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lanalace · 4 months ago

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Gifts Given [Yandere Merman x FemReader]

Word count: 2,328

Summary: Nero Sol Nifan has waited for a mate for years while suffering from the madness that came as a side effect of the power he was bestowed. One day, he met you. His salvation. The only obstacle is that you were human. However, that was only an obstacle for you because he doesn’t plan to let you go.

Chapter 1 - Lost and Found

Life was a routine. Wake up, hunt, sleep and repeat. Occasionally the merman would share in song with the rest of his kind but that was it. He hated it. He was forever bored and life just felt mundane. Nero Sol Nifan was a 250 years old merman. He had reached maturity at 200 and had expected to find his mate within the first decade but no such luck. For a being so highly valued, it crushed his spirits.

Most merfolk found their mates within the first decade of reaching reproductive age, so why hadn’t he? Every decade after that was just an insult to injury. It was an open wound that grew larger with each year that passed without finding his mate and he was becoming desperate, though he would never show it on the outside.

He was told by an elder that most unmated males felt this way at his age and that this was quite normal to feel anxious and desperate. But being unmated for years would start to dull the outlook on life and not a single female that has sought him out was his fated one. None so much as interests him. Every mermaid had a destined match, however that never stopped them from copulating until the day they found their mate. He had both females and males fawn over him, within and outside of the mating cycles. But he rejected every single one of them. ‘If swimming to warmer waters was not ingrained in my biology, I would avoid it all together.’ Merfolk could enjoy each other's bodies whenever they pleased but only during mating cycles could offspring be produced and that's usually when most of his kind met their fated partner.

He still held hope that he would be able to find his mate despite his age. So he made sure to always carry the betroval item in a white satchel around his hip, inside was a bracelet of brilliant large baroque pearls and shiny yellow gold spacers. It was of the highest quality and extremely rare/hard to acquire which is why he was the only merman to have such jewels grace his body and soon so would his person who he’d live out his days with. For now, having to watch the rest of his kind find their pair and their release in each other every year while he could not just enraged him. He was almost tempted to kill some of those pretentious merfolk. He could do so very easily but he decided against it. He could do it so very easily.

Nero Sol Nifan was the strongest, priding himself on becoming most desirable for when he found his future mate. Due to him not finding his mate for many cycles, he focused on honing his skill, reaching new heights that others previously could not. Now he was almost twice the size of a normal mermen, more muscular than the rest of his kind which would usually put him at a disadvantage for being so dense. It did mark him slower, however, that didn’t last long, he had trained his body night and day to be the fastest. Not only that, due to his intense training, he developed a power, a gift believed to be given from the great goddess of the sea. He had gained the ability to not only communicate telepathically with all sea life but he could also manipulate them freely to do his bidding. This made the fear, envy and love of him grow. He was like a God among his people.

Though his people viewed it as a gift, he couldn’t completely see it as such. Telepathy was a very useful skill to have but it was not within his control. It doesn’t turn off and more often than not, it was absolutely maddening. He was subjected to countless screams of pain, secrets he didn’t care to know, hatred, envy, unwanted depraved desires from unworthy mermaids. All of it was simply too much. As a result, he quickly began isolating himself, moving farther and further away from merfolk and into less populated waters. He was hoping distance might somehow help with the constant radio noise in his head. But he found it within an underwater cave, instead.

There cave was huge. It looked like an enclosed beach. There were bioluminescent fungi scattered along the ceiling and walls, giving the cave an almost magical feel. He looked at the beautiful glow of the cave, watching the pool leading to the ocean reflect off of the jagged walls.

“Magnificent.” He said under his breath. He had never seen such a wondrous sight this deep under water.

Nero Sol Nifan beached himself on the sandy floor of the cave, slipping his massive silver-white tail out of the water and curling it by his side. The moment he did that the noise in his head quieted down just a bit. It was still ever so present but it took the edge off.

“Why is it that I was cursed by you, my goddess?” He spoke to the pool of water before him. He was expecting a response of some kind but was met with silence, the surface only reflecting his beautiful, milky face back at him. How he wished that he could go back to the time where he thought life was mundane.

He sighed and laid himself down on a nearby rock that could pass as somewhat of a diving board. He was angry with the goddess, he cursed her name in his head and his hatred built for this deceitful deity who had taken his sanity. But he needed to rest.

50 years later~

Nero Sol Nifan woke up to the sound of fish screaming in his head. He never got use to this day in and day out chaotic noise. He looked a little worse for wear since the days before his life became his own personal hell. His eyes looked dull, dark circles have taken up permanent residence under his eyes, tinged with red from the endless stress. His handsome face looked a bit haggard but that was not enough to take away much from his beauty.

He dragged himself out of his cave and into the water. He hadn’t eaten in a few days, wishing to just parish within the walls of his cave. But today, something told him to go out. He didn’t understand the urgency amidst the buzzing chatter in his mind but he followed his instincts.

The white tailed merman swam out into the open ocean in search of his next meal. He felt uneasy today but brushed it off. It happened to be a rather dreary day, the waters were turbulent and a bit colder than normal while the world above was crying heavily. He knew that he could simply manipulate any fish to come to him and have an easy meal but he enjoyed hunting. It gave him a chance to release a small bit of the madness that he lives with daily on his prey.

That’s when he spotted a school of red snapper fish. The bright color caught his sharp lilac eyes in an instant and he was off. Speeding quickly in their direction, with his large tail pistoling him forward. The smaller prey was easily more elusive than a larger catch but he made quick work of them. Keeping up with the fast changing paths of the snappers, he allowed the chase to go on a tad bit longer than necessary before slicing through the school with his massive claws, skewering 8 of them onto his claws. That was enough for a meal so he indulged right then and there as the rest of the school swam off.

He was pleased, this meal would sustain him for the next two days. With a full stomach, the handsome merman lazily began his journey back to his cave. Had the water been steady today he would have basked in the rays of the sun instead.

“Unfortunate.” He grimaced to himself.

He didn’t get more than a few feet away from his original position when he heard and unusual crash behind him. The white hair merman turned tin the direction of the sound and what he saw confused him

“A human?”

‘What was a human doing so far away from land?’ He thought to himself. There were no ships in the water, he would have seen it. Heck, he would have heard all the fish nearby chattering about it. His tired eyes landed on the sinking figure and his heart tightened. He felt something akin to panic start to take over him. It had been so long since he had felt anything outside of rage or pity for himself. He had the human in his arms before he even realized that he moved to catch her.And just like that, his world grew quiet. Nero Sol Nifan’s face grew into an incredulous look and his body trembled.

“I can’t hear anything anymore.” His eye expanded in shock as he slowly looked down at the human in his arms and his grip tightened around the creature’s body.

With a clear mind for the first time in ages, the merman blew a large bubble around the girl, encasing her within the translucent orb. He swam full speed to his cave, reaching there in record time. He pushed the bubble to the surface of the pool and burst it, catching the being and resting her on the crystal like sand. He brought his head to her face and listened carefully but no sound escaped those lips.

“No!” He cried out. ‘I will not lose my salvation the moment I finally have it.’

He gripped the creature's shoulder and shook hard a few times, noting how small and fragile you felt in his hands. Unfortunately, that did not work either. His panic rose because he thought that the human might have died so he placed his hand on its head.

“Still warm.” He whispered and that knowledge calmed him. Thinking quickly, he performed the maneuver that he had witnessed sailors use on their own kind on several occasions by pressing his palm on breast bone and applying pressure repeatedly. He was careful of his strength, knowing he could break such weak bones easily. It took about 30 seconds before the human's eyes flew open and it sat up, coughing up water.

‘It actually worked. Thank goodness that I was able to preserve this human life.’ He sighed with relief. The merman eye the frail thing as it continued coughing and sucking in air, he could only see the back of its head from where he sat. ‘It looks so weak compared to the ship dwellers.’ His thoughts stopped there because that object of his quiet thoughts turned to face him and met his inquisitive gaze.

The moment their eyes met, his cold heart froze. It was as if time stopped in that moment as he looked upon the tiny human. She was female, with thick, long h/c hair clinging to her face and back. Her dazzling e/c eyes sparkled like jewels with the tears she had yet to fully shed and a small coral pink lips that attracted he wished to touch. His heart started back up and it throbbed in his chest. He never thought his cold heart would beat for a human. His body felt so hot from the top of his cheeks to the base of his tail.

‘What is this? My body feels so hot. Almost like it is mating season yet different. I feel drawn to this creature. Could this be my mate? Is this what all my suffering was for? To make sure that I was kept pure for this little human?’ It was uncomfortable but strangely pleasant. It was like nothing he had ever felt before but he decided he liked the feeling. It was exciting. ‘So this is my mate. I have cursed the goddess of the sea everyday for the past five decades because of this damned curse but she not only bestowed me with power, she also has gifted me this precious female. I am terribly sorry goddess I have wronged you and been ungrateful and undeserving. I will never look down on the blessing you have provided me again. I will never question you again.’

He was so caught up in his own inner thoughts that hadn’t even realized how terrified his tiny mate-to-be looked. She eyed him with fascination and great fear while she inched away from him. He didn’t like that one bit, narrowing his eyes, he yelled at her.

“Stay!”

But the little female squealed in response, throwing her small hands out in front of her in defense. Her little scream sounded melodic to his ears. He found himself wanting to hear her talk to him so he spoke again, this time gentler.

“Female, you are safe. I have saved your life. I will not harm you.” He reached a webbed hand out to her slowly, intending to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. But the girl flinched away and started speaking in a rushed manner.

“Please don’t eat me. Please don’t eat me. I promise I don’t taste good. Even sharks don’t like people meat. So please just stay where you are.”

He retracted his arm and gave a small smile endearingly. Due to all the excitement, he had completely forgotten the language barrier. He did not understand her at all but her voice was so pretty and soft that he instantly liked it. It suited her feminine appearance well. If she had had a tail, he wouldn’t even blink twice and acknowledge her as a beautiful mermaid just based on her appearance and voice.

Fast as lightning, he snatched the human's outstretched wrist and pulled her to him. Before she could so much as scream, the merman pressed his lips to her.

[Chapter 2 is out!]

#Yandere Merman #Yandere Siren #Merman #Siren #Merman x reader #Siren x reader #Possessive behavior #Obsessive behavior #mermaid #Dark #obsessive love #dark romance

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lady-of-endless · 7 months ago

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Risotto Nero romantic headcanons (sfw+nsfw)

Author's Note: Sorry for being an old-school romantic and writing headcanons like these, don't come at me. I wanted to take my time with Risotto as he is so complex. I really hope that those are not too far-fetched. I hope you'll enjoy it! The lovely gif is not mine, I'm thanking the owners for it.

P.S. Prosciutto will be next. I just have to calm down from the feels I have for the husband, I mean Prosciutto.

SFW

- The most beneficial context for your relationship is for it to start off as a partnership, a team. This way, you go through many critical and dramatic experiences together and that will only bring you closer and strengthen your connection. Even after confessing, this dynamic remains, you are still a team, watching for each other.

- Everything about him indicates a slow burn. From obtaining his trust first and then his heart. Even after those two are won, he's still reluctant to the new dynamic. He will never deny those feelings even if he thinks that someone in his position should. Risotto is not just rationally intelligent but also emotionally intelligent so he knows that such desires of the heart cannot be stopped. He doesn't deny the feelings but he suppresses them. He knows how complex those emotions are and that's the problem, it complicates everything around him and you. But little by little, he starts giving in and surrendering to his love.

