do you think that since sunday was so used to ruling the dreamscape and making sure to realign people straying from the Family values that he'll sometimes walk into other peoples dreams post charmony festival.
do you think he ever ends up wandering into your dreams, where you as your sleeping think hes apart of the dream. and bc its a dream and youve had dreams about him before dream you just assume its dream sunday and you pout over how hes late to your date before dragging him all around wherever your dream is located.
do you think he has trouble looking you in the eye the first day after he stumbles into one of them. do you think he ends up stumbling into them more and more because he likes you and in your dreams you are so honest about how you feel about him.
do you think one day he slips up and greets you good morning with a kiss. do you think he doesnt even realise what he did because it felt so natural until one of the others (probably march) squeals over it and he turns as red as a cherry and hides his face in his wings.
The DMC Guys w/ Their Crush Falling Asleep on Their Shoulder:
Dante:
Smuggest little shit in the whole world. You will absolutely not be hearing the end of this whenever this happens, especially after the first time. He's just so pleased with himself. Because we all know Dante would be the type to try and playfully tease his crush as a way to convey his flirting while trying to play it smooth while simultaneously feeling out the vibe of his crush, even if he's known them a fair while.
Man has such cursed luck when it comes to not just women but also his love life as a whole that he knows to be cautious when also trying to not push his luck.
Though on the flipside its the only cover he has to hide the fact that on the inside he has simultaneously died and ascended at the same time the first time this happens. There's nothing Dante loves more than just little intimate moments like these. Granted he'd gladly take any moment of intimacy from the person he's pining for, but something like this is a moment he cherishes all too much.
Plus, he likes seeing this more vulnerable side to them, having secretly had those late night thoughts of them sharing a bed together and just having moments like these. Plus, honestly he's quietly celebrating that they evidently feel comfortable around him enough to fall asleep.
As mildly surprised as he is about it at first, Dante has also never felt more touched knowing the person he pines for evidently trusts him enough to sleep not just beside him, but on him too. He makes a point to move as little as possible in fear of waking you up. It would be such a crime and a shame to wake them up, especially with how cute they look while being so peacefully snuggled up on his shoulder like that.
Besides, if they're gonna snooze on his shoulder and keep him from doing anything else, it's only right that he joins them too, right?
Vergil:
Vergil.exe has stopped computing. Rebooting. Rebooting.
Vergil would most likely to be the type where if it were anyone else, you know they'd likely be getting a hell of an annoyed glare by the time they wake up. That, or they'd be carefully moved to sleep in a different position at least. Granted you still may get a small lecture even as his crush if you've been neglecting your body and not getting enough rest. It's a lecture out of love and concern he swears.
Though, fortunately for his crush, they unknowingly have a number of benefits with Vergil. And fortunately getting to peacefully sleep on his shoulder gets to be one of them.
Fortunately with being half devil, both him and Dante are basically living furnaces, so he can't entirely blame them for deciding to make him their nearest pillow. Doesn't mean he at all knows how to react at first when it happens, of course. It wouldn't be surprising if he froze up at first, determined to not move a muscle to risk waking you up and having an even more awkward moment to deal with.
Congrats, you get to have sleeping-cat-on-lap privileges. And unless there is an emergency great enough to warrant him moving, Vergil is likely not going to budge an inch as mentioned. Man would probably have a book on hand anyway to read while you slept, moving ever so carefully as he did.
He does ponder about what to say when you do inevitably wake up, going over various scenarios in his head so as not to make a fool out of either of you. The last thing he needs is to give Dante or even Nero any material for future teasing.
Dante finding out about his not-so-secret pining was a headache enough with what he gets every time you're somehow brought up in conversation. The walls and furniture of Dante's shop have scarcely known a stay of not being impaled since.
Much like his brother, Vergil has secretly thought about little moments like this, little private moments of intimacy and trust the two of you might share; especially on late nights and gloomy rainy days that are perfect for cuddling on the sofa while Vergil reads. Preferably reading to you if you'd be interested in listening, even if its just something to help you fall asleep.
It's one of his favorite day dreams that always fills his chest with a warm and pleasant flutter (even compared to the ones that leave him preoccupied with the last minute cold showers that last much longer than usual).
Nero:
Similar to Vergil, Nero has that awkward moment where he's not entirely sure what to do, eventually going the route where he tries to play it cool and act like it's no big deal or anything. Not like his heart is secretly racing what feels like a million miles an hour while he tries to "get his head together."
So long as nothing big is going on, he'll likely try to find something to keep his mind occupied while you blissfully slept. No point in getting more flustered than he already was, and god forbid Nico or Dante saw him like this. He'd never hear the end of it knowing them.
Nero would undoubtedly try to make sure there was little noise around while you did, even giving Nico the stink eye if she decides to be her usual loud self. Hell, the teasing will be tolerable if she can at least do it when you're not around and definitely not while you're passed out on his shoulder. If you saw him as flushed and embarrassed as he was, he think he might just spontaneously combust on the spot. Or at least he quietly hopes he will anyway.
Is definitely the type where he'd try to find ways to make you more comfortable while you sleep. Are you shivering at all? He'll try and carefully get a blanket (though will probably end up getting some silent support from Kyrie--we do love a good wing-woman).
Does you neck look a little uncomfortable? Cue Nero trying to carefully reposition you as best he can so you don't wake up with a sore as hell neck. Last thing he needs is you to wake up with a massive crick in your neck from falling asleep on him wrong of all things. He wants to be associated with nice things; especially when it comes to feeling comfortable to sleep against him like this.
