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thepepsislvt · 9 months ago

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CHAPTER 10-A : PIPE DREAM

Chapter Summary: You confront Bartolomeo about everything he's done. Pairing: Bartolomeo x F!Reader Rating: Explicit (18+ only, NSFW Chapter; PiV sex, biting, a more submissive Barto, slight breeding kink) TW: References to past violence, stalking Ao3 Link: Chapter 10-A (3,903 words)

Bartolomeo was silent for a long time, staring between you and the shirt in your hand. Of course. Of all the things to forget about in the heat of the moment. Now you had it, and everything he ever wanted was going to come crashing down around him.

Fuck.

“Barto,” you pressed, “how long have you had my shirt?”

He leaned against the doorframe, avoiding eye contact. After a long moment he swallowed the lump in his throat and answered, “Few months.”

You abruptly stood from the bed, getting directly in front of him and forcing yourself into his line of sight. “It was you. This whole time. And you had me thinking it wasn’t.” Your eyes began to water. “What the fuck, Barto?! What else have you stolen?!”

He would have flinched, were he not distracted by the fact that you looked hotter when you were angry. The thought was enough to make him flush as he confessed, “A few things.”

You groaned and buried your face in your hands, once more catching a whiff of strawberries and vanilla on your stolen shirt. “My fucking perfume. What the hell did you do — steal that and put it back every time?”

“No! Just. Just once...” His eyes flicked to his dresser, where the new bottle was hidden in the top drawer. “Then... I bought my own.”

“Oh, well that makes it so much better.”

“Sweetheart—”

“Don’t,” you huffed. “Just don’t. I need...”

You paused, biting your lip. What did you need? Time? To do what exactly — think about how the guy you’d been crushing on was stalking you like you feared? You should be calling someone about this, not hesitating!

Bartolomeo’s chest felt like it was about to burst. He’d been ignoring it, but on some level he’d known it was inevitable that if you got together, you would discover what he had done. He convinced himself he could make it okay, give you his perspective on it, but he never thought that the need to do that would come before you even had a chance to go through the honeymoon phase. Slowly, he reached out and put his hands on your shoulders, the slightest bit of relief easing the chest pain when you didn’t try to pull away.

“Sweetheart,” he said again, “I already told you... All that stuff about you bein’ good, and soft, how I’m none of that—”

“Barto,” you interrupted, running a frustrated hand through your hair, “you realize that nothing you could say about this is going to make it okay. You broke into my room. You stole my stuff. You followed me home!” You paused, then gasped, taking a step back. “Did you have something to do with Cavendish not showing?!”

He shrank back, letting go of you and once again avoiding eye contact. “I might’ve... busted his car a little. And his ribs.”

You took another step back, shaking your head before starting to pick your clothes up from the floor.

He began to panic. “Wait — what are you doing?”

“Putting on clothes,” you sighed. “I can’t keep having this conversation naked.”

You paced the floor of Bartolomeo’s living room, running a hand through your hair while he watched trepidatiously from the couch. He’d confessed extensively, further adding to his earlier list of admissions. Laying in your bed, watching you sleep, hunting down Cavendish — he even admitted that after the man from the bar roofied himself, he followed him out and stabbed his hand.

(You would never admit out loud that you were thrilled by the idea of Bartolomeo beating creeps to a bloody pulp like some unhinged vigilante.)

With a heavy sigh you stopped in front of him, your arms folded. “I’m not gonna tell anyone about what you did.”

Bartolomeo straightened up slightly. “Really?”

“But,” you continued, “you’re gonna give me my stuff back.”

He nodded, just relieved that you weren’t immediately ditching him. “You got it.”

“I don’t have the funds to move right now, so I’m still living across the hall for the foreseeable future.” You took a step closer. “If you ever break into my apartment again, I will call the cops.”

He nodded again, and you took it as a small victory. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t sure you could make good on that threat. A tiny part of you felt guilty at the thought of having him arrested, but you couldn’t afford to let him see through you.

You let out another heavy sigh, your posture relaxing slightly. “What were you thinking, Barto? Why didn’t you say something from the start?”

Bartolomeo ran a hand through his hair, his face flushed. “I-I dunno... it’s like I said. You’re so good, and normally people who go around lookin’ and actin’ like you don’t talk to people like me. I ain’t ever really... fell for anyone before, and I couldn’t help myself from doin’ stuff that was wrong. Then when you said we were friends, I got scared that maybe you’d never see me the way I saw you.” He kept his gaze downward, the flush spreading down his neck and shoulders. “I started clingin’ to what I could just to feel close to ya.”

Your heart lurched at the confession, and you smothered the urge to let out a soft “aww”. That should not have been cute — how the hell did he manage to twist what he did into something that sounded so innocent?

You cleared your throat, holding your ground. “I don’t know that I can just forgive you for this. You know that, right?”

Bartolomeo seemed to shrink into himself. Yes, he’d known that was a possibility. Did he ever want to admit that? Absolutely not.

“We’re back to just neighbors,” you finally said. “I don’t care if we say ‘hi’ or whatever, but I’m not talking to you until I’m ready to be friends again. If I’m ready.” You hated that you were giving him hope, but you were kidding yourself if you thought you’d be able to keep yourself from peeking over the walls you were building.

He nodded in a way that betrayed his restrained eagerness. “You got it. Just neighbors.”

With another long look and one final sigh, you texted Robin for your keys.

The days passed by painfully slow. Routine made them bleed into weeks, and before you knew it, two months had gone by.

You occasionally caught Bartolomeo peeking out of his door whenever you got off the elevator. You could tolerate that.

He would hold the building door open for you whenever he happened (“happened”) to be there. You decided you could tolerate that, too.

When the landlord came around with suspicions about Luffy’s existence again, he was there, looming across the hall. And when you could no longer deny that yes, you had a cat, Bartolomeo’s presence kept the landlord from charging backpay. The moment the coast was clear, he quickly retreated, blushing all the way up to his ears.

Try as you might to resist the urge, you ended up leaving a bag of cookies in front of his door as thanks.

Shortly after, packages you ordered ended up at your door instead of the front desk. Sometimes there were flowers that were clearly picked from some poor soul’s window box. You’d wake up or come home to find a few dollars had been slipped under your door, with notes reading “subway”, “cat food”, and “drinks”.

You probably shouldn’t have tolerated that.

Bartolomeo eventually gained enough courage to greet you one morning as you were leaving for work. You gave him a small nod, and he blushed, quickly stepping back into his apartment. He took it as a sign that he could at least do that much, letting out a sheepish “hey” or “morning” whenever he saw you. Soon it grew into asking how you were, to which you didn’t answer with more than a shrug or a “fine”, despite wanting to answer with more. You found you had missed talking to him, but you were doing your best to stand firm.

Your resolve was tested further when he started having one-sided conversations with you. He’d tell you about his day, about how he heard Luffy running around, how Gambia was doing, almost like whatever came to mind he had to get out of his head just so he could spend more time talking to you. You kept your responses short, if you responded at all, though you struggled to hide your smile and stifle laughter.

You’d given him the inch. It was all he needed to pry his way back in.

The signs Bartolomeo was breaking in again slowly but surely returned. Rumpled bedsheets, haphazardly closed drawers, debris by the window. It made your stomach turn, but your chest fluttered. You shouldn’t have been so tolerant. It was only a matter of time, after all, and you should have kept to your word and put your foot down.

