#devil may cry short fanfic

[icycoldninja]

FLUFFCEMBER DAY#28: (Dante x Reader)

Drunk and sleepy

While enjoying some light night television and your favorite beverage, you were the most relaxed you'd been all week. No demons had attacked in a full 24 hours, Vergil and Nero were spending some father-som time a few towns over, Nico was out collecting parts and wouldn't be back for a week, Lady and Trish were out doing their own thing, and Dante was out of the house. He'd said he was just going for drinks with Morrison, and that he would be back before midnight, though you doubted these claims. Knowing Dante, he'd probably lose track of time and end up staying at the bar until the wee hours of morning.

Surprisingly enough, Dante stumbled through the door at 12:03, only three minutes late, an unusual swagger in his steps.

"Hey, Dante," You greeted, pausing your show. "How was everything?"

Dante either didn't hear you or was ignoring you. After a few moments, you still couldn't tell which explanation was more fitting because Dante had wordlessly taken a seat right next to you, picked up the remote, and switched to another channel, surfing TV shows lazily.

"Dante?" You asked again. "Hey, can you hear me?" The only response you got was a slurred "huuh" and a few slow blinks before the white-haired idiot resumed channel surfing.

"Hello?" You prompted again, waving your hand in front of his face, trying to elicit a response. Nothing. It was as if he never even noticed you.

"Oh heyy," He finally said, after a whole minute of silence. "When'd you get home?" You could only roll your eyes at him and sigh in exasperation. If this was the state Dante was in, imagine poor Morrison--oh wait, maybe Dante was just like this because he was irresponsible and careless with his alcohol consumption.

"I've been home for a while, now." You told him, as he slumped further against the cushions. "It's you who just came back. And you're a mess. Why don't you head to bed early?"

"Bed...yeah..." Dante mumbled stupidly, looking around the room as if expecting one to materialize before his eyes. Not seeing one, he shrugged, mumbled something along the lines of "night night" and fell asleep right there on the couch, his entire body going limp, head convienently landing right on your chest, smacking the wind out of you, the sheer weight of his large self forcing you into an awkward horizontal position where your legs were bent uncomfortably far and your arms were pinned to your sides.

"Well shit," You said to yourself, as Dante began snoring. "Guess this is how I'm spending the night."

[constantlyfeelsick]

i hope this ask finds you well and in good health despite the constant state of it all. do you have headcanons for a nerokyrie marriage? do you think they would get married at all? could i steal said ideas for my fanfic? bless your day🌝 🌟✝️🌟

I honestly can't see Nero and Kyrie get married in that they're both so devoted to each other that they feel no strong desire to get married because what change does it make? (Im gonna answer this assuming you mean the wedding event, not married life)

But lets say they did get married. I think that their wedding would be a day of both celebration and mourning. Obviously celebrating their legal union but also mourning the fact that Credo and their parents can't attend. Also, depending on when they get married, Nero could mourn the fact that his father isn't present for another milestone in his life.

I see their wedding as a pretty small event, we dont see many people in either of their lives. Venue wise, I don't know where they would get married but I do know it would be on Fortuna. They live, and all the other major events in their life have been on Fortuna.

[bitterlycursedstars]

Short fic- sexual tension and dirty talk

Word count- 709

V x GN!reader

Summary-Nico rightfully suspects that there's some sexual tension between you and V, so she takes matters into her own hands by forcing you to stay inside the locked van with him until you two get to the bottom of it.

The Van Scene

  "Nico, what the hell are you doing?!" I yelled as she shoved me through the van's door, locking me inside.

  "It's for your own good! Y'all need to quit whining and talk it out! Be honest for once!" She yelled through the window and walked away. Y'all? It's not just me in here?

  "I see she outsmarted you as well." A voice came from the passenger seat, almost giving me a heart attack as I fell onto the couch terrified.

Oh no. Not him. Anyone but him.

  "MotherFUCKER! You scared me half to death, V!" I yelled as I held my chest, feeling my heart pounding.

  "My apologies." He said quietly.

  "Y'know, I can hear the smirk." I snapped at him as I stood up. I heard him chuckle as I said it. I rolled my eyes and sat on the couch.

  "Do you know the purpose of this?" V got up and walked over to the chair in front of the couch and sat.

  "No. I thought we were just going to hang out, and then she pulled this stunt. Why are we here?" I looked over at him to find he pulled out his book and began reading.

  "Apparently, you and I have been rather hostile towards each other for too long. She seems to have some thought that we have feelings for each other and refuse to admit them." He scoffed as he turned the page.

Feelings? V? I decided to just look out the window and ignore him.

I began looking at him sometime later.

  "Don't you get cold in that jacket? If you could call it that..." I scoffed at him, causing him to roll his eyes and smirk. What a douche.

  "As a matter of fact, I do not. I actually find it quite comfortable. Unless, of course, you'd rather see me without it?" He peeked up from his book and smirked again, knowing what he just did to me. My face immediately turned red and I looked back out the window beside me. I heard him chuckle and he went back to reading.

 

  "I still can't believe she locked us in here until we "can get along". It's ridiculous." I sighed, not looking away from the window.

  "It's you who has the issue. I am perfectly fine being around you." He said smugly, without looking up from his book this time.

  "I have an idea... Why don't we just fake a hug, and pretend like we solved everything?" I rested my chin on my hand as I suggested. I looked over at him in time to see his eyebrow raise in curiosity.

  "Nah, nevermind. That's dumb. It would never work anyways." I shook my head and looked back towards the window. All of a sudden, I felt eyes on me.

 

  "You really have no idea, do you?" He closed his book and stood up and begin walking towards me.

