#this h how i’m spending my valentine’s day

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[stevie-petey]

oh, you didn't know?

“I was told there’d be cookies.” Dustin interrupted, flashing Steve another smug grin that made the teen want to shove him into a snowbank.  “Yeah, for her.” Steve pointed at you. “Not for you.”

Summary: steve is pathetically in love with you and for some reason the universe hates him and continues to pray on his downfall. typical.

Rating: general, some swearing

Warnings: swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n

Words: 1.6k

Before you swing in: happy valentines day my loves <333 youre all my valentines, i didnt make the rules. anyways, pls enjoy this cute cheesy fic. dont ask how i thought of this: i simply do not know. however, its pathetic!loverboy!steve and i think we ALL deserve that today smh.

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Steve has never had the best timing. 

When he first manned up to ask you out, it had coincidentally been the same day your childhood dog died. 

There he had been, flowers in hand and a proud smile on his face when he knocked on your front door, completely taken aback when you answered with tears streaming down your face. 

Immediately, Steve’s smile had dropped and he quickly pulled you close to inspect for any injuries or pain. “Y/N? What happened, is everything okay?”

“My dog died.” You wailed, even more tears spilling over. 

“Oh my god–”

“He… He didn’t suffer. He was old and–” You had sniffed, looking so small and frail in your heartbreak, before spotting the flowers in Steve’s hand. You gasped. “H–How did you know?”

Steve had been confused for a moment, but when he followed your gaze to the flowers that were originally meant to be “please be my girlfriend” flowers, his heart dropped. 

Well fuck. 

“Yes…” He cleared his throat. “I, uh. Had a hunch?”

You threw your arms around Steve, the flowers then crushed between you two, but he hadn't paid any attention to them as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. After a few seconds, you placed your lips by his ear and whispered, “You’re the sweetest.”

The sincerity in your voice had made Steve want to vomit. 

He hadn’t had a hunch that your childhood dog would die that day, but what else was he supposed to say? Hey, sorry your dog died, do you want to kiss now? Absolutely not. 

Steve is many things, and oftentimes he is an idiot, but he isn’t that much of an idiot.

So, instead of asking you to be his girlfriend, Steve had instead spent the next three hours at your house as he consoled you and watched your favorite movie to cheer you up. While it hadn’t been his ideal outcome, Steve had still been happy to simply spend time with you. Besides, you had needed him at that moment, so of course Steve was right there by your side. 

Life moved on, a few weeks passed, and eventually Steve decided to try again. 

You had no more animals to possibly lose, Christmas was approaching, and Steve was determined that this time he’d be able to ask you out. 

After buying you some chocolate and planning a fort building night on Christmas Eve, Steve had been sure that the night would go perfectly. There was a beautiful rose pendant bracelet sitting atop of his dresser in his room, wrapped and ready for you to open. 

Steve’s plan was foolproof. 

Build a fort, watch a cheesy Christmas movie, bake some cookies and drink hot chocolate, and then boom: Steve would ask you to be his girlfriend. 

However, Steve really should’ve known better. 

His parents had left that day and he had spent the entire time cleaning the house and preparing all the snacks before your arrival. At six on the dot, his doorbell rang and Steve eagerly ran over to answer the door. 

There, standing on his front doorstep, had been you with a smug looking Dustin Henderson.

“What’s the kid doing here?” Steve had asked, all his hope now coming crashing down upon him. 

You winced. “I know we made plans, I’m so sorry, but his mom asked me to babysit him and she offered me the rest of the money I need for your Christmas gift and–”

“I was told there’d be cookies.” Dustin interrupted, flashing Steve another smug grin that made the teen want to shove him into a snowbank. 

“Yeah, for her.” Steve pointed at you. “Not for you.”

“Stevie, I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” You groaned at him, and Steve knew you hated disappointing him. “Can we please just come inside? It’s cold and I was really excited for the fort.”

There are many times when Steve wonders just how he manages to get himself into obscure situations. That night, when he had Dustin Henderson wedged between you and him underneath a super romantic and cute fort that he had spent hours building, had been one of those times where Steve questioned his entire life. 

At that point, Steve was starting to wonder if he’d ever manage to ask you out in the first place. 

A few more weeks passed after that and you were still his best friend and nothing had changed between you two, but now Steve found himself constantly biting his tongue around you. He was so fucking in love with you, he had been for years, but after two failed attempts of confessing his feelings: it was becoming impossible to hold them in. 

Then, late January, your birthday came along. 

This time, Steve was sure that he had it all figured out.

You had wanted to grab some dinner at the local diner you loved, and Steve thought that a small, toned down proposal to date would be perfect. He’d give you your birthday gift (a matching set of earrings for the rose bracelet you now wore every day), he’d order you the strawberry shortcake you adored, and when you weren’t looking, Steve would ask the waitress to write “happy birthday, my love” on the cake. 

Steve was a goddamn romantic genius, honestly. 

Except that isn’t what happened. 

What actually ended up happening was the waitress somehow hearing “my love” as “Milo” and Steve had wanted to bash his fucking skull in. 

“Who’s ‘Milo’?” You had asked once the cake came out, confusion evident on your face. 

Steve, now used to nothing ever working out in his favor, had simply sighed and said, “Who knows, man. Just eat your cake.”

You had giggled, and the sound was enough to cheer Steve up a bit. Sure, it was looking more and more like the world didn’t want you with him, but at least he got to hear your laugh and admire the way your eyes shined whenever you looked at him. 

Now, a few weeks later, it’s Valentine’s Day and Steve is terrified that he will somehow set your house on fire with his horrible luck. 

He has spent the last two months trying to ask you out. Now, on the day of love itself, Steve is almost too terrified to even approach you. At the rate he’s going, if he tries to ask you out again, he’ll end up telling you he hates you or something. 

He’s miserable. 

Which is how he finds himself once again outside your door, except there’s no flowers in his hands, and he knocks. 

You guys haven’t made any plans tonight, but it’s Valentine’s Day and Steve is so in love with you that it hurts. 

The second his knuckles leave the door, you swing the door wide open and jump into his arms. “Stevie!”

Surprised by such an affectionate reaction, Steve almost falls into the bushes in front of your house. “Woah, hey!”

He steadies the two of you and you simply squeeze him tighter and giggle. You’re in an exceptionally good mood, almost too good of a mood, and Steve’s hands are sweating. He hadn’t exactly come here with a game plan in mind. 

“Happy to see me, I take it?” He mumbles into your ear. 

“Duh,” you press a kiss to his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day, why wouldn’t I be excited to see my boyfriend?”

This time, Steve actually does fall into the bush behind him. 

“Oh my god,” you run over and quickly try to help the boy up, but Steve is staring up at the night sky, overcome with pure shock and fear. “Stevie? Steve!”

Steve lays there, motionless as you continue to tug at his jacket. “How long have I been your boyfriend, Y/N?”

At his question, you stop tugging and look at him, confused. “I don’t know, honestly. How long has it been since the fourth of July?”

“The fourth?” Steve sputters. “Y/N, it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m just now finding out you’re my girlfriend?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?”

“No!” Steve finally scrambles out of the bushes and grabs your face with his hands. He feels insane, his hands are shaking a bit as he holds onto you. “When did this happen?”

You scrunch your eyebrows together. “On the fourth. We saw the fireworks, cuddled on the picnic blanket you stole from your mom, you grabbed my hand, and then told me you never wanted this to end. I just… I assumed you meant our relationship?”

Steve blinks. “You… You are the love of my life, Y/N L/N.”

“Well, I’d hope so–” Suddenly Steve’s lips are against yours and he’s kissing you with everything he has within him. All those months of pining after you, all the times he’s failed in asking you to be his, and this entire time you had somehow been his all along. 

God, he is so stupidly in love with you. 

He nips at your bottom lip and you make a sound that’s so soft and sweet in the back of your throat that has Steve’s head spinning. He nips again, revels in the breathy sigh you release against his lips, and Steve’s hand tugs harshly against your waist. 

The kiss is perfect and everything he’s ever dreamed of. 

Then, a thought occurs to Steve. 

“Wait a minute,” he breaks the kiss and your love drunk expression almost makes him groan. He tells himself to focus, even though it’s incredibly difficult to do so. “If we’ve been supposedly dating since July, didn’t you wonder why I hadn’t kissed you yet?”

“Oh, I just thought you were shy.” You shrug, as if it’s no big deal. Then, with a teasing smile, you add, “And I guess I love you too.”

Steve decides, then and there, that you will be the death of him.

And he couldn’t be any happier as he pulls you in again for another bruising kiss. 

Afterall, Steve has about seven months to make up for lost time. 

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[leqonsluv3r]

nsfw alphabet

an: happy valentine’s day my lovelies!! i’m working on the oneshot currently but i thought i could get this out to tide you guys over until then. :,)) but ily all mwah mwah xx have a great day my loves. also imagine whatever leon u want, i just used re4 for aesthetic purposes <33

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A — aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

leon is BIG on aftercare, especially if he was rough with you. he’ll caress your body and make sure your doing okay. he will even sprinkle your face in kisses and tell you how good you did afterwards. he loves making sure you know that he enjoys these moments with you. also cuddles, just know this man needs it after the trauma he has endured.

B — body part (their favorite part of their partners body)

leon loves your lips and your tits, know this man loves every inch of you. but if he had to choose, it would definitely be your lips and your boobs. he’s definitely a boob guy, i just have a feeling.

your favorite part of him, his arms and his back, you love coating it in scratches (and he lets you). and you love how safe you feel when he holds you, not just during sex but all the time.

C — cum (what do they…do with it? or think of it?)

leon loves coming inside of you, manz cannot get enough of it. he loves watching you beg beneath him to fill you up. but if he had to have it his way, he’d cum all over your pretty tits and lick them clean of his spend.

D — dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

leon hates to admit it, but he loves those special times when he’s too exhausted and you just take control in the bedroom. he doesn’t like to admit it, but it gets him hard to think about you being dominant with him.

E — experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

leon is definitely experienced, he uses that to his advantage when he pins you down, bends you over, etc. he knows what he’s doing and he’s not afraid to show you that if your testing his patience.

F — favorite position (do i even have to explain?)

leon loves any position in sex with you, hell, the man is practically addicted to you. he takes you from behind, in missionary, etc. but if he had to pick, it would be when he puts you in a mating press and hits that spot that makes you see stars and makes your pretty face fall into moans and whines. he just loves seeing you fall apart and this position is perfect for that.

G — goofy (are they serious in the moment? or are they more goofy?)

leon is definitely serious at times when he has sex with you. but there are times when he’s kissing you and hears you let out little giggles that make his heart melt and he can’t deny how wide his grin gets. so therefore, he has his silly moments.

H — hair (how well groomed are they?)

leon is definitely groomed. he has hair where it counts; a small patch above his cock, beautiful and trimmed and a happy trail. he doesn’t have hair on his chest but he has some hair on his arms, a beautiful feeling when you run your hands over it. you don’t find it gross, it’s just the right amount of body hair on a man you want. he has some stubble when he doesn’t shave for a few days and when he’s eating you out, it definitely adds pleasure. (he doesn’t shave until afterwards for this reason entirely)

I — intimacy (how are they doing during the moment? the romantic aspect)

when leon first had sex with you, it was something that he took with intimate care. making sure you could take him in his entirety, checking on you and pressing kisses to your neck. he would keep his eyes on you the entire time. he still has moments when you guys have sex, his eyes finding yours and practically melting at the way you fall apart beneath him.

J — jack off (do they masturbate?)

when your not home; out with friends, working, etc. he does jackoff, he fists himself to the thought of you. imagining his hand is your mouth, your hand, or your pussy. he has no qualms, he doesn’t care. not even if you catch him doing it.

K — kinks (how many kinks do they have? what are they?)

leon definitely has a breeding kink, especially if you guys are married. he thinks that if he fucks you enough times, that it’ll finally take and you’ll have his kid. he doesn’t know where this kink came from, but you definitely don’t mind it, if anything it’s one of the many things you like when you have sex with him.

L — location (favorite places to do it)

leon loves fucking you in the bed. on the couch, anywhere really. he will find a spot and fuck you. even when your out in public, he’ll take you to a bathroom with a lock on it and fuck you, let you suck him off or even eat you out like a five course meal. mans has no chill when it comes to you, public sex or not.

O — oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? are they good?)

speaking of man’s eating, he loves giving you head. absolutely adores you. the sounds you make, the way you fist his hair, your eyes squeezed shut and dripping tears of pleasure, your back arched. he loves making you fall apart.

but he also loves receiving it, letting you get on your knees and suck him off, his hand going into your hair and holding you there as you make him fall apart. the way your eyes look up at him, all doe eyes and innocent, makes him cum in your mouth every single time.

P — pace (are they fast and rough? or slow and sensual?)

leon is fast if he wants to be. if you’ve been a brat all day, teasing him, he’ll take you as soon as your in the door. he’s fast and efficient. but there are mornings when his morning wood digs into your back and he just lazily fucks you from behind, slow and steady but still making you fall apart effortlessly.

Q — quickie (do they like quickies? how often if they do?)

leon loves quickies, especially in the morning after you both wake up. before you both have to wake up, and he has his morning wood. he loves to just lazily slip it in from behind you and pound into you from behind until you both fall apart. (goes hand in hand with pace 100%). but if he’s impatient, he’ll bend you over the kitchen table and just fuck you right there. he doesn’t even care if the window in his apartment is open.

R — risk (are they interested in experimenting? if so how far do they go?)

leon is open to experimenting, anything you wanna try/are open to trying. leon definitely wants to try anal with you, knowing you’d be open to it. any of your holes he can fill, he will. definitely is an ass man/tit man equally and wants to do anything with you.

S — stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

leon can definitely last longer then most, he has undeniable stamina. it’s gotten worn down over the years and it’s hard for him not to just cum the moment he enters you. but he definitely has stamina and can last three or four rounds before tapping out. definitely has something to do with all those years of training.

T — toys (do they own toys? if so, for their pleasure or their partners?)

leon didn’t add toys into his sexual encounters until you, he didn’t have the use or the need. he would just use his fist. but with you, he has a couple vibrators, a butt plug and a remote control vibrator. he loves teasing you with it when your being a brat, making you whine and beg for his cock.

U — unfair (do they like to tease? how much?)

leon loves to tease, especially when your being all whiny and desperate. basically clawing and pawing at his clothes like a wild animal. it’s a little ridiculous how much you want him, he’s so keen on teasing you, kissing your neck, biting down and marking the skin. he loves sucking on your tits, hearing your little sounds. it makes him hard as a rock, he does it until your absolutely begging for his cock.

V — volume (how loud are they? what do they sound like?)

leon is absolutely not above making sounds when he fucks, when he snaps his hips into yours. he can’t help but release a groan or a loud noise of some kind. but he’s not as loud as you, your definitely louder then him and he thanks god that his apartment walls are not so thin.

W — wild card (a thing you wouldn’t expect from them? in bed or otherwise)

when leon fucks you, especially from behind, he loves pushing his thumb into your ass (manz loves anal for some unknown reason), and it makes him audibly groan at the sounds you make while he snaps his hips into you. knowing that you love what he’s doing more then he lets on. he also loves fucking in the kitchen??? (again, for some unknown reason).

X — x-ray (what goes on beneath the clothes? what’s beneath the surface?)

beneath the surface leon was a soft six pack, it’s gotten less defined over the years as he’s slowed down a little in his missions. his facial structure definitely changed but he’s still as handsome as he ever was. he has muscle’s from all the running, heavy lifting and missions he goes on. his dick, very different story, he’s very thick and (i like to personally think that) it’s maybe seven or eight inches long, girthy, and does enough to satisfy you.

Y — yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

leon has a decently normal sex drives. but there are times when he feels like he just has to fuck you until he can’t feel his cock anymore. normally it’s about 5 times a week but when he’s really aching for you it’s about 9 times, it gets up there.

Z — zZzZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

if leon’s comfortable and he usually is after he has sex with you, he curls up in your arms, cuddling with you and holding you. he definitely is protective over you considering his job, so he takes these moments in your arms with gratitude. but he drifts off when you do when he knows your safe and content. he considers it an honor to fall asleep in your arms after you guys have sex, a very intimate moment.

[sluttyminghao]

drunk on love - x.mh

♡ pairing: minghao x fem!reader ♡ w.c.: 1.5k ♡ genre: fluff + smut ♡ warnings: alcohol consumption, reader and hao get a little tipsy, car sex, blowjob ♡ summary: You + minghao + wine tasting = chaos and perhaps a surprise proposal, that has you craving him more than ever. ♡ a/n: hoho surprise i've come out of my writing trenches to produce this! happy (very) belated valentines @hoeforhao, it was so fun being your secret valentine! i had so many issues with reception and not being able to post this so i really hope you like it! this fic is part of @svthub valentine collaboration!

“So, where is this winery?”

“It’s somewhere about 50 minutes away from here…I haven't been to this one before,  so I’m excited to see what they have in store, especially since they’ve got a cute little setup for Valentine's Day right now,” Minghao said. His eyes sparkled as he entered the address in the GPS and buckled his seatbelt. You smile at his excitement, buckling your seatbelt and preparing for the drive.