- At first, he analyzed you only from a strategic point of view (regarding your abilities and how you can work with his team) and in time, it escalated into a deeper and more emotional point of view. Because of this and because Risotto values other opinions and perspectives from his teammates, he seeks advice. No, he won't ask directly but he'll be more attentive when the others talk about you. However, the only one who Risotto might ask for an opinion is Prosciutto because he shares some morals and principles with him. Surprisingly, Prosciutto will put his rational arguments aside a little bit because more than the respect and admiration he holds for Risotto, he wants him to experience this sort of happiness.

- Risotto will not know how to react when receiving your affection, at first. There are many thoughts and morals that don't let him receive affection right. Many of those thoughts are regarding his line of work. He has made peace with the fact that he's not a good man, that he doesn't deserve good things. He's okay with it now, he did what he had to do.

- His preferred love language is acts of service. He's used to doing things for others (but even so he doesn't see how selfless he is) so acts of service are his way to show his feelings. He would do anything for his close ones so for you, his loved one, he would die for you, kill for you, protect you, anything, you name it. Plus, Risotto is always very observant and because his interest is your well-being, he pays extra attention to your needs. About receiving, it can be anything. Again, he doesn't see himself worthy of love.

- He rarely smiles so when you finally catch a glimpse of this rare occasion and compliment him, Risotto is lost. Any sort of comment like this will have him feel things he never felt before, in a good way. As a result, he starts smiling softly more at you in privacy.

- If you get severely injured on a mission, he still keeps his composure in your presence while helping you, patching you up, and even trying to heal you with Metallica. He's serious while doing it but it will be the only time in which his hands start trembling. After helping you, while you rest, he's still there watching over you fully neglecting his need for rest. As you sleep and he looks at your injuries, that's when his composure breaks. The guilt he's feeling is heavy in his heart, thinking how this way of life is not what you deserve and it's his fault.

- He's capable of many things, he's also a strategist but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have moments in which it all gets too much to process. That's where you come to the rescue. He doesn't want to pass his difficulties to you so it will take a lot for him to let himself tell you what's wrong.

- Secrecy and subtility are a must. But he'll get you (he'll make it), a dainty and thin silver bracelet with a charm that resembles some sort of blade. Whenever he's thinking of you and wants to let you know it, you'll feel that bracelet move a bit from his magnetism, as a reminder.

- As subtle as he thought he was, in time, every member of La Squadra will know what his feelings are towards you. Melone was the first to notice the way Risotto looked at you. Since his discovery, Melone couldn't keep it for himself and since then, they all started behaving suspiciously. They smirk every time you talk to Risotto about missions and other formal details, they try to let the two of you alone more, and so on.

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- Contrary to popular belief, he's not rough (not every time at least) or freaky behind closed doors. His usual and favorite approach is slow and deep. He likes to take his time with it as he sees sex as not just a way to get pleasure but a moment of deepening the connection you have already.

- He never wants to use sex as an outlet for his pent-up frustrations and stress but if you give him the green light, he might give into it when things get too much to bear. But he still holds back a little bit, worried about how rough he can easily get. If you're into this rough approach as well and it's noticeable, he'll feel less guilty but still careful.

- He can go on with the foreplay for hours. Risotto likes to feel the tension build. Enjoying the reactions and the growing desire gives him the most pleasure, more than the act itself. Because of this, he might sometimes slip into trying orgasm denial with you.

- At first, he doesn't see the point of experimenting with kinks because he's so touch-starved. He only needs you. However, gradually he will start asking you for consent about some ideas he has. Watch out for your hands. If you get them close to the metal bars of the bed, your wrists will get caught in metal bindings in the blink of an eye.

- Quiet in the beginning but soon you'll see him losing his composure and start grunting and growling close to your ear as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Not only that but you'll hear sweet words of affirmation, unheard before as he gets lost in the feeling of you.

- Aftercare is obligatory. It always gets intense, sometimes even rough, and he's aware of his size too so calming you down and taking care of you is both a way of showing his gratitude and also a duty (don't get this one wrong, he sees the act of aftercare as important as the rest of his duties, that's it). The aftercare always ends with him holding your hand and kissing it as another silent expression of his gratefulness and adoration for you. It's his unbreakable habit.

- He has to admit, he likes to mark you. Not in a possessive way, that's why those marks will only be on parts that are not usually visible. But because he loves the image and concept of your skin reacting to his affection. You can leave marks on him as long as they're not visible, again, it's about secrecy and subtility. He might feel a bit proud, just a bit, when he looks in the mirror at the scratches you left on his back.

- Doesn't get bored of being on top. After all of that slow burn and build-up of your deep connection, of course, he wants to look into your eyes when you both let yourselves be engulfed in the pleasure. Might even get a little mischievous with it when he's in a good mood. "If you look away, I'll stop."

The only situations in which you are the one on top are when you simply ask for it or when you tell him you want to help him relax. Hearing those words coming from you while you start touching him with care and warmth is going to be the death of him.

- Not a fan of quickies. He needs the whole thing. As mentioned before, he needs to feel the tension built and loves taking his time with it. But also, above all, he wants to treat you right so a quickie will never be enough for this.

#jjba #risotto nero #jjba risotto #risottonero #risotto nero x reader #la squadra #la squadra esecuzioni #jjba part 5 #jojo bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #jjba x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba fanfic

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jinwoosbabyboo · 4 months ago

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Moments Posts - MC

Random posts on the TL from MC ... I love how even in the game all the boys comment on MCs posts

misshuntermc

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misshuntermc: bad bitch with a baddie friend

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liiisa_: with a baddie friend

↳ talkthat_tara: I love seeing two bad bitches ↳ misshuntermc: two bad bitches ↳ liiisa_: two bad bitches be friends

_thedrzayne: Pretty girl 🩵

skye.109: Gorgeous 😮‍💨

↳ liiisa_: me? ↳ skye.109: No ↳ liiisa_: 🥲

seagod_raf_: why are you so fine wtf 🫠🫠

lumiere.who: Good lord 😍

nene.nero: mc got these boys BARKIN in her comment section 🥴

↳ thing1_luke: riiiigght ↳ talkthat_tara: must be nice

thing2_kieran: a bad bitch that's wearing my gloves WHO SAID THAT??? 🫨

↳ misshuntermc: that block button looking real good now 😌 ↳ thing2_kieran: I was just playing 🥺

misshuntermc

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misshuntermc: Look at Tara looking tf GOODT

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seagod_raf_: no lie im only looking at you 👀

↳ thomasthomas_: this aint about mc ↳ seagod_raf_: its always about mc 😡

lumiere.who: I can't take my eyes off you

skye.109: im looking at you looking tf goodt

_thedrzayne: I see no one else but you mc

liiisa_: Tara babes you look stunning honey 🤤

↳ talkthat_tara: thank you Lisa I love you 😘 ↳ misshuntermc: ignore the boys you stole the show babes

yvannamama: girl where was my invite? 🧐

↳ misshuntermc: I invited you and you said you had to work ↳ yvannamama: damn this job

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misshuntermc: We got Jenna to come out somebody pinch me

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imjenna: you girls know how to have fun

↳ liiisa_: same time next week? ↳ imjenna: absolutely not ↳ talkthat_tara: well we tried

lumiere.who: so this is what you four were up to while the rest of us worked overtime?

↳ talkthat_tara: you sound like a hater ↳ liiisa_: look man I'm just a girl ↳ misshuntermc: I don't make the rules here 🤷🏾‍♀️

nene.nero: I had an extra 3 hours of paperwork because of this

↳ imjenna: are you complaining? ↳ nene.nero: n no ma'am ↳ misshuntermc: she got you stuttering in the replies ☠️☠️

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misshuntermc: Staying out until 4am as if we don't have an 8am job to get to

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imjenna: this explains why you were late

↳ misshuntermc: it won't happen again it was Neros fault

nene.nero: now why am I in it??? 🤨

↳ talkthat_tara: you decided to question us for 30 minutes when we walked in the door ↳ nene.nero: it was work related ↳ misshuntermc: should've let us clock in first

skye.109: lmk when you're ready to quit working so you don't have to worry about that anymore

↳ _thedrzayne: don't worry I got her ↳ seagod_raf_: relax boys she's with me I'll take care of her ↳ lumiere.who: if anyone is taking care of her its gonna be me

thing2_kieran: uh oh the girls are fighting^^

↳ thing1_luke: Boss will win ↳ thomasthomas_: idk Rafayel is crazy I'd bet money on him ↳ whosjeremiah: Xavier punched me in the mouth for mispronouncing mc's name once ↳ gray_sun: he'll never admit it but Zayne shoulder checked tf out of me so he could speak to mc first

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misshuntermc: Picture was perfect and this bitch fell on me 🙄

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liiisa_: bitch I told you to hold me up while I fixed my shoe

↳ misshuntermc: you barely gave me a second to ready myself ↳ nene.nero: I would've let her fall ↳ talkthat_tara: stop hating we invited you out and you declined

thing1_luke: HAHAHAHAHAHA loser

↳ misshuntermc: this is why Kieran is my favorite ↳ thing1_luke: stop don't say that 🥺 ↳ thing2_kieran: i will gladly hold the crown of being the favorite 😋 ↳ skye.109: can you not pit these 2 against each other they're getting on my nerves

[Direct message to Sylus]

misshuntermc: you're my favorite 😘 skye.109: Hell yea 😌

#love and deepspace #sylus love and deepspace #sylus #lnds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #lads #lads rafayel #lads zayne #lads xavier #lnds rafayel #lnds zayne #lnds xavier #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #lads sylus #nikaaaaimagine

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nerosukehiro · 6 months ago

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Only been with you.

Yami Sukehiro Smut/Fluff (female reader)

Lord help me cause this man is soooo fucking fineeee. I just finished the series and I stg if they don’t finish that show I’m gonna raise hellll. Anyways this one isn’t very detailed but there is some fluff in the mix too. Hope you enjoy :)

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Finally I can relax. It had been at least a week since the battle with the Eye of the Midnight Suns. After the fight came the clean up and checking for dead bodies of those who were murdered by the elves to possessed our comrades. It was a devastating loss though and the kingdom suffered many casualties. However we were able to do most of the clean up in a week. The down side is that the council is wanting to kill Asta and Nero, blaming them for the whole thing just because they don’t understand his anti magic and Neros forbidden magic and believe they are the reason for the mass destruction.

So now it has became a mission to get both of their names cleared and the team decided to set out on adventures to find answers. Answers that can help their case. I was already planning on going on my own to help with the cause. Asta was like my little brother and I can’t, no, won’t let him die for something that wasn’t even his fault.

But now it’s time to relax and the first thing I’m gonna do is get in the hot spring. Thankfully non of the squad mates were at the hide out so I can have peace and quiet for more than 10 minutes.

I got in letting the warm water surround me, my body experiencing major relief. I grabbed my loofa and some soap and started cleaning my body. I started reaching for my back when I heard someone start speaking. “Need some help?” Fuck… It’s Captain Yami.

I slowly turned around and my eyes widened. He was naked. Not like I’ve never seen him naked before in fact I’ve seen it before, many times. “Awe doll are you blushing?”

“Uh no. You just startled me, I don’t need any help and would you mind putting some clothes on.” He started chuckling and walking close to me. His hand reached the back of my neck and pulled me in to kiss him. “Sir, I thought we said we were done with this.”

“No I didn’t say that, you did. You just said it because you saw that the Blue Rose Captain was flirting with me. You don’t have to be jealous though my love. I want you and only you.” I rolled my eyes and started to laugh. He didn’t seem to like that much he wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed it just a bit. “Mmm you know, jealousy is not a good look on you. Don’t worry. You are the only girl I’ve ever wanted.” He pushed his knee between my legs putting pressure where I need it the most.