  "What are you talking about, V? No idea about what?" I was extremely confused by his sudden change in demeanor. I stood up to meet him, only for him to push me back down onto the couch.

  "I didn't say you could get up, now did I?" He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, making sure I couldn't escape his grasp.

  "V, what the f--" I started to yell out in surprise, but was quickly cut off by lips crashing into mine and a tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I wasn't sure how to react for a few seconds, but soon realized what was happening.

Is he really saying he likes me?... I let myself follow his lead and kissed him back. He broke away from the rough kiss to breathe.

  "Now... be good, and do as you're told... Unless you want me to punish you." He grabbed my face in his hand and squeezed, forcing me to look into his eyes while he gripped the handle of his cane firmly in his free hand. I swallowed hard and nodded.

  "Yes, sir." I whispered.

  "Good. Truthfully, I was hoping for an excuse to use my cane on you, but we'll see." He said in a silky smooth voice and smirked at me, causing me to whimper.

[cocosnows]

A Lone Sword

Chapter 3

After getting thoroughly cleaned, the two boys got dressed with the clothes the woman gave them. Dante wore a yellow t-shit and blue denim overalls that fit a little two big. Vergil chose some shorts and a blue button shirt.

“… Interesting decision…” Vergil said to Dante.

“It’s cool isn’t it?!”, Dante replied excitedly.

“Heh, if you say so”.

The two children went downstairs. Hank and Linda were waiting for them.

“Heya boys! Wow, I couldn’t even recognize you two! Was the bath ok?”

“Y-yes… it was nice… thanks”, Vergil replied to the woman.

“We made some breakfast for y’all, I thought you might be hungry”, said Linda.

Two plates of sunny side up eggs and bread were sitting on the kitchen’s table.

“Don’t be shy boys, make yourselves comfy, ‘kay?”, Linda told them.

“We need to tend to the farm so we’ll be out. You can go wherever, just don’t cause a ruckus, ya heard?”, the man warned them.

“Yes… thank you”, Vergil responded with a serious tone.

The couple went out of the house and left the two boys alone.

Dante eagerly sat down on the table and started wolfing down his meal. Vergil was just silent. He sat down quietly and barely ate his food. When Dante finished his meal, he looked at Vergil and saw his plate almost untouched. He got concerned and asked:

“Verge… what’s wrong? Not hungry? Lemme tell ya, this is reall-“

“Dante”, Vergil interrupted him.

“What happened to mom?”

Dante froze, and his expression drastically changed. After collecting his thoughts for a moment, he started telling everything.

“Some time after you ran away… mom and I went into the house… we started hearing weird sounds around the house. Suddenly, the kitchen was on fire, and somehow all upstairs was on fire too. Mom shoved me into the living room drawer and told me to hide… to escape, and to learn to be on my own… then….”

Vergil was looking at Dante expectantly, and extremely nervous. He didn’t want to hear it, as it pained him to even think about it. But he knew he had to know the truth.

“After she closed the door, she ran to the door… while screaming your name.”

Vergil gasped loudly.

“She couldn’t go out because… b-because… those… demons…”

Dante lowered his head, put his hands on his face and started crying.

Vergil was left speechless. He stood up instinctively because of the shock. Even though Dante didn’t really mentioned what the demons did to Eva, Vergil saw her body with his two eyes. He saw how ruthlessly they murdered her.

“So mother… she really… she… actually…”

He had always thought Dante was the favorite, the preferred one… the one she loved more, but by hearing this he realized… his mother… she was willing to lose her life just to save him.

This realization devastated him. Tears started streaming down his face while his mind was busy assimilating this information.

After a moment, Vergil looked at his crying twin.

“It’s… it’s all… your fault”

Dante lifted his head to look at his brother. With a tearful face and a shaky voice, he just replied a broken “Huh?”.

He raised his voice and shouted at his brother:

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT”

He threw his chair away and grabbed Dante by the collar, almost lifting him off the ground.

“If you had NEVER been such a spoiled little brat… if you had NEVER made me angry and bothered me in the first place… the demons would’ve never attacked me… AND IF— IF YOU HAD NEVER EXISTED… THEN MOM… SHE WOULD STILL BE ALIVE”

“Vergil… I… I didn’t… I couldn’t—“

“SHUT UP”

Vergil tightened his grip on his brother’s neck and spoke to him in a threatening voice while looking directly at his eyes.

“You’re weak, Dante… you couldn’t protect her… you couldn’t protect yourself… you’re NOTHING”

He threw Dante, making him stumble and fall on his back.

“Those are some pretty hash accusations there, son”

The voice of a man could be heard from the entrance of the kitchen.

Vergil got startled by the presence of the man and turned to look at him. “Did he hear everything we talked about?”, Vergil thought.

“I knew you boys were pretty suspicious… and sorry for bein’ nosy, but I heard everything”

“It’s none of your business”, Vergil said with a serious tone.

“No, probably not… but I couldn’t turn a blind eye to what you said to Tony… or should I say Dante?”

The man walked over to where Dante was lying, and kneeled down to help him stand up.

“C’mon boys… what happened to you… no one coulda seen that comin’. You two… must be 12 at most. I’m not sure what happened to y’all, but those demons… we have seen ‘em. This place… it’s far from town, and those things sometimes roam around the fields. We can’t be out at night… after all… they took our little Charlie from us… in fact, those are his clothes…”

The man looked at the two children fondly, and with a hint of nostalgia and sadness.

Vergil looked at the man with a frown. “This old man’s sob story doesn’t matter to me… we are different from them… from normal humans…”

The man was still kneeling down, and Dante stood up, teary eyed.

