you friends and not lifting a finger to feel you up.

Absurd isn't it?

Something happened, you can only feel it in your dreams, something deeply wrong— something that you were not supposed to see but you hadn't been compelled, at least you think you weren’t. You simply woke up in their bed three weeks and they’ve pretended like you would break from a single touch, and they watch you—constantly. When you eat, when you read on the lawn and sometimes you could swear they watch you sleep.

This uneasiness was tearing at you, were they done with you? Their own martial relations seemed to be a little too close, they always were but you never felt left out but now you did, you felt nervous even to walk up to Rhaenyra for a hug in the morning. And now this.

A taste of caged freedom. Freedom.

Who knew you'd grow so fond of the cage that housed you, a golden stone castle far from any life you’ve ever seen? Yet here you were now, at a cheap club your friends and you had graced every weekend after working on your thesis to chug fireballs and vodka.

Freedom? That's what the wanted you to feel, to help you transition back to your mortal life. Well then, a taste of it should have been fair for all. So you didn't hesitate after pulling another bill from your bra and ordering another round for your girlfriends. You loved them, you missed them, but right now your sense of celebration wasn't for them. As the bitter liquid burned at your throat, you shot daggers at the balconies again and disappeared into the crowd.

Deep in the sea of sweaty bodies jumping with no care in the world, thick into where the intentions of every one were similar, “We’re free game” You didn't care who touched you, just as way before when you didn't. You never know the person, hell you couldn't even make out their face from the lights but you felt the hands, the grinding.

It did feel freeing, compelled or not, you could do it— slip further into the crowd and just slip out of this dingy club. Disappear with the money and ID tucked into the lining of your bra, they won't find you. Strom City was far too vast to find a little scorned soul nearing the bottom of the bottle. You closed your eyes and just felt the music and the alcohol making you feel weightless, you lifted your hands into your hair to cook the back of your neck as you continued to sway, a stranger’s beer can pressed to the back of it. You smiled at your friends dancing, reaching for the coolers in one of their hands and took a big swig. You could feel the bile at the back of your throat, but you knew you'd been fine if you just kept dancing.

You could still feel hands on you and yet no faces, it wasn't until you turned that you could finally register faces— or well a face.

Daemon stood still amongst the dancing crowd, arms crossed and neck just slightly titled. Silently questioning as to the fuck were you up to.

You didn't stop, looking right at him you kept dancing when the beat dropped stealing the last of your friend’s drink. Hips swaying and still holding your wild hair so you don't overheat, you knew you were playing with fire. What's the worst that could happen? They’d drain you of all blood until there was no life left in you? You’d come to terms with that possibility months ago.

You could feel him nearing, shrugging off the mortal bodies coming in contact with him. You could hear your friends giggling as she reached for your hand and yanked you through the crowd.

“What the fuck were you thinking,” Daemon said, looking very visually irked as he sat comfortably on the hotel couch.

Rhaenyra had barely anything to say but she was angry, you could see it. A conflicted hurt. The rules were clear, they were crystal and you'd broken them.

You scoffed sipping on the glass of water you were forced to drink as you leaned against the bathroom door, still heeled and dizzy. You couldn't digest their discontent when they were ones playing games with you.

“We have very simple rule-”

“Oh fuck your rules!” you cut him off

“It's just bodies isn't it,” you said holding in a hiccup “We are just bodies.”

Rhaenyra opened her mouth but you raised your finger to stop her, stumbling of the bathroom door and walking to the middle of the room.

“How many? How many girls? How many men? I mean fuck!” you shook your head stumbling a bit.

They entertained your outburst, usually you were so placated that this was beyond the unusual.

“Don't you see, you've lived the two of you have each other, have been married for like a forever long time, and me. I'm twenty— human years mortal, simple-bodied.” you tap your head to see if they saw your point.

“I have barely loved, and now that I do—” you hiccup blinking your drunk tears away “its with two blood-sucking—” you stopped yourself laughing.

“I’m just a body to you that you use for fun.” you laugh, mascara tears coating your face.

Rhaenyra finally speaks “that is not true.”

You scoff once more, this time breaking the glass of water you'd been drinking against the bedstand “Turn me then.”

Daemon turned his face, looking out the window and Rhaenyra now stood shaking her head at you.

You could feel the glass imbedded into your palm, you raised the broken shard at her— lil quivering. “Turn me.”

“Turn me.” it sounds like a pathetic prayer.

This time Daemon turned to you, eyes narrowed staring at your bleeding palm, he looked at his wife. He knew this would have come to this conclusion, it always does.

You knew you’d die soon, whether it was to come back as one of them or dead for good. You’d made your peace with it a week before, pouring your heart out in the pages of your journal. Though what were you expecting, that the sex with you was that good that they’d have you around for a life time.

You served one purpose for them, to be their walking blood bag, a toy for them to use and dress as they pleased.

“Turn me.” you said once more.

This time Daemon pushed off the couch, he was in front of you within a blink of an eye, nostrils flared as he grabbed the back of your hair and yanked it back.

“You want to sell your soul that bad? You’d break even before it began sweet girl. The pain of the turn, but sure since you want it that bad.” he bit into the back of his hand and pressed it to your mouth.

The taste of bitter copper filled your mouth, it was true human blood tasted far sweeter, and you’d tasted it on their lips countless times. Your own blood.

“Daemon stop.” Rhaenyra said this time, approaching her husband.

He did not budge, still staring your soul down as he pulled the glass shard from your hand. He didn't hesitate to press it against your carotid artery, the faintest if pressure and he’d dig in. You bleed out and either come out as one of them or a feral— a demon of sorts. They wouldn't take that risk but Daemon was so done for it.

He knew the truth of what he’d compelled away from you, the attack, the threat that somebody was after them— he feared not for him or Rhaenyra but if they found you. He had thought of turning you a thousand times over, and so had Rhaenyra, though the possibility that you may not make the other side. Not many survive the pain, not many come out looking like their mortal bodies but mangled creatures from hell.

However Daemon had snapped, he grew irked from having to hide the truth, from having to pull away. True he had Rhaenyra to come to with his ails but she would sway him otherwise. Rhaenyra battled the guilt of nearly killing you for days, she still does and cannot touch you without remembering her teeth digging into your flesh. You may not remember it, but she had torn you within an inch of your life.

“Daemon we have to let her go.” Rhaenyra urged.

This time your eyes snapped to her and then back to Daemon.

“No turn me.” you urged, this time pushing yourself against the shard of glass “turn me.”

Daemon threw the shard away, shaking his head as he held your shoulders.

“No no, you're not leaving me.” the panic set into your body, death would have been easier. “Just turn me, I can do it.” you hiccuped.

Rhaenyra this time finally touched you, pulling you closer and embracing you, your senses were completely engulfed by her. The way she smelled, her touch, her hair.

You kept mumbling “no” incoherently as she sat you down on the bed.

Her eyes dilated as she shushed you, you looked at Daemon, his stern expression held pain to it if you looked close enough. He leaned against a wall. He knew Rhaenyra had to be the one to do this.

You felt no pain as Rhaenyra pulled the small pieces of glass from your hand, they were already healing because of Daemon’s blood.

“I’m so sorry my love,” she kissed your palms as she sat them back down onto your lap. “It isn't safe anymore.”

“Please don't,” you pouted, more tears flowing down your cheeks. “Don’t leave.”

“You were away on a vacation in the Summer. Isles, you needed a break. You won't remember us, anything about the past six months, it will be as though time stopped and brought you back to reality.” Rhaenyra whispered, kissing your forehead.

“Please.” you cried.

“The pain you feel now will be gone, we will be gone.” her eyes dilated one more as she shuffled your body back into the bed. “Go to sleep.”

Okie and that's a wrap!! I had so much fun writing this chapter, kinda poured my own breakup pain into it. Either way, I can't wait to start writing more!!

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kyeomofhearts · 10 months

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Again & Again | C.SC

+ summary: you caved in and fucked your best friend, but it was only a one-time thing… right?

+ pairing: scoups x fem!reader

+ word count: 2.5k

+ content: fwb!, chubby reader (love ya'll), friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, pussy drunk cheol, size kink, angst, fluff

Part 1, Part 2

+ WARNINGS: smut, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, rough sex, praise?, sizekink, creampie, pls lmk if I missed anything

🫧 Hey! I saw you guys enjoyed the first part (im still shocked) and I immediately started writing part two!!! I hope it holds up to the first part :D

It had been a total of three months since you and Seungcheol had become regular fuck buddies. And boy did you love it.

“Fuck-” you moaned out while Seungcheol abused your hole.

Seungcheol snaked his hands down to your waist to angle himself better. You clenched down on his cock, making him use more of his strength to squeeze through.

“God you’re so tight,” Seungcheol grunted out.

Even with Cheol abusing your sensitive cunt, you managed to voice out a small, “Just for you.”

His hips faltered for a second.

What you didn’t know was that Seungcheol had been having issues with the arrangement he came up with between the two of you. (Just never made you aware of them)

Seungcheol wanted more, to be more than just friends with you. And whenever you said things like this, it made him feel worse about his feelings towards you. But he hadn't gathered up the balls to actually confess to you, scared of ruining your arrangement (friendship too).

He brushed it off and continued with his brutal pace.

Maybe if he continued to fuck your brains out he would be able to distract himself from his ever-growing feelings for you.

Seungcheol was nearing his release and by the way you were getting tighter, you were close too. He managed to get out a strained, "Where do want me?"

"Anywhere-"

Cheol didn't like this answer. So he stopped altogether, making you cry in frustration. He didn't care, even if he was preventing his own release too.

"Where do you want me?" This time he said it with a harsher tone, as if he was reprimanding you.

"Inside please," saying in between sobs.

"Wasn't that hard?" He said in a mocking tone. There was something about you crying that made him feel exhilarated.

You were about to respond until you felt your breath knocked out of your lungs.

His thrusts were slow but powerful, it almost felt like he was puncturing into you.

He began to speed up his thrusts to match the pace he had originally been at before stopping.

"Cheol please-"

"Please what?" His eyes were filled with lust and a touch of amusement. He loved teasing you.

"Please let me cum" You were being greedy, you knew that. But you just couldn't help it when his pace was driving you over the edge again.

He laughed at how needy you were getting, but he couldn't blame you. He knew you were trying your best to hold your orgasm off but he wanted to break you, make you cry even more.

So that's exactly what he did, grabbing the vibrator beside your writhing form. He placed it directly on your already sensitive bud and turned it on its highest setting. There was an evil glint in his eye, watching you spasm at the feeling of the vibrator.

It was no surprise that you came not even a minute later.

Now having you cum for the nth time this night, he decided to chase his own release. It wasn't that far away, just a few more thrusts and he would be in cloud nine.

"You always take me so well." He said with a final thrust.

Seungcheol was in love with you the way your cunt took his cock, as if it was made for him and only him. It didn't help that even after being overstimulated, you still took everything he gave you.

He shortly dumped his hot load inside you, filling you to the brim.

Spent, Seungcheol simply dropped his body on top of yours, engulfing you with his weight. It stayed like that for a minute until he regained his composure. He still needed to clean you up after all.

Slowly, he pulled out his softening member, ignoring your cute protests.

"I'll be back love," he said while pressing a few small kisses on your forehead and cheeks. And just like that he left to the bathroom.

He didn't take long though, coming back as soon as he had cleaned himself up. Even after long sessions, Seungcheol always made it his mission to give you the best aftercare.

The two of you were slowly drifting to sleep... until your phone started ringing. Irritated you grabbed your phone to see who was calling.

Your coworker? Why are they calling you at 10 pm?

"Hello?" Even though you were annoyed, you tried your best at hiding it.

"y/n! I'm so sorry to wake you up, but Mr. Jung said we have to come in at 7 to fix our project-"

"What?!" Now you were actually irritated, 7 was way too early considering you usually come in at 10 am.

"I know! But he was so mad because one of the higher-ups didn't like our design so he wants us to fix it before 10." Your coworker wasn't pleased with the news either.

"Okay well... I'll see you at 7 I guess... bye."

You hung up shortly after. It was disappointing, really. You wanted to stay the night at Cheol's, like you usually do. So you mentally prepared yourself to go back to your apartment.

"So... what was that about?" Seungcheol's eyes were heavy, he was ready to pass out.

"I have to go in early tomorrow, I can't stay the night Cheol," you gave him the saddest look you could.

"No! Please just stay tonight, I'll drive you in the morning." Ugh, he was giving you those puppy eyes. How could a grown man give you puppy eyes and actually have it work on you? But this was odd, he never got this clingy after sex.