You make small talk with your boyfriend as he drives the long roads, watching as the city lights fade into the distance and are instead replaced with farm animals, houses on big blocks of land and the occasional roadside stall selling flowers, fruits and vegetables.

As you approach the winery, you sit up in your seat excitedly and let your gaze wander over the large fields of grape vines, the large ranch-style home that definitely could've passed as a mansion, and the small crowds of people gathered around wine barrels, sipping on various wines.

Minghao shares your excitement and jumps out of the car quickly after parking in a secluded area of the car park, hidden by trees, and running around to open your door like the gentleman he is. His face gleams with excitement, and he grips your hand tightly as he walks you both up to the iron-clad bars of the winery. 

It didn’t take long for you and Minghao to be seated, and you quickly began testing the various wines they offered you both, as well as snacking on a small charcuterie board with cheeses and processed meats. The sweet and tangy notes danced on your tongue, and within only an hour or two, your head was beginning to feel light and your body feeling like jelly.

With the timing seeming perfect, he decides now to pull out the small, black velvet box from his jeans pocket and get off his chair onto one knee beside you. It takes you a moment to notice his appearance at your side, and that’s when the tears start flowing. He hadn't even opened his mouth to say anything yet, but you were already bending down to kiss him.

“I know you already know what I’m going to say, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Also, I know it’s cheesy to propose on Valentine's Day, but will you marry me?”

You nod and wipe your tears away, not trusting your voice to break or sound like a pre-pubescent teenager. A huge grin erupts on his face, and he quickly stands up to place the ring on your finger before kissing you on the forehead. With the proposal now completed, a waiter brings out another bottle of wine, which seems much more expensive than any of the other wines brought out for you to taste.

But what the hell, you just got engaged. Who cares how expensive it is

Minghao notices how the alcohol is beginning to affect you and opts to take you home to avoid any embarrassing stories that may be told later. He is feeling a slight buzz himself but definitely is better off than you currently are, so he chucks a couple of crisp bills on the table to cover the bill and slings an arm around your waist to get you outside.

“Y-you’re so pretty, Hao,”  you stutter, your fingers tracing his features despite him attempting to walk you back to the car. He can't help but lean into your touch, your warm fingertips sending goosebumps erupting all over his skin, almost making him lose focus.

He manages to get you into the car and get your seatbelt on; all the while, you’re drunkenly slurring about how handsome he is. It makes his heart swell at the words and sight of you, eyes sparkling and cheeks flush from the alcohol, but he knows that he probably is in a similar state. He knows he’s in no condition to drive just yet, so instead, he hops into the driver's seat and blasts the air conditioner to sober himself up a little, hopefully.

What Minghao isn't expecting, however, is a hand to begin sliding up his thigh, squeezing gently in the process. He turns to look at you, confusion slipping onto his features. Your eyes are glazed over, and there’s a slight smirk presenting on your features, which in turn makes his breath catch in his throat, his heart begins to race and his cock twitches.

“Sweetheart, you’re not in your right mind now; what are you doing?” His voice quivers as you slide your hand up further on his thigh, your fingertips ghosting over his quickly hardening erection. Your smirk only grows as you feel his erection twitch and continue to harden with your subtle touches and hear his breathing get increasingly heavy.

“You know what I’m doing, just having some fun! Don’t you want this too?” There’s a slight slur in your voice from the alcohol you’ve consumed, but even with the alcohol in your body making you feel warm, you can feel your panties beginning to stick to you, and the lust overwhelms your body.

“Of course I do-”

“Then let me suck you off, Hao, please?” He groans and lets himself give in to your sultry request, his hands blindly fumbling with the zip on his jeans and hastily pulling them off his hips and halfway down his thighs, his boxers following quickly after, and his cock springing up and slapping against his shirt.

You waste no time bending over the centre console, wrapping a hand around his base, and letting your lips envelop the tip. While it’s not the most straightforward position to suck your boyfriend off in, the noises he’s making make up for all of that, and you focus solely on him. With each bob of your head, his noises get louder and louder until he’s pulling you off him and staring at you adoringly.

“I don’t want to cum in your mouth, baby; I want to cum inside of you…” his voice trails off as he pats his pockets, seemingly looking for something. His brows furrow in frustration as he continues to search but sighs when he gives up a few moments later.

“I thought I had some condoms, but I must've left them at home,” he mutters, his hand stroking your thigh soothingly. Your eyes brighten at his words before you rummage through your bag and pull out some foiled packets. Minghao laughs loudly at the realisation that you’ve brought some condoms for him, picking one up between two fingers to inspect it.

“What about strawberry or chocolate-flavoured condoms instead?” You suggest, a hint of playfulness sparkling in your eyes as Minghao picks up one of the condoms from your outstretched palm. He hurriedly slides the condom down his cock, before proceeding to shuffle awkwardly into the backseat of the car, beckoning you to follow him with a crook of his finger.

“Come sit on my cock, baby; no one's gonna see,” he smirks as you shuffle into the backseat, lifting your skirt so that he has full access to you. He licks his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt hovering above his aching cock, twitching at how warm and wet you’re going to feel around him.

You waste no time sinking onto him, his length stretching you out perfectly. A soft whine escapes you as you let yourself relax onto him, a guttural moan leaving Minghao’s lips at your warm cunt surrounding him. It takes a few moments to adjust to his size, and he grips your hips soothingly until you’re ready.

As soon as you feel comfortable, you begin raising your hips slowly and then rhythmically lowering them. The pace continues for a while, your moans mingling with Minghao’s until he finally reaches up and messily plants his lips onto yours, his tongue intertwining with your own. 

“F-fuck…feels so good,” you whine out, desperately trying to catch your breath and feeling the burn between your thighs from the repetitive bouncing. Minghao grins and places a thumb on your clit, and the way you writhe in his lap and whine even louder with the added stimulation has his cock twitching again, and the pit in his stomach begins to grow warmer and warmer, as does yours.

“Gonna cum, fuck, cum with me, baby,” Minghao rasps out, the grip on your hips tightening significantly, and his hips are starting to have a mind of their own. In an attempt to get him over the line quicker, you grind your hips down and let them do most of the work to bring him over the edge with a loud groan.

Just as soon as he’s cum and is in the state of post-orgasmic bliss, you fall head first into it as well, body seizing as your body gets sent through the orgasmic waves. All you can hear is both yours and Minghao’s heavy breathing intertwining, and you can feel his fingers drawing soothing pictures onto the flesh of your back.

“Should we go back home and get cleaned up?”

“That sounds great; the car is beginning to smell like sex and sweat anyway.”

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

[Tf141 with a reader who sucks at baking but wants to bake them a Valentine’s day dessert]

Happy Valentine’s Day! :D

Let’s celebrate with the boys!

Price

John picked you up directly after work, you wore the dress he loved the most, and the lace and semi-transparent part at your shoulder just enhanced your already overwhelming beauty. He drove to the restaurant he reserved a few weeks ago. exquisite dishes, lit candles, jazz music floating in the background, and you. He couldn’t find a better way to spend Valentine’s Day with the love of the life.

After the dinner, he drove home and led you up with his big hand ingulfing yours, and he smiled the whole time while you rambled about what happened today.

but it was a little weird today, once you stepped into the house, you rushed to take the shower (which He wanted to join but you insisted on showering alone), and urged him to go take a bath when you finished.

He quirked his eyebrow when he sensed something in your behavior, excitement, and slight anxiety, but he set the question aside and listened to you.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes were immediately covered by your hands.

“What are you doing now, love?” A laugh rumbles from his chest.

“Just close your eyes until I say okay.”

John got led by you through the darkness, he assumed he was in the living room now, according to his familiarity with the house, and he opened his eyes when you told him to.

He just let out a little gasp when he saw your figure.

You were dressed in a silver-white nightgown now, the transparent clothes allowed him to see the lingerie you wore under it, and he was dragged to the couch before he was able to recover from the shock yet.

A bottle of wine with two glasses was set on the table, and he found a cake placed beside them.

It's obvious that it wasn’t made by a professional baker, the decorations were oblique a bit, a drop of whipped cream left at the place it shouldn’t be, but he knew it was made by you, and to him, it was much better than every cake he can found in the world.

“I know the cake is kind of... hmm... ugly?” you chuckle nervously “but this is the first time I made food without burning down the whole kitchen, you know I suck at cooking, so I hope you can at least have a bite.”

You were expecting everything, getting refused, embarrassment, awkwardness, but what you didn’t expect was John leaning down, planting a quick but deep kiss on your glossy lips, and the low voice of your lover soothed your anxiety.

“How can I only take a bite of the cake that’s made by my perfect wife? eh?”

You two sat side by side, finishing the whole cake together, which John ate most of it. You leaned into him when the empty plates were left on the table, and you sighed happily.

“Thank you, John, I was so afraid that you wouldn’t like it.” You told him the frank thoughts you had earlier, and you turned to face him when you felt he grazed his hand on your thigh, and the smirk on his face told you, the night was still long.

“How could a man reject his wife’s gift? now just lay down and relax, let me reward my pretty wife, yeah?”

Soap

Johnny came home later than he expected on Valentine's Day, he rushed to the restaurant he ordered the dinner from to celebrate Valentine's Day, and barely arrived in time to pick up the food before it closed. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he took a glimpse at the text he sent you, telling you he would be home later than he told you, which left unread for 30 minutes, and he started to worry if you were angry, or worse — injured.

Swiftly parking his car in the garage, he quickens his pace when climbing up the stairs to your home.

”Bonnie, I’m h-“ He swung open the front door, calling out for you, but he shut his mouth when he saw the scene in front of him.

You were asleep on the couch, he quietly approached you, lips forming a grin when he saw you drooling all over the couch, mouth slightly agape.

You decorated the living room, under the dim light, some candles were lit and stood on the table, and plates and flowers were placed in a tidy and elegant way, his eyes moved, took in the peaceful vibe he craved, and stopped at the cake sitting in the center of the table.

He laughed when he realized the cake was your favorite mascot with a mohawk made of chocolate whipped cream, he noticed many parts of the cake had been fixed and decorated repeatedly, just to make it as perfect as it could.

You stirred awake when you felt kisses on your face, through your blurry vision, you saw Johnny smiling at you.

“Hey, Johnny...” You returned the smile “Do you see the cake?” The pride in your voice was apparent, this was the first time you made a cake that wasn’t too bad, and able to gift it to your lover, even though it took you many hours of researching and practicing.

You waited for his answer with a hazy smile, only to be pulled into a tender kiss. You relish in the affection and warmth radiating from Johnny's body, responding to him by deepening the kiss.

The kiss lasted a minute, and you finally pulled back, just to see his eyes — full of bliss and love for you — meeting yours.

“aye, the best thing I ever get in my life besides ye.”

Gaz

Honestly, Kyle already knew you were preparing something for Valentine's Day. He saw you jump and hide your phone when you sat on the couch, and he approached from your back to ask you about dinner. He saw the utensils badly hiding in your closet when you told him to help you take a t-shirt. Of course, he chose not to mention, because the expecting sparkles and adorable smile you had when you were scrolling through your phone about the secret gift — unaware of the truth he already knew — was too precious.

When he came home on Valentine's Day, he opened the door and called out your name, only to be met by your flustered voices when he walked to the kitchen.

You standing in front of the counter, a pastry bag with a pink color cream in your hand, trying to hide the dessert you were making, but he already saw it.

A cake sat on the counter, it was far from perfect, with a slightly tilted body and not very good-looking handwriting, a “ Happy Valentine's Day Kyle <3” written on the top.

You were embarrassed, you didn't expect to take so long to finish the cake, but Kyle just strolled to your side and kissed off the cream you accidentally smeared on your face.

“This is the best gift ever, baby. Happy Valentine's Day.”

Ghost

For Simon, baking wasn’t a difficult thing. He learned from his mother how to bake cookies and cakes when he was young, but he knew you were extremely bad at baking or cooking, so it was always him doing the work when you two were going to make some sweets, you just stood aside and help him grab the ingredients he needs.

He had noticed the flour became less, and the sugar wasn’t the same amount as the last time he used them, and it always happened when he came back from deployment or a few days of work. He asked you about it, but you just brushed it off and simply went to do other things, everything clicked together when he unintentionally saw your calendar, circling out the date 2/14, and your phone stayed on the tutorial about Valentine’s Day cookies when you fall asleep on the couch while waiting him came home.

When Valentine’s Day finally came, He came back from the base at night, but the burnt smell immediately flooded his nostrils when he opened the front door.

He yelled your name, rushed to the kitchen, and saw you standing there with a plate of burnt cookies in your hand.

“S-Sorry, Simon. I’m just trying to... I...” Embarrassment made your cheeks blush with rosy red, and he noticed the sad tone in your voice, wobbly, and managed not to cry.

He took a piece from the plate and ate it under your surprised gaze.

“Not bad, love.” Simon chuckled and kissed your forehead.

You took a piece and bit too, and he laughed when your face contorted at the bitterness.

“This sucks, Simon.”

He just takes out all the ingredients again and hands them to you.

“Well, let’s make them again, yeah? This time, I'm the helper.”

[vampzity]

𝘼 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚

Pairing: idol! Yeosang x gn!reader

Genre: fluff (PURE FLUFF), one shot, valentines au, pet names (honey, my love, babe), valentine's series, mini idol au

Synopsis: It's Valentine's Day, one of your favorite days of the year. Your boyfriend Yeosang is at the company, practicing with the boys for their upcoming Coachella debut and World Tour. Not to mention he’s been gone for weeks due to the Japanese leg of the tour. Taking advantage of this, you decide to bake him a bunch of cupcakes to surprise him with. However, you aren't necessarily a keen baker just yet ...

Now Playing: Lucky - Crying City

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I thought this would be the cutest idea for Yeosang, as he's a more quiet and closeted member. I hope you guys enjoy! :))

Yunho's Pt. Masterlist San's Pt.

You ran down the stairs in your apron as the oven began to beep relentlessly at you. Signaling that it was time to set its temperature. You hurried over to the batch of cupcakes that were sitting on the island table, patiently waiting to be baked for about 30 minutes.

You pulled the oven open, grabbed both baking pans from the table ,and placed them neatly side by side. You closed the oven and picked up the timer, beginning to set the time until your phone rang from upstairs. You groaned and set the timer down, making your way up the steps of the home. Walking into your room, you grabbed your phone off the charger and picked it up quickly before it hung up.

“Hello?”

“Y/n? Honey, Happy Valentine’s Day..”

Yeosang spoke to you softly, allowing you to feel his love through the phone. You smiled, your face painted pink hearing him call you ‘honey.’

“Happy Valentine’s Day Yeo. I can’t wait for you to come home, if I had to go any longer, I would’ve died.” You let out a small laugh, taking a seat on your shared bed. Yeosang sighed laughing with you, trying hard to hide his agreement with your sentence.

“It’s only been a couple of weeks, my love. You know the deal.”

You groaned, taking off your apron and laying down in the bed, looking up at the ceiling. “I know Yeo, but on Valentine’s Day? Like yea,” You paused for a second holding your left hand in the air to make air quotes. “Fan service, but what about my service?!”

Yeosang chuckled at your words, making you roll your eyes. He knew you were serious, but he often just found it cute when you considered yourself to be his biggest fan. Yes, you were his girlfriend, but in your eyes, you were his biggest supporter. Practically stuck with him through his entire trainee process to now. He went through a lot to get where he was now, both you and Wooyoung had seen it all being that was his best friend.

Overall, he deserved it. You believed Yeosang deserved the number of fans he has, even if you considered yourself number one. He worked hard to get here, they all did and finally, it was paying off.

“Why of course honey, you’ll always be my biggest fan. You know I’m forever grateful for such a thing.”

The young gentleman paused for a second, before continuing to speak again.

“It never goes unnoticed.. nothing does. I promise that.”

You smiled at his reassuring words, feeling content with the amount of love he expressed to you. There was never a moment where he didn’t. Never a moment where he didn’t remind you of how much he adored you and everything that you did for him. He always made sure to reassure you of how grateful he was for you. You were his girl, and he was going to make sure you knew that.

“I’m happy you know that. It’s just so dreadful going this long without you.” You whined like a child in the toy section.

Yeosang let out a small laugh, shaking his head as he began to speak.

“Babe, there’s been plenty of times where we have been away for a while. What’s got you worked up today, hm?”

You paused at his question, pondering for a minute.

“Well, it’s Valentine’s Day Yeo. The first we would ever spend together! I guess it’s my nerves. I’m overwhelmed with what to do, you know?”

You heard his faint hum over the phone, permitting you to speak some more.

“We’ve been together for what, 3 years? Not once have we had this holiday to ourselves. So the one time that we do, it’s just.. I just want everything to go right today. Is that so hard to ask?”

You sighed heavily, feeling an unbearable amount of weight on your shoulders as you continued to be overwhelmed by the topic of conversation.

“It’s okay, my love. I promise you that in the end, it will all turn out okay. Be positive for me, can you do that?”

You let out a small mumble as a response, nodding your head softly. Yeosang raised an eyebrow, knowing that you tend to get quiet when nervous. Even then, he still wanted you to communicate always.

“What was that, honey? Speak up for me.”