“Whatcha looking so cocky for, boy?”, he said while pointing at Vergil. “Tell me, do you think something would’ve changed if you were in your brother’s place? Do you think you could be able to change your fates?”

Vergil was about to refute that accusation, but the more he thought about the possibilities… the more he realized the truth. Without the Yamato, what could he possibly do against those monsters? This made him frown profusely and clench his fists.

“Heh, thought so.”

The man let out a soft chuckle and Vergil turned to look at him with intense eyes.

“Look, what I’m trying to tell you is that you boys shouldn’t blame yourselves for what happened. The fact that you survived was a miracle.”

“You couldn’t have seen it coming, you couldn’t do anything about it… and that is not a sin. You two… are too young to blame yourselves for somethin’ like this.”

Surprisingly, the two boys were attentively listening to him. The fact that their demonic lineage made them survive stopped them from considering the biggest truth about their position:

What could they POSSIBLY do?

Being so young… could they even do anything about it? Prepare beforehand? Every possibility was simply out of the question.

“I’ve tried to blame myself too… to blame Linda, God and the heavens for what happened to Charlie… but I finally realized that some things are just out of our control. Accidents happen, and they hit you when you least think about it.”

“So don’t blame anyone, not even yourselves, for things that you couldn’t control”

“The only thing you can do… is learn, be stronger, be braver… and cherish your loved ones every single day… that’s the most important possession you have.”

The two boys were speechless.

They were no normal humans, yes, but the powerlessness, sorrow, fear, pain… it all made them just as human as everyone else. And what made them human kept them safe. Kept them together.

Vergil realized what he said to his brother, and how wrong he was, and with a broken voice, he said:

“Dante… I’m… I’m sorry… I was wrong…it was not your fault… it was not…”

Vergil started sobbing and was unable to speak further.

Dante started crying and threw himself into Vergil to hug him. This time, Vergil reciprocated the hug.

“I’m sorry Dante… I’m sorry for everything”

“I’m sorry too Vergil… I won’t bother you anymore… I will give you your space *hic* I p-promise”

“Dante…”

Vergil tightened his hug. The two boys cried their eyes out on each other’s shoulders for some time, while the man just looked at them tenderly, shedding some tears himself.

The words of the man reached a deep fiber inside the twins’ hearts. Those simple words were what they needed to finally lift the clouds on their judgment… to get a new perspective on what happened, and pave a new way for what lies in their futures.

———————

This is the end of the mini AU… if you read this, thank you for sticking with me, I really appreciate it TT. I’m planning on writing an epilogue on this series and maybe a continuation of the AU, but with a time skip straight to the DMC 3 events. Maybe it’s not gonna be a full story with diff chapters like this, I’m thinking on short stories with events of the game adapted to the AU, so… Stay tuned! And thanks again for the support 🫶🏼

[innocencemeetsevilofficial]

Power comes for those who would do anything to achieve it. Cast : Hylactic as Shadow (his discord username and casting call's is Hylactic) theirezumi for the Griffon Separate Wings Recolor (nexus mods)

noShigu for the Nero's DMC4 hair (nexus mods) Lies of P for the modded hair, clothes and weapons In-game characters for the models and characters.

Bonus: Leon's Villain costume for Zhan Tiri's appearance. Since is still a work in progress I’ll keep you all updated for more trailers and renders. See you soon!

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Two

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.

The man I attacked it is unconscious, tied up with vervain-soaked ropes. You set traps while he's in beauty sleep. By now, you'd think he'd be awake.

"If you think my brother will come here, you might be right. But he'll kill you and then rub it in my face that I'm an easy target." He says as he is waking up, he seems to be in some pain. I almost feel sorry for him.

"That's the point, dear man who I think is named Stefan. He already had the chance to kill me. And your idiotic brother decided to turn me into a vampire. So, tell me, what will be my fate this time? For what reason did that monster turn me into a soulless bloodsucker?" The resentment in my voice makes all the anger boil in my blood. Stefan seems to take pity on me, poor thing.

"Do you want to kill me to make him pay for the life he took from you?" Stefan is so understanding that it makes me want to vomit. I can kill him, and he wants to understand me. It's baffling how he's the brother of that psychopath.

"Killing you wouldn't give him even a third of what he deserves. I lost your life, killed my best friend during the transformation, and now I am being hunted by the clan that used to be my family." Saying this hurts in the soul, but you can't cry. Human emotions now seem so superficial.

"Almost all vampires go through this, dear, but they have the decency to attack the right person." Damon says behind you, and you smile. Finally, the rat is trapped in the mousetrap.

"You finally arrived at the party. I was starting to think your brother would die in your place." You say, while holding a stake in your hand.

"Your issue is with me, deal with me, and let him go. We can talk like adults, Y/N." Damon is so cynical it's laughable. He simply thinks he can get out of this situation with his fake charm. He could have done much better than that.

"You did this to me, tell me the reason, and your brother is free. No jokes or excuses. I want the truth, Salvatore." You continue to grip the wooden stake.

"You and I, we had a history. You asked me to make you forget. I couldn't let you die that way." Damon says, looking serious about it. What the hell is this?

"It can't be real... you're making up all this shit to deceive me." Something in you spirals out of control, as if it doesn't make sense. Him and you? It must be a joke. Damon gets close enough for the wooden stake in your hands to be aimed at his chest. Something stops you from killing him, but you still manage to land a punch on Damon's face. Congratulations, Y/N, you're definitely incompetent when it comes to annihilating a vampire.

