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lemons3ason · 3 years

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HOW THE VINSMOKE BROTHERS REACT TO LOSING THEIR S/O BECAUSE OF THEIR FATHER!

Warning: Mad Angst, Lowkey long I got kinda a little to into these scenarios, mentions of death and torture, I cried and lowkey need to make a part two for fluff TT-TT

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Ichiji Vinsmoke

You were missing from bed this morning, of course Ichiji was curious of it since you were practically 8 months pregnant but he thought you were just back in the kitchen cooking with Cosette again. You were a chef for the Germa Kingdom, the only reason he had met you was because Niji had thrown a plate of food at Cosette and you shielded her from it before striking Niji in a nerve and knocking him unconscious for over 36 hours. Since that day Ichiji had claimed you as his, his cute firecracker, and yet for some reason you were never enough for his father. You made his son human, which in turn made him weak, sooner or later you would’ve had to be dealt with. Judge had summoned him to the throne room to speak with him alone, with his shadow casting over the young red haired man he spoke with a cold heartless tone, “(Y/n) has been executed. She was taken down to the dungeons before daybreak, so you won’t find her.”, he turned to his son to make sure he emphasized his point, “She wasn’t good enough for you anyways.”

Ichiji felt his heart shatter, something he once never had, and felt his lips quiver at the news. Nothing held him back, so why?! Why didn’t he just kill his father where he stood! Judge had sent you to the dungeons to be executed, all because he deemed you unworthy of the Vinsmoke name. Ichiji’s fist ignited into flames as his rage boiled in his blood. He was always cold and collected but right at this moment he was afraid! Afraid and enraged, Ichiji left his father alone and stormed down to the dungeons. Memories of his days tormenting Sanji replayed in his mind causing his stomach to churn. The dungeons were for the weak, only the strong could laugh from the other side of the bars and unfortunately you were just a weak powerless human compared to the monsters that lived right by your side.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n) answer me! Answer me right now!”, Ichiji’s voice roared through the cold dark cells of the dungeon.

Soldiers in charge of the chambers emerged attempting to calm their leader but their skulls simply met the hard brick walls as he punched them. Flames flickered from his fists and feet with each of his movements, even without his raid suit Ichiji was a force to be reckoned with.

“(Y/n)!”, his screams were desperate at this point, his emotional heart couldn’t handle the stress of the situation anymore.

Then he saw it, in pure disbelief he threw his glasses to the side taking in the pale lifeless battered body that laid before his eyes. Everything stopped, y-you were gone. He was to late. Ichiji didn’t want to believe it not now, not ever, he raced to your side scooping your cold form into his arm and holding you tight almost mistaking his own body heat as yours in broken hope that you were still alive. He was heartbroken, as he stared down at your beautiful sleeping face his vision became blurry. He had lost it, he lost you, tears and screams of agony poured out of Ichiji’s body. He couldn’t handle this, not (Y/n), not you of all people. His wails became louder so much so that his siblings could hear him, even Judge who stared out over the sea with no regret to his decision could hear the heartbroken wails of his precious son. Ichiji’s raw emotions triggered his powers, his tears evaporated from the intense heat his body produced and like an inferno eating at a dry field his flames engulfed the dungeons setting fire to half of the Germa Kingdom. Even as your body seared to ash in his arms he held onto you desperately his wails becoming noiseless gasps until his brothers pulled him out of the flames and away from your ashes.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!!!!!”, He screamed fighting against his brothers strength as soldiers rushed in to put out the flames.

Even if he showed weakness because of his heart Ichiji mourned your death, he couldn’t handle it anymore because every little thing reminded him of you. For a whole week he had locked himself in your old quarters and he wouldn’t budge...not until Reiju appeared with the only thing that would pull him out of mourning. She kicked the door open holding something small in her arms and sighed seeing her brother collapsed by your bedside.

“She’s gone Ichiji, get over it.”, Reiju growled.

“How do you expect me to do that? Tell me Reiju! Every woman I’ve ever seen was merely a toy of amusement for me until I met her! She reminded me what it meant to be human, how do you expect me to get over her!”, the red haired male growled grabbing his sister by the fabric collar until a soft cry caught his attention.

The sudden rough movement had awaken the slumbering (h/c) haired baby that rested in Reiju’s arms. Ichiji’s body trembled from shock and he once again collapsed to his knees. Reiju smiled and kneeled down in front of her younger brother carefully placing his child in his arms, “(Y/n) fought till the very end, I noticed them take her down to the dungeon and the stress from them beating her drove her body into labor. Father’s word was absolute to kill her but nothing was said about the baby. All she asked was that I took her.”, Reiju sighed tears of regret falling from her blue eyes.

This little baby girl, with Ichiji’s curly little eyebrows, and your sweet eyes, was all he had left of you and he wouldn’t let his father take her from him like he took you!

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Niji Vinsmoke

That night you hadn’t returned to bed, after a heated argument about his cruel behavior towards the staff of the ship you had left Niji alone in his quarters. The young prince waited impatiently for you to return but after midnight struck the clock he decided that it would be best to go find you instead. It wasn’t your first fight but truly he let himself go, he said things that he regretted and sucking it up and apologizing to you only seemed fair. He called your name loudly, not caring about the others and their sleep since he needed to find you quickly.

“(Y/n)? Hey little brat come on, it’s late we can continue this argument tomorrow just come to bed.”, he sighed running his fingers through his blue hair in frustration.

He noticed several guards talking amongst themselves and decided to question them on your whereabouts. All the soldiers froze up once they felt the intense anger radiating off of their general, they quickly stood at attention greeting Niji as he glared down at all of them. He noticed your necklace hanging out of one of their pockets and quickly snatched it back as he began to interrogate the soldier.

“Where the hell did you get this? A piece of gravel like you shouldn’t have been able to get this close to (Y/n) in order to take it. Where did you get this?”, Niji growled electricity discharged from his body with each passing second.

The soldier stumbled over his words trembling in fear as he looked death in the face, “I-I’m sorry sir! I-I found it in the dungeons it’s from the most recent kill. I-I didn’t know this b-belonged to Ms. (L/n)!”, the soldier squeaked in fear as Niji’s electricity made all the lights in the hall pop, his body glowed a dim blue in the dark corridor as he stormed down to the dungeons. Something didn’t feel right, for once an unsettling itch was making Niji nervous. Why would you be in the dungeons of all places? His steps echoed the farther down he went, but the eerie silence of the dungeons made his stomach ache. Something wasn’t right.

“(Y/n)? Hey brat, where are you? Come on this is enough, it’s not funny, (Y/n)!”, Niji yelled, his voice broke as he called your name, “(Y/n), come on I’m sorry! I don’t hate you, I love you so come back.”

For the first time ever fear was coursing through his blood and he didn’t know what to do. Every call of your name drove him crazy, you didn’t respond no matter how loud he got. He searched every sell desperately for you but he couldn’t find a thing, he was clueless on your whereabouts until one of the many prisoners in the dungeons spoke up.

“Niji?”, the old man called quickly grabbing the young prince’s attention.

“Who the hell do you think your calli-“

“That’s the name the young lady was calling when they were beating her. Niji, at the top of her lungs, it was painful to have to hear her.”, the old man sighed tears falling from his eyes.

Niji’s arms reached for his tattered clothes slamming him against the bars as he demanded answers, “What girl? Where did they take her?”

“T-this young lady with short (h/c) hair. They took her to the torture chamber just down the hall!”

“Her hair wasn’t short! Liar!”, Niji growled.

“I-It was! Lord Judge cut her hair with his spear to show her how little she meant to the family. Then ordered her execution, I haven’t heard her voice for the last three hours.”, the man admitted crying in fear of being punished.

Niji released the man and ran as quickly as he could to the chambers, but the pool of blood was enough for him to understand your fate. He stared down at the pool in defeat and fell to his knees as his vision became blurry. Bloodied whips and clubs littered the floor but Niji couldn’t see a thing, he screamed in anguish to the situation. His heart couldn’t take this, his head was splitting to the very thought of your death. His sadness quickly turned into rage, it’s was his fault, his father was the cause of all of this! Using his powers he appeared in his father’s room in a mere matter of seconds, his electricity burning hotter then ever before.