Ah fuck it.

“Yami. Please. I need you.” I pleaded and started rubbing my pussy on his thigh. “That’s what I thought. Let me make you feel good and after I gotta give you something that’s in my bedroom.” With that he thrusted two fingers in me without warning.

“So wet for me. You wanna know something? I know for a fact that I was your first and I know that you haven’t had anyone else besides me. Isn’t that right?” He wasn’t wrong, he’s the only man I have ever been with. “Y-yes it is. Only been with you.”

His fingers were set to a brutal pace making me moan loud for anyone to hear. Sorry if you’re hearing this Henry. “Fuckk Yami. Feels so good baby.” He was enjoying this to much, his other hand started rubbing at my clit. “Yeah does my girl need to cum?”

No not yet, I wanna cum on his cock and not his fingers. Not only did I wanna cum on top of him, I wanted him to cum inside of me. “Please. Wanna cum on your cock.” This made his hands go faster. “I want you to cum on my fingers first little girl.”

Adding a third finger and curling them upwards, he was so deep. My moans started becoming louder. I had no control of my body at this point. “Doll, look at me.” My eyes met his and he smiled. I could feel the tightness in my belly my body feels like it’s on fire. I don’t know how much longer I can last.

“Your squeezing around my fingers baby, are you gonna cum?” I could only nod my head. The way he is making me feel is something I’ve missed for the last few weeks. “I’M GONNA CUM, YAMI!!!” My body jerked. “Fuck good girl. Let’s clean you up and take you to my room, how does that sound?” I couldn’t speak so I nodded my head yes.

After he helped clean me up, picked me up bridal style and walked me to his room. Thank god non of the others were here to see us like this. As we got to his room he gently laid me on the bed.

“So, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you. For quite some time now actually. I know I might not seem like the romantic type but I want you to know that I am in love with you. The last few years we have known each other we’ve fought together, laughed together, cried together and spilled blood together. I know it’s seems like I never really wanted a relationship but the truth is. You are all I want. All I need. Please Y/N. Be mine forever?”

He pulled a ring out… DID HE JUST FUCKING PROPOSE?! “Uh… Yami are you-“ “Marry me Y/N.” Oh my god he is holy shit. “YES!” I screamed as I jumped on top of him. He grabbed my face and started kissing me. I reached between us and gripped his cock. He was extremely hard. “Hey don’t tease me baby, wanna feel your tight little pussy wrapped around me. Gonna breed this pussy and maybe get you pregnant. You would like that wouldn’t you?”

Fuck it’s gonna be a long night.

#yami sukehiro smut #yami sukehiro x reader #yamismut #yami sukehiro #black clover fanfiction #black clover #nozel silva #fuegoleon vermillion #julius novachrono #asta black clover #yuno grinberryall #anime smut #black clover smut

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ox-imagines · 6 months ago

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Tokyo Debunker as Romance Tropes

Feel free to ask me to write a longer imagine/oneshot for any of these!

Pt. 7 | Obscuary

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6

Rui - Forbidden Love

You see Rui around campus fairly often in your time at Darkwick, and you think he’s wonderfully handsome and always seems to be in a good mood. You finally get the chance to properly meet him in the cafeteria one day when you turn around and almost run into him. He panics a bit and steps away from you quickly, which you interpret as a bit of a rude overreaction since you didn’t even actually touch him. He quickly apologizes and tells you he runs a bar on campus, inviting you to come let him make you a drink to make up for his reaction (hastily adding that the majority of the drinks he makes are in fact non-alcoholic). You take him up on his offer and find that he’s actually wonderful company, and he seems to quite like you too, though you’re not completely convinced he’s not just a flirt. Even so, you find yourself spending a good deal of time at his bar, talking to him late into the night, and after getting back to your dorm you usually message him on WickChat once he’s closed the bar down. You know you’ve gotten close with him, he genuinely seems to appreciate and enjoy your company and doesn’t seem to have many people he’s actually close with, but over time you feel like he’s starting to pull away. One night while there’s no one else at the bar and you’ve finally got his full attention again, you give in to your feelings and ask him out. You sincerely think you’re in love with him, and want nothing more than to hold him close while you talk rather than being on different sides of campus texting each other in the middle of the night. When you ask him out, his expression turns oddly sad, a look on his face you couldn’t have imagined he could make. He corrects it and gives you a polite, lopsided smile, but his eyes belie how he really feels as he lets you down easy.

“Look, there’s, there’s something I need to tell you. I can’t be with you, not in a way that’s more than what we already are. You ever notice how I always avoid touching you? Im cursed; I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry…”

Lyca & Ed - Vampire vs Werewolf

Lyca is a newly integrated student who’s having some trouble adjusting to his new life. It doesn’t help, though, that the other students treat him poorly or differently since he’s a werewolf. You see him for the person he is rather than his supernatural afflictions and treat him as such, working to help him fit in better with the human students. He ends up protective and a bit possessive of you and treats you like you’re the most important person in the world (of course besides Subaru, who was his first friend, and a man named Neros who you’ve gathered basically raised him). Things are going well until one of his dormmates comes into the picture. He’s complained about him before, and the first few times you visit their dorms Ed stays closed in his room. After your classes, you head over to Obscuary to find Lyca; he hasn’t been answering his WickChat today. When you get there, Ed’s door is open. You can’t help but cast a curious glance inside as you walk past to Lyca’s room. After all, you’ve never seen a real vampire. He’s gorgeous, with porcelain skin and well-kempt hair framing sparkling red-violet eyes. A small gasp leaves your lips and his sharp eyes flick up from his computer to meet yours. He grins, his expression a mixture of devilish and curious, and he rises elegantly and gets to his door surprisingly quick. You think to yourself that it’s good for Romeo’s ego that Ed acts like a hermit, because he has an enrapturing beauty about him that could definitely rival Romeo. Ed gets almost uncomfortably close, and you have a suspicion that he’s… smelling you? When Lyca hears Ed talking to someone, he quickly comes out of his room, placing himself between the two of you. His big silvery ears showing and flattened back angrily, he spits threats at Ed to stay away from you, but Ed just chuckles, winking at you before backing into his room. It doesn’t take long for you to realize this is your life now, Ed making sly, often suggestive comments and subtle advances and Lyca losing it with him over it.

“Don’t you look like a vision today? Any special reason?”

“I swear you moth-eaten Casanova, touch her again and I’ll rip your hand off myself!”

#tokyo debunker #tdb #tokyo debunker x reader #obscuary #rui mizuki #edward hart #lyca colt #I couldn’t not put Ed’s and Lyca’s together I had to do it to ‘em #I made the header picture for this one myself too bc there wasn’t one 🤪

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sparda-soully · 1 month ago

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DMC cast with Umbre Witch!/Bayonetta! S/O Part 1

Cast: Dante, Vergil, Nero, V,and Urizen (Will be doing the girls next time!)

"The Umbre never fails!"

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♡ Dante Sparda ♡

This man does not know how he managed to pull someone let alone an Umbre Witch such as yourself

The first meeting between yall was when he was called for a "demon" problem but was greeted with a bunch of destruction caused by invisible forces (thought it was ghosts)

"Angels? They exist?", will probably be his first thought when he saw a bright light beaming down on him as angels descended down gracefully

Bud was in a TRANCE when he saw a tall individual with a tight bodysuit hugging their body fighting these abominations known as Angels with guns (Does his eyes deceived him or are their guns attached to your heels?)

He will probably joined in to get close to the strange yet attractive witch (The angels HATED it because Dante smelt of a demon)

"So, what's a tall, fine looking glass such as yourself doing around these parts of town?", he inquired, adding a pinch of flirting to his words. Wielding his beloved Ebony & Ivory, he projected bullets towards the group of Affinities. The Umbre Witch gaze over at the red demon, hitting every Applaud and Affinities with great precision. "Well if isn't the Son of Sparda, thought you'll be taller. Never expected you to use those cheap toys", their sultry voice reached his ears. He could sense that little smirk of theirs

Doesn't know whether he should be offend you call his precious handguns cheap toys or be aroused by your voice and the way you sway your body around as if you were some kind of succubus

Definitely used a sort of pick up line after the battle but it will be so bad that the only sound you could hear were crickets. (Dante is trying his best y'all, he's just nervous and messed up)

Surprisingly, the two of you kept meeting up whenever there was trouble brewing between you and the Angel of Paradiso

These meetings lead to a mutual understanding between y'all, building a shocking good friendship that soon blossom into a beautiful romance between a half hybrid and an Umbre Witch

Be prepare to let this man be all over you because he is TOUCH-STRAVED. Will be hugging and cuddling you for hours and won't let go. At least you got yourself a nice teddy bear! (He's the little spoon)

He'll be completely in awe whenever you're fighting. The way your figure danced and the seductive suggestions you make stirs something within him

He will be caught off guard if you're summoning your demon contracts like Gomorrah or Madame Butterfly, because your bodysuit disappeared and a swirl of h/c hair surrounds your naked body, covering your private parts while leaving your gloves, shoes, and watch visible

He got turned on at the mere sight of your almost bare body.

Finds out your bodysuit is just your hair which makes him wonder the logic behind it, in the end, his brain got fried by the complexity of it

Will definitely want to make a demon contract with you just so he can appear whether if it's dealing with a Beloved and Fortuna or just having smexy time with you

Loves dancing with you! You matched his flamboyant, outgoing personality and style. Hell, y'all be dancing while fighting Grace and Glory along with some demons like Abyss and a Queen Empusa (Like when Cereza summoned Rodin and they danced)

The two of you will definitely trade weapons. You'll use Cerburus while he'll use Shuraba

Will give you a ride on his motorcycle, Cavaliere and have a joy ride and showing off the places and scenery Redgrave has to offer

Expect the dates to somewhat be cheap but filled with love and care put into it. On your first date, he found a nice, peaceful scenery by the woods and order pizza with two bottles of red wine

His bills will sometimes be pay by you because you be making that money like that (We love a girl boss 🤞). He always (50/50 chance) return the favor one way or another

It's surprising seeing someone taller than him as he stands at 190 cm but he LOVES it. He's infatuated with you, always staring up at you and slipping a few glimpse at your chest while rubbing the stubbles on his chin. (Loses his mind when you dominant him and-, Dante...why are you on your knees..?)

Honestly, it still fathoms him how he managed to pull you but is very grateful for you. Loves you to death and will do anything you ask!

♤ Vergil Sparda ♤

Vergil felt challenged at the mere sight of you. Something was immensely off about your aura...

The first meeting was probably at a café shop that was known for its good tea and numerous books. The moment you step foot into the café was the moment Vergil took his eyes off of his poetry book

The long strides you made, swinging your hips to the side and sauntered with confidence just added more to his suspension (He's already fallen under your spell, it's love he's feeling)

Somehow, your boisterous flare sparked and left a mark within his cold heart...He didn't know what happen but the two of y'all were chatting passionately about poetry. 'What were you? A witch or something?', he ponders, maintaining that seldom expression as he scrutinizes you

Ironically enough, he was right. He found out when you displayed such ferocious strength against your battle with two Ardors (He just sat there, watching you tossed and used wicked weave on the red armor angels)

Just seeing you battle made him motivated to display his strength and power in front of you

He will join your battle and utilize Yamato, slicing and dicing Gracious and Glorious, tearing down the tricky angels with great accuracy (These angels are known for being quite challenging)

He will definitely interfere with your battles; instead of you fighting them, he'll be the one fighting them. Don't bother trying to argue with him about it, he's already taken down five Harmony and the Fearless, Fairness duo

The only reason he's doing it is to display his extraordinary power, to prove that he's truly the Dark Knight and some mere angels will not make a fool out of Sparda's kin

Another reason is because of demon traditions. Being in the Underworld for a long time and dedicating his time in studying his demon origins, he found out a common courting practice conducted in hell was for demons to fight and show off their strength to their desired mate in hopes of winning them over

Looks like his courting technique help him as he managed to pull the Umbre Witch

The deep navy blue blade came in contact with the black scabbard, returning safely to its cozy home. His back faced the angels once he landed on the gravel ground. Screams of Garcious and Glorious echoed the arena, filling the quietness with screeches; a blinding light emerged from them as they combusted into halos and feathers.