As much as you wanted to stay and sleep next to him... you couldn't especially considering everything you need is at your apartment.

"Cheol, I can't... I literally left everything at my place." Now was your turn to give him puppy eyes.

He looked annoyed. It made sense though, he just wanted to go to sleep with you and now he had to sleep by himself tonight.

He huffed out in annoyance, "Then let me drive you back home. It's too late to go by yourself."

Before you could put up a fight, he was already putting his clothes back on. If you couldn't beat him, might as well join him in getting ready.

Once you reached the door to your apartment, you turned to look at him. His face was so kissable but you knew that was off limits considering that the two of you weren't dating.

"Thank you for walking with me, I know you didn't have to but I really appreciate it Cheol" You commented while opting to give him a side hug.

With tired eyes, he managed to get out a small, "Anything for you."

And there it was again. 'Anything for you' 'Everything for you'. Every time he said those words to you... it made you feel like he actually meant it. He was just being nice to you because he was your best friend who you fucked on almost a daily basis.

As much as you have enjoyed these past three months with Seungcheol. There would be some parts to it that made it difficult to enjoy like... whenever he treated you like his girlfriend. It's not like you didn't like it, but you were just scared to pursue more. What if he didn't see you that way?

Just as he was going to turn away to head back to his car, you quickly asked him to stay the night with you.

"It's just because you are already tired and it's not like you haven't slept over before..."

His eyes widened at your invitation. He definitely was not expecting you to let him sleepover. But who cares, at least he gets to sleep with you tonight like he was supposed to.

"Of course. who am I to say no to you," He responded with a warm smile.

God, he just had to be a romantic!

Well, at least you weren't sleeping alone now. Since it was getting colder now, he was becoming your personal heater at night.

Within five minutes of settling into your apartment, Seungcheol started to whine at you to come to bed.

And who were you to say no to him?

You woke up to your alarm blaring at you.

5:30 am

Ugh. Today was not going to be it, you could feel it.

The morning air was cold as ice. You knew that it was going to be insanely difficult to get out of bed when you had your personal heater right next to y-

And just as you turned to the side Seungcheol had slept on... it was cold and empty.

Maybe he went to the bathroom. There's no way he already left. He would have at least woken you up to say goodbye or something.

Well, either way, you had to start getting ready for work. Even if these were ungodly hours for you.

Weird. He wasn't in the bathroom. Oh well, you thought.

He did have a key to your place so at least he was able to lock the door if he left.

After some time of getting ready, you decided to eat something light. That was until you saw a whole feast waiting for you on your counter.

It wasn't actually a feast per se, you were just being over dramatic. But it was certainly a lot more food than you normally eat in the morning.

It would have been better if Seungcheol was here though.

When you examined the food up close you found a note on top of it.

I had to leave early :( but I didn't want to wake you up. And I know your ass doesn't eat in the morning, so I made you something. I hope you enjoy it, love.

-your amazing best friend ♡

See! There it was again.

How were you supposed to suppress your ever-growing feelings for him when he always did things like this??

What made it worse was that the delusional part of your brain was feeding into the possibilities of you and Cheol ending up together. It's not completely unreasonable right? He calls you love, he always wants to be near you, and you guys practically fuck daily. Those had to be signs... at least you hoped they were.

It really was wishful thinking.

You would have thought of more instances but a distinct buzz lured you out of your trance.

It was Jeonghan.

From: Yoonzino

Slut don't forget about my party tonight.

Sent at 6:21 am

Fuck. You forgot about that.

Why today out of all days?

Not only do you have to go in early for work but you also have to go to the party.

You were for sure going to be drained considering that you were still working your full work day PLUS the extra three hours.

No, don't think like this. Try to be more positive. You're hanging out with friends, if anything you can always leave early if you explain to them that you had a long day.

Speaking of work, you should definitely start heading out before it gets too late. Who knows what your team lead has in store for you.

Jeonghan's party arrived rather quickly.

Work hadn't been too bad either. Mr. Jung, your team lead, fortunately, didn't give you and your coworkers an earful since he knew that it had been his fault for not properly reviewing the team's design.

With that in mind, you were in a pretty good mood. Good enough for you to want to go to Jeonghan's party.

You also hadn't seen the guys in a really long time, okay maybe not that long but still! You were excited to finally have a reason to dress up and have some fun.

From: Cheollie

Do you want me to come over and pick you up?

Sent at 6:18 pm

Oh?

You thought he was already at the party? He was one of the guys in charge of setting up.

From: You

Aren't you already there??

Sent at 6:20 pm

Well... If he was willing to drive to your place to pick you up then you weren't going to complain. If anything that would let you drink to your heart's desires.

From: Cheollie

Yeah but I can still pick you up

Plus I want to be the first one to see you

sent at 6:22 pm

Ugh, why were you so excited? He probably does this for everyone, it's nothing crazy. Yet, you couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought of him.

From: You

Ofc now I have a reason to drink <3

I just need a few more minutes to get ready tho

Sent at 6:26 pm

Crap. You had to hurry up before he came over-

Knock! Knock! Knock!

And just like that he opened your bedroom door.

…

What the actual fuck. There was absolutely no way. He just sent you that message not even five minutes ago!

The look of surprise on your face made him burst out in laughter.

“What?” He managed to get out between giggles.

The audacity of this man. You playfully shoved him when he got closer to you.

“Were you in my house when you sent that text?!”

This pushed him even more and he could. not. stop. laughing.

You couldn’t lie though, his laugher was contagious. You tried (and failed) suppressing the smile he was bringing towards your face.

Eventually, he was able to come down from his oh-so-funny laughing fit.

“Both yes and no. I was already on my way when I asked you and when you said yes… I simply let myself in.”

Huh. You keep forgetting you gave him a key to your apartment.

You huffed out in slight chagrin. “Okay, well, I still need to finish getting ready… I’ll try to be quick okay?”

"No problem, princess"

Heat immediately rushed to your face. God, you hated when he used those condescending pet names, he knew what they did to you.

No, absolutely not. Jeonghan would kill both you and Seungcheol for being late. It also might raise suspicions that something is going on between the two of you, which to be fair, there is. But they don't need to know that.

And just like that, you escaped into the safety of your bathroom, making Seungcheol let out a soft laugh.

God did he love you.

Wait.

He can't be thinking like this, especially not when you were in the other room. But it always did amaze him how he made it this far without doing something incredibly reckless. Some nights he wanted to profess his undying love to you, but he always chickened out last minute.

Maybe he should make a move, one of these days. Before it was too late.

Part: III

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DMC Boys x Reader – Taking Your Virginity Headcanons

Parings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, Nero, V x Reader

Synopsis/Author's Note: Headcanons for how the Devil May Cry boys would treat you if you were to offer them your first time.

Disclaimer: Some of these stories have moments that should not be replicated. Not all of these guys handle the situation the best and, if applied to real life, it can result in some hurt feelings, anger, and/or sadness. You all be safe, use your wits and gut feelings out there when you have your first time/give someone their first time.

Science Fact I Learned For This: A girl's hymen is NOT some wall/barrier that is broken through. It is a tissue that naturally has a hole in it big enough to let menstrual blood through. The whole idea of it hurting and/or bleeding the first time a girl has penetrative sex is because it may not be used to being stretched that far and can tear, not because it is punctured/broken through. There are, of course, exceptions to this but this is the general idea. Some people may have known this but in case you didn’t, you just learned something today like me! ^^

Dante

His reaction and treatment will change a bit depending on his age (aka what game time you are in) but many things will be consistent.

He always understands how much trust and courage it takes to give someone your first time and it means a lot to him that you want to choose him.

Whether he is in his late teens and gives you a shocked expression then a giddy smile as he says “Wait, really? Thanks! I’ll be sure to give you the time of your life.” or in his early 40s where he pauses for a moment to process before giving you a patient and gentle smile, saying “Of course, I’d be honoured to.”, he appreciates the gesture and does not take it for granted. Although, the older he is the more touched he is that you wanted to do this with him of all people.

This is not to say he isn’t going to make jokes and be silly about it. He takes the moment with all due respect, but he can’t help cracking jokes as that is just who he is. Secretly though, he is also trying to get you to lighten up about the idea. He knows how stressful losing your virginity can be, hell he went through it himself, and he hoped that by making light of it he could offer some levity to what he knows is going to inevitably be an awkward and uncomfortable time. If you can laugh at the mishaps instead of curling up and dying a bit inside, then his jokes have done their job.

Though not all of his jokes will land and may seem a bit insensitive at times, know that he is never laughing at you or mocking you, just trying to make you smile and relax.

When the night comes, he does what he can to make you feel secure. He locks all the doors and unplugs the phone to avoid interruptions. He offers you food and a bath before you start, and takes a shower himself. He makes preparations, like getting water, condoms, and lube, and lays them out so that you can see them and feel secure by their presence. And he will have a conversation with you beforehand.

If you try to fight the conversation, he will dip into his hardly ever used mature-adult mode.

“Hey now, no hiding from this babe.” Dante chuckles lightly as he gently pulls the pillow away from your face. “I know it’s embarrassing but we gotta talk about this, at least this first time, okay?”

He needs to make some things clear, define boundaries, and try to explain what to expect. He continues to throw in jokes to lighten the mood or will otherwise smile at you sympathetically, inwardly finding your bashfulness endearing.

He takes things nice and slow, verbally asking for consent and telling you what he intends to do so as to not catch you off guard.

He also takes into account what makes you feel secure. For example, do you feel better being covered by his body, whether he kneels over you or partially lays on you? Does the pressure and closeness calm you? Then he will do that. Or, alternatively, would that freak you out and make you feel trapped? If so then he will stay sitting up or lying beside you to give you space and so you see that you can escape if you want, not that he was holding you there, but it is an unconscious thing.

If your hymen does end up tearing it is not quite as panic-inducing as it could be thanks to Dante warning you beforehand that you might feel pain and that he stays calm, acting as an anchor while you settle from the sting.

He will stop. Not pulling out or pushing forward, just sit inside you and coddle you until you are ready. And if you have any questions like “What happened?”, “Am I going to be okay?”, and “Why does it hurt so much?”, he will patiently answer them with little to no jokes as he knows this is probably the most emotionally and physically intense part of a woman losing her virginity.

If at any point you panic and tell him that you want to stop, he will stop but not retreat. He will hold his position for a moment, let you breathe, and then ask how you are feeling. Do you really want to stop, because he will, or are you just anxious? After dating you for a while, he has gotten really damn good at knowing when you are overwhelmed and just need a break.

If you do truly want to stop though, or are generally not enjoying yourself, he will stop. He won't be upset or take it personally. He knows losing your v-card is a lot to handle and sometimes, no matter how sexy and skilled your partner may be, you may just not be into it. He can relate. He will even tell you of some of his sexual misadventures if he thinks it will make you laugh.

Either way, he will want to push aside any negative emotions you are feeling as soon as possible and bring back your smile. And maybe tomorrow you two can talk about what you didn’t like and how to make things better for you in the future.

He finds you and your flustered reactions adorable. He has done this dance quite a few times and some of the sweet intimacy feelings have faded over the years, but seeing you get bashful or excited warms his heart.

And when, if everything goes well, you do cum, Dante just wants to watch you flex, twist, moan, and enjoy your first orgasm.

He isn’t picky about whether he finishes this first time around or not. He will try of course so you can feel the full extent of his desire for you. But if you are completely tuckered out, he can settle without, and maybe even make a joke about it.

As you drift down from your high Dante lays beside you with an at-peace smile, playing with your hair, basking in your happiness.

Once you are down on earth again though he is back to his talkative self. Mostly making jokes and asking if you’re hungry.

“How about we order pizza, turn on some trash TV, and cuddle the night away.”

He does not ask how he did as your clear pleasure was plenty enough for him to know he was treating you well. If you do take the time to praise or thank him though, you’ll get to see a softer version of his proud smile paired with a rare blush as he thanks you in return.

Reboot Dante

It depends if you are a random person he met at a club or his partner.

If you are random and you tell him you have never had sex before, he will want to back out. Not because he finds that gross or a turn-off, it’s more so that he himself regrets how he had his first time and doesn’t want someone else’s to be like this.

Dante probably had his first sexual experience far younger than he should have, like 13-14 yours old, with an older woman, out of a desire to act older than he actually was, his street kid lifestyle, and fuck-authority mindset. As an adult, and as he gains more stable and healthy relationships through Kat and Vergil, he is starting to realize how that negatively affects him.

