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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 10 months

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I've Got You: Dante x G/N Reader

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Dante and you are on a job where something happens; something that scares Dante.

BEGINNING NOTES: Protective Dante x Quarter-devil G/N Reader Unestablished relationship 🩹🩹🩹 The reader works at the DMC as a demon hunter Quarter devil = A situation like Nero, second gen. hybrid. You can heal like Nero does--much slower than the twins. The reader uses Gilgamesh Another semi-short story: Not fully proofread, will check later just wanted to post this now lol

A slowly slipping sun on the horizon gave the current gory situation a sickly divine glow. The cause of such bloodshed? Dante and you--both hard at work. While you worked, your face in particular had curled up into a devilish wide wicked grin; the madness of which only being further accented the furious insatiable appetite for violence that had consumed each one of your moves The reason for this uncharacteristic ferocious attitude was simple, you were drop-dead tired. This exhaustion was intense enough that it had swung all the way around back to you feeling rejuvenated and invigorated. A large spray of crimson carnage shot upward toward you, decorating your face and chest, as you used Gilgamesh’s boots to curb-stomp a Proto Angelo.

All the while, your red devil partner was cracking random jokes and making quippy remarks, as per usual; however, he couldn’t help but focus on your oddly sadistic behavior. Which, to his surprise--and slight horror--he found extremely arousing.

The way the sunset illuminated all the blood that sprayed up from each of your kills, how your body bent and contorted in just the right way, that unfamiliar dark smirk; all of it combined into a perfectly seductive bloody waltz. After ripping the throat out of a Hell Jeducca, you wiped some of the accumulated blood from your face. That’s when you noticed Dante’s stare, turning your smile from violent to loving as you waved happily; which evidently was too much of a distraction for the red devil. In a split second, a Fury that he’d been fighting managed to slice the side of Dante’s neck open and a large red spray came from the gouged-out flesh.

Dante let out a hissing grunt through gritted teeth and took a deep calming breath, turning to the large demon. As the pair circled one another waiting for the other to strike, both Dante and the demon were caught off guard by you shoving Gilgamesh’s gauntlets right through the Fury’s spine and out it’s stomach.

Dante’s heart skipped a beat as he stared; a part of him was fearfully concerned about your rash action but another part of him was amused by it--in more ways than one.

With an irritated grunt, you shook the corpse from your forearm, dropping it to the ground. Your breathing was ragged and you were standing staring down at the demon’s corpse; reeling at the fact that your stupid impulsive action worked.

After a short pause, you sighed in relief at a brief moment of peace and stretched your arms up, cracking your shoulders. As you stared at Dante, you felt an odd nervousness take over your body. He looked hot normally but with the way his hair was disheveled and stuck to his brow from the demon blood that coated the majority of him, it made him look both terrifying and tempting. He smiled at you through his heavy breaths, winking at you, and had his hands resting on his hips. It was then that you noticed his neck wound.

Taking care not to trip, you made your way over to the ragged man. Gingerly, you placed a hand over the torn flesh as a sad look crept into your eyes, Dante's eyes trained on you the entire time.

A small frown tugged at your face, “You alright?”

The youngest son of Sparda smiled and set his hand over yours; or rather, over the demonic gauntlet you had on, “Eh,” he shrugged, “I’ll live. What about you? You feelin’ alright?”

A surprised huff left your lips as you titled your head with a raised brow, confused as to why he was asking you.

With a faint hint of concern, Dante began to mindlessly thumb over your arm, “Your fighting style is a little more uh… brutal than normal, you can take a break. I can take care of the rest--we’re almost done anyways.”

You smiled softly as you began to slowly thumb over his neck, speaking in a smooth gentle voice, “I’m fine, Dante. Don’t worry about me.”

“It’s my job to worry about you,” he smiled warmly, “You’re my partner after all.”

With a bright closed-eye laugh, you gently punched his chest with your free hand. However, when you opened your eyes, you slowly stopped laughing. His eyes were trained fully on yours and they were half-lidded, filled with an oddly caring feeling. Bit by bit, the two of you leaned closer and placed your noses right beside one another--

A sudden intense pain shot through your middle as you pulled back from him, pushing him away. It seems Dante felt it too as he reacted the same way; however, when he looked down, he realized he was just barely nicked by the tip of the blade.

You had taken the brunt of the blow.

With shaking hands, you looked down at your middle and saw the sword that had pierced you before it was harshly yanked back out of you, leaving a gaping hole in its wake--allowing you to see much more of your insides than anyone probably ever should.

“Dante..?” You looked up at him with an almost confused stare before stumbling forwards.

“It’s okay,” he caught you as you fell and your hand had vice gripped around his arm, digging your gauntlets into his coat and bicep as he laid you onto the ground, “I’ve got you- I’ve got you.”

His eyes met with yours as you let go of him. As he stared into your eyes, an intense wave of emotions overcame Dante--it was a toxic combination of fear and anger, a pairing that only leads to one result.

In an instant, Dante he was in his Sin Devil Trigger. The first thing he did was shred a Gladius--the one that had speared you--into tiny insurmountable pieces. Then his attention was on the rest of the newly formed horde. To say that Dante is feral when in his Sin Trigger would be ludicrously underselling it. He’s only supposed to even consider using it when in a completely sound and stable mindset--the furthest thing from what his mind is like right now. All that was in his head was he wanted to protect you-- he needed to protect you, from anything and everything that might hurt you. It didn’t take long for him to have the demons killed off which then he should’ve returned to your side, allowing him to calm down and de-Trigger, but something else caught his eye.

The two of you hadn’t been alone when you started this mission; no, in fact, you had two other hunters that had gone through the opposite side and finally had reconvened with you both in the middle of the nest.

Vergil and Nero.

The father-son duo stood dumbfounded for a moment. Although Vergil was far from afraid of his brother’s devil forms, this was one of the very finite times that Vergil had seen Dante use it outside of their time in Hell. Whereas Nero could count on one hand how many times he’d seen his uncle like this; rendering him completely clueless of the amount of danger he, and Vergil, were truly in.

Nero smiled with a shake of his head, walking towards the rumbling red devil, “What? You two get your asses kicked that bad?”

Instantaneously, Dante was in front of Nero. Before the young hunter could even process what happened, Dante shot up in the air and dropped straight down. A large bright explosion emanated from the devil’s actions, which then decorated the area with bright sparsely placed hellfire. With a snarl, the red devil stood back up and expected the “threat” to be gone; however, it wasn’t--at least not in the way he expected. A faint smell of demonic magic in the air as Dante surveyed what happened.

He turned to the side and saw, a now Sin Devil Triggered, Vergil, holding Nero tightly to his chest. The two of them locked eyes and both flared out their wings, letting out a low growl the entire time; sizing each other up. Vergil, however, was quickly preoccupied by a pissed-off Nero complaining about how Vergil is squishing him “--to death”.

Dante noticed Vergil’s distraction and took a step toward them.

Seeing what was going on, you decided to intervene; even if it made you want to gouge out your own throat in pain, “Dante..?”

The red devil’s attention was immediately upon you and he was by your side, frantic at your still injured state.

Gently and carefully you placed a hand on his cheek, thumbing over the plate that created the underside of his eye and his cheek; doing your best not to cut or burn yourself, “They’re not going to hurt you or me; everything’s alright.”

Dante made a small chirping purr as he leaned into your touch before picking you up, careful as to not agitate your wounds. It was unclear just how far he had taken you but it was far enough away that the weather had changed completely becoming cold and rainy. There was no cityscape or demons in sight, just forest for miles around.

Perhaps if Dante hadn’t been in such an intimidating form, you may have considered this to be a date. Being out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but forest as far as the eye could see; it was breathtaking.

Dante set you down, gently bunting his head against you before standing up. He was scanning the area, listening and looking for anything moving or anything that might even so much as think about harming you.

“Dante?” You reached up for his hand, grabbing one of his claws.

The red devil turned to you in a panicked manner, thinking that something was wrong.

“Sit with me?” Your voice was soft, trying to calm him down, “Please?”

Although hesitant, Dante did as you asked with a small grumbled huff and sat beside you.

With a small grunt, you stood up and saw that he was going to as well, “Stay.” He growled in slight agitation, so you quickly tacked on a “please” to your request.

Very carefully, you sat sideways between his legs, doing your best to keep yourself from getting stabbed by his thigh spikes. Bit by bit, you leaned your head against him and a loud purr began to emanate from deep within Dante’s chest as he wrapped his arm around your lower back. You had the other hand in yours, using both your hands to hold it and play with it slightly. In your time working with Dante, you’d only seen this form once and it had been due to a similar situation where you’d been hurt.

“You know, you might look scary when you’re like this but,” you looked up at him, meeting his gaze, “you really aren’t much different than you are normally,” You adjusted your head a bit and let out a small laugh at him putting his wings around the both of you, “Okay, maybe just a little more protective.”

A small rumble came from deep inside his chest, laughing at your words. Even though he knew that you were going to be fine, that you would heal just like everyone else, Dante couldn’t help but worry about you.

“I love you; you know that Dante?” you smiled at the sound of his purring grow tenfold louder, “I thought so,” with a laugh you placed a small kiss on his middle, “When you are back to human we can finish that kiss, okay?”

He chuffed at you, eager to be able to kiss you.

With how hot it was within his grasp and the noise from both the rain and his purring, you couldn’t help but fall asleep. As you slept, Dante had managed to slide back down into his regular Trigger and then to human once more. A small content smile tugged at his lips, although your shirt was totaled, you were just fine. Without disturbing you too much he took off his jacket, wrapped it around you, and pulled you closer to his chest--setting you properly on his lap.

Dante closed his eyes as he held you tightly and, with a voice as soft as silk, he whispered against the top of your head, “I love you too, darling,” he placed a soft kiss atop your head, “So very much.”

Sorry for the typos (and apparently unsaved/half-done paragraph?? Not sure what happened but I tried to fill in what I thought was supposed to be there *Google Docs didn't save it for some reason smh*), they should be fixed now lmao

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writemywaytoyourheart · 2 years

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Bedeviled - Masterlist

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: E2L, drama, romance, horror, angst

Age recommendation: 16+ (pls be aware of your boundaries and don't force yourself to read something that may affect you, ily)

Official Word Count: 165k

Date first posted: October 14, 2022

Date finished: December 13, 2023

Warnings: strong language, brief mentions of liquor, physical violence, gore, cruelty, humiliation, angst, physical injuries, panic attacks, frightening depictions of Hell and those in it, some suggestive content, deals with/summoning of demons (do not), grief, death, loss, strong religious themes

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Money. Fame. Power. Love. Health. Courage. Strength.

Humans will trade their souls for anything, unaware of how their selfish desires will fade away as they do; growing feeble and pathetic, until there's nothing left but the ghost of their youth, cowering in a corner until old age disposes of it.

Convincing yourself to go to the Underworld? Easy...

Walking through to get something that you've waited many years for, accompanied by a demon that will stop at nothing to make sure your soul belongs to him? Maybe not so much.

Making deals with the devil is a tricky business; one you might not have realized could end in something much more painful than death itself if you make a single mistake.

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. It is not religiously accurate and is not claiming to be. That being said, blasphemy will not be used/tolerated during this story. Heavy inspiration from Dante Alighieri's 'Inferno' was used, I am not claiming to have created those ideas on my own, simply incorporated some of them into my world building. If you do not feel comfortable reading this work, please don't. No need to try and correct me on anything, this is all fictional and for entertainment purposes only. Hate will not be tolerated; it will be removed, and you will be blocked immediately.

This story is protected under copyright. If I find out anyone has stolen my writings, I will not hesitate to take legal action against it. You do not have permission to repost my work on any site ever. If I want it somewhere else, I will put it there myself. If you see my works anywhere but Tumblr (and from my account specifically) please let me know so I can confirm whether it is me or not, thank you.

Do. Not. Steal. My. Work.

Bedeviled Playlist

Table of contents:

As of right now, this story does not have a set schedule, I would like it to be every Friday, but we'll see what the future holds, deal?

1: A Deal with the Devil

2: The First Circle

3. Descent

4. Adumbration

5. Rotten Company

6. rigor samsa

7. Adamantine

8. Summoning

9. The Higher the Wall...

10. The Harder They Fall

11. Hiraeth

12. Apple (12a) (12b)

13. trustfall

14. Always Faithful, Always Strong

15. [a: alea iacta est] [b: Morior Invictus]

Epilogue

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devilmaymetalgear · 19 days

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Sparda boys with a goth g/n S.O. pls how would they react djdhshsh

dante sparda x reader // vergil sparda x reader

gn reader // hcs with a goth s/o

a/n: just realized I don't have anonymous asks turned on lmao, also, I am working on the step kid request with vergil and Dante, I just tend to write like 5 things at once lmao

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- thinks it's so cool, he always marveling at your outfits and just overall vibe. Very supportive. Loves how I extra and dramatic it is.

- would def wanna match with you, while he does find your contrasting outfits super fun, he also would love to match with you

- constantly giving you pieces of clothes he 'finds' that he thinks matches. And you have no idea at all where he gets them from. But with his income he probably didn't pay for them

Unrelated but I think Dante would like Lowkey fuck with corpse paint

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- he's all for flair, I mean look at him, so he definitely approves of your fit. While it wouldn't be something he might wear himself, he admires it from afar. Thinks you're stunning.

- he's constantly analyzing every single piece of clothing you wear, from the craftsmanship to the quality to the intricate detailing.