But you missed him. You found yourself lying awake longer at night, watching your window as you fell asleep. You would sit on your bed and look over the slightly untidied sheets and wonder why Bartolomeo didn’t just pull the pillows off and sit with them on the floor. Luffy’s treat bag wouldn’t be closed all the way and you were tempted to scold him for leaving it open, or for giving Luffy treats in the first place, instead of getting furious that he was in the apartment to start with.

It took some time, but you finally caught him.

You’d been curled up under your bedsheets, watching the window, when you saw a familiar silhouette take up his post on the fire escape. He had his back to the room, leaning his head back against the pane. Quietly, you crawled out of bed and across the floor, and tapped on the window.

Bartolomeo jumped up, ready to flee down the stairs, before you pushed the window open and grabbed the edge of his fur-lined vest, staring up into his fiery eyes.

“Stay.”

It had been two months since you’d said something first.

Bartolomeo blinked, then let you pull him into the bedroom. You took him by the wrists, gently guiding him to the bed before pushing him down onto it, crawling on top of him and pinning his hands down to either side of his head. He gave in with surprising ease, a mixture of shock and anticipation on his face as you started running your hands up and down his forearms.

“What were you going to do out there?” you asked, your voice low.

He swallowed, his eyes flicking back and forth as he struggled to focus on yours. “I was... going to watch you sleep.”

You couldn’t help the soft “tch” that left your lips. “Course you were. Just watching, right?”

He nodded frantically, his face turning redder by the second. “Yeah, just watching. I swear.”

Your hands drifted lower, ghosting his vest’s fur lining. “You weren’t planning on breaking in like you have been? After I’ve already told you to stop?”

All the color that had crept into his face immediately drained. He shook his head, “I wasn’t — I just — ...I really tried —”

“Barto?”

He swallowed. “Yeah?”

You put your hands on either side of his face, lifting it to meet yours. “Shut up.”

His eyes went wide before he nodded.

You released his head, letting it drop back down on the pillow with a satisfying whumpf. You returned to letting your hands wander downward, eventually reaching the hem of his shirt. “I should be calling the cops on you and kicking your ass right now. You know that, right?”

You felt his chest heave. “Why aren’t you?”

You shrugged, rolling his shirt up. “I’m still debating.”

A dusting of green hair was exposed at his waist line. As you traced a finger over it, Bartolomeo said, “What do I gotta do to convince you not to?”

Your eyes snapped to his. “Shut up and let me fuck you.”

Color returned to his face with a vengeance. Your hands slid lower, ghosting your fingers along the waistband of his ratty jeans before undoing them. When you tugged at them, he lifted his hips, but you didn’t pull them off all the way, stopping when they were just below the curve of his ass. You then brushed your hand over the obvious bulge in his boxers.

It was at that moment, with how easily he was complying, that you realized how much power you really had over Bartolomeo. He might’ve been the one stalking you and violently hurting people to keep them away, but you could probably step on him and he’d thank you. You could pull his hair, punch him in the gut, probably even kick him where it’d really, really hurt, and he’d still come crawling after you. It might even encourage him.

Maybe he was just as masochistic as you were, for letting him get away with his antics.

You broke the silence with a harsh, “You’re a real freak, you know that?”

Bartolomeo only whimpered in response.

Power thrummed under your fingers as you started fondling him through his boxers. “You start pining after a girl, and your first instinct is to start stalking her.” You gave him a light squeeze, barely even a twitch of your muscles, and his breath hitched. “How much did it hurt not knowing if I returned your feelings?”

He only whimpered again, his body starting to shiver under your touch.

You squeezed a little harder. “Answer me, Barto.”

“Badly,” he choked out, as if he’d been holding his breath from the moment you started touching him.

You hummed, rubbing him a little harder. “How long do you think you could have kept it up?”

He swallowed, trying to look anywhere but your eyes. “I-I dunno.”

Your grip on him tightened and he grunted, his hips bucking. You continued, “You ever jerk off into my shirt? The one you stole?”

Bartolomeo frantically shook his head. “No, not — not really — I mean —”

It was then that he finally met your gaze, and he froze. Was this a trap? He didn’t want to answer, but something about the look in your eyes dissuaded him from keeping the truth to himself.

“I smelled it while jackin’ off.”

You nodded, loosening your hold. “You ever think of me?”

He moaned, rolling his eyes back. “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you.”

“You ever think about stealing my panties?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Would you have jerked off with those?”

“...yeah.”

You abruptly let go of his cock. The high-pitched groan that came from Bartolomeo made you shudder as you said, “What if I tried to go on another date? What would you have done to them?”

His eyes widened. “Wha—”

“You heard me,” you cut him off. “Would you have tracked them down and hurt them, too?”

After a moment of struggling to find his words, he finally said, “Yes.”

You put your hand back over his groin, lightly tracing a finger along the concealed length. “That guy from the train. What would you have done if he’d managed to hurt me?”

He clenched his fists around the bedsheets. “Y-you don’t really wanna know that.”

“I do,” you said, now tugging his cock free from his boxers and ghosting your fingers over the head, leaking with precum. “I want you to confess to all the depraved shit you’ve been thinking since you met me. I want to know how far you would’ve gone before you couldn’t take it anymore.”

Bartolomeo stared up at you for a long moment, his heart pounding. This had to be a dream. There was no way you were indulging him like this for real. On top of him, making demands, tormenting him like this. He’d hit his head on one of the ladder rungs and this was an unconscious fantasy. That was the only explanation for the twisted web of paradise and damnation he was currently caught in.

Still, this fantasy version of you was glowering down at him, one hand teasing his cock and starting to pull away. He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing your wrist to keep you there, and you flinched, but otherwise kept your steely gaze on him.

The message was clear. He had to answer, or you’d stop.

And Bartolomeo really didn’t want this dream to end.

“That shitstain would’ve been dead,” he growled. “Nobody hurts what’s mine.”

You smirked and swatted his hand away, returning yours to the head of his cock. “Good answer.”

You resumed with languidly stroking him, watching as his eyes rolled back and he struggled to keep them open. For the most part you kept your pace even, occasionally spitting on him to keep him sufficiently lubricated. He let out a long, obscene groan, throwing an arm over his eyes, whimpering your name. “Please...”

A shiver shot through you. After everything he put you through, knowing the violence he was capable of — hearing him start to crumble beneath you was immensely satisfying. “Please what?”

“Stop teasin’,” he groaned, his cock twitching in your hand. “I need you... so bad...”

“You need me, huh?” You slowed down, making him whine. “Beg for me, then.”

Bartolomeo’s eyes snapped back to meet your gaze, his pupils dilating until his irises were thin amber rings. His mouth went dry as he found himself unable to do anything except stare at you looming over him. After an eternity had passed, and he was positive he heard you correctly, he propped himself up on his elbows.

With flushed cheeks and a look that made you think he might cry, he said, “Please, sweetheart. I’ll do anything.”

You stopped, tilting your head. “Anything?”

He nodded, gaze flicking back and forth as he tried to focus on yours, his tongue darting out between his teeth.

You gently pushed him back into laying down, finally shimmying out of your shorts and underwear. You held yourself over his cock, keeping one hand on him to guide him inside, but not yet.

“Beg.”

