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FANCY SEEING YOU HERE IV

- DANTE SPARDA (DMC)

18+ MDNI, only warning.

Wheww I believe this is the closing chapter to FSYH. It’s open ended, but, I don’t have any more plot devices planned as of now so I’m going to officially call it here for this one. I haven’t written this much in a long time, let alone mature content so take it with a grain of salt.

Happy reading!

Part one Part two Part three

The bright morning sun shines within your bedroom, you forgot to close the blinds in your rush to lay down. It’s annoying at most, but it’s not what wakes you. A disturbing buzz vibrates from atop your bedside table, blindly you fish around from it, far too comfortably to sacrifice rolling over onto your back.

Eventually you feel it, in your haste you yank it off charge, blindly accept the call and balance it on your ear.

“Hello?” You greet groggily, eyes still closed and hair askew over your pillow.

“Good morning, sunshine!” Your friend replies, her giggle is taunting.

With your other hand, from under your pillow you pull your hair out of your mouth, “How are you so cheery?” You groan, “You drank just as much as me last night,”

“Yeah, but did you chug any water when you got home?” Fair point, you didn’t.

“You’re a freak,” you grumble, sinking back into your pillow with a huff.

It’s silent for a thoughtful second, “Anything interesting happen on the way home? You should have told me you were getting picked up by your knight in shining armour,”

You snort, Dante would love that one, cocky as he is, “No,” you lie, not ready to unpack that conversation, “Just a walk home,”

“You’re a fucking liar,” your friend laughs, “You were all over him, and he lapped up every moment of it. I won’t be surprised if I hear an engagement announcement soon, are there wedding bells in the distance?”

You stuff your face into pillow in avoidance, regret washes over you. You were never one for public displays of affection, but clearly you went overboard last night.

“I didn’t even know he was going to show up,” you mumble into your pillow.

“Huh? Can’t hear you hun,” she chimes.

You sigh, shifting your face onto its side again, “Didn’t think he would show, he was meant to be on a miss—out of town,” you settle on.

“What? Oh my god,” her giggle turns into full on laughter. “This just gets better and better, you’re telling me he left his out of town meeting to find you?”

Well, you hadn’t actually put that part into perspective yet. You hadn’t put anything into perspective, it was way too early. With a sigh, you roll over onto your back to stare up at the ceiling.

You rake your fingers through your hair, “I guess? I don’t know,”

“That’s dedication,” she comments, “I guess he passes the test, for now.”

You chat a little while longer, mortified at the blanks she fills in on your behaviour last night. This is why you don’t drink, you make a promise to never drink that much again. Your friend doesn’t believe a word of it, and you hang up after a promise to catch up again sometime soon.

You stare at your ceiling for a little while longer. Dante had been on a mission last time you spoke to him on the phone. Not only was it far away, but it was meant to be at least another week long. From what you remember it was a hunting mission, some hoard hiding deep in the mountains and smuggling others through a portal.

How had he made it back so early? Had he expedited the mission somehow? And for what? You shake your head, an opportunity must have lined up, there’s no way he rushed in blindly just to meet you.

You rise up abruptly in your bed, the sheets pool around your lap. You search the sheets frantically for your phone which you just put down. Once founded, you scroll through your call log until you find the number.

It rings a couple times before it picks up, “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you for at least a couple more hours,”

You bring your knees up to your chest, “How did you finish the mission so early?”

There’s a momentary pause and shift, you imagine Dante leaning back in his chair as he tries to think of an excuse, “There was an opening?” He tries.

“Bullshit! You rushed in there! It makes so much sense, how odd you were acting, and telling me to keep my phone on me. It was so you could find me later on once you finished the mission!” You exclaim.

“Woah, woah, woah, calm down. It wasn’t like that,” he placates, “Yeah maybe I…cut out a few steps of the original plan, but it was still under control,”

You drag your free hand down your face, shaking your head in disbelief, “I can’t believe you Dante, rushing in like that for something so stupid!”

“It’s not stupid—” he interjects.

“—Yes it is! It’s the definition of stupid!”

A deep sigh rumbles through the speaker, “There you go again, questioning my abilities, If I were a lesser man I’d be offended, darling,”

“You are so fucking cocky, one day it’s gonna bite you in the ass Dante,” you lean back until you’re propped up against your headboard.

“Where’s the girl from last night? She was much more fun,” he muses, “Couldn’t keep her hands off me either,”

You clench your teeth and look to the window of your room. You can feel your face flaming, and it’s not because of the sunlight pouring in.

“Fuck you,” you mutter, “That’s unfair to bring up,”

The smirk is apparent in Dante’s tone, “I like to play dirty,”

“Yeah, well, I don’t exactly remember you complaining,” you snap.

“Oh, is that what you think?” He asks sincerely, “I’m far from complaining, I was one step away from waking up in bed with you this morning,”

His tone is matter of fact. So self assured of his feelings, that it’s almost overwhelming to hear. When speaking to Dante, your mind just runs on autopilot, there’s no thinking or deliberating.

“What stopped you?”

The hiss you hear in response is satisfying. Like a crack in the armour, “Because I am a gentleman, sweetheart. Although, you make it hard to keep it that way,”

Before you can reply with a witty remark, he cuts through, “Listen,” there’s rummaging in the background, “I have to go to meet a client, this conversation is to be continued in person. You alright with that, doll?”

The condescension sets your jaw in place, “Sure, whatever you want, Dante,”

There’s a pause in his step, “Don’t overthink this,”

“Overthink what?”

“This— Us,” he sighs, “I really have to go, and I don’t want to rush this, don’t think until I see you next,” he demands.

“Don’t think?” You muse questioning.

“Don’t think,” he confirms, “I’ll see you in the office later.”

You barely exchange goodbye’s by the line hangs up.

The day went about as normal, you weren’t expected in the office until the afternoon so it was a slow start around your apartment. Despite Dante’s demand to not think, you were thinking.

Your friends painted a real cozy picture of the two of you last night. And as much as you cringe over your own behaviour, it makes you feel some kind of warmth. As stupid as Dante was for cutting corners on a mission, he did do it for you, right? It would be equally as stupid to dismiss that.

Maybe you weren’t ready for this conversation, what if you had different ideas?

Your phone pings on the kitchen bench.

[Image]

Just in case you needed photo evidence of how into you he is.

You open the photo from your friend and smile. It’s slightly blurry, but it’s a shot of the two of you outside from the bar window. Dante’s arm is wrapped around your waist as an anchor, and he’s leant down to hear you better as you talk animatedly mid step.

You shake your head and save the photo before putting it down. You move on about your day and push everything else back before it derails your day.

It’s about two pm when you unlock the door to your office. Everything is as you left it, with no messages on the machine you go about the admin work for the day. A few hunters drop in for their contracts, but other than that, it’s uneventful. It’s gives your mind lots of time to wander against your will. Dante hadn’t checked in once, which is unusual on most days, but maybe he’s just trying to keep his word to talk in person.

Minutes tick by and you’re getting bored, all your work is done but the day isn’t over. As if sensing your boredom, the office phone rings. You reach over with laziness to take it off the hook.

“Devil may cry,” you greet.

“Y/N,” Enzo replies, “How goes everything?”

“Slow,” you complain, “Barely any hunters have come by, or even called, it’s dead over here,”

There’s a knowing hum, “Probably because Dante is sweeping up all the contracts,”

You frown, “How? He hasn’t even come past here recently,”

“He’s got his own contacts, most of our high profile clients have his direct line, they only come to us when he’s on long missions,” he explains.

You tilt your head in confusion, “Wait, so he doesn’t even need us?” You inquire, “Then why does he come past so often?”

“Wait,” Enzo pauses, “He’s been visiting you? When?”

“At least once a week?” You say questioningly, “More sometimes, actually,”

“Interesting…” Enzo teases, “Keep an eye on for me, will you?”

“Sure.” You reply hesitantly.

A weird feeling follows you after the call. Enzo had been vague at best—like he always is— you justify. You’ve noticed how he keeps Dante a bit more guarded than the rest of the hunters. There’s a tie there that you don’t know enough about, but you can tell he cares a lot about him.

You keep your mind busy with mindless work that you’ve been putting off until now. The sun slowly starts to set and your eyes are getting tired, you lean back in your chair and rub your face under your glasses. The door starts to creek open, you peek your eye open. A familiar red jacket slips through, you lean forward in your seat ready to greet him but your smile drops.

There’s red drops dripping from somewhere onto the floorboards of your office. You stand up quickly as Dante closes the door behind him.

“You’re bleeding,”

“Huh?”

“You’re bleeding,” you state, point at the red drops on the floorboards.

Dante looks down at the floor where the blood is dripping, curiously he examines his left arm to see a deep cut on the outside. Must of missed that one.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he assures, “It’ll heal,”

You’re not listening as you open one of the overhead cupboards to grab your first aid kit. You usher him to sit down, and he complains— really it’s not necessary— just as you grab the antibacterial wipes you can see the cut slowly knit itself back together like nothing happened.

Reading about Dante’s regeneration ability is one thing, but seeing it in person astounds you. You sit back on the corner of the desk in front of him, wipe still in hand.

“I…” you trail off, shaking your head, “Didn’t expect that,”

“Told you,” he states.

You sigh and reach for his arm anyway to wipe off the dried blood.

“Successful mission then?” You ask, wiping over the skin that just previously was sliced open. You feel complete disbelief, there’s not even a scar.

“Very successful,” he smiles, “Fat paycheque too,” he adds on.

A charged silence washes over the two of you. You try not to think—ironic—about anything than the crusted blood you’ve now finished scrubbing off. As you turn to drop the wipe in the bin beside your desk, you hear the chair scrape backwards. When you look back, Dante is standing over you.

“You’re quiet,” he notes, finger hooking under your chin. You smile in amusement as he tilts your head side to side in inspection, “Getting shy on me?”

“Never,” you reply. “Just thinking,”

He looks down at you suspiciously, his other hand gets comfortable on your thigh, “About what?”

“Enzo told me something interesting,”

Dante back tracks, confusion stopping his hand in place, “Like…?”

