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bigboipyromaniac · 27 days ago

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DoomGuy X Gn! Reader

Summary: basically comforting the Doom man because he's been through it honestly fr.

Authors note: I've literally never written fanfiction in my entire life, so sorry if this is shit and uh.. if there are any spelling errors there's no excuse it's all on me im just a dumb fuck lol ENJOY!

(warnings: mentions of Flynn's past, blood, death, and gore.. though hopefully you know that given this is the doom universe... takes place sometime during eternal you can decide when and flashback is in italics by the by)

look at his fucking eyes he's so pretty oh my fucking god

At the doom fortress, above the place you used to call home you sat at the desk that was in the main room, a small lamp lighting the work space as you tinkerd with one of the Slayers shoulder canons, it had been damaged when an Imp had gotten a bit too close, it's claws had damaged the weapon beyond use causing it to not properly fire, so being the mechanic that you are you'd offerd to work on it while he did his missions and seeing that he was busy most days with the whole saving the world deal, you had gladly helped him where you could.

It was the deal you both made after he found you on earth when you had nearly became another victim of the demonic plauge when a Pinky had nearly ripped open your stomach with it's claws, he gave you a place to stay while you fix up either his equipment and or the fortress itself when he couldn't and was busy ripping and tearing the demonic forces of hell (which was most days.)

Headphones sat atop your head as you carefully screwd a bolt into the cold metal, music softly played blocking any sound from the outside world, unbeknownst to you, the portal behind you came to life as the Slayer stepped into the base. Armor coverd in blood and his body slightly trembling, the mission had gone good as they usually would, though as he stood there his body shook with heavy breaths and his mind racing as the memories of today rushed back at him at top speed.

It had been a pretty simple mission, destroy a gore nest that had gotten a bit bigger than a normal nest would making him take nearly two days to fully clear it out, though that wasn't what was wrong with him, why he felt like every breath he took was getting harder and harder to get out, why his hart felt like it was simultaneously going to beat out of his chest or if it was going to dead stop if he was overwhelmed with one more thing.

The air was heavy as Flynn made his way through the blood soaked ground, buildings that were either completely demolished and or left barly standing litterd the area around him, flames that had probably been buring for days danced around casting wild shadows and the bodies of demons laid broken and unrecognizable on the floor. As he came to a stop Vega's voice softly rang out in his helmet, "another job well done sir, the gore nest is now 100% cleared, I am not finding anymore life signals from any demons near by, I will have a portal ready for you shortly." A huff came from the Slayer as he put his shotgun away. His muscles slightly aching from the long nearly two days of nonstop fighting demons and running around to grab extra supplies to bring back to the base. Looking around at the apocalyptic scean around him he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of disappoint, so many lives needlessly gone, so many families broken, mindlessly he began pacing around as he waited for Vega to open a portal back to base where you would no doubt be working on something when he got back.

Though his heavy footsteps came to a stop as he saw something out of the corner of his eye, turing his head to see what is was he felt his breathing come to a stop and his body froze. There, in a pile of broken rubble and glass, is where two corpses laid on the burned ground, a woman and her child that the mother held closely to her chest even in death.

The Slayer wobbled slightly as he took a step back from the sight, his eyebrows knitted together as he sharply turned around just as Vega's voice came through again and a portal back to the base. "the portal is up and.... Sir are you alright? your stress levels are rising more than usual, should i contact-" the slayer let out a low growl of frustration before the ai could complete his sentence, " understood" Vega said before going silent as the Slayer stomped towrds the portal that lead back to the base, back to you, back to home.

His breathing uneaven as a swirl of emotions ran through him and memories of who he was before he became the dreaded Doom Slayer hit him like a semi truck, when his wife, child and rabbit were brutally take from him, not even getting to say a goodbye to them or give them a proper burial. Flynn's hands squeeze into fists as his body shook and almost struggled to stand and walk with what felt like he was getting whighed down by a thousands of planets as he made his way into the glowing blue and black swerling portal.

Looking around slowly his dark eyes caught sight of you at the desk where he'd find you working most days, swallowing harshly he made his way over to where you sat in the chair, he eyed the headphone's that laid on your head and could hear the music faintly over the quiet buzz of the energy that ran through fortress as he came to a stop right behind the chair you sat in.

As you finished up the last part of the shoulder canon you let a soft sigh fall past your lips as you gently set the weapon down and sat up straight, your back slightly popping in the process from the long time you sat curled over working on the peice of machinery, leaning back in your chair with a soft sigh, a sudden feeling of being watched hit you like a brick,

as you squint your eyes your hands made their way to take off the headphones when a sudden hand on your shoulder made your eyes widen and blood go cold, letting out a sound of surprise you quickly turned around and the hand that was on your shoulder a second ago gently let go as you took the headphones off and swung around in the chair to face whoever was behind you, though you had a feeling you knew exactly who that person was.

your eyebrows furrowed in slight frustration as the green armor came into view and looked up to meet the blue visor, "Hey! I told you not to..." your voice slightly trailed off before, as you saw the look in his eyes, softly you spoke up again the annoyance that was on your face a second ago was now gone and replaced with concern for the man, "Flynn?.." you whispered his name softly.

Looking up at the man, behind the transparent blue screen of his helmet, his eyes were heavy and his body shook with every breath he let out as he stood there silently, his eyes locked to the floor as his fist clench as if that was the only thing holding him back from breaking down, frowning you stay seated as a heavy silence fills the air.

You swallowed as you go to speak again, "are.. are you oka-" but before you could ask, his knees gave out beneath him, a loud bang coming from his weight that echoes through the entire fortress, hell you could've sworn the whole base shook when he did that, he came to kneel on the floor in front of you, his head hung low and eyes stayed casted down to the floor, going quiet you stared down at the behemoth of a man that had been known to tear through hell, an unbreakable sign of strength now reduced to what looked like a man that was just.. broken and tierd, his breathing gradually became more uneasy as his hands shook.

Quietly you moved forward the wheels of the chair rolled softly as your hands hesitantly moved up to the edge of his helmet, your fingers gently hooked under the equipment and you waited for him to pull back or give you any indication that he didn't want his helmet taken off, but he just sat there, the same heavy uneven breathing coming from him as he stayed still and silent.

Delicately you romoved the piece of equipment, a soft hiss left the metal as it came off and you lean back, placing it gently behind you on the desk before turning back to look at him, he never looked up as he shook violently, you wanted to speak, ask him what was wrong, but after knowing the man for half a year words were few and far between, maybe a small conversation here and there but most times it was a comfortable silence between you two, and really by his actions it wasn't hard to tell when the man was mentally spent and was at the end of his rope, though rare the man was still human after all.

with a soft sigh you hesitantly raised your hand to his short messy dark brown hair and started to gently run your fingers through the surprisingly soft strands, you could feel him still slightly, his breathing pauses as he felt your hand meet his head, he swllowed and his hands clenched tighter before slowly relaxing and his eyes closed as his body leaned slightly forward.

His head came to rest in your lap, arms coming around to wrap around your waist, his natural wight plus the armor that added more to him kept you seated on the desk chair as he slowly but surly calmed his breathing. leaning back you softly frown as you held him, the man who didn't have a choice but to save the world from the demons of hell, the man that humans and demons feared, the man that was broken time and time again but yet still fought for the innocent without even a thank you or a second thought.

you close your eyes for a moment, a soft sigh leaving your lips before looking out the giant windows of the fortress, the shining stars litterd the outside as the blue orb that you would hope to one day call your home again spun gently below the base, your gaze falls back down to Flynn who was slowly relaxing in your touch as you softly scratched his scalp, the scars on his face speak more than words could ever, the poor man had been through hell and back (literally) just so that humanity could live to see another day.