You felt your face turn red at his words. You knew how sweet Yeosang could be, but there were times when you couldn’t resist him. He knew exactly what words to say to you, and how to say them. How to use them.

“I said.. okay..” You beamed a light smile as Yeosang responded, soon leaving a bit of silence between you two.

“Well, what are you guys up to? When are you coming home?”

You pouted with the reminder that there was still some time before your beloved boyfriend came home. You dreaded such a long wait, but nothing could suppress the excitement you felt about it. It was the first Valentine’s that you two had ever spent together. The first time where Yeosang wasn’t on ‘idol duty’ as you like to call it. So of course, you were more than static to spend your first Valentine’s together.

“We’re just finishing up practice, honey. I’ll be home soon,” his voice trailed off as a bit of silence was present.

“I want to say.. in 2 hours or less. Okay?”

You hummed in response, being sure not to spoil the surprise that you had waiting for him when he came home. Two hours was more than enough time for you to decorate the cupcakes you made for him once they finished baking.

“Yeosang!! Hurry up!”

You heard a faint yell in the background as the members called for your boyfriend, making you frown at how short your call time was.

“Well don’t keep your members waiting Yeo. The more time you waste the longer you take to come home to me!” You laughed, smiling widely as you imagined Yeosang’s smile on the other side of the phone.

“Ah yeah, I guess I’ll go then. See you later y/n, I love you.”

“I love you too Yeo.”

The phone call ended and you sighed as you put your hands on your chest, feeling the rush of butterflies go through you. It was exciting to see Yeosang again after not being with him for a few weeks. Between tour practices, the Japan concerts and god knows what else, it seriously took a toll on you being alone for so long. Even if you’ve done this a billion times before, it was still a feeling you could never get used to. You get used to having Yeosang around just for him to be taken so quickly, it was never a delightful feeling.

You placed your phone down beside you, yawning slightly as you turned onto your side. Letting your heavy eyes fall shut, you drifted off into a soft sleep.

Yeosang placed the bouquet of roses in the trunk of the car next to the white box that was placed there before. It contained a heart-shaped cake with your favorite flavor. He had it specially made for you by one of your favorite bakeries in the city and he was beyond excited to give it to you.

He took a sat in the back with Wooyoung, fastening his seatbelt as the car proceeded to drive him home. Wooyoung held his new camera up in front of the two boys, waving to it.

“Wooyoung, are you vlogging right now?” Yeosang questioned him, looking towards the camera he held.

Wooyoung nodded happily and began to ramble on a bit as Yeosang sat in silence. He mentioned today’s practice, the last concerts in Japan, and what he was deciding to eat for dinner today. He turned to Yeosang, facing the camera to him.

“What about you Hyung? Tell our fans what a special day it is today!” Wooyoung smirked as Yeosang gave him a soft glare.

Rolling his eyes at the younger, he grabbed the camera and fixed his hair, smiling slightly.

“I bought a special cake for someone. Flowers too. It’s our first holiday together, so I hope they like them.”

Yeosang flushed pink, handing the camera back over to Wooyoung. Wooyoung gagged at his elder, laughing loudly enough to echo in the car. Yeosang hit his shoulder harshly, making the young boy groan in pain as he began to complain of his hard punching.

“You did this to yourself, Woo. You know exactly what nerve to hit.”

You woke up to the loud sounds of ringing and yelling in your ears, making you startle out of your sleep. You quickly sat up and looked around for your surroundings, only to see you were in the shared apartment that belonged to you and Yeosang.

“Y/n!!! Honey!!”

You raised your eyebrows at the sound of that familiar tone. You knew that voice from anywhere and your heart immediately skipped a beat at hearing it. You stood up from your bed, grabbed your apron, and immediately made your way down the steps to the kitchen. To your surprise, Yeosang stood there waving the smoke towards the window.

“Yeo..? What happened..?” You coughed, feeling the unpleasant smell of the smoke come through your nose.

“Hi, honey. Whatever you were baking, it uh… well let’s just say,” He held one of the trays in front of you, laughing slightly. “I’m sure this isn’t what you were going for.” A dozen cupcakes sat in the baking pans, completely charcoaled. Your eyes widened and your face dropped at the sight of your hard work. You brought your hands up to your face and groaned, feeling nothing but disappointment wash over you.

“Ugh, are you serious?! I just let myself fall asleep like I didn’t have any priorities!”

Yeosang walked over to comfort you, softly placing his hand on your back as his other hand removed your hands from your face. You felt nothing but despair as the one day you wanted to go right, went completely wrong. All because of your foolish need to sleep. It just felt irresponsible.

“It’s okay, my love.” Yeosang began to rub your back slowly, trying not to upset you more than you already had been.

“No, you don’t get it, Yeo! This day was supposed to be perfect! It’s our first Valentine’s together, and I completely messed it up!”

You sighed and placed your apron in the swivel chair by the island table. You took a seat next to it and put your head down, clearly frustrated by how this day ended up. Yeosang grabbed the white box with roses that were placed in the dining room and walked over to you with it, placing it by your head. He nudged you slightly, making you groan in annoyance as you refused to lift your head.

“If it makes you feel better, I got you something.”

You stayed silent, feeling completely worse over the fact that you had absolutely nothing to gift to your boyfriend. The cupcakes were supposed to be it, as he knew you had recently been taking baking classes to open up your bakery. Yeosang stood beside you, waiting for you to pop your head out to him but all to no avail.

“You’re not ignoring me, are you? On Valentine’s Day?” Yeosang leaned up against the table, smirking softly when he saw you peek an eye out towards him.

You muttered under your breath, looking away from him quickly as you wanted to turn your head back down. Yeosang tilted his head at you, resting his cheek against the palm of his hand.

“Agh you know I don’t like the muttering, my love. Speak up for me, let me hear you.”

You blushed hearing his sentence. He felt awfully flirty today, and it could be because it’s Valentine’s Day, but it continued to catch you off guard. He nudged you again, moving the box closer to you. You lifted your head as you caught the box and bouquet of roses in front of you. Hesitating to touch it, you look up at Yeosang for a moment.

“If it’s the gift you’re worried about, trust me.. it’s not as grand as you think.” He reassured, giving you a small smile.

You sat up a bit, proceeding to open the white box open for its contents. Your face painted one of confusion as revealed was a smashed red and pink cake on the right side. You turned the cake a bit, reading the words still present on the cake to Yeosang.

“Hap…Valent…s? How sweet Yeo.” You chuckled at your words, looking up to see him in embarrassment.

He turned the box of cake fully towards his direction and frowned at the sight. He brought two fingers up to the bridge of his nose, sighing softly.

“It must’ve fallen over in the back of the trunk.. this was unfortunate.”

You laughed, standing up from your seat and pulling Yeosang in for a hug. His eyes widened, as he didn’t expect you to be so joyous over a messed up cake. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead softly. You nuzzled your head into his shoulder kissing his neck lightly.

“Thank you, Yeo.”

You lifted your head to look at him, a confused look painted on his face. You smiled and placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it softly with your thumb.

“I know my gift to you was practically ruined, but don’t feel bad about your gift either.” You walked over to the drawer, pulling out a spoon. You scooped a piece from the cake, shoving it into Yeosang’s mouth and then some into your own.

“Mmm red velvet? Still tasty.”

Yeosang beamed at you, feeling nothing but a gross amount of love in his heart. How quickly you light up a room with your positivity and how easy it was to make his heart ache for you.

“I’m glad you like it, honey.” he looked over at the fridge, seeing a brochure hanging from it. “How about we order some pizza?”

He looked over to you as you nodded pleasantly. After the stressful day that occurred, all you wanted was to sit and relax with the person you adored most. Watch movies and eat countless slices of pizza without worrying about a thing in the world.

“Well, let’s change into something comfier then.” He grabbed your hand and made his way up the stairs with you, stopping at the door of your shared room.

“Y/n?”

You looked up at him, his eyes full of admiration as he gave you a small smile. You cocked your head at him as he squeezed your hand gently.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey. I love you.”

divider creds: @cafekitsune

A/N: I told you guys that this one shot was gonna be pure fluff! Since Valentine’s day is tomorrow I’m going try to work on San’s part for today so it can be uploaded. Then hopefully work on Mingi and Wooyoung tomorrow. Jongho will have to just be posted the day after but that’s okay!

Taglist: @skzline @evidive @kittykat-25 @amuromio @xoxkii @losrpark @classyrbf @sundaybossanova @owmoiralover @vrtualsins @sanslovesblog @honeyhwaaa

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[writerblue275]

Brief Valentine’s Day Plans with Heartsteel

Inspiration: Hahahaha I’m so very single (I’m really fine with that. I gotta focus on myself at the moment) but I love LOVE so you all get this. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Champions: Heartsteel

Genre: Headcanon

Type: Fluff. *small sigh* I restrained myself.

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader!

TW: Swearing because I swear. Otherwise it’s fluffy time! ☺️

Aphelios

I can’t see Phel doing anything super out there or dramatic. That just doesn’t seem like him. But you know what I can see him doing?

Getting your fav takeout and throwing a cute little couples game night for the two of you. Cards, board games, video games, etc. Music he made in the background to set the fun vibe.

I have to think Aphelios is a gamer. Like I’d be so shocked if he wasn’t. Besides card and board games I’m thinking he’s both a pc and console gamer and he’s a big Nintendo guy.

He loves Smash Bros, Mario Kart, or Splatoon, and you two are working through Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom together. And while Phel’s super competitive in multiplayer games, he’s been teaching you tricks! (You’re the only one he’ll teach. Everyone else can just deal.)

It’d just be a lovely night. Hanging with your favorite person and having a great time doing something you enjoy together. Frankly those are some of my very favorite types of dates.

Ezreal

Very fun and very sweet. Heart fluttering. That’s what Valentine’s Day with Heartsteel Ezreal would be like.

I’m imagining a mix of like classic romantic gestures with some fun “young love” type vibes. Like he’s getting you flowers and taking you out to a nice dinner….

And then afterwards both of you go to an arcade/arcade bar and just have a fucking blast together. God help you when you try and take Ez on in air hockey or ski ball though. His AIM. Or in DDR? He’ll absolutely distract you so you don’t beat his score. (Distract him back!!)

But it’s fine because all those tickets he’s winning, he’s spending on you. Or on stuff that both of you can use. Like matching plushies or fidget toys. (So cute oml.)

Just an day/evening of fun moments, sweet kisses, and that feeling of young love, even if you’ve been with Ezreal for years.

Kayn

You might think Heartsteel’s resident bad boy is not very romantic. But, I truly believe Kayn can be, just in his own way of course! I don’t think super sappy romantic gestures are his thing. But having experiences with you is something he treasures.

I can imagine him picking you up and taking you somewhere far outside the city at night. A surprise location in the country. Somewhere quiet and peaceful.

And what does Kayn have planned? Well he packed pillows, blankets, your favorite drinks, and…a picnic basket! He’s planned a surprise picnic under the stars!

I feel like Kayn is really great to have deep conversations with, but you have to be someone special to have such talks with him. Him being so vulnerable indicates the extremely deep level of trust he has with and love he has for you.

Enjoy star gazing, cuddling, and chatting the night away with your person. What a super sweet way to get even closer to each other, no matter how long you’ve been with him.

K’Sante

Oh this would be an excellent Valentine’s Day with those classical romance vibes. K’Sante is fully about to wine and dine you, baby. Enjoy that shit. You’re getting spoiled like you absolutely deserve.

Buys/makes you a whole new outfit because you deserve it. If he doesn’t make you a full outfit he at least helps make part of it. Like accessories or something.

Reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in the city. K’Sante always thinks ahead and made it months in advance. (See why he’s one of the leaders of HS?)

Afterwards driving to an overlook and just watching the lights and talking about anything and everything. Moments filled with soft words and even softer kisses.

Just the classic movie-esque romantic night and I’m all for it (lmao I’m such a romantic). K’Sante definitely knows how to make your heart beat faster.

Sett

(Lord help me I gotta stop myself from going off the rails but he’d be so damn good at this.)

You want romance? By fucking god Sett’s going to give you ROMANCE, darling. He’s a gentleman.

He’s making a full meal from scratch (it’s your favorite meal of his that he makes), and also setting the ambiance. Table set, candles, lights low, flowers/other presents he knows you’ll like. The whole nine yards.

Sett’s not letting you lift a finger either. The most he’ll let you do is help pre-rinse some of the dishes after dinner. He’s in full Prince Charming mode and it’s excellent.

You thought the night ended at dinner? Wrong. Bubble bath with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. Fluffy bath robes. Doing each others skin care. All the sweet shit.

And afterwards? Well just be patient and see where the night takes you. 😉 But overall what a lovely and romantic night with Sett, your gentleman of a partner. (I’m swooning just thinking about it.)

Yone

Your love/relationship with Yone isn’t loud or bombastic. It’s steady and unwavering. And that vibe is how Valentine’s Day is for the two of you.

He picks you up and brings you to his studio where he’s spiffed it up! Your favorite flowers in a vase. Both of your favorite take out (the place he took you on your first date) on a table w/ candles.

Yone’s got music playing softly in the background (a playlist he made just for you for Valentine’s Day of course). It’s every single song that makes him think of you. (When you ask him out of curiosity how long the playlist is, your ever-stoic partner turns a little pink as he mumbles, “o-over 4 hours….”)

During the slow songs Yone will even dance with you a little because he loves how it makes you smile. While dancing, he’ll rest his chin on your head if you’re short enough. And once you’re done dancing, you two can cuddle on the couch in his studio and do/talk about whatever.

It’s not over the top. It’s not grand. But it’s an intimate and personal night with the love of your life and truly nothing can be better than that.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Whether you’re a single pringle like myself or you are celebrating Valentine’s Day with someone, I hope your day is filled with love! 💙🥰

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Valentine Headcanons about (almost) every fictional character I love 💕 

happy Valentine’s Day to everyone! I hope you know you are appreciated and cared for! Here are some Headcanons on how my fictional crushes would spend Valentine’s Day 💓

featuring: Daiki aomine, Sasuke Uchiha, Takumi Fujiwara, Rindou Haitani, Jean Kirstein, Ryusui Nanami, Spike Spiegel, Hisashi Mistui, Matt Holt, Taehoon Seong, and Damian Wayne

Daiki Aomine:

He’s playing basketball 💀

You’re 100000% sure he forgot what today was because when you gave him a handmade lunch AND a net for catching bugs he just stares at it like “what is this for?”

So as you sadly sit on the bench watching him play

But then he falls idiot

You sigh and walk over to him. “You ok Daiki?”

He groans and kneels with a bracelet in his hand blushing

“H-happy Valentine’s Day…”

You’re speechless. Only for a short moment of course, you quickly begin laughing your ass off

“W-what’s so funny?! Damn Kise telling me to do dumb shit…”

“I love it Daiki! Where’d you get it?” 

“S-satski taught me…”

This man has the largest amount of pride but will always throw it aside for you!

Sasuke Uchiha:

You both would either stay home or be somewhere private 

You both have this secret spot in the woods that you guys have been going to ever since you were kids

So it’s no surprise on your 15th valentines together that’s where the two of you would be

With the little snacks and dinner entrees the both of you made to surprise each other and the nice lighting and river it was perfect

This is also the time he’s most vulnerable with you; kissing your hands, neck, cheek, arms, and of course your lips ;)

He whispers sweet things in your ear and tells you how he’s never loved like this and won’t with anyone else 

“You’re my everything (y/n). I look at you and see a future brighter than all the stars out tonight.”

It’s safe to say he only and will only ever love you

Takumi Fujiwara:

You’ve always went on Tofu runs when you could with Takumi, and it was no different for Valentine’s Day 

When he arrives at your house he’s standing there with a small bouquet 

“Is there anything you want to do today?” He asks you as he drives to the hotel

You shake your head. “It doesn’t really matter as long as I’m with you!”

He can’t help but smile

When he’s done with the deliveries he pulls into a parking lot in front of Lake Akina 

“Can w-we just sit here for a while then? I really just want to be with you.”

You smile at him and lean your head as close as you can to his shoulder. “I’d love that Takumi.”

Rindou Haitani:

Rindou takes you dancing

You both love to dance so it was a win

But of course after that he takes you home

You both cuddle on each other and watch random movies

Rindou has the finest liquor out and the sweetest chocolate and all your other favorite sweets 

He kisses up and down your shoulder as you sit in his lap holding one of his hands

“You’re mine (y/n). And you’re gonna be for my next valentine and the one after that…”

Jean Kirstein 

He cooks for you!

He makes you sit there patiently while he scrambles around creating the perfect meal

“Jean, i don’t mind helping you. I think it’ll be a lot easier if-“

“I got this (y/n)! Just sit there and look beautiful! Tell me about your day. You know I love to hear your voice.”

After he’s FINALLY done cooking, you dine together in the not so fancy living area, but the both of you don’t care

Jean did his best to clean up and set the sweet, loving tone and that’s all that matters to you.

“I love you (y/n). Thank you for making me so happy.”