"How utterly weak. They serve as servants and protecters of humanity yet they hardly done anything to me. Foolish angels", the kin of Sparda remove his fingerless glove off the tsukamaki. Soft giggles escaped from behind him. Turning his head a bit, he was greeted with a tall witch, hands on their hips as their gaze stared down at his blue eyes. "Vergil, you were the one to challenged them. My, are you trying to court me?", you mused, a smirk started to etched on your face. The ex Demon King of Hell didn't answer you, but the silence gave you an answer.

Amazed, you sauntered towards him and leaned down to his height. You whispered something to his ear and cat walked away, leaving Vergil alone with his cheeks dusted in the lightest yet soft hue of pink.

Since then, the two of you been taking on angels and occasionally demons along your journal. Vergil claims he wanted to know about the angel species hence to why he is traveling with you (Y'all are dating, he's just too..., stubborn to admit he wants to be by your side)

Will document the various angels he encounters in a small journal you gifted him. Watch him become Luka's father in a bit

Oh? You're reciting something in Enochian? Be expected to see him reading old, ancient books regarding that language. He will ask demand you to teach him the language. (He's constantly studying and practicing everyday!)

When you perform a torture attack, he'll be impressed as it represents a sort of human torture devices from human history. He'll be watching you as you do a torture attack while displaying your seductive, arousing gestures. Very interested in it and will write about it in his small journal

Oh boy, when you perform a demon summoning and your "clothes" vanished, he will be stun. He, being the gentleman he is, will try to cover your (almost) bare body with his blue coat. Like as soon as you do your summoning, a blue coat is draped around your shoulders, shielding your naked body and curves from any prying eyes. (The only eyes that'll be looking at your figure is Vergil's as he's just standing there with his arms crossed, staring at you with his normal stoic expression)

Demands you to make a demon contact with him to show people your his and he's yours. He'll be proud if you summon him, gladly fight for you but won't outright say it. Just knowing that your his "mate" (his demon urges is skyrocketing rn) makes him feel blessed and content; he just claims you as his just like his books and katana (HA! Take that Dante!)

Dates will be either be in a quiet place away from humans or in a café. If he's being fancy enough, he'll take you to an expensive restaurant

Sparing and relaxation will be the highlights of yall's quality time toghter! Just be prepare because Vergil won't go easy on you. He knows you're powerful so why should he hold back? He wants to be at an equal level with you

Wanna see him flustered? Activate your Witch Time during your sparring and press various kisses on him. The best part is, he can feel your lips all over his face. There you go! Now you have the Dark Slayer glancing away from you, rosy pink dusted his cheeks accompanying him with red lipstick you imprinted on his face

Your height difference clearly made the blue demon felt like he was being challenged. You being taller than him? Haha, as if that'll stop him for being the dominant one in this relationship. He needs to uphold his infamous status, he won't be submissive (Okay...maybe sometimes if he's feeling strangely friendly)

◇ Nero Sparda ◇

Nero didn't really care about you when you first appeared in the church; he was just laying back, jamming to his music as he dazed off

Although, when you approached him, your tall stature and nun outfit seemingly cause him to snap out of his trance

Your sultry yet angelic voice definitely caught his attention as he can't seem to avert his gaze away from you

Will act like you didn't affect him in a way but its so obvious that the anti-social, hot-headed teen was admiring you, practically following you like a lost puppy

Whenever he's helping you with whatever, he'll try to start up some conversation like, "Where are you from?" Or "Why are you a nun here on this nobody island ?" Of course he received the same answer, "Quite the curious type lil pup? Next time dear". (He's pissed off you called him a pup but doesn't expressed his anger towards you)

Somehow, he's been spending more time with you without realizing it. From helping you carry stuff to socializing with you

One night, you and him were at the isolated parts of the town, gathering supplies The Order needed. What started off as a peaceful night shifted drastically to a slightly noisy one as some petty angels decided to ruin yall's quality time

Originally, Nero thought they were demons but with the bright light, angelic sounds, and them descending down with grace, he immediately knew they were angels. 'Wait, angels existed? Why are they coming towards us? Is our time up?', will probably be the thoughts circulating in his head. Oh Nero, if you knew they weren't coming towards you, rather a particular nun standing next to you

When he saw their weapons, his first instincts was to protect you, pull out Blue Rose, and shoot warning shots at them. Before he could, your voice rang out in your normal tone as if you weren't bother by their appearance. 'Were nuns this comfortable when they come face to face with servants of God?'.

One minute you were standing next to him, the next you were in the air, grabbing their legs and tossing them around like a rag doll. He didn't know what to do: should he help you or stay in place? Wait a minute...WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING THEM!?

He tried to call you but couldn't help but admired the way your form moves in the air; it was a sight for sore eyes. But he snaps out of it and rushes in to assist you

Sounds of shearing caught his ears which made him averted his gaze towards you. His eyes widened when he realized your white, pristine outfit ripping with every strike the Affinities launched towards you; it didn't helped that you were moaning

His face is bright red, eyes gawking at your figure. He thought nuns were classy, religious but nah, here you were being seductive and moaning with no shame at all. (He's a hormonal teenage y'all bare with him plz; his thoughts about you being the ideal nun was flushed down the drain)

Once your clothes were torn, you pulled them off, standing naked in view. Luckily (or not) a shadow casted over you before your hair latched itself on your body, turning into your tight bodysuit. At least you have some clothes on. And here you go fighting angels as if it was the most casual thing ever

Blood splattered on the cold cobblestone pavement. Gunshots rang throughout the area, followed with some shrieks and cries. The Umbre Witch sent a kick towards an Affinity, weaving about while projecting bullets towards the other enemies. The Holy Knight assisted the witch, striking and plunging angels below him with his brilliant revolver. The two didn't made much conversation, only focusing on their targets in front of them. Although, one of them breaks the tense atmosphere

"You should use that arm of yours, pup. It'll be more effective on them", they mentioned, glancing at the Devil hunter. Nero scoffed, covering his abnormal right arm futher in his cast as he delivered bullets and kicks to the angelic targets.

"Don't come talking about that when we're dealing with these what angels. Why are they here?! Why are you so calm?! What are you?!", he barked questions after questions, clearly being in his hot-tempered state. Giggles erupted from your lips. "Be patient puppy". "I'M NOT A PUPPY!".

After your small battles with the Affinities, Nero begin to demand answers about what the hell was all of this. So, you ended up telling him everything which seemed to calm him a bit

After the whole ordeal, angels will be an occasional thing in his life now all thanks to you! But these battles with them brought you two closer. I guess shredding bloodshed on angelic beings can stimulate a relationship

You manged to convince him to accept his demon arm which he gladly embraced! You help him with his abilities and even gave him advices on how he can perfect it

Sparring will be a common thing between y'all! The two of you will sneaked off into the woods and practice for a while until Nero is tired out

Nero finally court you after the incident between a red demon, the Order, and their attempts to take over the world! (Dante, Lady, and Trish were just standing there as they watch the stubborn yet now bashful teen express his love to you, smiling at his sudden change in behavior)

He'll be asking all sorts of question regarding your witch origins. From your watch to demon summonings and abilities. If he had such features of a dog, his tail will be rapidly wagging as his ears perked up in interest

Expect to receive gifts from him! He just wants to spoiled you even though he knows you have the money to spoil yourself and him

Sneaking off will be a common thing between y'all. Either you will be ditching Luka or him stepping away his Holy Knight duties and quickening his missions. Sigh...such young love

Common dates will be sauntering around the town, visiting shops and cafés or it'll be in the woods, the two of you enjoying nature and the tranquil atmosphere

When he got his haircut and out grew his teen face, he thought he wouldn't get tease by you anymore. Unfortunately, his new appearance made you tease him more. You still called him a puppy which he is pissed at but couldn't help but love that silly nickname you persistent on keeping

He will take you on his missions with demons and explored new areas with you, taking your hand gently and gesturing you around the foreign area

♧ V ♧

He thought you were an angel in his eyes....ironic enough, you were the opposite of that

He woke up in your apartment, confusion written all over his face as a rather large yet soft blanket covered his body

When he finally sat up, memories surfaced up from last night; realizing that he passed out due to overworking himself with that Nidhogg suddenly popping out of nowhere

"Ah, you're finally awake", a voice called out to him, making him direct his gaze to where that voice was. There you were, sitting on a chair with...Shadow laying against your chair with Griffon sitting on your table.

"V, thank goodness you're awake! This crazy minx tried to cook me!", the black hawk squawked, pointing his wing at you. "Decitful hag!", he exclaimed. A smirk tugged your lips. "Such a foul mouth you have, perhaps I should punish you, how about feeding you to my little pets hm? Or having all those feathers of yours pluck out", a dangerous glint shimmered in your eyes, making the demon shut up quickly. Grumbling underneath his breath, he swiftly flew over to his owner and perched on his shoulder.

The man glanced around the apartment, taking in everything before shifting his gaze back to you. "Where am I?", he asked. "You're in my apartment, dear. Found you resting along the cold dirt peacefully", you answered, standing up from you seat which caused the cat demon to opened her eyes. V couldn't help but stare at you with keen interest; you had a weird aura surrounding you, and you weren't faze by the two demon familiars. Before he could say nothing else, a finger was placed on his lips. "Save the chit-chat for later and drink this", you offer him a glass of water. Griffon scoffed at you while Shadow came sauntering towards you, rubbing her head towards your leg. Who are you?

From there, conversations occured ranging from who you were to somehow poetry much to Griffon's annoyance. Although, all he receives from you was vague and vise versa (Ah don't we love the mysterious types)

Weirdly enough, the two of y'all become friends because of your mysterious (attractive) behaviors and somehow, you mingled your way into his life

V was wondering why you weren't so perplexed at his demon companions, weren't you human as well? Surely you'll be afraid of these abnormal creatures. And yet here you were petting Shadow's head and grooming Griffon's feathers (Which was revolutionary)

Sooner than later he acquired his answer when he came face with a...few Joys. Griffon and Shadow emerged out, beginning to attack them without V's commands. V was in utter shock, these were angelic beings? Have they came to atone him for his sins on behalf of his demon half? (Nah, they just scented a familiar aura on him from a certain witch)

Immediately, a wide curled ribbon of metal came whizzing towards him. Before he could call Shadow, a dark rose gold barrel of a gun collided against the metal ribbon. "You certainly won't get a man if you're throwing attacks at him", V's eyes widened when he heard your voice. Turning his head behind him, he noticed your stature looming over him

Surely enough, the Joy begin to thrashed the whip around, aiming at you relentlessly. You dodged it effortlessly, performing Witch Time and sending Wicked Weave towards the feminine being. As soon as V blinked, the being groaned loudly before bursting into a bright beam of light, blinding him which made him raise his arm over his eyes

Once the Joys were finally dealt with, halos and feathers scattered over the grass. Soon enough, both Griffon and Shadow returned to V's side. Shadow looked like she was ready to pounce on you while Griffon raise his wings, ready to sent a Blockade attack at you. "I knew it! You wicked bitch!", Griffon squawked which made you amused. "Perhaps I should feed you to Gomorrah. He'll be thrilled trying something new rather than souls and angels", your smile become a dangerous smirk. "Oh you!-".