And for hours you and the Slayer sat in silence as he kept his head in your lap while you gently played with his hair as the time slowly passed by, the heavey atmosphere turned to one of calmness and for once the Slayer of the demons relaxed in your hold, because god knows the poor man needed a break sometimes.

though the both of you will defnitely will need a shower later, the smell of demon guts isn't the best type of cologne

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i have no idea if i'll ever write again after this lol, any way back to drawing✌️

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bigboipyromaniac · 28 days ago

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I am barking and chewing at the bars of my enclosure seeing Slayer act so casual and human is so insanely attractive. We never see that. They say competence is attractive. And here we see he is incredibly competent but he is also a man. Not just an ethereal being. That kind of grounding makes his skill all the more impressive and backed by purpose and emotion. And that is insanely attractive

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bigboipyromaniac · 2 months ago

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COME ON — DON'T BE LIKE THAT...

Kuzan Aokiji x nb! reader

Synopsis: You're the ex-marine Aokiji's lover. You are currently mad at him for suggesting that he would join the Blackbeard pirates of all people and there is no way that you would accept that.

Warning: Angst, may have grammar errors, it 2am, not proofread, Blackbeard's name mentioned.

"Y/n, talk to me..." The lanky man uttered behind you.

You paid him no mind as you continued to pin the clothes you had recently just washed on the line in your back yard.

As you moved down the line you could hear his footsteps behind you that sounded a little bit poutful.

"Come on... I know you don't like—" and, in a flash, you turned around to face Kuzan with a strong frown.

" 'I know you like-" You mocked because of the nerve of him.

"Exactly you know that I hate pirates. Especially the ones like Blackbeard. Out of all the pirates in the world— you chose an outlaw like him... Knowing what type of person that he is. How could you...?" You argued just to break down at the end.

He only scratched his head, he felt your disappointment and he understood why... He was being selfish and he understood that. But there was something that he needed to do or even see.

"You are choose the life of piracy instead of staying here with me, am I not enough for you...?" You asked. Turning your back, you quickly wiped your tears, trying to hide the fact that you were already crying, but Kuzan knew that.

With his bag draped over his shoulder, he looked at you with a pang of sadness in his heart, "I'm sorry..." He apologized sincerely with those being the only words he could say out of his mouth.

but you didn't want to hear an apology... You wanted him to stay with you... Just the two of you.

Wiping your tears again, you knew what this would mean for both you and Kuzan's relationship if he was to actually join those ruthless bastards.

You turned back towards him with your eyes now slightly red, bruised by the salt that was in your tears that you were trying so strong to hold back.

"If you're really serious and you do join Blackbeard's crew, then I don't want to see you ever again." You placed your foot down, meaning every word. Whereas he didn't react, well he barely reacted, maybe the slight clench of his fingers meant something...

"So, who are you choosing? Blackbeard or me."

The silence grew loud, and that gave you all the answers you needed. "I see," you turned your back toward him again as you bit your lip, holding back your sobs, knowing that this relationship was over.

"This is it for us; I hope to never see you again; leave." You commanded so coldly. For an instance, Kuzan felt his heartbreak but he wasn't new to heartbreak. He patted your head before heading off to wherever it was that he was going. Leaving you all by yourself as you just cried.

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bigboipyromaniac · 3 months ago

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⋆˙⟡ BOYFRIEND!DANTE ── HEADCANONS!

── content warnings: F!reader, mention of anime, Dante being needy, fluff, cute and light content.

── word count: 653!

⭑.ᐟ Dante is always, ALWAYS, in contact with you and it doesn't matter where or when. — This is not an exaggeration, or a complaint, never. — Whether through physical touches or messages, SMS, — that man only uses his damn cell phone because of you and even though it's risky — he never lets you keep in contact.

“thinking about you right now ;)” “Dante, you only left about 5 minutes ago…?” “painful, isn’t it? do you believe i have an amazing joke ready? i need to tell you when i get back.”

⭑.ᐟ The demon hunter loves to snuggle up to you, to cling to you; being unable, and in his words, impossible, not to be close to you. — Well, that's his biggest weakness. — Dante always kept his hands around you, usually on your waist and caressing the region. — Like holding your hand, caressing your face and massaging your thigh.

⭑.ᐟ He loves receiving your attention, especially when he is between your boobs and receiving caresses, which make him fall asleep instantly. — you know this very well — However, there was one night, after a long and unbearable killing against beings from the underworld, Dante ended up falling asleep during one of the night conversations, which was your routine, and ended up drooling on your shirt.

⤷ The scene was…naive, also pitiful; your boyfriend was tired, he needed rest more than anything else. — And you, wanting to make him comfortable and pleasant, tried to get out of the position, which was to be underneath him, but an extremely sleepy and heavy Dante prevented your action and mumbled inaudible words — asking you to stay there, with him — and even without understanding, you obeyed.

⭑.ᐟ DDR — DanceDance Revolucion nights? This has become a routine worthy of you and Dante. — Every night, no matter what time it is, and even knowing that you have things to do the next day, this gentle game becomes a competition; Dante, without even caring who is in front, doesn't miss the chance to have fun with his girl.

"Come on, ma'am! Make me impressed, go, go!" + “It was with that swagger that you won me over, right, you smart little girl?” + “I can’t believe you beat me at my own game?”

“Shut your pretty mouth, big boy.”

⭑.ᐟ You are the only person, the only thing that can breathe, that can touch or question his necklace. — There is no discussion about that. — Dante trusts you, until his last breath, even though he has reason to distrust everyone and everything, he would never leave or abandon his loyalty and trust in you. — Out of fear, and respect and common sense, you don't dare to touch it on some occasions and Dante realizes this, he finds it funny, cute, pure; feeling loved and so cared for by you.

⤷ “There’s not a day, not a single day, that the memory of the day she gave me that necklace doesn’t cross my mind.” — Dante mentioned his mother, able to feel a small and unbearable burning in his eyes; he sighed, arranged you in his lap, directing a compassionate look in your direction as your fingers pass through the cord, without touching the amulet. — “And every day, i’m sure she would adore you.”

⭑.ᐟ Dante knows how to be a knight with you, and he really does. — Last piece of pizza in the box? He makes a point of leaving it for you, and that's a high-class knightly role in his eyes. — Even living such a complicated life, working with something so violent and filthy, he can't help but indulge his girl in a few whims.

⤷ Little writings on small pieces of old newspaper, which he left in his pants or jacket pocket, telling some joke or unfunny pick-up line and decorations are typical of Dante. — Teaching you to play pool and then beating him and your prize are moments of grabbing? Oh, Dante is a lucky boy.

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bigboipyromaniac · 3 months ago

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Love your one shots! ^v^ could you write about the first time dream bbq ena met reader and her reaction to them?

•☽────✧˖°˖ A MICE ON VENUS ˖°˖✧────☾•

★ Summary: You And Ena Have The First Of Many Encounters

★ Character(s): Salesperson Ena (ENA: Dream BBQ)

★ Reader pronouns: Not Specified

★ Genre: Short Story, SFW

★ Word Count: 406

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

The first time you met Ena, it was like stumbling into a conversation you didn’t realize you were already having. The world around you shimmered in shifting hues, the neon glow of the casino flickering between reality and something far less stable. You weren’t entirely sure how you got here, but before you could question it further, a voice—no, two voices—snapped your attention forward.

“Ah-ha! A new variable in our business equation! Hope you don’t mind, but could you tell me—what’s your problem? What are our business struggles today?”

The red half of the peculiar, humanoid figure grinned at you, hands clasped together in an eager sales-pitch stance. The other half, yellow and sharp.

“LET’S CUT THE CRAP! WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY AIRSPACE?!” the pale yellow side barked, her jagged triangular eye narrowing.

You blinked. Then blinked again. “I… was just looking around.”

The red half gasped, delighted. “A fellow entrepreneur of curiosity! Bless you for your business of wandering!” She leaned in, attempting to shake your hand. “Tell me, who do you work for?”

You took a cautious step back. “I don’t—uh, work for anyone. I was just—”

“Ahh! An independent contractor, then!” She nodded sagely. “Freelancing, are we? Investing in the unpredictable future of opportunity?”

“I…” You weren’t sure what you had stepped into, but it was happening whether you wanted it to or not.

Suddenly, the yellow half squinted. “Hey. HEY. What does a loser like you do for a living?”