You arch your brow, “Apparently clients have a direct line to you when you’re in town,” you wrap your hand around his raised arm, stroking up and down, “So there’s no need for me to liaise between you and them,”

Dante smiles knowingly, “Caught on have you? Should have known Enzo would open his big, fat mouth,” he sighs dramatically, looking down at your lap. Both his hands are now resting on your thighs, you can feel the warmth of his hands through your stockings as he rubs up and down.

“Anything else you want to add?” You ask.

He tilts his head and leans in closer, invading your space, “Need me to spell it out for you?” You can feel his breath fan across your face as he comes closer, “I’m obsessed with you, have been since you kicked me out of your office,” he admits.

You laugh lightly, “That do it for you?”

He mulls it over with a nod, “The tights helped.”

You squeeze your thighs together subconsciously at the thought. Your knees are the only thing forcing space between the two of you, but Dante doesn’t let that stop him as he uses your thighs as something to grip onto. The warmth emanating from him is making your own body begin to flush.

“I think that’s enough conversation,” you breathe.

“Thank god.”

The first kiss is rushed, you’re forced to lean back from Dante’s eagerness. Your hands come up to hold onto his shoulders, then neck, for anchorage as his hands slip further up your skirt. He’s not as reserved as he was last night, his hands are all over your body trying to map it out. When his hands migrate to your covered chest, he hums and breaks away for a breath.

“You have no idea how hard it was to leave you alone last night.” he admits, hands shamelessly squeezing your chest.

You exhale sharply, his gaze is fixated on your body. Without say, you reach for the hem of your sweater and lift it up. Dante remains quiet as you do so, watching as inch my inch your skin comes on display. You’re just left in your bra as the sweater is flung behind you on your desk chair. You lean your hands behind on your desk, letting Dante stare at your exposed chest. His hands hover your naked waist, but doesn’t touch almost out of reverence.

“Did you think about me?” You tease.

This seems to snap him out of his reverie, he looks into your eyes, “It would be shameful for me to even say what I was thinking about.”

His hands settle on your thighs, forcing them open so he can step through. He watches your expression as his hands slowly migrate up your waist, his thumbs dig under your ribs causing a steep exhale. Settled there, he arches your back as he drags you closer for another kiss. You keep your hands on the desk for anchorage as his hands continue to glide up your ribs. Without the sweater in the way, you can feel the warmth of his hands encompass your breasts through the lace.

He’s shameless as he squeezes them, you moan against his lips, hand holding onto his outstretched arm tightly. You pant softly as he pulls away, leading kisses down your neck. You almost miss the warmth as his hands pull away from your chest, one settles on your waist while the other is placed on your thigh.

He pauses as his fingers dip into your inner thigh, “How attached are you to these?” He asks, fingers pinching and snapping the tights material against your leg.

“Huh?” You breathe out, “Not much?”

The snap and tear of the material makes your eyes widen, you try to close your legs out of habit but can’t with him standing in the middle of them.

He sighs in contentment, staring at the massive hole he’s ripped from your crotch to inner thighs, “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,”

You shake your head in disbelief, “You’re a fucking animal,” you chastise.

He smirks wolfishly, “Oh yeah?” His fingers glide over your exposed sensitive skin, inching close to your panties, “What does that make you then?”

Your breathing turns shallow as his thumb brushes over your covered clit. Your hand shoots down to grip his wrist as he keeps rubbing, just barely. The fine sensations are setting you on edge. You want to get even, to wipe that godforsaken smirk off his face.

You reach for his pants but he leans back grabbing your hand with his free one before you can touch, “Nuh uh,” he teases, still circling his thumb, “Not yet,”

You frown incredulously, “What? Why?”

“Ladies first.” He responds, slowly dropping to his knees.

Your legs are pushed open further to accomodate his broad shoulders, your hands grip the edge of the desk as you look down at him. Your skirt is still covering most, but you can see as one hand settles on your inner thigh and the other reaches forward. Deft fingers hook onto the edge of your panties and pull them to the side. The cool air makes you clench, but Dante doesn’t wait as he leans forward.

The feel of his tongue circling your clit makes you moan instantly, nails dig into the edge of the desk as your arch forward against the sensation. You cuss breathlessly and look up at the ceiling with your eyes clenched shut.

“Fuck, should have said something sooner,” you look down at Dante, jaw involuntarily slack as you pant, “Didn’t realise you were so good at this,”

You can see him start to pull away—for some witty remark, of course— but you grip his hair firmly, “Don’t,” you demand, “I don’t need the comment right now, Dante.”

Dante loves a girl that can use her words. Following your command he leans forward and sucks around your clit, the sensation is rough, as sensitive pins spike. Your fingers curl tightly in his hair as you clench your thighs closer around his head.

Dante groans beneath you. You apologise softly and force your legs to relax, but his hands grip the outside of your thighs and push them closer. When your thighs tense, he rewards you with a soft tap.

Good girl.

Noted. You keep your thighs squeezed around his head, and one hand clenched around his silvery strands as he continues to eat you out. One hand sneaks away from your thighs and inches closer to his mouth, without warning his middle finger starts to rub up and down your slit. It’s dripping with your own juices alongside Dante’s saliva.

“Wait,” you gasp, “Wait—”

He slides his finger in with ease. You shiver and curl forward, your hand is pushing down on Dante’s head causing him to lean deeper and it’s all just too much sensation. Your thighs twitch, as his finger slides in and out in timed thrusts, when his index finger aims to join you shake your head and push your palm against his forehead forcing him to dislodge.

His fingers are still moving but he’s breathing with panting breaths as he looks up at you. The light of your office highlights the glistening mixture of fluids of his chin and neck. It’s hard to catch your breath when his fingers curl inside you. Your hand migrates from his hair to his shoulder.

“Dante,” you pant, “You need to—stop,” you gasp.

His free hand grips your thigh for leverage as he stands, towering over you once again.

“Can’t handle it?” He teases, “I don’t know what to tell you doll, I can’t stop until you’re ready. So you’re just going to have to take it.”

The finality of it makes you clench your teeth. Now that he’s standing you can see the clear outline of his cock tenting his pants. You reach forward with haste to unbuckle his pants, this time he allows it as he slips a third finger in. The stretch makes you grapple at his arms for leverage. For a moment he just stands there with his pants undone as you catch your breath. He loves the affect his fingers and mouth are having on you, already imagining future ways he could be better.

With one last deep breath you straighten up again, widening your legs a bit more as you pull him forward by ends of his pants. With unrestricted access, you slide your hand across his boxers, feeling along the covered length. Dante huffs, his hand gripping your thigh at the sensation.

His movements stutter when your fingers pinch softly around the former wet patch on his underwear. The off guard hiss, drives you forward with confidence. You slip your hand underneath and form a tight grip around his cock. His hips twitch forward, fingers withdrawing altogether from your hole to grip your thigh. You can feel the wetness of his fingers through your stockings, as you start to stroke your hand up and down.

Dante mutters words of praise at just about anything you do, every twist, squeeze, and pinch is met with a resounding yes, keep going. As long as your hands are on him, he’s coming undone. He’s near desperate when your fingers circle tightly around the head of his cock, milking every bit of pre-cum he’s capable of without blowing his load altogether.

When you pull his cock out, he hisses as the cool air brushes against sensitive skin. All you can think about is how wet your fingers are starting to get.

“Feel okay, sweetheart?” You whisper with faux concern, the mischievous smile on your face gives your facade up instantly, this is about revenge.

Dante groans, feeling a tad bit helpless—dream scenario to him—under your touch. His hand goes towards your skirt but you slap his hand away before he can retreat under, “Nuh-uh,” you tease, “Not yet,”

He huffs and places it back on your thigh, to accomodate his weight he leans his forehead against yours. Both of you are now watching as you stroke his cock leisurely.

“I will fucking cum like this,” he admits shamelessly.

You smile, “And disappoint me? I thought you were better than that,”

He sighs, cock twitching at the tight upstroke of your hand, “I’m only a man, darling, when are you going to learn that?”

His hands grip harder and drag your legs around his waist. Both of his hands and your free one are resting on the desk behind you for balance. He kisses you hastily, catching you off guard. It’s needy, and desperate, and deep. His tongue dominates your mouth in a sweep causing your hand to pause its movements. With clumsy eagerness you tug him forward until you can feel the head of his cock slide through the slick of your inner thighs, next to your entrance.

Dante bows his head his desperation, his hands grip your hips and tug you forward until you can both feel him slide up and down the wetness.

“Fuck,” you gasp as your clit is rubbed against. You can’t help but wriggle your hips, the sensation is numbing.

“Stop,” he pants, forcing your hips to still with a bruising grip, “Stop moving.”

You twitch impatiently but Dante’s not letting you go anywhere. After a moment of recollection, he shuffles back and removes your hand to replace it with his own. You watch, entranced, as he glides forward. His hands push your skirt up to your hips so he has an unobstructed view as he sinks in.

It’s maddening, how full you feel. The office is quiet save for the panting as you both catch your breath. Dante leads a trail of kisses across your chest as you settle.

“Okay?” He asks gently.

You exhale raggedly, “You’re fucking massive,”

Dante quirks an eyebrow, a satisfied smile on his face. You slap his chest, “Don’t look so happy about it,”

“Is my massive cock an issue?” He asks.

You shake your head incredulously, “Just move,”

“Yes ma’am.”

The first thrust is uncomfortable as you clench tightly around him, but he takes such care as he opens you up nice and slow. The shallow thrusts start to become not enough, more, you demand, and well, Dante is nothing but a follower for you.

He notes what you like most and by the end of it he has you. Fingers are curled in his hair, teeth marks against his bare shoulder from the just right, timing of his thrusts, and your legs trembling around his waist. When you think this is it, the tense curl of your lower stomach is about to snap, his fingers reach to rub against your clit.

“Fuck!” You cry, just hanging on at this point, your fingers tighten against his hair and shoulder as you press closer against his chest, “Too much,”

Dante hums, fraying at the edges himself but just a little more intact than you to keep it together, “Nah, you can take it my love, can’t you?”

He hasn’t called you that since the mission you went on together and it makes you sob, “Fuck, Dante, please,”

Who is he to say no to his girl?

He thrusts in deep, just as you like, and circles your clit faster until you’re clenching and trembling around him. He would give up a lot to see your face right now, but he settles on next time, as he pulls out to cum on your thigh.