Despite his best attempts to play it off later like it's no big deal by the time you wake up, it's hard not to see his adorably flushed face as he smiles. If nothing else, it will certainly be one of those rare moments he'll treasure for as long as possible. Now, if only he could work up the nerve to confess and ask you out properly...
nsfw Lily x reader; first time, thigh riding, tit sucking, cunnilingus, hair pulling, cum swapping, teasing, mentions of aftercare, wrote this with chubby Lily Evans and reader in mind but can be read as otherwise
Lily has you in her lap, hands grabbing at your hips, moving them back and forth against her thigh. Her kisses are sweet and intoxicating. She would be perfectly content with staying like this on the couch, you in her arms, so close to coming undone. You don't share the same sentiment.
"Does that feel good, lovie?" Lily asks as she detaches herself from your lips for the first time in what felt like forever.
"Mhm." you nod, eyes refusing to meet hers.
"You sure? If you want something just ask me." she slides her hand to the back of your neck, giving you a light massage.
You shiver sightly and let out a sigh.
"I just want you to feel good too." you say in a tone barely above a whisper.
"I am feeling good, gorgeous." She reassures you.
"I know, it's just that I'm not really doing anything." You explain, fidgeting with her necklace. Your initial front and center on her chest, sending the message "mine".
"What is it that you wanna do?" she asks with the most patient and tender voice.
To be honest, you're not entirely sure. You want to touch her, to feel her writhe underneath you but how can you do that when you can't even tell her what you want?
"Hey." Lily's soft voice pulls you out of your thoughts. It's always had that soothing effect that shook you to your core.
You met her eyes for the first time. She smiles softly at you and begins to sit up on the couch. You raise your hips slightly to give her more room and watch as she lifts her shirt over her head.
"Could you get my bra for me, please?"
You do as told, your hands finding their way behind Lily. You have barely any trouble unclasping her bra despite the slight shake in your hands.
Your heart drops to your stomach. You know realistically, you're allowed to look but something internally prevents you from gazing anywhere but her face.
Lily lets out a small giggle. She grabs your wrist softly, bringing your hand to her chest.
"Don't be shy, love." she bites her lips, her face getting redder with each second that passes.
It only now occurs to you that it's Lily's first time too. She shouldn't have to lead you both through this experience.
You nod as confidently as you can muster.
You look down at her breasts. They're beautiful and littered in freckles. As perverted as you may sound, you've always found her boobs to be captivating. It was no surprise that they looked even better bare.
You take in a deep breath and finally muster up all the courage in your body to move your hands. You cup her tits, your hands still for an awkward moment before you proceed.
You squeeze and rub them softly while Lily watches you. Her hands begin to slide up and down your sides. Not enough to tickle but just enough to send chills down your spine. You lightly rub your thumbs over her nipples. Lily jumps slightly, looking into your eyes. She pouts up at you. You take that as a good sign.
You turn your attention completely on her nipples. You pull and twist at them, watching her face contort and her breath hitch. She squirms beneath you, her back arching as she grabs onto your hips harshly. Her fingers dig so deep you can barely tell there's fabric separating you.
"This is no fair. You can't have all the fun." she grunts.
She wastes no time in removing your clothes, leaving your chest bare. She smiles at her quick work, looking at your timid but eager countenance.
"You're beautiful." she says, captivated.
You can only get out a hurried "No, you." before you're pouncing on her. You kiss her with vigor while you grind on her thigh. Your breasts are pressed into each others. Something about it makes your heart swell.
"You taste so fucking good." you moan, attempting to make your way back to Lily's lips but she takes ahold of your jaw.
"I can think of something that might taste better." she says through labored breaths.
"Lay back for me." she instructs.
You oblige eagerly. Your heart is pounding as you struggle to keep your face neutral, wanting nothing more than to have Lily between your legs.
Lily unbuttons your pants, sliding them as well as your panties off. She lightly takes ahold of your thighs, spreading them expectantly. She gives you a cute, shy smile before looking back down between your legs. You lay your head back, staring at the ceiling, allowing Lily the room to do whatever she pleases. You feel a soft peck on your inner thigh. Followed by another and another, each time making it's way closer to your pussy. You feel Lily move slightly, her breath so close it drives you crazy. She moves in closer, just inches away from where you want her most. For a second, there's nothing just the sound of each other's unsteady breaths and then you feel a long stroke from bottom to top. Your breath catches in your throat and you hear Lily hum as her lips attack your clit.
The feeling is new and a bit overwhelming but you'd give anything for her not to stop. Her tongue is so soft and wet. The way it glides so delicately across the bundle of nerves sends you into a frenzy. Your eyes close and your mouth is left agape as you bask in the feeling. Your hips move up to meet Lily's tongue and you feel a vibration run through you as Lily giggles at your eagerness.
You writhe as she sucks and rolls her tongue against the pearl. The various patterns she creates makes you feel akin to a canvas surrendering itself to their painters flesh.
It all becomes too much too quickly. You can barely keep your back on the couch, your breathing is heavy and your hands flail around before they rest on the crown of Lily's head.
She gives a questioning hum, tilting her head to look up at you without breaking contact with your clit. She watches your face intently, how your eyes squint and you take deep inhales followed by shaky exhales. You watch as a exhilarated glint appears in her eyes before she goes back to work.
You lay your head back as you feel heat begin to pool in your lower abdomen. Lily's hands leave your thighs, finding their way to your tits. Payback, you assume. She plucks and teases as if her mouth wasn't causing enough damage to your body. Now it's almost unbearable. Almost. Your toes curl and you resist the urge to close your thighs around Lily's perfect, pretty head. The knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter. You close your eyes and take one last deep breath before the sensation comes flooding in forcefully.