He screams, perhaps more from the surprise of you managing to hurt him than from the pain itself. But unfortunately, your plan backfires. Damon catches up to you, and in an instant, your consciousness fades into darkness. At least you will die in peace. Until you feel a light calling you, or a voice with a light. Who knows, maybe it's God...You respond to the voice addressing you by your name, telling it to go to hell.

"Wake up, princess... I think you'll like the surprise." You finally open your eyes and see your personal nightmare smiling at you. Great, you've gone to hell, and the devil has taken on Damon's appearance.

"Not even dead I have peace..." You murmur as you feel your body stretched out. You are trapped by your legs, held down by a tree trunk.

"Darling, you're more alive than you think. Technically, you're dead, but being a vampire means eternal life, isn't it ironic?" Damon is a complete disaster in your life. He can't even serve to kill you.

"The Damon I've heard of would kill me for kidnapping his beloved brother and impaling him with a scythe, where is he?" You decide to provoke him to the point that he loses his temper.

"Your plan won't work, I'm a new man. Or a lighter version of what I used to be. But even the person I used to be wouldn't kill you." Damon responds in an enigmatic way.

"What are you going to do then, tough guy? Keep me here forever?" You add defiantly.

"If I knew, you wouldn't be hanging from a tree." Damon responds, his tone carrying a mix of frustration and resignation.

"Let me guess, your other moral compass can't know that you turned into vampire a good, innocent woman and then hung her from a tree like a piece of meat in a butcher shop?" You can tell you hit the mark by Damon's expression.

"Did you know that when you're quiet you look prettier?" Damon says as you swing from the tree. All you can think about is escaping.

"Go to hell with your compliment. I'm amazing at talking, hunting, and killing monsters like you." You retort aggressively.

"You're still the same woman you were in the past. Just as boring as before." You feel like you should fight back, but you are flooded with momentary memory. A blurry memory surfaces, where you were running in a forest. Your favorite bow in one hand and a wooden-tipped arrow in the other. The memory unfolds, Damon chasing you like a regular human being. In fact, everything in this memory feels oddly normal. You stop running to catch your breath and end up facing Damon. He stares at you for a few moments and then kisses you slowly. You succumb to his intoxicating lips as he lifts you off the ground. The whole recollection feels like a scene from a movie.

When you regain consciousness, you find yourself in someone's bed. You feel blood trickling from your nose. Stefan arrives in the room seconds later with a tissue in his hand.

"You finally woke up, I thought you were going to die. Damon brought you and since he still doesn't know how to explain who you are to him, I had to let you here." Stefan speaks naturally and you wonder what these idiots are planning by making you stay at their house.

"It looks like we're going to have to adapt to each other because I'm not going to leave here without knowing what these memories are and what they mean." You say, adjusting yourself on the bed and noticing that you are handcuffed to the bed.

"Welcome to the Salvatore mansion, here until you are considered a non-threat, you will be stuck with something. Understood?" Stefan says while get some blood for you. He puts some in your mouth, and you feel slightly relieved. But it triggers a trigger in you and once again you have a vision. This time with Stefan, in this vision, he's carrying you on his back. You wake up from the vision feeling so confused and even a little nauseous.

"Who the hell were you to me before?" You say looking at Stefan who looks as confused as you. It looks like your stay with the Salvatores is going to be a complex journey.

[laughroditee]

Hello. My name is Laughroditee, and I am just a silly little tart on the internet. I like to write and draw stupid things for my own amusement and/or to exorcise my demons. 

This is my NSFW sideblog, and as such, minors should not be here. If you interact with my blog or my work and are a minor, know you are going against my wishes. 18+ only!

My SFW stuff is on my main blog, @momokeen, and most of my fanart will be reblogged from there. (Sometimes, I just post it here or as responses in reblogs because I am my own lord and master.) All likes and asks will be from my main blog, but reblogs and comments will be from here.

I am also on AO3 under the same name (laughroditee).

🤡 What to expect:

Silliness, angst, fluff, some smut, and some horror. I aim to keep my fandom experience silly-funny because I am here to have a good time. That being said, I also love a good emotionally scarring fic. So think of candy-coated psychic damage, I guess. That's the vibe here.

I write canon x reader AND canon x OC because making characters, figuring out their psychology, and then breaking them apart is one of my favorite things to do. 

At this time, I write gender-neutral!Reader, afab!Reader, or female!Reader if I’m doing a x Reader fic. 

🤡 Fandoms I like:

Call of Duty, Devil May Cry, Dragon Age, Stardew Valley, Fallout: New Vegas, (and more)

🤡 Currently, I write for:

The COD fandom

🤡 And draw for:

The COD fandom

My Works

Content warnings will always be listed before the meat of the text, so please read those.

🟢 Fluff

“You're Coming With Me” - Simon Riley finds a kitten. (My first fanfic.)

Simon has a rat (Drabble or something? Headcanon?)

🟡 PG-13

"Repossessed" trailer script ft. necromancer!Graves - Phillip Graves offers to resurrect a loved one... for a price.

Cowboy Price imagine (PG-13 for suggestive themes)

“Bubble & Squeak" (working title for now), AKA Best friend!Soap / Roommate!Soap x gender-neutral!Reader x Gaz - You and Johnny bicker like children, and he's surprised to hear you're going on a date with Kyle.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

"Queen Behavior" - short fic about little Simon witnessing his father abusing his mother (read the warnings)

"Hither, Hither / Do Not Come Near" - A spooky campfire story about how you go hiking in Austria and maybe wish you didn't. AKA fun times with Cryptid!König.

🔴 18+ MDNI

“Your Ghost” (female OC x Ghoap, features MCD. This is an exploration of grief, trauma, and healing.) - An American tarot reader finds herself inextricably linked to John MacTavish, whose ghost needs a favor from her before he can rest.