“Loser?” You frowned. “I—”

“NO. WAIT. MORE IMPORTANTLY—” she suddenly loomed closer, her jagged eye boring into you. “YOU’RE NOT FROM HERE, ARE YOU?”

A beat of silence passed. You swallowed hard.

“…No?”

The red side beamed, clapping her hands together. “Fascinating! A visitor from beyond our business model! Quick, quick—tell me, have you experienced any recent paradigms shifts? Market fluctuations in your reality?”

A loudspeaker crackled in the distance. The casino lights flickered dangerously. Both sides of Ena froze.

“Ah. Seems we are out of time.” The red side’s smile faltered slightly, but she adjusted her cap, regaining composure. “Ping me in some moments, yes?”

And before you could protest, the world twisted—and you were somewhere else entirely. You weren’t sure what just happened, but one thing was certain.

You had met Ena.

And she had definitely met you.

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bigboipyromaniac · 6 months ago

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Happy holiday yall! Hope you're feeling extra jolly and whimsical :p

#it is the day

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bigboipyromaniac · 6 months ago

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bigboipyromaniac · 6 months ago

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Aromatic Rush⁹

Summary: Reader has an easy life in the navy. Until Aokiji comes to them with a mission that calls more into question than they thought.

Note: Sorry! Life happened but I'll give my best!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The ride back was eerily quiet.

I sat behind Kuzan on his bike, gripping the cold metal rack, the chill of the ice beneath the tires creeping up my spine. The once lively island with its vibrant streets and cheerful inhabitants now seemed like a distant memory. The mission was done, the signal destroyed, and yet, as we skimmed across the frozen sea back toward the harbor, a heavy sense of unease settled over me. It was as if the silence between us was louder than anything I had ever heard.

My thoughts raced. What had just happened? Why had Kuzan destroyed the device? Why was he acting so... cold?

The sky was dark by the time we reached the harbor, the moon hanging low in the sky and casting an eerie glow over the water. I climbed off the bike, feeling the tension in my muscles from hours of sitting still. For a moment, I stared at the quiet waves lapping against the shore, trying to collect my thoughts, searching for the right words to say.

But what could I say? Everything felt... wrong. From the destroyed device to the strange, stifling silence between us.

“I guess...” I hesitated, glancing up at him, hoping to gauge his mood. “I’ll just call it a night then. Maybe we can... talk tomorrow? Or something?”

Kuzan’s response was immediate, his voice low and firm.

“No need.”

I blinked, confusion bubbling up inside me. “What?”

He turned his head slightly, his usual lazy gaze locked onto mine. “The mission’s over. I don’t need your help anymore.”

Those words hit me harder than they should have. Something about the finality in his tone stung, and I wasn’t sure why. I had known from the beginning that this was temporary, that whatever strange partnership we had formed was purely professional. But hearing him dismiss me so casually...

“I...” I faltered, searching for a response. “But—"

“You’ve got your own work to handle,” he added, cutting me off gently but decisively. “And I’ve got mine. This is where we part ways.”

Part ways? The phrase felt heavier than it should. I didn’t know why, but the thought of him leaving now—after everything—left an odd, hollow feeling in my chest.

Kuzan took a step toward me, and before I could react, he leaned down, so close I could feel his breath against my skin. His hand brushed the side of my face, and for a brief moment, I thought he might say something more—something to explain the strange shift between us.

But instead, he simply pressed a quick, featherlight kiss to my forehead.

It was so unexpected, so sudden, that I froze in place. The warmth of his lips contrasted sharply with the cold air around us, leaving a strange, fleeting sensation that lingered even after he pulled away.

He said nothing. He offered no explanation, no farewell, just a simple kiss that left me more confused than ever.

Without another word, Kuzan turned on his heel and began to walk away, his figure slowly disappearing into the shadows of the harbor. I stood there, rooted to the spot, watching him go, the quiet lapping of the waves the only sound between us.

Something about it felt... wrong. This goodbye—if that’s what it was—felt unfinished. Like something was left unsaid, undone. My chest tightened, and I bit my lip, torn between calling out to him and letting him disappear into the night.

But I didn’t move. I didn’t say anything.

I simply stood there, alone, the kiss on my forehead still burning softly, a mark that seemed to hold more weight than any of the words we had exchanged.

And as I watched him vanish into the distance, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end. Something had shifted between us, something deeper, something I couldn’t quite grasp.

But for now, all I could do was let him go.

The days following our mission passed in a strange, unsettling haze.

At first, I told myself it didn’t matter. Kuzan was an admiral—busy, important. He had his own things to deal with, and I was just a small cog in the massive machine of the Navy. But as time stretched on, his absence gnawed at me in ways I wasn’t prepared for. He had become part of my routine, part of the rhythm of my dull, ordered life.

And now, without warning, he was just... gone.

I caught myself glancing around the headquarters more than once, hoping to see that familiar tall figure with his lazy slouch and half-lidded eyes. I even checked the small communications room, where we had spent so much time together. But every time, I was met with silence, and that strange hollow feeling only deepened.

Was it because of the lie I had told him? Because I panicked and blurted out the most ridiculous thing I could think of? The memory of that moment made me cringe every time it resurfaced. I had pushed him away with the lamest excuse, and now he was avoiding me. Or maybe...

Maybe it was because of something much bigger.

The thought weighed heavy on me. I had seen enough to know that Kuzan wasn’t entirely loyal to the Navy. That his sense of justice didn’t always align with theirs. Was that why he was distancing himself? Because he knew I had started to piece it together?

Yet... as the days wore on, my confusion and frustration began to morph into something else. Something more painful.

Heartbreak.

It hit me quietly at first, a dull ache in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t quite explain. But the more I thought about him, the more I realized how deeply I had come to care for him. His teasing, his lazy charm, the way he always seemed to see right through me. I liked him—far more than I had let myself admit. And now, he was gone, leaving behind only silence.

But why did it hurt so much?

The thought barely had time to settle before the shouting started.

Voices echoed through the halls of the Navy headquarters, frantic and loud. I could hear footsteps pounding against the floors, the sound of chaos unfolding around me. My heart lurched in my chest as I stepped out of my office, looking around in confusion. Officers rushed past me, their expressions tense, muttering things I couldn’t make out.

“What’s going on?” I asked one of the passing soldiers, grabbing his arm as he hurried by. He barely spared me a glance, too caught up in the turmoil.

“Haven’t you heard?” he panted, shaking his head. “Akainu and Kuzan—they had a fight. Kuzan’s gone.”

My world stopped.

“What?” The word came out in a whisper, disbelief clinging to every syllable. “Gone? What do you mean gone?”

He pulled his arm from my grip and continued running, but the words that followed stuck with me like ice.

“Kuzan’s a traitor! He’s an enemy now!”

I stood there, frozen in place as the world seemed to spin around me. Akainu and Kuzan... a fight? My mind reeled. That couldn’t be right. Kuzan had always been calm, measured. He wouldn’t—he couldn’t just—

But the more I thought about it, the more it started to make sense. His strange behavior. The secrecy. The destruction of the device.

He had been preparing for this all along, hadn’t he?

My knees buckled, and I had to lean against the wall for support, the weight of it all crashing down on me at once. He was gone. Gone. He had left the Navy.

And worse... he was now considered an enemy.

The shouting continued around me, but I barely heard it. My mind was too clouded, too overwhelmed by the sudden rush of emotions I didn’t even fully understand. I hadn’t had the right to be close to him, not as I had been. But... I couldn’t stop the flood of grief that rose in my chest.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the faces of the Navy officers who rushed by. I wiped at them furiously, trying to hold it together. But the more I fought it, the more the tears came, until I could barely see.

I didn’t know why I was crying. I shouldn’t have been crying. But I couldn’t stop.

All I could think about was him. His lazy smile. The way he had kissed my forehead that night at the harbor, as if it had been some kind of goodbye.

It had been, hadn’t it? He had known all along that he was going to leave. That we would never see each other again.

And yet, I had never said goodbye.