- he's always eager to listen to you talk about music to literature, uses it as inspo for what he should get into next. That way if you ever happen to ask him if he's familiar with something he can say yes and then pretend like he had no idea you'd asked him about it before

Requests are open, characters listed on my request rules. And anonymous asks have been turned on :3

#dmc #dmc dante #dmc vergil #dante x reader #dmc x reader #vergil sparda x reader #vergil x reader #dante sparda #dante sparda x reader

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jeysmullet · 5 months

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how would aew wrestlers react to their girlfriend being sick but didn't tell them but went to work while being sick

I love your writing, I hope you have very amazing day

how aew wrestlers would react to their girlfriend being sick and not telling them.

daniel garcia x fem!reader, hook x fem!reader, nick wayne x fem!reader, kyle fletcher x fem!reader, dante martin x fem!reader, darius martin x fem!reader.

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Danny doesn’t find out until somebody told him.

you had been avoiding him all day , so he doesn’t find out.

when he found out he went on a hunt for you.

when he found you , you were in the middle of a sneeze attack.

“baby, why are you here and you’re sick?”

he would force you to go back to the hotel.

and by force i mean he picked you up and carried you to the car so you couldn’t refuse.

he would have to go back to work but when he comes back to the hotel you best believe he’s going to baby you.

Hook

He figured it out when you were shooting a promo.

you could barley talk because your throat was hurting so much.

he gets kinda mad that you didn’t tell him, but then he feels bad because of how sick you look.

he can’t leave the arena

so he forces you to stay in his locker room and sleep until the shows over.

“stay in here and i’ll come get you when it’s time to go.”

he gives you forehead kisses instead of regular kisses.

you will get the princess treatment until you feel better.

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Nick had a feeling you had been getting sick.

so when he saw you at work bundled up and coughing, he knew you were sick.

he asked the other wrestlers if they had anything for you to take.

he would take you into his locker room so you could sleep.

he would ask TK if he could leave a little bit earlier, so he could get you medicine.

would absolutely baby you until you got better.

K F

Kyle knew you were sick , he just wanted to see how stubborn you were gonna be.

he had medicine in his bag for when you finally caved in.

he had just got done with his promo when he saw you taking the medicine.

“i thought you weren’t sick?”

“shut up.”

he will help you get better.

but he will still tell you he told you so.

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aw the sweet little baby.

when he finds out he’ll be by your side taking care of you.

he will find medication for you.

he will try and make you as comfy as possible.

he feels bad when he has to go to his match.

takes you home as soon as he can

buys you soup because your throat hurts

baby’s you the whole time.

D M

my other sweet baby.

he is like his brother.

he’s very sweet with you while you’re sick.

he will buy you soup if everything else hurts to eat.

he will feel bad if he has to go to his match and he has to leave you alone.

he will take you home and get you comfortable as soon as he can.

🏷️ : @hooks-martin .

#aew #daniel garcia #hook aew #nick wayne #kyle fletcher #dante martin #darius martin #daniel garcia imagine #hook aew imagine #nick wayne imagine #kyle fletcher imagine #dante martin imagine #darius martin imagine

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domxmarvel · 2 years

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Lock & key

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Pairing: Tengen uzui x male!Reader x Makio,Suma & Hinatsuru

Slot: Superhero au + “You’re all dating?” + “Let me introduce you to my partners” Atla au

Requested by: @dante--inferno

they end up getting attacked and the reader jumps in to save them (Until now he had trouble getting into the avatar state) but he finally uses it when the girls are in danger and he loses control until they calm him could you please include some cuddling as they calm him down and bring him out of the avatar state

Finding out you were the new Avatar made you both excited and anxious,you knew you were powerful but that only made you fear that you’d hurt the people you care about. Which quickly led to you pushing every single person you cared about away. You focused on controlling your powers,which led you here. Training with four of the most powerful benders.

“We’ve been expecting you,please come in” Tengen greeted you,you followed him to the backyard where you saw three women sitting there,who you assumed were the other three master benders. “Let me introduce you to my partners,Makio Suma and Hina.” They each introduced themselves after he said their names. Makio and Suma’s elements matched their outfits being fire and water. Hina you assumed was air since Tengen was pretty well known as an earth bender,since he was well known for being a part of earth bending tournaments. You realized much later that he said partners.

“Wait,you’re all dating?”

“Married,actually” He quickly answered. “Anyway,how far are you with each element? Any control over the avatar state?”

“I haven’t even been able to get into it yet,I think I’m missing something” You explained how far you’ve gotten with each element. You spent the day with them just talking,you need to get along since you’d be staying with them through your training.

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In only a couple of weeks you had massively improved both your air and water bending,however you haven’t gotten far with earth bending and your fire bending hadn’t improved. You were still very hesitant about fire bending,sure you could do it but it was never your first choice. After yet another day of unsuccessful training,you were sat outside enjoying the night breeze. When Hina sat down beside you.

“Are you feeling alright? You’ve been very quiet and you barely said anything today”

“Just disappointed,I thought I would’ve at least be able to use fire bending without being afraid that I’ll-” You cut yourself off,relizing you had said too much.

“Afraid of what?" You had already said too much already and there was no way out. You stayed silent for a while,thinking if you should tell her or not. Just as you were about to say something,you felt a shock and suddenly you heard a thud followed by Hina call your name. "Y/N Y/N" You had been separated from your body,your knees this could happen but this was the very first time.

"Hello Y/N" You jumped,startled by the sound.

"Avatar Roku? What are you doing here? Why did I get separated from my body?"

"I'll answer all of your questions and more" His eyes lit up and suddenly you were in a completely different place. "I'm here to help you,you still haven't been able to get into the avatar state right?"

"Not yet"

"Because you're scared of hurting the people you love" Of course he knew,even though you didn't have many people in your life you were still scared of hurting them. "Your fear is what's stopping you,you'll never have a reason to access your full power unless you have something or someone to fight for. Until you find that drive, that power will be completely locked away. Who do you want to fight for?"

"Y/N" You heard someone call your name,you looked in that direction but the second you looked back at Roku,he was gone "Y/N" You closed your eyes and when you opened them again you say Tengen and his wives stand over you,Hina was still holding you,her hand on your cheek. "Y/N,are you alright?" She sat you up but didn't let go of you fully. Tengen knelt down next to you,handing you a glass of water

"I feel fine,just tired"

"What happened?"

"I was in the spirit world and I met the previous avatar" You explained to them what he told you. And they immediately tried to help you figure out what or who you were fighting for but came up empty. You really had pushed away everyone you care about all your life,you were only mastering the elements because you felt like you had to. Did you really have a choice in this? They decided that you should take it easy for a few days before returning to your training.

***

You were sat down by the small pond in the backyard with all four of them. It was a beautiful night outside,when Hina turned to you.

"Did you hear that?" You hadn't heard anything

"No" She got up and you followed her to the fence. You felt the ground shake underneath you and were pushed away before you could reach out to her. The ground underneath her turned solid,making her unable to move. Tengen,Suma and Makio all came running but were quickly stuck. You heard someone laugh and looked in that direction,it was hard to tell who it was since their face was covered except for their eyes. You were staring at them when Hina's scream broke you out of your trance. She was sinking into the ground and getting tighter around her.

"Y/N" You could hear that she was struggling to breathe and something inside you snapped. Suddenly you woke up with all four of them standing over you.

"What happened?"

"Well you went into the avatar state"

"I did? I don't even remember anything,the last thing I remember" You looked over to Hina

"Y/N"

"At least now we know you can use it" Tengen said,making everyone look at him

"And we might know your trigger too," Makio added.

"You're right. I've stopped myself from getting close to anyone for years. I have to be honest, I've never felt this way about anyone before." You looked back at Hina "I just couldn't let anything happen to you" Before you could say anything else,she hugged you followed by the rest of them. You felt your eyes starting to burn and before you could stop you were full on crying. "I love you,all of you"

"We love you too" Hina said almost immediately,like she had been waiting for this moment.

#tengen x wives x reader #tengen x reader #tengen uzui x reader #tengen wives x reader #uzui x wives x reader #uzui wives x reader #hinatsuru x reader #suma x reader #makio x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader

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dashofmonsters · 3 years

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1.2 The Long Road S2: 2023

1.A The Long Road: Art- Silas Silas Sticker

2.1 Just Business: Male Drider (Cavan) x F!Reader- pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 FINAL (UNDER EDIT)

2.2 Ten Years: Male Drider (Cavan) x F!Reader- WIP

3. The Empire's Bastards- Male Werewolf (Cyril) x Female Mage (Shanna)**tbp

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5.2 Masks S2: 2023

5.A. Masks: Art- Oisín Ixora

6. One Hundred Dreams: Male Demon (Duane) x F!Reader

7. A Silver a Night: Male Tiefling (Luctux) x F!Reader

8. The Princess Bounty: Male Werewolf (Garren) x Female Protagonist (Kandra) **tbp

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A1. Snowfall: Male Orc (Sloan) x F!Reader- pt.1 pt.2 (pt.3 WIP)

B. The Lesser of two evils: Male Demon (Seth) x F!Reader

C. Roommates & Renovations: Freshwater Merman (Yen) x F!Reader- pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10 FINAL (UNDER EDIT)

C.1. Roommates & Renovations: Art- Yen by @solarchaotica Yen sticker by jays-draw Varen Yen

D. Greenhill Lane: Male Satyr (Ilya) x F!Reader

E. Night classes: Male Werewolf (Bernard) x F!Reader- pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 (pt.7 WIP) (pt.8 WIP) (pt.9 WIP) (pt.10 WIP) (pt. 11 WIP) (pt. 12 Final WIP) !!!(UNDER EDIT)!!!

F. Neon Palace: Male Naga (Nicu) x F!Reader

G. Hot Apple Pie: Incubus (Keller) x F!Reader

H. Part-Time: Male Naga (Cemil) x F!Reader

I. Strawberries & Roses: Male Tiefling (Dante) x F!Reader

J. Cream Tea: Male Werewolf (Thomas) x F!Reader

K. Redwood & Wisteria: Male Werewolf (Logan) x F!Reader

L. The Unwanted: Male Fae (Varen) x F!Reader

L.1.: The Unwanted: Art- Varen

M. The Librarian's Assistant: Male Orc (Monroe) x Female Protag. (Sofie)

N. Bound to Protect- Male Orc (Kirill) x F!Reader

O. Dreamers & Delusions: Saltwater Merman (Tao) x F!Reader pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 (pt.7 WIP) (pt.8 WIP) (pt.9 WIP) (pt.10 WIP) (pt. 11 WIP) (pt. 12 WIP) (pt. 13 WIP) (pt. 14 WIP) (pt. 15 WIP) (pt. 16 Finale WIP ) (pt. 17 Epilogue WIP)

O.1. Dreamers & Delusions: Tao by @rcehb-art

P. Open Window Rhapsody: Axolotl Merman (Bekkr) x F!Reader

Q. Runway Runaways: Male Chimera (Adrik) x F!Reader

R. Between Hunger & Pain: Male Vampire (Cethin) x F!Reader

S. The Rift: Male Fae: Male Fae (Idris) x F!Reader

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Side Character Stories: This section is under construction!!!

I've got quite a few background side characters that will be getting their own stories but these are character x character stories and most likely will be super short. I just want to give these guys their happily ever afters because they deserve it. These will include background stories for existing couples (like the uncles from The Long Road) or soon to be couples (hehehe you'll see). These will most likely be sfw fluffy feel good dorky stories because that's what I have planned. There might be a couple spicy ones but no idea which couple plans on taking that role.

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1A. Proxima Fallen- Male Alien x Female Protagonist **tbp

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Pr1. Midnight Oceans-- Male Tiefling (Arthok) x F!Reader pt.1 pt.2

Pr2. Alien HR-- Post

Pr3. There's a Villain in my apartment-- Post

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*Story 1A - 1Z sci-fi stories

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Story Universes:

The Realms: Deep in the Dark, The Lesser of Two Evils, Roommates & Renovations, Greenhill Lane, Neon Palace, Hot Apple Pie, Part-Time, Strawberries & Roses, The Unwanted, The Librarian's Assistant*, Bound to Protect, Dreamers & Delusions, Open Window Rhapsody, Runway Runaways, The Rift, ....

Of Orders, Courts & Kingdoms: Masks, One Hundred Dreams, Unprophesied, The Fairy Godfather Dilemma, ....

Fates & Fallen: The Long Road, Just Business, 5 Wishes, A Silver a Night, Midnight Oceans, ....

A World Forgotten: Night Classes, Cream Tea, Redwood & Wisteria, Between Huger & Pain, ....

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#exophilia #exophilia fic #exophilia fiction #exophilia writing #exophile #monster boyfriend #monster boyfriends #monster lover #monster x reader #monster x human

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sk-mumu · 2 years

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Lazy days spent with you// Dante x reader

“Ice cream with that?”

“For breakfast?”

“I don’t see why not!”

Disclaimer: G/N reader, there are implications of depression but this oneshot is about domestic life with Dante and he tries to make the reader feel better.

This is my first time writing something other than headcanons for Dante so I hope it’s not too OOC. Nevertheless, I hope you will enjoy it. My requests are still open but I will need some time to get back to them.

Life has been tiring lately, you have been so busy with work you almost forget to sit down for a breather every now and then. Everything was just so overwhelming, it feels like this loathing existential dread has taken over your life. You know it’s not right, but everything is just so tiring. Bless your little heart, you just want a hug out of this mess.