Ryusui Nanami:

This man goes all out💀

As soon as you wake up it’s the most perfect breakfast in bed

He has to leave to work but literally leaves you his black card to treat yourself and constantly has people arriving with beautiful flowers every 5 minutes

He comes back for lunch and talks to you

“Has your valentines been well? I’ll make sure that you have the best day ev-“

“I really like all the things Ryusui really i do, but…I just really want to spend time with you…”

He pauses

Then calls in like it’s nothing!

The rest of the day is the two of  you lay in bed together and act all cutesy!

“I’m glad you’re my valentines dear. It’s been one amazing day.”

Spike Spiegel:

This broke man does his best I’ll give him that

He buys you flowers and takes you to a pretty nice restaurant. Nothing too fancy but it’s nicer than you normally go to

He lets you order first and gets him something small, which is weird for this man

You both talk for hours the waitstaff is so annoyed

After you two are FINALLY done you both walk back to the Bebop

“Why did you eat so little Spike? You’re normally chowing down!”

He chuckles and keeps walking, “wasn’t that hungry.”

“Come on spike, we’re practically married, I can tell when you’re lying!”

He sighs and mumbled something 

“What?”

“I wanted to make sure I had enough money for you to eat…”

You stop in your tracks

“Spike…”

You kiss him lovingly 

“Thank you Spike. I love you so much.”

He smiles, “ditto.”

Hisashi Mitsui

You’re probably his first valentines tbh

He waits at a cafe with flowers in his hand

When you show up he’s bright red. You’re not even wearing and saying anything spectacular he’s just so nervous lol

You sit next to each other and talk snack and laugh about everything and anything 

After the cafe you head to the park

And after that you go to little stores you see along the way

Mitsui buys you a stuffed animal you were looking at and you bought him a chain necklace he glanced at

It was a really great valentines, especially since it was first

“T-thanks for being my valentine (y/n). I’m glad i get to spend it with you.”

Matt Holt:

He makes this super cool heart shaped projector thing!

He hands you this heart 

It rises shifts into being a projector that displays all of your favorite memories together

It shows the new inductee dance and how the two of you jumping around without a care in the world

Then it shows a lazy night of the both of you “studying” for an exam as the camera zooms into Matt’s face and your giggles from behind the camera

And one of your favorite memories of all, your day at the beach together. Throwing water at each other, making sand castles, resting you head in his shoulder as the sun goes down 

“Matt…this is beautiful… I-I’m speechless…!”

“It’s alright.” He begins, “I know what you’re gonna say. I love you too.”

Taehoon Seong

Mans has no idea what to do

He acts like he doesn’t care as Hansu tries to give him ideas but really he’s terrified of messing something up

So when the day comes you hear a knock on the door you’re surprised to see a nicely dressed Taehoon with a rose in his hand

“Happy Valentine’s Day idiot.”

You smile and kiss his cheek. “Thank you Tae Tae!”

You Motion for him to come in

When he does there’s a nice breakfast for two in the dining room

“I know you don’t like to go out Tae, so I thought we could stay in for the day.”

Oh my gosh that sounds perfect

“Heh, I guess so. At least I’m with you.”

Damian Wayne:

Spoils you with acts of service 

As soon as you wake up you’re greeted with the smell of a nice breakfast in the dining room 

Then you sit in bed as he feeds you chocolate cover strawberries, watching silly movies and drawing pictures for each other 

At the end of the day he prepares a bath for the both of you

You wash each other not like that weirdos and you even blow some bubbles at him

When it’s finally time to sleep he massages your back and whispers about how much he loves you 

Then of course you fall asleep on his chest as he holds you

“Goodnight beloved. I hope you understand how much I love you.”

[pyrodolls]

hey!! could you write a havik x earthrealm reader celebrating Valentine’s Day at the reader’s request?

heart to heart (havik x gn! reader)

warnings: gore i guess? and both of you being weirdos but its ok ur weirdos in love. there’s also a rickroll at the end.

summary: kinda funny story of havik celebrating valentine’s day with gender neutral reader!! (cuz i can’t imagine him celebrating valentines in a normal way LMAO he’s chaotic ok.)

a/n: anon… did u read my mind.. cuz i was gonna write a valentine’s themed story with havik but i decided not to bc it wasn’t valentine’s yet.. but i have an excuse now 😈 also i went off the rails with this I’M *REALLY* SORRY ANON!!

“what is this.. valentine’s day you speak of?” havik asked. you had brought up the idea of valentine’s day with him, since the day was coming up and you wanted to see if your lover was interested in celebrating with you.

“well, it’s a holiday in earthrealm. not everyone celebrates it, but usually we use it as a day to appreciate our significant others. we gift them candies or some other goods.” you explained.

“…what else?” he asked, genuinely interested in your home’s customs.

“hmm… we put up decorations i suppose. a lot of red, white, and pink everywhere. and hearts. usually people gift their partners something heart shaped.” you added.

a comical lightbulb appeared above havik’s head as soon as he heard you say that.

-

the next day, which was valentine’s day, you awoke to a box in front of yours and havik’s bed. it literally smelled like shit. did someone send you shit in a box???

“good day, my beloved.” havik greeted, sitting up in bed and looking as if he woke up before you.

“good morning, havik. did you send me this?” you asked. he nodded, gesturing you to open it.

when you opened it, it was as if havik gave you his heart.

literally. his heart was in the box.

you looked over to him and he had a giddy expression on his face as if he did the funniest thing possible.

“what? i heard you earthrealmers gave each other your hearts!”

“NOT LITERALLY.”

(real life image of havik giving you his heart drawn by me :333)

(ok ok now i’ll take it seriously LMAOOOO)

“good day, my beloved.” havik greeted. he was standing over the bed you both shared, looking strangely excited.

“good morning.. you look excited.” you pointed out, getting up out of bed.

“you should look outside.” havik grinned mischievously.

you gave him a confused look before you stepped outside to see a few bloody clothes on the ground.

“whose clothes are these?” you asked.

“these are the clothes of every person you ever wanted dead. surprise.” havik cackled. damn, he really killed them for you, he’s a keeper.

“i see..” you knew it was wrong. but damn, you wanted them dead so bad. and he did it for you, as a valentine’s day gift. you knew he wouldn’t give you a traditional gift since he’s a chaotic guy, but you definitely didn’t expect this. in your own twisted way, you were deeply grateful for what he did.

“thank you so much, love. i appreciate it.” you told him.

“that’s not all… i also made sure you don’t have any duties for today. you may choose how you want to spend your.. valentine’s day.” havik said, proudly. he was giving you the freedom to choose how you wanted to spend your day.

you chose to spend your day with him. you didn’t really care how you spent it, you were just glad to be around him. he felt the same towards you. havik refused to follow society’s traditional rules of valentine’s day. he wanted to be a little chaotic and mix things up a bit, but he understood that you just wanted to appreciate each other that day.

you wouldn’t change it for the world. he’s a bit strange and refuses to do anything traditionally, but at least he is being himself and still loves you. he loves and appreciates you a *lot* but he just shows his affection for you in a.. unique way. you are the light in his life and he would never give you up or let you down. just let him be a little weird with how he expresses his feelings, and you’re good.

(even tho he refuses to admit it, he does sleep that night in peace with you and clings onto your sleeping form like a sloth to a tree. he’s just so relaxed because he had a good day with you! a weird day. but when do you *not* have a weird day with havik? maybe you two will do this “valentine’s” thing again next year.)

[fullsunsets]

Thanks to @jmagnabo92 @myheartalivewrites @henryspearl @iboatedhere @thesleepyskipper for tagging me

To celebrate hitting 50k words in my RBB fic, I will be sharing one of my favorite moments ever.

How a wonderful, funny, kind, and handsome man like Henry Fox is spending Valentine’s day all alone with his annoying straight friend and not on some romantic ass date is beyond comprehension for Alex.

“I honestly don’t understand how you’re still single,” Alex blurts out and Henry freezes midway through grabbing the last can of beer.

“I— well…” Henry tries to start, but he keeps opening and closing his mouth like a blobfish. And Alex might have lost count of how much he has been drinking because he finds Henry’s whole reaction cute.

“It’s just… You’re such a cool guy and honestly, the fact that no guy has snagged you for a date, today of all days, feels so wrong to me. They have no idea what they are missing,” the filter between his racing thoughts and his mouth is already faulty when sober, so there is no surprise it’s nonexistent when he’s drunk. 

Henry looks at him surprised, almost as if he is trying to make sense of the scene playing in front of him. “I honestly don’t mind, the holiday is so commercialized anyway. I’m——”

“H, I’m not dumb,” he turns to his friend and they are currently staring at each other, “You are a hopeless romantic who dreams of the day you’ll get your love story worthy for an Austen heroine. And while I am sad to inform you that you are not an Austen heroine, but Mr. Darcy, my point that you are a sucker for love still stands. You deserve being knocked off your fucking feet, someone to take you to some fancy ass restaurant, to take you around the Smithsonian and hear you go on your cute little rants, baby. And the fact that no guy has given you that, fucking pisses me off. Instead, you are stuck with me getting piss drunk while we watch Star Wars and argue about which movie is better for the umpteenth time,” he looks at Henry straight in the eyes, hoping he gets Henry to see he deserves so much better. 

“Alex, I didn’t know you were hating spending the night with me that much,” Henry teases, but at this point, Alex has become almost an expert in reading him and can see the tension in his shoulders.

Almost as if he actually believes what he just said, and that just breaks Alex.

“That’s not what I’m trying to say, asshole!” he glares at him and Henry chuckles, “No, H, I’m so serious right now, you have no idea. This is the best night ever, and I will never take this for granted. But you deserve the world! The point is that you should be out having cheesy-ass dates with the love of your life instead of being stuck with your straight friend who is too annoying to get himself a date.”

“So if you had a date for today you would have dumped me?” Henry jokes, but then Alex freezes.

He never told Henry about the girl who tried to ask him out last Saturday after trivia night. She was cute and even Nora pointed out she looked like Alex’s type, although he doesn’t know where she gets that his type is blond. They dated and Nora is very much not a blond. However, he already had made plans with Henry and he didn’t want to leave him all alone on Valentine's day. At least that’s what he told Nora and his sister, but he can’t shake off the way they looked at him, as if he was the dumbest person they know. 

And honestly, he probably is, because who turns down a date to hang out with their friend. Someone he has only been calling a friend for a few weeks.

Yet, Alex doesn’t care if he and Henry have only been friends since late January or for 5 years. That's his best friend right there. He doesn’t care what Nora has to say about it. He’s allowed to have two best friends.

“No,” he admits and Henry’s eyes widen, “I already made a promise to you and I don’t break them.”

Tags: @theprinceandagcd @luainthewild @benwvatt @onetwistedmiracle + open tag

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

What does alien an Harry think of Valentine’s Day?

He spends a whole day researching Valentine’s Day and when Y/N gets home, she’s fiddling with the keys to open the door when it suddenly unlocks and swings open on its own. Harry’s standing there, a bouquet of flowers tagged with a handwritten note in one hand, a huge tray of her favorite chocolates in the other, holding the gifts out like trophies as he smiles at her excitedly, though she can see nerves flicker across his face for a split second.

“Happy Day of Saint Valentine!”

She presses her lips together to suppress laughter, correcting him gently as she steps inside their apartment and shuts the door behind her. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Right. Sorry.” His gaze darts between the presents he’d gotten her, suddenly more self-conscious than before. His words come out more rushed than he wants them to, spewing clumsily as his wits fail him for some reason, as if she’s not already his girlfriend. “Will you be my valentine? I got you some candy and the flowers with a letter. I mean, the note says what I just said outloud anyways, but that’s the human tradition, right? The letter? With the plants and the food? That’s what everyone was doing at the store, so I figured it was a safe option. The lady said roses were the most popular choice for— why are you laughing?”

Y/N can’t stop herself from bursting into giggles this time around— not in a mocking way, just a soft sound of endeared amusement. He’s now looking at the items in his grasp like grenades instead of trophies, extending them out from his body as far as possible in her direction, as if he’s scared she’ll reject them and they’ll explode in his face.

“Yes, that’s the tradition.” She accepts the flowers and Ferrero Rochers gratefully, admiring the cursive handwriting on the card that he’d clearly practiced just for this moment. She smiles up at him warmly, eyes brimming with fondness. “And absolutely, I’d love to be your valentine. This is so sweet of you, H. Thank you.”

Harry’s shoulders slump in obvious relief, one of his arms falling back to his side as he scratches the nape of his neck with the hand on the other. He’s still radiating anxious energy, as if waiting for her to tell him he did something wrong.

Y/N ducks her head and takes a whiff of the roses, humming appreciatively at the pleasant scent. She arches one of her eyebrows at him, her tone playfully accusatory. “I’m guessing you spent the whole day researching this, didn’t you?”

Harry’s ears turn as red as the bouquet in her hands. “No.”

Her eyebrow inches up further. “No?”

He sighs in surrender. “Maybe.”

“You’re adorable.”

His sculpted cheekbones blossom with color, matching his ears. “I just didn’t want to make a mistake and ruin it.”

Y/N leans forward onto the tips of her toes and plants a delicate kiss onto his twitching lips. “It’s perfect, baby. Best Valentine’s Day gift ever.”

Harry finally feels the churning in his stomach subside, her reassuring gesture funneling all the angst right out of his system. Adapting to human customs hasn’t exactly been a smooth transition for him— each time a new holiday comes up, his curiosity leads him into digging up every aspect of it, which could take him hours of concentration and memorization. It feels like learning to walk all over again.

It’s all so new and so foreign, it makes him question how much he actually knows about the universe. He can spew endless facts about countless stars, galaxies, and planets in the sky, he can build and operate technology beyond human comprehension, and he can speak a dozen interstellar languages from civilizations most people can’t fathom exist. The potential that he could have misunderstood a simple practice dedicated to celebrating love, which he knows from experience is a universal concept…

He’d never live down the embarrassment. He’s just happy he managed to get this one right without her assistance.

Y/N’s fingers sift between his own, squeezing his hand affectionately as she situates her gifts into the nook of her free arm. She tugs him away from the door, slowly backing towards the living room as she grins at him knowingly. “Why don’t you tell me what you learned?”

Harry’s legs move of their own accord, obeying her silent order. He follows her almost numbly, his body buzzing under her attention. He racks his brain for all the information he’d forced himself to absorb just for her, reciting it like a lecture.

“Valentine’s Day celebrates Saint Valentine, who was martyred by the Roman Empire.” He frowns as an afterthought. “Sad story.”

“Mm.” Y/N agrees, carefully sets her belongings down on the coffee table, pulling him towards the couch. “Go on.”

“Christian soldiers were forbidden from marrying as persecution on behalf of the emperor. Despite it being dangerous and illegal, Valentine ministered weddings for them in secret; he believed love was a right no one should be denied.”

Y/N allows herself to fall back onto the sofa, the action yanking Harry forward as a result. She parts her knees and he stumbles to a halt between them, towering over her with his own knees pressed against the edge of the cushions.

His girlfriend gazes up at him below thick lashes, her expression casual and innocent, but he’s familiar with her antics well enough to know her intentions are anything but.

She blinks up at him patiently, her palms gradually working their way up and down the front of his thighs, massaging them temptingly. “Anything else?”

Harry ogles down at her, his face hot and stomach jittery. He may struggle with reading human behavior, but they’ve been in this position so many times to the point where he can sense her objective clear as day.

“Um…” His tongue feels like lead in his mouth. “He…He was arrested for his crimes and eventually executed. During his time in prison, he fell in love with a woman who used to visit him in confinement— the jailor’s daughter, I think.”

“And?” Y/N’s lithe fingers begin toying with the knot in Harry’s sweatpants, undoing the little bow daintily just to tease him. “What happened between them?”

Harry swallows thickly, his own fingers fidgeting under her sultry influence. “Right before he was executed, he wrote her a love letter. He signed it off with, “From your Valentine.” It’s where the whole tradition of writing valentines originated. Once a year, humans honor his sacrifice by celebrating with the people they love.”

“You got everything.” She notes, easing the waistband of his joggers down a bite to expose the coarse trail of hair along his lower abdomen. She leans forward and presses a wet, lingering kiss along the tinted skin, smiling against it when she hears his breathing hitch. “Smart boy.”

“I try.” He croaks sarcastically, chewing along the inside of his cheek as he clenches his firsts, warding off the impulse to bury his fingers into her hair.

“I have a gift for you, too.” Y/N murmurs, dispensing more sloppy pecks across his clenching tummy, her pillowy lips leaving behind a trail of fire in their wake. “Been waiting to give it to you all day.”

Harry can’t help the way his head lulls backward in bliss, hanging from his strong, taut shoulders as his inhales grow ragged and shallow. His eyes flutter shut as he swims in the feathery sensation of her touch, his mouth parting in a silent groan as her caresses descend even lower.

“I thought we could go out to dinner. Do something nice, y’know?” Y/N studies the heavy bulge forming through his boxers, her eyes glinting with hunger. “But I didn’t expect to see you waiting for me with those flowers, all giddy and nervous…I think we can postpone dinner for a bit, just so I can show you how well you did— so I can thank you. Properly.”

A low, gurgled moan filters from Harry’s parched throat, and the way his nails are digging into his palms in barely contained desperation only amps Y/N’s need to pleasure him.