“WHERE IS MY (Y/N)?!”, Niji roared ripping his goggles off so he could see his father properly.

Judge, completely unamused by his favorite son’s outburst, simply scoffed and returned to his paperwork. Having been ignore Niji slammed his fist into Judge’s desk scattering and burning the papers throughout the room. He glared up at his father and repeated his question, “Where is my (Y/n)?”

“Tossed out to sea, it’s not like she was alive anymore. By now she’s being digested by some stray seaking that found her battered corpse.”, Judge sighed in frustration, “It’s not like I would’ve considered someone like her eligible to be your wife. A prince shouldn’t bother with a mere nameless slave.”

Niji was heartbroken, tears that had been ready to fall from his eyes from the past 20 years had finally started to fall. He couldn’t see, not even an inch in front of him as he grieved your death. He was to late, he fought with you and made you leave and when you needed him most he wasn’t there for you.

“It was pathetic how desperately she called your name, she was to reliant on you, it made the torture so much easier when she finally gave up. Hopefully the next woman you fall in love with is more suitable to be a Vinsmoke.”, Judge sighed lifting his son by his collar and throwing him out of his room.

Niji was forced to stumble back to his room, no matter how much he called you you never returned to his side. You were gone, all because he was to late.

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Sanji Vinsmoke

“What happened to her? (Y/n)!”, Sanji yelled caressing your face as you slept.

Your body was covered in bruises and cuts from your recent fight with Niji, you had snuck onto the Germa ships to find Sanji and drag him back but unfortunately you had ran into one of his monster brothers. Reiju had stopped her beastly brother from killing you but you presence on the ship didn’t go unnoticed, Judge was now aware of you and he wasn’t happy. Reiju allowed you to stay in her room with Sanji but Judge had other plans for you.

“(Y/n) you idiot. You should’ve stayed with the others back on the Sunny.”, Sanji sighed holding your hand in his, you woke up seeing him softly kiss your knuckles.

“Takes an idiot to know one. Come back stupid, I miss you.”, you sighed turning to him.

Sanji frowned at you but he couldn’t help but smile seeing you awake. You were such a handful, always had been and always would be but that’s what he loved about you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead making you smile but once again you both forgot that you were prisoners to the family. Sanji carried you back to his room and kept you there by his side, you both softly whispered to each other declaring your love like children. Having you in his arms again made Sanji forget about his worries, all he needed was you and that’s all he wanted. Eventually sleep claimed you both but you both slept comfortably together sharing dreams that a promising future would hold. The next day Sanji was forced to meet Big Mom. He hoped that you’d be left alone in his quarters but hope was for fools, while he was gone one of the soldier’s had slipped a sleeping drug into your food and dragged you down to the dungeons.

“(Y/n), I’m back. Have you eaten I’ll make yo-(Y/n)? (Y/n)?!”, Sanji’s blood ran cold seeing you missing, you couldn’t move around with your injuries which meant someone had taken you. He raced through the halls of the ship searching for you desperately, not one soldier told him where you were but a feeling in his chest told him exactly where you were. His legs carried him to the dungeon chambers but he found himself unable to even open the door. Memories of the caged abuse he went through drove a cold sweat through his body, but he had to save you. He swallowed his fears and opened the door but his fears were realized when he heard your voice scream his name. He hurried, he rushed, as quickly as he could but he was seconds to late. With his father looming over your battered body Sanji was forced to watch the spear pierce through your back,

“S-sanji.”, you cried as the injury killed you instantly, your outstretched hand fell to the ground as you passed away.

“Why failures stick together I will never know, but at least there’s one less of you vermin.”, Judge growled pulling his spear from your corpse as he turned around to see his mortified son, “It’ll teach you better then to let fools get in the way of my goals.”

He simply scoffed at him and walked back up the stairs while Sanji fell to his knees just inches away from your body. “(Y-y/n)...(y/n).”, Sanji croaked holding the hand that you had been reaching for him with.

“(Y/n)!”, he screamed to no one in the cold depressing dungeon as he pulled your body towards his chest to hold you.

He sobbed into your hair, crying until his voice ran dry. Sanji couldn’t accept this, “Not like this, p-please not like this. Not her!”, he begged staring down at your bruised face that still looked like a beautiful Angel in his eyes.

“(Y/n) please don’t leave me. Not like this my dear.”, he whimpered pressing his forehead against yours.

This dungeon had caused him so much pain and now it was the place that had taken you from him. Why did life have to hate him so much? To be married off to a stranger, to be taken from his crew, and worst of all to lose the only woman he had wanted to marry. His family brought him nothing but agony, he cried until exhaustion forced him to sleep. Reiju was ordered to fetch him for dinner but the sight of her younger brother asleep against the wall while holding your dead corpse was enough to move her to tears. He truly did love you but now you were gone.

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Yonji Vinsmoke

From the start Yonji knew that his father hated your existence, but Yonji just couldn’t help it. He had fallen for you, the way his name rolled of your tongue and past your sweet soft lips made him crave your presence. The way you reached your small hands up to him to hold his face in your hands made his heart face, but your eyes, your beautiful passionate shimmering eyes made him fall head over heels for you. Even when he was disrespectful towards others Yonji would always keep an eye on you smiling when he saw you doing the simplest of tasks. The prince that loved a peasant what a cliche love story. Even if he was a genetically modified human in your eyes he was just him, and you were just the perfect normal little human girl.

“Prince Yonji I made cookies today. Would you lik-oh heehee.”, you giggled watching Yonji eat the cookie from your fingers.

His crumb covered lips pressed against your cheek making you smile, but your soft moment together was spoiled by the all to familiar scoff of Lord Judge. The tall giant glared down at you while you sheepishly smiled up and greeted him, Yonji scowled at his Father’s glare and wrapped his arm around your waist protectively.

“Keep moving old man.”, he growled much to Judge’s disgust.

Cosette called you back to the kitchen, you excused yourself hesitating to give Yonji a kiss in front of his father but the green haired man wouldn’t let you leave without a proper kiss. As soon as he got his kiss he let you go, your face flushed red and smiling as you returned to your duties.

“Why you bother with a failure like her irritates me, you deserve a princess not a dirty servant Yonji.”, Judge growled down to his youngest son.

Yonji scoffed in annoyance to his father and simply walked away leaving his father to his own complaints. Judge decided that if you were the one his son wanted then he’d modify you so that you were actually useful to the family. Every night you would come to find Yonji and kiss him goodnight, it was a ritual that he became dependent on but tonight you didn’t show up. Far past midnight sleep was finally beginning to take over his body but he tried to stay awake hoping that you’d just been busy with chores. He woke up angry the next day because of your absence and went to search for you to give you a piece of his mind but no one had seen you. You always presented yourself to work even if you were exhausted or sick meaning something had happened to you. Yonji growled under his breath knowing that his father had something to do with it. One of the doctors appeared before him asking for his presence in the dungeon chambers, Yonji didn’t want to bother with it but his father was waiting for him. Just entering the room he could hear torturous screams resonating from down below, his father must’ve been furious.

“What do you want old man?”

His father simply pointed into one of the screaming cages and smiled, “Now she’s worthy of you. A soldier ready to give her life for you.”, he chuckled.

That’s when Yonji saw it, his eyes widened in shock seeing your blood stained body killing a prisoner. You held the knife above your head ready to kill them but Yonji’s hand caught your wrist as he called your name. You responded but the look in your eyes was enough to tell him what had happened. Cold, lifeless, dead (e/c) eyes, looked into his there was no spark in them anymore.

“What did you do to her!?”, Yonji growled sending his mechanical arm right to his fathers face.

Judge was unimpressed by his son’s rage and pushed his hand away, “Simply made her worthy of you. An annoying woman like her wasn’t fit to be a love interest for one of my precious sons but with her genetic enhancements now she is. Surprisingly she was able to stay sane for about 7 hours before the electrical charges finally fried what little brain cells she had. The only sacrifice was her mental sanity, her emotions, and her heart. She’s the perfect little puppet now.”