Your legs begin to shake and your back is now completely hovering above the couch. You grab onto Lily's hand that's still terrorizing your tit while your other hand grabs at Lily's hair, tugging a bit harsher than you'd anticipated. She groans but never relents her attack on your clit, watching the way your body goes from flailing about to twitching every now and then.
Once you've stopped moving and your breathing begins to regulate, Lily makes her way up your body, your hand still loosely tangled in her hair.
"I'm sorry." you say, retracting your hand.
Lily smiles at you blithely.
"I'm not."
Her soulful, green eyes meet yours and your heart melts. The feeling of her soft body melding into yours makes your head all fuzzy. The curves of your bodies just fit together so perfectly. Your hand begins to draw figures on Lily's back making her squirm. You move your leg, it no longer feels like jelly. You sit up a bit, preparing to return the favor. Before you can get the words out from your lips, Lily speaks.
"Taste yourself." she demands as she leans in for a kiss.
Her tongue gently finds its way between your lips, allowing you to taste the remnants of yourself in her spit. She lays you back on the couch, kiss you hungrily. You grab at her hips, making her grind against your thigh.
"Your turn." you say before flipping you both over, taking Lily by surprise.
You find a home in Lily's neck as you kiss and nibble at her soft, warm skin. Lily sighs happily, relaxing her muscles as she relishes in your lips, your tongue, your teeth.
You drag your kisses down, down, down, stopping at her sternum. You lift your head mildly, looking at Lily as she bites down on her already swollen lips. She looks so divine, heavenly and yet under it all you can sense the tainted, corrupted urges running through her mind and body. You want nothing more than to give into those urges.
You dip down, keeping your feral eyes on Lily's blown out ones as your mouth latches onto Lily's nipple. You examine the way every muscle in her face contorts as her lips are parted. The feeling of her chest heaving rapidly as your teeth graze across the sensitive bud fills you with a sense of self-satisfaction that you would otherwise shame yourself for feeling.
The euphoric sensation of her pleasure left you brash. Kisses down her stomach quickly turned to bites that would certainly leave marks and before you knew it you had made your way to the waistband of her jeans. You wasted no time unbuttoning them, sliding them delicately down her legs, pulling at the hem of each leg so that they didn't come off inside out. You take Lily in as she's left in nothing else but white cotton panties.
You rub the insides of her thigh, inching closer and closer to the spot she wants most. She lets out a soft whine not intended for your ears but it only spurs you on. You play with her panties, pulling on the waistband and watching it snap back into place, leaving a redness behind on Lily's fragile skin. Your hand hovers over her pussy, teasingly moving up and down. Lily finds herself bucking up into your hand, attempting to chase after the release that you refuse her. You move your hand and watch as she pouts at you.
"You've got to be kidding me. I didn't tease you." she complains, red in the face.
"'m sorry, my love. Just having some fun." you say, doing nothing to hide the sly smirk etched across your face.
"Here, lemme help you out of those"
You slide her panties off meticulously, pretending not to hear Lily huff in impatience. Lily spreads her legs wide for you, nothing but determination in her eyes. You lay down on your stomach, making yourself comfortable. You look at her pussy, a bit intimidated but the desire you feel swallows any insecurity in your head. You want, no, need Lily to feel good. You were determined to make her feel good. You wanted her to cum on your tongue in an overwhelming swirl of undeniable, staggering love and lust. You wanted to leave her skin tainted and her mind void of anything but the yearning of your body. You needed to prove yourself. You needed her to want more.
You don't hesitate. You can't. It just looks too tantalizing not to dive in. You're a bit sloppy but passionate. Licking and sucking and lapping at her like an animal in the desert. You lose yourself in the taste of her, wanting, craving more. You listen to the whimpers and whines of Lily above you and they only enrapture you, encourage you. You swear you could stay like that for hours but all good things must come to an end.
Lily curls in on herself, she takes in a deep breath and then there's nothing but silence for one, two, three seconds, followed by a loud, uncharacteristic sob as her body begins to shake. You continue your abuse on her swollen clit, riding out her orgasm, reveling in the taste of her cum on your tongue. It's not long before Lily pushes your head away from her pussy a bit more harshly than she meant to, but you take it in good stride. You rest your hand on her knee, rubbing your thumb over the bone as Lily catches her breath. She lets out a giggle, staring at the ceiling in pure bliss. She hums to herself before looking down at you.
You two share a giddy smile, echoing a small "hi" each others' way. Lily motions you to come closer. You crawl up her body, burrowing your head in the dip of her neck, your breathing in sync with hers.
"How about we take a nice hot bath together, yeah?" Lily says. Her fingers feel so comforting grazing your back lightly. You sigh, blissfully.
"That sounds wonderful" you move your head from her neck, looking into her enchanting eyes "but first, taste yourself."
Chapters: 17/?
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd/My Unit | Byleth, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Summary:
Consumed by grief over Dimitri’s miserable end at Gronder Field, Byleth musters the last of her power to go back in time to his childhood and prevent the tragedies that befall him all throughout his life.
Unbeknownst to her, Dimitri still has a darkness innate to him—only this time, he’s hell-bent on making his beloved tutor Byleth his and his alone.
Warnings: Dream’s villain arc, injury, manipulation of minors, fluff to angst
Word count: 0.7k
A/N: This is an aging soulmate AU for @losingvienna and @basilly 1k/600 follower event!