“Is that okay with you?” She asks with feigned sincerity, as if he’d deny it. She proceeds to mouth along the outline tenting his briefs, reveling in how it jolts under her tongue. “Or do you want to wait until after dinner?”

A sharp, damp gasp rips from Harry’s heaving chest, and he can’t contain himself any longer. His hands grab at Y/N without permission, his long fingers raking into the roots of her hair and holding her in a steely grasp, eliminating any possibility of her drawing back.

His hips buck forward in distress, his body craving the feel of her silky tongue and filthy mouth. He needs to feel the way she laps at him, with shameless determination and experienced skill— the way she uses her lips to dismantle him entirely, gripping the back of his thighs to keep him in place as her head bobs feverishly, eyes watery as the edges of her mouth curl into a dirty grin around his cock. Needs to feel the way she digs her nails into his plush skin as she sucks and licks at the tip tauntingly, tracing sopping kisses down the veins that protrude along his length. Needs to hear her words of encouragement as she edges him towards release, goading him into making a mess— begging him to fill her mouth and get it all over her face.

All of Harry’s thoughts collapse together to form a single statement, which he utters in a gravelly voice through gritted teeth: “Fuck me.”

Y/N’s gaze sparkles with mischief, her fingers hooking along the hem of his underwear but not pulling down quite yet. She wants to make him work for it. “What was that?”

The garbled whine that escapes her boyfriend is full of so much bottled strife, it sends warmth flooding between her parted thighs.

“Fuck me.” He pleads, his accent deep and tattered, his grip on her locks tightening until stars dance across her vision. His head swings forward in order to lock eyes with her, his thick brows furrowed in deprived torment.

Under his white NASA t-shirt (which she’d gotten him as a joke when he first arrived), the alien hieroglyphic tattoos etched across the expanse of his chest begin to glow faintly. “Please?”

Y/N can feel her mouth begin to water in anticipation, and she’s nodding her head fervently in agreement before she can get a single syllable out. “Whatever you want, H. You—”

Her voice is suddenly cut off by Harry’s palm wrapping around her throat, his strength besting her due to her startled state. The dynamic of their encounter completely shifts as he tilts her face back harshly, holding her steady as he glowers down at her with a newfound darkness in the jade of his irises, the surrounding white glowing vaguely like the scripture on his body.

From the moment they started dating, it’s no secret that Harry usually favors being more submissive to her; he prefers to let Y/N take the reins most nights, based solely off the fact that she knows more about sex than he does. That preference also coincides with his nature— he’s reserved, quiet, and tends to fluster easily. It makes sense that he prefers letting someone else show him the ropes.

But Y/N is aware that his compliance is exactly that— a mere preference, and preferences can change over time. He can be dominating when he wants to, and though it took a while for Harry to be comfortable enough to reveal that side of himself, it most definitely exists.

Over the months they’ve been together, Y/N has taught him practically everything she knows, and over the last few weeks, Harry’s been taking authority of their sex life more and more frequently. She’s always more than happy to let him have it; it creates a sort of balance between them she didn’t know was missing. Having control over him is fun, of course, but giving up control to him is even more exhilarating, considering it’s newer territory.

She loves it, to say the least, especially when it’s sudden and unexpected. Such as now.

Y/N struggles to keep her composure in her boyfriend’s unyielding grasp, but she can’t deny the frothing at the pit of her stomach. Seeing him seize ownership like that— seeing him live up to his broad frame, chiseled features, and low register— satisfies her beyond anything else.

Her fingers crumple the fabric under her hands, balling into fists to hide the way she’s trembling with desire.

Harry ducks down, brushing his warm lips across her heated cheeks, the pad of his index finger admiring the outline of her Cupid’s bow. When he speaks, it weighs in low and dense, the way a humid fog would prickle her skin.

“You want to thank me, is that it?”

Y/N nods to the best of her ability, worrying the inside of her cheek with her teeth the same way he had earlier.

“I’ll show you how.” He rumbles, tapping the crescent atop her mouth lightly for significance. “Tongue out.”

She obeys without hesitation, ungluing her chapped lips and sticking her tongue out as far as it will go. Her whole face stings at the prospect of what’s going to happen next.

Sure enough, Harry moves his vice grip from her jugular to her jaw, keeping her in place as he spits into her mouth roughly. She winces at the merciless action, but there’s a certain electricity behind her eyes that shows she’s thoroughly relishing it.

“That should help some, hm? It’ll give some slip, make things go smoother.” He coos mockingly, a nasty smirk shadowing his features. “Are you going to thank me for that, as well?”

Though he phrases it as a question, Y/N can read between the lines— in truth, it’s a command.

Her voice is a frayed whisper. “Yes.”

Harry’s brows quirk into an expectant expression. “Go on, then. Thank me.”

Her lashes shudder as she collects her bearings. “Thank you.”

Harry squeezes her face in entertained acceptance, dusting a soft kiss to her sweaty forehead, the action drastically contradicting his others. “Such a good girl.”

The whimper that claws out of her is borderline pitiful. If her ears hadn’t revealed that to her, the cruel simper on her boyfriend’s face surely would have.

“Now how about you show me what that pretty mouth can do, and then maybe after dinner, I’ll return the favor.”

[dbloodmarch]

“When was the last time you had a partner?”

[Cameron Valentine x Damien Bloodmarch]

Word count: 930

Yumetober day 7 prompt (ignore that I haven’t done anything else for yumetober)

My first time sharing my writing, pls be nice to me T-T

It had been a few months since Cameron and Damien’s relationship had become more than just coworkers or friends. It was slow and steady moving but even so, Damien had offered his home to Cameron for those times when he just needed to get away from his family. He never wanted to make Cameron uncomfortable or to seem like he was pushing for things to move quicker but from what the younger man had told him about his family, he didn’t want to sit aside and allow him to struggle in a household that was actively holding him back and hurting him. Cameron wasn’t uncomfortable at all though, more so relieved and grateful that Damien was okay with it and allowed him to stay as long as he needed. Spending more time like this together in such a domestic way only made their bond grow stronger as they learnt about each other in much deeper ways. Even so, there were still things they didn’t know about each other but Cameron had noticed older photos around the house, photos from when Damien was just a bit older Cameron’s age, back when he was married to his late husband. Cameron was curious, nosey, but didn’t ask as to not overstep a boundary. The curiosity still ate at him though, he didn’t have nearly as much experience in relationships and just kind of wanted to know what they were like.

Damien offered Cameron the guest room when he was over but the younger man gave him those faux, sad puppy eyes that tugged at his heart. Of course, he didn’t mind sharing his own bed, he was just trying to make his lover as comfortable as possible and if sharing the bed is what he wanted, he wouldn’t say no.

As the two lay in bed one night, Damien reading a book while Cameron was doing whatever on his phone, the younger broke the silence.

“When was the last time you had a partner?”

He blurted the question out suddenly, stealing Damien’s attention from his book. The older man was surprised but not upset or offended but he did wonder if Cameron was reading something on his phone that made him want to ask. He looked up in thought as he tried to remember exactly before answering, “a few years. I had several partners after but husband passed but obviously, they didn’t last and I just gave up after a while. Why do you ask?” Cameron nods along as Damien responds, “nothing in particular, just curious.” It was understandable, after all, Cameron already mentioned early on that he hadn’t been in a relationship with anyone before.

“What were they like?”

Damien smiled softly, finding his curiosity endearing, “some were good and some were bad. Some breakups were mutual while others were quite dramatic, as relationships are sometimes.” There was simply another silent nod from the younger man. It was silent for a few moments again until Damien spoke again, “is something on your mind?” Cameron had just been staring at the ceiling, clearly lost in thought, he let out a sigh and responded, “it’s stupid… I get worried about not being enough and thinking the other people you’ve been with must have been way better than me.” Damien lay a reassuring hand to his boyfriend’s head, he couldn’t say he blamed him for getting hung up on such things. He did too sometimes.

“Oh, dear… my time with those people have passed and they were a long time ago, I promise you needn’t worry about such things. I prefer to appreciate what I have now instead of focusing on the past.” He runs his fingers through his lovers hair as he gave his answer, twirling the longer strand of ombré red around his finger. “You know, I get similar worries too sometimes.” Cameron turns his head to face Damien, “how so?” Damien mimics his boyfriends movement and shifts so they’re now facing each other.

“Well, I have to work so much, I’m a dad providing for his son on his own so I don’t have much time off to do as I please. So, I worry that you’ll grow bored that we can’t go out as much as opposed to someone younger who’ll have more time to spend with you.” He feels slightly embarrassed to be opening up about this, he thought he’d just keep this to himself until he got over it or, in the worst case, the relationship ended.

There were so many similarities between the two despite the differences in age. It brought a sense of comfort and solidarity whenever they were together.

A smile appears on Cameron’s face, “I don’t think I could ever get bored of you.” The confession was tender and brought a soft blush to Damien’s face. The two shared a look of understanding. They’ve opened up to each other about something they hadn’t discussed before. They’ve learnt something new about each other. There’s no need to say anything else and they quietly but happily return to their previous activities.

As it gets later, they eventually settle down to sleep, only gentle breathing heard amongst the silence. Cameron slowly started shuffling closer to Damien and it brought another smile to the man’s face. He understood Cameron intentions well, he knew his lover was just too shy to ask to cuddle and would just carefully move closer until there wasn’t a single inch between them and they wound up falling asleep in each others arms. Damien was glad Cameron didn’t choose to sleep in the guest room.

Taglist: @carnival-of-love @allpointyears @snowpuffclovers @rivastraut @areggo @v1-kisser @pinepurican ᯓᡣ𐭩

[chufuxx]

Happy valentines day! Here go our beautiful boyfriend eren.

Eren x female reader

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“Fine then do what you want fuck you!” Letting out a sigh, you were laying down on your bestfriends bed thinking about the argument that went down with you and eren 2 hours ago. You asking him to come home early from work so the two of you could spend time together for Valentine’s Day but he catches a attitude like you just told him to quit his job, his response being ‘y/n I just can’t come home whenever I want to, can’t you hang with one of your fucking friends or something.’ He sounded pissed from the start, the moment he answered the phone, he must be having a bad day at work.

‘Eren all I asked was can you come home early so we can spend Valentine’s Day together why are you catching a fucking attitude with me!’ Shaky voice, you just didn’t want to be alone on Valentine’s Day this year, last year eren was also busy on that Valentine’s Day aswell you just didn’t want a repeat of last year, so when Sasha and mikasa invited you out clubbing that night you didn’t hesitate to come over their apartment.

You didn’t even bother to let him know your plans that night, he can shove that job and Valentine’s Day up his ass you were going to have fun with your friends tonight. To top it off you put on a red wine type dress on which was erens favorite color, it was so short that your ass cheeks where damn near falling out. Styling your hair and adding all your necessities to your body the favorite lotion he likes everything, all this just to get him mad, everything he liked. He doesn’t like you wearing short dresses but here you were didn’t give no fucks because you wanted this you wanted him to get pissed and that’s what made it all the more fun. Heels clicking as the three of you walk inside the club, the music screaming before you even entered, you smile getting excited you weren’t gonna be alone and just strolling through your Netflix account tonight you were gonna have fun and get wasted. Another thing Eren doesn’t like is you getting drunk because you get very flirty and touchy, like that one time the both of you attended jean’s birthday party mikasa and Sasha got you drunk as shit which made eren pissed at how touchy you were being with mikasa when the both of you were dancing on the floor what made his eyes widen is when you kissed her, he jumped up from the couch instantly pulling you by the arm dragging you up stairs andddd yeah we know how that went down.

You walk straight over to the bar to get a drink, mikasa was already on the dance floor dancing with Jean, she invited him on our way here. Me and Sasha sat at the table drinking and she was also eating aswell, “did you tell eren where you were?” Sasha said biting the burger, “nope fuck him.” You said drinking yet another cup, 7 cups in and you were already slurring your words. Instead of calling for another shot you asked for the whole bottle, you grabbed the bottle instantly connecting it to your lips, “damn calm down princess.” You heard a unfamiliar male voice, still drinking the bottle you look over at the man, he hovered over you as you slammed down the bottle and started smiling.

“H-huh ‘princess’ you t-talking to me.” You stood up smiling, the man smiled as he walked closer to your face. “Mhm I’m talking to you mamas and btw you look sexy asf in that dress.”he looked you up and down licking his lips, you looked up at him with lidded eyes as you chuckled, going up to rub his arm you go to whisper in his ear, “this my man favorite dress but I don’t give a fuck.” You let out a chuckle as you see the man smile, “okayyyyy break it up, come on y/n let’s go get you some water.” Sasha grabs your hand walking to one of the booths in the back, you sat down throwing your head back and your legs crossed, “hellooo y/n you can’t go around doing stuff like that you have a boyfriend.” Sasha say sighing as she sits down the cup of water she ordered before coming to the booth.

“F-fuck eren he doesn’t even care about me.” You say now sobbing, your head was thrown back on the couch your hands covering your face, “h-he couldn’t e-even be bothered to even spend v-valentines day with his girlfriend! I just wanted to spend time with the man that I love on our important day, but all I get is yelled at! So FUCK EREN!” you cried even more as Sasha hugged you as you hugged her back letting out cracked moans and whimpers.

“Y/n.” You hear a familiar male voice call your name, you raised your head from Sasha’s shoulder only to see eren standing there, you turn to Sasha, “uhhh I might’ve texted him that we were here..” Sasha says quickly turning away munching on her fries. You looked back at eren as he still had the same clothes he went to work in. Eren looked at how red your eyes were from crying, you were trying to wipe away the tears and mascara that ran down your face.

“Why are you here yeager.” Eren knew you were mad when you say his last name, you hugged Sashas arm indicating you weren’t gonna move from your current spot. Eren looked at your attire and seen that you wore his favorite dress, earrings, shoes everything! But he could see that you were drunk as shit, “y/n come on we’re leaving.” He say letting out a loud sigh. “No.” You say hiding behind Sasha. Sasha was just minding her business strolling through her phone. Eren seen some dude approaching the table he definitely didn’t look like no waiter, “hey mamas wanna finish our talk from earlier.” In your mind this was the perfect opportunity to get eren mad, let the games begin.

Leaning on the table you look at the man with a smile, your breast on full display, plump and beautiful one of reasons why Eren doesn’t let you wear that dress out in public it’s meant for his eyes and his eyes only. You get up going to stand next to the man then doing something you wouldn’t dare do in front of eren sober. You rubbed up and down the mans arm making strong eye contact with him, before the man could make a bold move by placing his hands on your ass which what he was reaching for, you were being pulled by the arm up the stairs to one of the rooms. You laughed not caring how pissed off eren was.

He threw you in one of the rooms slamming the door behind him, smiling as you watched eren storm towards you grabbing you by the neck and slamming you against the wall of course not to hard but enough to the point it gets you aroused. “Y/n don’t fucking play with me!” His face was incredibly close to yours, his jade green eyes turning dark, his hair tied up in a messy ponytail as he sat there watching your mouth begin to ramble about. “What you gone do about it huh! It’s not like you care about my feelings anyway! All you do is do what eren wants to do, sometimes think about how I fucking feel-” you got cut off by eren forcibly smashing his lips onto yours, it didn’t take you long to catch up on his movements, he licked your lips which was glossed up with his favorite flavored lip gloss, you opened your mouth allowing him access. The both of your tongue swirled clashing together as his hands rubs those plushy thighs that he loves so much, tapping your legs as he wanted you to jump which you did wrapping your legs around his waist he walked over to the bed laying down as he got on top of you still in between your legs, shifting from your lips to your neck right now he’s going Feral from the lotion you applied to your body he loved it on you so bad it gets him hard instantly. “Mhm ahh w-wait eren I’m still mad at you-” you tried saying but with the way how he was he wasn’t stopping, you crossed the line today so your being punished for your actions. “How could I stop when you smell so good babe.” He say licking and sucking on your neck making sure to leave marks. “Mmm don’t be mad at me, I just been so stressed out at work,” he start saying in between words as he lay kisses from your neck traveling down your chest, “and I didn’t mean to yell at you” he says kissing his way down your stomach making you arch your back you were so sensitive, his soft lips kissing his way down slowly with each smack of his lips, “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere until we enjoy this valentine day together.” He say stopping at your entrance, you scream out a moan as you felt his tongue flicking against your clit underneath your panties, you bit your bottom lip trying to surpass your moans not giving him the satisfaction of hear your voice. “Now now we both know you could never hold back your moans even if you tried.” He smirked because it was true, he makes you feel all kinds of things that’s unexplainable and you can’t surpass your moans even if you wanted to if you feel good you let ALL of your emotions out. “Cmon you know you want to, don’t hold back babe.” He says staring up at you and flicking his tongue on your clit at the same time making whimper as you tried covering your mouth, you could feel the tears start to well up from how sensitive you were starting to feel. Unexpectedly he pulled your panties down throwing there god knows where, before you could even blick is mouth was connected to your pussy faster then the eye can see, eren favorite this to do is eat pussy he absolutely loved it, he’ll make out with it for as long as he can go, his limit is how many times he wants to make you come just from his mouth and tongue no hands or his dick. He knows just eating you out is enough for him. But today was different he was gonna make you cum so many times until that bastard of a men that tried to talk to you hear your sweet screams and moans from this very room, he wants him to see your body completely covered in marks as you exit this building, walking on shaky legs. You couldn’t even tell how long it been since eren started eating you out, you knew every time you came you were even more sensitive, your voice was gone at point with all the screaming you were doing. Finally being satisfied with how much you came he climbed on top of you watching how fucked out you looked, you had tears that dried up and new ones resurfaced back on your face, mascara stains on your cheek and you eyes barely being able to open,

“Mmm p-please eren I need you now ahh” you were stuttering your words eren just couldn’t help but smile, his babe shaking and trembling under him, eren finally breaking free of his jeans and all of his other clothings, he go to smash his lips on yours, tasting yourself on his tongue you couldn’t even keep up at this point he was completely devouring you and you were weak under him, “properly tell me how much you want it.” You begin whining you hate when he start doing this but at the end of the day your craving for him to be inside of you, “eren p-please fuck me please!” Without hesitation he slammed himself inside you making you let out a cracked scream, eren was big and thick you never understood how it even fit inside you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted in and out of you in a outrageously fast pace, all you could do was repeatedly say his name over and over again as you were coming undone for the 7th time, “f-fuck! You feel so fucking good babe, tell me how much you love this dick mmm” your hands gripping his hair as it been fell out of its bun, “it feel so good r-ren a-ahh mhmm your so fucking deep” nothing but smacking sounds filling the room as eren groans in your ear chanting about how much this is his pussy and your not going anywhere. You can feel that eren was also close with how much he was twitching inside of you, “bout to to come mmm can I come inside babe please please please” your head thrown back giving eren access to place more kisses and marks to your neck. “Fuckk yes ren come inside me babe mmm!” And that’s what he did he came inside you hard, and seconds later you came once again, the both of you panting trying to catch your breaths as he go to give you a long kisses on your lips. “Y/n you know I do care about you, I love you with everything in me and like I said i apologize for my behavior and how I went about things when you asked me to come home early. I always care about you and I’ll always love you no matter what and I promise I’ll fix my attitude problems.” Eren says hugging and kissing you. You smiled as you look him in the eyes, “it’s okay ren I love you too, I’m just glad your here.” You say hugging him back.