His voice strained, “Please, please, please— I need you. I need to be inside you—”

“Just inside me?”

“Around you, with you, part of you —” his hands started gripping your waist to try and pull you down onto him. “I’ll be your slave if you ask me, just please—”

You gave in, spearing yourself on his cock and relishing in the sudden guttural moan it elicited from him. You slowly sank down onto his length, unable to stop the whine once you felt like it wouldn’t go any further. You felt his nails dig into your skin — you wouldn’t be surprised if his grip left bruises to find in the morning.

“Ohh, fuck,” he groaned. “Thank you, thank you, thank you—”

“Shut up,” you snapped, “and start fucking me.”

Bartolomeo bit his lip and obeyed, lifting you by the waist to slide himself out, then pulling you back down onto his shaft. You whined again as he stopped just shy of pushing himself entirely inside you, savoring being pushed to your very limit. He repeated the motion, moving you with such ease it had you reeling for a moment. You steadied yourself by putting your hands on his chest, your fingers slipping into the fur lining of his vest. Another thrust and you weren’t able to stifle your moans, stuttering with each push inside you.

“My girl,” he growled, lifting his hips as he pulled you down. “Mine.”

A giggle escaped you in between moans. He could claim that all he wanted, but all things considered, it was you who had him wrapped around your finger. Current physical positions notwithstanding.

Heat began coiling in your core, and your hips started moving of their own accord, rolling in sync with every push and pull of his hands. Bartolomeo let go of one side to bring his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek. His eyes were blown so wide you couldn’t see the amber anymore, leaving behind a mixture of lust and adoration in their depths. He started moving you faster, the hand on your cheek moving into your hair and pulling you closer down to him. Your chest now within range, he started placing kisses on your shoulders and between the valley of your breasts. He circled his tongue around each nipple before latching onto one, rolling the sensitive bud between his sharp teeth. You let out a keening moan, your hands tightening into fists in the synthetic fur as you struggled to keep pace with him.

“Mine,” he growled again around your breast, his teeth threatening to pierce flesh as he frantically increased his pace.

You groaned, sitting up and pulling free of his bite, moving your hands to either side of his face. “That’s it, Barto. So good for me.”

Bartolomeo’s pace faltered for just a moment. “Y-yeah?”

You nodded, kissing his forehead. “Good boy.”

The responding guttural groan sent a shudder down your spine, and he pushed himself into an upright position, making you grind yourself along his length as he continued to thrust up into you.

You cussed harshly, allowing him to take over completely and fuck up into you like his own personal fleshlight. You latched onto his response, encouraging him further. “That’s it, Barto. Be a good boy and cum for me.”

He choked, eyes wide. “O-on you? Like this?”

You shook your head, running one thumb along his lip. “In me.”

“R-really—?”

“What?” you panted, sticking your thumb in his mouth and pulling at the corner, revealing more of his sharp fangs. “Don’t act like you’ve never thought of breeding me, fucking stalker.”

He moaned, his tongue chasing after your thumb as you removed it from his mouth. He hadn’t thought of it, not until the moment you said it. His desperation to please you however had him all too willing to accept the thought as his own, and he flipped both of you over, throwing your legs over his shoulders and folding you in half beneath him.

You screamed at the now impossible speed he moved, your hands tangling in his hair as the knot building in your loins started unraveling. You cried out his name over and over, barely aware of him growling out yours in your ear until he slammed into you one final time, biting down on your shoulder to keep himself from crying out.

You both came crashing down from your ecstacy, tangled up in one another, panting and sweating and reeling from the whole ordeal. Eventually, and with no small amount of hesitation, Bartolomeo pulled himself out, pulling you as close to him as he possibly could as he lay himself beside you. As you slowly caught your breath, you curled into his embrace, allowing him to almost envelope you as the afterglow began to settle.

A moment passed in silence, before Bartolomeo muttered into your hair, “I love you. I don’t ever wanna let you go."

“...I love you, too,” you finally responded. Before adding, “Stop feeding Luffy treats.”

Bartolomeo thought his heart would burst from his chest, and he proceeded to cuddle you even closer. You let out a deep breath through your nose. You really shouldn’t have encouraged him, and you really shouldn’t have indulged yourself.

That didn’t stop you from smiling as you fell asleep in his arms.

#OMG ITS HERE CHAPTER TEN #RAHHHHH #THIS WAS SO GOOD THAT I LOST MY PANTS #i love bartolomeo

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thepepsislvt · 9 months ago

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Cherry waves Chapter 2

You find a new furry friend to keep you from being lonely

Notes: Hey chat, I wanted to add more to the reader’s character and relationship with Nero so this is more of a filler chapter before you start buckling down and getting to know Poet more :3

A sound that could only be described as nails scraping something had woken you up. You slowly stir awake at the sound. You didn’t make any moment to see if you were just hearing things. After a moment of silence, you heard it again. You crack your eyes open and take a glance around your room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was just your new room with a stack of boxes in the corner you had yet to break down. Everything was fine. The scraping noises came from somewhere in your room though. It would stop for a few seconds and start again only to repeat. You look towards your window and through your curtains, you can see a silhouette of some kind. A jolt of fear ran through your body as you sat up from your bed. You look around for any sort of protection for yourself and eventually land on a hockey stick you got for decoration. ‘Better than nothing I guess’. You grabbed it and slowly and quietly made your way over to the window. You had just hoped it was an animal. With a yank of the curtain and your hockey stick ready to attack whatever was behind the window, you find yourself staring face to face with a raccoon. The poor creature’s paw was caught in between the brick wall of your apartment complex and the fire escape structure. You let out a sigh of relief and propped your hockey stick against the wall.

“Hang on little fella, I got you.” You mumbled mainly to yourself as you unlocked the window.

You crawled out of the window and onto the fire escape watching the smaller sized raccoon hang just above the top of your window. ‘How long has he been here for?’ You reached above your head with one hand and did your best to hold him so his weight wasn’t being supported by his arm. Even with his squirming, you managed to relieve the pain in his paw. With a little movement, you got his paw free.

“There you go little guy, you’re set free.”

You pet down all of his ruffled fur. You set him down on the fire escape floor and crawled back into the window in the safety of your own room. As you were smiling to yourself about the little raccoon you felt something run past your legs. You looked down at the ground and saw the raccoon you had just saved running to your kitchen.

“Wait I didn’t say you could come in!” You ran to the kitchen to try and grab him.

By the time you made it into your kitchen, the little gremlin had already begun to dig into your cereal that was on the counter. You groaned before stepping towards him. He saw you getting closer to him, took the flap of the cereal box in his mouth, and ran back toward your room, leaving a trail of cereal behind him. ‘This little brat’ you thought as you turned on your heels and stepped back to your room, following the trail he left. The cereal trail led to your bed. The box was too thick to fit under your bed but somehow the fat animal did? You shook your head and grabbed your phone from your nightstand. ‘Monday, 4:29 pm’. You hastily unlocked your phone and dialed Nero’s number, not knowing what else to do. Calling animal control was never an option you liked so you would get your best friend to do it for you. As the phone rang and rang you could see little paws reaching from under your bed towards the cereal box before returning from where they came when full of cereal. You couldn’t help but snicker at the little animal’s actions. The sound of Nero’s ridiculous voicemail greeting pulled you back from your thoughts. ‘If he didn’t answer, Kyrie should’. With that, you started calling Kyrie’s number. While you were waiting for her to pick up, you kicked the box away from your bed to see if you could lure the raccoon out. You let out a sigh when Kyrie didn’t pick up either. You set your phone down and got on your knees next to your bed. You lay flat on the floor and reached your arm under the frame of your bed, trying to reach for the little rascal himself. Suddenly your phone buzzed, signaling you had got a text message. You looked up to where your phone buzzed. That was all the distraction needed for the little rodent to run out from under your bed to your bathroom.