He does not fully understand how it messed with him, he isn’t emotionally mature enough for that yet, but he does know that he doesn’t really want to ruin someone else’s first time if he can help it.

He can’t really articulate this though, still too attached to some toxic masculine pride traits and the aforementioned lack of emotional maturity, so he will say some things like “You sure? Don’t you want to pop your cherry with someone you love or some shit like that?”

If you are his partner, he will think the same thing but probably won’t say it out loud.

Either way, he is going to have a tough time. He knows he should be slower, gentler, and comforting but that’s not really his style, so he is out of his element.

If he has advance warning, as in you are his partner and told him at some point that you were a virgin, and the time grows close, he will awkwardly go to Kat for advice. And, if he really loved you (and he was a bit drunk), he may just work up the nerve to ask his brother how to be a gentleman for you.

No matter what though, he is kind of awkward about it.

He doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it because that is stupid, cheesy, and would put more pressure on you both to perform well. This helps in the beginning, making it so the lead-up of kisses, gropes, and rubbings are casual and playful.

As soon as you start to grow nervous and hesitant though, the switch is flipped and Dante is not the same. He will do his damnedest to keep up the cool and confident aura on the outside, but the nerves on the inside will leak out eventually.

He spends the whole time flipping between holding himself back, worrying about how he is doing, and agitation. He is so strung up that he honestly cannot really enjoy it, especially not in a sexually satisfying way. But he at least understands that this is not about him or his pleasure.

This first time, and probably the next handful of goes, it is about you. That does not stop him from jerking off later to get it out of his system and to make sure he doesn’t lose control on you.

He does, however, gain some satisfaction if you are able to enjoy yourself. Even if he is not able to be sexually gratified due to preferring rougher sex and not being able to have that with you this first time, to see you cum and be overall pleased by the end makes it worth all the struggle he went through.

On the other hand, if you are dissatisfied or request to stop in the middle, he is upset. He isn’t angry with you, he is angry at himself for fucking up so bad, though he can’t communicate this properly in the moment so it may come off badly.

If things go that wrong, he may just want to split up for the night.

If you are someone he just met that night at a club, he will send you home. He won’t be a total ass and just kick you out. He will at least walk you home or somewhere where you can make the rest of the trip yourself/with friends safely, but he can’t stand the awkwardness and emotions of having you stay the night after that.

If you are his partner, he will suggest that he just leave, even if you are at his place/in his room. You can convince him to stay, though he doesn’t have the heart to simply cuddle after he, as far as he is concerned, ruined things, so you would have to do something else like watch a movie to get your minds off of it.

If applicable, you can try to assure him all you want that he did nothing wrong and it was your own nerves/insecurities, and Dante may say he understands, but it is easy to tell that he 100% blames himself.

This guilt is even worse if your hymen ends up tearing because holly shit. He knows it can happen to some women, but he is not properly educated on this stuff and he has never seen it. To him, a bit of blood, even during sex, was not unheard of and never really bothered him. But if you start to cry, scream, and/or panic, he freaks out. He pulls out of you right away and starts asking what's wrong, even if somewhere in his racing mind he knows what is wrong. You can convince him to continue but he is rattled after that.

Post sex, assuming everything went well, he will be on edge. He is used to long nights of multiple rounds of foreplay and sex, sometimes with multiple people. So, going just one round, which possibly didn’t bring him to orgasm, at least not a fully satisfying one, left him with a lot of pent-up energy.

Depending on how wound up he is, he may try to gently encourage you to keep going by lavishing your neck in kisses, licks, and little bites, and grinding against you. But if you make it clear that you are done, he will back off.

He will cuddle you until you fall asleep, then probably slip off to a shower to finish himself. He will come back though and fall asleep wrapped around you, finding himself oddly satisfied. Not sexually satisfied, nor satisfied in the idea that he got to take a virgin. Instead, it was a satisfaction in making you happy for your first time, something he secretly wishes he was with his own, and you having chosen to share it with him.

Vergil

Vergil is maybe not be the best pick to have your first time with. He is proud, straightforward, and is also lacking in tact. This can make him come off as cold, unsympathetic, or even cruel.

He does care about you and does not want to hurt you, physically or emotionally, but he can’t communicate this well and his usual way of telling people there is no need to worry is by asserting that they are foolish and are wasting their breath on needless indecision.

This is first seen when you let slip that you are a virgin. He blatantly asks why you are telling him this.

“I care for you; you care for me. At some point we may consummate our bond through physical means. What does it matter how much experience either of us have in such things?”

If he were to articulate his thoughts and feelings better, he would further explain that he does not see sex as anything that special or as a requirement in a relationship. It is simply another, more primal and physically gratifying, way to express affection and trust. And to eventually create spawn but that comes further down the line.

He may need to have someone, whether it be you or his brother or even a mutual acquaintance like Lady, explain to him how emotionally taxing it can be for someone to have their first time. He will take note of it and be more conscious of your possibly complicated emotions on this, but his actions won’t really change.

He does not press you for it; he just waits until the moment feels right and then whisks you away to his bedroom.

If you show hesitation, he will push you to make up your mind. Again, he is not intending to make you feel pressured or like he does not care. He wants you to make a decision and follow through with it.

Do you want to stop here? Then say so clearly so you both do not waste time fanning the flames of passion just to snuff them out at their hottest moment and regret it after.

Do you want this now? Do you want him now? Then take him. Don’t concern yourself with the trivial restrictions of human societal limitation or personal doubt on how one of your gender, situation, or age should act. Grab hold of the moment by the reins, charge forward, and take what you both desire.

Vergil is not overly gentle with you, even if it is your first time. What point is there in treating you like you are made of glass when it will not properly prepare you for truly passionate lovemaking?

Besides, considering he has inhuman speed and power, can transform into a demon, and has an innate desire to breed, he is showing restraint.

If you start to panic and ask him to wait, that it’s too much, slow down, or something to that extent he will scoff. He’ll assert that you are fine and that there is no need to worry. Despite his verbal dismissal, he will stop or slow down as you requested and give you space to adjust.

If he does end up tearing your hymen, he is considerate enough to stop for a moment but will soon get back into it. In his mind, if you dwell on the pain it will only make it worse.

Besides, he believes you to be an intelligent woman so you should be well aware of what dangers lie in being penetrated for the first time. If you don’t, well you are more naïve than he thought.

Similarly to before though, despite what he says he will indeed halt his movements if you believe it would be better or you fall into distress. And while you come to terms with the pain, he reassures you of your strength in ways that may seem a bit harsh, but he means it to be motivating.

“This hurdle is nothing you can’t handle.”

“Do not falter at this small inconvenience.”

“This pain you feel is nothing in comparison to what you have conquered before.”

And when you do push past this, his lips quirk up into a proud smile. He does not praise you out loud though. Instead, he rewards you by lavishing attention on one of your multiple sensitive spots he has already identified and memorized for later use.

He will finish. It doesn’t matter if it is alongside you or if he has to keep pistoning into you while you tremble and whimper in overstimulation.

He claims that it is the price to pay when you have relations with someone. If either participant is left unsatisfied then it is a failure on both ends, the satisfied being a dishonourable thief and the unsatisfied being too weak to fight for what is owed to them.

Secretly though, Vergil was also quickly getting hooked on the sensation of you clinging to him, inside and out, and so he could not stop himself.

If he senses any dissatisfaction from you, he takes it as a personal insult. He will dive back in, no matter your flustered reaction or lack of energy. His ability to pleasure you shall not be questioned so if it takes an hour of pounding into you or burying his face into your core then so be it. Neither of you will rest until you are completely satisfied or your mind and body are numb from pleasure.

When all is said and done, he is quiet. It may seem like he is unhappy or uninterested, but in reality, his mind and body are still buzzing and he is struggling more than he ever has in his life to relax and focus.

Once he does find some clarity he gets up without a word and lifts you into his arms. He is able to hide how weak his legs are at the moment as he carries you to the bath so you may cleanse yourself and relax your muscles in the hot water.

He has no intention of joining you as he would rather address the inconvenient consequences of lovemaking. Condoms need to be thrown away or packed up. The bed sheets need to be removed and thrown in the wash, and then new ones dug out to replace them. Sleeping attire needed to be gathered.

He explains this to you matter-of-factly. But if you look up at him with those pleading, hopeful, beautiful eyes and ask him to stay, he can’t find it in himself to refuse you.

Reboot Vergil

When you first tell him you are a virgin as he briskly types away at his laptop, he initially responds with the same level of interest as if you just told him your favourite colour. Firstly, he is busy with work, as he always is. Secondly, being around Dante has desensitized Vergil so much that any mention of sex and its many facets would pass through his head like a gentle breeze while he keeps his focus on what he is doing.

It could take minutes, it could take hours, but eventually it will click. It hits Vergil like a truck when he realizes what you, his girlfriend, were trying to insinuate when you told him you were a virgin.

He feels stupid.

He feels excited.

And he feels a rush of pride and superiority at the implication that you want him to take your virginity. Out of all the people you have met before, or would ever meet, it was he who won your heart and would be gifted the treasure of taking your innocence.

He casually and calmly brings up the topic again the next time he sees you just to clarify. And when you do, his heart is sent racing while his mind starts formulating the perfect plan.

Thoughts of you quickly take over his mind. He can still focus on work when he needs to, but if he finds himself stuck with a particularly tedious or uninvolved task, such as watching security footage or waiting for his specially made virus to copy and send him all of the data in a company’s database, his mind wanders. And though his thoughts had occasionally drifted to you before, now that he knows what is to come in your relationship, you are all he can think about. This results in him planning a date for your first time together rather than letting it happen naturally.

He will make an event out of it. You two will spend the whole day together, or longer if he has the free time to whisk you away to a vacation, where he gives you his undivided attention and affection. And at the end of the day, he will take you to a luxury suit he booked both because he wanted to keep the dreamlike feeling of the day going and because he did not want to spoil your first time by having you somewhere dark, cold, and crawling with people demanding his attention like The Order headquarters.

He won't throw you down on the bed the moment you step through the door though, no. He will want to spend some time lounging in the suit with you, maybe drinking a bit, eating, talking, all with soft music playing from somewhere. And sprinkled throughout will be tantalizing touches and eye contact to build anticipation.

You two could be talking on the couch and his hand will slide onto your leg, hold still or give a couple of squeezes until he knows you have noticed, then run up and down your leg. Maybe he’ll pull you into a slow dance where you are either forced to look at one another, faces so close your warm breaths mingle together, or you are pressed together so close that you can feel each other's heartbeats. Or he will simply watch you lovingly, not saying a word, until you notice his lack of response and turn to him. He’ll hold your gaze for an agonizing few seconds, then his smile will twist into a grin, his tongue will peak out to lick at his lips as he looks down at yours, or he will bite his bottom lip while raking his eyes over your body. Then he’ll suddenly return to the conversation like nothing happened while secretly reveling in how frazzled he made you without speaking a word or touching you.

He will give you, through just trying to have a good time and directly offering, alcohol and medication beforehand. Nothing that could impair you, only enough to dull the possible pain. He will respect your decision if you decline, but he will have still bought numbing lubricant.

When it comes to actually doing it, he is more of a sensual lover so he is used to a slower and gentler experience.

He is intent on being in control, as he always wants to be, so he will insist that you don’t have to do anything but lay back and enjoy yourself while he takes care of everything.

For example, he will gracefully peel away your clothes and soon after strip himself for you so that you can both bear yourself to each other without any more barriers. This way he can: feel the trust you have in him, and he can show you that it is well placed; enjoy the slow, tantalizing reveal of your body; and get to feel the boost of pride at how you marvel at his body, which you have not yet seen due to his inclination to wear full pants and his coat or long sleeve shirts.

If you start to fuss for whatever reason he will hush and shush you in that gentle, soothing way. With a hand lightly caressing your face, an expression of mature reassurance, and voice in a soft whisper, he’ll say things like “shh, it's alright. I’ve got you; I won't let anything bad happen to you as long as you are here in my arms” and “hush darling, none of that self-doubt, you are doing perfectly”.

This is also his approach to if your hymen tears. The pain will be less severe due to one, or multiple, of the ways he has numbed you and that area, but he knows there is always a chance that the pain will be too great to fully abolish. So as you cry he will hold you, caress you, and assure you that you are fine. Nothing is wrong, this is natural, and that it will be well worth it. You just have to trust in him and his promise to take care of you.

If you demand to stop or are unsatisfied somehow, he will pointedly ask you what he did wrong. He will keep up a calm, patient, in-control demeanour as he fishes for information and reasons, but on the inside he is furious.