Dream has lived far longer than a normal person should for he had never met his soulmate. Yet he knew it was inevitable to find them soon. Perhaps the Dream SMP would finally be the answer.
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
Months ticked by as Dream stood on a overlook, watching his fellow members romp around the vast lands of the SMP. His thoughts clouded his mind, how will he ever find you? How will he ever know that he found his soulmate?
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
Dream had first seen you in the community house chatting idly with Sapnap. Your smile lit up the world around him as you turned to meet his gaze. You gave him a shy wave and he waved back, a small smile making its way to his face.
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
He approached you with vigor, hiding his anxiousness behind the mask, “I’m Dream welcome to the SMP.”
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
You and Dream talked for hours that day and he knew that you were special, perhaps you were his soulmate. That night he swore to himself he would do anything to protect you.
Every breath
Every hour has come to this
A year has passed and you and Dream became close, holding each other up through the entirety of the hardships of war. You both stood on a hill in serenity, the sunset casting a warm glow upon you both. Dream then turned to gently caress your face as he lovingly gazed at you, “Can I kiss you?”
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
“Marry me Y/N.” It took you by surprise as Dream knelt down in the middle of your living room holding an elegant ring. “I know this isn’t an ideal proposal but you’re the one, my soulmate. I know, and you probably do too, that we’re already both aging together. I finally found you after all these years, marry me.” Your eyes teared up as you let out a cry of happiness, “Yes Dream, yes! I’ll marry you!”
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
Dream was slipping, that much you knew. He would always visit you with new wounds and few words. And all you could do was stand by and watch him become less of who he is each day.
One step closer
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
“DREAM!” Your cries echoed in the room as he tormented Tommy and Tubbo. He swiveled to see you and the others of the SMP emerge from the nether portal. His cold gaze was fixed on your left hand where the glimmering band sat. “You shouldn’t be here Y/N. This has nothing to do with you.” Your tears flowed freely as you watched him get backed into a corner with one thought in your mind. He isn’t your Dream.
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
You fiddled with your ring as the curtain of lava opened to reveal a shell of a person, “Dream…” His face snapped up to meet your devastated eyes, “Y/N…” You felt the tears well up in your eyes again, millions of questions flooding your mind. You watched, shaking, as his form wobbled to stand. Dream gently cupped your face in his hands and with a broken smile he spoke softly, “I love you.”
imagine you are a xianzhou native and you are yingxings darling, the rest of the high cloud quintet either dont see a problem with it (dan feng & jingliu), look the other way (baiheng) or are unaware (jing yuan) that you aren't with yingxing by choice–or at least, didn't choose to stay with him once he got all controlling and hyper possessive.
you know that you just have to wait a few decades until yingxing dies to be free, you just have to behave until hes gone and then you can run away from the other hcq members and blame the "falling out" on your "grief" so you dont have to be around the people that either knowingly or unknowingly encouraged yingxings behaviour towards you. the only one of them you cant find it in yourself to hate is little jing yuan, whose being raised by such horrible people that the entire xianzhou praises as heroes.
then baiheng dies first and jingliu becomes marastruck, jing yuan has to go off to fight jingliu and yingxing is busy doing something with dan feng. this is of course the perfect time to run away but what if yingxing comes back in the middle of you escaping, what if he does something drastic to get you to stay that will last longer than he will live you cant risk that not when youre so close to being free.
the sedition happens and you dont know whats going, all you know is what the ten lords comission deems it necessary to tell you. your "loving husband" yingxing died during the sedition of imbibitor lunae, and said vidyadhara has been locked up in the shackling prison sentenced to rebirth.
what a relief, what joyous news. not only are you free of that husband of yours, but all his enablers are gone as well except for the kid that didnt even know what was happening. and obviously between your "grief" and jing yuan's grief its only natural if your "friendship" falls apart and neither of you communicate anymore. you because even if you dont hate jing yuan for what he didnt realise he was encouraging you cant stand the sight of him, jing yuan because his rosy coloured memories make him feel guilty he isnt allowed to tell you yingxing still lives on as blade.
you pack all your things up and move to another xianzhou ship. not the zhuming where yingxing had moved to the luofu from, not the fanghu (even if you could) where all the vidyadhara would remind you of dan feng who had encouraged yingxing the most, not the yaoqing where so many foxians would make you think of baiheng who had been the reason yingxing lived long enough to even meet you.
no, you move to the xianzhou yuque. you join the divination commission, something that none of them had been involved in; something fresh that gave you no reminders of the hcq unlike healing or artisanship or fighting or pilotjng. nice clean numbers and star charts, calm relaxing days far away from the battlefield and because you dont want to risk hearing about jing yuan you dont pay attention to the news from the other ships.
you duck your head in the metaphorical sand and settle in at the yuque, centuries passing you by in endless calculations and the strings of destiny pulled just right to avoid anyone getting close enough to you to do what yingxing did to you ever again.
then madam yao guang comes to you and asks–politely orders–you to go with her to planarcadia alongside her and tingyun, and you agree because what else are you supposed to do when the general of the ship you live in asks a favour of you.
you, who hasnt paid attention to any news from outside the yuque since you had moved there. you, who gets separated at some point from tingyun and then has madam yao disappear on you. you, who some aggressive imagenae end up locking onto and doesnt know how to fight. you, who runs away from them hoping to find tingyun or for madam yao to reappear suddenly like she is known to do.