You finally arrived the front door of your apartment, digging around your bag for your keys before it unlocked with a click, your boyfriend opened the door as he put his crimson leather jacket on. “Oh hey, you’re back.” Dante greeted you with a grin. “Work?” you smiled back with tired eyes, “Work.” he sighed dramatically, making you giggle. “Come home safe.” you said as he softly pecked on your cheek, “I will. Have some rest, aight babe?”.

You watched your devil head off, you stepped in your apartment and sat in the doorway. What has my life come to? you thought to yourself as a loud sigh escaped your lips. You spent a brief moment sitting down before pulling yourself together, washing up and cooking something simple.

At least I’m eating something, I guess. You thought as you scrolled on your phone, It’s a day off tomorrow? Thank goodness.

You spend some time for yourself before heading to bed.

Warm rays of sunlight pierced through your windows, oh to wake up without an annoying alarm blaring in your face. You got up and stretched, clinking sounds could be heard from the kitchen. To your curiosity, you peeked through the kitchen door,”Mornin’ sunshine.” and there was your boyfriend, hair tied messily as he mixed something in large bowl.

“Hey hey, no peeking.” he smiled, “Fine~” you exclaimed defeatedly, heading towards the dining table after washing up.

You could smell something cooking, Dante soon came out with two plates. Pancakes with strawberries, bananas, whipped cream and chocolate. To your surprise, it doesn’t look bad at all.

“You want ice cream with that?” Dante’s already got a pint of strawberry ice cream in his hands, “For breakfast?” “I don’t see why not!” you chuckled as you passed your plate to him.

You took a bite, it’s definitely not the best pancakes you’ve had, but you appreciate the effort he’s put in here nevertheless. “Hey, it’s not bad.” your remark put a silly grin on his face, “ Watch out Ramsay, I’m comin’ for ya!” “Pfft, shut up.” the room was filled with laughter as the both of you finished your meal with some chitchat.

Goodness, what on earth is this mess?

Being the little tease you are, you made fun of your devil before cleaning the mess up with him. All that dishwashing has left your palms cold. You reached out to Dante’s nape, pressing your freezing fingers down, giving him a wake up call from dozing off in the relaxed room. “Hey, what was that for?” he turned around and entwined your fingers with his, the warmth from his palms slowly transferred onto yours. The cheeky devil leaned forward, right in your face with a smirk. You felt your face heating up, flustered, you pushed his face away with a giggle as he chuckled playfully.

You found yourselves cuddling on the couch watching the latest TV show, a comforting warmth radiated off this man’s body, a fresh scent of shampoo from his earlier shower was still lingering. You placed your head against his chest, dozing off as he idly ran his calloused fingers through your hair.

“We didn’t get to spend too many days like this.” you said softly, you wished that this moment would last forever. “Does it matter?” he asked, “I’d spend the rest of my days like this with you whenever I can, babe.” you were greeted with his soft grin as you looked up.

He was right, there are still many days you couldn’t wait to spend with him, whether it be an exciting adventure or a simple lazy day like this.

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc dante #dante x reader #dante x y/n #dante x you #dmc x reader #devil may cry x reader #dante sparda #dante #dmc fanfic #devil may cry fanfiction

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 1 year

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DMC MASTER LIST

ON GOING QUESTION/POLL (I can't actually make a real poll but I want to know some opinions lmao)

All fics are posted here on my AO3, along with other things (like my personal headcanons).

VERGIL ONE-SHOTS:

Stubborn as Always--G/N, Fluff

Si vis amari ama--G/N, Fluff, Minor Angst

Uncontrolled Instincts--Male, Smut, Rut fic.

Sweet Serenade--G/N, Smut (? Vergil "self pleasuring")

Good Morning, my Love--G/N, Smut (Consensual somnophilia)

Tapestry of Leather--G/N, Fluff, Lime (god I'm old)

Student and Teacher--G/N, Flirty Fluff

The Bed of the Blue Devil--G/N, Smut, Rut fic.

As You Wish (Part 2)--G/N, Smut

As You Wish (Part 1)--G/N, Fluff

Despite Your Flaws--G/N, Sad Fluff

What Would They Think--G/N, Angst/Sad, Fluffy Comfort

Without You--G/N, Angst/Sad, Fluffy Comfort

A Devil's Secret Wingman--G/N, Fluff

Phantoms of the Past--Male, Angst, Fluff?

DANTE ONE-SHOTS:

Rough Day?--Male, Fluff

I've Got You--G/N, Fluff, Overprotective Dante

Where There's a Will, Right?-- Male, Angst (kinda), Fluff, Smut; Dante between 2-4

Stuck in a Rut--G/N, Smut, Rut fic.

Deep Regret--Male, Sad, Fluff

A Valentine's to Remember--Male, Fluff, Smut

Song of the Heart--G/N (w/anxiety), Fluff

NERO ONE-SHOTS:

No One Else Can Have You--Male, Smut, Power Bottom Nero, Top Reader, Pre-4 Nero

Wanting--G/N, Smut

Fear of the Devil--G/N, Comfort, Fluff

The Scent of You--Male, Smut

V ONE-SHOTS:

Lineaments of Gratified Desire--G/N, Smut, Handjob (V receiving)

Stuck in a small hiding spot + Injured V (short one-shot answers)

MULTIPLE/OTHER ONE-SHOTS:

Bound by Blood: Reader & Sparda Bloodline (Platonic; comfort, angst, fluff)

STUPID THOUGHTS THAT RELATE TO DMC:

Sin Devil Trigger Vergil's tail

Vergil only has 2 things to his name

Me at Vergil when I found out about Devil May Cry

Screenshot ruining my Bloody Palace run

Vergil right after V and Urizen merge appreciation post

"Bound by Blood" re-write excerpts (semi-gory warning)

"I think I'm pretty good at playing Vergil"

Ebony & Ivory replicas. Plus, Nero and Dante body pillowcases.

How much can the Sparda bloodline lift??

Thoughts while writing a "Nero x Terminally Ill reader" fic

Vergil and Lawn Darts

Vergil tiddies

This is why I love the DMC fandom--Comment thread

DMC 2 "Dante" is actually Vergil

Teeth!

Why do Dante and Vergil in DMC5 look so different?

Can the Sparda-bloodline dance?

Kneeling Vergil

Vergil being sick but also stubborn

Do it for him

A really good Nero x G/N Reader fic (that's not mine) and why my dumbass commented lmao

Eric and Vergil

Vergil's autistic

Sparda twins and leg gaiters

Aro/Ace Dante?

SHOP LAYOUT MAP

ART:

MLP Dante

Semi-spicy Dante (Mature label)

Drifting in the ocean all alone

GOOGLE DRIVE MASTERLIST OF PROMPTS/IDEAS THAT I'LL BE DOING.

Requests are currently closed; I have WAYYY TOO MANY. It might be a while before I reopen them; thank you so much for the support!!

A quick shameless self-plug--I also have a fan-character-based story as well if y'all would consider giving it a look, I'd really appreciate it. It is both here, @adevilsfolly , and on AO3

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lululandd · 3 years

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🍰 ・twitter・twitch・ko-fi・ 🍰

♡ #scuffed writing ‹ ao3 ›

♡ #scuffed art

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[ chance encounters ]

pairing: vergil x f!reader

warnings: soulmate au, blood and gore (of npcs), smut

word count: 12k+ - COMPLETED

summary: you can’t help but to wonder what kind of person your soulmate is, for them to have such vicious, poisonous words ready to throw around as a greeting.

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[ audacity ]

pairing: vergil x f!reader

warnings: -

word count: 810

summary: he ‘hated’ you.

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[ s i n c e r e l y; ]

pairing: vergil x f!reader

warnings: possessiveness, yandere!vergil, stalking, jealousy

word count: 2.8k - ongoing

summary: he would jeopardise everything he has worked so hard on just to be with you.

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[ out of the blue; ]

pairing: vergil x reader

warning: *butterfly meme* is this fluff?

word count: 465

summary: “would you like some help?”

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[ memories. ]

pairing: Vergil x f!reader

warnings: Possessive Behaviour, Mentions of V, Implied Sexual Content

word count: 631

summary: “You miss him.“

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[ dmc comics inspired by other people ]

[ dmc comics inspired by vines ]

[ dmc: other ]

[ dmc boys with wings ]

[ requested ]

[ phone wallpaper ]

| vergil | notif |

[ emotes ]

| animated | vergil |

#scuse me #coming through #masterlist #sorry

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bradtomlovesya · 3 years

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Ⓦⓗⓔⓝ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓢⓗⓞⓦ ⓔⓝⓓⓢ (Part 1)

Summary: After seeing Brad using that red shirt on that concert you become oddly horny. (I suck at summary, sorry)

Clarifications: This is part 1, Part 2 will be posted tomorrow.

Thank you for the idea, baby @brad-is-my-dante Ily <3

Warnings: Smut +18, dom!Brad x sub!reader, Spit kink, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), English is not my first language.

Word counter: 2k +

We were in the car going to the hotel. The first concert of the tour had started and Brad was more than happy about it and so was I. I really wanted to hug him and hold his hand as normal but I had to keep my distance the rest of the way or I would end up sucking his dick right now without caring about the driver or anything else.

That perfect red button-down shirt only made the moisture in the middle of my legs grow more and more. I wanted it, I really needed to get to the hotel room and make him fuck me like only he knew how.

“Are you okay? You haven't said something all the way” he said, getting me out of my thoughts.

“I'm fine, I'm just a little distracted, sorry” I responded with my gaze on the car window. Couldn't we get there faster?

“Okay…” He answered not very convinced.

The rest of the way was complete torture, I could only feel my desire growing and growing every time he breathed or moved his legs and let me see his perfect cock marked in his pants. Got damn! I could swear that I had never been so wet in all my life as I was now.

The moment we entered the hotel room and he closed the door, he couldn't hold back and chose to speak.

“All right, tell me what's up? You've been distracted since the concert ended and I'm worried, did something happen and you don't want to tell me? Didn't you like the concert? Believe me I can handle the criticism but I really thought you liked it”. He said as he pried more buttons off his shirt and pulled them out from inside his pants.

I swallowed hard and took my gaze off from the bare part of his torso "I-It's not th-that" I stuttered.

“What is it then?” He crossed his arms and his muscles were perfectly marked on his shirt. Some veins on his arms stood out and his scowl only made him look sexier.

“I can't take it anymore, sorry.” I ran my hands through my hair. “But this is your fault for wearing those pants, that red shirt, and those fucking rings. Fuck! your fingers.” I complained. “I've been distracted because I was trying not to give in to my urges but my panties are already too wet so could you please fuck me at once?”

The brown boy was only silent for a moment and then he laughed out loud. "It was that?" He asked. "You made me worried, Y/n! I thought you wanted to break up with me or something and apparently you just wanted sex." He laughed in denial. "Tell me what you want" he approached me "Tell me what you want and I will do it." He murmured with his lips brushing my cheek.

“Sorry, but seriously it's your fault for being so fucking sexy”. I felt his hands on my waist and my legs shook, I had never been so desperate. “I want your dick in my mouth, please.” His lips kissed my neck. “Please.” I repeated pleadingly.

“It's okay sweetheart. If you want to do it so much…” He acted difficult. “Sure you can.” He brought his hands up to his belt and slowly took it off, lowered his pants and directed her gaze to mine. His eyes were full of desire. "Come here" He held his member over his boxer shorts. "On your knees.” He demanded.

“On my knees” I nod and he puts a sofa cushion on the floor so my knees wouldn't hurt and I kneel in front of him.

“Go ahead, all yours.” He brought his hands to my hair and pulled it up so I was looking into his eyes. “I know we're both going to enjoy this, Y/n.” He said my name slowly and that only made me warmer.

I wasted no more time. I pulled his boxer down and his hard erection hit his stomach. There was some pre-cum that made me lick my lips as I watched him. I took his member in my hand and went up and up and down slowly while running my tongue over the tip. It tasted salty but coming from him, I loved everything.

“Damn, princess! That pretty mouth really knows how to do its job.” His face contorted with pleasure and his mouth parted as he felt my tongue on the tip of his penis. “Open your mouth.” He said seriously. I obeyed and closed my eyes waiting for him to introduce his big member into my mouth but that never happened. A hoarse laugh in his throat made me open my eyes again. “Did you expect my member? No, darling. If you want to, you will have to do it yourself.” He lowered his head and spat into my mouth. “Swallow.”

“Thanks.” I mumbled as soon as I swallowed her saliva.

“What did you say?” He asked with a frown.

“Thank you, sir” I corrected immediately and bit my lip. “Can I go back to work?” My pussy lips felt completely wet and sticky, there was no way I could stop it and I didn't plan on doing it. I was finally going to have what I was waiting for all night.

“Yes, sweetie. You can continue.” He nodded with a beautiful smile. I took his member again in my hands and this time I put it in my mouth taking what I could more. At least what my gag reflection allowed me. “Fuck!” He moaned loudly. "That's it, that's my girl.” He spoke between gasps with his head thrown back in pleasure.

I went up and down my hand with a cautious speed and used my saliva as a lubricant to make it easier. I thrust his cock down my throat and moved up and down deeply until I felt the need to breathe. I pulled it out of my mouth with a pop sound and a trickle of saliva still connecting us.

“Oh... Babe”. He sighed. “You look so innocent all the time in front of my friends and family. Everyone could swear that you are a total and complete angel”. He held my face by my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “And the truth is that you are an angel with the wishes of a demon. You make me sin but you make me touch the sky, isn't it strange?” He bit his lip. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth so daddy can fuck that pretty throat of yours.”