The tears spilled over, hot and heavy, and I ducked my head, trying to hide my face from the others in the hall. But it was too late. The pain in my chest had already taken over, and I couldn’t stop the sobs from escaping.

Why did it hurt so much?

I hadn’t even realized how much he meant to me until now. And now... he was gone.

Without a trace.

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bigboipyromaniac · 7 months ago

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Hiii! I was wondering if you could request some Venom Snake fluff head canons, haymaps ? I am starved for this man 😭🙏

of course anon!!!

reminder that this man was a combat medic

so this guy knows how to take care of yall

oh fever?

don't worry i got some medicine for you

broken arm?

let me see i can fix that for you!

last time you're going to him for a broken bone

all of mother base can hear you scream

and it wasn't a good kind of scream...

i have a feeling this guy is good with massages

(despite his mechanical arm)

so we all know he's a quiet guy right?

you could be yapping about whatever thing you are into

and you might thing like "dang this dude really doesn't care!''

trust me

he does

one week you could mention "oh i really like this fruit!!"

the next he bought you a whole shipment of this said fruit

or have made a garden just for you to eat out of

no idea how he did it considering he's based in the middle of the ocean

but he did!

most likely if you were working at mother base he wouldn't want you working on the battle field

so congrats you're on the intel team

but thats another excuse for him to call you and ask random question

"so how's it going?"

"you're in a middle of a base with 20 enemy's around you..."

when he is back from his mission, he would rather hang out with you then spend another minute trying to break up a fight

I like to think he would like to listen to your music

what ever band you ;ike he would try to look for it in a cassette tape and play it while out in battle

imagine getting choked out and all you can hear in his headphones is like a kpop band

this man would flirt with you

but not a good flirt that can make you blush

its more like...

'is this dude fr?"

"hey, you got a map? cause im getting lost in you eyes"

"hey i hope you realizes that thoses puppet soldiers are back"

oh yea did i mention he does shit at the wrong time?

remember i mentioned he would rather be with you then break up fights?

yea there could be a fight behind him and he would be talking bout how yall should go on a date later

"people are getting hurt behind you..."

"yea but ive heard theres a good restaurant in Egypt, wanna fly over there tomorrow?"

writing for a character the barely talks is a lil hard but my love for his is harder (idk where i was going with that) i kinda just did random headcanon good luck understanding this

#venom snake x reader #mgs #phantom pain #venom snake #big boss

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bigboipyromaniac · 7 months ago

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can you make a james sunderland x fem!reader? (Or gender neutral Idm) Maybe searching for her (dead) sister in her childhood town, Silent Hill, and stumbling upon James. Reader teams up with james (not rlly being scared of him since he looked pathetic) after realizing they have a similar goal, not leaving him a choice.

Anyway maybe they get separated after a few hours of their journey, and after finding each other they realize just how much they need the other. Maybe the town plays a part (since its kinda sentient) in pushing them together? Their similar goals, lonely life without their loved one, how they went to silent hill, etc, at the same time definitely not being a mere coincidence.

(Lil info ab her sister: they were driving to silent hill 3 years ago to visit the cemetery for their parents, but reader and sis got into a fight about turning back and reader basically swerved the steering wheel to the side and caused them to crush. Reader, not knowing what to do since her older sis made all her decisions for her, just ran away and left her dead sis in the car. This wrecked her with guilt, causinf the town to punish her just like james. They could bond through their shared guilt and experiences and whatnot.)

Ive had this idea for a while so i’d love to see it written! Though if you dont wanna, its alright ^^

brother you are giving me so much juice for this story

THX BESTIEE

Btw maria won't show up cause idk where to place her here

Back where it all started

This letter... It can't be right. She was taken 3 years ago.

But, this was the same town we crashed in. Did she manage to survive? I kept looking at the letter, rereading the whole this, looking for imperfects in the writing.

'This has to be a prank, right? A sick prank..' i thought to myself. But everything about the letter, it seems too perfect for another person to write.

This has to be her.

Even if it wasn't, it was too late to go back now. I stood next to the entrance of the hospital, the memories of this place is all crashing on top of me. I've lost my family here.

It took a couple of minutes for me to built up the courage to walk back in. The doors creaked as I walked it.

It was quiet, and abandoned. The doctors and nurses who took care of your family were no longer here. Almost like time just stopped

Papers were all over the floor and desk, the room is started to fill itself with mold. I walked towards the elevator seeing if the power still worked.

Nothing...

Luckily the stairs weren't broken. As I walked up the stairs, I could see a drawing.

A bunny and a wolf? It looks like a kid drew it. Why would a kid be here? Monster were lurking, the poor kid could get hurt.

Entering the 2nd floor I could here someone closing a door. "Whos there?!" I yelled out while holding my pipe I found outside. The man seem startled, and placed his hands up in defense.

There light was shining in my eyes but I could see it was someone human! "Oh I'm sorry! Thought you were a monster." I said while lowering my pipe down.

The man looked at you, up and down, almost surprised to see another human being. "Hey it's okay!" He paused for a second. "My name is James."

"Y/N" You responded back.

"Y/N, I'm looking for someone, have you seen her?" He pulled out a picture of a woman, She was a beautiful lady with blonde hair.

I shook my head. "No sorry I just got here"

He looked a bit upset... "if you dont mind me asking, who is she?" you said trying not to make James feel too upset." she was... My late wife." James avoid looking at your eyes, almost like he was ashamed of himself.

"Your... Late wife?" you asked confused " that would man she's dead right?" you questioned this strange man, I mean who would come here looking for a dead person?

…

" Don't worry! I'm not going crazy! " James spoke up almost defensively. "Look I found this letter." He handed me a letter, it was different from my sisters letter, from the handwriting, to what is said on the letter itself.

I don't think one man could have done this...

I kept staring at the note, trying to find a flaw or a similarity between the note. James must have noticed the other letter and me comparing them. He placed his arm around my shoulder, almost trying to comfort, "Some else also sent you a letter?" My daze was broken from his voice. "Yea... my sister sent it to me, but 3 year ago, she was..."

There was a long pause, I couldn't finish my sentence, It still hurts to think about it. James rubbed my back, trying his best to comfort me, I could feel the awkwardness from him.

but it still felt nice that he cared about me, someone who he just met. "Hey.." he turned me to face him with both his hands on my shoulder. "How about you stay with me until you find your sister, do you know any place where she might be?"

I thought about it for a second...

"There was this hotel! its across the lake, I remember my sister and I playing with bugs in the garden area." James looked perplexed for a second "The Lakeview hotel?" I nodded " That was my wife and I special place.."

He looked at his map, maybe to find a way to head to the hotel. "Come on, lets head to Rosewater park, maybe we can find a boat there." before I could question him, he grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the hospital.

(surely nothing would bad happens when he get to the hotel(clueless)

#silent hill 2 #james sunderland #james sunderland x reader #writing #pillow

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bigboipyromaniac · 7 months ago

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heat of the summer ♡

➤ summary: It's the hottest day of the year, and thankfully, you're dating the coldest man alive. (18+)

➤ pairing: aokiji (kuzan) x afab!reader

➤ word count: 1.7k

➤ warnings: temperature play, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, established relationship, post-timeskip (mild spoilers)

➤ notes: easily one of the sexiest characters in op but he does Not get the love he deserves... sorry if this feels rushed, i tried my hardest to write pwp!

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Summer days on summer islands were always pretty intense, but that day was particularly unbearable. According to the daily news, the entire area was experiencing a heat wave, and it was the hottest day the town had seen in decades. Steam rose off of the pavement outside as the sun beat down relentlessly. The air was thick and muggy. Even with every window open, heat was trapped inside your house and it baked like an oven.

Not that it mattered to Aokiji, of course. He was actually enjoying the bit of warmth he could feel in his unnaturally cold body. The man was lazily reclining back in a chair with the forgotten newspaper draped over his face, giving him some shade he could doze off in.