you, who frantically divines what the safest path is away from the imagenae. you, who ends up cornered in a grimy back alley eyes shut tight in fear thinking your skills in divination had finally failed you. you, who feels something wet and warm splash on your cheek making you open your eyes and see...
him.
see yingxing staring at you, looking almost the exact same as he had the first time the two of you met so many centuries ago. the only difference is his eyes, now a burning flame instead of the cool indigo which had entrapped you.
yingxing, who reaches out that familiar arrogant condescension sparking in his eyes when your trembling increases yet you do not run away from him, still his good little pet even after so long apart from one another. his thumb wipes something from your cheek and when he pulls his hand back you can see it is blood, blood that he licks off before stepping closer to you.
yingxing, your vile husband who isnt as dead as you had been told he was. yingxing who gathers your unresisting form up in his arms, holding you against his side and tucking your head into his neck as he leaves the alleyway behind. yingxing, whose arms the threads of destiny had lead you running back into.
blade, who isn't about to let imbibitor lunae or the xianzhou cost him you a second time. blade your loving husband, who is never letting you out of his sight ever again.
he will kill you himself before he lets anyone take you away from him again.
im not getting my laptop out youre all getting unedited splade wound fondling bc of this post and youre going to like it okay. okay?
wc; 3.8k
cw: the aforementioned wound fondling, allusions to past grievous injuries, wound fondling, allusions to being incapable of experiencing the state of death in any capacity, wound fondling, blade is a freak that is turned on by blood, wound fondling, spade isnt much better frankly, WOUND FONDLING, this is canonically their first time having sex together, wound fondling, stellaron hunters and topaz mention, did i mention the wound fondling enough yet for you to be warned
It happens on the way to Thalassa heading for Insumousu, after completing another "script" with Blade. Another group of swords to lay to rest in hand, destined for the lonely shores of the island the Thalassan people have gifted to Blade, no. From what Blade had said they had gifted it to "Yingxing" when he first showed up swords in hand, giving him an island to lay his creations and the souls attached to rest in thanks for his part in driving the borisin from the planet all those centuries ago.
Trailing behind Blade as we walk through the busy streets of a merchant planet we had stopped to restock at, I can't help but stare at his hair as it sways in the wind–my eyes stuck on those crimson strands that match the petals on that tree. Part of me loathes the sight of that crimson and what it took from Yingxing, his choice, his ability to die, his mind.
Selfishly a larger part of me is glad about it, that somehow, someway that tree ended up apart of my husband. Yet at the same time bitter jealousy still claws at my insides, Dan Feng had got to spend a lifetime with our husband in person, Dan Feng had gotten to watch his hair turn silver and the way wrinkles formed in his face. Dan Feng had got to be with our husband, live with him and kiss him and touch him and all I had was one stolen week before I had to flee a place that had felt like home because of a so called "blessing".
And now there was only me, me and the husk of a man that had risen from the ashes of whatever was done to Yingxing.
I slowed down without noticing, eyes trailing over every part of Blade as my heart pulsed faster in my chest. He wasn't Yingxing–I had known that as soon as I met him in person–no, regardless of what Destiny's Slave had promised Blade was his own person; but oh, he was even easier to love than Yingxing and Dan Feng had been–and not because I could stand next to him unlike them.
For all that he refused to admit it and potrayed himself as an unfeeling weapon I knew otherwise, he was soft hearted and simply torn apart by the cruelty of how the universe treated the lives of others. I could see it in the way he indulged the little wolf when she demanded he watch her play her games, the way he would stand and stare at the little flame in her glass prison, even the way he trailed the spider and carried her bags during her shopping sprees.
I know he is, because none of the other hunters except the spider are comfortable enough to pry me about myself and yet I keep waking up after falling asleep in the infirmary to a bowl of pre-cut mango sitting next to me. For all that he is no longer Yingxing, Blade still seems to remember most of the things I had included in my letters.
More than anything, the memory of that tiramisu he has made me and the kiss I had gotten after eating it, is all the proof I need to know that he is gentle.
A smile ghosts along my lips, a vine crawls down my bicep as equilateral petals bloom and fall off. Nearby there is a bang, something flies by my face colliding with a stall, blowing it up and sending the crowd into a frenzy. Right on time.
"After collect the Stellaron from Entyx, on the merchantile planet distance yourself from Blade. The IPC will target you first, it is vital that Blade doesn't court death by shielding you on this mission."
Haaa, how scary! Maybe one day I really would get to see Yingxing again. I think to myself, smile turning into a fang filled grin as across the market Blade whips around; something that almost looks like concern flashing through his crimson eyes.
In barely a blink Dainsleif is in my hands, curling the spiked chain tight around my arm with one hand. Purple blood beads along the metal and seeps into it, my other hand tightens on the kusarigamas handle and with a sharp motion the chain whips out at the approaching IPC agents.
Blood glitters in the air, one second liquid the next second a thousand little thorns digging into the skin as I dart off to meet with Blade. As always Yingxing's last gift to me thrums with satisfaction in my hand, the metal warming then chilling as I tucked it away again.
Blade sighs as I sprint past grabbing his hand, but follows along without complaint as the commotion behind us grows louder. That is where it should have ended, the rest of my script being a blank page; aside from what time the little wolf would pick us up from Insumousu, and how to avoid triggering the Stellaron we had picked up.
It happens as go to leave the merchant planet, our purchases tucked away in Blade's quantum storage unit. My energy flooding into one of the silver rails to take us straight to Thalassa, Blade goes first–just like Yingxing–and once his form disappears I can't help but let out a laugh.