V managed to calm the situation down, easing his familiars and keeping you at a safe distance from you. He finally inquired about what you were but you gave him a smile. You crouched down, placing your gloved hand over your maroon lipstick lips and blow a kiss towards him...or so it seems. Trio of heart projectiles blew passed him (one landed on his cheek) and shattered the angelic seal behind them, thus opening a small portal to Inferno. "Ask your little pets, it seems I must be off my way", you explained before sauntering away and disappearing

V placed a hand on his cheek, confusion etched his face as he stood there, collecting his thoughts. Slowly, he removed his palm, placing it down to his side; however, a light shade of pink dusted his pale cheeks

Brushing that thought away, he averted his attention back on his familiars. "What was she talking about?", his cool, calm voice reached them. Griffon sighed but reluctantly explained to him that you were an Umbre Witch

Hm? A witch that has demon contracts? So you were like him in a way in some sorts. You were an enticing person while he was a fragile human half of his original self

Nonetheless, he felt a connection between you

After this meeting, he ended up visiting you at your apartment one day. Book in hand, reading and waiting for you to open the door

You revealing your true identity left an impression on V. He knew you were a stunning person, but now? His admiration he had for you deepened immensely

These visits became more frequent and it looks like his pets became very comfortable around you. Griffon kept squawking at you, trying to find a comeback at your passive aggressive threats; Shadow is always by your side, demanding some pats and attention like some house cat

You somehow ended up filling your bookshelves with poetry V recommended for you

Eventually, your relationship with him sparked up into the next level: boyfriend & girlfriend

Expected this man to be his mysterious, quiet self. He's not that opened up but will sometimes alluded to stuff about him and his past like that time he mentioned that roses was his mother's favorite flowers

The next day he was greeted with bundles of roses and a small note.

Dear V,

Roses are beautiful creations, it represents love and passion but it also means commitment, respect, admiration, and harmony. Your mother must've been a brilliant rose

Love, Your Favorite Witch

(There's a lipstick mark on the small envelope)

With each word he read, his lips tugged into a smile. It was a heart felt message from you which made him content. He kept that letter in his book, always rereading it whenever he's far away from you

You will accompanied him whenever he's venturing somewhere that in invasive with demons and possible angels lurking around. (Griffon complains about it but enjoys your witty remarks)

When V summoned Nightmare, you were taken back by his white hair appearing, getting rid of every strand of jet black. When the battle is done, you're just running your hand through his hair which soothe him greatly

Sometimes when his limbs gives up on him, you just carry him around as if he weighs like a pillow of feathers. You prefer carrying him bridal style, enjoying him against your body and stare at your chest. (V is trying his best not to look at them)

"Love and harmony combine, And round our souls entwine. While thy branches mix with mine, and our roots together join. Joys upon our branches sit, chirping loud and singing sweet; like gentle streams beneath our feet, innocence and virtue meet", V recited the printed words in that brown-gold, embroidered book. He smiled, before turning the page.

"Alright lover boy, cut it out! If you think slashing and decimating angels in horrific ways is innocent and virtue, THEN YOU'RE DELUSIONAL!", Griffon yells. In the distance, you summoned a large chainsaw and cleave through a Hamrony. Blood sprayed everywhere before exploding into a pool of blood. "She's truly one of a kind", V smiled at you

Cuddles will be a common thing as you'll drag him to bed so he can get some sleep; his body desperately needs it. You'll trace his tattoos with slow strokes with a hint of suggestion into them

V cherished every moment he has with you because he knows this body of his will crumble away if he doesn't come face with his demon half; he just hopes you'll understand this revelation and still love him even when he merged with Urizen, turning back into Vergil

¤《 Urizen 》¤

Urizen despise you at first glance. There standing in all of glory was you with your hands on your hips

You sauntered towards him without a care in the world. You're emulate confidence and flamboyance with just your walk. Why wasn't a mere human like you crumbling to their knees at the sight of him?

You had the audacity to ask him if he seen a certain platinum witch with a coy smile. Your answer was received with a Qliphoth root launched towards you at ridiculous speed; fortunately, you did a back flip, activating your Witch Time

"Is that the way you treat woman? No wonder why you can't get none", you passively insulted him, eyes meeting his face. You scanned him up and down, shamelessly checking him out. "Foolish woman, how dare you stand against a king", he glares down, teeth baring at you. An 'o' shaped form on your lips, making you placed your gloved hand over your lips. A smirk etched across your face. "On second thought..., perhaps you have a way of swaying women", you swirled your Scarborough Fairs in your hands. "Let's dance, baby! Hope you're ready for a bloody coronation!", you winked at the demon king.

The battle continued for a while without no interruption. The both of you kept up with each other; you dodging the pillars of blue flames beneath you while that red crystal counter all of your Wicked Weave and bullets. Eventually, you realized that you're still looking for your Umbre sister

With a final attack, you swiftly perform some backflips to distance yourself from him. "Sorry big boy, but a friend is waiting for me", you placed your hands on your hips. A scorn growl erupted from the king. "You dare walk away from this skirmish. I'll have your head as compensation", his claw scratched his throne as the other remained on his cheek. You laughed at his declaration. "Is that the way you show people you're interested in them? Don't worry, I'll leave a parting gift", with that, you blew a kiss at him, winking before disappearing from his imposing domian

The mystery surrounding you, a human left him feeling a myriad of emotions: bloodlust, anger, and loathing coursed his demon blood, but wonder and a dash of aroused stirred his heart

You kept your end of your promise and showed up again after a week or so later. "How peculiar. Do you wish to yield and relinquish your fate, Umbre Witch?", he inquired, multiple eyes piercing down at you. "No I just missed you that's all", it seems like your answer earn a quiet sneer from him

Somehow, some way, Urizen didn't attack you; rather he observed you, scrutinized your stature and style. Tight bodysuit, odd guns strapped to your heels, a watch on the opening gape of your chest. Such a weird outfit a human wore. "Hm? My eyes are up here big shot", you called out

Heels clicked the miscolored root ground as small butterflies flew from you. You stand in front of him, hands on hips as you stared up at him. Dear, he is massive

Small talks emerged with you starting off first with Urizen sometimes replying or just listening to you. These random meetings somehow but amusing lead to a mutual bond between you: an alluring witch and the new Demon King

Urizen started to see you less as a weak human and more of a human who is stronger if not powerful than all of humanity. Of course his pride and position refused to acknowledge that you might have the chance to defeat him

These talks made Urizen understand or get a good idea of what emotions are. Happiness, sadness, frustration, pesky human emotions. Yet it seemed he may have been too keen on two things: admiration and curiosity. It's a weird feeling and he experienced it whenever he's by you. Soon, that admiration and curiosity led to love

He hated it; these galling sensations makes you weak. He refused to succumb to such disease. He was the Demon King, he needs power, not love. But he couldn't help but feel his demon blood coursing through his veins about the idea of having you as his mate

Thats the solution. In order to satisfy his infatuation for you and his power hungry desire, why not make you his mate? It's a demon's instinct to display ferocious power to a desired mate and court them, thus making them there's

One day, he abruptly cut off your words and command ask you to be his mate. If you disagree then he shall keep you here forever until you comply. Fortunately for him, you agreed but mentioned to tone down his tone when it came to demon customs which earned you a huff

This demon expects you to be by his side 24/7. You're going to be his queen after all, so why would you want to venture out of this humble domain and into what's left of Red Grave?

A queen must need a throne next to the king right? That could be improvise...but of course this is Urizen we are talking about. He'll have you sitting on his lap, more like his thick rooted layer thigh

He'll make sure you won't fall off his thigh with the help of Qliphoth roots. Just to be clear it'll be nearly impossible to get off his thigh. If you however wanna get off of him, he'll be a stubborn ass and refused to let you leave

The height difference is immensely noticeable. You stand at 8 feet while he's like 20 feet at best (I saw someone said he's like 20 feet and I'm going with that bc there's no sources confirming his height)

Performing affection such as hugs, kisses, and even sex is difficult because you know, he's enormous but y'all found a way to work it out. You'll kiss his rooted skin, caressing his skin which was surprisingly soothing to him. He won't admit it but he enjoys you peppering his cheek with kisses. Blowing a kiss and even dancing suggestively deepens his desire for you

He'll return the favor by picking you up and placing you in his palm, carefully and delicately brushing your face and hair with his long claw. Qliphoth roots will find its way to your body and caressed your body (you can take it as affectionate or....that way. Btw he could feel your curves and stuff!) He'll offer you heads of demons and even some halos of angels if their unfortunate souls found their way in his domain

He knew you were an Umbre Witch as soon as he saw you. You reeked of different, powerful demons that are well known in Inferno

He couldn't help but be annoyed and jealous that your soul was meant for them, not him. He wanted you to rely on him instead of your demon companions. But since its a contract, he couldn't break it no matter what. Yes, the Demon King couldn't interfere with demon contracts which greatly irritated him

Instead of fussing over it, he decided to display his extraordinary power and strength in front of you whenever opponents challenged him. He'll toy with them while delivering attacks to them. In his eyes, you'll be more willing to accept him more as his mate

Admires you whenever you demonstrated your power, although his demon instincts are telling him to make you rely on him instead of your power and abilities. He just wants you to be his submissive mate but even he knows that won't happen

He is determined to rule the world with you by his side, his pretty queen standing next to him. The perfect ideal dream will be fulfilled as soon as he consumed the Qliphoth Fruit. You shall be superior against every being and produce heirs to his throne (But that could only happen in another timeline though)

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Finally I'm done! Hope y'all enjoy this! Yes V's thing is long, I'm almost done with DMC 5 and this is my way of coping. I'm fine y'all

(I'm not).

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rachelsfav-queer · 3 months ago

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Favorite AU PT. 2

(Part 1)

Wednesday: And this is my pet scorpion, his name is Nero. He’s my best friend and if anything ever happened to him, I would murder whoever hurt him, but not before ensuring that their final hours are the absolute most mind-numbingly horrific torture that any human mind could ever imagine. No, worse than that.

Enid: Wow… you have a pet scorpion? That’s kinda cool, but also really creepy. Which kinda fits, I guess, cause you’re pretty creepy too!

Wednesday: *blushing* Thank you. It’s almost time to take Nero on a walk. Do you want to join me?

Enid: Oh yeah! I’d love to, Willa!

*Five Minutes Later*

Wednesday: Nero loves the feeling of the scorching sidewalk beneath him. It reminds him of the burning pits of Hell.

Enid: *fascinated* Wow! That’s pretty cool! I don’t really like the heat, I’m already warm all the time so the heat just makes me uncomfy.

Enid: OH WAIT! I almost forgot, I needed to grab something for my mom! Hold on, Willa! I’ll be right back, it’s just down the road! Don’t go anywhere without me!

The young Addams obeys, and allows Nero to crawl around as far as his leash will allow. Suddenly, the sound of mocking laughter and the horrific smell of teenage boys appears from behind Wednesday.

Bully 1: YO FREAK! What you got there? Is that a fucking scorpion?

Bully 2: *scoffs* Of course it is. I’d expect nothing different from a sick fuck like Addams.

Wednesday: Are these childish insults meant to affect me? My younger brother could come up with more biting remarks, and he’s soft, weak-willed, and pudgy. I guess this is what you get from public education these days.

Bully 1: *growling* You know what? We were just gonna leave you alone, but I’ve changed my mind. Yo, grab the freak, I’ve got the scorpion.