The door to your bedroom suddenly slammed open. He blinked away the sleep from his eyes and peeked out from underneath the paper. You looked miserable. Cheeks bright red, sweat dripping down your face, wet strands of hair stuck to your forehead. Your shorts had been discarded long ago and patches of sweat even soaked through your t-shirt – well, technically his t-shirt, which was comically oversized on you. You held your chest as if you were in genuine pain and whined, “Kuzan, I’m hot.”

“Arara...” Your boyfriend gave you a blank stare. “How cliché.”

Soon your sticky back was pressed against his deliciously cool bare chest, his scarred arm wrapped firmly around your waist to hold you still in his lap. Chilly breath tickled the side of your neck, which would’ve felt refreshing had the situation been innocent. Aokiji’s large thighs hooked under your own to keep your legs wide open for him, your pussy on full display and ass nestled snugly over his clothed bulge. His free hand cupped and kneaded at your breasts.

“I-I think that nipple is, ahh, cool enough now…” You moaned as his icy fingers pulled at the fully pebbled nub, already overwhelmed from the shocking change of temperature. Your other nipple had received the same treatment moments earlier.

“Really?” He asked in his typical deadpan tone, resting his stubbly chin on your shoulder to watch himself run his thumb over the areola. You squirmed in his lap and whimpered, not missing the way his cock twitched beneath you. “I dunno, still feels sweaty to me.”

He could play with your tits for hours if you let him, but you were growing impatient. “I’m hot in other p-places too.” You nuzzled your cheek against his own, his dense curls tickling your skin.

Aokiji hummed thoughtfully and gave your nipple a final harsh twist, making you gasp. “Show me where.” He teasingly trailed his fingers across your stomach to rub at your hip bone soothingly. “Here?” Moving further down to wrap around your upper thigh, which he gently squeezed in his large palm. “Or here?”

“You’re so irritating,” you pouted. “You know where.”

“Hey, I’m doing all the work here. I’m allowed to have fun.” He grunted and playfully slapped your thigh, smirking at your reaction. But the man didn’t waste any more time – his patience was running almost as thin as yours, judging by the hardon straining for release beneath you. He shifted his knees to spread your legs even more and ran his middle finger through your needy slit. You let out a shaky sigh of relief, eyes fluttering closed. “Mm, I think this heat may be a little out of my control.”

The former Admiral slyly made his thumb a bit frostier than usual, then pressed it firmly against your clit. You yelped in surprise. “Hey, that’s too cold!”

“First you’re too hot, now you’re too cold. Pick a side, baby.”

“You’re making my body sound like Punk Hazard.”

“Haha, very funny.” He replied sarcastically, trying to hide the amused smile tugging at his full lips. “See what that smart mouth gets you.”

Suddenly, two fingers shoved past your lips and prodded at the back of your throat. They were instantly coated in spit as you gagged around them, the ridges and grooves of his scarred skin pressing against your wet cavern. The sensation actually felt pretty nice, like sucking on an ice cube. You wished it was his tongue shoved down your throat instead, but Aokiji refused to turn his head and tear his gaze away from your body.

The man hummed contently when he felt how wet you already were, slick already flowing out of your hole. He shoved a finger inside your cunt all the way to the knuckle, watching transfixed as the large digit slid in and out with a lewd squelching noise. Soon a second finger was added, rubbing at your walls deliciously.

“You could’ve come to me hours ago and asked me to help with the heat, y’know. Then you wouldn’t be all sweaty.” You whined around his fingers as he expertly scissored you apart, messy drool running down your chin. “But you waited until you were all riled up, right? Knowing that I can’t resist this wet pussy?”

Without warning, he firmly pressed against the spot inside you that made you see stars. You jerked in his grasp but he wouldn’t let up his rough pace, pistoning in and out of you while completely ignoring your clit. With wide eyes, you realized what he was trying to do.

“C’mon baby, let this pretty cunt squirt for me.” He rasped, speeding up his movements and practically hitting your cervix with every thrust. You tried to moan his name around the intrusion in your mouth, heat building in your core until it exploded in a rush of juices spewing out of you. Fingers milking every last drop until you were shaking and shuddering in his arms. He let out a deep chuckle when he noticed the wet stain on his pants. “So good.” He withdrew his digits from your mouth, turned your head towards his and kissed you gently, tongues lazily dancing around each other.

In one fluid motion, Aokiji stood with your bodies still pressed together and bent you over the table in front of you. You tried to regain your senses, lost in the aftershocks of your orgasm, when you heard the metallic sound of a zipper behind you. “Wh-wha…?” You looked over your shoulder to see the man stroke his fully hardened dick a few times. “More already?!”

“I thought this was about cooling you off,” Aokiji tapped the head of his cock against your clit, making you cry out from overstimulation. “Last I checked, it’s only getting hotter outside.”

He danced his fingertips down your spine, leaving behind a light trail of ice that quickly melted into cool droplets of water. Delighting in the way his icy touch made you shiver and shake. Then he grabbed your hip hard and slowly pushed his massive length inside your awaiting heat.

“Shit, so tight,” Aokiji groaned from deep in his throat. He was only halfway inside you and you were already overwhelmed, desperately clawing at the table’s smooth surface for some stability. The man halted his movements and folded his body over yours, careful not to put too much of his weight on you. Your size difference wasn’t lost on him – even after countless rounds of fucking over time, your cunt still had trouble adjusting to his length. “Hey, you okay?” He asked softly, his chilly breath tickling your ear. You took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded. “I know it’s a lot. Just relax, baby. You’re doing so well.”

He took your hands in his own, interlacing your fingers, and pressed a quick kiss to your temple. Once your breathing had slowed, he continued to slowly move his hips forward, pushing in inch after inch of his cock. You mewled when his hips finally met yours, heavy balls slapping against your cunt.

“Let me know when it’s okay to move.” His thumb ran soothing circles over the back of your hand.

You only took a minute to adjust, letting your muscles relax and open up for him. Your cunt was still sensitive from your previous orgasm, but at least it was wet enough to make the glide smoother. When you were ready, you smiled to yourself and said, “I’m surprised you’re moving at all. I figured your lazy ass would make me ride you. Again.”

“Yeah, you’re okay now.” He rolled his eyes affectionately and pulled his cock halfway out before roughly slamming back into you. You practically shrieked at the delicious burn on your walls.

He quickly established a harsh pace, rocking the table back and forth with the force of his thrusts. His enormous dick hit your cervix every time, causing a delightful mix of pleasure and pain throughout your core. Your stomach felt so full — you knew from experience that it was bulging with the outline of his cock.

Your eyes rolled back into your head when he started rubbing your clit in tight circles. He was already close. He normally had more stamina, but seeing you so desperate for him, the only person in the world who could provide this comfort on a hot day, made his balls ache.

“Gonna cum,” he grunted and nipped at your ear.

That was the only warning you got before the icy man’s hot cum burst inside you, coating your walls. The feeling of nearly impossible fullness brought you to your peak as well and you cried out, eyes scrunched shut and mouth hanging open. Aokiji’s giant body stayed pressed to your back, thumb drawing cold circles on your hip as he waited for you to come down from your high. You jolted when he finally pulled his cock out and he let out a low whistle at the sight of his semen flowing out of your hole and down your thighs.

Body still slumped over the table, you looked back at him and batted your eyelashes. “Can you cool me off in a normal way now?”

“Sure,” he shrugged and hoisted your body over his broad shoulder, making you squeal in surprise. He paid no mind, casually strolling towards the bedroom. “I’ll be the big spoon.”

“Wha— Kuzan, it’s two pm!” You protested, knowing you’d be stuck in bed cuddling him for at least a few hours. “I meant, like… creating ice cubes for me. Or taking a cold shower together.”

“Nope. It’s my nap time.”

Well, it was too hot to do something else, anyways.

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bigboipyromaniac · 8 months ago

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soft ‘n slow.

miguel o’hara x f!reader.