"Death is fuel to the flame [Stellaron], don't let it feed or it will burn out of control."
I should have figured this would happen, when the little wolf had been told she wouldn't need to bring new clothes for Blade along she had looked at the Slave in disbelief. Even the spider and the little flame had seemed surprised, the latter commenting how there was always death on the "scripts" Blade was involved in.
Cold steel pierces my stomach, and a strangled sound escapes me as the electrified end of the glaive flares to life. What a shame for the dogs running my way that this pain was a drop in the bucket of eternity, that wretched aeon does not let it's Beloved Emanator experience death.
Had it been Blade this would have "killed" him for a time, the electrical charge enough to burn out a heart; but there is horrorified recognition blooming on the face of the woman trailed by a warp trotter, and as I tug myself away on the silver rail to Insumousu the last thing I hear is a panicked shout—"All units fall back, the Emanator of Abundance Aconite has joined the Stellaron Hunters! Close the ports!"
Haha, they must think I left a disease behind, like the hundreds I had littered across the planets THEY so adored.
A beautiful sunset greets my eyes when I step foot onto Insumousu, red into yellow into orange that matches Blade's eyes. I can't help but giggle at the thought, finding it unbearably funny for some reason. Then again it was probably the blood loss, just because THEIR blessing meant I was unable to be granted even a temporary death didn't mean my brain appreciated the lack of oxygen.
"What took you so lo…" Blade turns, a faint undercurrent of irritation in his voice only to trail off as he spots me. His eyes widen just the slightest bit, and I can see as his brain practically shuts down; the faint magenta flickers of the spider's web showing up as his mara starts to flare.
"Sorry Blade… some dog thought they could stop me from closing the path behind myself." I shrugged at him as I stood up straighter, swaying slightly as I gripped the glaive and started to remove it. Somehow it had missed every single seal wrapped around my body, it would take a while to heal if I didn't take those off.
Looking at the glaive in my hand my lip curls, what a poor excuse for a weapon. It takes hardly any effort at all to make it fall to pieces, rust rapidly forming until the metal grows brittle and flakes apart under my poisonous touch.
Warm arms catch me as I stumbled forward, my vision winking out briefly body protesting the lack of blood. Looking up my eyes connect with Blade's, his eyebrows are furrowed and the line of his shoulders are tense. There is a scowl on his face as he lowers us to the ground, but I can't help the grin on my face as he lays me across his lap one of his hands cradling my head.
"Why didn't you dodge?" He asks, an emotion I can't name in his eyes as they drift to the gaping wound in my torso. The breeze tickles a little, makimg me giggle before the memory that this could have been the little wolf returns to sober me.
"You were blocking the view," I shrugged, wheezing a little as it makes the wound pulse oodly. It was something to the left of pain, I had had injuries like this thousands of times before I met Yingxing, but it still felt weird sometimes.
"Hm." Blade's free hand trails down my body, down the nice white clothes the spider had gotten to replace the altar garb I'd worn since Destruction had graced my planet. It stops at the edge of my wound, the heat of his body seeping into my body and into the wound as well.
Despite the fact my stomach was currentl patching itself up slowly I could feel the phantom sensation of it twisting, heat filling my body as I stared up at him curiously. I had never seen him so intense before, not even when unknowing civillians would flirt with me on scripts and he would get jealous had he looked so intense.
Ah, but then again he looked a little similiar to when… a shiver ran down my spine at the idea, my heart stuttering inside my chest as his thumb brushed against the edge of the wound. Blade's eyes flared brighter though they were no magenta sparks this time, and a helpless flustered laugh slipped past my lips.
His eyes looked the exact same way after an hour of kissing each other, the sight brought a thought to mind I knew I shouldn't entertain. Not only was it unhygenic, not only had neither of us been ready to move past kissing, but it might even make him disgusted with me if I voiced it.
"Hey Blade," I couldn't help myself, I shouldn't. I shouldn't yet my heart jumps as his eyes snap back to mine, and I can't help the way my lips part filthy, vile words spilling out. "You can put your hand inside me if you want, you can do anything you desire to me Blade."
For a second I almost regret my lack of self control as he stills completely, the faint flickers of shame starting to curl inside me as his hands move to pick me up. The world spins again as he lifts me, and I'm left staring up at him in confusion as he moves as further into the island he was gifted.
Blade stops barely a few minutes later in a thick grove of trees that has a crystal clear river running through it, his hold on me tight as he sits and leans against a large boulder. One of his hands stops me from turning my head to look at him, making me resort to looking in the startlingly clear reflection to see his face.
His expression makes me squirm and Blade doesn't even have to tell me to stop moving before I freeze, my breath catching at the feeling of the tent in his pants. Had he really..? My earlier fear of rejection melts away, heat filling my body as I let him manhandle me into the position he wants.
I probably shouldn't be turned on by this, I can't help but think as I watch his hand approach the wound–half the size it had been–in the river's reflection. I'm unable to scrap up any care for what I "should" be feeling though, breath catching in my throat as his fingers trace the edge of the bloody cavern.
It feels strange, there is no pain, there hasn't been any pain since I was still just a sprout in my garden bed, yet I'm not sure it feels good either. Slowly his fingers skim along the torn skin, and my heart pounds in my chest as two of his fingers slide into the mess.
"Mmn," I can't help but whimper at the feeling, a flush crossing my cheeks at the strange sensations his exploration causes. I've had weapons in my body, I've had other plants in it, I've even had spectral passangers try to steal it from me but all of those things had been annoying at best.