Part 1 - Knight of Swords Part 2 - XIII Death Part 3 - Three of Swords Part 4 - A Love That Bleeds Part 5 - First Contact Part 6 - Death at the Door

Headcanons

Weird Domestic Habits of the 141

TF141 and their favorite ASMR types (with links!)

Simon is a penguin

Analyses

Closer!Price analysis

⚠️ WIPs

Closer

Buried Alive

Your Ghost, Ch. 4 - A Love That Bleeds 

Priest Soap

Random Poetry

"My Heart You Have/ And Yours I Crave"

Nocturne

Fanart

“Lt., let’s take a photo together!” 📸

Magical Boy Soap

Magical Boy Soap in the style of “The Rose of Versailles”

My COD OC Jesse “Jester” Donovan (kind of a shitpost but…)

Captain Price doodle wearing an elephant trunk g-string, and proof that I made it.

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[vomitspit2]

hello hello, re-l!!

Do you read books outside of fanfics? Or if mainly fainfics, what inspirations do you have? I'm looking for stuff to read, but I mainly only ever like reading your stuff and two other writers🤧

If you have any books or authors that inspire you, I would love to know!

Ofc, no need to respond if you don't want to! ^^

hello hello icarus!!! 💕

i am a huge reader! have been since elementary school and i’ve always been ‘that’ cousin who brings a book to family get-togethers! so i do have a tons of recommendations for novels and short stories!

(but before that, my inspiration for fanfiction is mostly stockpiled in my ao3 bookmarks)

i‘ll try not to include novels that are mostly high school or college required reading. while i did enjoy some of them immensely, what’s the point of rec-ing something if the chance another person has read it is already pretty high! so here’s a list of novels/short stories that i personally adore:

1. grendel by john gardner

it’s about 10 chapters on a paperback so a relatively short read; told from the perspective of the villain in the beowulf legend — it anglo saxon like king arthur so you know it’s my cup of tea

changed my life truthfully; i’m still waiting to get my ‘grendel had an accident, so may you all’ tattoo one day :)

2. master and the margarita by mikhail bulgakov

a decently sized novel and it’s by a russian author so you know you’re in for a good read; plot line is about the devil and his entourage visiting the officially atheistic soviet union.

tells a lot about the volatile state of censorship and how we must preserve through it, excellent social commentary on one of my favorite historical time periods

3. life of pi by yann martel

a story about a young Indian boy, my beloved protagonist ‘Pi’, who explores issues of spirituality and metaphysics from an early age.

cannot be more grateful to have read this; it made me sob at the end like a little baby and i am known for being very stoic and difficult to make cry.

4. beasts by joyce carol oates

fun story about this one, the only reason i read it was because my dad and i were cleaning out his large library together (i inherited the mental disease of writer from him) and i was in my senior year of high school about to start looking at colleges …

he hands me the book and says ‘read this before you go to college’ and then he took a moment before firmly saying ‘don’t fall in love with your professors’ i was floored.

5. something wicked this way comes by ray bradbury

oh fahrenheit 451 is his best book … oh ray bradbury’s a one hit wonder … no i refuse, everyone should read this. really gives ‘floyd and jade in playful land’ vibes

//short stories

6. i have no mouth and i must scream

i have cognito ergo sum tattooed under my boob, ENOUGH SAID!

7. white nights (clogged in a collection of other short stories)

patrick read this aloud for me once, a very peaceful memory of mine <3

8. the disappearing act (clogged in a collection of other short stories)

inspired one of my favorite twilight zone episodes <3

9. 1408

i would include all of stephen king books on this list but we would be here forever, here is an underappreciated gem!

10. cigarette (clogged in a collection of other short stories)

yukio mishima the writer that you are OTL OTL OTL

[caffvarro]

Fanfic

DMC: Devil May Cry

Dante/Vergil

Author's words: While I'm writing the rest of the fanfic from the last post, I decided to write a short one about the reboot. I'm so damn sleepy, but alas, I have classes to attend at college. There aren't many of them, but time is such a strange thing. When you want to go home as quickly as possible, it passes terribly slowly. In any case, I hope you like it (Although I'm not sure, the last post was completely overlooked…) In the near future, I will write a Halloween fanfic…or three…

On the run… It wasn't the first time Dante had to hide from the law, after all, his life was completely tied to the dark streets of Limbo City, but this time it was different, his brother was with him. He didn't quite understand how to feel about him, because you clearly don't greet a stranger called a brother with open arms. They managed to hide from Mundus, but at the moment he had Kat in his arms and Dante couldn't think of anything except saving her. They were in one of what seemed to him to be several of Vergil's hideouts. The blond himself was intensely searching for something on his laptop, twitching his eyebrow in irritation at his brother scurrying back and forth. "Dante… hmmm… can you just calm down for a minute and sit down?" - Vergil asked, trying to concentrate. "How can I be calm while Kat is in that asshole Mundus's lair?!" - Dante barked, agitated by his brother's request. "You won't fix the situation with hysterics, so please sit down." - Vergil answered in a serious tone. "Oh, you… agh… okay!" - the violent Nephilim resigned himself and sat down on a chair, crossing one leg over the other. But his perseverance did not last long, he stood up and walked up to Vergil and looked at the screen, asking: "So what do you want to find on your laptop?"