✩ | cw: MDNI, 18+, soft unprotected p in v, clothed grinding, light cursing, some spanish, light fingering. (note: italic speech text is miguel’s!)

also, this is my first time posting a public fic!! i don’t expect much views but hopefully this gets somewhere. ❣️

wc: 3.8k

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the weight of the grocery bags hustled on your arms, your hand struggling to balance the heavy burden of the cheap paper bags that could rip in any second.

as you finally manage to balance them both with your palm, your free hand scrambled for the condo key in your pocket, pulling it out, the familiar noises of keychains and metal clacking together.

stabbing the key in the hole of the lock, twisting it anxiously and basically barging inside the place.

you push the door shut from behind with your foot, carefully placing the bags on the counter, before you heard a light hum emanating from behind, a familiar one.

curious, you’d turn your head around, glancing at the figure of his broad shoulders, accompanied with his curly hair.

miguel was home, you didn’t even know.

you’d take a few steps towards him, neglecting your groceries, placing the key on the table.

your hands rested on the headboard of the sofa, leaning above and glancing at him.

sitting down with a booklet in his large hands.

he’d look up at you, his medium square panels of glass gazing at you.

he was wearing those stupid and nerdy glasses again.

…along with that goddamn black shirt.

those sweatpants…-

“... ¿estás bien?”

he’d scoff gently, his his torso lightly shifting to gaze at you properly.

you swallowed a sigh, nodding.

“yeah.”

“…just didn’t expect you here.”

your voice was low, taking short strides towards the sofa, sitting next to him, the sofa lightly shifting under your weight, back leaned against it, head tilting upwards in exhaustion, sighing deeply.

you’d stay in complete silence for a few moments, your eyes shifting towards miguel, his outfit, specifically, before looking back up at the ceiling.

“what are you reading?”

a soft voice of yours would then break the silence, hands tapping against the edge of the sofa.

“…your taxes.”

“what?”

he’d flip a page, your head tilting to look at him directly.

his eyebrows were furrowed, narrowed pair of stressed eyes, it looked almost intimidating to see, but you were used to it.

he’d look up at your face, biting the inner cheek of his mouth.

“you told me you didn’t know how to do them, no?”

his head would tilt, your shoulders shrugging.

“that was a while ago, i got the hang of it now.”

“without my help?”

he would respond with a light tinge of disbelief, his lips lightly curving upwards.

“what, i can’t do things without you now?”

your eyebrows would lightly pop, arms folding against your chest.

“i never said that.”

his crimson eyes fell down to the placement of your forearms, attached to your chest, before blinking away the sight, back to the numbers on the paper.

“…but you know, there is some things you can’t do without me.”

your eyes squinted at his words, leaning towards him, your hand resting on top of the stack of papers, pulling it down to gain his eye contact.

“oh, really? like what?”

he’d give you a look, sighing and and tossing the papers carelessly on the coffee stand, staring at you now.

“i think you know.”

you’d give him a light grunt, sitting in front of him now.

“i don’t, so tell me.”

curls of dark hair would fall at the tilting of his head, all he’d give was a soft smile, speaking in a light whisper.

“…well, i mean, i helped you last night, no? you wouldn’t be satisfied without me.”

a light click of a tongue was heard from you, looking away in light embarrassment.

“that’s a whole different thing, migs.”

“why would you even bring that up?”

your forearms would fall off your chest, dainty hands resting on your knees.

“no it’s not.”

he’d reply with a snarky tone, choosing to ignore your second sentence, leaning close towards you.

“last time i checked you were practically begging for my-“

you’d immediately interrupt him with a light flick to his forehead, his chuckle vibrating the room, feeling his large hand resting on your thigh.

“relax, amor, it’s a joke.”

patting your thigh, and leaving its touch.

“but i’m not wrong.”

he was right, but that was still a totally different subject.

maybe he was just a little stubborn to admit that.

“really?”

“i don’t seem to clearly remember what happened last night, so i can’t have a say.”

you lied.

you wanted to see where this was gonna go, how far he would go.

“oh, sí?”

his voice went down a notch, eyebrows rising.

“mhm.”

“but you could always refresh my memory.”

your tone was low, giving him a suggestive smile.

“i see,”

he’d give you a look, a familiar one.

“my pretty girl’s a little forgetful today, huh?”

you’d hum, speaking up.

“maybe.”

“what’re you gonna do about it?

his fingers pinched your chin, rubbing your soft skin with the pad of his thumb.

“i’ll jog your memory, that’s what i’ll do.”

before he could initiate anything, your hand would grasp on his wrist, puling the grip off of your chin.

“…or, you can just continue to do my taxes.”

he’d click his tongue, a small hum of disappointment leaving his lips.

“but i thought you already knew how to do them..”

his hand fell on your thigh, rubbing on it.

“doesn’t mean i willingly want to.”

“you can’t just tease me like that.”

his tone was a light whine, his tired glare boring into your eyes.

“i just did.”

you’d retort back, his hand tightening against your thigh, feeling his fingers lightly dig into the skin.

“i’ll do your taxes for the next time, just, lemme have this, cmon..”

well that was surprising.

usually you’d be the one whining lightly to miguel, doing things for him in order to sooth that little ache of want and desire in your body, although it wasn’t new at all to you, he’d barely do that.

“then you’ll do the other ones later as well.”

“hun, you know i’m a busy guy.”

“you want me or not?”

“cariño…”

you gave a raise of your eyebrows as an reply, your nails tapping on the fabric of your knees.

“..fine.”

“there you go.”

your tone was soft, his hands grabbing the sides of your face and pulling you in, lips pressing against each other.

you couldn’t even get a chance to process the act, your hands instinctively grabbing the material of the sofa, leaning in closer towards his presence.

your lips reciprocated his act, the tip of his tongue lightly dragging against yours, a light moan emanating in the back of your throat.

he’d hiss in reply, parting his lips away from yours, as you’d inhale a sharp breath, and string of saliva between you both.

“i missed you.”

he’d whine in your parted lips, your hands digging in the fabric of the sofa.

“let me have you, por favor.”

you couldn’t resist that whiney tone of his, your arms hooking between his neck.

“you want me?”

“mhm.”

“that much?”

“sí.”

your hands interlocked with each other behind his neck, against his lips once again, your tongue now seeping in between the gap of his own lips.

a quiet groan left his mouth, your body leaning on top of his, until you both fell on the sofa, his hands grasping onto your hips for the sake of your own composure, eyes fluttering shut.

hips stacked on hips, your back lightly arching to match his height, soft yet dainty hands resting on his chest, as you’d both continue to exchange kisses throughout.

“mmh..”

you tasted a light hint of mint in his mouth, one of his hands traversing to the back of your head, pushing it down with some pressure.

before grabbing your hair and parting away from you.

“you’re so pretty..”

he’d sigh, brushing a few strands of hair away from your forehead, settling himself as you’d lay your legs between his.

you’d hum contentedly, the compliment stirring something inside your stomach, a shivering yet warm feeling.

you took the time to swallow his attire, his black shirt doing nothing but highlighting his muscles immensely.

“my pretty girl.”

“stop that.”

“why? it’s true.”

your eyes would lightly roll, feeling his hand on your hip leave, before he’d speak up again.

“stay still.”

his hand went towards the buttons of your jeans, popping one of them open.

a sudden burst of want rushed inside you, your eyes gleaming at the sight of his focused face.

“i was thinking about you all day, hermosa, did you know that?”

he’d sigh, his lightly parted to speak once again.

“couldn’t even focus on your goddamn papers. all i thought of was you.”

all you did was giggle, your lips pressing together in shyness.

“you’re just too good.”

he’d immediately remark, his fingers pinching against the metallic zipper, lightly pulling it down.

you’d suggestively look down at him, eyes lightly squinting at his words, lifting your hips a little, letting him slide your jeans off, the uncomfortable feeling wrapped around your waist slightly fading away.

his eyes would reflect within the panels of his glasses, your finger pressing on the small bridge between them, letting him see clearer.

your thighs were now exposed to the cold breeze, kicking back the jean fabric behind you, sighing lightly at his gaze.

before you’d feel a source of heat against your panties, this fingers lightly rubbing against the lace, a grunt leaving your lips, watching him speak.

“gotta get you all easy f’me.”

