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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.

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?

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.

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.

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C!Dream x soulmate!reader 

Gn!reader

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! 

wc: 970

Fem!Remus x Fem!reader; Werewolf!Remus x Vampire!Reader; Slytherin!reader; Just a little series that I've been thinking of because there's not enough werewolf x vampire content with Remus out there. All male characters have been genderbent because I love women.

You stare down at your parchment, the ink you just spilt flowing over the page, leaving nothing but black. You look at your inked soaked hands, imagining the absolute pain it will be to wash off. You hear snickers and gasps in the classroom, no doubt watching you.

"You alright, love?" Barty says next to you, a teasing tone that you've quickly learn never to take to heart.

You let out a barely translatable grunt as you get up out of your seat and make your way to the bathroom without a word to the professor. The truth is, you're not alright in the slightest. The almost nauseating smell of blood flowing through the class room as well as the nonsensical lesson on vampires that the professor was spewing wasn't enough to alarm you. Remus on the other hand, was.

Your father had spent years helping you to make the most out of your vampiric life. He never wanted the draining powers of the sun to weigh you down. He refused to let the smell of blood drive you insane. He never accounted for the rage, irritation and confusion that came with the beautiful but vexing girl that was Remus Lupin.

Remus made your unnatural condition feel all the more unnatural. The feeling wasn't often, which made it even more concerning. You just knew that one day, you were able to walk pass Remus in the halls with no problem and the next, your knees began to buckle, your usually slow, half living heart beats at a pace you've unfamiliarized yourself with and you're biting your bottom lip to mollify the hunger rapidly stirring up inside of you. It's made you clumsy. Skittish. Weak. It was driving you insane.

You enter the bathroom, turning on the faucet, exasperated, scrubbing you hands vigorously, your sharp nails grazing your cold skin. You were able to get most of it off safe for the greyish-black stain that stuck to you. You hear the halls begin to flood with chatter. Classes are finally over. You can finally retreat to your dark oasis.

You leave the bathroom, not the slightest bit surprised to see Barty and Evan standing outside, waiting for you. You pay them no mind, heading towards your dorm as they walk calmly behind you. They're talking about something Barty did to piss off McGonagall this morning but you're not impressed.

You keep your attention in front of you, catching Remus and her posse walking the opposite way.

"That a new style you're trying out or something?" Sirius black teases, a wide grin plastered on her face as she stares harshly at you hands. You pick up the pace as your nostrils become blocked, a familiar and offensive scent invading your space. You hear your friends in the distance bickering with Black before catching up with you.

Once you've finally made it to your dark, satisfyingly isolated room. You practically jump into your bed, closing the curtains on your canopy bed, all but suffocating yourself under your covers. Dorcas, your dorm mate, doesn't say a word, already having adapted to your routine.

"Hey there, beautiful!" Barty hails Dorcas excitedly as if they haven't seen each other a plethora of times today.

You don't hear Dorcas respond back. She enjoys the quiet as much as you do. It's a shame you brought your rowdiest friends back with you. You hear the slight scrape of the hooks hoisting up your curtains along the bar as someone draws them back, sitting on your bed.

"Hungry?" you hear Evan ask.

You lay still for a moment, debating whether it’s worth it to leave the covers. You sigh, your mouth dry, begging you for sustenance. You remove the blanket over your head, looking into Evan's unblinking eyes. Sometimes, you think that Evan is more dead than you are. She watches as you sit up reluctantly. She slowly puts her wrist to your lips but you move it weakly, hand finding its way to the back of her head. You pull her in, taking in her scent before sinking your teeth into the nape of her neck. Her skin is soft and only you can hear the slight crisp sound when you tear into her. She lets out a small, content moan as you remove your teeth and begin sucking her skin, your incisors slightly nipping at her flesh to squeeze as much blood as possible from her. The sweet taste of her hits your tongue. It's warm as you swallow, the feeling of it sliding down your throat calming you. You stick to her for a minute, stopping when you see the color in her umber skin slightly begin to fade.

You turn your head. Barty and Dorcas have been watching the whole thing. Your friends have been letting you use them as your personal blood banks for years now and yet the sight of you feeding on them is still so intriguing to them.

"Now that you're full," Barty jabs at you playfully. "mind telling us what that was about back there?"

You sigh. You thought you were able to get away without an explanation. You can't imagine why on Earth you would think this to be the case because Barty just can't help but be incredibly nosey.

"It's Lupin." you say with venom in your tone.

They all looked at you, waiting for an explanation that you're not keen on providing them.

You correct you posture, uncomfortable with what you're about to admit.

"She just- I don't know how to explain it. Something about her is just... different. I can sense it. When I'm around her I just lose sight of myself. It's infuriating."

You're not entirely sure if anything you said made sense. It barely makes sense to you.

"So what? You got the hots for Remus?" Barty asks dryly.

"No. That can't be it. It's way more complicated than that." You respond in defense.

"You think it has something to do with you being a vampire?" Dorcas asks, attempting to understand your situation.

— all for the furnace master

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