He had worked so hard, done so much research, meticulously guided the experience, and yet you are unhappy? Where did he go wrong? Why is he such a failure to the one woman he truly loves? Of all the ways he could have screwed up in his life, this was the most precious and delicate of moments and by ruining it he may have left a permanent scar in your relationship. It is a guilt and self-anger that will hang over him for years. Perhaps even to the end of his days.

Assuming everything goes perfectly, as he is sure it will, he has a plan for after everything is done. He will whisk you away to a bath, or the private hot tub he made sure came with the suit he booked, and feed you food and drinks to lavish you in luxury.

And he will still do that if you want. But when the moment finally comes and you are snuggled up against his heaving chest, hair tousled, clinging to him, eyes closed in exhaustion, and expression that of a gentle, pleased, and at peace smile… all of his plans and train of thought disappear. All he sees, and all he needs, in this moment is to hold you.

Nero

You being a virgin was both a good and bad thing.

On the positive side, Nero felt honoured that you are considering giving your virginity to him and it makes him more secure in telling you that he will be giving you the same.

The bad part is that neither of you knew what the hell you were doing or how to go about things. And in a town run by an old-fashioned religious group that implored their people to wear hoods and full-length clothes, you can bet that they are not about premarital sex so there were not exactly resources on teaching this sort of thing to people his age. Even Nero’s family (as far as he knew pre-DMC4) couldn’t really help since the only ones left were his brother and sister who had not done anything of the sort themselves.

Thank Sparda they were at least willing to help a little. They were both unsure about the idea, being super committed to their religion. Credo in particular would pull Nero aside and try to dissuade him, but he knew that his little brother was a spitfire who would not listen and did not follow the Order’s morals as closely as he wished he did.

Both Kyrie and Credo, knowing that this was going to happen eventually no matter what, did at least go out of their way to covertly gather materials like condoms, lubricant, and maybe some debaucherous books that had been confiscated by the Order as that was the closest to experience any of them could get.

Nero is impatient in getting to experience this with you. He was a healthy young man and he could not help his urges. He had the self-control to not push you into doing things you were not comfortable with, but that did not mean he didn’t push you a bit.

It wasn’t like he was trying to convince you or badger you into it, it was more so that he got ahead of himself sometimes. It’s just that when he would have you close, he couldn’t help but notice how pretty you were. You fit in his arms so perfectly. You were so warm, so soft, so squeezable.

Often, he wouldn’t even realize what he was doing.

“What? Oh, sorry. My bad.” He says with a flustered look as he yanks his hand back after you pull away from the kiss to tell him he was grabbing your butt in a public park.

These urges would not stop when you left. Though he would never tell you, out of embarrassment and a sense of guilt for doing it, but he masturbated to thoughts of you regularly. It began before you two even started dating and were in the bashful flirting stage. He didn’t even mean for it to happen the first few times. He tried to keep you out of his thoughts in those moments out of respect but when he was lost in the moment, his mind foggy and his mental filter was down, while searching his mind for thoughts that could energize him to chase that finish line you inevitable popped up, and that’s often what got him. And this habit only increased the closer you two got and the more he had to wait to have you.

When the moment finally came, you two got to have the house to yourselves for the night and you were giving those signs, Nero was almost too excited. His heart was beating faster than normal and his hands were a bit clammy the whole time in anticipation.

He does his best to act confident and in control, as is his usual MO, but you can occasionally catch slipups where he fumbles and curses a bit under his breath. His excitement also gets the better of him sometimes where he suddenly and unconsciously goes a bit faster or a bit rougher than maybe he should. He will stop and slow down if you ask, but it will definitely happen a few times. He can’t help it, he is just so happy, so excited, and you feel so damn good.

There is a good chance that he will tear your hymen in all of his excitement.

Nero is a bit lost in the sensation of finally feeling you surround him that he does not fully register you’re discomfort until you start telling him to stop.

“Fuck. What is it?” Nero grumbles as he feels you trying to push him away. His shallow thrusts stutter to a stop and he fights to hold his position, a primal part of him demanding that he keep grinding into you.

“It hurts.” The moment you say that Nero pops up onto outstretched arms.

“What?” When he sees the distress in your expression and pulls out enough to see blood coming from you, he starts to panic. “Holy shit, what happened? Are you okay? Fuck, shit, wait.”

His panicking causes you to panic which makes him more panicked and this spirals. He pulls out fully and tries to assure you that “I can fix this, just relax”, but that’s an impossibility at this point. He does not understand what is happening or how to deal with it. He races to grab you a towel and maybe pain medication? A hot water bottle? What does he do?

In the end, he calls Kyrie for help. She doesn’t really know much more than you two about sex but she is able to stay calm and relax you two enough to talk about things and maybe call a doctor. She will even take the bullet and call the doctor herself claiming she is the one who tried to have sex just to save you the embarrassment if you can’t bring yourself to do it.

In short, it is an absolute mess and makes things awkward between you two for a bit. He will avoid getting too touchy or intimate with you for a little bit out of guilt. You can even catch him mumbling apologies at seemingly random times because he thinks back to what he did and feels the need to.

When you two do finally have a proper, satisfying experience, whether it be after getting over the first mishap or if the first time went well because your hymen was already open enough for him, Nero feels a sense of giddiness.

He was not used to this post-coital bliss, instead often having post-nut clarity and maybe feeling a bit bad about it, so it kind of catches him off guard. He curls around you and nuzzles into your hair with a pleased smile. He peppers you with occasional kisses, tells you how good it felt, and asks you if you liked it too.

He is awash with renewed energy and can't seem to settle down. He will need something to calm down like a bath, food, music, or even a little game. And the whole time he can’t keep his hands off of you. Not so much for sexual reasons, though there was a tiny bit of that, but just out of the need to be close in this moment and show you affection.

And when you two do finally fall asleep, you are unable to escape his vine like embrace until the next morning.

V can, and will, play the long game with you. That is to say, he will spend weeks, possibly months, preparing you for the main course.

When you tell him you are a virgin and hint, through words or actions, that you are considering having your first time with him, his plan is set into motion.

He has no intention of simply waiting for the right time and then trying to take you all the way in one go. Instead, he builds up to it over multiple days.

He will start with kissing you a bit longer than the usual pecks or goodnight kisses you are used to. Once you get comfortable with that, will move to the next step.

He won't simply release you after a kiss, instead encouraging you to give him 1, 2, or however many you are willing to, more. As you pull away, he will chase your lips or gently pull you back to him by cupping your cheek or threading his fingers through your hair to hold your head. Once you are receptive to that he will proceed to the next step.

As you two kiss, or even just hold each other with the right mood set, V’s usually stationary hands start to wander. At first, he’ll avoid your more private areas and stick to rubbing your back, shoulders, and arms. Then he will start caressing them. Then he will move to more sensitive areas, like your legs, hips, and neck. Then, he will start gliding his hand over your rear, chest, and lower stomach just above the most sacred of areas. He may even try to hold his hand there if you will let him. He won't grope and grab, just hold and maybe caress those spots to let you grow comfortable with him touching you there. And once you are comfortable with that, he will take things further.

So on and so forth. And between every attempt and step, there is a break of hours, a day, or more.

He knows that committing to something like making love for the first time can be overwhelming with all of the new experiences, sensations, and emotions that come with it. So, instead of compressing all of it into an evening, he will separate these to make the ascension into full-blown passion as unjarring and natural as possible.

Even when you two do get into a bed and start touching under your clothes, V still takes things agonizingly slowly.

The first time you cum because of him had you sitting in his lap with your clothes still on and his hands down your pants. With one arm supporting your back to keep you in a semi-laying position while he held you up, and his face pressed into your hair, so you are not embarrassed by his staring and he can whisper into your ear, he pleasures you with just his hand, showering you with praise and offering reminders.

“You feel wonderful my dear.”

“You are so beautiful.”

“You are doing so well.”

“Please don’t hold your breath, let yourself breath and allow me the pleasure of listening to your sweet voice.”

“Move, flex, twitch, cry out, close your eyes, do whatever it is you desire. I will be here with you no matter what to take care of you. To guide you. To love you.”

“Focus on my fingers and how they glide betwixt your flower petals, how they spread your slick until it coats you completely, how they circle your bud, how they slide in easily as if they were made to bring you to ecstasy.”

He will get you to finish like this, held on his lap and in his arms, without pushing you to reveal your body to him. And this is where the sexual escapade will end for the night. V can see that you are tired out by this first sexual interaction, whether you see it as losing your virginity or not, and he simply wants to enjoy caring for you and soaking up the warmth radiating from you in your afterglow.

What’s that? You’ve noticed that V is still hard and did not actually cum? “Do not worry yourself over such things my songbird.” He assures you as he lays you down on the bed and begins stroking your hair. “Though I truly appreciate your attention to me despite you being the star of this moment, I must confess that not even reaching a physical climax can outmatch the pleasure I feel in seeing your ecstasy, so there is no need for you to overexert yourself on me when you have already satisfied my heart and soul.”

This also continues for a while, where he will bring you to completion through his hands, mouth, or some other means without asking for anything in return. Though, if you ask him if you can touch him, he will gladly welcome it. But your pleasure is paramount and whether he reaches his own orgasm or not is irrelevant.

It goes without saying that if, at any stage, you ask for things to slow down or stop, V will without hesitation. However, one slightly negative effect is that he tends to take even things like “slow down” and “wait” as hard stops, pulling away and ending the moment there. You may have to stop him from just giving up right away. He finds it unexpected but endearing and arousing when you ask him to continue.

When he does, finally, go all the way, things are just as slow, sensual, and focused on your experience as everything leading up to this.

Having your hymen torn by V is extremely unlikely considering how carefully he had trained and molded your body for this moment. But, hypothetically, if this were to happen he would be frustrated.

He does not blame it on you in the slightest, nor does he show any sort of negative emotion outwardly. He pulls out and showers you in affirmations and comfort in any way he can with a gentle, sympathetic smile. On the inside though he is fuming.

He had been so careful, worked so hard to avoid this, and done everything he could to prepare you. And yet now his precious songbird was in pain and there was nothing he could do except offer moral support and maybe offer pain medication or natural pain relief like a bath.

He will insist you stop here for today and will take a few steps back in his plan to ease you back into trying that again.

After the eventual successful try, V is in a state of bliss as he enjoys the fruit of his labor. To experience the most intimate of connections with the one he loves and have you lay in his arms feeling satisfied, safe, and secure after giving him something so precious was a joyous moment he would carry with him for the rest of his life.

#devil may cry x reader #devil may cry imagine #dante x reader #nero x reader #v x reader #vergil x reader #reboot dante x reader #reboot vergil x reader #v (dmc) x reader

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niqhtlord01 · 8 days

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Humans are weird: The one who returns

(A continuation of: Humans are weird: They sing going to war)

Though my comrades laughed I continued the human tradition, and to my relief I was rewarded by what gods of theirs were listening.

On my first drop after I started to sing an anti-air shell punctured straight through my dropship. It tore a hole the size of my torso through the hull, reducing the squad mate who had been sitting their laughing at me into a red mist, and then out through the other side before detonating. The craft rocked and lurched but it held together long enough for us to reach the surface.

In my first battle I was pinned down in the ruins of a structure trading fire with a squad of enemy soldiers on the opposite street. We’d been stuck in that firefight for almost an hour trading fire; neither side daring to race across the dead land between us. I had just ducked back to slap in a fresh clip when a shredder grenade was flung through the window and landed at my feet. I had seen what they could due and knew my time had come as there was no chance for me to escape the room before it detonated. Yet as I kept my voice strong in song a stray blaster bolt struck the ceiling above me loosening a chunk of masonry. The piece came loose and fell directly on to the grenade causing the ground beneath it to crumble and continue falling into the floor below before it detonated leaving me unharmed.

What truly astounded me though is when my squad was assigned to capture a metal recycling facility on the outskirts of the city. Reports had identified the complex as a rallying point for scattered enemy squads looking to regroup so we were sent in to neutralize the threat. We arrived in good order and began investigating the factory when the machinery suddenly came to life. A metallic sheering blade the size of my body swung at me from the gloom and would have nearly chopped my head off had I not noticed the red glow it began to emit as it powered up. My comrades were not as lucky and three of them were cleaved like bloody paper. From above I saw the operator of the machinery at what had once been a foreman control post and let loose a barrage of blaster fire. He fell quickly enough and in the confusion of battle between the enemy forces now flooding onto the facility floor I made my way up to the control post. It took a minute to unravel the nature of the controls but in short order I had redirected our would-be machine adversaries to turn on their former compatriots. The facility was ours within the hour with myself once more remaining the only one untouched from harm.