He’s satisfied at the mess he’s made on your stockings, a deep fulfilment flooding his chest as he rubs it in with his thumb. You can only look down from his shoulder dazed and mildly disgusted at the mess he’s making.

“You fucking creep,” you mutter.

He tilts your head back, admiring your flushed face and tear stricken cheeks. Your lips twist as he rubs his dirty thumb against your bottom lip, forcing it in your mouth.

“Shh,” he coos pressing his thumb against your thumb to silence your annoyed protest, “Stop acting like you don’t love it.”

You thought it impossible for your face to get anymore red but Dante chuckles. He had so much in store for you.

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FANCY SEEING YOU HERE III

- DANTE SPARDA (DMC)

I heart girlhood and first kisses.

Part one Part two Part four

It had been a month since that eventful first day, and Dante had gotten very comfortable in your presence. He dropped by with seemingly no rhyme or reason, every time you tried to assign him a case he would just wave it off. Apparently busy with other work.

Not only did he physically disturb your work hours, but he somehow got ahold of your work number.

When the landline rings, you pick it up without thinking, “Devil May Cry,”

“That’s it?” The voice crackles due to the poor speaker, “No, this is Y/N speaking, how can I help you?” A familiar voice mocks.

You lean back in your chair with a grin, crossing your leg over the other— you better get comfortable this is going to be a long call — and squish the receiver between your cheek and shoulder.

You hum, “Maybe you should be a receptionist, you’ve got the voice for it,”

“Oh yeah? What else am I good at?” The cocky grin is apparent in his tone.

You roll your eyes, “Being a pain in my ass,” your eyes flick to the clock display on your computer, “Aren’t you on a mission right now?”

Dante hums in confirmation, “I found some downtime, just to check in on you,”

Check ins, that’s what Dante liked to call this.

“I’m just as fine as I was yesterday, Dante,” you reply, “If I didn’t know any better, it sounds like you care about me, sweetheart,”

The rumble of his laughter over the speaker makes you inhale just a bit deeper, “Yeah, yeah caught red handed.”

You found it hard to navigate this dynamic with Dante. You expected the flirtatious conversations to die down but as you got more acquainted, if anything, it’s just amped it up. You’re certain it’s just the demon hunter’s nature, and not anything personal, which is fine by you. The last thing you need is to complicate this working relationship even further.

“You there, darling?” He questions, snapping you out of your train of thought.

You lean forward in your seat, moving the computer mouse to wake the screen back up, “Yeah, here,” you respond, “How’s the mission going?”

“So boring,” he complains, “Don’t make me talk about it, any plans tonight? Tell me it’s something fun,”

You laugh, “Going out actually,” you choose to ignore Dante’s dramatic gasp, “Calendar finally lined up, so I’m getting some drinks with some friends,”

Dante lets out the most wounded sound you’ve ever heard, “What! You never go out—”

“Not true!” You interject.

“—The one time you’re doing something fun and I’m not even there to see it!”

You frown, “Who said you would be invited anyway?”

Dante scoffs, “Don’t be ridiculous, doll, of course I would be there,”

You hum in reluctance, “No, I don’t think so. Pretty sure I sent all the invites out already, guess yours got lost?”

“I find it funny that you think you could stop me from seeing you.” He assures.

You gaze up at the ceiling, shaking your head in disbelief. You turn in your office chair, now facing the window behind you, the cord follows and wraps around the chair.

“Guess you’ll just have to sit this one out then,” you sigh.

“I’ll find a way,” he hums, “Keep your phone on you.”

Even miles away you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched by him, a constant shadow over your shoulder. The sun is starting to set across the buildings outside, you search every rooftop and can’t find a single sign of a soul.

“Sure,” you spin back around to face your computer, “Better let you get back to your mission, I know you work so hard,” you coo.

Dante sighs, “Think of me when you go out tonight, alright doll? Because I’ll be thinking of you,”

“Goodbye Dante.” you fluster.

You hang the phone up with a click. In the silence of your office you groan, dragging your hands down your face is exasperation.

It was later in the evening when you stepped into the bar you were meeting your friends at. In the corner you can see them waving you over, a grin breaks out on your face. Cheers and greetings are shared, you can feel your shoulders relax. This was needed.

“I need a drink.”

Resounding agreements are met with your statement.

Time starts flying by, and you’re starting to forget what drink number you’re on but it’s fine, you got it handled. When you approach the bar, a guy next to you starts chatting. It’s polite and civil, he’s definitely cute, but when he starts pulling his phone out your mouth opens on autopilot.

“Oh, thank you, but no thanks,” you raise your hand placating.

The guy looks a little wounded— you grit your teeth in embarrassment— but doesn’t comment. Your friend punches your arm as he walks off, her eyes are widened.

“Why did you ditch him? He was so cute!”

You shrug, making your way back to your table, “I don’t know, wasn’t feeling it,”

Another girl chimes in as you sit down, “Wasn’t feeling what?”

“This cute ass guy just asked for her number and she shot him down!”

“Politely!” You interject.

The table is looking in your direction, one girl hums conspiratorially, “Someone we don’t know about?”

You choke on your drink, “No!” It’s not convincing, “No, there’s not,”

“Bullshit, your face is red! Who is it? Someone from work?”

The girl beside you tilts her head, “Your shady receptionist job? That would be interesting.”

Okay, so maybe your friends don’t know the full details of your job. It’s not because you don’t trust them, it’s just because this job is meant to be temporary, and honestly you don’t want them to worry about the people you work with.

Like Dante. Your heart pangs for a second at the thought of his name. That makes you pause.

“Oh my god, it’s definitely someone from her shady receptionist job,”

You automatically become defensive, “There’s nothing going on at work,” it doesn’t feel like you mean it, “I mean, nothing can happen anyway, it’s work,”

You shove down the sadness you feel saying that out loud, it’s not something you can deal with right now. When you look around the table you can see the sympathetic looks from everyone.

You groan and chug the rest of your drink, “Another round?”

You’ve definitely lost track of the amount of drinks you’ve had now. You’re laughing at every little amusing thing that comes across your path, and your friends laugh at how slurred your speech is. You’re just about to enter a different bar when your pocket starts to buzz.

“Wait,” you take a wobbly step back and dig into your pocket, “I gotta take this,” you murmur distractedly.

When your friends start to protest you wave your hand at them, “No s’fine, go in, I’ll be like, five minutes?”

You turn your back to them as they walk in, the phone in your hands looks a bit blurry and it takes you a couple tries to hit the accept button but eventually you get it.

“Hello?” You chime cheerily.

A chuckle rumbles through, “Just how drunk are you, doll?”

You frown, “Don’t,” you reply accusingly, “Don’t call me that, only Dante calls me that,”

“Really? He your boyfriend or something?” The voices teases.

You pout, “No, he’s—” you hum in thought, “Uh, a friend,”

Really, how else could you explain Dante to a stranger?

“You don’t sound convinced,”

His voice is deep, you muse, “What are you? A therapist?” A frown creases your eyebrows, “I definitely can’t afford that,”

The voice over the line laughs, it makes you feel warm, “Where are you?”

You scoff, “M’not giving my address to a stranger!”

“Haven’t you figured it out yet, sweetheart?”

“Sweethea—” you gasp loudly suddenly, “Dante?”

“Bingo,” Dante laughs, it’s so familiar how could you not recognise it?

“Dante!” You repeat, in disbelief, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You are so gone,” he comments amusedly.

“Yeah,” you sigh in agreement. Slowly, on unsure legs you walk over to the edge of the pavement to sit on the curb outside of the bar, “I miss you, where are you?”

Dante is going to tease the fuck out of you tomorrow for this. But right now you are not sound of mind to care, or even realise what you are saying. Sitting on the concrete beside a parked car, you watch as other drunken groups stumble and laugh up and down the street.

“On a mission remember?” He muses.

“Oh yeah,” you respond, fingers loosely holding your phone, “How is the mission?”

“That really what you want to talk about right now?”

Your response comes out quick, “If it keeps you on the line,”

The a brief choked noise and pause, you think you hear a quiet curse— fucking hell— in the background, but it’s drowned out by the traffic.

“Where are you?” Dante repeats.

“Huh?” You swing your head around, squinting your eyes at the bar sign out front, “Some bar, Night lounge or somethin’”

“I’ll meet you there,”

You laugh, “What? You’re like—” you wave your hand in gesture, “Somewhere far away,”

“Don’t move, got it?” He ignores your comment, “See you soon, doll.”

You barely say goodbye before the line ends. You stare at your phone in confusion for a moment, what did he mean? Your sluggish mind can’t fit the pieces together, so you shrug it off. Standing up, you dust off your outfit and make your way inside the bar. The girls are urging you to catch up, having missed out on a few rounds.

You completely forget about the phone call.

Hours later, you blearily look at your phone. The clock displays 2:00am. You push your way off the dance floor, leaving your friends behind. Everything is becoming stuffy and you need space, it’s a clumsy exit but you manage to shove your way out. Skirting the edge of the dance floor, you make one last shove this time accidentally hitting someone square in the chest.

“Sorry,” you slur, hands up in defence.

A bigger hand circle your wrist, the other hooking under your chin to tilt your head up, “Just the person I was looking for,”

Slowly you blink to take the man in, black fitted top, broad shoulders, and long silver hair. A grin breaks out on your face, “Dante!” You cheer drunkenly, wriggling your hands out of his grasp and wrap them around his neck. You feel his arms curl around your waist.

Your cheek is smooshed against the juncture of his shoulder and neck, “You made it,” your murmur, “How did you find me?”

Dante looks down at you quizzically, about to respond when you’re suddenly tugged back by your shirt.

“Y/N!” Your friend shouts, “You can’t just run off like that!”

She starts to apologise to Dante on your behalf, “I’m so sorry, she’s drank a lot tonight—”

You hiccup on your laugh, “Don’t apologise,” you poke hard at Dante’s chest, “This is Dante,”

Your friend frowns, “Dante…?”

“From work,” he supplies.

Your friend frowns, looking between the two of you. Dante’s hand is resting comfortably on the small of your back, your hand turning from an accusing point to a splayed hand on his chest.

She raises her eyebrow, “Dante,” she repeats, “From work,”

“That’s me, Dante from work,” he nods.