Yonji’s face dropped to the news of your torture, he turned to your frozen form and kiss your lips hoping that you’d react, hoping that it wasn’t true but nothing happened. Your cheeks didn’t heat up, your eyes didn’t sparkle with love, you didn’t call his name sweetly, he lost you.

“REVERSE IT! REVERSE THE EFFECTS RIGHT NOW!”, Yonji ordered holding your head softly in his hands.

“She’d really die this time, if we bothered trying. This is how she stays if you want her by your side, once you’re tired of her dispose of her. She’s no longer human she’s just an empty shell.”

Yonji couldn’t believe it, he held you calling your name over and over until you responded but you never did. You never made a noise you were just silent. “N-no...(Y/n)...n-not like this. Please not like this come back to me.”, Yonji pleaded through his tears but from then on it would never be the same.

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goth-girlfriend · 4 years

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okay, but mirio with a crush/friend that’s in 1a? like the reader is lowkey a bit more shy and quiet and everyone thinks their dating.

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The first you saw this boy, he was at the front of your class, smiling, and you made eye contact. Your eyes widened, and you forced your eyes closed gripping at your skirt and you ducked your head. The words leaving his mouth didn’t make it to you, but his laugh, it was more than enough to make you blush and avert your gaze to anything other than the boy in question. Now, being this way, wasn’t much different from how you usually acted. You completely collapsed on the sideline the moment his clothes fell off when he challenged your class, luckily your stoic friend to be questioned was there to help you stand up.

You didn’t dare approach the grounds where he took your class out one by one, you were amazed by his strength and the story he told you. Inspired really but, the shell you were in held you in tight and you weren’t exactly determined to break out, so like a starved man to a king crab, Mirio took a liking to your shy personality and wanted to help you the same way he’d helped his friend Amajiki. Slowly he approached you outside of class or in luck with a smile and wave, and sheepishly you’d wave and smiled with a whisper of a greeting back. It wants until one day you found him while taking out the trash.

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“Hey!” I screamed and fell back the bags of trash I was just hugging fell scattering on the floor as I struggled to breath normally looking at the wall to see the face or Mirio, “Sorry if I scared ya!” He stepped out I sighed.

“Oh, it’s fine,” I whispered looking down feeling heat spread to my cheeks I install felt vulnerable.

“Let me help you!” I watched as he picked up some of the bags I’d struggled to carry.

“Ah, thank you.” I nodded and stood up, he definitely still towered me, we walked in silence, I was a bit fidgety, until he spoke up.

“L/n?” I turned to see him staring at me already, I snapped my head away.

“Y-yeah?” I asked looking down at the floor.

“Let me walk you to class tomorrow, I’d like to get to know more about your quirk. You remind me of a friend and I think I know exactly how I can help you! But I don’t have much time so the morning are better if your free?” I blinked a few times, feeling the heat on my cheeks intenseify.

“I-uh,” you shook you head, “y-yeah, thatd be great.” You lied, honestly, you don’t how great this would be, Mirio Togata, a BOY, you struggled to talk to boys you didn’t like now him? Someone who you think you might fancy? ‘This is gonna be terrible if can’t get a word out!’

“Great! I’ll come by the dorms tomorrow and then we can head to breakfast!” He smield as we finally stoped and threw the bags into the large bins.

“Yeah,” I nodded with a smile, “I’ll see you then.”

“Don’t say bye now (l/n), I still have to walk you back to the dorms! What kind of hero would I be if I let a lady walk herself back in the dark.” He smiled brightly, and I felt like I should’ve shirked my eyes, the sun, he definitely shines brighter than the sun.

We made our way silently to the dorm buildings in silence, I fidgeted with my fingers and the hem of my skirt, I was dying both internally and externally. We stopped at the door and I sighed, and turned to Mirio, he smiled and I smiled, I HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING A THANK YOU AT LEAST DO IT NOW COWARD!

He turned to walk away and I screamed “Mirio!” He turned around a bir shocked looking, “Thank you for walking with me...” I whispered and could hardly manage to look up at him.

His face changed to a gentle smile, “No problem, I enjoyed our talk,” he gave a small wave, “I’ll see you in the morning (l/n).”

“Y/n,” I mumbled. “Hm?” He hummed, “Call me y/n.”

“Alright then y/n,” he faced me completely and tilted his head closing his eyes as he smiled, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.”

I gave nod and a small awkward wave as he laughed and turned to leave, sadly I didn’t know I was being watched. I enetered and let out a heavy shaky breath, that was a lot of effort. I made it to my dorm door and was stopped by Minas Pink hand grabbing my wrist, “Tell me everything.”

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I got ready in the morning, having been kept up all night by Mina as she squeezed everything out of me, my feelings, what happened, what I was going to, what I was going to wear, I don’t exactly have much of choice considering it’s STILL a school uniform. I made my way down the building to the front door where Mina was standing with my bag.

“Don’t take your bag! Carry a book! If he’s a real gentleman he’ll offer to carry it! I’ll take your bag for you!” She shoved a my English book and notebook into my hands, I felt myself start to shake.

“Mina!” I whined, “It’s nothing! I promise!” I felt like crying.

“Just try it please! Entertain my ships, Kaminari isn’t doing to good with my plans pLEASE!” She begged.

“Okay,” I gave in quickly and took the books rushing out before she started crying.

I ran straight into Mirio, “so hard,” I mumbled feeling plastered against his chest. He hands touched my shoulder and moved me back a little, “Are you okay y/n?”

I flushed and looked down, “Oh! Yeah.” I mumbled, why did I say my first name yesterday?!

“Well let’s get going then!” We started to walk and it wasn’t long until it came, “Do you need help? You don’t look to comfortable carrying those!” He said and took my books befor I answered, “thank you, my bag, was... being held hostage so I ended up carrying my books this morning.”

He laughed and I smiled, “That’s a weird one.” I smield slightly feeling a bit comfortable.

The weeks passed slowly, every morning meeting with Mirio, he’d carry my books we’d eat breakfast and talk briefly about my quirk, and that lasted the first day, after that he just started talking to me the rest of the week telling me stories about himself during breakfast and the walk to class. I found myself smiling meow openly and being able to look at him, every now and then I still looked away and get flustered at just his bright smile. That wa sinful one day I bumped into someone while we walked to my class.

“Watch where your going idiot!” I stepped behind Mirio and held his hand with both of my knees weak and shaking.

“Mirio,” I whispered tears stinging my eyes as the guy got closer glaring at me as I moved further behind Mirio.

“Hey!” He smacked a hand on the shoulder of the guy, “We don’t wanna cause any trouble! I’m sorry my friend here bumped into you.” He smiled and the guy just scoffed.

“Whatever just make your girlfriend watches where she walks.” He turned and left and I sighed still squeezing his hand.

“Thanks Mirio.” I didn’t want to let go.

“No problem, now let’s get you to class, but you should watch where your going.” He said and brought his free hand to pay my head.

We got to class, my knees still a little weak, as he stood by the door, he waved at Midoriya and I didn’t let go of his hand, I clung, I couldn’t fight the feeling of comfort I got from holding his hand. He pulled me to the door, “Clas is starting soon you should get to your seat.”

He smiled and I nodded looking up at him, another cliche blush on my cheeks, “Right,” I nodded. “I’ll come by for lunch.” He called as he leaned into the classroom and disappeared. I felt the stares boring into me before Mina said it, “SO IS IT OFFICIAL?”

I tilted my head, “What?”

“You WERE HOLDING HIS HAND!” She shook me by the shoulders.

“It’s kinda obvious,” Denki shrugged in his seat, “What’s obvious?” I asked.

“That’s you two are dating dumbass.” My face went blank at Bakugo’s words.

“Dating?” I asked and looked at Mina, “YES!” She screamed.

“No, were not I j-” and class started.

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For the next two months I found myself being freed from the shell that held my captive, I smield more and laughed with Mirio, and my heart, always felt calm and content hearing his terribly cheesy jokes, but it didn’t change the fact that when it came to talking I was a mess, I couldn’t make eye contact and I speaking became more than just a chore.

But here we are, walking the trail behind the school around evening, “hey y/n, you’re a girl.”