As my squad began shuffling off to wait for a medvac I found myself drawn to the machinery. The giant blades now stood silent and powered down and I ran a hand against them. Even powered off they were sharper than anything I had ever come across and when on had so easily cut through armor meant to deflect raw energy discharges. I’m not sure if it was from the shellshock of battle or from my recent time spent with the human warriors, but I felt something calling to me from the blade. It took some time to dismantle but by the time the medvac transport arrived I had freed it from its housing and dragged in onboard. If my squad had anything to say about it those that could still speak kept their own council.

Back in orbit I dragged the metallic blade to the human’s section of the ship. I had found myself in their company more and more when time permitted between deployments. Their talk of ancient gods and wards of protection were what interested me at first, but they were but the first steps into the depth of my fascination of their culture. I showed them the giant blade and told them of how it had slain my comrades. Some of them spoke how it reminded them of the blade of Surtr which heralded Ragnarök, while others insisted that it was more akin Skofnung, a king’s blade imbued with the spirts of his most loyal warriors.

The debate went on from friendly disagreements into an open brawl between the opposing factions, but their engineers remained focused on the material itself and asked what I wished to do with it. I had heard many of the legends of the humans by now and knew many of them carried great weapons, so I wished them to fashion me one from this blade as well. They were hesitant at first as the work alone would be immense and they had other duties to attend to, so I offered them whatever material of the giant blade would be theirs to do with as they pleased. With such an offer made their eyes went wide and they barely had time to agree to the terms as they snatched the giant factory tool and carried it off between the still brawling throngs.

Three days passed and I heard nothing from them. My next deployment was on the fourth and just before I was to embark on the transport the engineers came before me. With great glee they presented me with my new weapon.

Now a fraction of its former size, the blade could easily be wielded with one of my hands. I took several swings of it and I could feel the very air itself around it buzzing as it sliced through it. To add to the moment the human engineers directed my attention to a bright red button on the hilt of the weapon. No sooner had I pressed it did the blade coursing with power. A soft orange glow began to emit from the blade as it once more became as powerful as the first time I saw it in the facility. As if to emphasize its keenness they had me hold the blade up then swung one of their own rifles at it like a club. The blade sliced through the body of the rifle and it fell to the floor with a loud clutter.

Impressed by their work I nodded my thanks and joined my comrades on the dropship. It would be the last time anyone on the ship would call me by my name. When I returned I would be known by other names but the one that most stuck was Ne’ya Ruel, which in my people’s tongue translated to “The one who Returns”

#humans are weird #humans are insane #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #scifi #story #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #space vikings

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newtabfics · 1 year

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No title for this cuz brain go brr. Have some Astarion being a bottom and getting the kisses he deserves from Tav.

My Tav is a wood-elf ranger that is just too sweet and caring for her own good and gets in trouble a lot. (Working up the balls to comm art for her lmao)

She smiled as she played with his hair. Astarion was snuggled deeply into the blankets of his tent. The night air soothed those around them. At Tav's request, they kept quiet and managed to not wake the others, somehow, with their lovemaking.

Astarion smiled at the notion: Lovemaking.

She had said it so innocently that his heart melted.

In this tent, they had the privacy to love each other as they saw fit, as long as they were quiet.

As her fingers danced around his ears, he found his lips curling up into a smile as he looked to her. "Are you looking for another round?" He teased. "You're insatiable."

"Quit," She chuckled, pinching his ear gently. He winced, smiling still. She hummed, studying the scars on his back. "You trust me, don't you?"

"With my life," He sighed helplessly then blinked when she moved to straddle his back. "Darling, what are you plotting?"

Astarion's breath hitched as he gripped the sheets when a soft kiss pressed against the back of his neck. "Darling–Oh."

Her tongue met the flesh of his scar, her lips following. Her mouth mapped out the surface of his scars, sending a jolt through his body that had him squirming. Her hands rubbed tenderly at his sides as she hummed.

"You know, could take a potion sometime to…change my body a bit," She muttered, kissing lovingly over his flesh.

Astarion bit his lip as he tried to repress the moans that escaped with each kiss. It was like his nerves were lit alive as her tongue and lips carefully worked over each scar.

"Oh shit," He whimpered.

Tav hummed as his body writhed, sliding her hands around to his front. She smiled when he adjusted his hands, giving her the ability to caress his chest as she continued to kiss and lick each scar slowly.

It was as though she were memorizing each scar. She hummed as she found a spot of unmarred skin and bit gently.

Astarion shuddered as his skin twitched, pressing himself into her hands. "Darling," He groaned, shuddering as her hands moved.

One hand on his chest, almost cradling his thudding heart. The other trailing down, down…down until she gripped him.

"Tav!" He gasped as she began to stroke him slowly.

"Shh," She cooed gently, kissing the scars lovingly. "Doing so good for me, My Star. You're so cute when you're like this."

He whimpered out a pathetic, "Not cute," before a whine escaped. Her thumb rubbed over the swollen head of his cock as she continued to pump him slowly.

Astarion whimpered and bit his lip, trying to hold in the moans as her lips moved up to his neck. His hips thrust into her hand, desperate for that release as she picked up the pace.

"My Star," She hummed. Her lips trailed up to his ear as he felt her breasts against his back. "Come for me."

The vampire had to bite into the pillow to muffle his grunting moan as his cock twitched. His load shot out onto the blankets. His body twitched and shuddered before finally collapsing into the bedding. His eyes fluttered as he panted, twitching as her hands carefully pulled away.

She smiled when those dark red eyes slowly looked to her, his teeth finally releasing the pillow.

Astarion blinked when she covered her mouth to suppress her laugh. "What?" He asked softly, still dazed from the quick orgasm. She pointed to the pillow.

Two puncture holes where he'd bitten.

His cheeks tinged as she giggled before he smirked. "Oh, now don't be coy. That's your fault you know."

"What? What'd I do?" She chuckled innocently.

His arms snapped around her, playfully nipping at her neck and making her squeak as he did. He couldn't help his giddy smile as he pulled her close.

#astarion x tav #astarion bg3 #astarion smut #bottom astarion #soft smut #baldurs gate 3 astarion #bg3 smut #drabble

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romaevelizz · 6 months

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Thinkin bout you ˖ ࣪⊹

A. AZUMANE x blk!fem!reader ˖ ࣪⊹

Sum: Asahi never realized how in love he was till that moment, maybe commitment wasn’t as scary as everyone made it out to be..

Warnings: long-fic, cursing, suggestive(barely), fluff, blk! Coded reader(everyone is welcome ofc!), mentions of piercings and the reader being a foreigner! Not proofread!

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

The new year had started, He wasn’t expecting much of the new year. He didn’t want much to happen he just wanted to get it over with, keep quite and to himself wouldn’t be that hard. Yet when she sat next to him he couldn’t help but look over, his eyes meeting hers. Asahi felt his heart stop as she offered him a warm smile. That’s all it took, a smile that was genuinely kind.

With that small interaction Asahi continued to steal glances over to her, he took in her appearance very carefully. How the Sun from window made her dark tone glow, how her face rested with mean look to it, that on her lower lip and nose she had punctured holes for pearcings he guessed, how her curls were quite long for their texture. He hated how her eyes would meet his as if she knew he was staring, he hoped every time she caught his eye she didn’t think of him as a creep. But that he was simply admiring her.

And he would continue to for the ongoing week before she even said something. Sitting in her seat she turned her body twords him leaning against the desk, Asahi tensing up when she just stared. “ Considering how much I’ve been catching you staring you haven’t introduced yourself.” She hummed her right leg crossing over her left one.

His face went red “ Huh- no! I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable!” He panicked.

He watched as she smiled lightly “Hey, you’re alright!” She laughed softly. “I’m L/n Y/n, transferred from Nekoma.”

That’s how it started, they became close quite fast. Conversation with her came easy and never felt forced. He found out a lot about her. That she grew up in the states lived in Japan for the past eight years. Her hobbies, favorite foods and drinks, her favorite color, about her family, that she was a manager for Nekomas Vollyball team before moving. That caught his attention especially after he rejoined the team.

While walking to the gym he asked her why not, worse she could say is no.. to be honest he’d probably cry if she said no. “If you’re not doing any clubs we’re looking for another manager..” he spoke softly.

She looked up at him a brow raised “O-Only if you want to!” He laughed nervously. What was he thinking right of course she wouldn’t it was stupid to ask. He covered his face with his hands groaning.

She noticed his internal panic “Ahh, hey don’t panic just yet I didn’t even answer you!” She laughed jumping in front of him.

Asahi felt her hand grab his wrist lightly pulling them from his face. A smile displayed on her pretty features her head tilted to the side lightly, “I’ll come take a look! I mean why not got nothing better to do.” She laughed, god did her laugh make his heart flutter.

So they walked to the gym together, as soon as she stepped into the gym she was crowded by the two chaotic seconded year’s and their first year follower. Asahi panicked trying to get the out of her face but failed, yet she didn’t look panicked only laughed as they asked her questions and complemented her.

“HEY!”

The three boys crowding her turning towards the voice quickly. “How about you move away from the poor girl and let her breathe she just walked into the gym for Christ sake.” Daichi spoke

“How about you introduce us to your pretty Friend, Asahi-San.” Sugawara spoke his hand falling on to his shoulder.

Her eyes met with his, to be fair everyone’s eyes were on him. “Well, umm, this is L/n Y/n. She’s coming in to looking at being a manager hopefully.” He stuttered.

“Hopefully?” Daichi asked.

“He mentioned it to me, so I said I’d come in. I was a manager before, I’m new.” She spoke laughing nervously.

Needless to say she did become a manager, which Asahi was over the moon about yet so nervous about. She got to watch him every practice now every game.

Weeks had gone by and things had been going great she was now a manager of the team, she got along great with everyone she was a very lively person and everyone liked that. Asahi had fallen hard, and his teammates could tell. Of course Daichi and Suga pushed him to ask her to have lunch with him a bit more often, walk her home and even flat out ask her out. But Asahi always said No, that what if she doesn’t see him that way or he simply couldn’t.

It gave the two third years a headache because of how obvious his feelings were towards her and that she very much reciprocated them. How she would simply boost his confidence when he was feeling down or asked him to help her with small things how she always had her foucus on him. Even Kiyoko had spoke up but the ace always denied it.

Soon enough the Summer training camp had come up. A six hour bus ride, and she just so happened to ask to sit with him. He couldn’t say no, he didn’t want to say no anyway. So they sat together the two talking back and forth, sat in silence even but when he felt her weight on him he froze. Like a deer in headlights he froze up, staying as still as he could stealing glances here and there. Taking in her appearance and new hairstyle, she had mentioned to him that she was getting it done but couldn’t decide if she wanted to get beads or not that maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea that it could be noisy that she needed a second opinion. Yet Asahi thought her points were valid all she had to do was show him a picture of her with her hair done like that once before, “you should get them.” So she did, little did he know multiple of her friends gave different opinions ever her mom she took asahis and got them, pinks, clear, and even reddish tones.

“If you keep staring you might start drooling Asahi-San.” A voice behind him spoke, the short second year teasing his ace.

Asahi had soon fallen asleep his head resting on top of hers, in the picture his friend showed him Asahis hand rested on her thigh as her arm wrapped itself around him they were comfortable both of their mouth wide open. To be fair that his how he woke up, obviously apologizing for touching her, “Asahi, hun, i literally drooled on your arm if anything I’m sorry.” She laughed. The simple nick name though she call many ‘Hun’ or ‘Babes’ it still ringed through his ears.

“I still can’t believe that happened.” He covered his face as his friends shoved a phone in his face with said picture.

“I couldn’t help it! You both look so cute!” Suga teased.

Asahi pushed his friend causing him to fall over.

“Kiyoko I DROOLED ON HIM!” She cried.

Kiyoko only laughed, “You both looked.. comfortable.” She smiled.

“Fake!”

“Plus this picture of you I couldn’t help myself.” Kiyoko laughed.

Later that evening she couldn’t find him, she wondered is she scared him of or if his friends had said something. She continued looking around even asked Daichi only to hear he didn’t even come in for dinner. So taking it upon herself she made him a plate going if to find him eventually finding him sitting on some stairs.

“Asahi?” She called out.

Asahi had excused himself from the group to collect himself, more to get away from his friends teasing. He watched as she offered the plate out to him “I heard you didn’t make it to dinner.”