Another girl from your group comes up, “What’s going on?” She shouts.

She jabs a thumb in your direction, a grin now on her face, “This is Dante from Y/N’s work,”

She gasps, “The Dante?”

Dante’s now starting to feel confused, the two girls in front of him are scrutinising him in his spot. He smiles politely, and lets them look. You on the other hand, are completely taken by a wave of sleepiness. Unaware of the looks exchanged, you slump into Dante’s side.

“Need home,” you murmur.

Dante leans down, hovering closer to your face to hear better, “What?”

You groan at the movement, every shift welcomes a new wave of dizziness, “Need to go home,” you force out.

“Well, Dante from work,” your friend interjects, “Think you can handle this one?”

If you were sober, you’d be more aware of the current stare down that was happening. It’s more than a simple question, Dante was facing a test of loyalty right now, and honestly, it was kinda terrifying.

He answers without doubt, “Yes, I can handle her,”

You crack your eyes open when you feel warmth wrap around you, “Bye Y/N,” kisses are pressed to your cheeks, “Get home safe, and text me!”

You mumble your goodbyes, lots of I love you’s are exchanged before Dante wraps his arm around your waist and leads you outside. Once you step out into fresh air, you sigh. It feels so good to be outside.

“Alright, let’s get you home,”

You slump your head against his shoulder, letting Dante lead the way because your legs are not working right now.

“I wanna take my shoes off,”

“You can’t take your shoes off,”

You cry worriedly, “Are they glued to my feet?”

Dante looks down at your frantic face, shaking his head, “No, we’re walking home, you can’t take your shoes off right now,” he clarifies.

You sigh in genuine relief, the split second reality of not being able to take your shoes off outweighs the minor pain they’re giving you for now.

“Would you cut my feet off if they were actually stuck?” You wonder aloud.

Dante frowns, “No, I would not cut your feet off,”

You tilt your head, “How would you get them off then?”

Dante is unsure of the direction of this conversation, he knows you’re just rambling but the accusing look in your eye makes him think you’re not going to let this go.

He sighs, “Cut them?”

You gasp, “But these are my favourite!” You kick your feet up as to show them off, but you start to topple backwards from the sudden weight shift.

Dante easily swings forward until you’re straightened up again, “I don’t know,” he hums, “Guess I would have to force them off, they’d have to unstick at some point.”

You smile, satisfied at his answer. The streets are starting to get a little quieter as you walk away from the bars, it’s nicer like this, you can hear the cars driving past and a quiet ringing in your ears from the loud music earlier.

Dante’s mind floats back to what your friends said, “Do your friends know me?”

You hum questioningly, thinking back over the blurry events of tonight. After the phone call you went back in the bar, your friends were sitting at the table urging you to catch up on drinks. No wait, something before that.

“Who were you talking to out there?”

“Dante,” you answer simply.

“Dante?” They emphasise, “Who is Dante?”

You shrug, “From work? He’s so annoying,” you roll your eyes, “Keeps calling me all sorts of names, doll, sweetheart, my love,”

While you’re rambling your friends eyes widen, the whole table shocked at the revelation you’ve just spilled.

“Y/N, my darling,” you scrunch your nose, “You know he likes you, right?”

“What?” You scoff, “That’s impossible,”

“Why?”

That made you pause. Why was it impossible again? Something about boundaries and lines interfering.

“Oh my god!” Hands slam on the table, “It’s him! The guy that nothing can happen with!”

Gasps resound around the table, but your head is spinning. Before they can ask you anymore questions you head for the bar.

“You’re the guy,” you say.

“The guy?”

You huff, waving your hand, “The guy,” you emphasise, “From work, where nothing can happen, because you’re from work,” you tag on the end, in case it wasn’t obvious.

Now Dante can read between the lines. In this case, the line is very obvious in your oversharing confidence. A line that should not be discussed right now. He knows. Your apartment building is coming into view, Dante recognises the familiar entrance steps and railing.

“Something you want to say to me, darling?” It’s cruel to ask in your state, but he can’t help it.

You stop abruptly in your path, Dante looks down at you as you turn to him, a determined look pinning your facial expression.

“Yes,” you accuse, stepping closer, “How dare you,”

Dante smirks, “How dare I what?”

You point a finger waving it between him and yourself, “Act like this,” you gesture, “You’re not my partner,”

The drunken words are not eloquently said, but he understands. He steps closer, you tilt your head up to continue facing him.

“Do you want me to stop?” He murmurs, suddenly serious.

You frown, “This is so not fair,” you reach your hands up to cup his face, “You can’t look at me like that,”

Dante would put money down to see what you see in him right now, “What do I look like?” He whispers.

Your thumb grazes gently under his eye, “Not how a friend should look at me,”

He glances down at your lips, “Will you forgive me in the morning?”

His abrupt question confuses you, “For what?” You smile in amusement.

Without warning he leans down, causing your hands to slide down to the back of his neck. Your eyes widen in anticipation, he pauses close to your face, giving you a chance to back off.

“I swear if this is a sick joke, I’ll kill you Dante.” you promise.

Hands grasp your hips, tugging you flush against chest. Seconds later, Dante’s lips are on yours. It’s gentle, is what your foggy mind can comment on. Your hands reach up into his hair, gently curling into the strands, him groans in response with deepened the kiss. One of your hands travels down his chest, feeling for the hem.

Before you can get your fingers underneath, you feel the world spin before your back hits something hard. The kiss breaks, and when you open your eyes and look around you can see you’re leaning against the brick all of your apartment building.

Dante’s heavy breathing matches your own, he shakes his head with a smile, “It’s time for you to go to bed,”

You ignore him, tugging him closer by the loops of his belt. He moves forward without a fight, you lean up to kiss him once more. Dante feels weak in this moment, he can’t say no, not when your fingers are curled around his pants like that. When your fingers reach for the hem of his shirt, there’s only a warning hum. A cautionary, don’t. With a smile against his lips, you breach under, letting your finger tips glide over his hipbone. You don’t get much further until a hand grasps your wrist.

“You’re breaching out of bounds territory,” Dante warns.

You grin, wriggling your fingers that are still trapped under his shirt, “Let me in,”

Dante smiles in amusement at your boldness, “No,” he counters.

Your mouth drops in shock, as if not expecting that response, “You’re so mean,”

His hand drags yours out, “You already knew that,” he winks.

You pout, glancing up at him through your eyelashes. Your slightly smudged mascara affects Dante in a way he didn’t know could, his thoughts are starting to drift too far. Thoughts of you in this outfit, on your knees on your bedroom floor, choking around—

He blinks the thoughts away. He needs to stop this.

Gently he tugs you off the brick wall, guiding you up the stairs to your apartment entrance. Getting the hint, you fish out your keys.

You look at him one last time, “This is real right? I’m not imagining it,”

Dante chuckles, “I would be a fucking fool to pass you up,” he leans forward for one more chaste kiss, his hand cups your face, “Text your friends that you’re home, before they think I killed you,”

You laugh, “I will,”

He leans again, finding it hard to part from your lips but he manages to pull away one last time, “Call me in the morning?”

You hum, leaning against his hand as you peek your eyes open, “Afternoon okay? I’ll definitely feel like shit tomorrow morning,”

Dante smiles, “Deal.”

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Hi i saw that your requests are open so what lets say what if reader magically teleported into the dmc netflix (anime) world and Dante finds her. Like it happens right in front of his eyes. What would he do ? Like becoming friends with feelings type of thing. Hope its not a bother. Have a great day.<3

Not a bother! Never could be :) I love reading everyone's requests! Thank you for asking for this, its a cute little idea <3

You fell from the sky. Literally.

It was certainly a big surprise when he head screaming from above to see someone falling straight towards him. He caught you, arms cradling you as your both stared at one another. Him in bewilderment, and you with fear and confusion.

"This must be my lucky day," He gives you a boyish grin. "Beautiful women falling into my arms!" But he sees how dizzy you seem to be, pressing you hand against your aching head. His expression calms. "You okay?"

"I don't know," You mumble, voice shaking. "I think... I'm going to faint."

His eyes widen. "What? Hey, wait a second you -" He falls silent when your head lands on his shoulder. "Okay," He mutters to himself, correcting his hold on you. "I've got you."

He didn't think that odd meeting would make everything seem so different. You were human, the both of you made sure of that when you had woken up in his apartment. That didn't stop him from calling you Angel, though.

With no where else to go, you ended up staying with Dante - you found out his name when he ordered pizza for the both of you. Demons was a big surprise for you, since where you're from, they were mostly monsters in movies and books.

Here, they were real.

"the healing is cool," You said one day, sitting besides him on his couch. A small bowl of water and a towel in your hands. Lifting the wet towel to clean the blood sticking to his skin on the side of his face. "the mess? Not so much."

"That's too bad," Sighs Dante. Eyes closed as he feels how gentle you are cleaning the blood off from his skin. "I like when you pamper me."

You glance away, heat in your cheeks. "Oh, so you get bloodied up on purpose? Maybe I should stop," You make a scene to pull away, only to laugh when he stops you. Hand holding yours back up to his face, his other arm wrapping around your waist.

"Don't be like that," He whines, pulling you closer. "I need my Angel to take care of me."

You huff softly at is little nickname for you. Still, you continue to clean off the blood softly. The air around you two becoming soft and quiet. Dante opens is eyes slightly, and his breath hitches.

The soft light glowing behind you like your very own halo. Brows furrowed slightly as you concentrate on what you are doing. One of your hands cradling his face to hold him still.

You are beautiful.

Eyes widening, you stop and stare at him. Feeling as if your heart stopped, then rebooted. Beating against your chest, trying to break out and into his hands.

"...Shit." He had said that out loud.

Dante looks away, but doesn't turn away. Needing to feel how you still cradle his face so softly. How your thumb brush, feather light over his cheek. He tenses when you wrap your other arm around him, face hiding within his neck. He can feel your breath warming his skin, how your lips touch him as they lift into a shy smile.

Nothing needs to be said. It's felt in how he shifts his arms around you tightly. Comforting. His cheek pressed against your head, holding you to his chest.

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Good Girl || Dante Sparda ||

A/n: Let me know if ya'll want a second part with actual smut.