“Get back here you little shit!” You were quick to get up off the floor and race after him, grabbing your phone in the process.

Once you were fully in your bathroom, you wasted no time slamming the door closed so he wouldn’t make another break for it. You see him skittering and sliding all over inside your bathtub. The sight made you giggle a bit.

“Got yourself stuck, didn’t ya? Should of thought about it before running in here.”

You sit on the toilet which is next to the bathtub he was in. You looked at the message you received and it was from Kyrie.

‘At dinner with Nero’s dad! Talk later! Love you!’ Read her message.

You put your phone down on the sink and looked at the critter in your bathtub, still trying to figure a way out.

“What am I going to do with a troublemaker like you?”

A knock on the bathroom wall snapped you out of your gaze towards the little fellow.

“Wonderer? Is everything alright over there?”

You fell off of the toilet in fear, hitting your head on the sink as Poet’s voice came from the other side of your bathroom wall. You remembered how you started talking due to the thin walls and felt bad, realizing he probably heard everything that unfolded since you woke up probably about 20 minutes ago. As last night’s memories flooded back into your mind you calm down. The loud bang of hitting your head alarmed Poet even more.

“Wonderer?”

“Yeah I’m fine, I apologize for the noise, just trying to coral a little pest that snuck his way in” You explained, looking back at the raccoon when you said ‘pest’. You got up from the floor, holding your head as you decide to sit back down on the toilet.

“A pest? What do you mean by that? Like an actual pest?” His voice was full of concern, far different than the usual smooth tone he talked to you in yesterday.

“Well, kind of?” You were unsure of your own answer. “Long story short, I helped a raccoon get free from being caught and now he is acting like he owns the place” You let out a breathy laugh, realizing how ridiculous the situation sounded out loud.

“A Raccoon huh?” You can practically hear his smirk in his voice

“I’m serious! This little fucker just ran in, stole my food and now he can't escape my bathtub!”

You hear him let out a chuckle at your argument. Your face grew red in embarrassment. It was a pretty silly situation and actually verbalizing it was even more stupid somehow.

“Alright, alright, I believe you. So, what are you going to name it? I mean you saved him and now it owns you. So there is no use in trying to get rid of him”

You sighed and realized that he was probably right. If the raccoon was so set on staying in your house when he had countless chances to jump back out your window, there was no getting away from him. You just had to keep him a secret from the landlord. You didn’t want the pet fees and you also weren’t entirely sure that owning a pet raccoon was legal.

“I’m not sure yet. I’ll think of something”

“If I may suggest, how about Rascal? I mean he stirred up so much trouble for you already.” you thought about Poet’s suggestion for a moment. It was a good name but you already named a stray cat from your neighborhood Rascal back in 7th grade.

You weren’t good at giving animals names, it always had to be either food-related or something from a fandom you liked at that moment. The raccoon suffered enough to be named after a minor video game character.

“Garbage can?” You threw it out as a suggestion, only half serious about it.

“Well aren’t we stereotypical, for all you know he could have been living well as a bougie raccoon” Poet joked with you

After a few minutes of going back and forth on names, Poet finally gave one that sounded good for the little dude

“How about Barley?”

It really had a nice ring to it. And considering the cereal he had stolen from you was Frosted Wheat Stacks, it suited him nicely.

“That’s actually a really good one” You glance down at the now-calm raccoon “How about it, Barely?”

You didn’t know why you thought he might respond to you. He just looked at you with wide eyes, not a thought going on in between them as he licked his chomps, obviously still daydreaming about food. You chuckled and patted his head gently.

“Barley it is”

“Well I hope that Barley can adjust to his new life now that he doesn’t have to scavenge for food anymore”

“Who is stereotyping now?” You threw his earlier sarcasm right back at him with a laugh.

“I apologize to you, Barley. You probably grew up as a prince to a royal family of raccoons.”

Poet’s comment made you laugh a little harder than before. It truly was going to be an adjustment for the two of you. You picked up little Barley and placed him on the outside of the tub to where he can now run free around your bathroom. The first thing he did when he was out of the tub was to open the bathroom cupboard in search of food only to find toilet paper and menstruation pads. Still, he sniffed around the cupboard.

“Oh my gods, I’m going to have to get child locks to put on all my cabinets to make sure he doesn’t gain 15 pounds overnight while I sleep.” You thought about a fat raccoon waddling down your hallway to the kitchen, making a loud thud every time he jumped down from an elevated surface

“That may be smart seeing as he isn’t like normal animals. He has hands to get away with more crimes.” Poet chimed in.

You can’t help but smile at everything. Not just Barley but your new friendship with Poet. You didn’t know his name, what he looked like, or anything personal. But that didn’t seem like a bad dynamic. It was just nice to have someone to talk to when Nero and Kyrie were busy. And speaking of, the Devil himself must have heard your thoughts too clearly. Nero was now returning your call.

“Well, Poet, thank you for helping sort out the whole mess with Barley, I must go now. My best friend is finally calling me back after a couple of hours.” You stood up from the toilet and finally stretched your sore muscles.

“Am I not your friend?” Poet decided to tease you a little before you left

“I did not say that. I do consider you a friend”

“I’m just teasing you, Wonderer. Have a good conversation and farewell for now. If you ever want to talk anymore just knock, you know where.” Poet knocked on the wall twice as he did previously. It was like your way of signing off or greeting each other. You leaned over the tub and did the same, knocking twice on the wall.

You grabbed your phone from the sink and opened the bathroom door. Barley ran right out and made a beeline to the cereal box that was still on the floor, immediately beginning to eat. You called Nero back after missing his call. He almost immediately answered.

“What the hell happened? Did you die in the hour we didn’t answer your first call?” Nero sounded almost worried. Almost.

“What? No. I was just talking to someone about something.” You put your phone on speaker and close your window.

“That’s not at all vague” He was being sarcastic. Gods how you wanted to punch him in the throat sometimes “Tell me what happened”

“Well, I was talking to my neighbor about something that happened within the first 5 minutes of me waking up. And before you ask what that something was, it’s better if I show you”

You switched the audio call to FaceTime. Nero had accepted the call and you immediately noticed that he was in his friend, Nico’s, van. ‘He may have just gotten done with dinner with his old man.’

“Alright, spill the beans chief, what happened”

In response to his question, you turned your camera around to use your rear camera and pointed your phone at your new furry friend.

“What the fuck! There’s no way in hell you actually have a raccoon in your house!”

Kyrie went over to where Nero was sitting in the back of Nico’s van and asked him what was going on. Nero gave his phone to his girlfriend to show her.

“What? A raccoon? How did you manage that?” Kyrie asked, her voice full of surprise and admiration upon seeing Barley.

“You need to let us come over and see it in person” Nero chimed in turning his phone back to himself.