I opened my mouth and his member slammed into my throat making me have a gag reflex but I controlled it. My lashes bathed wet from my tears as I watched the muscles in his abdomen contract due to the force He was doing. The buttons he had unhooked gave me a perfect view of his god-sculpted abdomen. His eyes were closed and tight as he continued saying obscenities and fucking my mouth like there was no tomorrow. His veins pulsed and his dick felt harder than before so I assumed he was going to come and he did. He hit the back of my throat and painted everything with his cum. I waited for him to finish and swallowed it all so as not to waste anything. Also, I wiped his cock with my tongue and when he pulled it out of my mouth with a loud growl, I put my hands on the ground to breathe and steady myself.

“Are you tired?” He asked me with his heavy breathing and now his eyes looking directly at me.

“A bit.” I muttered. “But I'm fine.” I smiled with my eyes on his.

“Good because I'm not done yet.” He smiled and reached down to gently take me by the arms and lay me down on the bed. “Do you think you can handle it?” he asked as he kissed my neck and took bites.

“Yes, I can.” I gasped when he positioned himself between my legs and squeezed my butt tightly pulling me towards him. His hands lifted my dress and yanked my underwear off. “Bradley!” I looked at him with wide eyes.

“I'll buy you new underwear, I promise.” He murmured her with his face tucked between my legs and kissing the inner part of my thighs. “Love, I've never seen you so wet.” He spread my legs and ran his tongue between my folds in a slow way to collect as much of my fluids as he could.

My hands instinctively went to his hair to tug at it and my back arched in pleasure. His fingers found my entrance but they did not enter. He patted the area with four of his fingers and two of these he moved around the entrance.

“Bradley, stop teasing…” I moaned loudly when his thumb pressed my clit and he began to draw circles on it, keeping enough pressure to make me see stars and wanting to close my legs but he pressed them with his free hand to avoid it. The cold from his rings was felt throughout my core and many moans escaped my lips.

“I love the sound of your moans, especially when I'm the one causing them.” He slipped two of his fingers into my vagina and bent them a little to touch my G-spot.

“Fucking hell! Bradley..”. I moaned his name and closed my eyes. One more finger slid easily into my femininity thanks to how wet it was. His fingers moved fast and hit every point that made me moan and feel like an orgasm was forming in the lower part of my stomach. My forehead was sweaty and my hands were tugging at his hair getting several grunts and moans from his part that sent vibrations right to my center. One of his hands went up to one of my breasts and squeezed it with a little force causing me another loud moan and that my nipples went hard under the fabric of my dress. “Don't stop, never stop!” I cried

“I won't, baby” he murmured, licking and sucking on my pussy. His fingers were soon replaced by his tongue moving in and out of me quickly and deliciously.

Once again two of his fingers entered and moved roughly inside me. Her tongue squeezed and sucked on my clit and her other hand squeezed my other breast. That was the last thing I needed to cum on her lips with a loud moan of his name.

My vision turned white, my eyes slammed shut and my legs shook like Jelly. I held my breath for a few seconds trying to normalize it but it wasn't long because I felt something slide into my vagina all of a sudden making me moan even louder due to the over stimulation.

“I'm sorry my love. But I had to go in now or I would end again but this time on the room floor thanks to your exquisite moans.” He held still as I got used to his length.

His hands were on my waist and lifted my body so that his cock could fully enter me and contort my walls as only he knew how to do it. "You can move." I fixed my eyes on his.

"Finally!" He groaned, digging his fingers into my hips and starting to move with slow but rough speed. He came out halfway and entered me completely again in one fell swoop. "This cunt belongs to me and absolutely no one can make you feel as..." A heavy thrust. "As good as I do!" He exclaimed as the speed of his thrusts increased. "Take off that dress, please" he begged me with parted lips.

I took my hands to the buttons of my dress and took them off and then pulled it over my head. I also unzipped my bra and his eyes immediately went to my breasts. His eyes were pure pupils, they were completely filled with lust.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders and managed to go even deeper with each thrust. He lowered his face to my height and kissed my lips with pure love and ferocity. "Fuck! You don't know how much I love you!" He hid his face in my neck and sucked on my skin leaving a hickey that would be visible later.

"I love you too!" I exclaimed. At that moment I was a sweaty, moaning mess. I changed our positions so that he was under me. I inserted his member into my wet cunt and jumped over and over again, inserting his member into me just the way I liked it.

"Shit shit shit! Y/n!" He dug his fingers into my ass hard and covered my walls with his cum. It didn't take me too long to reach my ecstasy and I ended up on his cock doing a mixture of our cumshots.

"This was a thousand times better than I expected" I mentioned with my face hidden in the crock of his neck and his collarbone. "I didn't remember you were that huge!" I giggled.

"You have a bad memory then" He teased and kissed my head. He came out of my vagina and went for wet towels to clean us up.

Once we were clean, we crawled under the covers completely naked.

"I'll have to wear that red shirt more often. I like the effect it has on you." He put a lock of my hair behind my ear and kissed my lips sweetly.

"I'm Y/n and I approve of this message" I teased and bit his lip. I closed my eyes and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I love that red shirt, I really do.

#bradley simpson smut #brad simpson imagine #bradleywillsimpson #connor ball #brad simpson #brad simpson smut #bradleysimpson #bradley simpson #the vamps smut #the vamps imagines #the vamps #imagine #fanfic

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mychemicalimagines · 2 years

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Speechless

Request by Anon - randal from clerks x reader please??💕

Warnings: 18+!!!!! OOC!Randal at the end, Cussing, Sexual Humor, Spoilers, Taking place during the Star Wars VS Lord of the Rings scene in Clerks 2. Talks of Hobbits being Homosexual as well as talking of sexual acts between the two Hobbit characters. If you are a LOTR fan, I am so sorry XD

Words: 2,743

Tag List:@elskinner45 @nocturnalherb16 @buckysforeverprincess @diyunho @negans-womam @deepobservationcherryblossom @fangirl1029 @thelostallycat @scarletmeii @fandomsstolemylife00 @brithedemonspawn @sinofbisexuality @chuckbass-love @lyn-g @paigeem96 @kyky9103 @mzmusic92 @booknerd-3000 @isabelleforest73 @ms-reader @lover1307

A/N: I just got back from from vacation and decided to write some requests to get them out of my box so here's some Randal! I love Randal. Besides Jay and Silent Bob, he's my favorite character:]

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Third Person POV

Randal Graves was only speechless once before in his entire life. Shocking? I know. THE Randal Graves not having anything to say? No one, not even Dante is able to do that to him. The first time was when his now wife walked down the aisle a year before the Quick Stop burned down.

Yes, Randal is married.

The only person who knows is Dante and that’s because he was his best man. His wife, Y/N, is in the Army and has been overseas for the last year. All the ‘game’ he says he has with girls when his mom’s not home? Total lie. He hasn’t lived with his mom in almost 8 years. She moved into an apartment, wanting something smaller, and Y/N moved into the house with him soon after.

During that time, she’s been back and forth between overseas and home which Randal doesn’t mind. She loves what she does and he loves her so it doesn’t bother him too much. He just…misses her, of course. He does write her letters and is able to talk on the phone often but not having her with him was different. It sucked. His best friend doesn’t approve of his ‘lies’ to people when he says he sleeps with different women on a daily basis. He would never ever cheat on her. He loves her too damn much.

They both know the truth so it doesn’t really matter. The only reason he even had a job at the Quick Stop and now at Mooby’s is because he needs to keep busy. Why not work with his best friend and piss others off in the process? It’s the best way for him to keep himself sane. That brings us to the conversation at hand.

Today marks the second time Randal has ever been speechless. He tried to hide it but she knew. It started off with Randal making fun of Lord of the Rings, like he always does when Elias brings it up. This time, he was able to do it with more people present.

A man walks into Mooby’s while he was putting the napkin holders back, forcing Elias to take his order. The teenager takes off his cooks visior and puts on a cashier’s hat that has moose antlers on it.

“Welcome to Mooby’s. May I take your order?” He asks, fixing his long hair.

“Yeah, um, let’s see. Give me one Udderly Delicious Moo-ilk shake, Skinny Calf and an order of onion rings. Thanks.” The man says, reaching into his pocket to grab his wallet.

Elias starts pressing buttons on the register before mumbling to himself.

“One ring to rule them all.” He quotes the movies.

The man’s head snaps up before he delivers the next line.

“One Ring to find them.”

Randal rolls his eyes as he continues to actually do his job. “Oh, Jesus.”

“One ring to bring them all.” Elias says, ignoring his co-worker and brings out his necklace containing his replica of the ring.

“And in the darkness bind them!” The man finishes, bringing out his own replica.

“Yes! Dude!” Elias high-fives his fellow Hobbit lover. “How many times?”

“Well, um, three for ‘Fellowship’, two for ‘Towers’ and four for ‘Return’.” He lists on his hand.

“Five for ‘Return’.” The teenager gloats slightly.

“Dude!” The man says, slightly jealous.

Randal has finally had enough and walks behind the counter.

“Alright, look, there’s only one ‘Return’, okay, and it aint of the King. It’s of the Jedi.” He says, before walking back into the kitchen.

“Oh, Star Wars geek.” The man rolls his eyes.

“Oh, I’m the geek?” Randal walks back toward the front. “Look at you two, whipping out your preciouses!”

“You’ll have to excuse him.” Elias gestures to his friend. “He’s not down with the trilogy.”

“Oh, what the fuck happened to his world?” The older man mumbles before looking at the two males before him. “There’s only one trilogy, you fucking morons.”

“You know what? Maybe we should start calling your friend Padme, because he loves Mannequin Skywalker so much.” The customer says before speaking in a robotic monotone voice. “Danger, danger. My name is Anakin. My shitty acting is ruining saga.”

Elias laughs before turning to his co-worker. “Yeah, you’re crazy, Jar Jar.”

“Oh, I’m crazy? Those fucking Hobbit movies were boring as hell.”

Before he can continue his rant, a voice he hasn’t heard in over a year enters his ears.

“The man has a point. All it was was a bunch of people walking. Three movies of people walking to a damn volcano.”

Randal’s head snaps up and his jaw drops at the sight of his beautiful wife in her uniform, his gum almost falling out of his mouth. Her H/C pulled back into the neat bun she’s forced to put it into everyday under the camo hat that fits her perfectly. Her E/C eyes light up as she sees him, his no doubt doing the same as he looks at her.

She smiles at him discreetly knowing he has never told anyone about her. He swallows the small amount of spit in his mouth, not knowing what to say or do at this point. He feels completely sweaty right now but he knows it’s just his nerves. He hasn’t seen her in so damn long, he’s scared he’ll say something so fucking stupid that she’ll leave his ass.

Well, okay, so he knows that won’t happen but he’s still nervous. He missed her but he also has his reputation to protect. Alright, he doesn’t give a shit about his reputation but he wants to see how this conversation will go now that his beautiful woman has entered the chat.

“And what do you know about Lord of the Rings?” The man asks, turning around to look at her.

“I’ve read the books and I know that both were just a bunch of random words put onto paper to make some money.” She smirks at the man, standing straight as she normally does.

“She’s right. Here’s the first movie.” Randal says, finally getting his voice back as he jumps over the counter.

He stares into the distance as he walks past the customer and his wife.

“Here’s the second movie.” He continues, walking back to the counter.

Staring into the distance once again, he walks straight toward his wife and just as he reaches her, he shoulder checks her. He then steps to the side, taking a double take at her as if he was shocked she was there before continuing around her.

“He’s way off. Loser.” The man says, crossing his arms.

“You ready for the third movie?” Randal continues as he walks back toward the counter.

He turns, walking back toward Y/N before taking off his imaginary precious and dropping it into an imaginary volcano.

“Fucking, A.” He rolls his eyes as he makes his last trek back toward the counter. “Even the fuckin’ trees walked in those movies.”

He jumps up and takes a seat on the counter next to the register, ready to hear what the two Hobbit lovers have to say.

“You know what? I’ve had enough of you two. Your simplistic analysis of the trilogy aside, the Lord of the Rings was a massive achievement that even the Academy recognized when they gave Peter Jackson the Best Directing Oscar.” The customer says, looking between the widely unknown couple. “An award your little friend George ‘Toy Boy’ Lucas has never and will never win.”

“Oh, sick burn.” Elias says, glancing between everyone.

“Let me tell you something.” Y/N speaks up, knowing where this is going to lead. “If Peter Jackson really wanted to blow me away with those ‘Rings’ movies, he would have ended the third one on the logical closure point, not the 25 endings that followed.”

“What’s the logical closure point?” Elias asks, looking at the only woman in the conversation.

“Yeah, friend, enlighten us.” The customer raises an eyebrow at her.

“Oh, I’ll enlighten you.” Randal speaks up, capturing their attention. “When fucking Frodo wakes up from his little coma or whatever and the little Hobbits are jumping up and down on his bed and Sam leans in the doorway and gives him that very fucking gay look.”

Elias cuts him off, practically pleading. “Not the ‘Rings’, Randal. Say what you will about Jesus but leave the ‘Rings’ out of this.”

“I am going to kick your ass back to the Shire if you don’t shut your fucking mouth.” The customer says, anger radiating off of him.

“That look was so gay, I thought Sam was gonna tell the little Hobbits to take a walk so he can saunter over to Frodo and suck his fuckin’ cock. Now ‘that’ would’ve been an Academy Award-worthy ending.” Randal smirks, leaning back on his hands.