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The air reeked of gunpowder and demon blood. You were still trembling from the chaos—clutching your arms around yourself as you sat stiffly on the dusty couch in Dante’s office. He had saved you, again. No big deal to him. Another night. Another demon. Another close call.

You flinched as he kicked the door shut behind him.

“Relax,” he said, voice gravelly and low as he tossed Ebony and Ivory on the desk, cracking his neck. “You’re safe now, sweetheart.”

Your eyes followed the way his coat hung off his shoulders, the way blood streaked across his exposed chest. You swallowed hard and looked down, cheeks burning. Why did he have to be so… like that?

He walked over, boots heavy against the wood floor, and knelt in front of you. “You alright?” he asked, more gentle this time. His gloved hand reached up, brushing your hair from your face.

You nodded, though your heart pounded louder than any demon’s roar.

“You’ve got that look again,” he said, cocking his head with a smirk. “Like I’m gonna eat you alive.”

Your breath hitched. His hand hadn’t left your cheek.

“Dante…” you whispered, but there was no strength behind it. Just heat. Nervous heat pooling low in your stomach.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, eyes fixed on your lips. “Watching me tear through monsters, then act all shy like you’re not soaking through those panties.”

You gasped, face burning hotter than hellfire, but your thighs instinctively pressed together.

He caught that. Of course he did.

“Oh, baby…” he chuckled darkly, lips brushing your ear. “You’re not innocent. You’re just aching for someone to ruin you properly.”

You whimpered as he pushed you gently back onto the couch, hovering over you—his hand sliding up your skirt, calloused fingers ghosting over your inner thigh.

“Say the word,” he murmured. “Say you want it.”

“I… I want it,” you breathed, eyes wide, voice trembling.

Dante grinned like a devil, pulling your panties aside. “Then you’re getting it.”

One finger slid between your folds, slow and deliberate. “Shit… You’re dripping.”

Your back arched, a moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. His thumb brushed your clit, sending sparks through your whole body.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, adding a second finger, pumping into you slowly, then faster—filling the room with the obscene wet sounds of your need. “Such a sweet little thing, falling apart just from my fingers…”

Your hands gripped his shirt, hips rocking against his hand as he curled his fingers just right—finding that spot that made you cry out.

“Let go for me,” he said, voice a low command, lips grazing your neck. “Come on my fingers. Don’t hold back.”

And you didn’t. Your body shattered beneath him, writhing against his touch as your orgasm ripped through you—his name a breathless chant on your lips.

He pulled back slowly, fingers glistening, eyes dark.

“Next time,” he murmured, licking them clean, “I’m not stopping at fingers.”

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don't pmo

whyyy do people have the audacity to dm me and ask to do a fanart and then at the end ask for payment? 🫠 in this economy? Like I understand people should get paid for their work but why try to offer something under the assumption that it's fanart and not a commission and even after I'm like oh sorry I didn't know it was commission, they continue to bother me about it 💀 I'm poor what do you want me to do about it

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Heeey, I saw you are writing for fairy tail😍😍 I am obsessed. Can I please request a Natsu x Reader fiction. I don't have anything specific in mind. Maybe they are on a quest and reader is cold and Natsu helps them warm up. I don't know, just pure fluff!!! Thank you!!!!!!

just a lil drabble while im sick :) natsu was my first ever anime crush and ive been feeling so nostalgic about him <3

late night cuddle.

you tried not to make it obvious, but it was getting harder by the second.

just why the hell was it so cold?

it had been like that for the entirety of the mission but bearable in the midst of everything. natsu and gray's bickering, coupled with light chattering with lucy and erza had been enough to keep your mind off of it on the trip here, and then once you were in the thick of it, it was pretty easy to ignore too. fighting, after all, built up quite the sweat.

but now? with no sun and just the dark, lonely sky, and a sleeping bag that was as thin as the shirt you were wearing it? it was so much more harder to ignore now.

a glance over your shoulder to your teammates tells you they're pretty much all asleep themselves, except for natsu who'd elected to keep first watch. happy had first volunteered to join him, but twenty minutes in you'd heard natsu chuckle affectionately and send him off to bed too.

so, that left just him and then the rest of your teammates peacefully asleep.

your eyes flicker to lucy next to you; you could ask her if she wanted to share a blanket and sleep close for warmth. you knew the girl never really wore the most appropriate clothing so she wouldn't mind and it wasn't like it was your first time ever having to share a sleeping bag before.

but.... but she looked so peaceful. her eyes shut and her lips parted just slightly as her chest rose and fell with soft breathes and you remember how she'd gotten hit partically hard earlier in the fight. the large bandaged bruise on her cheek a swift reminder and you didn't want to wake her up especially when rest was probably the best thing for her.

not to mention, wendy was off with gajeel and levy for a mission so she didn't have wendy's soothing healing magic to ease any of the pain.

yeah. no. you definitely were not disturbing her.

you glance to your other teammates. you loved gray, but he definitely wouldn't warm you up—if anything, he'd probably just make you more cold. erza wasn't an option either. you'd made that mistake once before and your head still hurt from being slammed against her armour (which she wore to bed, of course) and then kept against it for the entirety of the night.

happy was nice to cuddle with but he wouldn't keep you all that warm.

finally, your eyes flicker back to natsu. his back is turned to you and he's sitting crossed-legged by the edge of the camp, completely in his own world. he'd be warm, the warmest out of everyone, given him being a fire dragon slayer. but... the thought of... of asking him to warm you up brought an instant flush to your cheeks, embarrassment coursing through your entire veins and that idea gets reected instantly in fear of your feeligns.

so, relectantly, you're turning back around, letting your head fall against your thin pillow again.

you shut your eyes, forcing them shut and pull your knees to your chest, holding your blanket tight against you, praying that even just a bit of warmth will allow you to fall asleep.

a cold burst of wind has you shivering a second later and your teeth practically chitter against one another and you give up on sleep all together then.

with your blanket still wrapped around your shoulders, you make your way to where natsu's sat, sitting an appropriate distance from him.

"y/n?"

natsu's voice is soft, an odd tone you've never really heard on him before as his head tilts to face you, confusion written across his face.

"what're you doing up?"

"couldn't sleep," is all you offer in explanation, pulling your blanket closer around you. sending him a soft smile, you gesture behind you. "you can head to bed if you want. i can keep watch."

for a split second, he looks like he's gonna agree, the exhaustion clear on his face as he moves to thank you. then, wind brushes through the camp once again that has your hair swishing and your shoulders pulling in, a hiss leaving your lips as you try to fight through the bitting wind. natsu halts to a stop.

"why couldn't you sleep?"

you barely realize natsu's asked you a question until suddenly his face is right in front of you, concerned.

"o-oh!" you let out, startled, leaning back and using your hand to catch yourself. regrettably though, just the mere presence of natsu so close already makes you feel warmer. "it's no biggie!" you laugh off lightly, despite how good he feels so close. "i was just a little cold so i thought—"

whatever you're about to say gets promptly cut off the second you're being pulled flush against a firm chest. it all happens in a second. it's like you blink and suddenly you're being lifted off the ground and into a lap where a pair of arms wrap snuggly around your waist and you're completely surrounded by warmth.

"n-natsu!"

"here," natsu whispers, gruffly and it nearly sends you into a heart attack. "i'll keep you warm."

you blink, turning back to see him grinning brightly down at you. that same toothy grin natsu always has and the same one that always sends flutters through your stomach and has your heart racing madly against your chest.

you can barely stand it in general and even less when it's directed solely at you.

"oh," you manage to force out. "you—you don't have to, natsu!" you wingle in his grasp, trying to scoot off of his lap, but natsu's grip stays tight around you. "i meant what i said. you should get some rest and—"

"y/n?"

"...yeah?"

natsu's grin fades but only to turn into something softer. a warm, gentle grin falls on his face as he shakes his head. "you're practically shaking. you even feel cold, and that's a lot coming from me." you frown, just then realizing how cold you really had been. "it's fine. i offered to keep watch in the first place and besides? who better than me to keep you warm, right?"

there's a possessive edge to his tone that you don't quite catch.

the way he says it so nonchalantly has you absolutely reeling. so much that all you can manage in response is a weak hum and a nod as you turn back ahead of yourself, slowly and cautiously letting your back fall against natsu's chest.

"comfortable?"

you can feel his chest rumble as he speaks.

"y-yeah," you nod, letting yourself sink into his touch more, unable to deny how warm he is. a good warm. a really good warm. you can already feel the exhaustion you'd been feeling all day catching up to you as your eyelids grow heavy.

"thank you, natsu."

you say it just as your eyes fall shut, unaware of the warm smile natsu glances at you down with as you fall asleep in his arms and in his lap.

"no problem, y/n/n."

-

"damn, natsu, i didn't think you had it in you."

"shut it, droopy eyes."

"hey—!"

"they're in loveeeee~!"

"seriously, though, natsu. i... i certainly wasn't expecting to wake up to this."

"yeah, natsu. if you forced her, i—"

"what! no! what kind of guy do you take me for! i didn't force her to do—"

you let out a moan at the flutter of noises overwhelming your senses. all you can really register is how warm you are and how comfortable you are. the thought that you could stay here forever crosses your mind and you move to just go back to sleep, and then—

then. you remember everything.

being cold. unable to sleep. going to natsu. and then... then him pulling you into his lap and—

you snap awake, bolting out of natsu's arms who pulls back in surprise at your sudden movement. it takes you a second, blinking the sleep out of your eyes, before your gaze shifts from natsu who's smiling at you, with a faint pink to his cheeks, to the rest of your teammates stood in front of you.

gray looks smug, sending you a smirk as you turn bright red. erza looks utterly confused, her eyes snapping between you and natsu. happy is barely able to contain his laughter. and lucy's looking at you like you've grown a second head.

it occurs to you that you should say something.

turning to them, you raise your hand; "it isn't what you think."

"it's exactly what you think."

"natsu!"

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Damn I NEED more Koga x reader fics bro it’s not fair I mean LOOK at this man

(I have had this photo for a while if you know who the artist is tell me I’ll credit them)

AHHHHHH Koga x reader fics are non existent it’s not fairrrrrr :(

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For her | Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto Uzumaki X Fem!Reader

Naruto will protect you at all costs.