The feeling of Blade's fingers digging into me was something else, strange and unfamiliar but it was his fingers so I welcomed it. Another shudder run down my spine as he curled them, digging them into my torso and making a fresh gush of blood drip from my body. I clung to his arm reflexively, fingers curling into his sleeve as I squeezed my eyes shut. That definetly shouldn't have felt as good as it did, still I whined in complaint as he removed them.
I don't want to open my eyes, don't want to see if that curious fascination on his face had turned to disgust. Slick fingers touch my face, the scent of blood flooding my nose and I have to bit my lip to hold back a flustered whimper.
"Look at me," Blade's voice rumbles behind me, but I can't, I can't. Fear of rejection is a long time friend, but it doesn't make it any easier to overcome. His fingers squeeze my cheeks a little, a sigh that I can feel brush against my neck leaving him.
"Spade, look at me." Blade's voice is firm, deeper than before as he practically growls into my ear, his hand turning my head around.
The sound of my name–a name I hadn't even gotten to hear Yingxing speak aloud before I left the Zhuming, that I had only told him through letters–had my eyes snapping open in surprise. Brown collided with intense burnjng orange as I stared up at him, wide eyed and starting to tremble in his hold.
"Spade," the growl dissapears from Blade's voice, his eyes softening as he looks at me. I can hardly breath as his forehead presses against mine, heart in my throat as his bloody thumb presses against my lips until they part so he can rest in against my tongue. The satisfaction that blooms to life in his eyes makes me whimper again, squirming a little in his lap.
"Blade?" I ask hesitantly when he stays silent, clinging harder to him as he suddenly moves me again. This time he lays me out on my back in the grass, blades of it tickling me as Blade hovers above me an unreadable expression on his face.
His hands are gentle as they run up and down my body, careful as they strip my blood soaked clothes from my body and sets them aside. It makes my heart jump, and suddenly I can understand why humans would get so flustered when my old clothes turned transluscent in the rain. Being bare like this underneath him had my heart racing and my body trembling, my fingers digging into the dirt as I kept staring at him.
"Anything I desire?" Blade finally speaks again, his eyes darkening as he leans down until our noses brush. The sound of a zipper being undone may as well have been a gunshot in my ears, my breath hitching as Blade's mouth dips down–his tongue licking away the blood on my neck.
"Don't forget the permission you granted me Spade," Blade murmurs against my skin as his knee knocks my legs further apart, his hand lifting one up to hook it around his waist. Blade's other hand returns to the nearly healed wound on my stomach, his fingers sliding into it and digging to reopen it.
Briefly I felt annoyed, knowing that if any dirt got into it I would have to unravel the seals to let THEIR power purge it from my body. The feeling didn't last for long though, before I could even take my next breath Blade's cock slid deep inside my dripping cunt making my back arch.
"Aahhaaahh Bladie!" I whined at the sudden fullness, head thumping back against the grass as my hands flew up to clutch at his shoulders. I dug the heel of my foot into his back spitefully over his lack of warning, though I suppose his little reminder had been my warning.
"Mmm, just let go there's no need to concern yourself I might find you undesirable." He sighs out, his mouth pressing small kisses and bites all along my neck. Moving up, up, up to instead plaster them across my face, his burning gaze fixated on me. "Everything about you Spade, it's all captivating to me."
"This feeling is unlike anything that came before," his fingers dig deeper into my torso as his hips languidly thrust back and forth, drawing another high pitched whimper from my throat that seems to make him shudder above me. "Touching you… the mara goes silent, in your presence it quiets until I can barely hear it at all."
"I wonder what other sounds I can draw out of you, you already sound so sweet." Blade drags his tongue along my cheek, licking up a tear I hadn't even realised I had shed. A faint, strangled sound escapes me in response and his eyes light up even further.
"Blade, Blade, mmn." I cried out his name as his hips sped up, back arching as he dug his fingers into my torso even more. I felt dizzy, I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment; I felt more awake than I had ever been before, unable to stop the noises spilling out of me in response to his actions.
"Yes… just like that sweetheart, singing so pretty for me." Blade groans, a wet squelch sounding as he removed his hand from my gut. A confused, disappointed whine escaped me before I could swallow it down and my gut twisted as his eyes sparked in amusement, shivering as a low chuckle left him.
"Don't worry Spade, what I'm about to do will feel a lot, lot better than that." Blade promises, leaning even closer to me until his chest is pressed against mine. His voice rumbling through my chest, his hand sliding down my body between my legs; and I can feel myself unravelling like frayed yarn beneath him, a keen escaping me as everything suddenly becomes too much.
My nails sharpen into claws against his shoulders, my vines writhing against the grass and flowers sprouting from the ground. It feels so good I can barely keep my eyes open, it feels so good I want to look away to try and control myself; but as if he can sense my intentions Blade presses a bruising kiss to my lips, biting them as he jerkingly thrusts into me a few more times before his own release overwhelms him.
He swallows down the sob that leaves me as he fills me, his hands patting soothingly along my thighs and hips as I squirm underneath him. Blade doesn't let up until I've gone slack beneath him, dazed and pliant as he lingers above me. My eyes track him tiredly as he pulls back, a wave of hot embarrassment washing over me at the sight of his pants stained in my blood and arousal alike.
"Heh," Blade smirks, a faint laugh leaving him. Scowling up at him I kick out at him as he picks me up again, grumbling to myself and turning my head away watching the riverbed get closer.
"Don't pout, I need to clean you up so you don't dirty your new clothes." Blade says as he kneels next to the river, lowering me into the stream. One hand flat on my back as the other rubs away the blood on my torso, I watch for a little bit until his words register in my mind.