How could he forget? “Thank you..” he smiled softly taking the plat form her their hands touching.

Maybe it was the way she seemed to be the nervous one, how when she sat next to him she played with her fingers picking at the nail polish on her nails. She was nervous, he could tell by her body language she had something to say but just couldn’t say it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry if me falling asleep on you on the bus made you uncomfortable, I just really hope I’m not coming of to strongly- and I- oh my god.” She stuttered.

“I like you. A lot, if I haven’t made it obvious haha..” she laughed nervously her eyes avoiding his as she made that confession.

Then the silence came back, for moments, Asahis eyes didn’t leave her frame. “I’m sorry! Im not really good with confessions..” her voice shaky as she stood up. “I get it if you don’t feel the same I really hope didn’t ruin our friendship, because I do really enjoy your company.” She smiled awkwardly, she sounded as if she was gonna cry.

He was about to let her walk away, the girl he’s been smitten about for months was about to walk away after confessing her feelings. “I like you too.” He muttered.

Putting his plate down he stood up “I like you to Y/n.” He spoke loudly, his body bowing down. “I’m sorry I was a wuss who couldn’t confess first, because I really do like you a lot!” He confessed.

He stayed like that for a moment, soon he felt her hand touch his shoulder. His body moving up as her hand traveled down to his bicep. “And please believe me when I say you’ve never made me uncomfortable..” he whispered.

He watched her take a deep breath, and nod tears welling up in her eyes “H-Hey don’t cry I’m sorry!” He panicked pulling her closer, his large hands holding her face up whipping away the stray tears.

“I’m sorry I’m a crybaby sometimes.” She laughed.

The feeling of her arms wrapping around his torso made everything better. How his own arms wrapped around her frame his head resting on top of hers. With her he was safe, with her he was confident and nobody could break that wall she build for him.

As the months went by Asahi had never been happier, all the dates, her support. The support he gave her, the happiness he brought her, that small things the had for one another. Asahi could imagine leaving her behind and he wouldn’t, he wanted them to be forever maybe it was because she was his first love, his first kiss.

His first. The way her lips fitted with his how she tasted of bubble gum and strawberries, his hands learned to touch her so tenderly and rough touch her in the ways her breath got caught in her throat. How his name fell from her lips so effortlessly, she was his. That the way he had her under him was only for him, the goosebumps that formed on her stomach as he kissed down her body. She was his.

The way her hand never left his as the walked through the markets day or night. The way she smelled intoxicated him, how her smile and laugh continued to make his heart flutter.

He remembers the moment he feel in love with you, the first time he let I love you, a word that meant so many things. Three words that meant so much commitment, three words that meant everything. Right before the Mach with Shiratoriazawa. The way you spoke to him as your wrap his fingers just like any other match, how you praised him, building his confidence, “I’m so fucking proud of you, and I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else because I want nothing more to be here with you.” She spoke her eyes never leaving his her words filled with so much love her body close to his.

“I love you.” He whispered, letting his forehead touch hers.

“I love you too, you’re gonna kill it right..” she said a smile on her face.

“I’m gonna kill it.”

He did just that, that final point being set. His body moved quickly towards her his body running twords her picking her up in a hug. Her legs wrapping around his waist, as she hugged him back. This was the first time they kissed in public. Yet with happiness like that there’s also the loses, the last match the played in the Spring tournament. Her holding him tears in his eyes his hand tugging on her jacket. That would be the last time he play Vollyball with them his friends, god and he tried so hard for them. For you.

“‘Sahi, my love you did so good.” She cried with him.

“My love you were amazing, you are amazing. I cant thank you enough for letting me get to know you to know you, to know your friends to let me into your heart.” She spoke holding his face.

“Thank you for loving me.” A sick sob left his throat.

“I will always love you.”

Maybe I’ll make a little series out of this fic! Hope you liked it please let me know is you want to see more!! xx

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x you #asahi x reader #asahi azumane #asahi #hq asahi #hq Asahi azumane #azumane asahi #asahi azumane x reader #Asahi imagine

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divinelolita · 7 months

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2010 TOM KAULITZ X M! READER: CAR SEX

nsfw content below cut, dont like don't read

"Shhh, baby, stay quiet. You don't wanna get caught do you?"

Tom asked you with a raspy voice, his pierced eyebrow raised as he pushed you to the door, your hands pressed against the (thankfully) dimmed windows. You winced gently, the cold temperature making a shiver run your your spine.

You tried to focus on Tom's instructions, steadying your breathing as he rubbed his hands down your thighs, need and lust taking over your body as you let out a soft whimper. His hands were cold and calloused from playing the guitar. You sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers traced your ass, startled as his fingertips teasingly dipping into the crevice. Oh fuck, fuck..

"Oh..." You let out a breathy moan, your hips grinding as you tried to receive more friction, get him in you- anything to help your throbbing member reach your high. You looked into the window, the faint reflection of Tom's smirk showing up as he slowly slipped his fingers into you, spitting on them so the process would be less painful.

You were so fucking hard right now you really wouldn't have cared either way.

You let out a loud gasp followed by a moan, your hips jerking up and your thighs shaking slightly. He had barley pushed in and you were so worked up, your hole clenching harshly on his fingers. He left a small slap on your thigh, making you hiss out and unclench for a second. With that moment he was able to push in another inch, almost knuckles deep into you.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" He asked, his voice calm but firm, his fingertips gently tapping onto your prostate. Oh, he was cruel.

Your whole body jerked, your lips parting as you let out whimpers and whines, biting your lip harshly to try to muffle your noises. Tom licked his own lips, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, spitting on his fingers again so they could move more freely.

His fingers slowly picked up pace, going faster as he scissored you, stretching you out. You let out little gasps, but other than that you stayed quiet. Tom smiled as you followed his orders, rewarding you with faster thrusts to see how far he could push you.

With each thrust in he would curl his fingers, making you see stars and moan loudly, which earned you another slap; this time on your ass. "C'mon, gorgeous. You were doing so good for me, I know you can be quiet.." He whispered into your ear, puncturing each word with a thrust into you making you whimper out, shaking against the door.

You whined softly, you really were trying! You bit your lip harder in an attempt to be quiet, trying to focus on the pleasure. He suddenly rammed his fingers right into your prostate, making you let out a choked cry followed by a whimper.

This time, however, he didn't try to shut you up, instead chuckling deeply as his eyes darkened with lust and continuing his pace. His fingertips scratched and banged into your sensitive spot over and over, making tears flow your vision and gasps escape your lips.

"Oh I'm gonna- I'm..oh my god.." You whined out, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you clenched and unclenched on his fingers, the pleasure almost overbearing. He cooed gently, slipping his fingers out of you when he felt your body tense up, feeling your prostate gently throb at his touch.

You let out a whine of need and confusion as he pulled his fingers out with a soft pop, wanting to cry as you had been denied. He shook his head even though you couldn't see, a smug look on his face.

"Not yet. You need to follow orders..maybe I need to teach you better, huh?" he hummed deeply, fingers running down your spine making you shudder. You heard a belt click, followed by the sound of clothes being taken off. Your body twitched in anticipation, your cock painfully hard.

Tom would surely be the death of you.

#yayyy i did it #now back to not posting for a month #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x male reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x male reader #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x reader

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astralnymphh · 10 months

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im scared cus this is my first req buttttt.. ellie fucking u w a breeding strap but keep stopping to watch the fake cum ooze out and make her dirty comments 🫣

+bonus ugh it would be so hot if she made u suck it first then gave u a facial!!! or she gets carried away n it gets ALL OVER u (and in u lollll) like back thighs face UGH I NEED TO BE STOPPED

apologies for taking FOREVER but omg ELLIE GIVING YOU A FACIAL. lemme expand on this. MDNI. 𐙚

𐙚 ellie gives you a facial

"yeah–ha? too big for you?" she cooed in that conceited tone, the one she curls and swirls whensoever you can't take her in sheer size, hence now. a tone that ensues to badger you, inflame you, to thrust your throat faster. you bob your head, like all hell you bob with might– shaking fingertips pressing gently into her soft, pliable butt, inching her in further. her silicone cock, it's veiny shaft scrapes in tiny grooves along your gullet walls, puncturing the very depths with a brazen cockhead so feckly– you gag. a series of 'uuaghhs' and 'bhhhmms' that buzz like a bee on her dick ellie could only hope to phantom feel. cold, webby spit is all your taste buds could swill, a bland taste in frothy soaks. her cockhead presses against your inner–most gullet wall– uvula if you want terms, the bulbous mass getting you to gag once more, akin to thrusts and thrusts hence. you spit, detaching your pouty wet buds, "guuhh–ah, ack!" and tightropes of beady sap–like consistency leashes from your lips to your throat, laying like strings of spaghetti over the plush of your bottom lip. ellie giggles with smuggish pique, cooing at you more, "hehe– fuck babe, makin' me wanna fuck your pretty mouth.. ohh~" her brows pinch in rumination of that appealing enigma, to fuck your throat. you raise, throat clearing roughly, "I've been sucking it for minutes now, is it not go–" she cuts you off, large palm swinging around your head to tangle knuckles to knots in your locks, "scuse' me, m'not finished yet–" she slams your caving mouth over her cock, sheathing it wholly, "–that's why." she replies with wit staining that voice. goddess damn it. pump, pump, pump– the more your hair tousled, the harsher her pumps glide. those dauntingly sexy hips you cradle in two measly grasps fuck into your slobbering gob like there's no tomorrow. wetness amalgamates in bubbly drops in the pit of your lap, sweat cakes on your tense forehead, and your gags remain punted back by the force of her cocktip seeking a gushy release in harsh strokes. moans echo, they rattle your skull, flowing much like grunts of bestial nature– grizzling out of her lungs. "unhhh– yeahhh baby, take me in there, take me in– mghhh." it's ruthless, yet ruthlessly hot, not a big feat for ellie though– she has no qualms when it comes to being effortlessly hot. one tightly drawn squeal with grit, and she's cumming– everywhere. no use paying a cell of your mind to focus on the rivers of clear cum that trickle from her engorged pussy lips, because inversely, her stinging grip tugs your head off and slinks over to grab taut hold on her girth, oozing out all that delectable– pearly white serum all over your face. it saults beyond your brow ridge, groups of globs beelining for your chin. snail trails of sticky glue emissions paint you like an abstract canvas, dripping with strings onto your chest and your belly– and your thighs. ergo, everywhere. ellie continues to aim her cock in patterns, purposefully smothering you with her gloopy release– cause fuuck was it lewd to see you glossed like a glazed donut. a stifled, "cummin' all over that pretty face, yeah– take that." gusts through the tight gaps of her teeth, living as the only sound to overrun the squelching of her sleek bulging out of that cocks' tiny little hole. a final bead purls from the hole, diving straight for the tip of your nose. her grasp given, she loosens up, slinking a curved finger over to smear any leftover cum over her cock's size. giggling like a dork, in rasp, "oh god," fakely gasped, "she cum all over you? shit babe–" you scowl in feign at her, pursing brows, "you clearly intended to do that." you snap, to which she replies dumbly, muttering, "mh– noo, just lose control of 'er, fuckin' hot though right?" her thumb presses a dent in the rubbery thickness, slapping the cock down on your coiling lips. you giggle, "really fucking hot." with intentional foxiness pitching your words, thereafter flattening your tongue out for her to slap on– which she does, bouncing her pretty cock on your pretty tongue. ౨ৎ

ellie definitely enjoys this, too much.

will orbly write a fucking u w a breeding strap another day lol. gotta finish this fic!!

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xstarsdiary · 1 year

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𝐓 𝐇 𝐑 𝐄 𝐄 𝐒 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄 ༄

.;. 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 .𝟏𝟗

| @pandoraslxna kinktober 2023 |

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : threesome, f x f x m, pet names, pussy eating (r receiving), light spanking, oral, (m & f receiving), squirting, cum eating.. just a bunch of wild shit.

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : Jake x Neytiri x fem reader.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : already had this in my drafts before kinktober lol, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢

Just imagine being sandwiched between Jake and Neytiri, muffled moans leaving your stuffed mouth as you gag and drool all over Jake’s cock, Neytiri’s tongue lapping at your soaked cunt before she roughly sucks on your aching clit, one of her hands moving to place a hard smack to your already spanked ass.

Your hands are tightly gripping Jakes hips as your knees rest on the forest’s floor, your legs wobbly and shaky as Neytiri continues her attack on your clit.

It’s not long before you begin to feel jakes cock twitch in your mouth as you move to suck his tip, one of your hands now jerking the base of his dick as the grip his hands have on your hair tightens.