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"You will be the first one I kill."

Naruto swears he saw red after hearing that phrase come out of Sasuke's mouth to his beloved Y/n.

See, Naruto is there for Sasuke, to bring him back, but no one, and I repeat, NO ONE, hurts his Y/N.

Even if she doesn't know it, Y/n was the love of his life he.

He finds his legs moving on their own when he sees Sasuke approach Y/n.

"Naruto!" Kakashi tries to hold him back, but no one can hold Naruto Uzumaki.

"what did you say to her?" Naruto says with all his fury.

"That I'm going to kill her."

"If you touch her I swear I'll kill you." He says pulling Y/n's wrist, coming face to face with Sasuke.

"You can try" Sasuke says.

"I've already taken enough of your shit Sasuke, but that I will NEVER accept, not from you, not from anyone else, I will walk over anyone who wants to touch her." Naruto pushes Sasuke's chest.

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" Sasuke says with a smile. "

If it's to protect her, I will, and you can bet me I'll kill without a second thought."

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I love this kid

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human alastor if he was designed by me XP i love the timmy turner hair i do... ive been lazy about doing my own design of him but now that i have this in mind i might start drawing him like this tho idk i might stick to the popular fanon version... based his hair off this photo of douglas fairbank jr. in union depot (1932) weehe

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i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

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happy international womens day! remember that there are palestenian women in need of feminine hygiene products! you can donate here, and the cheapest tier is 5$!

if you can't donate, reblog! doing something is better than doing nothing! remember to keep talking, keep calling and keep donating! from the river to the sea, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE!! 🇵🇸

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Comforting a mentally exhausted S/O

Modern AU!

Characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kiba, Neji and Itachi.

NARUTO MASTERLIST

A/N: Lately I've been fucking tired mentally, and I assume there might be a follower going through it too so...

A/N²: I will probably do this with Tokyo Revengers too.

Naruto Uzumaki

From the moment you woke up, you've noticed that you've gotten worse from the day before.

"Holy shit, today is going to be a rough day." You thought, closing your eyes tightly.

So yes, you decided you wouldn't go to school today, you don't have the strength for that

You snuggled into bed again to spend your depressing day in bed, when you heard your cell.

You sighed and reached over to answer the phone without reading the name.

"Are you ready yet? I'm coming to get you." Your boyfriend's excited voice came on the other end of the line making you want to cry, he was your ray of sunshine.

"I'm not going to school today."

"Why not? Are you sick?"

"I just... I can't."

With just that sentence, Naruto stops walking on the sidewalk and understands everything.

He had already noticed signs of your a few days ago.

I think she finally closed in on the edge. Naruto thought

"Well then, it looks like we'll be skipping class today."

"What? Naruto no-"

It was too late.

After almost an hour you hear someone knocking on your door and when you open it, you see your boyfriend full of bags and with an affectionate smile on his face.

He drops them on the floor and pulls you into a bear hug.

"My baby won't go through this alone."

Sasuke Uchira

Sasuke noticed that you weren't well from the moment he picked you up from your house, but decided not to pressure you.

He made it his mission to get you at least one smile.

He sat in the seat behind you during every class, so he could write little letters on his notebook paper, and deliver it to you without the teachers noticing.

"You look beautiful today, even with that tired face"

"Look, I think Naruto is going to drool on the table."

Those were some of the cards.

And Naruto was really about to drool if you ask me lol.

During the break, Sasuke took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his, and winked at you with a soft smile, showing that he was there all along.

As you sat in the cafeteria, Naruto sat between the two of you, making Sasuke put on the funniest disgusted expression you've ever seen.

You smiled slightly, and Sasuke felt like a sun had risen in his head.

"Holy shit, what a beautiful thing" He thought.

"Sooo what are we going to do today?"

"Get out Naruto!"

Yes, seeing these two arguing is something we are all used to.

Skikamaru Nara

Shikamaru loves silence and everyone knows.

Turns out he doesn't like YOUR silence.

He loves to hear you just talk about his day, or tell him a bad joke, he just wants to hear your voice.

He looks at you sitting on the grass next to him in silence from the moment he arrived.

There was something wrong, and he needs to do something.

"Do you want to talk about that?"

"I'm not sure..."

He approaches you and you lean your head on his shoulder.

He leans his head on top of his and sighs.

"You're too precious for this world, you know?"

So during the afternoon you all sit there in silence, until he starts to feel his shoulder getting wet.

You're crying right now and as much as it hurts him, he knows you need it.

"I'm fine here love, it's okay."

Kiba Inuzuka

"You're not fine are you?"

It's the first thing he says to you as soon as you open the door.

"I'm here my love" He hugs you tight and you cry into his chest.

He brought Akamaru with him because he knows how much you like each other.

"Want to do something? we can just sleep too if you want"

He sits you on the bed and takes your face with both hands kissing your forehead, cheeks and finally your mouth.

"You're amazing okay? Let's get through this together."

Yeah, this had been a shit week, but you had Kiba Inuzuka with you so that was fine.

Neji Hyuuga

Neji is a very observant guy, so just from your walk he knew you weren't doing well.

"I get it, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

He gives you a kiss on the forehead and a peck on the mouth.

So all day he spoiled you in every way possible, buying you ice cream and carrying you on his back.

"Fuck leave her alone!" He would tell anyone who came close wanting to talk to you.

"I feel useless Neji."

That phrase took him by surprise.

"Hey! Don't you dare say that about yourself never listening again?"

He hugs you tight and lets you cry into his chest.

He doesn't want you to go through this alone because your pain is his pain.

Itachi Uchiha

"Why didn't you tell me you were at your limit my love?".

"I didn't mean to bother you..."

"You never could, come here let me take care of you"

So all day he made nice things for you to eat, since he knew you preferred his food.

He also combed your hair with all the care and love in the world.

Not to mention he watched all your favorite shows and cartoons with you.

And still listened to all your outburst with attention and affection in the eyes.

"I know things are tough right now, but please don't forget I'm with you."

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⌕ 10.10 HAPPY B-DAY NARUTO UZUMAKI

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For her | Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto Uzumaki X Fem!Reader

Naruto will protect you at all costs.

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"You will be the first one I kill."

Naruto swears he saw red after hearing that phrase come out of Sasuke's mouth to his beloved Y/n.

See, Naruto is there for Sasuke, to bring him back, but no one, and I repeat, NO ONE, hurts his Y/N.

Even if she doesn't know it, Y/n was the love of his life he.

He finds his legs moving on their own when he sees Sasuke approach Y/n.

"Naruto!" Kakashi tries to hold him back, but no one can hold Naruto Uzumaki.

"what did you say to her?" Naruto says with all his fury.

"That I'm going to kill her."

"If you touch her I swear I'll kill you." He says pulling Y/n's wrist, coming face to face with Sasuke.

"You can try" Sasuke says.

"I've already taken enough of your shit Sasuke, but that I will NEVER accept, not from you, not from anyone else, I will walk over anyone who wants to touch her." Naruto pushes Sasuke's chest.

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" Sasuke says with a smile. "

If it's to protect her, I will, and you can bet me I'll kill without a second thought."

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I love this kid

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doodles my bad im just yapping here

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more doodles based on silk and secrets !!!! im rotting over it rn so my bad i love love love the thought of matching clothes. i eat it up. https://archiveofourown.org/works/53373835 i listened to this song over and over again while drawing GAHH https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekYp5LCXM_0 i love crane wives

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Okay this is a very *spoiler* draft of a *future* chapter of my Isekai OC x Naruto fic called "If It Kills You" that may go through changes in the future. I just like to write future chapters when I'm having writer's block/procrastination lol. Here it is! Pairing: Uchiha!fem!OC x Naruto Words: 4831 NSFW -- it gets a lil zesty ________________

"Happy Birthday, Naruto!" The dark haired Uchiha smiled brightly at her best friend, kneeled down in front of a cake on his coffee table. 

The blond stared at her from his front door in surprise and astonishment. No one had remembered Naruto's seventeenth birthday today, and he didn't even think Kotone had remembered. But she did.

Naruto expected to come home to an empty apartment with no family to greet with. Normally, Iruka-sensei would treat him to some ramen but his academy teacher was dealing with the flu and was overwhelmed with grading, so that was postponed. He had expected to simply eat a depressing cupcake with a candle he bought for himself before going to sleep like every other ordinary day. He didn't expect much, even though Kotone had remembered in the past, she had already gone through so much lately. So many things have been happening with the constant threat of the Akatsuki, Kotone’s recovery, Sasuke, the village attack… 

But here was Kotone, his precious friend with a cake that he knew for sure was homemade. Even with all the issues he knew the girl was dealing with, she was right here in his home with a smile as if everything bad never happened. 

Before he could collect himself, tears rolled down his warmed cheeks as he sniffled. 

Kotone looked at him, surprised, "Naruto…?"

Naruto quickly wiped away his cheeks with the sleeve of his jumpsuit, feeling slightly embarrassed having been caught so vulnerable. 

Kotone quickly got up from her spot on the floor and met him halfway in his room. She smiled, her purple eyes a bit somber at seeing her friend cry right in front of her 

"It's okay to cry, Naruto. Especially after all the times I've cried in your jacket, I think I have to pay up to you somehow," she joked. 

Naruto smiled warmly, "It's fine, I'm just really happy, ya know? I've never really had anyone to celebrate my birthday with other than you. I'm glad." 

Kotone felt her cheeks warm up a bit, grabbing Naruto’s calloused hand to sit him alongside her in front of the cake. The cake was a two-layered circular cake with white icing as a base. It was decorated with black and orange Uzumaki symbols, a design she had made out of dyed white chocolate. "Happy Birthday Naruto!" was written with bright orange lettering on the center of the cake. Three orange and black striped candles were placed in an arch above the message. Kotone was proud of her work, the cake looked like it was professionally made. 

She grabbed the pack of matches from underneath the table, swiftly dragging the match across the side of the box before lighting the candles. 

When Naruto finally collected his composure as he watched Kotone light the candles, he noticed her. He saw her. 