Vergil sighed heavily and began to explain: "To get to Mundus, you need to know the layout of the building, alas, we did not have such information and now I am trying to find at least a grain, but it is quite difficult to search for something without the necessary equipment and …"

Dante pretended to be attentive and understanding his brother's words, but in his head there was a jumble of worries about Kat's safety, concerns about the common mission and an attempt to understand his own brother. Although he had thoughts that this whole topic with the brothers was nothing more than a joke, if only because they were so different from each other. Dante looked like some kind of street urchin compared to his brother, not that it was not true, but still it slightly hurt his small ego. He could only nod, unable to keep up the conversation and wanting to somehow finish it. Fortune itself was favorable to him. Vergil fell silent for a moment and frowned at the screen, and then began typing something on the keyboard with special zeal. A few minutes, and he smiled triumphantly: "Now we have a plan of the building in our hands. This is not all the work, but it will be enough for now." He stood up from his chair to stretch his muscles, pacing back and forth, thinking about their next strategy, muttering to himself: "First we should get inside and disable… no… or… nonsense… maybe Dante first… although…" Dante didn't think long and said: "Oh, what's so complicated, we'll just get inside, kill all his henchmen, free Kat and kick Mundus' ass." He walked towards the sword, passing by Vergil. The blond wanted to stop him by pulling at his shirt. "Dante! We need to come up with a plan, not mindlessly rush into-… why aren't you wearing anything under your pants…?" - Alas, the man's hand caught not the edge of the shirt, but the edge of the brunette's pants, causing him to almost fall over in surprise and hang with his pants half down for a minute. The last thing Vergil expected was to see that his brother wasn't wearing anything under those pants. A shy pinkish tint appeared on the Nephilim's dark cheeks. He immediately muttered discontentedly: "There were circumstances… Let go of the pants, damn it!" The blond let go of his brother, not knowing how to comment on this, but after a while he burst out laughing, which puzzled and infuriated the simultaneously ashamed Dante. He barked, trying to put his pants back on, but his brother's embarrassment and laughter did not help in this situation: "Are you laughing at me?!" Barely breathing from laughter, he tried to justify himself: "No, I… hahahahaha… I just didn't expect that my stupid brother would walk around the city without underwear." To this, Dante only showed the middle finger, fastening the belt on his pants. "What a smart guy." - the man muttered to himself. "At least I'm not walking around in just pants." Vergil grinned, finding some charm in his brother's embarrassed and irritated behavior. Coming closer, he lightly touched Dante's reddened cheek with his lips and couldn't help but chuckle, noticing the brunette frozen from the sudden tenderness. He had never seen such a display of intimacy in his life. The most he could count on was a fist in the face from enemies or the passionate lips of girls of the oldest profession, but this was nowhere near what he was experiencing now. The blond noticed some confusion in the gray-blue eyes, and the inner demon tempted him to give in to the impulse of tenderness. He hugged his brother, noting his hesitant resistance, and continued to shower him with all his love. If he had been wearing bright red lipstick, the blush on Dante's face would have simply merged with the kisses. In the end, he gave in to Vergil's pressure and went limp in his arms, resembling a contented dog being petted by its owner. Alas, their peculiar idyll was not destined to last long. The laptop screen glitched slightly and showed a video.

[moonsheen]

fic writer meme

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 112. And thank god that doesn't include the REAL old stuff.

2. what's your total ao3 wordcount? 552,904 ...that's...both more and less than I was expecting

3. what fandoms do you write for?

...a...lot. Most recently? MDZS/SVSSS, Trigun (er, sorry for the weird stuff), and 13 Sentinels (PLAY 13 SENTINELS). Long term oldies but goodies? Kingdom Hearts, Devil May Cry, Overwatch, Supergiant games, Evangelion

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Recovery (SVSS, Qijiu --woah, that one pulled ahead in the last few months) Husband x Husband (Hunter x Hunter -- I did this as a yuletide treat to make up for defaulting one year and it's the gift that keeps giving) Minor Delays (SVSS, Qijiu -- wait really?) The Way Back Home (SVSS, Qijiu -- ....Qijiu nation represent. This one doesn't surprise me though, Chira did an amazing comic for it) Hold the Baby (MDZS -- okay this one was just where I was dumping the old twitter threads of a VERY specific Xiyao fix-it AU but you know what, thanks everyone)

5. do you respond to comments?

I try to. If I don't succeed it's often because life kicked my ass.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably On Your Six (Reaper & Soldier 76, Overwatch)

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is hard mostly because all of my fic tends to be some kind of fix-it in some way to give someone an obscenely happy ending. If you had to have me narrow it down based on what my most blatant fix-it to some miserable canon character ending was? I'd go with either Happiness Exists (As Long As You Believe in the Possibility) (Qijiu again!), and the Recovery-verse as a whole, or maybe Abstraction White Rose (Revolutionary Girl Utena), because by god I needed Utena and Anthy to kiss and I MADE THEM DO THAT, A LOT.

8. do you get hate on fics?

Xiyao troll hit me once or twice and I got a few cranky dudebros who got mad at me for my Eva fic on a message board once, but nothing all that bad if I'm honest.

9. do you write smut?

...well, I've tried but the plot gets in the way.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you have written?

The first that come to mind are the MDZS/TGCF crossovers, but those are the same authors so I don't know that that counts. I DID write a very silly How The Grinch Stole Christmas/Nightmare Before Christmas short once upon an internet. It has since been lost to the great yawning of time and collapse of several social media platforms.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Someone once scraped the awful Naruto fic I wrote when I was like 15 and changed the names to make it a Samurai Champloo fic which, um. Why? But that was pretty damn funny in hindsight.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! In Russian, Chinese, and French. And I love every time it happens.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

My dayjob these days is cowriting with people. But on the fanfic side -- well, in short, yes. With the usual suspect (that would be Chira) and with my wife, who has once or twice dictated an entire story outline to me which I write in a day.