Jake could feel his climax building up, his dick continuing to twitch in your hands as you continue to suck and lick his sensitive tip. “F-fuckkk..” He was on the verge of pure ecstasy and what really threw him over the edge was the way you moaned loudly against his tip, sending vibrations though his entire cock before ropes of cum spurted in your mouth.

You immediately moved to stick your tongue out as his white seed dripped out of your mouth and down your chin, a few drops landing on your perky tits as you let out a sweet mewl, your brows furrowing as your pussy gets worshipped by your other lover.

Jake watches to make sure you swallow whatever was caught in your mouth as you stick your tongue out once again, showing him that you did swallow before he slightly smirks, “good girl.”

It takes jake a few more seconds to calm down from his high before he moves to kneel in front of you, your hands and knees on the floor as Neytiri continues to eat you from the back, one of her fingers poking at your entrance before she pushes it in, hoping to bring you closer to your second orgasm of the night.

Your head tilts up to face Jake as his lips meet yours in a sweet, lust filled kiss. Your lips part as you let out another sweet moan, allowing jakes tongue to slip into your mouth as he slightly tastes his own seed in your mouth

The kiss breaks as you let out a loud groan, feeling another one of Neytiri’s fingers enter you as she begins to curl them- hitting that spongey spot inside of your pussy that makes you go absolutely feral.

Jake begins to coo sweet words into your ear as he holds your chin up with his hand, watching your face scrunch up in pleasure as his other mate continues to lap at your folds and suck on your throbbing clit.

You begin to feel your stomach tighten, one of your canines puncturing your bottom lip as you bite down, trying to stifle your moans until Jake speaks up, “don’t hold back, nihona eveng, let me hear those pretty little moans of yours..”

You give in to Jake’s request as soon as Neytiri pumps her fingers in out of your dripping hole faster, every now and then curling her fingers as she continues to suck on the most sensitive part of your cunt.

“Nghh~” Tears begin to brim in your eyes as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm. Your eyes are still trained on Jakes as his hand continues to hold your chin up, his thumb wiping away the tears which leave your eyes. Another smack was heard as Neytiri used her free hand to spank your already red and sore ass, causing you to wince at the pleasurable sting.

“Haah- don’t stop!” Your back arches as that knot inside of you tightens even more, seconds away from snapping. Your hips instinctively push backwards as your hands now rest on jakes thighs, your nails scratching his blue skin as you cry out.

Suddenly your seeing stars, your eyes going cloudy as tears of pleasure continue to stream down your cheeks. “Shit.. shitshit-shi- fuck!” You feel your own juices trickle down your legs as neytiri laps up whatever she can, her fingers still pumping inside of you as she forces more of your sweet liquids to squirt out of you.

“Too much.. too much!” Your knees buckle beneath you as Neytiri finally pulls her fingers out of you, leaving a line of your sticky arousal between your throbbing hole and her fingers before she slowly brings her two digits to her mouth, sucking them as she lets out a small moan.

Your breathing is heavy as you lightly whimper, your heels now against your plump, red and sore ass as you kneel between your two lovers. Your eyes are half lidded as you turn your head to kiss the beautiful woman behind you, Jake immediately moving to leave pretty bruises along your neck and tits.

Neytiri’s lips leave yours as she lets out a soft laugh, watching as your lust filled eyes continue to stare at her and your thighs squeeze together to cause more friction to your somehow still needy cunt. Jakes head lifts up to watch Neytiri as she speaks, one of his hands now needing your right breast and his fingers twisting your hard nipple.

“Look at how fucked out our mate is Jake, and yet it seems she still wants more..” She gestures to your thighs which as still squeezed and rubbing together as Jake lets out a deep laugh…

“I guess it’s my turn to toy with your pretty pussy isn’t it?”

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b1mbodoll · 1 year

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idk if vamp!enha thoughts are still open (if not, just ignore this <3) but if they are...

vamp!wonnie has been your boyfriend for a while now. he doesn't know how to tell you his little secret so he warms you up to it by introducing biting in and out of the bedroom (he tells you they're love bites !!!). but as time goes on he gets really desperate n decides to manipulate you so you don't run away!! meaning he tells you outright and BEGS for your blood SO dramatically,, like he would die without it. you're kinda iffy about it but he's been waiting for so long that he just sinks his little fangs into your neck and drinks from you without your permission. it makes you a bit drowsy and he loves the view,, taking advantage of how limp you are by pushing your panties aside and just rutting into you on his blood-high. and when you eventually come back to your senses, he lies to you n tells you you asked him to bite you. you obviously believe it because he's just soso good with his words and it becomes a regular thing. the next time the two of you have sex, he goes down on you beforehand n nips your clit while telling you how sweet you taste...

(sorry i think i went a little crazy here but vamp!hoon and vamp!won do things to me)

p.s. ilysm and i hope you have the bestest day ever baby!!

🧵

pairings: yang jungwon x f! reader

warnings: noncon + blood + biting + monsterfucking + oral + masochism

💌: oh my baby thjs is… so very…yeah 😵‍💫 AGHHH I CANT STOP THINKING AB HIM GOING DOWN ON U AND PRESSING LITTLE BITES TO UR CUNT LEAVE ME ALONEEEEE DEMON DEMON UR A DEMON WITCH!!!!!!!!!! (affectionate)

it’s not that jungwon doesn’t trust you, it’s that he doesn’t trust himself to not take advantage of you after he tells you about his vampirism. knows he’ll come to you whenever he wants, as often as he wants for just a lil taste n knows you’ll gladly comply cus he’s ur sweet lil wonie n you dont want him goin’ hungry :(

before outright telling you he decides to try out biting in the bedroom. presses mouthy kisses to the expanse of your neck n licks the tiny little holes his fangs leave behind, too afraid to full on bite you bc he doesnt know if he’ll be able to control himself. he’s already itching for more as the small drops of blood collect on his tongue.

“‘m sorry princess, ‘m so fuckin’ sorry” is the last thing you hear, jungwon too wound up to stop himself from biting down hard n he drinks your blood til it smears on his chin and stains his teeth.

the opportunity is too good to pass up and he doesnt even bother taking your panties off before he slips his cock inside as he continues to feed from you, moaning deeply and sucking hard, his teeth puncturing so deep inside it makes more and more blood gush out.

jungwon’s sure he accidentally drank too much but when you wake up ditzy and begging for him to do it again he smiles before making his way between your thighs.

“knew you’d like the pain, feels good doesn’t it angel?” his words are slightly muffled as he licks over ur panty covered pussy, dampening the soft material with drool and your own juices.

his venom makes you desperate for more and has you pushing his head into your cunt forcefully, his long n sharp fangs accidentally grazing your vulva and shredding your panties.

once the blood hits his tongue jungwon just gives in to his instincts. shoves you into the bed as he sloppily makes out with your bare pussy and bites along your thighs every now and then. the poor vamp can’t bring himself to part with your wet hole n ends up catching your clit between his lips, fangs poking and prodding at your sensitive nub which makes you cum instantly, mind hazy and body sore as the pain from each and every bite begins to make itself known.

#ps i love u more my sweet baby #♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot #♡.sweetheart: 🧵#enhypen #yang jungwon #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #yang jungwon x reader #yang jungwon smut #💌.monsterfucking #💌.blood #💌.biting #💌.oral #💌.noncon #💌.masochism

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yrluvjane · 2 years

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| ʜᴇʀ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ɢʟᴏᴡ |

[Harry Potter x fem!reader] [Warning: most annoying ending ever.]

"I never promised Hermione anything, I mean, all right, I was going to go to Slughorn's Christmas party with her, but she never said . . . just as friends . . . I'm a free agent. . . ." Harry mocked Ron voice as he sat with Y/n in the back of the library, filling her on the Ron's latest speech about his freedom. "That book please." Said Y/n mindlessly pointing towards a heavy-paged blue book titled Transfiguration of sentient beings.

"We're taking this in two weeks! Why in Merlin's name are you doing it now?" He asked flipping through the book but shut when he saw an entire 13-paged chapter on transfiguration of garden animals. "I like to be ready, and Hermione isn't being any better really."

"He's at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes, I really couldn't care less." Said Y/n making a face which Harry believed had to be Hermione's. She raised her quill and dotted an i so ferociously that she punctured a hole in her parchment.

"You should really start studying." Said Y/n without looking up. He bent a little lower over Advanced Potion-Making and continued to make notes on Everlasting Elixirs, occasionally pausing to decipher the Prince's useful additions to Libatius Borage's text.

"And incidentally," said Y/n, after a quite a while, "you need to be careful."

"For the last time," said Harry, speaking in a slightly hoarse whisper after three-quarters of an hour of silence, "I am not giving back this book, I've learned more from the Half-Blood Prince than Snape or Slughorn have taught me in - and I thought you were on my side -"

"I'm not talking about your stupid so-called Prince," said Y/n, giving his book a nasty look as though it had been rude to her. "I'm talking about earlier. I went into the girls' bathroom just before I came in here and there were about a dozen girls in there, including that Romilda Vane, trying to decide how to slip you a love potion. They're all hoping they're going to get you to take them to Slughorn's party, and they all seem to have bought Fred and George's love potions, which I'm afraid to say probably work -"

"Why didn't you tell on them then?" demanded Harry. "They didn't have the potions with them in the bathroom," said Y/n scornfully. "They were just discussing tactics. As I doubt whether even the Half-Blood Prince" - she gave the book a suspicious look - "could dream up an antidote for a dozen different love potions at once, I'd just invite someone to go with you, that'll stop all the others thinking they've still got a chance. It's tomorrow night, they're getting desperate."

"There isn't anyone I want to invite," mumbled Harry, who was still trying not to think about how Y/n would certainly go with Hinderson, a Ravenclaw prefect, any more than he could help, despite the fact that she kept cropping up in his dreams in ways that made him devoutly thankful that she could not perform Legilimency.

"Well, just be careful what you drink, because Romilda Vane looked like she meant business," said Y/n grimly. She hitched up the long roll of parchment on which she was writing her Transfiguration essay and continued to scratch away with her quill. Harry watched her with his mind a long way away. "Hang on a moment," he said slowly. "I thought Filch had banned anything bought at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?"

"And when has anyone ever paid attention to what Filch has banned?" asked Y/n, still concentrating on her essay. "But I thought all the owls were being searched. So how come these girls are able to bring love potions into school?"

"Fred and George send them disguised as perfumes and cough potions," said Y/n. "It's part of their Owl Order Service. A Hufflepuff kept showing it off in the common room."

"Yeah, well, never mind that," said Harry quickly. "The point is, Filch is being fooled, isn't he? These girls are getting stuff into the school disguised as something else! So why couldn't Malfoy have brought the necklace into the school - ?"

"Oh, Harry . . . not that again . . ."

"Come on, why not?" demanded Harry.

"Look," sighed Y/n, "Secrecy Sensors detect jinxes, curses, and concealment charms, don't they? They're used to find Dark Magic and Dark objects. They'd have picked up a powerful curse, like the one on that necklace, within seconds. But something that's just been put in the wrong bottle wouldn't register - and anyway, love potions aren't Dark or dangerous -"

"You broke into a gate that was bewitched by Dumbledore!" Whisper-shouted Harry as Y/n hit him with a parchment roll on the head before shushing him. "And if I didn't, you would've been dead due to frostbite." Said Y/n with a glare and slamming her book shut signaling this discussion is over.

True to her words, Romilda Vane had cornered him the moment he had climbed through the portrait hole. "Hi, Harry!" said Romilda, "Fancy a gillywater?" He could imagine Y/n giving him a "what-did-I-tell-you?" look over her shoulder. "No thanks," said Harry quickly supressing a snort. "I don't like it much."

"Well, take these anyway," said Romilda, thrusting a box into his hands. "Chocolate Cauldrons, they've got firewhisky in them. My gran sent them to me, but I don't like them."

"Oh - right - thanks a lot," said Harry, who could not think what else to say. "Er - I'm just going over here with . . ." He hurried off, his voice tailing away feebly.

When he arrived in the entrance hall at eight o'clock that night, he found an unusually large number of girls lurking there, all of whom seemed to be staring at him resentfully as he approached Luna. She was wearing a set of spangled silver robes that were attracting a certain amount of giggles from the onlookers, but otherwise she looked quite nice.