Naruto noticed the dark purple dress she wore, which was just about knee length. It had a low square neckline and was covered in lace that was a lighter shade of purple that matched her eyes. The lace extended across her shoulders up to her wrists, the skin showing underneath. The lace had a slight sparkle to it as well, which gave a nice touch to the overall style. 

The blond also saw that Kotone’s eyelashes were a bit darker, contrasting against her light skin tone. She was wearing black eyeliner and mascara, which complemented the pink gloss she wore on her lips. 

Her long dark hair was fully let down, some strands framing the sides of her face. She looked like a princess.

Naruto's breath caught in his throat when he realized she dressed herself up for him. She considered his birthday a special enough occasion to put effort into her appearance. While Kotone honestly didn’t need to do anything to alter her appearance for him to love her any more than he already did, the thought made his chest warm and his stomach twist in knots. While he knew Kotone did like to fancy herself up for special occasions, she was the type of person who tended to be a bit more practical and he knew that if she put in effort, there was an ulterior reason behind it. It seemed a bit too good to be true for Naruto, though.

He sometimes wondered if Kotone would ever reciprocate his feelings, and there were some days where he wanted to tell her bluntly that he loved her. But Naruto was scared. The jinchūriki was scared of ruining one of the best friendships he's ever had. He was scared of losing the one person he loved the most. 

But then he remembered all the good times they had together. Kotone always put her friend's wellbeing over her own. Their relationship was different compared to others. It was closer, more intimate. A tragedy brought them closer than ever, Kotone became her near-most vulnerable self with the blond ninja. 

Naruto knew that Kotone was keeping certain things to herself, but he was fine with the current vulnerability that she shared with him. He felt honored to be the one that she trusted the most. 

Kotone Uchiha made Naruto feel like he mattered. She was the only one who believed in his goal of becoming Hokage, she was the only one who believed in his capability to be strong. She was the first person to give her full respect and care for his well-being. Naruto felt like he was her one and only and he loved her for it. He loved Kotone for her kindness, ambitions, friendship, and generosity. There were so many qualities about her that he loved that he couldn't find any words to describe how and what he exactly loved about Kotone. He loved all of her.

She always cheered him on in full confidence, even before he defeated Pain and proved his worth to the village. Every time Naruto felt bitter about not getting respect and recognition until he saved the village, he thought about Kotone to feel better. And it worked. Naruto always felt guilty about feeling this way. 

He was ridden with guilt over Kotone dying when she tried to defend him from Pain. For the next several weeks he kept having nightmares about her death, her lifeless eyes staring back at him as her final breath left her body. He remembered how he felt the moment she passed. He felt like a part of him died. Even after gaining control over the nine-tails, Naruto had a very difficult time holding back his rage when he found Nagato. 

Naruto finally experienced the pain Kotone felt. He knew he did. It was an unimaginable agony compared to when he found out “Ero-Sennin” or Kakashi died. Naruto didn't even know how he would have coped with her death if Nagato hadn't sacrificed his life for the deaths caused by the attack. 

And when he finally saw Kotone again in her designated tent, a bit beat up but alive and well, he lost it. He embraced her, Kotone just as eager to hold her best friend in her arms as well. They held each other for what seemed like hours, too comfortable to let go. 

Kotone finally lit the third candle, waving the match in her right hand to put out the small flame. She locked eyes with Naruto’s. Glazed over ocean eyes locked onto hers.

"Naruto? Are you okay?"

His blue eyes snapped in focus. Naruto smiled sheepishly, "I'm okay."

Her frown turned into a smile, "Alright, make your wish!"

"Not even a birthday song?" Naruto asked a bit jokingly.

Kotone's pale cheeks flushed red in slight embarrassment, "I don't know, I feel a bit put on the spot with just me singing. It's kinda awkward." 

Naruto decided to be a bit bold, "Eh, maybe, but I like your voice. It's pretty."

Her eyes widened, not expecting him to answer her like that. Pretty? The way he looked at her when he said it with a slight smirk on his face felt like she was being flirted with. 

Her chest tightened and her stomach twisted, "Ah… thanks." 

Naruto grinned at Kotone’s response, "No problem!" 

Kotone watched the blond look at the cake before lowering his face a bit closer to the flames, pursing his lips to extinguish the candles. 

Afterwards, Naruto looked longingly at the cake as Kotone picked up the serving knife to cut slices for the both of them. After placing one good sized piece on a paper plate, she placed it on the table in front of Naruto. 

The cake had a strawberry and raspberry cream filling in between the white cake layers. Taking a fork and cutting a good piece from the slice, Naruto took a bite of the cake. 

The cake was heavenly. 

A long night of chatting and eating cake together made the night go fast. Kotone looked at the time from the clock on the wall and realized it was already past midnight.

It was one of those nights where they were both starting to get tired, causing them to have more and more ridiculous conversations as time went by. 

"Do you ever get impulsive thoughts that make you think about doing ridiculous things to strangers, even if it doesn't make sense?"

Naruto furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at the girl slouched against the couch next to him and shook his head.

Kotone sighed, thinking up examples. Her eyes lit up, "Oh! Like sometimes I think 'What would happen if I randomly slapped this person right now?' Or if I randomly hugged or said something weird to someone? You get what I'm saying?"

Naruto’s expression lit up in understanding, "Ah, just like getting the urge to jump off a cliff even if you don't want to?" 

The dark haired Uchiha nodded. 

He hummed in agreement, "I guess so. Never thought of doing something specific like that, ya know?"

A pause.

Kotone smirked, "Ah, how’s your progress with Sakura-chan going? You still like her, don’t you?" 

Yea, it stung a little to be reminded that she wasn't going to be that person, but it is what it is. He was meant for Hinata, and if Kotone’s presence messes up the course of nature, then at least Sakura could be used as back-up. 

Naruto blushed, thinking of a certain female Uchiha instead, "No, actually. Not anymore."

Huh. That's concerning. She was sure that the protagonist still had a thing for Sakura through the fourth war. 

Her thoughts got cut off by Naruto's lowered voice, "Have you… ya know, liked someone before?" 

His tan, whiskered cheeks were a bit more flushed than usual. His blue eyes stared at hers, almost as if he was looking for something while acting as if he just asked her a simple question about the damned weather. 

Kotone was many things, at many times even a bit stupid, but she was no fool. This wasn't the first confession she's had. The past life experiences with romance caught up to her for this moment for her to realize something she never noticed until now. The body language gave it away.

Naruto liked her back. Everything made sense now – the meaningful glances, the slightly flirtatious remarks, the way Naruto seemed to just treat her so differently compared to everyone else. 

How was she this blind? Their dynamic was so different and intimate and yet Kotone didn't want to accept that maybe her feelings were reciprocated. This was also unfair to Hinata and could mess up the course of things, on a grand scale.

She was in love with the main protagonist. And she tried ignoring it. Tried pretending it was just a silly crush she developed. Tried to convince herself that it was all in her head just because they were closer than anyone else amongst their social circle. 

And this scared her. She probably had to pretend she didn't like him for the sake of the timeline. Or what if she decided to be honest and was wrong and humiliated herself and made things weird and awkward and- 

"Kotone-chan? Are you okay?" 

Naruto looked at her lavender eyes, worried that he might've gotten too personal with his question. 

Her cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment, "Uh… yeah? I was just trying to think but I don't think I've had anyone I've felt romantic for." She mentally slapped herself for making her answer sound like a question. Gods, Naruto could probably tell she was lying and could see right through her inner turmoil.

Feeling both relieved knowing that Kotone didn't like anyone else but disappointed that she didn't like anyone at all (himself), he sighed. 

"So you've never kissed anyone before?"

Kotone shook her head, "Nope," her frown turned into a small smile, "But when the opportunity comes, you could probably give me some tips from your experience with Sasuke." 

Naruto almost gagged, his face turning bright red, "It was an accident! I swear, ya know!" 

She snorted, "Okay, okay. It's just too easy to tease you about that."

He whined in embarrassment, "Kotone-chan…!" 

Kotone gave the blond a cheeky grin before she sat herself up on his couch, laying her head back against the wall as she stared up at the ceiling. 

She didn’t really expect the next words to come out of her mouth, “Is there anyone you’re interested in right now?”

It seemed like they were dancing around the topic. Naruto looked up at her from his spot on the floor, almost as if he was trying to test the waters, “You could say I might have a thing for someone.” 

Her mouth became dry and her face heated up as her heart raced up into her throat. 

“You know, I hate beating around the bush. But it feels like you’re implying something here and I don’t want to sound like an idiot for it-”

“Then say it, Kotone-chan. I won’t judge you for it.” Naruto stared intently at Kotone, almost challenging her. 

She looked down at her hands, anxious, “It… can’t be me.”

Kotone looked back up at Naruto in a moment of bravery, but nearly lost it at Naruto’s look of despair. 

He smiled the type of smile that didn’t reach his eyes, like he was accepting defeat, “I understand. I’m glad that you know how much I care for you and I always will.” 

She felt her hands shaking. She wanted this. She wanted this so bad, but it wasn’t right. It wasn’t right to Hinata, to the future, to everything she worked so hard for. Kotone didn’t deserve a happy ending like this. She was here by accident. Kotone was never made to be with Naruto, and she needed him to know that. Kotone was an imposter. A mistake. 

“Naruto… you need to get over me. I want you to move on, find someone to love, get married, have kids if you want, and live a peaceful life. But that can’t be with me.”

Naruto furrowed his eyebrows, “Kotone-chan, I can’t and never will get over you. And I’m fine with that. I’m fine with being alone for the rest of my life if you’re not in it. So don’t tell me how I should feel,” Naruto gripped the front of his shirt, trying to enunciate his point, “It’s not something that’ll easily change. You know me. I never go back on my word.”

The Uchiha looked at him in disbelief and shook her head. She wanted to cry. 

“But you don’t know me, Naruto. There’s so many things you don’t know about me. How could you say something like that? How do you know what you’re really feeling?”

He smiled, a look of absolute admiration across his features. A look Kotone was familiar with from her past relationships. 

“I know you’re hiding a lot of things from everyone, including me, but I would like to know when you’re ready. Maybe then you’ll have your answer. Maybe you’ll never tell me. But that doesn’t change the type of person that I see in front of me right now, ya know.”