“Mm, yes, I am.” I answered looking ahead at the sunset, “So how do girls like getting love confessions? In public? private? Letter? Out loud? Because there’s this girl, I didn’t know when, but I think I fell in love with her.” My heart sank, it’s probably Nejire... “We started off as friends, and I don’t know when but know when I talk to her it’s the highlight of my day, her smile, her laugh.” Definitely sounds like Nejire... “I don’t know how she does it but now I feel like if she leaves my life, it’ll be like the sun will never coming back up.”

“Oh, well,” I shrugged feeling a bit bitter, “Most girls like letters usually in private, something to keep, but honestly, even with the way I am, I’d love to get a vocal confession infront of someone, I feel like it shows their not afraid to say it or prove it.” I shrugged.

“Huh, that’s great advice,” he pat my head and smield, “I’ll keep that in mind.

***********

Another month passed and Mirio kept me company on the walks to school, class, lunch, breakfast, dorms and everywhere else he could squeeze in. The time we spent together started to add up and I can see why people thought we were dating especially my class that saw all of this happening, as this point I couldn’t deny it, I could but they wouldn’t believe me anyways. I sigehd day dreaming about what a love confession would feel coming from someone who genuinely meant it.

I tried to pay attention in class but I couldn’t, Midnight definitely caught on to this having called me out three times. Each time I was scolded and teased by Mina about day dreaming of my ‘boyfriend,’ sadly, I couldn’t say he was. I was deflated, defeated feeling when I watched him walk to my class with Nejire, beside him, “y/n! I hope you don’t mind Nejire is joining us!” He smield and I smield back feeling weak.

“No problem, the more the merrier right?” I lied.

We spent lunch eating, they talked and I just poked around at my food, I didn’t give much thought on the conversion until I noticed Mirio stepping into his chair and then the table. He smield and got everyone’s attention before he started, “I want everyone to know this!” He screamed.

“Right now, I’m about to tell the most beautiful girl in my eyes that I love her I want everyone to know that I’m not afraid or ashamed to do it!” He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, Nejire looked up at him stars in her eyes. I sulked looked down at my food, feeling a familiar sting in my nose.

“Every morning I wake up and the first thing I do is think about your smile, and your laugh, you always seem full of life and I love that about you. The way fidget when your anxious and the way you cling to me when your anxious or nervous always make me feel like I could be so much better than hero. Our endless conversations and the time we’ve spent together never leave me. When I always feel like I’m at my lowest or to the point of defeat I remember your smile and encouraging words and I know I have so much more to fight for. I love the way you smile, the way your eyes shine when you let the passion flow. This might be embarrassing especially infront of everyone here but I wouldn’t do it any other way, I want everyone to know how much I love you, and care for you, so,” he paused, “Nejire,” I felt the tears drop and looked straight down, I heard Mina gasping and then curing along with a few recognizable mumbles from my class mates.

“Please move so I can’t get to y/n.” I got whiplash form how fast I looked up at him, he saw the tears in my eyes his face softened, he whispered a she jumped down, “y/n?” He took my face in his hands thumbs wiping the tears, “Will you be my girlfriend.”

I smield as tears feel and his eyes widened, “Mirio,” a shaky breath, “Id love to.” He smield and crushed me in a hug, I hugged his chest and felt him kiss the top of my head.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, “you can cry if you want to, I’ll be here for you always.” He rubbed my back and I just smiled against his chest letting the tears fall.

“I don’t know when I fell for you, but I know, I’d never change it.” He whispered.

“I love you,” I mumbled, “and your cheesy jokes.”

He laughed and I could feel smield as he squeezed a bit harder, “good because I never run out.”

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onf-headcanons · 4 years

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INSUFFERABLE PAIN

(Jaeyoung x reader - one shot )

Quick one shot for Jaeyoung x reader with scars

• I did not even a proper draft planned for this at all so deepest apologies beforehand if this one shot fic and the nuance are quite messy. So this idea derived from the Minkyun ones I was like hmm since Minkyun's story was relationship already established, how about something prior relationship being legit though?

• And then my instinct told me Jaeyoung is the best choice for this scenario because of his personality . So without further ado lets go

• The character setting here would be you and Jaeyoung were once classmate but you got into an accident and while you are bedridden/in progress of rehab and healing , Jaeyoung got transferred. Later only met Jaeyoung back. (University or in company if you like)

• So I will leave it up to reader where the scars should be but it needs to be visible and covers quite large area. Either stitches or faded scars or even burnt scars will do. It is flexible exclusively for you.

• You do have a few past relationships or even being teased during your school days (once you recovered) but they all did not end well because of your scars. So it kind off became a complex of yours.

• Maybe you tend to wear long sleeves or longer jeans to cover it up even when it's summer. (Due to budget issue you family could not really afford a skin graft or even due to the affected areas are to large as the reason)

• Now you and Jaeyoung have been in really good terms with each other. (On what background I will leave it to your imagination as well. I personally might incorporate this into the office au)

• He did know a bit of the accident but seeing you doing well, he thought you recovered perfectly and did not gave any thoughts about scars or side effects. It just did not come to him because he was never disclosed with the details.

• It will a lie if you say you do not have a crush and good impression of him. By working together about 2 or 3 projects, you two found out that both of you also have a good chemistry unexpectedly.

• Good looks ,check . Caring personality, check . Someone who understands and respects your pov, check.

• But now you are always in the defensive alert mode to not go one step further to all of your relationships or potential suitors

• The gang of yours all are trying to hook you and Jaeyoung up and even plays game like truth or dare just to give you two excuse to confess with each other but Jaeyoung would always stand by your side so that no one makes you uncomfortable. That is one of the good impression and plus point part he has made

• Until the extent some of your mutual friends begin to ask you and Jaeyoung directly if you truly have feelings with each other privately.

• So there is once that you and Jaeyoung were out on a company gathering or friend gathering and there is no more bus/train back home. So Jaeyoung offered to drive you back

• It will be the first time after knowing each other for a while, that you two being alone, without any potential disturbance

• In the car its was tense because Jaeyoung is silent. Very unusually silent. Maybe Jaeyoung is the type to prefer full concentration, no distraction while driving, you thought. You know you should break the ice but again your defensive personality kicks in because you don't want to send false intentions

• Reached your apartment and Jaeyoung pull over across the road. But before you reach out to the door handle, Jaeyoung calls out your name, which made you paused.

• Your intuition tingles because you have experienced similar scenario before. Jaeyoung adjusts his posture to face you properly. He even had his seat belt unfastened, looks like he is expecting a long covnersation.

• You bite your underlips unconsciously while resting your back to the car seat but your eyes are set to your knees.

• "I just want you to know, that everytime when we played truth or dare, I never lied about having someone in mind." Jaeyoung starts.

• "I see. " you replies while trying to stay calm

• "Y/N, I am bringing this up because I felt we have mutual feelings. If I was wrong, do correct me." Jaeyoung continues because your reply was somewhat cold/neutral.

• Finally it has come to this, you thought. And you let out a sigh. "No, you are not wrong at all."

• "Wonderful." His tone becomes brighter. You had a quick glance of him out of nervousness,he has a smile on his face.

• "But," you continue on. " I am afraid that it is best for us to remain as friends."

• The aura changes into a solemn one.

• " Can I know the reason?" Jaeyoung carefully initiates after a slight moment of silence.

• You look at him and try to sound carefree, "Well let's just say I am not good at disappointment because I tend to expect too much."

• "Anyone will have expectations towards their partner, Y/N." Jaeyoung retorts. "It will happen in the course of relationship,it just the matter of communicating between 2 people"

• Oh ya, he is not the kind to back off with vague responds. He is the type to communicate fully without sugar-coated information. He values a frank and straightforward approach. Its his good trait but sometimes it falls to his bad trait when he is persistent.

• Knowing his personality well enough , you decided to give it all. With a little selfish hope that he will backs off and terminates his feelings towards you.

• "How much do you know about the accident I been through?" You ask him. (Not in a interrogating tone)

• Jaeyoung scratches the side of his forehead and shrugs, trying to recall, " Not much of the details, I only know you are bedridden and needed alot of time to recover."