14. what's your all time favorite ship? Internet, I am old and you cannot expect me to pick one. Utena/Anthy maybe?

15. what is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I still need to do the last story for the A Troublesome Charge series which I SWEAR will happen it's just I had a literal baby.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Character voice. I love character voice and I am told I am good at it.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Smut.

18. thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

To be honest if I don't know it I don't try. But I like bilingual writing when it's done well (see also: Everything, Everywhere, All At Once) -- but when it comes to fangirl Japanese or Chinese, I tend to leave that to the experts.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

mumblesBeastWars and thank god that was on a platform that crashed and burned. The Beast Wars fic I wrote for Yuletide was way better.

20. favorite fic you have written?

On Your Six, despite how I feel about Overwatch nowadays, I feel was probably one of the punchiest stories I've ever written. I would have absolutely used this story to audition to write for Blizzard's tie-in novellas if Blizzard hadn't...well, read the news on what happened at Blizzard.

The other one I'd probably say is Ghost Roads in my Troublesome Charge series (MDZS). I just feel like I nailed all the multiple plotlines and characters involved in that one and I'm super proud of it. I'm not tagging anyone because I have anxiety about this kind of thing, but please feel free to do this meme yourself if it crosses your dash!

[icycoldninja]

Living his best life (Dante X Fem!Reader fluff)

A/N: Sequel to this fic here. @altissia-09, you might be interested 😁

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"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Dante let out a small laugh as a sweet, smiling little girl ran up to him, arms spread wide, mouth even wider in a big, silly grin.

"Hey there, princess!" He replied, lifting her into the air. "What are you doing?"

"I wanna play!" Your daughter cried, kicking her feet happily as she was spun around a few times.

"OK, what do you wanna play?" Dante replied, setting her down. Your daughter ran to her toy box and pulled out a small nerf gun.

"Shooting range!" She declared, happily.

"Alright!" Dante responded, echoing her enthusiasm. The two then marched towards the door, passing you, who happened fo be cooking in the kitchen, in the process.

"And just what are you two goobers doing?" You asked, teasingly.

"We're gonna play shooting range," Your daughter exclaimed, raising her toy gun into the air. "Jackpot!" Dante chuckled at his child's increasing imitation of himself; you rolled your eyes.

"Alright, have fun, you two," You said, laughingly. "And don't forget to be back in time for dinner."

"When is dinner?" Asked Dante.

"Yeah, when is dinner?" Chimed in your daughter.

"At 6. Don't be late, ok?"

"We won't," Dante promised, leaning forward and planting a kiss on your cheek. "Alrighty, come on then, D/N! We're gonna shoot some soda cans!"

"If we have time after, can we visit Uncle Vergil?" Your daughter inquired, as she headed for the front door.

"Uhh..yeah, sure, why, though?" Dante asked, bemused.

"I wanna shoot him!" Replied your daughter, with a grin almost as devilish as Dante's.

"Hell yeah, that's what I like to hear!" Dante cheered, ruffling your daughter's hair.

"Language, Dante!" You called from the kitchen, shaking your head after the two lovable morons left the house. Those goofy dingbats. You loved them so much.

Dante loved you and your daughter too; looking back on that day several years ago, when you tearfully announced your pregnancy on the doorstep of Devil May Cry, Dante was so glad that he'd chosen option B, cause now he was living his best life, and he couldn't be any happier.

[togetherhearted]

🌟 REQUESTS OPEN 🌟

As I ended up answering the requests pretty fast I'm opening the requests for headcanon and short drabbles again.

You can ask for max 3 characters.

Thinks will be sweet,things will be funny but I don't mind slight angst or spice[Not too much. My heart is weak and makes me uncomfortable]

I write for:

-Arcane/League of legends

-Lies of P

-Mario Universe [Spin off as well]

-Devil may cry 5

-Six of crows

-Overwatch [New entry]

-Record of Ragnarok [New entry as well and I'm avoiding spoiler as much as I can]

Please send requests to the ask box. If you comment here I'll probably forget about it.

Soon I will reach a new milestone so get ready for the Fanfic Raffle I will host☆

If you just want to chat or ask anything my ask box is always open.

Also my commissions are open if interested. You'll find everything in the pinned post on my blog.

You'll get a free fanart inspired by your requested commission. [Or if you just want to support me on my linked ko-fi page is very much appreciated ♡]

[enquiringangel]

Thank you @marypsue for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Just 16 currently. I orphaned a bunch a while back.

2. What’s your total word count?

72,719.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently The Lost Boys has me in a gorilla grip, but I have written for Naruto and also some other fandoms for works now deleted/orphaned like Devil May Cry, Black Butler and oldest of all, Harry Potter.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos.

6. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, more often than not. Sometimes I feel like I reply excessively. Almost like the reverse of someone who doesn’t want to bother a creator by commenting on their stuff, haha.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Phantasmagoria.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have not, but I tend to write short things and stick to my own corner so that probably helps.

9. Do you write smut?

I’m an ace person who finds sex absurd and vaguely comical 80% of the time so I always feel like a fraud, but yes.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have done! I enjoy crossovers, especially when they really work and the worlds blend together seamlessly.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, though recently I had a case where someone uploaded a fic with the same premise as mine right after I uploaded mine. It had some oddly similar scenes and phrases scattered throughout, and it updated mere hours after I did. It wasn’t out and out plagiarism and could have been a coincidence, so I overlooked it aside from an author’s note on my next update saying to cut that shit out. So far it seems to have worked.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep. A few into Russian and one in Chinese. It’s always deeply flattering to be asked.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope and I think I would be terrible to work with, honestly. I am that guy in the group project who drives everyone nuts by not meeting deadlines.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

…I have to pick? This is not fair. Each fandom has one.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I am optimistic I will finish all of them…eventually.