“Hey, Faggot, they’re not gay. They’re Hobbits.” The customer glares at him.

“And then right after the Sam-Frodo suckfest, right before the credits roll, Sam fucking flat out bricks in Frodo’s mouth.” He finishes, a large grin on his face.

The customer gags, covering his mouth slightly.

“I swear…” He tries to say but gags again. “Fuck you!”

He then turns toward Y/N but before he can vomit all over her Army boots, Randal jumps up from the counter, running toward his wife. He wraps his arms around her waist, slightly picking her up and spinning to the side so the vomit lands exactly where her feet were.

“Woah…” Elias’ eyes widen slightly. “How did you know he was gonna do that?”

“Just a hunch.” Randal chuckles before setting his wife down. “You okay? He didn’t get any on you, did he?”

“No.” She giggles softly, shaking her head.

“Good. Let me go get this cleaned up then we’ll talk.” He says, gesturing behind them.

She nods with a smile before watching him walk toward the manager's office. Without knocking, he opens the door and looks down to see Dante looking shocked and Becky, their boss, looking irritated.

“I made fun of Lord of the Rings so hard, it made some super-geek puke all over the floor. Where do we keep the mop and bucket so I can have Elias clean it up?” He asks, leaning slightly on the door.

“In the closet with the rest of the cleaning products.” Dante answers, raising an eyebrow.

“We have cleaning products?” Randal nods, not actually knowing they did.

He closes the door and opens it a second later, realizing something. The two people in the office’s head snap up toward him again, wondering what the hell he was doing in there again.

“Why does it smell so weird in here?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Buh-bye.” Becky waves at him.

“No, uh…Y/N’s here so I’m taking a break.” He says, looking at Dante.

“Y/N’s here?” His eyes widen before he jumps up from the chair.

“Who’s Y/N?” Becky asks, raising her eyebrow.

“My wife.” Randal says as if it was obvious before walking out of the room, leaving the door open for his best friend.

“His wife?!” She asks, her voice moving up an octave.

“Yep!” Dante says, tossing her the nail polish in his hand before rushing out of the room.

Y/N looks up as her husband walks toward her, a smile on his face. He glances toward Elias to see him already cleaning up the vomit on the floor as the customer walks out of the building, not wanting to be around the establishment anymore.

“Now that that is over…” He says before jogging toward her a little.

He wraps his arms around her waist and picks her up, swinging her around in a circle causing the H/C haired girl to laugh as her hat flies off her head and she wraps her arms around his neck. He spins once again before setting her down on her feet before using one hand to hold her close while his other hand cups her cheek.

He leans down and presses his lips against hers, keeping his gum far from her mouth. Sparks fly through them as she happily kisses back, smiling against his own lips. When they finally break apart, he looks deep into her eyes as he rubs her cheek slightly with his thumb.

“I missed you so fucking much.” He whispers, looking deep into her eyes.

“I fucking missed you too.” She smiles, biting her lip softly.

“Come on. Before we go outside, someone wants to see you.” He says, smiling softly.

Using the hand around her waist, he turns her around to see their best friend.

“Dante!!”

“Y/N!”

He jogs over to her and pulls her in for a big hug, one she happily returns. When they pull away, before he can say anything, she punches him as hard as she can in the arm.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” He grabs at the now sore spot on her arm.

“You were thinking of leaving him all by himself?” She playfully glares at him. “He burned down the Quick Stop and you were going to leave him in our home alone?”

“I knew you’d be back before then!” Dante tries to say but Y/N isn’t having any of it.

She punches him in the arm again before shaking her head.

“Stupid. Never assume!”

Randal smirks at his best friend, loving how his wife is saying exactly what is on her mind.

“Come on, babe. Before you hurt him…or maybe I should let you.” He pretends to think. “Nah, I want you to myself.”

He gently grabs her arm and pulls her out the front door of the restaurant. Before the door closes, they both can hear Elias’ voice.

“Did he just kiss that lady and call her babe?”

“Yes, Elias. That’s his wife.”

“He’s married?! Since when?!”

Randal laughs as he ushers his wife to the picnic table outside. He takes her hand and holds it up, helping her sit down before he takes his own seat in front of her. Their knees touch as he puts their hands between them.

“What are you doing home?” He asks, looking at his beautiful wife. “You said it wouldn’t be for another month.”

“I was discharged early.” She smiles widely. “I’m done, Rand.”

“Done?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I retired. I’m home for good.” She reveals, watching his reaction.

His eyes widen and he lets go of her hand to cup her cheeks.

“For good? Like…Forever?”

She laughs softly and takes a hold of his wrists, rubbing them with her thumb.

“Forever, baby.”

Randal pulls her close, pressing his lips against hers, putting all of his love into it. He feels her smile against his lips as a tear falls down his cheek. He has never been a crier but hearing that his wife will finally be able to stay home with him? It calls for his rare tears. She pulls away first and bites her lip, softly as she wipes his tears.

“I love you, Randal, so much.”

“God, I love you, Y/N.” He whispers before pressing his lips to her forehead.

Knowing he wouldn’t want to stay in the ‘romantic scene’ they're in, she smirks and whispers.

“I was also thinking we could start making that baby we’ve been talking about for years.”

He leans back and looks at her with a raised eyebrow. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Of course I’m serious.” She laughs.

“Oh fuck yeah!!” He then looks around the parking lot. “Your car is free or we can go into the bathroom…Maybe even that closet I just found out we have or we can…”

“I meant tonight, you dumbass.” She laughs, tilting her head back.

“Fuck!” He whines, dropping his hands to between their legs.

“I have to get home anyway and unpack. What time do you get off work?”

“Tonight I’m hosting a going away party for Dante, if you want to show up?”

“Sounds good to me!” She says before moving to stand up.

He grabs her wrists and keeps her in place. “I haven’t seen you in a goddamn year. You ain’t going anywhere right now.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll stay for a little bit longer.”

Before Randal can say anything, his annoying teenager co-worker’s voice is heard walking toward them.

“Since you’re staying, I have a question! Do you like Transformers because Transformers is one…”

“Fuck off, Go-Bot!”

#randal graves x reader #randal graves imagine #randal graves imagines #randal graves x y/n #randal graves #randal graves clerks 2 #randal graves fanfiction #clerks 2 #18+

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rukanrin · 3 years

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Ayyy ca you dante x reader.

Look I would die for this man please

((Also choose whatever au you want))

Pepperoni Pizza---Dante x G/N Reader

a person of fair culture i see,we can die for the wacky pizza man together

i feel like the DMC5 dante is perfect for this backstory so yeah and sorry if you don't like pepperoni,you can replace it with whatever you like

Hope you like it! -Ruka

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You and Dante have been dating for a while now,the demon in red turned out to be a big softie under his playboy attitude he puts on in front of everyone,but it takes some nagging for him to start saving up to pay the overdue bills,yes Morrison had given him everything for free,but he had to pay up for the stuff before that

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"Dante,no!" "Dante,yes!" You and your boyfriend were play fighting again,he had to save up for the overdue bills before Morrison started playing for them,yet he kept spending it on pizza nearly everyday

"You have to save money Dante!" You whined,making the devil hunter's grin even wider "I'll start saving after this one" He chuckled, running his gloved hand through his snow white hair "You've been saying that exact same line for 4 times in a row now" now this boosted his ego

"Come onnnnnn,I'll order a pepperoni one!" He pleaded,knowing it was one of your favourite foods,you sighed crossing your arms "Only this time baby,next time its a push down the stairs" you threatened,knowing damn well that he couldn't die rolling down the killer stairs in the shop,he was half demon afterall

"Awe i love you so much" He said in an overdramatic tone,pulling you in for a gentle kiss before picking up the ancient,yet very suiting phone he would be spammed with 'new gig's' nearly each day,ordering from the nearest pizza place

It felt like hours,you had fallen asleep on the couch in the shop,making the man in red wave anyone who was in the shop away with ebony and ivory till the food came,allowing him to plot his evil trap

You had woken up to the smell of fresh,warm cheese, tomato sauce,and pepperoni,making you rush over to the source of the mouth-watering smell,finding it on Dante's desk,and without thinking,you ran over,only to run into his trap

"Snatch" Your lover said out loud,pulling you into his embrace,you knew struggling was worthless,but he stole your chance to eat the damn pizza!But your grumpy thoughts didn't last long when he bowed both of you down,giving you a kiss

"You're an asshole Dante" You mumbled "I know I know" He laughed,letting you go and sitting on the chair behind the desk,pushing the pizza ever so slightly your way "enjoy babe"

#dmc x reader #devil may cry #dante sparda #dante x reader

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copper-wasp · 4 years

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Even a Devil May Drabble: Smutty Alphabet for Vergil (Part 15/?)

Hi readers! I’m back! Taking a few months off was truly beneficial for my mental health, but good golly gosh I really did miss writing. I hope this lil’ ditty makes up for my absence!

Title: Smutty Alphabet for Vergil, Son of Sparda, The Alpha and the Omega

Rating: E

Words: 1,678

Tag List: @exsultry @drusoona @xalmasyx @blindedstarlight @synchronmurmurs & any other Vergil lovers out there ~~~

(If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know 💕 )

Also posted to AO3 ~~~

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Vergil worships you both during and after sex; he’ll stroke your hair and pepper soft kisses over your flushed cheeks before cleaning you up. If you try to get out of bed, he scolds you, demanding that you stay put and let him take care of you.

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His arms; lithe and strong, lean muscle wrapped around bone - they can cause so much destruction and hurt, but they can also hold you, pull you close to him if you wake up gasping, still in the grip of a nightmare. He loves feeling your palms trace up them, your fingers curling over his shoulders as you stand on tiptoe to kiss him.

Vergil loves his partner’s eyes. He loves looking into them, seeing how they squint when you smile, narrow when you challenge him, water when he spills his emotions to you, and of course, roll back when he drives you to your release.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum) Vergil definitely prefers to leave himself inside you, thick release coating your warm cunt. He was the most excited when you said he didn’t have to wear a condom anymore, the mere thought of being able to come inside enough to make him ravenous for you.

D - Dirty Secret He’s a bit of a voyeur; he loves to watch you dress after sex, watching your hands pull your clothing down over your body.

He’s nervous to bring it up, but he’d love to watch you pleasure yourself, delicate fingers stroking the places that make you moan, lost in bliss as he stood there, unaware of his presence.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Vergil’s experience level is low, but the man is a natural at making love. He’s also very good with taking direction, and the things he remembers you like, regardless of how seemingly insignificant, always sends you in the best way.

F - Favorite Position Missionary, for sure. He loves being able to envelop you, let his weight settle atop your body, overloading your every sense with him. He also likes that he can see your face, watch it contort in pleasure, your pupils blown out when you squeeze around him, taking every bit of pleasure you can.

Though he also doesn’t discount a good ride, fascinated with your bouncing breasts as you grind yourself against him, thighs gripping his hips to kept yourself upright.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc?) Serious boy is serious. Even Vergil’s dirty talk is serious - but that doesn’t stop it from being the goddamn hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

H - Hot Spots (A place that drives them crazy when touched) His neck, for sure. Feeling the soft pads of your fingers trace over the most vulnerable part of his body makes his heart beat so much faster. And then faster still knowing you can feel it thumping beneath your touch.

I - Intimacy (How are they in the moment, romantically?) Vergil always makes sure you know how loved you are. He sings your praises so often you almost flush, turning your head away, unable to hold his gaze when he says such things. But he’ll gently turn your head back to face him, continuing to whisper words of love against your lips, punctuating each sentiment with a soft kiss.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon) Vergil doesn’t jerk off too often. He’d much rather wait the extra ten minutes for him to get to your place so he can fuck you silly. After all, why would he touch himself when he knows you’d so willingly take on the task?

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks) One word - bondage. Vergil loves having you trussed up like a present, ready for him to unwrap, or tease. He was pleasantly surprised with how quickly you agreed to his ask, and the reason for your eagerness became clear when he tore the most sinful noises from your throat, interspersed with pleas for more. He’d never exercised as much self control as he did that night, wanting to take you over and over, but resisting, preferring to edge and tease and have you beg for him so much more.

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do) Vergil feels the most comfortable in a bed with you; there are no limits to the positions you can try, no one to interrupt, nothing that could change the charged atmosphere between you. Now, that one night in the backseat of your car when you’d pulled over to wait for a snow squall to pass, that was quite an interesting change of scenery. Or when you’d convinced him to take you from behind while you were bent over Dante’s desk, that was something he’d never forget.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?) Vergil prefers the chase. Especially when you initiate it with sly touches and dirty quips whispered in his ear in public. He loves when you rile him up, even when you understand the punishment you’ll receive when he finally has you in his grasp.

N - No (Something they won’t do, turn offs) Anything you don’t want to do. He knows that “no” is non-negotiable, and he respects you too much to do anything other than stop.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Giving, giving, giving. Your taste, your scent, the way your thighs tense against his head and your fingers weave into his hair, all of it drives him wild.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?) Vergil will do either; he’s good at reading your mood, or if you tell him what you’d like, he will gladly comply. It doesn’t matter if it’s slow and steady or he’s fucking you into the mattress, he’s honored every time you choose him.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc) Not his thing. When he has you, he wants to take his time.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks, etc?) Vergil is absolutely game to experiment. He’s pretty nonjudgmental when it comes to matters of sex, and would definitely be up for anything new within reason. He might also have some ideas of his own that he’d like to try, and they might involve a blindfold, a crop, and some absolutely filthy dirty talk.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) Vergil can literally go for hours. Be careful not to tease him about his stamina, else you may also find yourself going for hours. There’s something he loves about hearing your breathy, overstimulated moans as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you and filling you up with his own release.

T - Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themselves?) He will often use toys as an enhancement to your lovemaking. Vergil prefers to be the one using them on you, watching you squirm under a vibrator or how your back arches when he pushes a smooth, silicone plug into your ass. But he also loves when it’s just him, his hands... and his mouth.

U - Unfair (How much do they like to tease?) Vergil enjoys teasing, no doubt about it. Particularly when he’s got you at his mercy, toying with you until you beg; he loves the sound of your voice when you’re desperate, but even more so when he gives you what you desire. The buildup culminating into something that encompasses the both of you, peaking with a beautiful, breathless moan, that he’ll more often than not swallow right from your lips.

V - Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?) Vergil is usually quiet as he prefers to hear your lovely noises, but you like the challenge of getting him to groan and curse and have his voice join yours in a satisfied chorus.

W - Wild Card (Random headcanon for the character of your choice) While Vergil does love being in charge, there is also a desire to be submissive. Once he got over himself enough to ask you to dominate him, you had him calling you ‘mistress’ in no time flat, begging you to let him come.

X - X-Ray (What’s going on under those clothes) Vergil is slim, but his body is roped with lean muscle, and you love tracing over the soft dips between them. His long, lithe legs drive you absolutely wild, and it’s always a treat when he lets you wantonly rut yourself against his thigh.

His cock matches the rest of him; long enough to reach your deepest spots, not too thick, and with a gentle upward curve, perfectly engineered to fit your body. The head is a bit wider than the shaft, a satisfying ‘pop’ when he pushes it past your entrance.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Average, but can always be convinced if you’d like him more often. Not that he doesn’t have spells where he craves you like no other, and ignores any other responsibilities to stay in bed with you for days.

Z - ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?) Vergil will never fall asleep before you do. He will bundle you in his arms, making his chest your pillow, and gently stroke your hair until he feels your breathing even out and your heartbeat slow. He’ll trace his gaze over your face, your eyelashes resting against your cheeks, lips parted just a little to allow your warm breath to escape. Having you fall asleep first also gives him time to think about how lucky he is to have you, how he nearly can’t believe that you chose him.

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Thank you for reading!

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#devil may cry #vergil #dmc vergil #smutty alphabet #copper-wasp writes

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vangoghmusings · 4 years

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status | keigo takami x reader

a/n: hello! this is part one of my hawks multi part fic. this idea came to me while i was in the shower, therefore i will call it an epiphany. i have a good feeling about this story so i hope you guys like it! while there is no hawks in part one, it sets up the story as a whole.

synopsis: as one of the world's top supermodels, you don't take anything less than perfect. when a certain hero collaborates with you for a magazine shoot, everything changes.

pairing: kiego (hawks) takami x fem!reader

word count: 558 (its an intro what do you expect)

warnings: none this chapter :)

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taglist: @mixfi @lilacskyura @katsuhoee @star-mum @moonlightinsanity @domhoni

⫷ chapter one: crawl on their bellies ⫸

If she could see their faces.

Every person who told her that she wasn't good enough or that she would never make it.

She dreamed to see their faces, their features accentuating their shame.

She wanted to see what they looked like when they saw her on billboards, in magazines, on the runway, the news. Her face was all over the place and they could never escape it.

But that's what they get for doubting her.

Before, Y/N Megami was a nobody. Now, at 23, she was one of the top 5 highest paid models in the world. Worth approximately $75.6 million, Y/N was not someone to be taken lightly. Besides being a supermodel, she was constantly subject to criticism. Not just about her appearance and fashion choices, but because she was quirkless.

From day one she knew she would have to fight harder and work more in order to achieve her dreams. In a world were being quirkless was a rarity, having a platform and being in the spotlight was even rarer for someone without a quirk.

In the poem Inferno, by Dante Alighieri, he says that above the gates of hell the words, "Abandon all hope ye who enter here," is inscribed. In order to reach the depths of hell, "they should be made to crawl on their bellies," Dante wrote.

Y/N had no fear. She did what she needed to do, and more to reach the depths of the hell that was modeling in order to achieve her dream. So she crawled on her belly and fought harder than anyone else to reach where she is now.

Today, Y/N doesn't give a thought to her belly crawling days. She tries to live in the moment as best as she can, as her life before was not so sweet. A morning like this is what Y/N lived for.

As her assistant, Ruisu would hand her coffee as she got into the backseat of her G-Wagon, her driver typing the GPS spot of the photoshoot she would soon be headed to.

"Mmm, Ruisu, you're the best," Y/N hummed while sniffing her coffee. Ruisu chuckled and buckled herself in.

"You forget that you pay me."

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"No, you're my best friend who coincidentally gets paid as my personal assistant." She sipped her coffee while Ruisu signaled the driver to start the route. "So, what's the shoot today again?"

Ruisu pulled out a folder with the details of the day's shoot.

"So think 2011, Karli Kloss, Vogue Italia. So big headpieces, lots of florals, and sheen glossy makeup."

Y/N nodded while sipping her coffee.

"Cool cool, I hope we do more neons than pastels, I'm just so over the baby tones."

"Its likely, Nylon has been doing more eccentric shoots lately."

She nodded, recalling the most recent shoot releases from the magazine. This wasn't her first time shooting with Nylon, but no matter what, getting to do her job made her excited.

"Oh! You're still interested in doing the cologne campaign with Chanel right?"

"Yes! I haven't done a campaign like those in a while."

"Perfect, I'll just let them know and the first shoot is next Friday."

Y/N smiled and sipped her coffee while looking out the window, watching the skyscrapers of Tokyo pass her by. It seemed like everything was finally falling into place.

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noonachronicles · 4 years

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Everlong Pt. 8

Kwon Jiyong/ G Dragon X Reader

Word count: 7.7k

Warnings; None? There might be a single curse word?

Genre: Hades/Jiyong. Greek God AU. Fantasy.

A/N: Just wanted to thank everyone for their patience with me! I love and appreciate you so much!

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Hades Palace was nicer than the one Zeus had on Olympus, but nobody really knew about that because it very rarely saw visitors. At first it wasn’t nicer. In fact at first it wasn’t much at all. So modest it was barely a home. Hades had been just fine with that. It was only him and he had never really required much. He hadn’t been as exuberant back then as he was now. Before he brought Persephone home he had added some editions to make it more suitable for her. Even still she had wanted more and he’d believed, at least at the time, that she deserved it. Now what had once been a humble home was a superfluous show of luxury.

Following their marriage, when the underworld had become her home, Persephone found herself constantly restless, with seemingly nothing to do. She hadn’t realized when she agreed to the marriage that it meant she would be burdened with the responsibilities of the underworld with him, that she wouldn’t just be able to go and come back at her leisure. That she would have to stay there, that it would be her home for better or worse.

Every time she got a little bored or felt melancholy Persephone would renovate some part of the underworld, redesign whatever she could, or just simply add another room to the palace. There were rooms with marble floors, red carpets, hardwood, and some with meticulously placed mosaic tile designs. They were matched with walls in red, white, gold, and even black. Rooms lined with shelves full of books written by dead authors like Faust and Austin. Poems never read by mortals written by Poe and Dante. There was an entire wing dedicated to priceless, never before seen art created by artists who had passed long ago. Some rooms were a hoarders, cluttered paradise and others that had stayed as empty as the day they were built.

At its original inception, the palace Hades built for Perspehone, was a mere fifteen rooms and a moderately sized garden. Now it sat heartily at over two thousand rooms, six gardens, a pond, and an elaborate hedge maze. The entire property sat atop a large hill with a magnificent view of the underworld from anywhere you stood. It was surrounded by a stone and wrought iron fence that stood twelve feet tall at its peak.

“What is this place?” you asked in awe. You didn’t even wait for an answer before practically skipping over to the massive iron fence, “Must be important all locked up and hidden away.”

Jiyong walked up slowly behind you, hands in his pockets and much less impressed. “It’s Hades palace.”

Your eyes went wide with excitement and you turned back to it in hopes of getting a good look at the home. He continued to follow behind you as you inched your way down the fence trying to find the best view beyond the hedges and trees that blocked your sight. After moving down a few feet you finally found a spot that you could see passed if you stood on your tiptoes. There was a massive maze of hedges covering the width of the grounds. Beyond that there was a field of bright green grass that moved up a gentle slope. At the top was a massive home built of limestone. There were columns that lined the entire front of the building, and if you squinted you could see the mascarons, cartouche, festoons, and corbels that decorated the outside. You wished that you could get closer to see the detail just knowing that it would be gorgeous.

“That has to be what… five hundred rooms minimum?” you asked awestruck by the sheer size of it.

”Eight floors, five different wings, and two thousand rooms. It goes back further than it looks from here.” You looked beside you to where Jiyong was standing with his back against the fence. His notebook open in his hands as he answered with clear disinterest. After a moment of thought he chuckled, “Surely you think he’s overcompensating.”

“You’ve been inside?” you said with a blush, ignoring his comment, before looking back through the fence.

“A couple times. You want to go in?”

You scoffed, “No, I’d rather go back to the field of nightmares and torture. What if they’re in there? Can you imagine running into them? Terrifying.”

“Them?” he asked looking up at you from his book.

“Hades and Persephone,” you said as if it was the most obvious of answers, “I mean, they’re probably in there somewhere right now, it is their home.”

He grinned though you didn’t see, “Yeah, I don’t think so.”

You turned to him with a sour face and exasperated sigh, “Don’t ruin this for me. I have a whole fantasy going on in my head right now. Don’t tell me I’m wrong.”

“Alright,” he laughed, “maybe they’re in there. What’s your big fantasy?”

You made a face and then shook your head. “You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“We’ll never know if you never tell me.” he shrugged. You hummed, knowing he was right.

“In the beginning she wasn’t super fond of him, right? That’s what all the stories say. However, I don’t get the feeling that Hades was like some horrible monster, maybe...probably? I think that he knew she was miserable and didn’t want to be here and wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. Of course anyone with common sense might ask why he wouldn’t just let her go? He couldn’t let her go because he was just too infatuated and, well, likely very lonely.” you said eyeing the extravagantly large home, how could he not be lonely. “So he let her choose her own room and she picked the furthest one from his, as far as she could possibly go. Then she allowed herself to know him. Through tiny greetings at first that grew into conversations under the stars that lasted through the night. She liked him more and more as time passed and started moving her room to be closer and closer to his. They’re completely in love now and have a thousand children that fill up their thousands of rooms. Their love was just a very excruciating slow burn. The slowest burn, kidnapper and his kidnappee to lovers story. The Beauty and the Beast of greek mythology.”

“That’s not love.” he sighed, “That’s stockholm syndrome.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s less romantic when you say it like that.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble.” he chuckled as you finally stepped down from the fence.

“Do you think…” you blushed and shook your head again, “never mind.”

Jiyong closed his notebook and slipped it back into the pocket on the inside of his coat. “Oh, go on, you have to ask me now. You’re practically scarlet.”

“Just...I know it’s weird to think about but, do you think they have sex? And if they do, what do you think it’s like? Is it otherworldly or is it just normal married couple sex where they’re both thinking of something else entirely since they’ve been together forever.” you asked, “Stories about Hades make him seem so different than his brothers, especially Zeus who was just a big slut really. I don’t think it would totally surprise me if Hades was asexual or something.”

Jiyong choked on nothing more than the air in his mouth and shock. “He’s not… asexual. Though I don’t think they’re having sex either. If they ever tried I imagine it would be unsatisfying, lackluster...forgettable.”

“Ooh, harsh.” you laughed, “Okay, well then how would they have had children? Do you think they had children? I don’t know if I can imagine Hades with a baby. It’s too weird but so is thinking about that palace being sad and empty.”

“I’m sure Hades would have loved to have children of his own, he’d be great with them even.” he shrugged, “Persephone has three children and he did wonderfully raising them with her.”

“Why’d you say it like that?” You asked curiously.

“Say it like what?”

You leaned against the fence next to him. “Persephone has three children. Not they have three children.”

“Hades isn’t the father of Persephone’s children.” he said simply.

“So they’re what, from before him? She was a teenager wasn’t she?” You cringed.

“Not before him just not with him.”

Your eyes went wide, “Drama! This sounds like a really great story and I already love it. Tell me what you think their story is. Please? Oh, please play the fantasy story game with me!”

“Alright, I’ll play.” he grinned, “but not here. If I’m going to do it I think it should be done in the proper setting.”

“You have my attention.” your eyebrows scrunched together, curious about what he was going to suggest.

“I just think it seems more fitting for me to tell you about their love from her garden. Don’t you agree?”

Your eyes went wide and your mouth dropped open in excitement, making him laugh at your genuine reaction. “Where is it?”

“Just there.” he said and pointed a little ways down to where the iron fence arched upward with a flourish.

Without wasting a second you ran towards the gate and peered inside. The surrounding fence had been draped in dark green ivy which made it impossible to see through, but through the gate itself was a lush garden. It was thick with trees and there was a stone path that disappeared between dense shrubbery. Everything was so green. Every few feet there was a pop of color from flowers. Their color, in contrast from the greenery, seemed even more vibrant. Your fingers wrapped around the gate and you pulled only to be denied.

You turned to Jiyong, as he finally arrived, with a pout, “It’s locked.”