“ah..-”

you’d whine, your back arching from the light spark of pleasure, before he’d immediately muffle your moans, pulling you in for another kiss.

which was way more sloppier, light grunts of frustration in both of your mouths, his fingers rubbing lightly against you, before he parted away with his lips and digits, a small hum of disappointment spewing off of you.

his free hand grabbed your hips lightly, shifting them against the fabric of his pants, the friction subtle yet shocking, your face collapsing onto the crook of his shoulder.

“miguel…”

you’d sigh instinctively, your hands grasping on his broad back, lightly scratching it, his breath fanning against your ear, grunts of pleasure leaving his lips.

his hands would guide your hips to rub against that light bulge arising in his pants, small huffs of pleasure leaving both of your lips desperately, one of your hands reading up and loosening the strands of his sweats.

tugging the waistband down, his boxers now lightly exposed enough to reveal his growing ache, his hands grasping on the plush of your thighs as the tip of your fingers would lightly rub against the hardening lump, feeling it twitch under your touch.

“…this hard already?”

you’d snicker; tilting your head up to gaze at him, a sharp inhale leaving his throat, a spike of horniness rising up in between your thighs.

“you can’t- mmh, blame me, look at you.”

your hips replaced the touch of your fingers, grinding against him slowly, you’d hear a light slur of spanish from his lips, yet he was incoherent.

your head would lightly tilt back in pleasure, moaning. hands squeezing against the thin material of his shirt covering his broad shoulders, his eyes falling at the sight of your body moving against his.

“keep going, cmon, mierda…”

the hard feel of his bulge rubbing up against your sweet and aching clit, the friction sparking waves of pleasure within every push, as his hips would instinctively buck up into yours, gaining another whine from you.

your forearms balanced themselves beside his head, face to face with your significant other, leaning in for a soft peck on his lips.

“mmh…”

his hands grasped against your midriff, feeling the plush of you beneath his fingers, his adam apple bobbing within every groan he could muster, your chest now lying against his own.

your lips would take the opportunity to kiss around his neck, sucking and biting gently at the skin, whilst his hands would control every thrust you’d deliver towards his hips, starting to grind into a circular motion.

a soft breath of yours would fan against his tanned skin, his pelvis right up against you, feeling his hips shift underneath.

“dios, so good, you’re too good.”

he’d groan, locks of curls falling onto the sofa as he’d tilt his head back fully, missing the touch of your lips against his skin already, his fingers drumming against your hips.

“…’m barely doing any-“

your sentence was interrupted with a light whine, feeling the warmth of his friction rubbing against your puffy clit, your hands tightening against his shirt.

“i’m sensitive..- it’s in my genes.”

and he wasn’t wrong, he did have some random code of a DNA that included some sort of spider in that manly body of his.

he’d groan loudly, the noise audible in your ears, finding it almost hypnotizing how he’d barely do anything, yet you loved every single subtle act he’d do.

your thighs were trembling at the difficulty of getting those precious spots of ache cured, breathless grunts leaving your lips, your finish edging close.

just a few more, just a few more pushes..

“i’m so close-“

lifting your head up away from the curved outline of his neck and shoulder, your vision was completely stuck towards the way his chest would lightly move within every sway of your hips moving against his.

you’d gasp, a few more shifts of your hips finally blazing towards your orgasm, a moan spewing off of the back of your throat in pure pleasure.

your body entire collapsed on his, the arch of your back loosening, as your face fell in the same place as before, a small puddle of arousal seeping between your thighs, a damp spot against his boxers.

“there you go…”

he’d sigh, his muscular forearm falling to rest on his forehead, gazing down at your breathless body, before tilting his head to the side of your hair, lightly snuggling onto it and leaving a light kiss in its strands.

“…that’s, that’s it?”

you’d muster, tilting your head to look at his, both of your noses bumping into each other.

“hm?”

“you- mh, didn’t come.”

“i just wanted to get you all prepped up.”

“seems like i did a good job.”

he’d admit with a lightly proud tone, you would scoff immediately at his response, your bare thighs rubbing together.

“you always do.”

your hips remained on his, breathing still labored from the expected bang of pleasure in your body.

before one of his spoken sentences hit you.

“…prepped?”

“uh-huh.”

“i’m gonna do so, so much more to your pretty little body.”

his voice was a soft rasp, smiling gently at your lightly exhausted face, before his hand grasped onto your waist, his other hand gliding behind your head, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.

it was more lighter, softer, his head tilting to position his lips in an angle towards yours. copying the action in an instant, your hands cupping the sides of his neck, thumbs rubbing against his cheekbones.

he’d gently settle your body on the sofa, his own body hovering over yours without breaking the kiss, his hands now between your head, chest to chest.

he’d pull away with a light breath, his large hand cupping your jaw and tilting your head to look up at him, giving you a light smile.

“te amo.”

you’d huff with a flutter of your eyes in advance, speaking up.

“i love you too.”

you’d pull his head in for a deeper kiss, you hand strolling down towards his torso, feeling his hard abs beneath your touch.

his other hand gliding down to your panties, pulling the damp area of the crotch to the side, rubbing his clothed bulge lightly against your moist yet bare folds.

you’d sharply hiss, the feeling of his hardness rubbing against you almost bare a rapturous sensation, lips aggressively pressing against his.

your head would pull away, tightening your thighs together to prevent any further movement if he was leading to something bigger, his eyebrows lightly raising in surprise.

“…something wrong?”

strands of hair would sway while your head shook in disagreement, looking to the side for a second.

“no protection..?”

your face shown a light hint of worry, pupils shifting at the sight of his face.

“you’ll be okay.”

“you don’t know that.”

he’d bite the inside of his mouth, shifting his hips against you a little more as you’d grunt, a light whine leaving your lips as you heard him speak.

“are you sure?”

the gleam reflecting in his crimson pupils was never left unnoticed when you spoke like that.

“i know, lo siento, i thought you were on the pill.”

he’d sigh, knowing damn well you currently weren’t taking any plan b.

“but, please, mi niña, por favor.”

a rough scoff left your lips.

“be gentle.”

“yes, sí, i’ll be as soft as i can.”

his eyes scanned your features, his shirt lightly moving within each breath he’d take, one of his hands reaching towards the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down.

his hand positioned his hardness into your folds, seeping into the warmth, his brownish tip ejecting some pre cum, mixing itself with the liquid of your previous orgasm.

you’d gaze down, watching as his aching length would rub against your sensitive clit, your head lightly throwing back.

“migs- ah.”

a light hum of whines left your lips, the familiar feel of him rubbing against you only made your ecstasy worse, accompanied by his breathless groans.

his eyebrows would raise ever so gently as a signal for him to go in, your head subtly nodding.

he’d push his hips lightly, feeling his girth stretch your skin, a ragged moan instinctively leaving your throat, your dainty hands lightly clawing on his back.

“fuck, fuck-“

“that’s it…”

he’d groan, his muscular forearms supporting the thrusts he would then push inside of you, your head tilting back in the euphoric feeling of his aching length enveloping itself into your gummy walls.

your dainty hands clenching on the fabric of his thin shirt, arms hanging over his slanted shoulders. his vermillion pupils of light and desire boring into your eyes, grunts of pleasure spewing off of your lips.

he’d groan in a light blur of spanish within each push of his hips he’d gently deliver, his position managing to hit every single ache of your body, making your head tilt back from the feel.

the sounds of sex filled the air, wet skin on skin hitting against each other, whines of ecstasy driving off of your mouth.

“miggy… migs- m..-“

you’d groan, his large hand cupping your chin and letting his lips seep into yours, a light grunt of air leaving his throat as he’d continue to push inside you.

“por dios..”

he’d murmur against the soft plush of your lips, one of his thrusts managing to hit that sweet spot of yours, a breathless moan heard from you after.

he would continue pressing himself deep and slow into you, his head tilting and kissing around your ear, murmuring those light words of love.

his happy trail would tickle against your skin, his length coated with the liquids of your arousal, taking him deep into your cervix, cries of pleasure and slurred words all mixed together, like you were both in sync.

your mind almost melting at the feel of his tip stroking softly at the deepest place of yours, waves of stimulation showering both of you immensely.