• You then roll up your sleeves / roll up your shirt/ roll up the hem your jeans, and show him a fraction of your scars. Jaeyoung was slightly taken aback by your sudden movements but then immediately understood once he sees your scars.

• "So you did not know about these then." You show him. " What you see now, it is just a small portion of all of it."

• By observing, you can tell Jaeyoung is trying to organise his words, but the only thing that comes out from his mouth, none other than a soft murmur of "I am sorry. "

• "Don't be, I was the one who never mentioned it." You let out a short chuckle while arranging your clothes. "Its ok, you can give it a thought."

• But Jaeyoung response catches you off guard. "A thought on what?" He asks.

• You look at him and reply bluntly, " If you still want to take a step further with me after knowing about my ugly scars. Mind you, they covers quite large area of my body."

• "Wait, what? That?" Jaeyoung's voice rises as he heard you.

• "Of course, what else could it be?" You are now puzzled

• "I don't care about the scars, Y/N. I think you misunderstood me. " he tries to explain

• "I did?" The only reply you can make out of the confusion. Normally the other party would be gross out or freak out by your scars but Jaeyoung does not seem to mind?

• "I think its my suddenly apology made you feel like I am rejecting you mentally. " Jaeyoung analyses. "Its not actually, I was feeling sorry that you had to gone to the suffering from the scars."

• "Oh."

• "You don't sound convinced." Jaeyoung is accurate about that.

• "Well, I was expecting different kind of reactions and response from you." Your hand reaches to touch one of the place of your scars. "People normally freaks out when they sees it."

• "So you were trying to scare me away." Jaeyoung finally grasps the situation. "That's not really nice but I don't blame you."

• "My bad, my previous relationships did not work out because of them and I had enough of getting hurt." You avert your eyes from his. Your hand caressing the scar part through the fabric of your clothes. "Those heartbreaks hurts far worse than the physical wounds I had. They are not just heartbreaks, they are rejections. "

• Jaeyoung reaches out his hand and gently pats your head. "You had it rough." You did not move away or brush his hand off. You covers your face while lowkey wailing

• "Are you even normal Jaeyoung? I was expecting you to freak out. But why are you so calm? They are, quote my ex, unpleasantly horrendous." You turn your head to look at him.

• "Then how would your prefer me to react? Pass out? Or screech like a maiden?" His answer made you laugh. "And no they are not horrendous, that's just your ex having a faint heart."

• "Thank you for not being grossed out." You appreciated him after letting a satisfied laugh.

• "To be frank, I was startled at first but it all make sense to me now. Bedridden, long time to recover, and never once I see you wear something short during the summer. " says the young man beside you.

• "Now you know why." You mutters.

• "But I guess when you love someone, you love everything of theirs. " Jaeyoung continues .

• You could not believe your ears of what had come out from his mouth. Blushing hard, you repeat yourself. "Jaeyoung , are you even normal?"

• The young man smiles at you and responds, "I fell in love with you like how normal people fell in love , so rest assured, I am completely normal."

• You lower your head to hide your flushed cheeks, it is still too good to be true.

• Jaeyoung reads your body language and decides to pry further. "So I assume that you accepted my feelings and my confession?"

• "Well... you are the only one who did not freak out... for now..." You reply him with a low voice.

• Jaeyoung ruffles you hair and thank you for accepting his feelings. "Don't worry Y/N, I won't let you go through that insufferable pain again, I promise. "

• "You better." You smiles at him, finally.

A/N : Happy ending🤭 again so sorry if the story looks messy and rushed.

Also i not sure if I will do a first time theme smut fic based on this established relationship as well. It will interesting for sure.

#onf #onf imagines #onf scenarios #onf headcanon #onf headcanons #bf!onf #shim jaeyoung #jaeyoung #onf wyatt #wyatt #onf Jaeyoung #bf!Jaeyoung #jaeyoung headcanon #jaeyoung fluff #wyatt fluff #wyatt headcanon

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lovingtheway · 4 years

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Blood Sport

Note: my sister’s boyfriend named it so shoutuot to Andrew who is every bit of embarrassing as me. It makes sense you’re dating my sister.

Shout out to mi querida, Who i'm 97% sure inspired this somehow, even if I can't pinpoint how or why. Love you Alyssa 😘💜💜

Based off of Walk Away by The Script? At first and then it became it's own thing

Warning: mentions of death,season 2 spoilers (if anyone reads it and finds something else please please let me know!) idk i’m lowkey a little drunk rn and don’t know anything but I hope y'all like it!!

Words: 1.7k

Pairing: Javier Pena x Reader

It was early morning when he realized you couldn't sleep anymore. Your head was resting on his chest, over his heart where you could hear it beating, strong and steady, your arm wrapped around his middle, one of your legs thrown in between his. It was his favorite way of sleeping, entangled with you, his arms wrapped tight around you to keep you from shifting off his body. You hoped he knew it was when you felt safest, like the world outside the windows didn't exist. Like no one could hurt him while he was with you. And if he was safe, you didn't care whether or not you were.

You'd been seeing each other for a few months now, Javi always coming back to you, regardless of everything going on around you two. He would come around often at first, quick nights where he'd be gone shortly after getting what he came for, leaving you spent and blissful, which turned into nights sleeping at each other's places, and eventually late night talks over a bottle of whiskey.

He wasn't one to open up easily but you were easy to talk to with your curious eyes and beautiful smiles, the way you'd touch his hand lightly when he was having a hard time finding the right words, reassuring him that everything was okay. You'd lock your fingers together and kiss his knuckles when he came home shaking, fists clenched and words snapping from his mouth before he fully thought them through. Before he realized the weight of them and how they could hurt you. You never held them against him when he was in one of those moods but he'd hold you in his arms for hours after, as a silent apology, kissing your exposed skin lightly.

You should have run when you had the chance. You should have walked away from him that first night he spent at your place. His arms wrapped around you all night, mumbling drunkenly and incoherently, words he'd never tell you sober, words you wished to have been able to hear and understand.

You were too good for him, too innocent. You wanted to save everyone, including him. Your bright eyes willing to help whether or not someone deserved it, whether or not he deserved it. He knew what happened to people who got involved with him. They were liabilities. Something for the cartels to use against him but you didn't care. You always came back to him, you were always there for him.

Even after you were followed home one day. You simply changed your address and told him where to find you, not even bothering to tell him why until he pried deeper. His skin burned as he thought of you being in danger but you merely threw your arms around his shoulders and pressed your lips to his gently, reminding him between kisses you were a lot tougher than you looked. That's when he should have walked away. When he realized he cared too much for you. When the thought of them coming after you made his stomach twist with anxiety and his vision to go red.

You always told him not to worry about you, worry about keeping himself safe instead, but he couldn't help it. You consumed his every thought. Your soft good mornings and pleas for him to be careful made sure he wasn't too reckless, made sure he didn't let his job consume and kill him.

His hands roamed your sides unconsciously, remembering the moment everything changed. The moment he realized he was in too deep and you had him latched onto you whether you wanted or not.

He'd gone to your place after Carrillo was killed, not really sure of where else to go but knowing that he needed you. You were met with desperate sloppy kisses, and too rough hands that had you gasping for air. You knew what brought these episodes on but it felt too good for you to question him.

When he was done and you were both spent, he started to get dressed, unable to look at you. It felt wrong for him to have come here just for sex but he didn't want you to carry this shit on your shoulders. After so long of you spending nights together, your eyes were heavy with hurt but he swallowed hard as he made a move to leave. You stopped him when you took his wrist in both your hands.

"Javi, what happened?" You asked gently, your hand slipping into his and pulling him closer. He went willingly, his self-loathing flaring inside of him. The same self-loathing you looked past to care for him. "Javi?"

"Carrillo's dead. I killed him."

"What?" Confusion flooded your face so he explained everything. Your eyes filled with tears as he told you what happened. His words were hurried, almost as if he was trying to get you to understand, to tell him there was nothing he could have done differently even if he wouldn't believe you. Somehow he ended up on his knees in front of you, grasping your hands tightly in his.