Harry was glad, in any case, that she had left off her radish earrings, her butterbeer cork necklace, and her Spectrespecs. "Hi," he said. "Shall we get going then?" "Oh yes," she said happily. "Where is the party?" "Slughorn's office," said Harry, leading her up the marble staircase away from all the staring and muttering. "Did you hear, there's supposed to be a vampire coming?" "Rufus Scrimgeour?" asked Luna.

"I - what?" said Harry, disconcerted. "You mean the Minister of Magic?" "Yes, he's a vampire," said Luna matter-of-factly. "Father wrote a very long article about it when Scrimgeour first took over from Cornelius Fudge, but he was forced not to publish by somebody from the Ministry. Obviously, they didn't want the truth to get out!" Harry, who thought it most unlikely that Rufus Scrimgeour was a vampire, but who was used to Luna repeating her father's bizarre views as though they were fact, did not reply.

Whether it had been built that way, or because he had used magical trickery to make it so, Slughorn's office was much larger than the usual teacher's study. The ceiling and walls had been draped with emerald, crimson, and gold hangings, so that it looked as though they were all inside a vast tent. The room was crowded and stuffy and bathed in the red light cast by an ornate golden lamp dangling from the center of the ceiling in which real fairies were fluttering, each a brilliant speck of light.

"Harry, I'd like you to meet Eldred Worple, an old student of mine, author of Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires - and, of course, his friend Sanguini." Worple, who was a small, stout, bespectacled man, grabbed Harry's hand and shook it enthusiastically; the vampire Sanguini, who was tall and emaciated with dark shadows under his eyes, merely nodded. He looked rather bored.

A gaggle of girls was standing close to him, looking curious and excited. "Harry Potter, I am simply delighted!" said Worple, peering shortsightedly up into Harry's face. "I was saying to Professor Slughorn only the other day, 'Where is the biography of Harry Potter for which we have all been waiting?' " "Er," said Harry, "were you?" "Just as modest as Horace described!" said Worple.

"Here, have a pasty," said Worple, seizing one from a passing elf and stuffing it into Sanguini's hand before turning his attention back to Harry. "My dear boy, the gold you could make, you have no idea -"

"I'm definitely not interested," said Harry firmly, "and I've just seen a friend of mine, sorry."

He pulled Luna after him into the crowd; he had indeed just seen a long mane of brown hair disappear between what looked like two members of the Weird Sisters. "Hermione! Hermione!"

"Harry! There you are, thank goodness! Hi, Luna!"

"What's happened to you?" asked Harry, for Hermione looked distinctly disheveled, rather as though she had just fought her way out of a thicket of Devil's Snare. "Oh, I've just escaped - I mean, I've just left Cormac," she said.

"Under the mistletoe," she added in explanation, as Harry continued to look questioningly at her. "Serves you right for coming with him," he told her severely. "I thought he'd annoy Ron most," said Hermione dispassionately.

"I debated for a while about Zacharias Smith, but I thought, on the whole -"

"You considered Smith?" said Harry, revolted. "Yes, I did, and I'm starting to wish I'd chosen him, McLaggen makes Grawp look a gentleman. Let's go this way, we'll be able to see him coming, he's so tall. . ."

The three of them made their way over to the other side of the room, scooping up goblets of mead on the way, "Who are we hiding from?" whispered a voice from behind them as Hermione shreiked.

"Y/n! Oh thank merlin!" Said Hermione placing her hand on her chest as if she just had a heart attack. Y/n chuckled, "Sorry?"

She looked beautiful.

Harry's breath hitched and caught in his throat as he raked her up and down with his eyes. She was dressed in a stunning, glittering gold dress that pushed off her shoulders and slitted up her thighs leaving others imaginations go wild, especially Harry's.

She had her hair tied up in a low bun, decorated with pearls. Her gold heels reflected the light. Her middle finger had a gorgeous wildly sparkling gem on but what caught Harry's eyes wasn't the expensive rock.

It was the large bruise forming on her knuckles, staining her skin with blueish purple marks.

Harry's hand immediately grabbed hers in worry, his mind racing with what could have caused it.

"Y/n! What happened?!" He asked, the monster crawling inside him was both in rage and worry. It was as if it wanted to climb out and tear everyone apart and push Y/n behind it, protecting her.

"Oh, it's nothing." She said as she pulled back her hand a dismissively waved it.

"Y/n punched one of Williams friend's in the face after he said something bad about you, Ron and Hermione." Luna said in her dream-like voice as if she was retelling a story.

"What?!"

"Why?"

Both Harry and Hermione asked at the same time though Harry felt the monster calm down and he had to hide the grin that was about to litter his face.

She defended him. She had punched someone for him.

Well technically she punched someone for you, Ron and 'Mione ... A voice in his said but he pushed it away. Harry felt special.

"He just said something unacceptable." She replied just as Luna interupted

"He said Harry is bias and an attention seeking freak, Hermione was disgusting for dating Weasley, Krum and Cormac and that Ron was a patheticly poor excuse of a wizard." Luna said expressionless as Y/n tried to send her 'Cut it' signals with her hand but the Ravenclaw ignored her.

"Y/n then punched his face in front of the Ravenclaw common room, breaking his nose. Then she told William she couldn't date someone who had friends that shamelessly talked in such vulgar ways and she'd rather date a Slytherin. And made sure to remind us that Hermione here is the smartest in our year, Ron saved every single throw at the match and Harry was more braver and selfless than all of us combined. That's why he isn't here, he was escorted to the infirmary."

Hermione seemed both shocked and grateful as she lunged herself at the Hufflepuff and started muttering nonsense of how she shouldn't have done that and how she'd get in trouble and how she's grateful for her words.

Harry on the other hand was a grinning freak inside. She thought he was brave. He felt the urge to giggle and held it in. Sure he was pissed off with what Hinderson's friend had to say but she stood up for him ( them ) but who cares.

She said he was braver and selfless then all of them combined. But before he could let the butterflies in his stomach get the best of him, he needed to make sure.

"So you and Hinderson are over?" He asked as Y/n nodded. "Did I go to far?" She guilty asked her friend but Harry answered and answered too fast.

"No!" He had shouted gathering some of the surrounding people's attention causing the three girls to look at him either in shock or curiosity. Hermione squinted her eyes at him and raised her brow.

He felt his face flush as he stumbled for words. "Sometimes they're just not meant to be." Grimcing as he remembered his epic failure of a date with Cho last year.

"Yea, so? I don't have a date and Hermione is hiding from her date. . . May I have this dance, Miss Granger?" Y/n asked in a deep posh accent that made Hermione giggle and blush.

"No, yo-" Hermione began but squealed when Y/n pushed her onto the dance floor. Y/n placed a hand on Hermione's waist and grabbed her other hand in hers as Hermione placed her hand on Y/n's shoulder, laughing as the latter lead them across the dance floor in quick, funny strides.

"You like her." Luna's voice came.

"Yea, I do." He said. He's face morphed into a soft lazy smile as he watched the Hufflepuff twirl them in circles making Hermione laugh as she tried to slow the badger down.

"I'm sorry Luna, I didn't mean to ruin your night." He said but the blonde waved her hand and smiled at him warmly.

"Your my friend Harry, I'm happy if your happy." She said, Harry stared at her with a friendly smile before bowing down slightly and placing his hand out.

"Miss Lovegood, may have your hand for this dance?" He asked as the Ravenclaw smiled before pulling a chuckling Harry onto the dance floor.

An hour later, Harry sat with his drink on a couch alone while Luna spoke with a friend on the other side of the room. He looked around staring at the dancing figures as they twirled and swayed under the light.

His eyes caught Y/n' figure. It wasn't that hard, she was glittering like a disco ball, her sweet laugh filling the room, making Harry smile.

He watched her dress flow every time she twirled.

How the strand, that fell from her elegant hairdo, swayed every time she laughed, throwing her head back.

He watched how she tapped her, done white nails, on the glass of her drink, into a rhythmical sound.

He watched how she twirled Hermione and complemented her in a deep voice mimicking a man, making the bushy-haired girl swat her arm playfully and covered her mouth as she laughed.

He sat mesmerised by the ethereal beauty that filled his mind, painting his every nerve and cell in a glowing haze.

His thought we're cut off when he felt the couch dip next to him. Hermione had just flopped down next to him, out of breath sporting a happy smile.

"Oh, I don't think I've ever danced so much. Should've gone to the Yule ball with her, boy can she keep going." Hermione said as she turned and faced her friend, who was staring at the said girl.

"Go, go ask her to dance!" Hermione encouraged as Harry shook his head bringing his glass to his lips.

"C'mon Harry, you can go dance with her and grow this relationship into something more or you can spend the rest of your life regretting it for being a coward." Hermione said as Harry kept quiet for a moment, downing the rest of his drink.

Hermione was about say something else when Harry jumped up and placed his empty glass on a passing tray. "You're right, 'Mione." He said.

He walked over to where Y/n was speaking to Zabini, his chest tightened at the sight wanting nothing more than to hex the Slytherin into the next century.

As Harry aproached them, he caught Zabini's eye, who looked at him in disgust before saying a few words to the Hufflepuff and leaving.

"Hey." Harry said softly as Y/n made a surprised sound before chuckling and facing him with a tired smile.

"Hey, well don't you look ravishing?" She teased as Harry felt a shiver run down his spine, the words making more problems then it should.

He swallowed before putting on a similar tone. "Isn't that my line?"

"You wish, Potter. We both know I'm much more of a gentleman." She said. Harry's eyes locked on her lips as she raised her glass and drank it.

"Dance with me." He said abruptly. She raised her brow and put down the now empty glass at a nearby table.

"Are you asking or demanding, Mr. Potter?"

"Will you give me the honour and pleasure of having this dance with you?" He asked putting his hand out, every fiber in his body begging for her to say yes.

"The pleasure is all mine." She said as she slipped her hand into his.

He slid them to the middle of the room as he placed a hand on her waist and held her other hand in his.

"You look gorgeous." He said filled with seriousness. He watched as she blushed, chuckled, looked down then up again at him.

"I'm not the one who's got the eye of everyone in the room." She said.

"You're mistaken, you're the most beautiful one here. They're blind if they think otherwise." He said, he felt her grip on his shoulder tighten.

"Didn't know your the charmer type, Harry."

Harry.

The sound of his name on her lips made his heart beat like never before. He let go of her waist and twirled her around, bringing her closer to him.

Her hand rested on his chest as his slipped slightly lower than it was before. "Maybe there are things about me you've yet to see." He whispered.

"Maybe there is." She mumbled as she drummed her pointer finger against his chest. Harry pulled her out before twirling her out and pulling her in, wrapping his arms around her waist as her back flushed with his chest.

"Harry." She whispered as he twirled her out. There it was again, his name. His clothes felt to tight. The air felt too hot.

When she came back this time her hand was on the side of his neck wrapping around it as she brushed his jaw with her thumb. He's hand dropped to her hips, brushing his thumb up and down.

"Y/n." He whispered so softly he barely heard it. It came out as a warning, as he shut his eyes.

She was close, too close.

"Yes?" She asked as she ran her hand down his shoulder and to his chest, the hand that held hers tightened it's grip.

"Yo-" He was about to say something when the perfect moment was cut off by Hermione's shouting.

"Get off me!" She shouted, both and almost everyone in the room faced the commotion.

Both Harry and Y/n rushed over, apart of both their minds annoyed and slightly pissed off.

"You don't have to make a scene. Let's just dance." Cormac said.

"I said I don't want to." Hermione said as she stepped back from him. Y/n stepped in front of her pushing her back, behind her.

"This is none of your business, L/n. C'mon Hermione, if it was anyone else they'd beg for me to dance with them let alone date them."

"Shove off, Cormac. Hermione values those with brains and character." Y/n said as Cormac scoffed, pushed Y/n and reached to grab Hermione's wrist.

Harry was already on his way to punch the bastard when, Hermione raised her fist and punched right in the jaw.

Before anything else could happened, Y/n kneed him where the sun doesn't shine.

"Nice form, 'Mione." Y/n praised as people turned their heads to see Cormac rolling on the floor. Hermione on the other hand stared at her fist as if it punched Cormac with it's own mind.

"Next time she says 'No' you get the hint and piss off," Y/n commented as she kicked him with her heel. People began to rush over and crowd the boy.

"Y/n!" Hermione yelled horrified.

"I've got detention anyway, may as well stretch it to it's limits." She joked just as she got pulled by Professor Slughorn. Harry stared at Cormac with undisguised disgust before grabbing Hermione and rushing her out after saying goodbye to Luna and Y/n.

That night, Harry stayed wondering at all the possibilities that could've happened if Cormac wasn't being a pain, which made the Potter hate the boy even more.

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