“I mean I suppose you can-”

Nero cut you off from finishing your sentence to yell at Nico your apartment complex name. How he got that information, you don’t know. He probably tracked your Life360 that Kyrie insisted you both have to keep an eye on each other.

“We’ll be there in about 20 minutes, stay right there”

Before you could get another word in you were met with a black screen as the call ended. ‘Wow so much for a good conversation.’ You sighed and looked around your room. While you waited for the two to arrive, you decided to make a makeshift bed for Barley until you went out later on this week when you got paid to get supplies for him. You grabbed one of the boxes from the corner of your room and a box cutter. You cut the sides down low enough to where he can actually step into it without having to jump and potentially get stuck again like he did in the bathroom. Once you added some spare blankets to it, it looked kind of cozy. Barley had decided he had enough cereal and decided to check out what you were doing. He seemed interested in the bed you made. You sat next to it and encouraged him to go in it. Barley did step into it, sniffing around the blankets. You smiled at him as he sat in his new little bed. Barley suddenly stood up and walked over to your bed. Your eyes followed him as he did so. The raccoon jumped up on your bed and laid down on it. You squint your eyes at him and look back at the bed you made for him. The blanket had a wet spot on it. The realization dawned on you that he just used the perfectly good bed you spent like 5 minutes making, as his own toilet.

“Dude, what the hell? Now that was personal and uncalled for.”

You grabbed your phone and cashapped him $30. The message for the transfer was ‘buy a pet toilet’. You got up from the floor and took the blanket to the laundry room, putting it in the washer with laundry soap and starting it immediately. You returned to your room and took the base of the ‘bed’ to the trash can. You didn’t think the recycling company wanted any rodent piss on their box.

With Nero and Kyrie coming over, you wanted to clean anything so you could at least be a good host but considering you had just moved in yesterday, there was nothing to clean besides Barley’s own breakfast. You look back at the critter on your bead before bending over and picking up his mess. Once that was cleaned up, a piece of tape with Sharpie written on it, saying “Barley’s”, was placed onto the cereal box. You placed it on the counter before looking into the cupboards to find something for yourself to eat. When you had finally picked something out to eat, your phone started to ring. You looked at the source of the noise and saw Nero calling you. You had answered his call and before you could get a word out he interrupted you.

“Number and floor”

“Well hello to you too”

“Yes hi, now answer the damn question boy”

“Floor 3 apartment 16”

Without a thank you or anything he just hung up on you. ‘Love you too man’. You had fixed yourself a bowl of ramen and right as you finished you heard a knock at your door. It was Kyrie knocking you knew that for sure. Having known Nero for as long as you have you know his style of knocking. Loud and annoying. You made your way from across the kitchen, through your smaller living room to your door. You opened it after unlocking the locks on it to reveal your best friends.

“Alright let me see this thing”

Nero wasted no time in shoving the door open even wider and started searching for your little pet. He was carrying cat litter and a plastic cat box. He at least got your message which was good. You turn back to Kyrie who was still standing out in the complex’s hallway, waiting to be invited in unlike Nero. With a step to the side, you let Kyrie in. She gave you a small thank you while you close the door. She had a Tupperware container in her hands which she placed down on the counter in you kitchen. Kyrie then moved to give you a hug to greet you. You graciously accepted her embrace, hugging her tight to signify that you missed her since you least met up in person.

“You can place your bags anywhere, I don’t mind” You offer her in which she was greatful for.

“No fucking way man!” A yell came from your bedroom.

Kyrie and yourself gave each other a glace knowing that he found Barley. Kyrie took her shoulder off her shoulder and placed it on the kitchen counter right as the white haired male comes running out of your room with Barley in his arms. Barley was struggling to get out of his grip while Nero held him tight to his chest.

“Honey, put him down before you hurt him.” Kyrie told her boyfriend in a more stern voice like a mother.

Nero relutantly listened to her. He placed the raccoon on your sofa and folded his arms like a little child. Barley ran straight to you and climbed up your leg, holding onto the waist of your pants like his life depended on it. You let him do so as he pleased.

“Well…” You started as you stretched your arms out to Nero “Where my hug at” You cringed at your line, sounding like a highschool boy. Nero definitely had the same reaction as you did.

“Because of that, you’re not getting one from me”

“Valid” You responded before laughing. Kyrie and Nero joined in on the laughter.

After the laughter had settled, the three of you sat down on your sofa and talked about anything and everything. Barley was checking the rest of your apartment out.

“Yeah my old man is actually not that bad of a person, he just needed to be there for his kid. And he sent me home with something he made!” Nero was just explaining how the meeting with his dad went

“He did, but I’m not a fan of sweats and Nero is just going to eat it all in like half an hour if left unattended so I brought some for you in a seperate tupperware.”

“Awe Kyrie you’re so sweet, what is it?” Your gaze moved to look at the container on your counter.

“He called it his ‘Berried Delight’ or something, I don’t remember” Nero shrugged before looking back at you with wide eyes “Oh! I forgot to tell you that my uncle Dante is coming back into town this weekend, so I was thinking he could go get drinks with us Friday night!”

The way Nero can switch between topics so fast gave you whiplash sometimes but you still loved him

“That would be fun, I miss that old man.” You thought about all the times he was there for you growing up whether it be taking you and Nero out to an arcade and getting sent home with a load of sugar in your system or him comforting you at your junior prom when your ex-boyfriend dumped you for wearing a tux instead of a dress, calling you a transphobic slur. He was the best role model you had growing up.

“Nero, I think we better head home, it’s getting kind of late” Kyrie suggested with a yawn, causing a chain reaction to make yourself and Nero yawn as well.

Nero nodded in agreement and stood up from the couch. He helped Kyrie get up and grabbed her bag for her. With a hug and a goodbye, you closed the door behind them. You were so glad they stopped by even if it was just to see your new pet which was passed out on the bed currently. You went back into your kitchen to put up the dessert they had brought you. But before you did a little taste wouldn’t hurt. You grabbed a fork from the silverware drawer. Barley suddenly appeared on your counter, watching your every move. He hasn’t been here for 24 hours yet but he somehow knows when you’re getting food even when he is sleeping so hard you thought he might be road kill for a second. You remove the lid from the container and scoop out a small piece, plopping it on the lid for Barley. You take out another piece for yourself and lift it into your mouth. ‘It’s not bad. Just tastes very overpriced.’ You look at Barley, whos enjoying his piece of the dessert, and think back to what Poet said earlier. Barley is continuing his bougy lifestyle even here in your home. You smiled at the thought of Barley’s upbringing as a fancy and rich family of raccoons that only stole from the fancier side of town, thinking that all the peasant raccoons had to get food from their dumpster. You had noticed that Barley got a lot of the cream from his dessert onto his fur around his face.

“Well little dude, I think you need a bath. Considering I just rescued you from the outside, who knows what kind of diseases you may carry.” You were only joking with the raccoon but still you wanted to clean him from any dirt he had from being outside as a trash thief.

You take the lid that goes to the container and put it in the sink. Not wanting rodent saliva all over your food, you decided to just cover it in tinfoil. After placing the foil onto the container and putting it in the fridge, you pick up the fluffy gremlin and walk into the bathroom. You place him in the bathtub once more and he starts to freak out, remembering his earlier trials of trying to escape from it. You didn’t have any pet soap so you hoped the dish soap would be good enough. If it can clean ducks from oil but not your pans, it should work fine. You put the stopper into the tub and started filling it with semi-warm water. Barley just looked at you with an ‘I will hurt you in your sleep’ type of look. He obviously hated the water. You’ll have to remember that for when he gets in trouble later. You left to go to the kitchen to grab the dish soap and when you came back, the little rodent was all wet somehow, and your floors were also wet. The little brat tried to escape.