"New clothes?" I can't help but give him a mystified look, it's not like there were any clothing stores around.
"At the last planet," no, "my script," absolutely not, "said to buy you another outfit," surely this wasn't actually happening, "I saw no reason not to follow it."
I stared blankly at Blade as he stared back at me, there was a chance the Slave had instructed him to but it because there was no getting that amount of blood out of white clothes. There was also a chance the Slave had foreseen this happening, Blade's hand covered my mouth as I opened it.
"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Blade says firmly, giving me a flinty look. "This is between us and nobody else."
He doesn't remove his hand until I nod, though he only moves to pick me up yet again. Conjured wind swirls around me drying me off in an instant, Blade carefully setting me on my feet before summoning the clothes he had gotten me. He doesn't bother to turn away as I get redressed, and he looks vaguely pleased to see me in black and gold like him.
I smile when he grabs my hand, happily following him out of the grove to our original destination. Blade doesn't let go of my hand once as he impales each weapon into the ground, finishing the process just as the glitching sound of the little wolf's portals sounds out.
When the two of us step through back into base the little wolf throws me a confused look, but her face clears up at the sight of Blade's blood stained pants. A snicker escapes me as she storms off, grumbling about getting the bucket.
A warm hand cups my cheek, and I blink curiously up at Blade as he turns my face his way. I let out a pleased sigh as his lips press against mine, my eyes slip shut as I lean into it only to jump away from him as a loud crash echoes nearby. Snapping my head over the little wolf stands in the doorway with an open mouth and the bucket on the floor, the spider stands behind her with a hand over her mouth looking amused.
"Go away." Blade growls out, and the spider chuckles waving at us as she drags the little wolf away as the pup complains about us being gross.
-Crawling out from the crypt- Guess who’s finally not dead lmao?
How Would Dante and Vergil React to Their S/O Kissing Them in their Devil Trigger:
Dante:
Man, when it comes to Dante in his DT before and after getting a smooch from his S/O, you’d have sworn you would have gotten whiplash at the difference--Nero definitely has. Some say he’s still trying to make total sense of it to this day.
One minute smiling with sharp teeth and terrifying while tearing demons to shreds, and suddenly practically a giant demonic golden retriever of a man the next. While he may not have a tail like his brother’s SinDT, you just know from the look on his face that it would be wagging if he did have one.
Unsurprisingly, this has led to a lot of demon possessiveness and clinginess because to this side of their mind it’s like “Oh! The mate is giving affection! This is nice! I want MORE! NOW!”
You once joked about giving him a “special reward” after work if he got all of his jobs done before 8 pm one night as some special motivation after sending him off with a tender and teasing kiss out the door that morning. He seemed a bit low and out of it that day so perhaps some motivation would be good to get him going, right?
Later that same night you swore the door to the front of the shop was going to come off with a half hour left to spare. All the while a very excited and eager boyfriend of yours stood in the doorway with his DT still activated. You didn’t originally thought to have much planned, not thinking Dante would make it in time, but his demonic half proved more than happy to expedite the process. You quickly learned not underestimate his more than eager DT and devil brain again after that.
This has gotten to the point where you both have had to agree for the area around to be completely demon free because his s/o is not going to be let go until either Dante comes out of his DT or they’re both home. Fortunately so far Dante has had enough sense and willpower to be able to primarily do the former than the later.
Though, in the moments where the DT gets to win out a little longer, do expect a lot of purring, face nudging, and possessive mildly restrained cuddling. If nothing else, you definitely know it’s become an added incentive to get both of his halves in gear if you ever need Dante to do something for you.
Not that you often need to really ask, the man is more than whipped enough when it comes to his S/O. But kisses from them in any capacity will always help ensure he gets shit done.
Vergil:
It’s no secret that Vergil enjoys keeping up this façade of being consistent composed and otherwise unaffected by those around him, instead opting to his usual intimidating and not so subtle resting bitch face. Which when you’ve been as emotionally stunted and constipated as Vergil has, it’s generally to be expected.
Though, much like his twin, Vergil is far from immune from his s/o’s affection, devil trigger forms or not. After his time with them as V, his bittersweet weakness of his has only grown tenfold. Not that you’ll have much in hearing him ever outwardly admit such things, certainly not with Dante, Nero, or any of the others anywhere around.
But it’s okay, he has other ways of conveying it to them. Seeing how his DT’s always melt and purr into his s/o’s touch and kisses being but two of them.
Now, while you’re likely only to get some low purring and subtle leaning with his normal DT, there’s always the rare chance of seeing Vergil’s SinDT’s tail wag. It doesn’t happen very often--not with his determined willpower--but it has happened on occasion.
The first time was after he came home after a long and arduous day of cutting down demons with Dante after a much bigger job than usual. He had nearly scared the shit out of his s/o as he had suddenly appeared in his SinDT, though it quickly subsided upon realizing it was him.
Where his usual self would have reverted to his usual self before approaching them for his usual welcome home kiss and a hug, he seemed plenty fine with having them take his much larger demonic head in their hands to caress it. The low purr that escape him was almost akin to a tiger as he felt their soft lips kiss both sides of his face. He was much too caught up in the soothing ecstasy of the moment to even notice his tail was happily wagging behind him until his s/o’s soft laughter pointed it out.
The fact that the sudden realization caused him to immediately poof out of his devil trigger and back into his human form didn’t help much either. Easy to say it’s to remain a sworn secret they will be gladly taking to the grave.
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