“Oh no, that’s a shame. Where would we ever find the key?” he asked twisting an old iron skeleton key around his fingers.

“How... where did you… no don’t tell me. I don’t want to be any more of an accomplice to your illegal activities than I already am.”

You stepped back and watched him unlock the gate and push it open. Suddenly you felt stuck with fear.

He looked over at you curiously, “Are you coming?”

“What if she’s in there?” you asked warily, peeking back through the gate.

“Persephone?” he asked, you nodded, “I thought you said she was in the palace. Is she in there or out here because she can only be one. She’s not omnipresent.”

You looked at him for a long minute, chewing on your bottom lip. He could tell you wanted to argue and tried not to laugh. Finally with a huff you stomped through the gate, “Fine.”

“This actually works out perfectly for us. After we rest for a bit we can cut through the garden to Asphodel.” he said thoughtfully as he relocked the gate. When he turned back around you had your hand held out to him. “What?”

“You have to hold my hand. You’ve held my hand through all the dangerous stuff, you can’t just stop now.”

He smiled to himself before grabbing your hand in his, “This place isn’t scary or dangerous. Nothing will hurt you here, I promise.”

“I’m so sure.” you scoffed, “This is a prime atmosphere for bad things to happen. We basically snuck onto palace grounds into this lush garden where anyone or anything could be waiting to attack us. When it does I will need to quickly drag your body in front of me as a shield, that’s why I wanted to hold your hand.”

“Elaborate please, on the dangers of this garden.” he requested, the amusement clear in his tone.

“Serpents, for one. Tiny, mythical, woodland creatures like evil pixies or gnomes that try and steal drops of our blood for dark magic. Or Hades himself could be lurking around a tree somewhere ready for the attack.” you answered as you walked together down the stone path.

“I-” Jiyong scoffed, “Hades doesn’t lurk.”

“Okay, fine. Someone else then. Is this location not perfect, aesthetically, for Medusa?”

“No!” he laughed, “You’re insane. Why would she ever come here?”

“Let’s see, to turn trespassers into stone statues so they can be placed around the garden as a warning to others...obviously.”

He shook his head incredulously, “I bet you a trillion dollars Medusa is not in this garden.”

“If you think that’s a good idea, but if there is even a single statue in this garden we will know that you were wrong and also that we are minutes from death.” you looked over at him and he nodded in agreement.

“Fair enough.”

With your hand securely in Jiyongs, you wandered comfortably down the cobblestone path through the garden. Trees arched over the tops of your heads, and every few yards there were stone columns, wrapped with overgrown ivy, and topped with what looked like giant marble bowls emitting light from a fire burning inside. Jiyong explained that the bowls were filled with slow burning oil, that it wasn’t some mystical magic as you avidly suggested.

Though your feet stayed on the path, your eyes wandered every which way. There was so much to see you found it hard to focus on one thing for too long, only asking about a few things, because you’d gotten distracted before you thought to ask about others. With your focus anywhere else you missed as Jiyong collected fruit from the trees that lined the pathway in his pockets. After some time you saw an opening in the path. The walkway was widening and the trees were parting.

“Shit.” Jiyong muttered with sudden realization.

“What?” you asked.

“You’ll see.” he sighed as you walked into the courtyard.

There was a large marble fountain in the center, two iron benches sat on opposite sides, and in each of the four corners of the clearing was a marble statue, three women and one man.

Your mouth fell open in amusement and you looked over at Jiyong who, in rare form, did not look as smug as he usually did. “I can’t believe we’re going to be turned into stone, and just when I was about to come into a trillion dollar fortune.”

He only groaned in response.

With a laugh you dropped his hand and moved towards the first statue, studying the mysterious woman it depicted, “Who are they?”

“That’s Persephone and the others are her children. Makaria and Melinoe are her daughters and her son is Zagreus”

You moved onto the next statue, examining every detail, and then did it again until you were at the last of the four. Jiyong had been watching you as you inspected each one carefully and in detail. The whole time you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head.

“You’re staring.” you said with your back to him as you looked at the impeccable artistry, you could practically see every strand of hair that fell down the woman’s back. “Why are you staring at me?”

“It’s just...nice to see you happy, playful, back to yourself.” he answered quietly.

“What, you didn’t like when I was crippled with emotional distress and crying into your expensive clothes every ten minutes?” you grinned, eyeing him over your shoulder.

“I don’t like seeing you upset, period.” he said moving towards one of the benches to sit. “Which is why I didn’t want to bring you to-”

“You’re never letting that go are you?” you cut him off as you moved to sit beside him.

Finally his superior little smirk was back, “Nope.”

“Alright, well I’m ready. Are you ready with your story?” you asked pulling one of your legs up on the bench as you got comfortable.

“First things first, you should eat something.” he said and began to pull the pieces of fruit he’d been collecting from his pockets like they were made from the same magic as Mary Poppins carpet bag. “It’s been a long day and you haven’t eaten.”

“Oh. My. God.” you gasped and reached down and grabbed a red sphere, “A pomegranate from Persephone’s garden?”

“I thought you might enjoy that. The pears taste better though, in my opinion.”

You dropped the pomegranate on the seat of the bench, and picked up the golden pear. It wasn’t just a yellow pear or a golden-ish looking pear. It looked like it was made of solid gold and would crack all of the teeth in your mouth with one bite.

“I can eat this?” you asked eyeing the fruit suspiciously, Jiyong nodded in confirmation.

You looked at the fruit for several more moments before cautiously lifting it to your lips and taking a bite. Your eyes blew wide open as the first bits of flavor cascaded into your mouth. A lewd moan slipped from your lips as you sucked on the fruit with an unintended sensuality. Jiyong squirmed slightly in his seat, finally taking off his coat and laying it across his lap.

“God, sorry.” you said once the pear had been devoured down to its core. You looked around for somewhere to put the inedible portion. He chuckled and grabbed the core by the stem from your hand and chucked it into the bushes.

“Should I begin?” he asked.

You nodded with excitement and picked up one of the apples, “I didn’t realize how hungry I was, but yes. Please start.”

“Well to start with Persephone wasn’t a teenager when they met. Which is one of my least favorite misconceptions.” he said with a small eye roll, “She was actually in her thirties when he first met her, but because he is immortal he already had four hundred or so years on her. People like to make him out to be some sort of monster, preying on infants. You tell me what an immortal man is supposed to do. If he only ever found romance with women who’d been around as long as him he’d end up marrying one of his sisters like Zeus did. And that prospect is just something that never sat well with me, him...I would assume.”

You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing at him outright. You were amused at how passionate he’d already become about his story.

“Pause, breathe, continue.” you said placing a gentle hand on his forearm.

He took a deep breath and released it slowly. “The day they met Hades had gone to see his sister, Demeter, at her palace on Olympus. He’d been on his way out, walking through a meadow near the home. It was there he first saw her, that part is true. She had been the most beautiful creature he had seen in decades and he was in love with her before he took his next breath.”

“That quick, huh? She must really be something else.” you looked over at her statue and felt underwhelmed. Not entirely sure why, you felt a brief flash of jealousy hit you. “I don’t really see it.”

Jiyong smirked, not missing the petty undertone of your comment. “The thing people don’t understand about Hades is that he was never some recluse. He didn’t always hate everyone and he never liked being here all alone. The underworld was a fate that had been handed to him, not one he ever would have chosen for himself. Back then it was even more unpleasant here than it is now, probably what people expect it to be. It was basically just a deserted wasteland with souls meandering about. No order or structure. He hadn’t really done much with the underworld because he didn’t want this to be a home to him. He’d been lonely. Hades didn’t have many friends here and his family never came to visit. He felt abandoned for a long time. When he saw her, Persephone, this shiny new being with her kind smile, his infatuation was instant and overwhelming. She had been sweet to him, brought him to her garden, laughed with him, kissed his cheek, and asked him to come back and visit her again.”

“Wait, she liked him.” you said with genuine surprise.

“He thought so as well, at the time. And she may very well have, but her infatuation wouldn’t last forever. In the end it turned out she was very much like her father, a flirt.” he shrugged, “Regardless her actions that day sparked something inside of him. He’d come back here inspired to make the underworld a place worthy of being called home. Somewhere she would be comfortable and would want to visit.”

“He...really did all of this for her?” suddenly your heart felt soft.

“From the arch at the gate to the flooring in Tartarus. There have, of course, been many upgrades and renovations since then. But yes, originally he did it all for her.”

“I wonder what that feels like, to have someone love you that much.” you said quietly, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Jiho is great but it’s more of a modern love maybe. And it seems that modern love is a little selfish. I think, even if he had the capabilities of doing something that romantic, he still probably wouldn’t. Which is fine...I don’t need that kind of old fashioned romance.”

You could feel tears flood the backs of your eyes and bit your cheek to keep from crying. You had to stop crying. Suddenly you thought back to the roses. To the sad songs that had echoed through your heart and you wondered if this was yours. You always thought Jiho had loved you but it was possible he didn’t love you the way you loved him. Maybe your love was unrequited. Or maybe knowing that you loved him infinitely more than he loved you was the heartbreak you would suffer.

“Y/n,” Jiyong frowned, and placed his hand against your cheek, “It’s just a story.”

“It’s a really good one so far.” Wrapping your fingers around his you smiled into his palm, “Tell me, what did Persephone think when he showed her.”

“She loved it at first. Or she loved that it meant he would do anything for her. She liked to come and go as she pleased. Often she used the underworld as an escape from her parents, mostly her overbearing mother. She enjoyed the freedom of this place, she was welcome to go wherever she pleased and could do whatever she wanted as well. Persephone had begun to spend so much time here and with Hades that he confessed that he loved her and asked her to be his wife. Her mother of course rejected the idea and that only made her more willing to do so.”

“I don’t like her.” you interrupted, “Persephone, she seems like a brat. She’s just using him.”

“She wasn’t as bad as I’ve made her out to be. She was very sweet, very funny at times. She just had the spirit of a wanderer and was a bit...flakey. I don’t think she understood what it meant to be married to Hades. That she would have responsibilities here and that she could no longer just leave and go wherever she wanted whenever she wanted. She did so well at first, but she got restless and resentful. She’d claimed that Hades hadn’t explained to her what the marriage entailed and acted like it was a prison sentence instead of a relationship. Willing to do whatever it took to please her, Hades compromised, allowing her to leave for six months of the year.” he explained.

“So that part’s true too.”

“Yes, that part’s true.” he continued, “One of the times she had left she had come back pregnant. She had Melinoe, her first daughter and Hades favorite of the children. A couple years later the same thing had happened, this time giving them Makaria. Then again a little while later with her son, Zagreus. At that point it was clear that even the compromise they had made was no longer enough for her. She wasn’t really a wonderful mother. She loved her children, of course, but they just made her feel more trapped than she’d already felt. Before long her wanderlust has turned her completely against her family. She used to tell Hades that even just six months in the underworld felt like being trapped in a coffin. She told Hades she would never carry his child, that her body would never allow it because of how much she loathed him for tricking her.”

You shook your head angrily, “Why didn’t he leave her or make her leave or however that would have worked?”

“Eventually he would, but at that point he hadn’t stopped loving her. Persephone and her children were all he had. He deluded himself into believing that everything would be okay because he’d been so afraid to be alone again. Before too long it had become too much, fighting her had become too exhausting and he let her go. After she left, he locked up this garden, her garden. He forbid anyone else to ever come here. It’s why everything is so overgrown.”

You sat quietly for a minute, absorbing the story, and looking around the courtyard. Even if he’d only just made it all up, Jiyong’s story felt so real. The energy felt different in the garden now, sadder and more dark than before. You wondered if it had been this way the whole time and had just been masked by your initial excitement. The images you’d had of Hades being pounced on by a handful of toddlers that looked like him faded away into one of him, lonely, somewhere in his massive palace.

“Well,” you sighed, “that’s a terrible love story. I’m a little upset with you for giving me such a horrible ending. You know stories can have happy endings, right?”

“Who says his story is over just because Persephone is gone?” he asked tossing the last gold pear into the air before catching it.

“Aww,” you cooed, “Okay, that’s cute. You’re forgiven.”

“Oh, thank the gods!” he oozed with sarcasm. You eyed the pear as he tossed it in the air again before catching it in his hand once more. He grinned watching your tongue dip over your lip, “You want the pear, don’t you?”

“No…” you’d already had three while he’d been telling the story, but still your mouth watered. “Yes.”

He handed it over with a laugh and you took a big satisfied bite from the fruit.

Wiping a bit of juice from your chin you held the pear out in your hand, “You should have a bite. You haven’t eaten either, and you said you preferred them.”

“You’re sure?”

You nodded, “They’re so good.”

Jiyong cupped your hand in his and brought the pear held in your fingers to his lips. You inhaled, surely it wasn’t intentional, but the way he moved his mouth around the fruit, his tongue just barely visible as it brushed against it, had you longing. Though you weren’t even sure what for. It was just an instant, deep pull at your gut. As his teeth sunk down into the gold flesh of the pear you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Juice pooled from the pear into your palm until it was dripping down your arm.

“Oops.” He muttered nonchalantly before sucking the heel of your hand between his lips to catch the juice.

Your pupils blew wide and he paused realizing what he’d done. It had been so second nature for him he didn’t stop to think that it was wrong. If your hand wasn’t still held by his you were certain that it would be trembling. He looked at you, his lips still on your hand, his soft tongue pressed against your palm. He waited a moment for an answer to his unspoken question. Was this okay?