“Nuh-uh, you can’t leave until you’re clean, the water looks filthy already.” The water in question was already turning brown from the dirt hidden under his fur.

After turning off the bath water, you put a small amount of soap into your hand and start scrubbing Barley. He looks miserable but you know it is just an act to get out of the bath. After moments of struggle to get him to stay in one spot, you finally got him all lathered in soap.

“See that wasn’t so bad” you cooed at your now clean boy with a baby voice

You use a cup to scoop some water in it to rinse him off. You were 100% right in giving him a bath, the water was filthy. After you take the stopper from the tub out you grab a towel and scoop him in your arms to dry him off. He only squirmed in your arms for a moment before calming down. You dry him off and by the time you put him down on the ground, his fur was fluffed out, making him look twice as big as he was. He can survive a little bit of poofiness as long as he was clean. Barley hopped his way back to your bed and laid down on his usual spot. ‘that wasnt a bad idea at all’. Going to bed even though you hadn’t been up for that long sounded nice right now. You cleaned up Barley’s mess in the bathroom before going to lay on your bed the best you could with Barley taking up a good chunk of the space.

“You’re so spoiled already” you mumble at him while getting set in your bed.

You grab your phone and set an alarm so you can get up for class in the morning. With one final pat to Barley’s head you start to doze off.

#x reader #devil may cry v x reader #devil may cry x reader #dmc v x reader #dmc v #dmc x reader #pepsiwrites

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thepepsislvt · 9 months ago

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Cherry Waves

After moving to your new apartment, you found the walls were paper thin and found a sort of friendship with the man next door. You had someone in a bar through your best friend which you clicked with. Almost as if you had known him for a while. Unbeknownst to you, your neighbor and your new found love interest were the same person.

Part one of my new series

Notes: FTM Reader You, Nero, Kyrie, and V are all around your 20s V is his own person and not a part of Vergil

Cross-posted on my ao3 :3

There you stood in the middle of your new empty room, surrounded by boxes of your stuff. After the first semester of college, you couldn’t physically live with your parents anymore. You love them to death, but living there at your grown age wasn’t ideal. Regardless, you were happy to start a new chapter in your life. And it’s closer to your work and school campus so you can easily walk there and not spend money on Uber or taxis. You take a deep breath and sigh, finally deciding it is now time to start unpacking. You grabbed the box that was closest to you and sat down on the ground with it. Upon opening it you discovered it was your LED lights and posters for your bedroom. It might be a good idea to start with your room anyway.

After several hours of unpacking and rebuilding your furniture, you decided now was a good time to stop for a bit to eat. You look at your phone and see it is 7:30 pm. Realizing you had neglected even starting to unpack your kitchen essentials, you grabbed your phone and started looking at what might be good to order. After deciding what to eat, you went to take a shower while your food was being delivered. Being covered in sweat and dust from moving wasn’t ideal. But it is part of it all. You grabbed a towel from the dresser you had spent at least an hour building along with a change of clothes. You turn music on from your phone and start the shower, undressing as you wait for the water to heat up. When you finally jump in, Linger by The Cranberries comes on in your playlist. It was such a good song you couldn’t help but sing it as you washed yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, your next-door neighbor was currently doing his nightly skincare routine. He heard you singing through the thin walls dividing your bathrooms. He smiled as he enjoyed the sound of your voice. You really had good vocals. Usually, he would be irritated that he heard any of his neighbors through the walls. Whether it be arguments, crying kids, couples having sex, or a 30-year-old man screaming at his Fortnite match, he’s heard it all and had his fair share of complaints to the landlord. He would usually ignore it and just listen to music through his headphones but when it goes till like 4 in the morning when he was supposed to be asleep hours ago thats what would get him so worked up and complain about them. But hearing your voice soothed him for some strange reason, he didn’t even know why. He sat on the toilet seat to listen to you sing your heart out even after he finished his skincare. Soon he heard your shower turn off and the music had stopped as well. He figured you were done for the night. He got up and left the bathroom.

By the time you got done drying your hair, your food had arrived at your doorstep. You made haste to your front door to collect your food. You didn’t know if anyone would try and steal your food but it was better safe than sorry since you didn’t know anyone in the complex yet. You lock your door and head to your room. After getting comfy in your bed, you turned on some YouTube and turned on an iceberg video just for some background noise. You were finally in a peaceful setting. No parents yapping in the background, no siblings knocking on your door every 5 minutes, nothing. You smiled to yourself as you ate your food, half paying attention to the video in the background.

Suddenly your phone started to ring. You let out an audible groan and looked at who was calling you. ‘Dumb bitch’ read the caller id. It was your best friend Nero. You answer the FaceTime call with a deadpan face. When the video connected, You could only see his nose, eyes, and parts of his forehead.

“Hey asshole- ew don’t look at me that way” Nero grimaced jokingly.

“I wouldn’t if you would at least text me when you’re going to call, I’m in the middle of eating” You held your to-go box up to the camera.

“That looks good, give me a bite”

You rolled your eyes at the white-haired man on the screen and took a spoonful of your food to hold up to the camera. He pretended to take a bite and then let out a belch.

“S’cuse me” He said in a high-pitched voice and big eyes, pretending to be oh-so innocent. He practically was the living embodiment of the :3 face currently. After you gave him an ‘ew’ in response to his burp he then spoke in his normal voice. “Oh! The reason why I called you is cause Kyrie and I wanted to congratulate you on your new apartment. We want to take you out for drinks this weekend with my other friend. And who knows you two might click” He wiggled his eyebrows at you in a teasing manner.

You stuck your tongue out at him before realizing that he's not showing his whole face off like usual. He was slightly full of himself and no matter what, during your Facetime calls, he would always show his whole head, no matter the angle.

“Nero, what did you do?”

“Huh, what do you mean? What makes you think I did anything?” You can see the panic in his eyes. Being his best friend since you were kids meant knowing everything about him and his mannerisms. He was a bad liar if you knew him well enough.

“Show me your whole head asshole”

“How the fuck did you catch on so easily” He mumbled to himself as he pulled the camera away from his face, revealing his longer hair was now nothing but a buzzcut “I was feeling kinda silly and wanted to do something, I think it looks good”

“Does Kyrie know?” You knew the two of them lived together but Kyrie was usually working in the orphanage and you had no clue how long his hair had been that way

“Nope, but I know she is gonna love it”

“Nero?”

“Yeah?”

“She’s going to kill you”

“I know”

You laughed and shook your head. Kyrie wasn’t that big of a fan of things changing. You knew she would love him anyway but still, there will be many questions from her.

“It looks good, Nero. You’re ready for the military! Bros about to go to boot camp!” You joke around with him.

“Hey asshole, when I called I thought I was going to have your support! You know how I always support you when you dye your hair? Yeah, that support! Or how you were literally in tears when you came out to me when we were 16? Ring any bells?”