Wednesday panics as she’s grabbed by the two larger boys grab each of her arms, holding her pinned as the first boy yanks the leash out of her hands. She has no idea what he’s about to do to her precious Nero, but none of them have time to find out as a loud scream erupts throughout the street.

Enid: LEAVE THEM ALONE!!

Suddenly, with blinding speed and stunning strength, Enid lands a devastating punch to the leader of the group, sending him flying a remarkable distance. The bizarre show of ferocity and strength terrifies the other two boys and they dash off, only barely remembering to grab their friend and leaving behind their bikes.

Enid: *picks up Nero, petting him gently* Oh my gosh, are you two okay? Willa, are you okay? Did they hurt you?

Wednesday: *gulps and blushes* You… you saved me. You saved Nero…

Enid: *smiles* Of course, silly! I wasn’t gonna let those jerks hurt my best friend! Or my best friend’s best friend! Really though, are you okay? You look… kinda red? I didn’t know you could have color on you? Are you sick?

Wednesday: You… have fangs… and claws.

Enid looks down at her hands, finally noticing her nails extended into sharp claws. She raises one hand up to her mouth and accidentally pokes her finger on her sharp fangs sticking out of her mouth.

Enid: Woah… I DIDN’T KNOW I COULD DO THAT!! THAT’S SO COOL!! I HAVE TO TELL MY MOM! SHE’S GONNA BE SO HAPPY!

Wednesday: *still blushing* Yes… they are very… cool.

(Day 9 of Wenclair-Tober, but not today’s actual prompt. Sorry, I just didn’t feel comfortable with today’s prompt, but I said before that I might do a part two of this prompt, so I figured I’d write that instead! Hope y’all enjoyed!)

#wenclairtober #wenclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #enid x wednesday #wenclair prompts #writing prompts #october writing challenge #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #my writing

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saotoru · 2 years ago

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how they eat it

dante, nero, vergil x fem reader

tw cum eating

dante

dante is sloppy. he likes it filthy and messy. the sight of your sticky cunt covered with his cum drives him so fucking feral that he lowers his mouth onto you and laps it up, moaning at how good you both taste. he knows you’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, overstimulated by the way you squeal his name and pull on his hair, but dante doesn’t care. he needs to feel you cum on his face. he wants it so bad that he whines into your cunt, slipping two fingers inside you while his lips wrap around your clit, the sensitivity bringing you close to another orgasm.

“fuck, you taste so good, angel… tastes so good when you’re covered in me. cmon princess, squirt for me, please make a mess on me…”

a hand comes to press down on your lower abdomen and that’s enough to send you hurtling over the edge, all the pressure building up finally releasing. you shake violently while dante fucks you through your orgasm, but he’s got you, licking up all you have to offer. he pulls back for a moment to admire your pussy glistening with saliva, cum, and squirt, smoothing his hands over your thighs. “good job, pretty girl… give me another one, yeah?”

nero

nero is sweet, so gentle that it’s almost teasing. he’s nervous peeling off your panties to admire your pretty pussy, shiny with arousal. he’s so awestruck that he forgets he’s just staring and his warm breath tickles, making you close your thighs instinctively, a bit shyly.

“no, no,” he says as he gently pries your legs open once more. his eyes meet yours. “you’re so gorgeous.”

“nero…”

the whine in your voice is so cute that nero just can’t help but give you what you want. he presses a kiss at the junction of your thigh, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your knees. “i know, baby.”

he loves to kiss everywhere first, softly, over both thighs and all over your pussy. he wants to show you how much you mean to him. it makes you squirm in anticipation with how slow he’s being, how ticklish his lips feel, that you almost whine again before finally feeling him press a long kiss to your clit. nero rewards you for your patience by making out with your sensitive clit, the moans it earns him spurring him on, his tongue parting your folds. he can’t get enough of your reaction, entranced by the way your hips twitch with every flick of his tongue. you’re so cute when you grind yourself against his face like this, that he can’t help but hump into the mattress, getting himself off to being used to make you cum.

vergil

vergil is actually feral. for someone who prides himself on composure and self control, he’s rough when he eats you out. he can’t help it. his burning desire to taste you is so overwhelming that all he can do is shove his face further into your pussy. he grips the soft flesh of your thighs hard and pins them to the bed, leaving you unable to squirm away from his relentless tongue. it’s too much, your clit still sore from your third orgasm but vergil isn’t done. he needs more. “your taste…” his voice is a growl, borderline inhuman. “it’s driving me insane.”

the nails digging into the flesh of your thighs become sharper, and you realize that he’s close to dting. the realization has your legs accidentally clamping around his head but vergil growls, large hands forcing you open and holding you still.

“enough. take it.”

you can’t interrupt him, not when he’s like this, not when he needs to have his fill of you. he mouths at your pussy, pressing his face into you as much as he can. slick coats his face, tongue, nose, everywhere, filling his senses with you, but it’s still not enough. he gives your clit a rough, hard lick, pleased how you writhe and whine beneath him. vergil loves how vulnerable and pliant you are, letting him make you cum again and again until he’s satisfied.

#i forgor how to write #LOOK AWAY #plz do not perceive this #dmc x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader #idgaf if this even shows up in the tags lol #I just needed to post this so I can stop re editing it lmfao #i still hate it and am not happy w it LMAOO

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naomijoestar · 1 month ago

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I have an idear if you may 😌

La Squadra with a person who has a healing stand BUT the Stand is like a giant version of one of those microwaveable plushies (with its own heating ofc) so you can get cozy and healed at the same time :3

Masterlist here <3

I love this so much omg! I loved writing this especially because we usually see most of la squadra’s members with a tough exterior but this shows their soft side instead <3 I hope you enjoy!

La Squadra with a member who has a healing stand that takes the form of a giant warm plushie

Risotto Nero

Risotto was not the kind of man to indulge in creature comforts. The others joked that he’d never even touched a pillow before. Yet, after a mission where he’d taken a bullet to the shoulder, you decided he didn’t have much of a choice

“You don’t need to—” he started, his deep voice gruff and serious, but you were already calling your Stand to his side. The plush appeared, draping itself over him like a weighted blanket. Its heat seeped into his muscles as it began to heal his injury

Risotto froze, clearly unsure how to react. For a moment, you wondered if he was going to shove it away, but then he let out a slow, almost inaudible sigh

“… It’s efficient,” he said finally, as though trying to convince himself more than you. He remained completely still while the plush did its work, though his sharp eyes occasionally darted around the room, clearly worried someone would catch him looking… cozy

“You can relax, you know,” you teased lightly

“I am relaxed,” he deadpanned, his monotone voice betraying nothing. But the slight way his fingers curled into the plush’s fur told a different story

Formaggio

Formaggio was the team’s class clown, so it was no surprise that he latched onto your Stand immediately

“I’m telling you, this thing is a game-changer,” he declared one evening, sprawled dramatically across the couch with your Stand draped over him. “You could open a spa. We’d make more money than assassinations.”

“Or you could stop using my Stand like it’s your personal pillow,” you retorted, though you couldn’t hide your grin

“C’mon, you know you love me,” he said, giving you a cheeky wink

The plush shifted slightly to rest more firmly against his side, and Formaggio practically purred. “Ahhh, this is the life. Prosciutto needs to lighten up and give this thing a shot.”

Melone

Melone treated your Stand like it was the most fascinating experiment he’d ever encountered

“This is incredible,” he murmured, lying flat on the floor while the plush wrapped itself around his legs like a giant heating pad. “The way it generates heat… Does it tap into thermal energy? Or is it biochemical? Fascinating…”

You chuckled, watching him poke and prod at the Stand’s fur with an almost childlike wonder. “You’re overthinking it, Melone. Just enjoy it.”

“Oh, I am enjoying it,” he said with a blissful smile. “I’m just imagining the possibilities. Perhaps we could develop a combat application! Imagine this thing smothering an enemy—healing them, sure, but leaving them too cozy to fight back!”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works,” you said, but Melone wasn’t listening. He was too busy rambling about lavender-infused knockout tactics

Prosciutto

Prosciutto was the hardest to crack. “A professional doesn’t need… fluff,” he’d said with disdain when he first saw your Stand

But one day, after a mission had left him with a pulled muscle in his back, you caught him eyeing the plush. He tried to walk it off—straight-backed and prideful as ever—but eventually, he relented

“Fine. Do what you must,” he said, sitting stiffly on the couch

The plush appeared, immediately wrapping around his shoulders. You saw his posture relax by about half an inch

“You’re good at this,” he said quietly after a while. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

You didn’t miss the way his hand briefly rested on the plush, almost like a pat of approval

Pesci

Pesci loved your Stand from the moment he saw it

“It’s so… cute!” he exclaimed, wide-eyed. “Can I—uh, does it, you know… work on stress too?”

You laughed. “Stress? Pesci, do you have stress?”

“Well, Prosciutto’s been on me a lot lately, and my shoulders are really stiff,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck

The plush appeared, settling over his shoulders like a heated cape. Pesci’s eyes widened, and he let out a soft, high-pitched sigh that sounded suspiciously like a kitten purring

“Th-this is amazing!” he stammered. “I feel like I could nap forever!”

“Glad to know I’m running a daycare,” you teased, ruffling his hair

Illuso

Illuso was too cool for your Stand—at least, that’s what he claimed

“That thing’s ridiculous,” he sneered. “What assassin needs a stuffed animal to coddle them?”

But when he twisted his ankle after a particularly bad fight, he had no choice but to hobble over to you

“This doesn’t mean I like it,” he growled as the plush enveloped his foot, the heat easing the pain almost instantly

“Of course not,” you said, biting back a smile

Illuso glared at you, but the way he slumped back into his chair betrayed his secret relief. You caught him muttering under his breath, something suspiciously like, “Stupid thing’s too soft…”

Ghiaccio

“I don’t need that fluffy nonsense,” Ghiaccio declared loudly. “Do you think I’m some kind of child who needs a blankie?!”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re limping.”

“No, I’m not!” he snapped, which was a blatant lie

Without waiting for permission, you summoned the plush, and it tackled him like an overenthusiastic dog. Ghiaccio yelped, flailing as it wrapped around him

“Get this thing off me!” he barked—until the warmth kicked in. His expression softened immediately, though he quickly scowled again to cover it up

“… Fine. It’s not terrible,” he grumbled, crossing his arms

You smirked. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other posts, and if you’d like anything specific written for a jjba character/squad you can request it if my requests are open!

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dictatortirah · 2 months ago

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Gura x Nero for the Squirm fans

I wrote da first draft and @jestbii made everything better and gayer

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“Whelp, that’s another job well done, Nero!” Hemlock proclaimed, clapping their hands together triumphantly- a cloud of chalk puffing from their hand, mostly to hide fingerprints. It erupted a sneeze from their snout, rather embarrassingly as they immediately faced away to deal with it.

Nero let out a weary groan that filled the air, his body protesting as he yanked the hatchet free from the cultist’s lifeless form beneath him, which was in the worst of state, considering death via hatchet was on today's menu. The force of the tugging nearly sent him tumbling backward, but he had quickly steadied his lumber body, glancing down in disgust at the grim sight before him. This never did get any easier…and it reminded him of very bad times. Blood pooled around the body like dark ink on parchment, and he couldn’t help but hope fervently that this cultist would stay dead- they’ve come back before, after all. With a final, forceful tug, he freed the hatchet, its blade slick and glistening in the dim light.

His jacket was ruined, splattered with crimson chunks and remnants of the awful task adorning his whole entire body. Even if he wasn’t a fashionista like Vitr, it were up to him, he would never allow himself to get this dirty again. I mean, he had promised Sniper he’d leave killing behind—especially after his past experiences in the cult’s twisted rituals. He still thought about those sometimes at night…well, at least until he showed up. Besides that, the thought made him shudder. Never again would he go back to those days.