“Oh and there’s a surprise waiting for you at home.” Eren smiled as he watched your eyes finally beginning to sparkle, he never want to make you cry again never, tonight is gonna be the night you’ll never forget. “Happy Valentine’s Day my babe.”

[twopoppies]

Different anon-

I do not believe harry is with Taylor even 0.0001%.. because it’s clear atleast for me that Harry is not straight neither Bi.. its just it’s becoming too much for me to believe that HL are together.. after seeing grown up relationships and people around, wanting to truly believe that HL when they spend half of their time oceans separating them, and knowing ppl wouldn’t put that much effort moreover in their field.. I’ve seen all your responses and India’s too .. i want to believe those because i like those kind of relationships and may be because we all do and have seen both boys going through something so beautiful together.. its just few things that happened last year made me think all i was assuming was just that.. just if you don’t mind can you tell me what you think of B being only person from H team(band or crew) on the yacht full of couples and being invited to brit and H posting his pic on valentines day.. am not sure if you’ve seen this before i kind of asked similar thing when it happened, i don’t think you responded, ‘cause may be you’ve missed the ask or you did not wanted to.. but yea just these when it happened i thought may be harry has moved on.. no intention of annoying you, you are my favourite person here, not just saying for the sake of it, hope it does not come across that way..just wanted to take this moment to say i really appreciate all that you do😇

Hi, sugar. Here’s the thing. I really have no idea if they’re still together these days. I’ve said often that there are moments that make me think yes, they are. There are song lyrics that make me think yes, they are. And there are a lot of questions about other things that make me feel that they’re not. I go back and forth.

But I’ve always said that what I want most for them is for them to be happy. If they’re happier apart, then that’s the way it is. The idea of that makes me sad, but it’s not my relationship and I’m not here to convince people they’re together.

However, I can say that there’s absolutely nothing about Brad that makes me think they were dating/hooking up etc. There was a much sexual energy between the two of them as between Harry and a stick of wood. I do think Harry’s team was very aware of fandom chatter and they probably played it up at times. For me, Brad’s existence has absolutely zero bearing on whether I think Harry and Louis are together. I can’t tell you how to feel about it. But if you think it was a relationship, it’s pretty clear it isn’t anymore as he appears to have moved to Los Angeles.

Thank you for all the sweet words, love. I really appreciate it. ❤️

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

A Valentine’s to Remember: Dante x Male Reader

Better late than never...

MINORS DNI

SERIOUSLY

SHOO

Summary: Spending Valentine's Day with the youngest son of Sparda. He wants to make sure this year is one to remember.

BEGINNING NOTES: I hope you all enjoy this one. It's now my longest chapter at whopping 8410-ish words. 💝💌💝 💟Just some fluffy stupid Dante things… and smut, of course, lmao. Also, pardon the semi-cringe writing, I don’t really know what people do for this holiday. Also… this is my first time really leaning into the Male reader aspect of things; in Nero’s story, those aspects were just kinda there… This one is pretty heavy-handed; so please bear with me. 💟I also skipped the actual eating part of the date because I am bad at writing that stuff… but I tried to keep the rest semi-realistic?? You’ll see what I mean lmaooo 💟While writing this I realized Nero could've been Valentine’s baby… and that I accidentally H/C-ed DMC 3 to take place during February/March 💟Please check Dante’s H/Cs for what outfit he has; I don’t actually reference it per se but it gives you an idea as to what I was using to write with. I will also explicitly say when he uses his DT; I tend to use the phrase “red devil” to replace his name and I don’t want any confusion. 💟I also figured out why I think Dante uses names that are kinda “southern”--his fucking DMC 4 outfit is semi-country themed lmao. 💌💝💌 💟Fluff & Smut 💟Bottom Male reader x Top Dante: Pre-established relationship. 💟The reader is kinda horny ngl 💟Minor mentions of homophobia. 💟Semi-aggressive Dante; encouraged by the reader--kinda bratty reader. 💟Use of biting/hickeys. 💟Use of a leash/collar; that’s it though--no actual pet play. 💟Minor choking; via collar and leash tugging. 💟Dante giving you a rim job for the first time. 💟Possessive kink. 💟Devil Trigger sex.

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     A cold chill ran up your spine as you groggily opened your eyes. You slowly groped around on the bed for your personal heater--and boyfriend--Dante. However, his side of the bed was empty and, from how cold the mattress was, he had been gone for some time. A pout and slightly furrowed brow decorated your face as you grumbled. It wasn’t uncommon for you to wake up and Dante to be gone (typically on a job); however, he told you that he was going to have today off. It seems that something must have come up. 

     You glanced over at the alarm clock ‘11:03’, “Damn it’s early…” you thought to yourself as you rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. However, you were now wide awake and still cold. 

     With a groan, you got out of bed. The wooden flooring was frigid against your bare feet as you made your way to the door. But, before you could open the door, it swung open--hitting you square in the forehead.

     “Shit!” Dante stared wide-eyed at you, “I didn’t know you were-- you okay?”

     You shook your head attempting to ignore the quickly growing headache, “I’m fine,” you looked up at the red devil, “Thought you had left for the day; why you up so early?”

     Your lover smiled goofily, “You know what today is?”

     “Tuesday?” you were still groggy as you gave Dante a perplexed look. 

     “Mhm…” Dante was staring at you; implying there is more.

     With a slow blink, you rummaged through your still-tired thoughts; what were you missing?

     Your lover began to pout, “You really don’t know?”

     With a shake of your head, you scratched your jaw, “I got nothin’.”

     “It’s Valentine’s Day!” Dante grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug.

     You lightly wrapped your arms around your lover, “Mmm, that’s why you’re up at the ass-crack of dawn?”

     “What can I say,” Dante rubbed his cheek against the top of your head, “I wanted today to be perfect for my special guy.”

     A loving smile spread across your face as you heard Dante begin to quietly purr, “You didn’t have to do anything for me… Although it is really sweet of you.”

     Dante stood back with his hands on your shoulders, “Of course, I had to! Gives me a reason to take you out on the town and show you off,” he winked with a wide grin.

     You snorted a tired laugh, “That’s cute, Dante,” you moved one of your hands to cup his cheek and stared into his eyes, “How did I get so lucky, hm? My cute lil’ devil~” Dante’s eyes closed as he leaned into your touch; his purring getting noticeably louder. 

     The red devil opened his eyes and gently leaned in to kiss your forehead. He opened his mouth as if he were going to speak before the ringing of the shop's phone stopped him, “Damn it- I have to get that, meet me downstairs?” 

     “Sure,” you smiled at him as he left the doorway. With that, you continued to your original destination; the bathroom. 

     After you finished your typical morning routine, you sauntered down the stairs of the DMC. Dante was sitting at his desk and was still on the phone. 

     “Yes but-- You see-- We--” Dante noticed your presence and shook his head, “I have to go. I’ll call back tomorrow during operating hours, thanks for choosing Devil May Cry!” he hung up the phone before the caller could respond. Dante let out an exaggerated groan and leaned back in his chair.

     You laughed and sat on the edge of his desk, “Thought we were closed today?”

     “That’s what I told ‘em, but of course, people never fuckin’ listen.”

     With a small laugh, you got up. After you moved behind the desk, you yanked out the cord from the phone, “Taking a note from your book.”

     Dante smiled and grabbed your wrists to pull you onto his lap, “Well, I’m glad I taught you somethin’.”

     “Well,” you set your head on his shoulder and whispered into his ear, “There’re other things you’ve taught me too…” you felt Dante shiver as you gently bit his earlobe.

     “Mmm, aren’t you fired up,” he ran his hands down your sides, settling on your hips, “but I’ve got other things in mind first,” Dante’s teeth gently grazed your neck as he gently kissed your soft skin, “you'll have to wait till later.”

     You clicked your tongue in slight disappointment, "You have a brain aneurysm or something? Since when do you not want sex?"

     “Come on,” he gently rubbed his thumbs against your legs, “I promise it’ll be worth the wait~” 

     You pulled back to look at his face and saw him smirking slightly, “Ooo now I’m curious as to what my devil’s got planned,” your fingers slowly groped up his arms and to his shoulders where you let them rest.

     He laughed and smiled widely, “I made sure that this will be the best Valentine’s you ever had.”

     “I quite enjoyed last year,” you unconsciously bit your lip as you remembered last year. How Dante’s rut lined up with the holiday and left you unable to walk for several days.

     “Heh, well you’ve still got to look forward to that in the coming months-” he placed one of his hands on your chest, “Today we are focusing on this.”

     “My tits? You gonna like motorboat me or some shit?”

     “What-- No, I--”

     You snorted, “I’m fucking with you, Dante,” you placed your hand on top of his, “It’s weird seeing you act so romantic .”

     “Oh just you wait,” Dante’s eyes closed as he gave a toothy grin, “It’ll be a night to remember.”

     Seeing how sincere he was brought a warm fluttery feeling to your heart, “Well, what’s the plan then?”

     “What time is it?”

     “Well,” a small laugh left your lips as you looked at the clock up on the wall behind Dante, “It’s still 9:04 AM, the same time it’s been for a few weeks now.”

     The younger twin sighed, “I keep forgetting to fix that…”

     “When I got up,” you ran your fingers through Dante’s hair, “It was like eleven, so probably like eleven-thirty by now..?”

     “Mmn,” Dante leaned his head onto your chest, wanting you to continue petting him, “Well I have to stop by Vergil and Nero… So we’d be leaving around four?”

     “Want me to come with you?” you added your other hand to his hair.

     Dante began to purr slightly, “Nah, I’m just dropping off some job stuff.”

     The two of you sat together for a few minutes. While you were gently running your fingers through his locks, he pulled you as close as he could. His hands firmly rested on your lower back and his face was nuzzling into your chest; enjoying the affection. 

     However, this was short-lived as Dante’s cell phone began to ring. The red devil grumbled and released his hold on you, allowing you to stand up. With a huff, he grabbed the device off his desk; answering it. 

     You wandered over to the fridge and grabbed a drink.

     As you sat on the edge of his desk once more, you saw that Dante was already off the phone, “That was quick,” you raised a brow, “Nero? Or Vergil?”

     Dante stood up, “The kid, asked when I was coming; ‘pparently he’s got plans for today.”

     A smile found its way to your face, “Ooo how cute-- wait,” you cocked your head to the side, “since when does Nero have a partner?”

     The red devil laughed, “Nero doesn’t have one,” he sighed softly, “he’s spending the day with his old man; since neither of them has company.”

     “Really--” you shook your head in disbelief, “That’s actually kinda cute.”

     “It was part of the reason I was dropping this shit off, rather than just letting them see it tomorrow,” he looked over at the photo of Eva on his desk, “figure I should at least see them; especially Verge.”

     “Aw,” you couldn’t help but laugh a bit, “Now that's adorable,” it was then that you noticed Dante looking over at his mother’s photo, “your parents would be happy to see you three getting along.”

     Dante nodded and spoke softly, “Yeah,” he moved his eyes to you and returned to his usual boisterous tone, “I should probably get going; you okay with sittin’ tight for a bit?” he slid on his coat that had been tossed over the back of his chair. Then moved to stand in front of you and held your hands in his.

     “Sure, gives me time to get all prettied up for you,” you winked with a sly grin.

     “I think you look good just like that, darlin’,” he leaned in and kissed your forehead, and placed his head atop yours.

     You pursed your lips and stifled a laugh, “I am not going out in my sleepwear…” you looked down at your shirt. It was an old ratty black t-shirt that you had “borrowed” from your devilish lover… not to mention that you were without pants, as well.

     He leaned back just enough to see your face, “Why not? You look good like this.”

     “Dante,” you shook your head, “If we are going out, pretty sure I need pants.”

     The younger twin just stared into your eyes, fighting an obviously perverse comment. 

     “Cat got your tongue?” you teased, egging him on.

     A small huff left Dante’s nose, “You really are gorgeous, you know that?” his voice was sweet but had an impure feeling laced behind it. 

     “You’re not too bad yourself,” you leaned in brushing your lips against his, “my handsome legendary hunter.”

     Dante smiled as he intertwined himself with your lips. These kisses were slow and sweet. Dante let out a breathy laugh upon feeling you pull him in by his coat, deepening the kiss. His hands held the sides of your hips and he gave you small kitten licks upon your lips; asking for you to open your mouth. 

     A part of you wanted to play hard-to-get and not let him in; however, before you could even decide, Dante had pushed his tongue within the confines of your mouth. While he might not be the most experienced kisser out there, Dante sure as hell knew how to use his split tongue to his advantage. 

     The red devil explored every inch of your cavern. A quiet groan left your lips as he played with your tongue. You were running out of breath, so you tried to leave the kiss but Dante had other plans. He pushed his lips against yours harder, letting out a small rumbling moan. 

     His fingertips began to dig into your hip's soft flesh, surely bound to leave loving bruises. You were beginning to feel light-headed as you gently pushed against his chest, trying to separate from the kiss. Dante allowed you to leave the kiss and moved to kiss your jawline. You took in a loud large breath. 

     Dante’s kisses began to wander down your neck and to your shoulder. All the while, he began to lean you backwards onto the desk. He began to nibble against your skin, not quite hard enough to leave marks but enough that you could feel it. You wrapped your legs around his waist and ran your hands along his back, kneading as hard as you could against his strong back. 

     “Ngh, Dante~” you squirmed under his weight.

     The red devil stopped his small bites and moved back to your lips, continuing his slow sloppy kisses from earlier. Once satisfied with how aroused he got you, he leaned back up and gave you a sly devilish grin.

     He slowly eyed you up and down before speaking, “We’ll have to save the rest for later,” he winked.

     With a pout, you removed your legs from his body, “You fucker…”

     “Mm not right now,” he helped you sit upright, “I will be later though.”

     You rolled your eyes, “You really are mean, you know that?”

     Dante’s grin turned wider as he patted the top of your head, “You're the one who decided to date a devil--not the smartest choice."

     "Oh trust me, the perks outweigh the cons," you sighed and reached forward to fix his coat, “You best hurry along-- Don’t need Nero killing you on Valentine’s.”

     “I’ll be back soon, okay?” he leaned forward and kissed you on the top of the head, “Then it’s date time.”

     You couldn’t help but smile at his beaming face, “I can’t wait.”

     With that, Dante turned to leave; grabbing his phone from the desk and waltzing out the front door.

     4 o'clock quickly came and went; it was now approaching 6 pm and you were starting to get concerned. It was quite common for Dante to get carried away with talking and just overall enjoying spending time with others, but you figured that he would’ve been back by now. Dante spending time with his family (especially Vergil) without fighting is a rarity, so you did your best to leave him be--only texting him a few times to figure out what was going on and if he was okay. A part of you wanted to call him but you figured that would be too much. 

     You’d been waiting on the couch for nearly an hour. A loud exasperated sigh left your lips as you leaned forward. You had showered and gotten all dressed up for your date and were getting uncomfortable in your "fancy" clothes. Not having anything better to do, you decided to see if the jukebox was going to work today. You selected a track, “Devils Never Cry” (one of Dante’s favorites), and were pleasantly surprised when it worked.