With your lip between your teeth you gave him the slightest nod. He moved his head back and took in the sight of your bare arm with a gulp. Finding where the trail of juice had petered off near your elbow he brought your arm closer to him. The pear fell to the courtyard floor with a splat, your fingers unable to hold on any longer. You let out something between a whimper and a gasp as his tongue moved all the way up your arm until it was back against your palm. Goosebumps lined your skin like a tiny army. He continued to suck and lick at your palm and your fingers until he was satisfied they were clean of the pear juice.

He kissed back up your arm. Quick little pecks, a couple tiny nibbles against your skin, until he reached the sleeve of your shirt and then he jumped to your bare neck.

There was nothing you could think to say beyond a breathy, “ah, oh.”

You cupped the back of his neck while he sucked on the skin of your clavicle. His fingers grasped your hip as he groaned into you neck with satisfaction. His mouth moved up your throat, and along your jaw while his hand moved up your side until he was cupping your breast over your shirt. He leaned his forehead against yours and eyed your lips with an insatiable hunger.

“Wait,” You whispered, and brushed your thumb against his swollen lip, wishing yours were the same, “is this a dream?”

“I don’t think so.” his lips pressed against the pad of your thumb. He held your gaze for what felt like an eternity before pulling his body away from yours. “You don’t want to kiss me.”

“I do.” You corrected, “I want that more than anything else in the world right now.”

“But you won’t, right? Because of him.”

“It just doesn’t feel right.” your stomach twisted into a knot, and your chest felt tight as you watched him push himself up from the bench to put his coat back on. “I’m sorry, Ji. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’m fine.” he said shortly, “We have to go, it’s getting too late.”

“Okay.” you said and watched him as he moved towards the start of the path on the opposite side of where you’d come in. You stood up from the bench slowly, removed your sweater from around your waist and pulled it over your head. The awkward tension between you two was intolerable. “Jiyong...if I knew what was going to happen. If it was clear how all of this ends...I just…”

“Stop!” he shouted, he looked furious when he turned to you, in a way he had never looked at you before. “Just stop talking about it! You didn’t want it to happen. It didn’t happen. Let it go...so I can.”

He shoved his hands in his coat pockets and took off down the pathway, not even waiting to check if you followed. With your arms crossed over your chest you walked behind him quite a bit, mostly to give him a chance to cool off. The walk down this path seemed shorter, but that could have just been because of the way he was storming down it. You had to speed walk to keep up. When you reached the gate he already had it unlocked and open for you, he didn't even look at you as you passed him. You waited a few feet away as he locked it back up, and sighed as he brushed passed you without a word.

Jiyong wasn’t mad at you. He was mad at himself. It felt like everything was going wrong. All he wanted to do was tell you everything. Tell you who he was, who Jiho was, why you were really here. However there was a nagging sensation at the back of his head telling him that once he told you he was going to lose you. In one way or another you were going to be gone from his life and he was going to be alone again in his big house on the hill. He didn’t want to risk losing you to the truth a second sooner than he needed to. Even if that meant suffering through the awkward silence, at least you were still together.

Leaving the garden brought you to a quiet meadow. It had you reminiscent of the field of punishment and it made you wish that you had your friend to comfort you, rather than an entire yard ahead of you pretending like you didn’t exist. The look on his face had made you feel guilty. There was so much anger, frustration, and pain in his eyes. Now he was walking around looking so dejected. It made you wonder if anyone had told him no before. The worst part was that you didn’t even want to say no, you’d wanted to kiss him. But if you kissed Jiyong you’d have to explain it to Jiho if you really got to see him and things just felt so complicated already.

At the edge of the field you hit the treeline of a forest. Jiyong didn’t stop walking, just kept going. The forrest was thick with trees. The second you stepped beyond the first trunks there were barely even streams of light from the sun above. Just enough that you were able to see the floor beneath your feet. There were fir trees, pine trees, cypresses and cedars. Even your favorite trees of all, weeping willows, took up space in the forest. You’d wanted to say something about how beautiful it was. How calming it felt and how wonderful the smell around you was. Jiyong was still steps ahead of you with his head slumped between his shoulders and his hands in his pockets.

You huffed, “Ji, please don’t be mad at me. I really can’t stand this.”

“I’m not mad at you.” He muttered and kept on through the fallen sticks and needles.

“You haven’t even looked at me since we left the garden. I hate to be presumptuous but I have to believe it has something to do with-“

He spun around and grabbed both of your shoulders. “I can’t look at you because everytime I do I wish I was kissing you. I can’t kiss you though, because you don’t want me to. So I’m just going to need a while, is that okay with you?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t kiss you.” you said quietly, feeling guilty all over again, “I’m sorry, I upset you.”

Jiyong let out a frustrated growl, “You want me to be mad at you? Now I’m mad at you! Stop apologizing for telling me no. Never apologize for telling someone no, for not doing something that makes you uncomfortable or that you don’t want to do. That pisses me off. You’re allowed to say no.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” You corrected, “it’s just that, I’ve kind of thought about it a lot, getting to kiss you. If I ever get to kiss you...I want to do it the right way. I don’t want anyone or anything in between us. Just me and you.” You sighed and put your palm against his cheek, “Kissing you…this sounds so lame but, kissing you means something more to me because you mean something more to me.”

He looked at you for a long minute, stunned, “You really think about kissing me?”

You felt a blush rise in your cheeks as you dropped your hand from his face. “I told you before that I’d wanted to.”

“I thought you meant you just wanted to in that moment, not...all the time.”

“It’s not like I think about it every second or anything…” your cheeks burned, “Have I not been making my feelings painfully clear to you?”

“You still want to go to Jiho. You won’t be with me because of him.”

“I know, I’m sorry if it’s been confusing for you. Imagine how it’s been for me.” You sighed, “I still love him. I feel like I have to do this, you know? I have an obligation to finish this out, to go to him, to see what happens and how I feel before I make a decision.”

A smile spread over his lips before giving you a simple, “Okay.”

“Okay?” You asked confused by the quick switch in his mood.

“Okay. I’ll wait. Okay. We’ll kiss the right way, like you want.” He grabbed your hand from your side and started walking through the forest of trees with you following behind.

It was enough. He felt better now, knowing that you’d thought about kissing him. That it was something that you wanted too. A hopeful feeling awoke inside him that was screaming that this would be ok. Even if he had to wait a little longer for you to see the truth, he could wait for you, he’d waited this long.

“Wait, we will?” You asked.

“Of course we will. It’s probably better if we don’t do it just yet. You’re not ready for me.” His shoulders were back and his chest was out, his confidence was through the roof.

“Oh, really?” You laughed.

“There’s no way you’d be able to handle it.”

“Well I kind of think we should kiss now, just to see. I bet that trillion dollars you owe me I’d be just fine.”

He looked over his shoulder at you skeptically, his eyebrow raised, “It would be irresponsible of me. You might never come back from it. Down for the count.”

“Down for the count!” You cheeks burned with laughter, “Oh jeez.”

He grinned, more at himself than at you, “Just wait. I’m gonna blow your mind.”

It was the best feeling in the underworld having your hand wrapped inside of his, the energy between the two of you bubbling once more. You told him all about how anxious you’d felt in the meadow on the way over. He admitted he’d worried about how you’d handle it, how he’s wanted to tell you it would be just fine. You mentioned that you’d loved the weeping willows and he’d laughed and told you it wasn’t too surprising to hear. Then you reached a clearing. A patch of grass surrounded by weeping willows that opened up to the fading light of the sun.

“How do you like the forest? Are you comfortable?” he asked.

“It’s nice, calming. I don’t know what this feeling is. It’s almost content?”

“Content could be correct,” he hummed in thought, “This is meant to be a neutral place. No positive emotions, but no negative ones either. Simply a place to exist. This forest is Asphodel.”

You looked around curiously, “Asphodel is supposed to be a field.”

“You make a lot of assumptions. Almost all of them are wrong, and yet you continue making them.” he laughed.

With a scoff you pinched the back of his arm until he winced with pain, “Call it consistency.”

“If you prefer,“ he laughed again, “I think we should stay here for the night.”

You shrugged with indifference, “Why? Since it’s so empty? Not a lot of restless wanders around to bother us?”

“Consistent.” Jiyong grinned as he pulled his jacket off and laid it out on the grass. “Asphodel is the most occupied space in all of Hades. There are more souls here than everywhere else in the underworld put together.”

“How?” you asked incredulously, “Blades of grass? Leaves on the trees?”

He sat down on the jacket and patted the space next to him, “Sit down and rest with me. You’ll see soon enough.”

Sitting down next to Jiyong and finally stretching out your legs left you with the realization of how much you’d already done today, how far you’d gone and all the things you’d seen. Exhaustion came on very suddenly.You laid back against the grass with a sigh and looked up at the patch of sky above you. Jiyong sat quietly beside you flipping through his notebook as always, you half thought to ask him what was in it. You’d thought about asking him about a thousand times since you’d met but worried it might be too personal so you never did. Everything around you had a sense of calm, you thought for awhile you might actually drift off to sleep as the sky grew dark.

That was when you first saw it. A single flicker of light among the dense trees. You blinked several times, unsure you’d really seen it. Then it was there again. A little light blinking now and again as it passed behind leaves and branches. Before you knew it there was another, and then another. One by one tiny little lights like fireflies seemed to flicker to life among the trees until they filled every patch of darkness and left the clearing in a soft glow.

“It’s so beautiful.” you whispered, mesmerized by the sight before you. Then your heart sank with realization, “These are the souls. Do they fill up the whole forest?”

“Yeah.” he said quietly.

“That’s so many.”

“Centuries worth.”

As several of the orbs of light began to trickle down from the trees you sat up to watch them. Some sank down all the way to the forest floor, others spread out through the trees until they disappeared completely. It was like watching the stars from the night before, except this time instead of watching from below you were sitting right in the middle of the universe.

Jiyong couldn’t take his eyes off of the way you looked around with such wonder. He’d become entranced with the way your eyes sparkled with the light of the souls that surrounded you. Desire filled the pit of his stomach and a slight pout crossed his lips as he realized he didn’t usually want for much, but he did for you. He needed to know why you’d come into his life and what, if anything, your futures held together. And he’d realized that he knew where to go to get his answers. All he needed was a chance to slip away.

The souls, despite surrounding you, never really came close to the pair of you. They didn’t really interact at all. Which is why, after some time had passed, you were surprised to see one of the tiny little orbs hover closely in front of you. Then like a cat with a sudden burst of energy, it started to zoom around you. The tiny orb zipped through your hair, making you laugh and booped against your nose which left you feeling overwhelmed with love. When you held out your hand it circled up your arm and landed in your palm.

“Do you think…” you couldn’t even finish the thought before your eyes welled with tears, you felt ridiculous even thinking it.

“I really do.” he said quietly, knowing exactly what it was you were thinking. “I think she found you.”

“Seems silly.” You sniffled, “How could she? In this entire forest, with all these souls, it just seems so unlikely.”

He lifted his hand to your face, tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear and brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “And yet, it’s happened.”

You both watched as the little bulb of light zipped from your palm and started to circle around Jiyong as if inspecting him. It made you want to laugh, how nervous he looked. It was the, bringing your boyfriend home to meet the family, experience that you had missed out on in your youth. It wasn’t until she began to bounce against the tip of his nose that he finally relaxed enough to give a smile.

“I think grandma likes you.” you bit your lip realizing that she really would have liked him.

Jiyong was the kind of person she would have loved for you. He was respectful and kind, but still confident and fun. His sarcastic humor reminded you of hers and you could instantly imagine afternoons getting sassed by both of them and you knew that you would have loved it. For a long while she bounced between the two of you, until you let out an unmistakable yawn. Then the tiny little orb zipped around you once more and eased back into the masses.

“It’s been a long day, are you ready for some rest finally?”

You nodded in response and looked down at the ground where you’d been laying earlier. “Can I ask a favor?”

“Of course.” he said with zero hesitation as he laid down beside you.

“I know it’s not fair to ask, especially after this afternoon, but if it’s not too much...and you can say no-”

He cut you off, “Just ask what you want to ask.”

“You...can I...is it okay if I hold you? I have such a hard time getting to sleep without holding something.”

“You mean someone.” he said with a hint of jealousy.

“What?” you asked genuinely confused.

“I assume you meant Jiho. So someone, not something.”

“Oh!” you chuckled, “No...he’s not much of a cuddler, but I had a lot of pillows back home and I haven’t seen a single one in this forest.”

“Um.” he shifted, “Well, I’m not really equipped to say no to you. So whatever you need to be comfortable, I’m here for.”

You rolled your eyes as you looked down at him, “Stop…if it makes you uncomfortable...”

“Would you please just lay down?”

With a small grateful smile you laid down and tucked into his side. Your arm wrapped around him and you curled your fingers into the sweater he was wearing like you’d wanted to when you saw him in front of the bakery. You inhaled deeply taking in the sweet chocolate scent he gave off with the tiniest hint of spice.

“Thank you, Ji.” you whispered against his neck.

“You’re welcome.” he sighed, trying not to shiver at the way you made him feel.

It took seconds for you to fall asleep in the comfort of Jiyong. He however laid awake, staring up at the starry sky. He’d intended to sneak away while you slept to get the answers he’d been looking for. He wondered how he’d manage to slip out of your embrace. He wondered where he’d find the will to even want to try. He wrapped his arm over your shoulders and pressed a kiss against the crown of your head. In the end he decided he could wait a little longer for his answers.

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