He glanced at Hemlock, his boss, who was scanning the area for any witnesses around the area, obviously a bit frantic. They nearly got caught last time, and things like this would surely cost them their citizenship- or lives. The act of assessing their surroundings with every darting eye made a wave of dizziness wash over Nero, whoever, and he suddenly realized just how exhausted he truly was. Days of tension and sleepless nights had taken their toll on his already sick and weak body. He wobbled over to Hemlock, who noticed his unsteady gait and caught him as he nearly collapsed against him. Jesus, what had gotten into this man?

“Damn, Nero! I didn’t think this one would wear you out this much!” Hemlock exclaimed, alarm flashing across their wrinkled face as they steadied Nero quite carefully, brushing imaginary dirt from his shoulder. All this did was slather their hand in the all too familiar blood, however…Nero swayed slightly, struggling to regain his balance. “You don’t look so good. Worse than usual…and that’s sayin’ something, since you usually look like shit.”

In a sudden, impulsive gesture, Hemlock yanked off Nero’s hat, causing the sickened man to flinch in confusion and near offense. It was a move that always annoyed him; yet it happened almost every single day! It felt like a violation of his personal space—unless, of course, it was someone special doing it. He wouldn’t retaliate or anything, though- he respected hemlock and he was also much too tired to deal with it.

“Hey! Why did you—”

“Nero! When was the last time you slept?” Hemlock’s eyes bore deeply into him, concern etched deep into their wrinkled features. “Your eye—one of them looks like it’s about to pop out! No wonder you’ve been slacking lately. Jesus, boy, haven’t I told you to sleep?” They had asked, gripping the hat, almost in frustration yet mostly concern.

“I’m fine—” Nero stuttered, admittedly shocked from Hemlock's concern…he’d be heart warmed, if he hadn’t been fading in and out of consciousness as they spoke.

Scoffing, Hemlock held their temple. “No, you’re not. I don’t trust you to go home and rest once we wrap up here. I hate that you make me do this, but dammit, I’m sendin’ you home myself!” Hemlock declared firmly, stomping their foot to emphasize their point, firm in their decision. Nero was their best worker, after all…in fact, one of the only ones.

Nero wasn’t going to have this, though-

“What?!” Panic surged through Nero, and he quickly recoiled, snatching his hat back from the worried boss of his. That was unnecessary! What if Sniper asked Hemlock about their work? What if Hemlock released all of the details of their excursion? The blood smeared on both the detective's jackets would certainly raise questions, that was for sure, no matter how blind that bunny was! He instinctively took a step back, distancing himself from Hemlock, mostly out of discomfort.

Realization dawned on Hemlock as they noticed Nero’s distress. Oh…Nero probably wouldn’t like it very much having his boss roam around his place, huh? Especially with the little friend he had…Hemlock paused, before sighing, rubbing their head out of discomfort and embarrassment..

“Agh, don’t worry about it, bud. We’ll wash up first. I’ll just have your little rabbit friend make sure you get some rest, you worrywart. Now, let’s go.” Hemlock began to head toward the nearby river, and Nero hesitated, trailing behind quite awkwardly. He felt a bit bad for being so quick to react, but there were more pressing matters in his mind…

“But…But I can’t go to bed.”

Hemlock halted, turning to face him. A look of puzzlement adorned their face, yet they never shifted their body to turn to him. What was he on about ?

“And why not? You’ve got a bed at home, don’t you!”

“Uh… y-yes, but.it’s because I…” Nero’s voice trailed off sheepishly, his head pounding. He felt dizzy again, nearly tripping over his own feet. He was clumsy, yes, but…his vision began to fizzle out, and things were becoming hard to discern. Had that been a bush he was approaching, or was it Hemlock?

Hemlock, having now fully turned towards the dizzy busybody, was currently studying him, concerned deepening in their gaze yet again. “Ah…yer an insomniac, huh? I’ve had my bouts of insomnia before. I have the proper meds for it. I’ll tell your friend to give them to you once we get home. Okay? Okay. Come on. We need to hurry..” they mumbled, turning, a bead of sweat dripping down their head from stress.

As Hemlock began washing off their coat with urgency, Nero followed hesitantly, the cool water splashing against his face doing very, very little to clear his muddled and messy mind. He cursed silently, repeating the motions in a futile attempt to wash away the grime—both literal and metaphorical. But, no matter how much he slapped his face with cupped hands of water, it never did anything besides cause him to shudder..

Insomnia. Yeah, right.

He had been depriving himself of sleep for a reason that weighed heavily on his heart- and his weakened mind. It had been three days—maybe four—since he last even closed his eyes or gotten a lick of sleep. And, guess what? Gura hadn’t visited him in dreams since then- and to put it plainly, he just couldn’t. It wasn’t possible. However, with each passing night, the pressure of the worm’s gaze loomed larger in his mind, paranoia gnawing at his every thought, his body shutting down due to the lack of sleep. Was Gura watching him, lurking in the shadows? How much longer would he hold out against the creeping dread of sleep? Would he ever be free from that piercing gaze? And those rough hands that would plunge him into the darkness?

Nero shook his head, fighting against the wave of anxiety, not wanting to appear pitiful in front of his boss. What could he say to convince Hemlock he was fine, and that he didn’t need sleep? He feared that if he succumbed, he’d awaken in the warm embrace of Gura’s fluffy ever sprawling tendrils, and the thought alone sent a shiver down his spine.

…Fluff. Even if he didn’t like it, he couldn’t help but think of the comfort it brought him, being wrapped in the fluffy embrace of the multicolored fur…suddenly, the prospect of sleep felt enticing, as if Gura’s hands were beckoning him, pulling him into the deity’s soft, vibrant form…where Nero belonged.

He hated to admit it, but..he missed Gura. He envied the thought of.

“Nero, seriously, Jesus Christ, are you okay?” Hemlock’s voice cut through his spiraling thoughts like a sharp kitchen knife slicing a soft tomato, causing Nero to jerk up. Nero looked down, realizing his hands were trembling, his vision blurring, the ultimatum of his deprivation finally flowing through his body. Exhaustion was finally catching up with him; his body was on the verge of shutting down, and god did it feel awful.

“I-I’m..yawn…I’m..fine..”

No… he couldn’t let himself fall asleep, not now and not ever again. Gura would be furious with him, and he’d never let him live it down. But, no matter how much Nero fought, the forceful feeling of the worm’s presence loomed closer, waiting for the moment he had surrendered to darkness, ready to be snatched up.

Ultimately, the man could no longer run. As his thoughts twisted in a downward spiral, his weak and shaky legs buckled beneath him, and he collapsed onto the ground, right on the bank of the river. The last thing he heard before surrendering to unconsciousness was Hemlock’s frantic voice calling out to him, being shaken with the grip of a worried boss-

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And as suddenly as it all went downhill, with just a few mere seconds, he was awake again.

“Nero… Oh, Nero!” Called a cocky, alluring voice.

Panic flared in the man’s tightened chest. No, no..

“Do you really think you can hide from me forever, Nero? Hehehe..aren’t you a cutie pie?”

Dammit…he let it happen…again.

Nero took a deep, shaky breath, steeling himself before opening his eyes. He knew it was coming, but he’d never truly be able to handle it…

The worm god loomed above him, his eyes swirling with an intense fury that filled and coursed through his elongated body, hands on his hips in sassy manner. Gura had a way of making himself appear larger when he was angry, his immense form casting a shadow that felt oppressive…yet, Nero couldn’t force himself to be scared of the God before him.

Even if he wasn’t scared, an odd sense of exasperation coursed through Nero, but he forced himself to maintain his composure. He wouldn’t let this cocky God get the upper hand…not again, and hopefully, never again.

“H-Hey, Gura,” he said, trying in a nonchalant tone. “So, uh… it’s been a while.”

“Been a while?!” Gura’s voice boomed as he circled Nero like a predator assessing its prey, sizing him up to see just how well he could devour him. “So, you tried to avoid sleeping to avoid ME for FIVE days? And when your body finally shuts down, you act this cocky with me?! I never thought you’d be such a fool…and so harsh to me, too. Oh, and I’m not going to pretend I haven’t noticed you KILLING my cultists!”

A hand shot out, gripping Nero’s quivering jaw and forcing him to look directly into Gura’s eyes, grinding his soft fur covered fingers along the goats mouth, feeling his gums. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, toy.”

Nero scoffed, forcing himself to meet Gura’s spiraling gaze, eyes darting as his hands gripped at anything he could- which had happened to be Guras own arm. Despite the rage flickering in the deity’s eyes, a strange calm washed over him as their gazes locked, and Nero’s breath hitched as the pit in his stomach slowly but surely dissipated. The moment lingered before Gura snarled, growling, shoving Nero’s jaw back and sending him tumbling into something soft and plush, causing Nero to audibly yelp!

He gasped as he landed, recognizing the familiar sensation of Gura’s fluffy form slowly enveloping his body, wrapping around every part of him in a warm, soft hug. A part of him revealed in the comfort, fingers instinctively sinking into the warmth, squeezing and shuddering.

Gura turned away momentarily, muttering to himself in frustration, and after a pause, he had faced Nero again..a giggle crawling out of the deity's throat, and his once harsh scowl morphed into a teasing grin.

“Oh, Nero! Where are my manners? Now that I have you in my grasp, we might as well make our time worthwhile. We have plenty to talk about. Plenty...”

With a swift motion, Gura coiled around Nero, forcing him to sit down along his…stomach? This god was truly hard to understand, his stomach could be just about anywhere with just how infinite his body had seemingly been. A part of his body shifted upwards, bending into a makeshift table, balancing two cups and a teapot for them to share. Gura loved being able to mess with Nero with this..it entertained him.

“U-Ugh, seriously, again with this?” Nero grumbled, glancing up to find Gura’s sharp gaze locked on him. The worm’s grin was wide, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface, making Nero uneasy. He shrunk into himself, but the fur only scraped along the intimated man’s body once again, and he let out a yelp from the sheer feeling of it.

“Hm..well, then, let’s catch up,” Gura said, taking a sip from one of the cups..although, he had recoiled, as he was never very good at brewing his own tea, quick to set the cup back down and lean forward, hands folded beneath his chin. “This past week, you’ve successfully killed three of my disciples with that godd of yours…Impressive, I must say. Trying to thwart my plans as usual, I see… You’ll never stop being such a pain, will you?” He leaned closer, his face inches from Nero’s, their breaths hitting one another’s, the tensions in the room enough to cut with a knife.

“Killing is what my cult endorses, isn’t it? Aren’t you a little afraid of becoming like them again? Hah, you’d do good in my cult..wearing a little robe, whispering my name..”

Flustered, Nero interjected- “A-Absolutely not! I know what I’m doing,” Nero shot back, his voice stronger than he felt. In reality, he felt..soft..this fur was soft. But still, he fought back, much braver sounding that he really was in his heart.

“Ugh..If it takes a bit of blood spillage to stop you, then so be it…I’ll never let you lay a finger on the people I care about.”

Gura sighed, feigning an overly exaggerated exasperation, hand along on his temple. “Still playing the hero, huh? You really are a pain. Why don’t you just drop it and join me…?” His hands began to grip upwards along Nero’s body, causing him to writhe in the most playful ways... Gura loved the yelps Nero made…as his hands tugged all along Nero’s body, Nero grimaced, shuddering.

“W-well… wouldn’t it be easier for you to just kill me? Get it over with, huh?” Nero stammered, feeling the shift in the air, causing him to uncomfortably writhe in the deities grasp. He could sense where this was headed, and he didn’t like it…it was all too familiar.