Kotone couldn’t put a finger on the reason why she suddenly felt so angry and wanted to deepen the wound, “I’m the reason Jiraiya is dead. I’m the reason Asuma is dead. I could’ve stopped Sasuke, could’ve told him monumental details that would’ve brought him home, but I didn’t. I’m not the person you think I am, Naruto.”

Naruto looked confused, and worried at the same time. Did Kotone really blame herself for things that were out of her control? Even if she somehow knew the future, he trusted that Kotone’s judgment was for his and everyone else's sake.

His eyes glinted knowingly, “Kotone-chan, there’s nothing you could’ve done-”

"I vaguely remember a bit of the conversation we had right before I woke up from when my mind was stuck in that torture seal," blue eyes widened at Kotone’s confession, "You know, don't you?" 

Naruto held his breath, having been caught for not bringing this up to her. "You were already going through enough as it was recovering… and I trusted that you would make the right choice, ya know?"

While feeling a bit conflicted, Kotone knew the poor jinchūriki was only trying to help with the purest intentions. She brushed it off with a sigh, "I wish you would've told me sooner, but it's fine, I guess.”

Kotone paused as she let her thoughts sink in, “What did you see? When you were inside my head?”

“The memories you had from your past experiences… it was like I was right there, in real time,” said Naruto as he crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back against the couch.

“You were speaking a weird language I couldn’t understand, ya know, but judging from what I saw I was able to have some sort of idea of what happened. A lot of what I saw were…” Naruto stopped himself, not knowing how to best describe the events in the easiest way possible.

Kotone cut him off, “So you saw me. How I used to look back then. And I’m assuming you saw a lot of my trauma, right?” 

Naruto nodded, his expression taken by a gloomy overcast.

“I remember… begging you not to tell anyone about this. About what I know of what’s to come,” Kotone paused, almost frightened by the next words she would utter. It took a couple tries as she opened her mouth to speak, yet she couldn’t produce a single sound. It was as if all the fears she had were finally crashing down on her, and she couldn’t do anything to stop the wave. 

She pushed through, “I know you saw me reading about you. Your story before it even began. Of how I had the knowledge about so, so many people’s deaths and tragedies I could have prevented. And I lied and kept this secret from you all these years.”

By the time she finished her sentence, her tears started trailing down her cheeks. Naruto clenched his fists, seemingly angry as he looked down towards the floor. Kotone knew at this point that he definitely felt betrayed by her now. It was only a matter of time until he would throw his love for her out the window.

That was what she wrongly assumed, as Naruto suddenly got up and put himself on the couch beside her, and grabbed one of her hands between his own.

“Naruto…?”

His eyes were glossy with a fresh set of tears, “You were suffering this whole time. Please, let me help you so you don’t have to be alone anymore. I don’t want you holding this burden on your own. You’ve been helping me with my burdens, and I want to help you with yours. I… feel angry at myself for not having noticed what you were going through sooner. ”

Why? Why did Naruto care so much about her when she basically lied to him and used him? She didn’t deserve him. 

She sniffled, “You? A burden? If anything, I’ve been burdening you with all my problems.” Which was true, after all Naruto was the one who literally helped save her, took care of her, watched out for her every second of her recovery. All while having just found out that Kotone wasn’t entirely who she said she was.

Naruto gave out a dry laugh, “I saw you die right in front of me, Kotone. You could’ve died because of me. You knew you didn’t stand a chance against Pain, and yet…” You sacrificed yourself for me. Naruto felt his chest tighten in agony, almost as if he were choking on the images of a dead, glossy-eyed Kotone. 

Naruto’s shoulders shook as he gripped her small hand tighter in between his, the warmth enveloping her hand. 

“Naruto… I’ve been meaning to ask, but I wanted you to tell me yourself. When you defeated him… you didn’t just use your rasengan, did you?”

Kotone didn’t recall a lot of things, but she did remember that Pain was originally dealt with swiftly before Naruto tracked down Nagato in the anime. But when she saw him in person… his knuckles were split open and stained with blood. Badly. There was something off about the look in his eyes, like there was a hidden darkness that could potentially take over.

Naruto looked down, hair cast over his eyes as if he were trying to hide himself in shame. 

“After all that time I spent talking to Nagato… I lost it. I beat him. I punched him, over and over. And he let me. And… it felt good. In the moment, it did, ya know. Eventually I just stopped and became even more miserable knowing that you weren’t going to come back.” 

Kotone parted her lips in shock, not knowing how to process the information. This was nothing like she remembered. She remembered a Naruto who was able to hold in his hatred in honor of Jiraiya, and used the power of his peaceful words to save the village.

“After I was able to calm down, I somehow was able to talk Nagato into saving the village. He almost didn’t change his mind. I don’t know what I did, but it worked,” he finished. Naruto sighed, looking back up at Kotone with a sorrowful gaze.

Kotone gave the Uzumaki a small, comforting smile, “It must’ve been hard for you. But don’t feel bad for yourself, we all have our ugly moments. And I literally just died. I can’t even imagine how I would’ve reacted if it was you instead of me.” 

At this point, Naruto and Kotone were both leaning against each other on the couch, tired yet lively enough to talk about the elephant in the room. Kotone told him all sorts of things from her past life including the different types of innovations, politics, war, culture. 

“Ne, who was your favorite character from my story?” 

Kotone flushed a little, “Well… I liked Kakashi-sensei a lot.” She really didn’t want to bring up the fact that she might’ve had a bit of a crush on him, too. Now, of course, she just saw Kakashi as her teacher or even a family member of sorts. 

Naruto frowned in disappointment, “Hmm… Kakashi-sensei, eh? I wasn’t your favorite character?!” 

“Hey now, I fancied you a lot as well. I thought you were very inspiring. And funny. You showed a lot of resilience that I wish I had back then.”

Naruto raised an eyebrow before giving a small grin, “And who's your favorite character now?” 

Kotone hummed, “You, probably. But I'm afraid you're a close second to Shisui-nii.” 

Naruto’s grin grew wider as his cheeks flushed, “Really?”

She nodded, “Duh. You're my best friend. And you were always there to support me after my rescue. I was a mental wreck and was too scared shitless to even sleep in the dark.”

Kotone turned her torso to face Naruto, smiling at him in appreciation, “I don't deserve your friendship, and you are there for me anyway.” 

Choosing to use actions over words, she quickly placed her right hand behind Naruto’s neck and brought him closer as she leaned over to give the blond a hug.

“Thank you.” 

Naruto immediately froze. Unlike other times, they were now truly alone in the comfortable silence of his apartment. Her embrace was warm, and he felt the heat emanating from her soft hand on his neck to the warmth that radiated from her torso. The heat made the blood in his sternum pump rapidly as he carefully placed his left hand on Kotone’s upper back and his right hand on her lower back. With the way they were situated on the couch, Kotone was practically leaning most of her weight on top of him. He could practically smell the mixed scent of cherries and roses with their close proximity.

Feeling the reciprocated touch of his hands on her back, Kotone blushed, realizing the type of act she initiated after Naruto confessed to her. She was only grateful that her face was hidden from his sight over his left shoulder. 

Fully processing her words, Naruto finally responded after a long pause, “Ya know, you don't have to say that about yourself. Whether you think you deserve other people's friendship and happiness.”

Kotone pulled herself slightly away from him to look him directly in the face, “Naruto, I am a terrible person. I'm selfish. I'm the last person that–” 

The blond repositioned his hands on her shoulders as he told her firmly, “You deserve everything, and I don't care what you say about yourself because I'll always stick to my word. I'll do anything to make you happy.”

She gaped at Naruto in shock. “What?! I've done horrible things. How can you keep saying that?!” 

In a moment of confidence Naruto blurted out, “Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway!” 

Kotone’s purple eyes widened at Naruto’s audacity. Her heart leapt into her throat as she processed his words. Naruto himself gaped at his own words, furiously blushing as his thoughts raced at a million miles per minute.

“I mean, uh… I-I don't know,” Naruto stuttered as he averted his gaze away from the very close girl in front of him. His hands awkwardly dropped from her shoulders.

He nervously looked back at Kotone, noticing how both of their faces were pretty close to each other. Kotone continued to stare directly at his face, eyes dropping down to glance at his lips.

With her raw emotions getting the best of her, she slowly drew her face in closer to Naruto’s, breath fanning over his own. His lips were slightly parted as he struggled to think clearly. Inching closer, she lightly brushed her lips over Naruto’s before giving him a light, tentative peck.

Naruto’s lips felt like they were tingling at the sensation, and he knew he was hooked on her touch. Kotone lightly kissed him again before shifting her position to straddle his lap as he laid back on the couch. 

His hands lightly touched the sides of her waist as he reciprocated the kiss. Kotone had her right hand placed over his chest while the other held the back of his neck. 

Kotone pressed her weight into him, kissing him with a fervor she didn’t realize she had. Naruto lightly sighed, feeling the pressure of her lower half against his hips. Kotone’s dress rode up her thighs, dangerously close to revealing  His entire body felt very hot and his pants started to uncomfortably tighten. Kotone moved her right hand to unzip the collar of his jacket, fully opening it to reveal bare, taut skin underneath. She traced her hand on his pecs which caused him to slightly shudder. Slightly pulling away, she left a trail of open-mouthed kisses across his jawline and down his neck. She gently nipped his skin before dragging her tongue along his clavicle. 

Naruto gasped at the new sensations, gripping the sides of her waist tighter and trying to create more friction between their lower halves. His better judgment wanted to stop this before things went too far, but his thoughts were too foggy by thoughts of Kotone’s exposed thighs tightening around his waist. His thoughts raced of how much he wanted to risk it all and wished things would go further–

Kotone immediately froze, breathing heavily against his neck. In response, Naruto also froze. The Uchiha moved her face to look at his blue eyes in shock. 

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” 

Kotone jolted right off from Naruto’s lap, embarrassed. In her rushed motion to do so, she accidentally kneed him in the groin, causing Naruto to yelp in pain as he placed his hands over his sensitive crotch. 

“Oh god, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” Kotone repeated out as she pulled her dress back down to make herself look somewhat decent. 

Naruto swore in pain as Kotone cringed in mortification. _____________ That's all I have written so far :)) I added the ending since it's so relatable for me personally, I'm always accidentally hitting my boyfriend's crotch lmao