He was silent, waiting for you to say something when you pulled your hands away from his. His heart stopped, hell, the whole world stopped as he waited for you to tell him to leave. For you to walk away from him and leave his life forever. Everyone left at one point or the other, but he didn't think it would feel like this. Like the whole universe was imploding in on itself. He braced for impact, looking away from you and closing his eyes tightly.

Your warm hands cupped his face softly unexpectedly. He flinched at your touch, unworthy of any softness you gave him after what he’d done. But he couldn’t help the soft breath of relief at the kiss you pressed to his forehead. You thumbs brushed his cheekbones but you kept kissing down his nose and then each cheek before you pressed your lips against his in a much gentler kiss than the ones he’d stolen from you earlier.

“Javi, mírame,” you breathed out when you pulled away. He still had his eyes closed, almost afraid that if he opened them, you’d be gone, a mere illusion of his loneliness. He shook his head. “Javi.” Your voice was soft but stern, refusing to be ignored. He opened his eyes slowly, meeting your eyes. They were shining with unshed tears. He swallowed hard and cupped your cheek, trying to catch your tears before they fell. “This was not your fault.”

“Cariño,” he started but you stopped him before he could finish.

“No. you found a lead and you ran with it. That woman killed Carrillo, you were just doing your job. Carrillo was just doing his job. And you blaming yourself takes away all the years that he spent in this fight. You do not get to carry his death on your shoulders, it is not your burden to carry.” Your voice was thick as you spoke over the lump in your throat. “We mourn the dead, we don’t blame ourselves for what happened to them. He died for his country in the hands of a horrible man, Javi. You don’t get to take that from him.”

Your words were harsh but what he needed right now.

“If you care about this man, you will find Pablo Escobar and make him pay for what he did.” Your words cut deep and helped ease some of the blame settling in his stomach.

Something shifted in him then. A realization that he needed you in his life. It wasn’t a matter of what he wanted anymore, it was a matter of not ever losing you. It unsettled him further and he felt the planet itself shift off his axis. Your eyes never left his as the change happened but you must have sensed it because next thing he knew he had his head buried in your neck and your hands running through his hair softly.

He allowed himself to be coddled like a child after a nightmare and it was only then he realized that maybe the planet hadn’t shifted off its axis but had finally settled into its rightful place. You stayed up with him all night, both of you wrapped tightly around each other, refusing to let go of him until he pulled away first. It was the night he should have run away from but turned out to be the night he realized he’d never leave your side again.

“You’re gonna be late,” you mumbled sleepily, breaking him out of his thoughts. His lips curled into a smile as he looked down at you, refusing to let go of him. You’d asked once if it was hard for him to breathe when you were on top of him. He refused to admit that it was the only time he was able to breathe, knowing you were safe in his arms.

“You need to get off first, cariño,” he whispered into your hair. You shook your head and held on tighter to him, your hands trying to wrap under him.

“If I don’t, will you stay with me?” You asked. He knew you didn’t mean it but he flipped you over onto your back anyways, his hands digging into your waist to keep you in place under him. Your eyes widened at the sudden shift but when they settled on him they softened once more, blinking under the sun peeking in through the windows and lighting up his face.

He often wondered if you needed those words. The words that every woman wanted to hear when a hookup became more than just that. But when your eyes met his, he knew those words meant nothing compared to how he felt. He could say them a hundred times and they wouldn’t even compare to how you made him feel. He leaned down and captured your lips in a breathtaking kiss, stealing the air from your lungs.

When he pulled away, he knew that even if he never said those words, you wouldn’t need them. You felt them in every action he did towards you. In every way he proved he loved you without ever saying it.

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Mírame- look at me

Not gonna apologize for this one bc it must be annoying for y'all to hear as well but thank you all for reading. And as always all comments are loved an appreciated!! 💜💜

Tagging the lovelies: @murdermewithbooks @pablopascal @rosamedina92 @hiscyarika @mostly-megan @brittritz @scarlettwitcher @laubeck10 @spacemacandcheese @hdlynnslibrary @daydreamin24-7 @waywardodysseys @dillylila @keeper0fthestars 💜💜

#tipsy me can come up with some decent shit #i hope you all like it!!#idk what it is but pt 2 is gonna be all fluff i swear #my writing #javier peña x reader #javi writing

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daemongal · 4 years

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“let me know in another ask which of the guys is your fav” - BABS YOU DON’T NEED TO ASK ANY FURTHER. Dante is my guilty pleasure and I apologize for raising my voice. Sorry to hear that your work is giving you trouble, please take care 🙏🏼😙

Anon, I have one thing to say to you: you should know well enough that uncontrolled Dante thirst is not only welcomed on my blog but also highly encouraged! You weren’t rude at all, I love how excitable you were and I’m lowkey super glad you picked Dante xD I managed to throw this together way past my bedtime and during one of my wonderful friend’s @cheesysquidarts art streams go check out their blog by the way, their art is amazing!

I hope this is satisfactory to qualm the Dante thirst urges and also the purring demon urges :D so this starts pretty angsty but ends fluffy. I hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for the ask and sharing in your thirst! Cut for length!

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Working in the Devil May Cry had enlightened you to many new experiences, for example, seeing a sword literally cut through time and space to create a shortcut to the bathroom and, within only a few seconds, seeing the same sword be thrust through the stomach of your employer.

Coincidentally, this was also the day you learned that your employer was actually a half demon and that a stab through the stomach to him was akin to a splinter to anyone else. Although it came as a shock to you, you were never afraid of Dante.

You’d been lucky enough to witness him in action, to see his overzealous way of fighting and his reckless showboatery and sometimes, you were even lucky enough to see the other half of him. His demon form was nothing short of terrifying. Hulking, blazing, with a mouthful of teeth as long and sharp as knives and eyes that seemed to pierce straight through you; but he never once made you feel afraid.

Well, never until now.

You were minding your own business, tidying up the paperwork in the shop, getting ready to head home for the day. Checking the clock: 11:30pm, another late one you thought. You’d been dragging your heels, hoping that he’d return from his job to see you off, but it seems like that won’t be the case today. Tomorrow was your day off, and the thought of not seeing the hunter for two whole days made your shoulders, and heart heavy.

You sighed, grabbing your bag and heading out, switching off the light and locking up with your spare key behind you. Your flat was only a few blocks away, but you’d always been discouraged from walking home late by yourself.

You headed down the quiet alleyway, taking in a deep breath of the cold night air. The city air wasn’t the cleanest smelling, but it always seemed fresher at night.

Your nose scrunched when you caught a hint of something… different. You stopped in your tracks as a metallic smell caught your attention, carried on the breeze as a brisk blast of wind hit your face. You swallowed, body tensing as your heart began to race, a guttural growl puncturing the silence as you slowly took a step back.You didn’t need to see the demon’s form to know what you’d stumbled across.

Run!

You twisted your body, sprinting as fast as your legs could take you back towards the shop, an inhuman scream piercing your eardrums as you gasped for air, pushing the pavement with each quick stride as your eyes set on the neon sign closing in on your vision.

You didn’t look back, you didn’t want to know how close whatever was chasing you was. You fumbled in your pocket, retrieving the shop key as you frantically searched for the keyhole the second your foot hit the steps. Your hands shook, breaths coming quick and light as the sound of your beating heart filled your ears.

You cursed, whether at yourself or the demon you weren’t sure, where’s the fucking keyhole? You stumbled, time slowing almost to a stop as the key fell from your hand to the dark floor. Your mind turned to pure panic, thoughts suddenly singling in on one particular face; of how you never got a chance to say goodbye, of how he’ll react returning from his job to find your mangled corpse on his doorstep.

You dropped to your knees in defeat, hearing the demons footsteps getting closer, crouching down to tuck yourself in to your body, for what little security it would give you, quietly whispering his name as you tense for impact.

Your eyes go wide as you hear screaming, a noise not coming from your own chest but from behind you. It took you a moment to realise that the cries were coming from the demon. You raised your head to glance back, jaw dropping as you instantly recognised the large set of red wings that now covered your field of view.

The demon had been pierced with a sword and was being dangled in mid air. Through wet eyes you could make out its arms as it flailed, frantically trying to get its claws into, who you could only assume was Dante, triggered into his largest form. His spare clawed hand raised, gripping the demons skull before letting out a rib shaking roar and crushing it, turning it to dust instantly.