“…Kill?” Gura repeated, raising an eyebrow, intrigued. He never really thought of killing Nero, before…but his implications of the want excited him. “Hah, you think I’d want to kill you?”

“Yeah…yeah, you could’ve killed me since day one- But you chose not to, isn’t that right?” Nero pressed, a spark of defiance igniting within him. He knew gura hated when he became bratty like this..

“While I was… staying up, I noticed things. Whenever Mallet is about to finish me off, you stop him…you may not be able to speak to me, but you keep me alive. You don’t want me to die. Are you that weak?”

Gura’s expression darkened, but he pulled Nero even closer, his grip tightening. His hands, coiled around Nero’s squirming body, gripped and tugged against his clothing, hands squeezing and digging at his calves and gliding along the man’s thin waist to earn a shudder or two.

“Hah..you always bite back when you never should. You know I don’t like it when you fight back..but, oh, if you think you’re so clever, why not keep talking?”

Nero gulped, hands twitching as he tried his best to look away, biting his lower lip.

Jesus Christ, he hated when gura acted like this..so malicious, and he always knew exactly where to touch to irritate the man more and more.

“U-uh… i’m just saying how…i- i uh….” He gave up quite quickly, his bravado shattering under the stress of the direction. He may have accidentally dug his own grave…

Gura began to giggle, knowing he won…oh, Nero was so adorable like this!

“Oh, baby, that’s what I thought. You’re always so much more obedient to your god than you’d like to admit.” A single hand trailed down Nero’s cheek, grazing down to his collarbone to tap it, trailing as he brought his head in to smell Nero’s fear.

“Haha..you’re still lovable as always, Nero… if you won’t say it, then i will.”

An arm slowly began to coil around Nero’s neck. “I hate you, Nero. But that’s what makes you so very, very entertaining to me…and I can’t have you dying on me when things are about to get fun.. Death is an escape for you mortals. And I don’t want you to escape just yet. The satisfaction of death…only I need to give you satisfaction.” Another coiled around Nero’s body, the hand lying on his waist squeezing his body in the most rough way he could.

“You’ve ruined my plans so many times, my little disciple…and I think a punishment is due. And what’s a better punishment than being my little punching bag for the night? heheh..” he trailed his long, snake-like tongue along Nero’s cheek, tasting the sweat beads like a primal beast as Nero groaned and recoiled in disgust. Even he had standards!

Nero placed his hand on the arm coiled around his neck, tugging, but the arm remained firmly. “S-so now you want to spend more time with me?” Nero forced a chuckle. “I didn’t think you missed me that much...let me go, I’m not plaything..”

“Mmg..shut it.” The arm suddenly tightened around his neck, causing him to choke and gag, legs flailing slightly against the Gods fields of fur.

“Nero…Last I heard…dolls don’t talk back.”

As Nero struggled against him, Gura laughed, clearly enjoying himself and the power he dominated over Nero’s body. He missed seeing Nero like this. Begging for mercy, writhing, squirming… “Besides being entertaining, you’re valuable to me. You have something I want…. Your smarts- your mind. And I’m not letting you walk out there freely while holding what should be mine..” “O-oh really..? Hf… give me all you got. I’m not ever going to give in to you.” Nero retorted, disheveled into breathless groans, his eyes daring.

“My, my..You can keep trying to struggle, Nero. But I can do this forever if I wanted to.” The worm snickered, his face now an inch close to Nero’s, a smirk along his face as his heart raced. “Not even old age can save you from this one, boy..forever and ever you’ll be mine..my disciple to play with, and mine to devour the fear from as much as I please.”

The coiling arm around his neck suddenly released its tantalizing grasp on the man’s neck, and Nero took a deep gasp and caught his breath- but, before he could think of a smart retort, hands held his cheeks, and the worm suddenly forced him into a kiss.

An oddly sweet scent filled the man’s nose as Guras fingers dug deep and tender into his cheek, the worm squeezing and rubbing along Nero’s stomach and chest to put him in a snake-like death lock. Gura loved how Nero fought back..with groans and hisses between every slip of their lips. It drove the deity mad with empowerment.

Nero struggled at first, but quickly gave in. It had been a while…and he couldn’t help but love the utter excitement he derived from the attention, their lips pressing in a confusing symphony of lust and toxicity.

And, after a moment, Gura had pulled back, and left them both breathing heavily as if they had just ran a marathon. Gura loved seeing Nero’s grumpy face after a kiss, his pouting lip made him seem adorable.

With a whine, Nero glanced back into the worm's spiraling eyes…and, as he gripped the Gods snout, he sighed, leaning in to press their foreheads together.

“Fine…I may have missed you..a little.”

#welcome to gleamfolk city #squirm #fic #writing

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ariseur · 10 months ago

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'Ello luv, it's been a while since I saw someone writing for DMC ugh, miss when dmc(5) was trending... What a good time!

I don't know if your requests are open or not, but catch up with me!! Our pretty girls and boys with a vampire!reader! Or or— A WITCH! BOTH

Like, you choose if it's a bunch of headcanons, blurbs, a full one shot with a character or not, I just really want to see it!

Well, obviously if you can do it honey, if you can't it's fine <3

dmc crew dating a vampire 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

devil may cry x reader

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this was actually my first request on this blog!! i don’t know why i put it off for so long bc it’s literally so cool?? i ended up just doing a vampire instead of witch/vampire witch so i hope you guys enjoy considering my phone crashed trying to copy n paste this from my notes to tumblr 💋

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

blood (but in the vampire way ykyk), fangs and mentions of sharp teeth, intended lowercase, kinda spoilers for dmc5 in v’s,

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ you are literally so hot in DANTE’s eyes, you could honestly do no wrong.

❥ i think you guys already know what i’m gonna say..

❥ if you feed on blood or need it for some sort of sustenance, dante will gladly volunteer. he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever.

❥ although, i’m not sure if vampires much like demon blood..

❥ eh, oh well. dante will still think it’s attractive, especially if you have fangs or some sort of sharper canines.

❥ only downside to being a vampire and dating dante is that you’ll occasionally hear a super bad transylvanian accent. like.. really bad.

❥ but!! if you’re also a demon hunter like him— and you have some cool freaky powers like draining blood or energy from empusas or really just any ability that’s useful, it’s heart eyes all around from him.

❥ you could be covered in blood or feasting on something and then you’ll spot dante in the corner wielding devil sword dante after defeating like seventy fuckin other demons and he’s just.. mesmerized.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ VERGIL’s much more curious about your species. do you have any weaknesses? are the fictionalized versions of your kind portrayed accurately? what are you exactly?

❥ luckily he’s a lot more quiet about his curiosity compared to, maybe— nico. his staring is intimidating, though. when he sits with you or near you, he’ll usually just study you. maybe it looks like he’s judging but he’s really just analyzing your appearance. especially if you have any distinctive features.

❥ if you have that dark ruddy aesthetic, he’ll likely admire from afar even if red isn’t exactly his favorite color.

❥ if you really needed it, he’d let you feed off of him although it’s definitely not his first choice. he’s not really a fan of being bitten, especially if you need to bite his neck or something like that.

❥ probably finds some esoteric artistic poem or painting with an underlying meaning of having to do with vampires and thinks of you every time he looks at it.

❥ his gothic poetic side is showing

❥ ugh i just wanna kiss his scowl so bad but i also wanna punch him.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ERO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ nero literally thinks it’s so cool.

❥ he might be a little wary once he first meets you? like are you gonna tackle him rn and sacrifice him with your own lil blood ritual?

❥ but once he finds out you’re docile or that you pick and choose on whom you feed on, he’s like, “oh okay that’s cool”

❥ probably like dante where the only version he knows of vampires are the hollywood adaptations of them. so like.. he’s confused if you can go into sunlight? or you can eat certain foods? or if you can go near churches??

❥ he, too, thinks you’re super hot. however!! very iffy about you drinking blood or feeding in front of him. not like it grosses him out but it’s kinda.. weird to watch for him?? idk.

❥ another thing is that he doesn’t want you biting him at all. he’s like vergil where he’ll be baffled if you even ask, except he’s super hesitant to offer himself unless you’re super injured and in dire need of it.

❥ just step on him to shut him up atp

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥 — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ V’s goth ass won’t shut up about how divine your species is and how fascinating he finds you.

❥ curious on your feeding habits and what you essentially need to survive, tries to find any and every book that he can about vampires so he can learn about you even more.

❥ he’s like those people who romanticize the 1800s or the salem witch trials or greece or ethel cain or lana del rey while kicking their feet and posting about it. he will find a way to make the situation poetic, trust me.

❥ finds it amusing if you’re annoyed by griffon’s teasing and threaten to eat him first if you were to ever go rogue, you might even be able to get a close mouthed chuckle out of v.

❥ utterly fascinated by just your very being, even if it’s just mundane traits. especially loves to see your fangs, dunno why but they’re just aesthetically pleasing to him.

❥ considering he’s kinda like a deteriorating human that’s basically turning into a husk, i wouldn’t recommend feeding on him unless you plan to kill him—which who would wanna murder our emo bae right here? (capcom)

❥ the type of person to roll his eyes at false folklore and representation because he’s literally in love with an actual vampire?? how dare they portray you like this??

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓛ADY — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ LADY also finds you super hot!!

❥ also interested because she’s probably never seen a vampire outside of media— so it’s a nice change of pace rather than being face to face with demons all day.

❥ despite all this, after the initial introduction, i’m not sure she’d care too hard? like— sure, you’re considered a supernatural being and all that.

❥ and although she thinks it’s super dope, i feel like it wouldn’t matter as much to her. she’s seen and done a lot of things at such a young age, i feel as though she’s almost desensitized?

❥ she’s so badass she can’t even care. she’s literally respected by dante, whom is titled ‘the legendary devil hunter’. (dmc5 did her dirty with her lack of part in the storyline 💔)

❥ she’ll respect any of your needs, and ngl also thinks you biting into her neck is hot.

❥ kinda surprised that you’re able to go out into sunlight even if she’ll never tell you that 😭

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓣RISH — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ another one who doesn’t care that much. it’s not like TRISH is dismissive of your species and where you come from, but she’s literally a full on demon who’s probably seen everything.

❥ you guys r so hot though, like the ultimate power couple.

❥ oh, and if you’re a devil hunter, too? you guys r gonna kick sm ass together. she’ll invite you to roll around with her for a while rather than with dante, although if you’re associated with devil may cry then that’s fine too. she’ll put up with dante’s ass just to visit you more often.

❥ i don’t recommend feeding off of trish?

❥ idk how vampires take to drinking demon blood

❥ but shit, if you have that red aesthetic and are just a total femme fatale (or other gender equivalent to that), trish is in charge of your outfits now.

❥ don’t even fight it, you will end up in the outfit regardless.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ICO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ oh boy

❥ if you’re lucky enough to survive the first meeting with NICO and you end up actually being in a relationship? you are def a trooper.

❥ when you’re first introduced, she bombards you with questions.

❥ where did you come from? do you have powers? are you like a demon and are there more of you? if so, can she harvest parts for a new bio-weapon? do vampires reproduce the same as humans? are you gonna suck her blood??

❥ she’s just a curious lady cut my girl some slack

❥ she thinks you’re so cool though!! wants you to tell her everything you know about vampires so she can log it. even if you’ve been in a long term relationship, she still can’t help but ask more questions.

❥ but!! as cool and hot as she thinks you are— like nero, she does not wanna see you feed and does not wanna be fed on!! (except.. maybe just one time to see how it feels.)

❥ ugh she just loves you sm please indulge her

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