“Okay but look that last one was different, It was an important thing in my life and a buzzcut should never be compared to being trans you transphobic asshole”

“Oh great you’re pulling that card again” he threw his hands up in defeat “You know I love you, little bro” He set his phone down to make a heart with his hands and to show off his ‘innocent’ face once more

“Yeah yeah yeah, I’m sure you do.” you laughed at his ridiculousness “Anyway tell me about this guy you’re planning on bringing this weekend”

And just like that, his face turned from cutesy and innocent to smug. God, how you wanted to smack it off his face so bad.

“Oh, now you’re begging to know about him? Dirty boy now aren’t you”

“I should’ve never asked” You put your hand on your face to hide the embarrassment

“Okay okay, I’m just fucking around with ya, now time to get serious. He’s kinda quiet, he loves books but hates booktok, let me tell you, he will rant on and on about it” You let out a snort at that. Booktok is its own special kind of place, it always scared you. “He mainly reads poetry so you know he either gets all the bitches or none of them. And in my personal knowledge, he gets none and I’ve known him since high school. Oh and I almost forgot the best part, he’s emo and I know that's your type!”

“Nero!” You yelled out almost offended. You place your hand on your chest and clutch your imaginary pearls. “You know me too well” Your face quickly relaxes as you raise your eyebrows at him

“Yeah I know I do, a little too much for comfort but you know” You hear a door closing in the background and Nero looking up from the phone. You assumed that Kyrie was home from work.

“Hey, I’m going to get off the phone, Kyrie is home and I promised to help her with dinner. Nico, Kyrie, and I will pick you up after work so make sure to bring some nice clothes to work on Friday. We may be going to a bar but I want you to look nice so you can meet the cutting board of your dreams.”

“Nero that was unnecessary but whatever, I’ll catch you later. Bye asshole, have a goodnight Kyrie!” You speak your farewell to Kyrie a little louder so she can hear it from Nero’s phone

“You too sweetie! I’ll see you this weekend” You hear her respond from across their shared room

“You know, I can’t help but to think you like my girlfriend more than you like me” He says in an almost exasperated voice.

“I do, bye faggot” you say hanging up the phone.

You get a text from him shortly after you hang up the phone. You open it and its just an image of him kissing Kyrie while flipping off the camera. You laughed to yourself and sent the middle finger emoji right back at him. The two of you always played around like that. You show your love by being mean. Everyone knew that. If you were nice to someone that means you secretly hated them. You look once more at the clock and see that it’s 9 pm already. You could stay up and miss another day of class tomorrow or you can sleep and go. Your professor knew that you are moving and would be missing a couple of of days of class. And if you do stay up you could always unpack even more of your stuff. You decide that the latter choice would be more worth it in the long run. Besides you can miss a couple of days of school. You weren’t failing and the professor always posts his classes online anyway.

As soon as you were finished eating, you set some music on your TV and grabbed a box of your bathroom assortments. You started by putting all of your soap in appropriate places. You place your toothbrush, toothpaste, and hairbrush in the medicine cabinet. You pick up a small bag and unzip it. It was your viles of testosterone. You smiled at the little bottles and placed them in the medicine cabinet as well. You remember when you first started T. It was only a couple of months ago but it was still a great memory. You went over to Nero’s to take your first dose. You may have been out as trans since you were 16 but your parents were never supportive so you couldn't start T. You had bought it and kept your supply at Nero’s. He was always proud of you and was your biggest supporter throughout the years. Even Kyrie didn’t mind. In your second year of being out as trans, she threw you a little party. Nero got a cake that read “Congrats! It’s a boy” and wore blue face paint. You laughed to yourself at the memory. You loved those two dearly and you had no clue how you would have made it this far without them.

As you were laying down your bath mats, Cherry Waves by Deftones started playing from your TV. You nodded your head along to the beat as you started to fold some towels. Before you knew it you started to sing along

“The waves suck you in and you drowned” Your voice rang out, surprising you in the process. Your voice had recently begun to crack due to the hrt but you hit the note with ease

“If like you, should sink down beneath. I’ll swim down, would you? You?”

The song was bittersweet but tranquil at the same time. The way it sounds disturbs you but brings you peace. It’s relaxing and exciting all in one. Deftones was a really good band but no other songs they or anyone else have made will come close to Cherry Waves.

“You hang the anchors over my neck. I liked it at first but the more you laughed the crazier it came.”

You took a deep breath and hoped and prayed your T voice would let you hit those notes once more.

“The Waves suck you in then you drown”

“If like, you’d”

“If like, you-”

You cut yourself off hearing another voice join in the song. You were sure as hell it wasn’t Chino Moreno. Besides the voice was coming from your bathroom and the music was in your bedroom.

“Just stay down with me” The deeper voice continued “I’ll swim down with you, is that what you want?”

The voice had stopped seeming as if he’d no longer heard your voice singing with him. There was a long pause between the two of you. You hadn’t any clue what to say or if you should say anything. Maybe I was hearing stuff? Going crazy finally? Your thoughts were silenced as the voice spoke up once again.

“I apologize for ruining your moment, I just heard your wonderful voice singing one of my favorite songs and I just couldn’t help myself”

Huh, at least he has manners.

“Oh! No, it’s actually quite alright, it is a really good song, I was just caught off guard” You responded looking at the shower wall, assuming that is where he was speaking from.

“Guessing these walls” he paused to knock twice on the wall before continuing “Aren’t as thick as you thought?”

You let out a small chuckle and moved over to the shower wall to copy his knocking.

“Nope. Can’t complain though, I’ve never met anyone with the same passion for Cherry Waves as I do”

You hear him give a hum in agreement. You feel yourself smile before shaking your head.

“I do apologize if I disturbed you” You gave him an apology, feeling bad that he may have been either trying to sleep or doing something important

“Oh no do not worry, I was just catching up on some reading. I did enjoy the little break though, my eyes were starting to skip over lines.”

“You read? What kind of books do you like?” You sit down on the edge of the shower’s tub, more interested in him than what you were doing previously

“I read almost anything, I do have to say that I enjoy poetry most out of anything. It just speaks to me differently than anything else.”

You nod your head in agreement even though he can’t see it. So he likes poetry? That seems like it would suit him just by his voice alone. Without thinking, you spoke your thoughts by pure mistake.

“You do have a good voice to read poetry” Right when you realize you said that you clasp your hands over your mouth.

You can hear him chuckle from the other side of the wall.

“I can recite one if you would like to hear?”

You mentally kick yourself in the face before answering him

“Of course, I don’t read often but I would love to hear some from you”

He clears his throat before speaking

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.”

You were right, his voice is perfect for reading. You can’t help but feel relaxed as he spoke. The way each word fell off his lips soothed you.

“Was that Blake?”

“And here I thought you didn’t read much?” He responded to your question “But yes, Little Wanderer, that was indeed Blake”

You felt your face heat up just a tinge when he called you that.

“Just because I don’t read doesn’t mean I live under a rock.” you argued back jokingly

“You are very right about that, I apologize for underestimating you.”

You smile to yourself before realizing that it is getting kind of late. You didn’t want to disturb the poet any longer.

“Well it’s getting kind of late, I need to finish unpacking my things before I go to bed. And I truly don’t want to keep bugging you all night”

“You’re not bugging me at all. And you’re right, I think I should head to bed soon. Have a good night, Wanderer”

“You too, Poet. I enjoyed your company”

“I quite enjoyed yours too, I am usually not a very talkative person but you make it seem so easy.”