You swallowed, both in relief at having your lifespan suddenly extended and also at seeing the very man who made the majority of your final thoughts to be. You turned your body to face him, legs still too stiff to raise yourself. You opened your mouth to call for him, before snapping your jaw shut as he turned to face you.

The look in his eyes was one you’d seen before, the very look he gave demons before he tore them in two; a predatory glance in its purest form. You instinctively pushed yourself back closer to the door, hand absentmindedly finding the dropped key and pulling it close.

He turned his body, chest heaving as his mouth lay agape, hot breaths visible in the chilled night air. His sword vanished as he summoned it back, slowly taking a step towards you.

You managed to call out his name, although barely a whisper as he stood in front of you, his imposing body blocking out any light from the nearby streetlights. He moved quickly, as you shut your eyes and braced yourself for impact, fully expecting to be torn, just like the demons.

All of a sudden, you felt a weight against your legs, pressing into your chest; a weight, but not a pain. You opened your eyes carefully, your mind going blank at the sight you saw. He was lying, lying against the steps, wings folded back as his head rested against your lap. His claws lay carefully at your side, as if afraid to touch you, the heat of his breath noticeable even through your clothing.

You were stunned, stunned and clueless to what was going on. His head moved as if nudging you or… was he… nuzzling you? Your heartbeat slowed, shoulders relaxing as your body slowly began to accept that you were no longer in danger. Your legs flopped under his weight, resting against the cool stone as he pushed himself further into you, taking care not to pierce you with his horns.

You tentatively reached your hand towards his face, pressing your hand against the base of one of his larger horns, and began to stroke, as if you were stroking his hair. Adrenaline was still coursing through your veins, your mind unfocused yet somehow craving the feel of the hard surface.

You passed your hand over the hot looking crown between his horns, surprised at how cool it was to the touch. You pulled your hand back as a sudden deep noise reverberated through his chest; must have hit a nerve. His head twitched seconds later, moving to connect your hand back to him, as you started slowly stroking again.

The noise returned, but this time, you smiled. You recognised his behaviour, as much as you’d try to deny it, but your know how your cat does the same thing. Following your hand when you stopped petting too early for his liking, how he would lean into your touch when you hit the right spot and, how he would purr when he was content.

As hard as it was to believe, Dante was currently resting on your lap, fully triggered after mercilessly killing a demon, purring as you stroked his scales.

Suddenly, the deep rumbling sound became one of comfort as you closed your eyes, letting it overtake your senses. You could feel the vibrations against your legs, you let its sound fill your ears, drowning out the wailing of sirens and bangs of backfiring engines, and enjoyed the feel of his fur like scales against the palm of your hand.

You noticed a sudden shift of weight and a change in texture against your fingers as you opened your eyes, seeing Dante in his human form still with his head against you, as you carefully ran your fingers through his locks.

The purring sound continued, but much less intense, more akin to a snore but in his chest rather than his throat. You heard muffled speech against your legs before you moved your hand, smiling as he turned to face you.

“No more walking home alone at night, capiche? Thought I'd…. thought I’d lost you for a moment there. Thought I didn’t fly fast enough.” his arms moved from your sides to wrap tightly around your waist as you let out a slight gasp, heat rushing to your face.

“I’m… still here… thanks to you; again.” You leaned your head back against the door, breathing a sigh of relief as your body finally settled, the moment of respite allowing the tears you’d been holding back to run free down your cheeks. Dante pressed his face back into you, turning away from your gaze.

“It’s cold. We should probably head ins-”

“Just…. Just a little longer…. Please,” you interrupted, feeling his expression shift to a smirk against you.

“You got it. I tend to run pretty warm anyway, we should be good for a bit. But erm… can we not, mention this around Verge? Can’t be throwin’ more fuel into the fire, ya know.” You chuckled, returning your hand to his hair as you threaded the soft locks between your fingers.

“You know he’ll just find out anyway somehow. It’s kinda creepy how he always does that.”

“Yeah well, might as well delay the inevitable for a little at least.”

Maybe Dante made you feel afraid once, but you know you’d never be afraid of him again after this.

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Pls let me... pet the demon...

#dmc #devil may cry #dante x reader #dante #fanfic #fluff #demon purring #ask

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holylangdon · 5 years

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Sweet Creature (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Request: N/A

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Outpost!Michael, Maybe OOC Michael, Michael lowkey getting off on making the reader open up to him, sexual tension (maybe), mentions of death and black magic/resurrection, reader sold her soul/married Satan

Word Count: 895

A/N: this is the first ahs-related thing i’ve written in about six months so please... don’t bully me too hard. also let me just take a second and plug my multifandom sideblog @mhysaisamaster. i post mainly mcu & got fanfic there but i’m open to write for a bunch of other fandoms.

“Hmm...” Michael looked over you, carefully drinking in every little detail about you. Your hair, your eyes, your body. The way your lips moved oh so eloquently when you spoke, the way your hips swayed when you walked past him, the way you crossed your legs when you sat down before him . Every detail was important to him. To his father, even.

He came to stand in front of you as you sat below him in the plush red chair, your eyes trained on his perfectly shiny black leather boots. They looked expensive, likely designer. That word could easily describe Michael entirely.

Expensive.

“Why did you do this?” He asked, his voice firm. He was curious, and completely enthralled by you and your story, yet remained stern in his interrogation. “Why did you do the ritual?”

“I wanted to bring someone back from the dead. I knew the price, but I was willing to do anything.” You quietly confessed. You could feel the red hot blush creeping from your neck to your cheeks as you told him, the Son of Satan himself, why you married his father. The idea was silly, you knew that. You can’t bring someone back from the dead. It’s not right, and it’s not possible, at least not in the way you wanted. You didn’t know that then, but now, as you sat here below the Prince of the Underworld, soulless and inspected, you couldn’t shake the idea.

“Now, that’s what I’m looking for. So tell me, Y/N, who was it?”

His question was simple. But as he asked, you felt your mouth go dry, unable to respond. Your eyes fell to the ground as he loomed over you, his eyes focused on your body. Silence. A deafening silence.

“Who did you love enough to attempt to resurrect? To trade your own soul away, to enter the unknown...” You could hear the heels of his boots clicking slightly as he paced the room, deep in thought. The boy was eager to get to the core of this, his mind racing a mile a minute as he connected the dots you’d left for him. His father hadn’t told him anything more than the simple fact that you’d been promised to him, that you were the perfect person to stand by his devilish side in his earthly conquest to bring about the end of the world. You were his own personal little mystery, a “choose your own adventure” book just waiting to be read by him. “You said you knew the consequences. The books were perfectly clear about that. Did you think it simply didn’t apply to you? Did you overlook it, for the sake of it? Perhaps you didn’t fully understand... No, you’re far more intelligent than that, Y/N. You could never.”

“Sir-”

“Michael. You may call me Michael.” He interrupted you, beginning to walk closer and closer to your chair. Your body grew tense as he approached, nervous with anticipation. “Seeing as your soul is committed to me now, I think we’re past that.”

Michael brought his hand to rest on the arm of your chair as he leaned onto one knee to meet your level. Between your thighs, his knee rested, causing you to shift slightly to avoid him. Not from discomfort. No, something else entirely, and he could sense it. You were attracted to the man, even as he interrogated you like this, prying your heart open. You were afraid that if you let him touch you like that, you’d fall in head first and it didn’t take much for him to figure that out.

His thumb ran over your soft skin, along your cheek, before coming to grasp your chin softly. Bringing your eyes to meet his own baby blues as he leaned even closer to you. You could feel his breath against you as he began to speak, burning hot.

“A lover.”

The genuine look of shock on your face, the way your eyes widened with surprise as he guessed the answer to his own question. How your nails dug into your clothed skin and your how your chest began moving quicker as your breathing became ragged. He brought his hand to rest on your thigh, feeling your emotions in the air. Nostalgia, frustration, your swirling fear of what’s to come.

“What a foolish thing to do, Y/N... And for a lover, no less.” His hand came to lay on your thigh, the other still holding your chin. “You wanted him back, so badly to hold him in your arms just one more time... So tell me, how did it end?”