     With that, you then grabbed some darts from the desk and began to half-ass through them at the board. You were bored enough that you challenged yourself to a game of 501; keeping track of two amounts at once. 

     “Fucking-- Where are you, Dante?!” you growled as you yanked the darts from the board, finishing your third game, “That’s it,” you pulled out your phone and called him.

     No answer.

     You tried again.

     Still nothing.

     With an irritated click of your tongue, you decided to shoot Nero a text; asking if he can send Dante back. 

     Surprisingly, Nero responded pretty quickly saying, “Dante left like an hour ago? He’s not back?”

     You went pale and nearly dropped your phone at the sound of your ringtone. It was Nero.

     The moment you answered, Nero spoke, “Hey, Dante’s still not back?”

     “I haven’t seen him since he left earlier,” you felt a sinking fearful feeling settle in your gut, “I’m kinda starting to worry.”

     Before Nero responded, someone else (presumably Vergil) yelled something at Nero that you couldn’t make out. Then the teal devil returned to your call, “Vergil said that Dante was stopping somewhere on the way back; whatever that means…” 

     With a heavy sigh, you mumbled, “Alright- I guess I’ll give him a bit longer. Thanks, Nero.”

     You went to hang up but heard him yell, “Hey wait--”

     “Hm?” you put the phone back to your ear.

     “Let me know if like, he’s not home soon-- Vergil and I can go find him.”

     A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, “Sure, can do.”

     “Well… Take care and uh… Happy Valentine’s…” 

     “Mhm, you too Nero,” you both hung up.

     Another fifteen minutes passed and you were slowly nodding off on Dante’s desk; leaning forward in his chair and your face on the tabletop.

     You had thought about what Vergil could’ve meant, “Dante probably stopped by Lady and Trish,” you sighed through your nose. 

     Despite knowing how stupid it was, you couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous about the three’s friendship. When you first joined the DMC, you thought they were in a poly-relationship with each other; only to find out that they were just work partners. 

     A quiet distant bitter thought pricked at the edges of your mind, “Maybe he decided to spend the holiday with them instead…” your brow furrowed at the thought, “He seemed so excited this morning…”

     Another sigh left your nose as you tried to focus on the now jukebox’s music to drown out those toxic thoughts. That’s when you heard the front door open.

     “Hey sunshine, I’m back!” a loud happy voice called. 

     However, you didn’t look up and just stayed with your head down on the desk, grumbling in response, “Welcome back.”

     You could hear Dante’s pout as he walked over to the desk, “I know, I know… I didn’t mean to be gone that long, I’m sorry,” he placed a hand lightly on your head.

     “Where have you been,” you picked up your head to look at him, “I was getting worried…”

     He avoided your gaze, “Well… I stopped at Vergil and Nero’s and chatted for a while. I would’ve been home sooner, but,” he sighed and had a dejected look on his face, “I called to double-check some reservations that I swear to God that I made; like I even called Vergil cause I know that I told him and the fucking place said that I didn't and I--”

     You grabbed his hand, “Hey, Hey-- Dante, slow down.”

     “Shit, sorry,” he took a deep breath and let out an even louder sigh than before, “I made reservations for us to go to one of those fancy restaurants where you get to watch like a musical or some shit while you eat and… and when I called to double-check the time, they said they have no record of my reservation. So I went there and tried to talk to someone in person and they said without a receipt we can't help you… then I asked if there were any open seats at any time and they said no and I just…” his voice trailed off.

     “Oh…” you didn’t know how to respond. Dante was a lot angrier about this than he was letting on; signified by his hand being so hot that you had to let go of it. 

     “I’m sorry, babe,” his eyes were filled with a pang of deep sadness as he looked at you with a frown.

     “Hey,” you stood up and walked over to the front of the desk, standing in front of him, “It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” you gently hugged him, “It’s the thought that counts and besides,” you felt him wrap his arms around you and purr slightly, “I’ve still got the best Valentine I could ask for.” 

     Dante took a slow breath and leaned further into the hug, speaking in a hushed whisper, “I wanted this year to be special…”

     “We can still go out,” you smiled, “Isn’t that pizza parlor that knows you by name open today? We could go there.”

     A small huff of a laugh left Dante’s lips as he began to unconsciously knead his hands against your shoulder blades, “You sure you’d be okay with that? It’s not exactly fine dining .”

     You stood back a bit so you could look at him, “I’m sure, plus,” your smile widened, “We don't have to mingle with those rich assholes.”

     Dante laughed and looked down at you, “Good point… shall we then?”

     “Of course, lead the way, legendary devil hunter,” you winked at him as he shook his head.

     You quickly sent Nero a text that said Dante returned safe and sound. Then turned off the lights and grabbed your coat. With a laugh and wide smiles, the two of you headed out. 

     Both of you waved goodbye at the parlor workers as they yelled their goodbyes. Once out the door, Dante grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. The two of you decided to take a small detour on the way home and walk through the park. As the two of you began to move down the sidewalk, you thought about how Dante is the only person that the parlor called by name.

     You laughed, “I still can’t believe they know you by name, it surprises me every time.”

     “Been ordering there since it opened,” Dante awkwardly smiled, “I know that I had a pretty lengthy tab open there at one point.”

     You did a double-take, “Since when do restaurants do that?”

     “Well,” Dante sighed and shook his head, “I was a regular before the whole Vergil thing when we were younger, so when I came back all sorts of uh… messed up; Pop’s let me open a tab.”

     You looked over at Dante, “Oh-- I- I’m sorry, I didn’t--”

     “Don’t worry about it,” he looked over to you, "Vergil and I talked about… things today… As horrible as all of it was… at least we got Nero out of it; so there's a thin silver lining to it."

     "Oh?" you thought for a moment, "I can't imagine you two talking things through," you smiled at the thought, "It really is the best Valentine’s ever."

     "Yeah, it was pretty funny though," Dante laughed to himself, "I made fun of Vergil for making Nero on Valentine’s, which Verge didn't care about but Nero? Fuck- the kid damn near killed me."

     Your voice was laced with heavy sarcasm as you snorted a laugh, "I wonder why."

     The two of you continued towards the park in comfortable silence. As you did, you found yourself wandering in your thoughts. 

     It wasn't often that the two of you went out on a date; demons never sleep which means the hunt is never truly over. When you do get a brief moment of slice and get to go out, you always become hyper-aware of how Dante was leagues above you.

     You always notice how the majority of people check Dante out--some have even asked him out with you right next to him. Dante obviously declined their advances every time by showing you some hardcore PDA. A smile tugged at your lips at the thought; of how Dante is yours and you are his. 

     The two of you entered the park. It was a small nature walk-type place, that doubled as a bird reserve.

     "You know, if I remember correctly" Dante’s eyes creased as he smiled, "our first date was here in the park."

     Your face mimicked his with a large smile, "It was… I'm also pretty sure that we got attacked by some stray demons during that date, too."

     "Ye-p!" Dante laughed and stopped turning to you, "Still the best date of my life."

     Playfully, you hit his chest, "I got tossed around like a sack of potatoes and broke my fuckin arm."

     He moved his hands to the small of your back, "Gave me an excuse to spend more time with you."

     You rolled your eyes and laughed. Your hands found their way to his chest and grabbed his coat gently, "You mean 'mother hen' me for a week?"

     "I did not…"

     "Dante, you tried to join me in the bathroom because you were scared I'd hurt myself…"

     The red devil pouted slightly, "You could've!" he pulled you into a hug.

     "It'll be a cold day in Hell when I need help in the bathroom from being injured," you sighed contently, "besides that part, it was pretty nice… Plus, with me being injured we were alone. Just you and me with the whole shop to ourselves for nearly a week…"

     "Yeah…" Dante began to purr softly, "We have it to ourselves again--for tonight at least."

     You raised a brow, "Vergil staying with Nero?"

     Dante nodded, "Mhm, I asked him to…"

     "You didn't have to," you looked up at him, "but at least now we don't have a curfew…"

     Dante laughed, "Well--" he stopped. You felt his body stiffen and look around. 

     "Dante?" you let go of the hug, thinking that you'd jinxed yourself about being attacked.

     However, all you saw were a few other couples and some birds. It seemed like Dante was staring at one of the couples in particular. Confused, you went to ask him what was up when you heard his throat bubble up a small snarl. 

     "Hey," you grabbed his arm, "everything okay?"

     Dante looked down at you and then back at the couple, "Fucking assholes…"

     “What?” your brow furrowed harshly, “You know them?”

     His lip twitched as he spoke, his gaze not leaving the pair, “No.”

     “Okay-y..?” your grip tightened on his arm, “Then what is it?”

     Dante turned to you, “Kiss me.”

     “... What?”

     “You heard me, kiss me. ”

     Although you were confused, you shrugged and leaned into Dante. Your lover grabbed you with both his hands and pulled you as close as he could. The kiss was as aggressive as it was passionate. The red devil’s lips were burning--damn near literally--and the growling had only intensified. 

     You raised your brow in surprise and made a small gasp as Dante began to lean you back. Seizing the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Only once you were dizzy from lack of air, did Dante break off the kiss. 

     However, he kept you leaning back and had his forehead against yours. His turquoise eyes stared into yours as you noticed one of his ears twitch from the corner of your eye. 

     Whispering, you spoke, “You hear something?”

     With a volume matching yours, Dante nuzzled his nose against yours, “Yeah, don’t worry about it; I made my point…”

     That’s when you looked over to the pair that Dante had been glaring at before; they were leaving. Dante leaned you back up and pulled you into a tight embrace. 

     “What did they say?” you heard his growling begin to turn into purring.

     “Just some fucking stupid shit,” he shook his head and grumbled quietly, “Why does it matter who’s in my bed, huh?”

     “Ah…” you sighed. Although it was always deserved, Dante had gotten into fights with people over them saying homophobic things about the two of you, thankfully tonight he opted for love rather than violence. You turned to look up at him, resting the underside of your chin on his chest, “You know, I wouldn’t mind being in your bed right about now~” you gave him a wink and you felt his chest vibrate as he laughed quietly.

     He looked down at you from the bottom of his eyes, “Good thing the shop’s empty,” Dante let go of the hug and, before you could react, swept you up off your feet; holding you from under the thighs. His voice was barely audible as he leaned into your ear, “cause I’m gonna have you screaming by the end of tonight.”

     Your face turned bright red and with a shaky voice, you whispered back, “Mhm, sure you are; good luck with that, Dante.”

     Dante chuckled darkly at your response, “I won't stop till you do, darlin’. ”

     A shiver ran up your spine, which he noticed and smirked at you. Dante carried you the rest of the way to the shop--totally not speed-walking and excited to get home. 

     Once in the door, all restraint was gone. Dante slammed your back against the wall right inside the doorway and began to make out with you; doing his best to lock the door in the process. Your hands made quick work of his coat, tossing it to the floor, and began to tug at his shirt. He smirked at your eagerness and moved to allow you to take off his fabric confines. 

     A small groan left his lips as you groped at his arms and chest. He moved you two to the desk, placing your back against the wood. Despite your willingness to remove your clothing, Dante decided to rip off your shirt; shredding it to ribbons. Before you could tell him off for ruining another one of your shirts, he moved to bite down on your chest, “Fuck~!” you bit your lip attempting to stifle your moan.

     You arched your back as he bit down harder and harshly grabbed generous handfuls of your ass. Once he was satisfied with the first bite, he moved to bite the other side--biting down even harder. 

     Not expecting him to pierce your flesh, you jerked your hips and pursed your lips to hold back another moan. 

     He released his teeth’s grip on your skin and gently placed kitten licks against the bleeding loving mark. Then he moved to kiss up your neck and whispered in a low husky voice, “You really are gonna play that game, hm?” he tugged your earlobe a bit. 

     “Mhm,” you heard him make a faint growling grumble at your response.

     “Fine, have it your way…” Dante picked you up and took you up to the bedroom. 

     Standing a few feet away, he tossed you on the bed; making you bounce. Dante slid off his boots and yanked your shoes off before pinning you underneath him again, “Sure you wanna play this game, darlin’?” his eyes were emanating a low fiery orange and his pupils were already slits. 

     “You want me to scream, Dante?” you grabbed his arms and looked him dead in the eyes, “ Then make me. ”

     He shifted his jaw to the side while eyeing you up and down before grinning slightly.

     Dante reconnected with your lips and leaned his hips into yours; grinding your matching tents together. Your fingers were pressed against his body as you slid your hands down to his belt. A grumble left your lips as you struggled with his belt buckle; making him chuckle. Dante leaned upward and undid the belt for you. Before you were able to move and get a taste of the devil’s flesh, he grabbed your hands and tied them with his belt.

     “There,” he smirked as you pouted slightly, “Sit still and be a good boy for me..?”

     “Since when do you not want head--” you inhaled sharply as you felt Dante’s burning palm against your clothed cock.

     “Tonight…” with a swift movement he tore your pants from your body, “is all about you,” he kissed your lips gently. 

     His hands massaged the sides of your hips as he slowly slid down to kneel before you.

     “Wait,” you pulled your hips away from him slightly, “Dante--as much as I love you--last time you tried to… you kinda,” you winced at the memory.

     Dante stood up, pursed his lips, and mumbled, “Fair, I don’t wanna make your dick bleed…” 

     “So,” you motioned with your hands, “Allow me..?”

     “No, change of plans,” he picked you up and flipped you onto your stomach.

     “Dante--” you felt his hand gently palm your ass.

     “Hm?” he noticed your sudden apprehension.

     “If… If you’re going to try what I think you are… Can I at least like,” you were beyond embarrassed as you sighed, “like freshen up?”

     You looked over your shoulder and saw him tilt his head slightly, clearly confused. 

     “Just,” you stood up and held your hands out, “please? It’ll only take a minute.”

     “Sure..?” he undid the makeshift restraint, still a bit confused (bless his innocent dumbass).

     With a small smile, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and quickly went to wash up in the bathroom. 

     Dante used this small downtime to try and find lube; since he may have tossed it somewhere during your last loving session.

     “Bingo,” Dante bent down and grabbed it from a pile of discarded clothing in the corner. The red devil went over to the bedside table, placing it down for later.

     Hearing you re-enter the room, Dante moved over to you, “So…” he smiled, “You good..?”

     You nodded and pursed your lips, “You sure you’re okay with doing that? I--”

     “Of course I am…” the red devil placed his hands on your shoulders, “It’ll be fun,” he winked.

     With an audible swallow, you nodded, “Okay.” 

     “Now, where were we~?” Dante moved his hands down your body and leaned into you. 

     The two of you exchanged kisses once more. You pulled off his gloves and got Dante to drop his pants; leaving him in his rose-patterned boxers. All the while, the two of you meandered over to the bed. Once there, Dante broke off the kiss and grabbed the belt off the bed. With a smirk, you turned around and placed your hands behind you rather than in front like before; curious to see if he would try it. Which he did; however, you didn’t expect him to tie your forearms together.

     Once you were nice and comfortably tied, Dante picked you up and tossed you face down into the bedding. You trembled as you felt his fingers glide up your back as he leaned over your back. 

     His hot breath tickled your ear as he ground himself lightly against you, “You drive me nuts, you know that?” 

     You smiled as you felt him kiss the nape of your neck, “Do I now?” 

     With his voice barely audible, Dante whispered against your shoulder, “More than anything, sugar,” his sharp teeth bit down into your shoulder as he ground his hips against yours.

     A loud exhale came from your nose as you managed to keep quiet, much to the red devil’s dismay. Slowly, he kissed down your spine; stopping every once in a while to leave a hickey or bite mark. You felt his breath against the small of your back causing you to shiver. 

     He stood up and slid his fingers into your underwear. The red devil bit his lip as he freed you from your final bit of clothing. A sharp gasp left your mouth as he hit your ass with his palm. You shook your head and did your best to stifle any other noises while he harshly groped and played with your ass. 

     Dante grunted a bit, “You really are playing hardball tonight, huh?” you looked over your shoulder at him and he smiled, “Alright, fine…” you saw him open the side table drawer as your breath hitched. 

     The red devil leaned over you and used your tied arms to pull your body upwards. A thick maroon leather collar got wrapped around your neck. Dante smirked as he tightened it enough to give you a small buzz, then loosened it--clasping it shut. A shiver ran up your spine as you heard the click from the leash’s clip being used. 

     “Ass up,” he tugged on the leash, “Now.”. 

     Despite his confident words; Dante’s leash pull was far from anything more than a suggestion. The two of you tried out the collar a few times--which, for the record, was Dante’s idea to try--but every time, he always is too nice… 

     You decided that was going to change tonight, “ No. ”

     Dante froze and squinted at you. He pulled the leash again and this time he pulled hard enough to yank your head back, “Move,” his voice was laced with a small growl, making you quiver with excitement.

     A sly smirk tugged at your lips as you compiled, moving to rest in a downward dog position. 

     “Good boy,” Dante released some tension on the lead and placed a kiss on your ass. 