“…god..”

“migueeell..”

one of your arms would collapse off around of his neck, hand resting beside your head, his own, large digits coming up and interlocking themselves within yours, feeling the soft skin of you on his.

“…’m close, corazón, mmh.”

he’d whisper gently in your ear, sparks of pleasure lighting up throughout your lower half, falling into a realm of intoxication within every push he’d bless your body with.

his lips gliding down and pressing softly into the contour of your jaw, your fingers tensing against the back of his hand, almost reaching your final push for your orgasm.

his girth of hardness now pressed up into your sweet ache this time, a cry of a whine spewing off of your lips, hand clenching against his.

he’d grumble at the feel, his own length twitching inside of you, his curved tip rubbing up inside your sweet walls of velvet, relishing the soft warmth of his body inside yours.

your body would lightly clench against his hardness, feeling the tension of your cushiony enclosure, he’d groan loudly, murmuring light slurs of how close he was.

“mig- ‘m there..”

before you’d cry, bursting in his thick length, your orgasm hitting its edge of pleasure once again, your hand covering your mouth, a light drop of a tear hanging on the corner of your eyelid.

“good girl, good- shit..-“

he’d sharply inhale, feeling the wave of your liquids dribbling out as he’d pump back his hips, coming inside of your body.

you’d feel his fluids seep inside you deep, moans of pleasure and exhaustion filling up the room. the sofa now stained from the mess you both made.

he’d gently pull his hips out of your body, a light popping noise emanating from it.

he’d collapse on you, sighing roughly in your ear, hands tensing on your thighs, the aftershock of your orgasm leaving you breathless.

a few moments later of silence, his now lightly soft length resting on in between your legs; thought you didn’t care much, still wanting the feeling of him near you, even after all of this.

“you did so good, god, god i love you.”

he’d murmur gently, kissing your ear and rubbing the sides of your thighs.

you would continue whining from the light overstimulation your body experienced, though- at least it was over,

your arms wrapped around his back, head still tilting back a bit.

the sounds of grunts and sighs was only heard, your hand starting to gently scratch against his hair, feeling the soft locks of curls in between your fingers.

“miggy.”

you’d mumble, wanting his attention, his head tilting up at you.

“yeah, i know.”

“i think i made you a mami, hermosa, just now.”

tilting your head and looking down at his face, your eyes scanning the crimson hues of his exhausted pupils.

“maybe.”

your word made his heart skip a beat, his face slightly warming at your feel.

“we gonna brainstorm some names now?”

you’d sigh, digits twirling in his curls.

“please dont get so ahead of yourself.”

he’d scoff in advance, his plump lips pressing against your nose for a light moment, before he’d start resting his forehead up against yours, giving you a soft look.

“let’s get you a towel.”

“and i’ll deal with your taxes afterwards.”

thanks for readin. 💖

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bigboipyromaniac · 8 months ago

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so like SEE THE VISION also hi robin

so like backpacking for Dante on his motorcycle and him driving like an absolute maniac bc bro doesn’t have a license and then him making fun of us for holding on for dear life even though he likes it 🤭

you could do any dante but my hearts telling me 3

I totally didn't specify any Dante but just know that Dante 3 was in mind. I love that old man even though he is dumb asf 💔

I hope they can find a cure to his kind

Dante x Backpacking gn reader

Warnings: Dante, Dante's driving, Slight innuendos but nothing to nsfw

Manic and reckless are two of many words describing Dante’s driving. Or just Dante himself. His lifestyle was all just reckless. He drove around on his motorcycle like he owned the place or didn’t have a license. In his mind, the first part was true; in everyone’s mind, the second half was true. It was truly a wonder how he hadn’t killed anyone yet. He has injured himself multiple times riding around but never his backpack. And you sure as hell weren’t going to be the first.

You clung onto his waist tightly from behind as he wanted to go for a joy ride with you. You made a mental note to decline to ride with Dante and go with Lady the next time. When Dante hit a particularly deep pothole in the road, it sent you both airborne and off the motorcycle by a couple of inches causing you to scream. Dante chuckled at your scream and decided to rev his bike loudly and go even faster.

“Dante! Slow down! I am not dying to your stupid ass driving!” You would yell over his shoulder for him to hear through the wind and his helmet which he kindly let you wear.

He sighed and decided to slow down, looking for a place to park. Dante suddenly got an idea and now the city wasn’t such a great place to park anymore. With another rev to his bike, the two of you started going faster once more. Before you can scold him once more, he hits a curb sending the two of you off the road. The dirt and rocks underneath the tires of his bike made for a really uncomfortable and bumpy ride.

There was one instance where you thought Dante was going to hit a deer but right at the last second, he made a sharp turn to avoid the poor animal. The sharp turn almost caused you to fall off his motorcycle. Dante had luckily grabbed your arm with one of his hands, keeping you hanging onto him.

Finally, the rough ride was over. Dante finally made a halt on top of a hill outside of the city. But in normal Dante fashion, he gripped the breaks making the stop abrupt. He kicked his kickstand and tilted his beloved Cavaliere to sit on the stand. Dante threw one leg over the bike to be able to turn his body towards you.

“Dante I swear to Sparda” You had started to say, sliding off the bike to land on your back into the tall grass below your feet. “You need to start driving better or you will be on your little rides alone.”

“Awe did somebody not have fun? And here I thought I was a pretty good driver. You wound me” Dante gave a fake hurt voice paired with his stupid little pouty face that you love so much.

You gave him a groan loud enough to hear through the helmet you had yet to take off, too busy trying to keep your heart in your chest with how much it was beating. Dante stood up from sitting to stretch his muscles. Dante then fell to lay on top of you.

“Baby c’mon, you didn’t die. You’re safe and in the arms of your skilled driver and totally awesome boyfriend” The white-haired man said, wrapping his arms around you to trap you in his hold and tapping his head against your helmet.

Dante then moved one of his hands to click the side of your helmet causing the visor to flip up, revealing your eyes glaring right at him. He raised an eyebrow and attempted to move the visor back down to avoid your gaze.

“You’re no fun. As much as I love it when you’re mad at me, I can’t stand seeing your eyes burning a hole in my sense of humor.”

With that, you tilted your head away and started wiggling your arms out of his grasp. Once you were mostly free, you removed the helmet from your head.

“Awe there you are my little killjoy” Dante teased you even more causing you to blush and push his head away. “I’m sorry you can’t handle how fast I drive baby, but Cavaliere needs to go fast and so do I”

Dante laid his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat which was now somewhat calmed down from its previous racing state

.“You’re so dumb, Dante” You ran your hands through his white hair causing the overgrown man baby to cuddle into your chest even further.

“But you love me” Dante says before perking up to look at you in the eyes. “I have an idea! What if I taught you to ride? You think it will be a more pleasurable experience for you?”

You gave the manner a thought before shrugging your shoulders. You gave him a brief ‘maybe’ before pulling his head back down to lie on your chest.

“Great! You can practice on the rider if you get what I’m referring to”

You couldn’t see his face but you already knew he had a smug look and wiggled his damn eyebrows. You gave him a light bash at the back of his head causing him to suck air through his teeth. Before he can protest anymore you pull his head back by his hair and smash your lips into his.

“I love you asshole” You pull away for a second to breathe and speak your mind before pulling him into a kiss once more. “But you get on my nerves”

Dante was surprised that you had decided to kiss him. He knows you love him but even he knows he can be a handful. In the typical Dante fashion, he decided to speak up with a comeback.

“There is one particular nerve I am hoping to hit” He gave you a cheesy ass grin. Oh if only you could wipe the smug look off his face.

“I wish I kept my mouth shut. You simply are too much at times” You pushed his head away causing him to groan, already missing the feeling of your lips. “Always knowing how to ruin a moment. But I guess it wouldn’t be you if you didn’t open that big mouth of yours”

“I know something else I can do with this big mouth of mine”

“Dante?”

“Love of my life?”

“Shut up, please”

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