“I drove a knife through his heart because I couldn’t stand to see him so empty.” You took a deep breath, feeling like a ton of bricks had been lifted off of you. You’d never admitted that to anyone before. Not a single soul, dead or alive, knew your deepest, most terrifying secret. But now Michael did... And God, it felt good.

A wicked smile crossed his lips as he tilted his head slightly, acknowledging your confession. He savored the crimson taste on his tongue, the taste of your honesty. It was becoming more and more apparent by the minute that his father had been correct; Michael needed you by his side as he ravaged the earth.

You would be the one to save him.

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Reward and Punishment

Prompt : Anonymous said — “i love your writing so much 💕 could you please do a scenario where yuta throatfucks the reader? sorry if this is different than your usual scenarios 😅 it’s okay if you don’t want to”

Character : Nakamoto Yuta — NCT

Warning(s) : Poorly written smut, also keep in mind that English is not my first language so please excuse my rookie mistakes. Heavily implied dom/sub relationship, rough sex, very lowkey daddy kink (no age regression shit, the reader literally just calls Yuta ‘daddy’ like twice).

Author’s note : Ok so… it’s actually stated in the rules that I don’t accept scenario requests because I had bad experiences doing that on my other scenario blog, but like. Yuta was my ultimate bias for 6 months before Chanyeol came back to take his rightful place, and I’m still incredibly biased towards him. Plus, as a submissive hoe myself, I just could not pass up the opportunity to write this. However, it’s gonna be shorter than what I usually go for (a minimum of 3k). Hope you still enjoy it !

Word count : 1,485 words

(Credits for the gif go to nakamotens)

You were already so far gone when Yuta pulled you inside the maintenance closet backstage that you didn’t even wince when your knees forcefully hit the concrete floor, unable to fight back your boyfriend’s strength as he pushed you down to your knees. You knew he was pissed just from the brutal way he was manhandling you, with reason to be; it was your fault if he ended up in this state. You deserved the punishment that was about to come, and you were ready to take it — it was part of this whole game, after all. With good actions came a reward. With bad ones came punishment. You knew this. You had gone over the rules so many times before. You knew this, and yet, you still decided that coming to see him perform backstage despite your relationship being a secret was a good idea. And really, that wasn’t even bad compared to what you did afterwards, when his other members were busy getting into their costumes or getting their hair and makeup done. That had been the last straw.

In retrospect, you had no clue why you thought openly teasing him, cornering him on one side of the room where everyone else with a keen eye could’ve seen you slide your hand under his pants to grab his length, was even a good idea to begin with. You wanted to help him relax and momentarily forgot that you two were not alone, you guessed, and you had felt incredibly bold in that moment. Yuta was about to make you regret that. And he was about to remind you that touching him without his permission, in public on top of that, went absolutely against the rules you had set at the beginning of the relationship. Rules you clearly had forgotten, apparently.

The door of the small utility room closed behind him, completely engulfing you in the dark. Yuta didn’t waste time taking his phone out of his back pocket to turn the flashlight on and propped up the device on one of the grey metal shelving unit on the right side of you. You stood in position, on your knees, hands carefully placed under your thighs, in the fold of your knees; ready to take whatever he had in store for you. The palpable sexual tension in the air coupled by the way the light hit the side of his face, making him look more menacing than he was, made you audibly gulp.

Yuta brought his hand to your jaw, tilting your head up so you could look at him. “You’re in so much trouble, kitten,” he breathed, voice reprimanding yet soft, caring, letting you know he wasn’t truly mad at you. With the hand holding your jaw, he pinched your head under your chin and nearly yanked it forward so your nose was almost touching the very apparent bulge in his tight leather pants. “Can you see what you did ? I’m afraid you’re gonna have to fix that, sweetheart. What do you think, huh ?”

His tight grip on your jaw made it difficult to move your lips to form coherent words. “Yes daddy,” you mumbled in agreement, nodding your head as much as you could. Yuta seemed satisfied of your answer and let you go, and you fell back into your initial position. Your boyfriend’s hands flew to his belt, and despite your clouded mind, you could guess what he was about to do. Your mouth nearly watered at the thought.

“You’re going to stay like that,” he explained, tone commanding — this sent shivers of pleasure down your spine, and you could feel your panties getting soaked more and more as time passed by. Yuta took a step forward and grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back forcefully, making you yelp. You could feel your eyes water at the corners, but you enjoyed the pain. The tip of his hard cock was pressed against your lips, but you patiently waited for his order, not daring to do anything, because that’s what good girls do. “I don’t want you to move unless I make you. I don’t want you to make a sound unless I ask you a direct question. I’m going to use you for my own pleasure like the little fucktoy you are, because this is how you deserve to be treated for what you did. If you manage to do that, you’ll get a reward tonight when we get home. Have I made myself understood ?”

“Yes, daddy,” you replied, voice trembling in lust and anticipation.

“Remind me your safeword ?”

“消防車*,” you answered immediately, and Yuta’s grip on your hair softened a bit so he could pet it in approval.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, and almost immediately after, his iron grip was back on your hair, preventing you from moving. “Open up.”

You obliged, tasting the precum smeared on your lips. You almost hummed in content, but you remembered his rule. No sound. You fought against it, and soon enough, Yuta’s cock hit the back of your throat. It took everything in your not to gag around his length, and it became even harder when Yuta decided to stand still, his cock quickly blocking any air from entering. You tried to focus on your breathing, but it was hard, because you didn’t even have the proper ability to focus on anything, lust clouding your judgement and you felt yourself completely slip into subspace, cutting all contact you had remaining with reality. Yuta pulled out, giving you about two seconds to breathe before he pushed his cock down your throat again, thrusting in and out of you at a pace that would leave your throat incredibly sore after this. But you let it happen, and you enjoyed every bit of it; enjoyed being used like an object, enjoyed the feeling of choking around his dick and being unable to breathe, enjoyed being stripped of every sense except the taste of his precum on your tongue.

Soon enough you started seeing stars, tears running down your cheeks from how good it hurt, until you found yourself deprived of that sensation when he pulled out again. You gasped for air, your lungs hurting as well, but you didn’t care. “You okay ?” Yuta checked, and you could only nod, too out of breath to speak. With that, his cock was back in your mouth, his thrusts following the same relentless pace he had set before, and you were so far gone in your own arousal that you almost missed it when he finally came, releasing his warm cum deep down your throat. “Swallow.” He wouldn’t have even needed to ask, but the fact that he did peaked your arousal even more. You were sure you could cum just from this, but you knew you couldn’t, because he didn’t allow you to. This wasn’t about you this time.

Yuta kept his softening dick inside your mouth until you had completely milked him dry before finally pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants. He wasted no time wiping your tears away with his sleeve, crouching down in front of you so he could look you eye to eye and make sure you were okay. He let you catch your breath, holding you by the arms so you stopped swaying back and forth from exhaustion, and kept murmuring praises and sweet nothings until you were finally brought back to earth. When you did, you first instinct was to smile wildly at him in pure bliss, making him smile back just as wildly.

“You did so well, princess. I promise you’ll get your reward tonight.” He kissed you on the forehead and helped you back to your feet, combing his fingers through your hair that he had messed up earlier by tugging on it so harshly to make sure you would look at least somewhat presentable when you two would get out. “You understand why you were punished, don’t you ?”

You nodded. “Because I touched you without your permission. And I wasn’t careful about keeping our relationship a secret to anyone outside your group as we agreed.”

“Very good. Speaking of them,” Yuta chuckled, taking his phone back to turn the light off and look at the time. “They might be looking for me at the moment. The performance starts in ten minutes. You’re gonna be okay on your own ?”

You nodded, humming your positive answer. Yuta wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing your two bodies together. “I’m sure you’re gonna be amazing as always.”

“What did I do to deserve you ?” Yuta whispered against your lips, more to himself than anyone else, and kissed you with all the love he had for you. It almost made your knees give up on you, but his grip on your waist kept you grounded.

*Shōbōsha means firetruck in Japanese. Because why not. Whoop whoop whoop~

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