     His lips were hot as they placed kisses on your lower back and butt. A part of you wanted to beg him to hurry up, but you knew that’s what he was trying to get you to do; so you remained quiet. Dante’s teeth gently grazed your soft flesh as he used his free hand to grab a generous handful of the other cheek. 

     You did your best to relax, even though your body was twitching and aching for attention. A quiet groan left your mouth as you felt him spread your flesh apart. Dante bit his lip and felt a shiver go down his spine. 

     He ran his tongue along your crack, making you lurch forward slightly; which, in turn, made you pull against the leash--making you moan. You could feel Dante smirk at your reaction as he continued his ministrations. His body and mouth were burning hot as he pushed further against your ass. 

     A small grimace found its way to your face as you did your best to stay quiet, but goddamn Dante was making it hard.

     His tongue was moving against two different spots of your rim; courtesy of his two-way split. Along with that, he used his free hand to gently and carefully stroke your cock. Dante moved from your hole to the flesh of your right cheek, giving you a hickey on the sensitive skin.

     Through gritted teeth, you moaned, “Dante, fuck~” 

     You felt his hot breath wash over your ass as he smiled, “Does it feel good?”

     “Yeah,” your voice trembled as you responded, slowly losing your will to stay quiet.

     “Good,” he placed a kiss on the newly formed bruise, “That’s what I want to hear.”

     Dante moved back to your crack as he ran his tongue along it and used his nose as well. His stubble tickled at the skin of your body making you quiver. He returned to his earlier treatment of your needy hole; however, this time, he moved his tongue faster against the sensitive folds. 

     “Ngh,” your breath was heavy as you tried to stay composed, “God~”

     Once satisfied with the results, Dante moved to the left cheek and gave it the same treatment as the other side; leaving a loving mark. 

     He pulled back on the leash, “Up.”

     You sat upwards, sitting on your calves.

     Dante placed kisses along your neck and held your body snug to his; grinding his still-clothed cock against your back. His free hand ghosted around your lower abdomen; not quite reconnecting with your aching dick. You grumbled something too quiet for Dante to hear.

     “Gotta speak up, baby,” he sunk his teeth into a new spot on your neck.

     “Fuck~!” your head leaned back.

     He smirked and proceeded to create another one and then another; enjoying the sounds of his victory. 

     With a jerk of your hips, you let out an unrestrained moan, “Dante, please~”

     “Please what, darlin’?” Dante kissed your jawline.

     “I yield, just,” you felt his cock twitch against your back, “please!”

     “Gotta be more specific baby,” he placed tepid kisses along your bitten-up neck and shoulder.

     “Please, just… fuck me,” your voice was strained and you wriggled against your restraints. 

     He stopped his kisses and you could feel him smile against your skin, “Since you asked so nicely…” A surprised squeak left your lips as he pushed you forwards, putting you back face down into the bed. Dante reached for the bottle of lube he had placed on the side table, opening it. 

     He released his hold on the leash as he moved to take off his final bit of clothing. Quickly, he used his dexterous fingers to stretch you out enough for his cock; seems like he was just as excited as you. 

     “You ready?” Dante grabbed the leash again. 

     You nodded.

     Dante yanked on the leash, “Didn’t quite hear you.”

     “Y-yes s-sir,” you sputtered at the sudden quick squeeze from the leather on your throat.

     “Good boy…”

     The red devil bit his lip as he positioned his dick with your entrance, teasing you with his tip.

     After a minute, you broke, “Please, Dante,” you desperately groaned, “fuck me- I need you.”

     He let out a low breathy chuckle. Seeing you so desperate for him made him want to annihilate your body; to shove himself inside you, taking him all the way down to the hilt, and watch you struggle to adjust. Dante bit his lip at the thought as he grabbed your hips tightly. A strangled snarl left his lips as he fought the urge to ram you and slowly inched his way inside your hole. 

     You groaned at the feeling of his thick cock stretching your insides. This part was always the hardest; between trying to take him in and having to wait for your body to adjust, it was excruciating. Getting impatient, Dante pushed the remaining few inches inside you.

     “Fuck-!” you gritted your teeth and let out a shaky breath, “Dante, just…” your breath was heavy, “give me a minute…”

     He bit his lip and spoke with a low husky growl, “Yeah…” his breath was heavy as he fought with himself to stay composed.

     After a minute, you rocked your hips back into Dante’s. The red devil smiled as he moved in slow short increments before pulling out to the tip and slamming back into your hips; jolting you forward slightly.

     You gave a sputtering moan in response; which only encouraged him to do it again. Dante’s pace was hard and fast, pushing you forward with every brutal thrust of his hips. Trying to keep yourself at a respectable volume, you buried your face into the bedding; which Dante did not like. He yanked on the leash making you arch your head upwards, allowing him to hear every sound you made. 

     With a distorted growl of a voice, Dante smugly commented, “I want to hear you submit."

     A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice; knowing exactly what that tone means. As quick as the thought came, it disappeared at him changing his pattern. His movement became short and hard, you knew Dante was getting close. 

     "Dante," you groaned and he pulled you up by the leash and your arms, making you sit on his lap, "Ngh~ Dante, please," you ground your hips against him, making him groan in return.

     His mouth gently placed kisses along your neck and shoulders as he picked up the pace again. Dante held you by your restrained arms and leaned you forward a bit. You jerked your hips as he managed to hit what he was aiming for--your prostate. 

     He released the leash and leaned forwards into you, keeping his dick at the right angle. A warm calloused hand found its way to your dick and began to gently stroke your cock, using your precum as a lubricant.

     You knocked your head back into his shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around your middle, holding you close, “Ah, Dante~” you felt him sink his teeth into your shoulder once more, “Please~” 

     All you got in response was an unintelligible growl. 

     After a few more uneven thrusts, Dante came inside your ass, “Fuck~!” your legs and hips twitched as you orgasmed.

      With slow movements, he rode out both of your climaxes and released his bite. His breathing was uneven as he laid his head against the side of yours, saying various forms of “I love you”. 

     Once you stopped twitching, Dante removed his cock and let go of your arms; allowing you to lay back down. You felt him undo the belt on your arms allowing you to move them, finally.

     Dante helped turn you over and laid atop you and unclipped the leash--tossing it to the side. He was purring slightly; however, you noticed an odd feeling down towards your hips. 

     Your voice was hoarse as you spoke, “Dante..?”

     “Hm,” he nuzzled his face into your chest, his skin still hot as burning coals. 

     A shaky breath left your lips as you swallowed nervously, “You’re still hard?”

     Dante moved his head to look you in the eyes, which you noticed were still his Devil Trigger color, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.”

     You weakly groped at his biceps, “I can go another round; it is Valentine’s after all…”

     This comment made Dante move to prop himself up on his palms that were placed on each side of you, “You… you sure? I don’t want to overdo… you .”

     A soft smile tugged at your lips, “Of course, devil-boy,” you winked, “show me what you’ve got.”

     Dante sloppily kissed your lips as your hands moved from his arms to his hair. You knew that playing with his hair was a surefire way to get him riled up and today was no exception. 

     Your lover broke off the kiss and stared you in the eyes, “Last chance, babe. I won’t hold it--”

     Lovingly you pulled his hair, making his lip twitch with a growl. 

     He sat upright on his knees and allowed himself to let go. Seeing him trigger was always a treat, the bright red flash and the sudden increase in heat is as arousing as it is terrifying. You stared at him with your lips parted slightly and reached to run your hands along his middle; eyeing him slowly down to his exposed grey and orange cock. 

     The red devil leaned back over you, “Like what you see?” he smiled, revealing his sharpened teeth and spreading his wings out; boasting confidently. 

     You bit your lip and ran your hand slowly back up to the sides of his neck, “Mmn, yeah…”

     He pushed your jaw up with his head and kissed along your throat as his hands slowly ran down your sides, kneading into your skin. 

     With a voice barely audible, you whispered, “I love you, Dante…”

     A small laugh left the devil’s lips as he moved back to look at you, “I love you, too,” you jerked your hips at the feeling of his hand around your cock, “my little cock-whore.”

     You rocked your hips against him, “Only for you--” you gasped as Dante yanked your legs upwards, allowing them to rest on his hips.

     Dante leaned back fully and looked you over. He then removed his hand from your cock and placed it on his own, stroking himself slightly while looking at you.

     Once more you buckled your hips, “Please?”

     His stare was heavy as he looked at your face and, without breaking eye contact, he moved his tip to your hole. The red devil’s cum from earlier acted as lube as he pushed his tip inside you.

     A sudden sharp gasping moan left your lips as you felt him shove all 10 ½ inches inside. Your back arched and your mind was reeling at the feeling. Dante grinned widely as he watched your reaction and began to move without waiting. 

     It didn’t take long for Dante to reach the same brutal pace as before; making your ass squelch from the cum already inside you. Your mind was blank as all you could do was moan and speak unintelligible gibberish at the feeling. He decided to take this up a notch. Dante grabbed your hips and picked you up; moving to a standing position.

     “Dante,” you grabbed at his body; wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders, groaning at the hot leathery skin.

     The red devil growled feeling your wrap yourself around him. His wings wrapped around you, holding your body closer still. It was pure nirvana. All you wanted to do was feel him more, to be made his. 

     Dante’s thrusts became animalistic as he fucked up into you, hiking you up slightly with each move. He began to tease you with his knot, slowly pushing it further each time; you knew he was getting close. With the little bit of strength you had left in your body, you used one hand to reach up and grab one of the large black horns on his head. 

     That pushed him over the edge; he used his hands to shove your hips down onto his cock and forced his knot inside you. You shouted as your body jerked at the feeling; followed by your head leaning back limply, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

     The red devil let out a loud roar of a climax and pierced your hips with his claws, gripping them ever-tighter. A small whimper left Dante’s lips as he felt your muscles constrict his cock.

     Despite him still being buried to the hilt, cum had already begun to drip from your ass and to the floor. You carefully placed your forehead against his and placed both your palms on his chest, feeling the rumble of his breathing. The two of you shared a gentle kiss--one without lust or need, but rather, one of pure love. 

     A few minutes passed as you felt him slowly begin to slide out of your body. Dante slowly de-triggered; starting with his head and torso and ending with the furthest things from his body. 

     Your hips involuntarily jerked at the feeling of his wings no longer supporting you and the feeling of his cock finally leaving you. Dante moved his hands to grab onto you better, “Easy, easy; I’ve got you,” he moved you back to the bed and laid you down gently. 

     A small pang of pride touched his heart as he saw how submissive he had made you and removed the long-forgotten collar around your neck. With a small sweet kiss on your cheek, Dante whispered, “I’ll be right back for you, okay?” with that, he left the room to go draw a bath. 

     Admittedly, right now you were pretty out of it so his words didn’t even register. Your blinking had slowed to the point of you being on the verge of a nap when he returned. 

     He smiled at the sight, “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he picked you up, which pulled you right out of your sleepy state and made you hiss in slight pain, “Sorry,” Dante placed a kiss on your forehead.

     The water was warm as he set you down in the tub. He joined you in the water and you gave him a meek smile as you tried desperately to stay awake. Noticing this, Dante grabbed one of your hands, “You can nap, darlin’. I’ll take care of you,” he didn’t have to tell you twice as you drifted to sleep.

     When he finished cleaning your body and tending to some of the more intense love marks he left; Dante picked you up once more; this time, he picked you up bridal style. Just like before, you woke up. 

     The red devil didn’t seem to notice; however, so you reached up to his face and palmed it gently. He smiled and leaned into your touch. Carefully, he set you down in bed and, after turning off the lights, joined you underneath the sheets.

     Although you were exhausted, you managed to wriggle yourself closer to him. The two of you were laying face to face; or rather, face to chest. You looked up at Dante, “I love you,” you sighed and closed your eyes, “so, so much, Dante…”

     He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, purring with pure happiness, “I love you, too… Happy Valentine’s baby…”

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Ending Notes: 💟Holy crap that was long. Admittedly, this would've been done yesterday but I was having a really bad day; so this kinda thing was not a good idea to write. 💟Please let me know if y'all liked this; I am still working on improving my smut writing skills, so any feedback would be great!! 💟Also, enjoy this happy story because the next ones (which are like 99% Vergil-related) are angst mixed with other things.

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Mafiafell Sans X Reader Probably Incorrect Quotes

Sans: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?  Y/N: It was autocorrect.  Sans: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?  Y/N: Yes.

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Sans: Y/N is playing hard to get.  Sans: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

~~~ Sans: *angrily presses Y/N against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!  Y/N: ...  Y/N: Are we about to kiss-

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Sans: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-  Y/N: I wrote you a poem.  Sans, already crying:You did?

~~~ Y/N: The stars are so beautiful...  Sans: They're just giant balls of gas.  Y/N: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-  Sans: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.  Y/N: Oh...

~~~ Y/N: What are you in the mood for?  Sans: World domination.  Y/N: That's a bit ambitious.  Sans: You are my world.  Y/N: Aww...  Sans:  Y/N:  Sans:  Y/N: OH.

~~~ Sans: Did it hurt when you fell-  Y/N: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-  Sans: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.  Y/N: ...  Sans: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

~~~ Y/N: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Sans is? Because Sans is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

~~~ Sans walking into the kitchen and seeing all the limes peeled: Y/N, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.  Y/N, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

~~~ Y/N: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.  Sans: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

~~~ Sans: Is something burning?  Y/N, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.  Sans: Y/N, the toaster is literally on fire. ~~~ Y/N: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.  Sans: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?  Y/N: Seize the dick.

~~~ Sans: Where are you going?  Y/N: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!  Sans: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!  Papyrus, knowing full well that Sans got Y/N an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

~~~ Y/N: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way?  Sans: Excuse me Mx. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you?  Papyrus: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

~~~ *at 3am*  Papyrus: *runs into Sans’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!  Sans: *wakes up* Wha-!  Papyrus: *cackles*  Y/N: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind Sans* What the fuck, man?  Papyrus: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-

~~~ Papyrus: Hey, what’s up?  Sans: The sky.  Papyrus: No, I meant like, what are you doing?  Sans: Oh, Y/N.  Y/N: *highfives Sans* Nice!

~~~ Papyrus: I like your top, Y/N!  Sans: I have a name, you know.  Y/N: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

~~~ Papyrus: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with Sans recently.  Y/N: No, Papyrus, it's not what it looks like, I swear.  Papyrus: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?  Y/N: No! You’re the only one for me.  Papyrus: Is that so?  Y/N: I promise! Sans and I are just dating, okay? They’re my partner.  Papyrus: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved?  Y/N: You are still my one and only best friend! They’re just the love of my life, nothing more!  Papyrus: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right?  Y/N: Of course bro!  Papyrus: Bro...  Sans: What the-

~~~ Y/N, looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top?  Papyrus: Sans's in the kitchen.

~~~ Papyrus: Sans doesn’t deserve you.  Papyrus: If they don't treat you right by now, you're gone.  Y/N: I'm gone.  Papyrus: Now go chop their dick off.

~~~ Sans: Are you a painting?  Y/N: What-?  Sans: Because I want to pin you to a wall.  Papyrus: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG THEM OR SOMETHING-

~~~ Gaster: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.  Papyrus: I sleep with a knife.  Y/N: Both of you are pathetic.  Gaster: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?  Y/N: Sans.

~~~ Gaster: *about Sans and Y/N* They make a cute couple, huh?  Papyrus: They certainly are standing next to each other.

~~~ Gaster: What’s the announcement, Y/N?  Y/N: It’s a lecture. Papyrus’s gonna tell us everything they know about sex.  Sans: It should be an enjoyable 60 seconds.

~~~ Y/N: This food is too hot... I cant eat it.  Sans: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.  Everyone at the table: *silence*  Papyrus: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!  Gaster: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

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Sans: Y/N! I can't do this stupid math!  Y/N: What’s the math problem?  Sans: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don’t multiply.  Gaster, covering Papyrus's ears, while Y/N smacks Sans upside the head: Not going to lie that was hella smooth.

~~~ Papyrus: Y/N, you'll be working with Gaster and Sans.  Y/N: Alright! My fantasy threesome!  Everyone else: *blank stares*  Y/N: ...Of people on a team.

~~~ Papyrus: Do you love Sans?  Y/N: Yeah, I do.  Papyrus: Gaster! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!  Gaster: We all love Sans. You should've asked if they were IN love with them.  Y/N: I thought that was implied.  Gaster: ...  Papyrus: ...  Y/N, looking straight at Gaster: Congrats Papyrus, you just won 100 bucks.

~~~ Y/N: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.  Papyrus: Throw rocks at he.  Sans: Hot Dogs.  Gaster: Kill him.  Y/N: Thanks guys.

~~~ Papyrus: Why do you look like that?  Y/N, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?  Papyrus: Like you’re dead.  Y/N: It’s because I’m dying. Leave me here to perish.  Gaster: Y/N accidentally called Sans “babe” in front of everyone today.  Y/N: *sobs into the floor*

~~~ Sans: That's ridiculous, Y/N doesn't have a crush on me.  Papyrus: Yes they do.  Gaster: Yes they do.  Y/N: Yes I do.

~~~ Sans: I love you.  Y/N: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.  *Sans and Y/N kiss passionately*  Papyrus, to Gaster: You owe me 20 dollars.