He knocked on the shower wall before it fell silent, signaling he had left for bed. You took a deep breath and sat there for a moment, thinking about him. He really was nice to talk to and it didn't make you that nervous seeing as you couldn’t see him. You don’t know a lot of people to talk to due to your own social anxiety.

You finally got up from your spot on the edge of the tub and started to finish unpacking your things. The only thought on your mind was your new friend.

#x reader #devil may cry v x reader #devil may cry x reader #dmc v x reader #ftm reader #pepsiwrites

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thepepsislvt · 9 months ago

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TUMBLR ATE MY GOD DAMN FIC AGAIN

#pepsicomplains #pepsigoesinsane

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thepepsislvt · 9 months ago

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so like SEE THE VISION also hi robin

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

you could do any dante but my hearts telling me 3

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

I hope they can find a cure to his kind

Dante x Backpacking gn reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dante?”

“Love of my life?”

“Shut up, please”

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

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thepepsislvt · 9 months ago

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Hey chat I just got a new computer so im not writing on my ipad and keyboard so i will in fact be writing on it more 😏

funny story I told my uber driver that I was going to Walmart to get this laptop and this is how the convo went

Uber: oh you're getting a laptop? for writing fanfictions? I'm just kidding I've been in this car too long Me: lmao yeah thats funny *panicking inside*

#pepsiyaps

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thepepsislvt · 9 months ago

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tumblr i’m working HARD never hardly working on a barto drawing to feed the community but i can’t show you yet so here’s a lil sneak peak in the bg

#one piece #bartolomeo #bartolomeo the cannibal #pepsiyaps

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thepepsislvt · 10 months ago

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@rakishhellion You.

#god i wish that were me #bartolomeo #bartolomeo the cannibal #pepsigoesinsane #pepsiyaps

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thepepsislvt · 10 months ago

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hey gang i got my first professional tattoo done today

here it is

yes it is in fact the Bartolomeo tattoo

but it was designed by my late s/o <3

she was going to get it on the back of her neck but i wanted to look at it so i got it on my forearm

here was the final design after i cleaned it up

it has a double meaning now :3 im genuinely so proud of it and i wish she was here to see it

#one piece #bartolomeo #bartolomeo the cannibal #pepsiyaps

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thepepsislvt · 10 months ago

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ever think about how terrifying it is if Bartolomeo the Cannibal was a real life person?

this man is 7'3 inches tall (220 centimeters to be exact), jacked, ruby eyes, piercings, sharp ass fuck canines (natural or modified, doesnt matter), and that deep voice of his is fucking disturbing, okay? (referring to his eng dub voice) imagine finally getting home from work—exhausted and dizzy from late night traffic. you step out of the elevator clinging to your purse and of course you come across a lanky man taking a stroll down the hallway. (he's totally not staring down at you btw) he just happens to live in the same floor and block with you, you should get used to it by now.

anyway lets compare him to an average sized door ☺️

#chat what scares me is i would noy be afraid #tall man? awooga #punk ass tall man? double awooga #TEETH??? ABSOLUTELY AWOOGA #anw i hope at least one of you is gonna be my roomate in the psych ward #pepsigoesinsane #pepsiyaps

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thepepsislvt · 10 months ago

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can i get uhhh chicken burger w rooster sauce

I thought you wanted me to cook so i cooked for you :( turns out it wasnt so but i made this anyway thank u for the request pookie

Dante with a worried s/o

Warnings: Dante

Word count: 0.9k

You were pacing the room in the Devil May Cry office. You consistantly checked the clock and sighed everytime you did. Your white haired boyfriend promised to be back from his mission at least 3 hours ago. It was only supposed to be a quick and easy mission, nothing Dante couldn’t handle. You know he was strong but you couldn’t help but to be worried for him.

Some more time had past and you found yourself falling asleep on the couch. You were almost fully asleep when you heard someone enter the building. You brushed it off as Nero or Nico coming in because they forgot something. You tried to ignore it as you went back to sleep. Before you completely lost consiousness you felt someone sit beside you and rub your shoulders.

After a restless slumber, you woke up realizing you were still in the office. Memories of last night returned to you. You quickly look over in hopes to find Dante sitting with you but alas, it was indeed Nico. She was still fast asleep. You let out a disappointed sigh and got up to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee for Nico and yourself. Nico woke up eventually and joined you in the kitchen.

”Well good morning, hun” Nico said with a groggy voice

You gave her a nod, not being fully awake to give her an actual response.

”I saw you here last night and you look a little lonely so I decided to join ya. Hope you didn’t mind too much.” Nico went over to you and gave you a side hug. “I heard that you are worried for Mr. Dante?”

With a sigh and a small nod you returned the hug

”Yeah, he didn’t come back last night like he promised and by the looks of it, he still isn’t here… I’m just worried about him”

You finally responded verbally to Nico, tearing up at the thought of what could’ve happened to him

”awe hun I’m sure Mr. Dante is fine, you know how he is. He won’t let nuthin stop him.” Nico wrapped her other arm around you to pull you in an actual hug.

She rubbed your back to sooth you. All of your worries suddenly hit you. You couldn’t help but to start crying. Another person came from nowhere and hugged the two of you from behind you. You didn’t care you just wanted your Dante back safe. You hated worrying over him.

”Why are we crying?” A familiar voice rang in your ears

You shot your head up to look at the person behind you and in the process you hit Nico’s chin with your head causing her to let out an ‘ow’ in response. You held the top of your head where the impact was while holding your hand out to hold Nico’s chin. You then turn your head carefully this time to look at your tall boyfriend now standing there with a confused look on his face.

“Dante!” was all you could say, well, yell out as you quickly moved to hug him. He was quick to lift you up and spun you around, mindful of Nico who was now smiling at the two. When Dante. put you down you pulled away from him enough to look at him in his face.

“Dante where were you? I was worried sick!” You reached up to cup his face in which he gently grabbed your wrist to hold your hand to his face.

”eh I kinda forgot to meet you back here so I just went home. I thought you were busy here so I went to bed without you”

The room fell silent as both you and Nico deadpanned. Dante became confused once more since he was out of the loop. He had no clue why they were upset at him.

”So you mean to tell me” Nico started as she put her hands on her hips and cocked her head at Dante “you had your poor other half worried to death just because you forgot to meet them here and you went home to sleep?”

You laughed a little at the simple explanation Nico had put it in.

”Well I didn’t think you would be that worried. Wait is that why you were crying?” Dante turned his attention back to you and put on a fake pouty face “awe I never felt so loved before”

Nico and yourself both had the same idea in which resulted in hitting Dante’s shoulder. Dante, being his dramatic self, bent over pretended to be wounded. You chuckled at his theatrics and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

”I do believe you missed, babe” Dante said looking at you through his lashes in response you roll your eyes and kissed his shoulder where you and Nico had hit him

“missed again”

you scoffed at his childness and you finally moved to kiss his lips like he wanted so badly to do. once you came close enough, he moved his hands hands to behind your head to deepen your kiss.

“ew get a room you two, I don’t wanta see all of that” Nico said grossed out by the fact that Dante literally just started making out with you in front of her but Dante showed no signs of stopping. In fact he pushed you against a counter and started feeling you up. Nico groaned and took this as a sign to leave. Once Nico had left, Dante let out a chuckle and continued to what he was doing previously.

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

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