16. What are your writing strengths?

This is oddly specific but I enjoy writing macabre stuff and have somewhat black humour (comes from working in a vet-adjacent profession) and I think that can come across in some of my stuff. I feel like I am good with characterisation. Also, dialogue I think.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Being confident in my own writing. Not leaving characters floating in white voids. Abusing italics, em-dashes and semicolons. PLOT.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I tend to avoid this unless the POV character doesn’t know what’s being said. But I see no point in having “Dialogue in another language [brackets or italics explaining what’s just been said].”

19. First fandom you wrote for?

HP.

20. Favourite fanfic you’ve ever written?

Probably and the moon was hungry out of my Naruto stuff.

But currently obsessed with my Lost Boys w.i.ps.

Tagging @themarginalthinker @makkoskafanfic and @drowningindango

[stuntdemon-6]

Wildcard

Game of thones fanfic: series masterlist. (wip)

OC-centric fic, following the story of Lady Rosalynn Ailanthus. The disgraced daughter of a noble house, sent along with a host of her family's men to assist the Starks in the Battle of the Bastards. But there is more to this lady and this family than meets the eye. When the chips are down, can Jon really trust this warrior woman with the sharp tongue, short temper, and wild nature? He's in no position to be selective about his allies, but he has to wonder, is Lady Rosalynn's aid worth the trouble? After all, her own family seems intent on being rid of her...

Chapter list:

ch1 - "Devil may care, with a lust for life" (wip)

ch2 - "It's too early for surrender (too late for a prayer)" (wip)

ch3 - "Some wounds will never mend (sit back, relax, begin)" (wip)

ch4 - "Young blood (run like a river)" (wip)

ch5 - "Standing on the side of the wild at heart" (wip)

ch6 - "She ain't out to get you (but shes better on your side)" (wip)

ch7 - "Divided by deception (but together we must rise)" (wip)

ch8 - "Do you feel like a man? (when you push her around)" (wip)

ch9 - "Don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain" (wip)

ch10 - "This isnt pretty but it's what i am tonight" (wip)

ch11 - "Screaming in the dark (while we just play our part)" (wip)

ch12 - "I'm a warrior (i am not like the rest)" (wip)

ch13 - "You'll never make me leave (i wear this on my sleeve)" (wip)

ch14 - "Clinging to insanity (in hopes the world will ease up)" (wip)

ch15 - "You can't raise hell with a saint" (wip)

ch16 - tbd

ch17 - tbd

ch18 - tbd

ch19 - tbd

ch20 - tbd

[galaxyostars]

Oof, recommending some stuff to one of my favourite fanfic writers. My day has come!

Cause I'm Gonna Make This Place Your Home by Seito [FFXV]

“Noct, I think I moved in with Ignis.”

“I would say I’m not jealous, but I’m totally jealous.”

Or Ignis is a master tactician and Prompto won’t ask Noctis (or Ignis or Gladio) for help. Clearly the next step here is to lure the boy home with good cooked food and make sure he never leaves.

Disaster Dad by TheWritingSquid [Devil May Cry]

Some days, Vergil thought he should have let himself fall into Hell.

He had caught Dante’s hand by reflex, against his better judgement, against his pride. But once his brother held on, it had turned impossible to let go. The humiliation of defeat had tightened his chest with every step of their way back to the human world, filling the silence between them, burning away any words they had left. It stayed with Vergil long after he’d vanished, leaving Dante and the scorching memories behind.

None of it compared to the utter hopelessness of watching a three-year-old child throw a tantrum on the floor while wearing pants stained from his diarrhea. And not just any three year old, his.

Heavy is the Burden by fayth [FFXV]

Noct's avoidance of his royal obligations sets off a chain of events no one could have foreseen, culminating in him falling through three stories of an abandoned building. Unfortunately, no one knows where he is, and as his condition worsens, it soon becomes a tense challenge to find him in time.

Charity Case by avianscribe [FFXV]

When an embargo traps Prompto's parents (and any money they can send him) overseas, he has to rely on the help of others. It's a good thing he has some really good friends! (Until they take it a little too far!)

Ace in the Hole by staircased [DA2]

Hawke spends most of his time getting rich and getting drunk (not necessarily in that order) while playing cards in taverns. While away from Kirkwall, he ends up playing against an overly confident Danarius who bets his slave, Fenris, as the main prize. (AU with canon setting)

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I know you weren't looking for MCU fics, but it'd be a tragedy if I didn't recommend Arc Tremors from MountainRose -- it is the ultimate sick!fic/hurt-comfort set directly after Avengers 2012.

Tony's light had flickered out in the aftermath of the fight with the Chitauri, but his team was there and, hey, he'd just been to space, give a guy some slack. The next morning they accepted, but when he collapses weeks later, they're not going to let him brush it off again, and neither is JARVIS.

This fic is coming up on ten years old and does not reference anything from later Marvel films.

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Also, I suppose I should plug my own works in the Devil May Cry fandom with my DMC collection of short fics.

Hey all! I’ve been in a bit of a fanfic slump lately and would love some new things to read! I love fics with hurt/comfort and angst with happy ending, but am willing to give anything a try :) Please give me your favorite fic recs for any of the following fandoms:

Resident Evil

Greedfall

Devil May Cry 

Prototype

FFXV/FFVII

Star Wars Jedi Survivor/Fallen Order

Mass Effect (M!Shepard/Kaidan mostly)

Dragon Age (M!Hawke/Anders mostly) 

or if you follow my blog and know what I post a lot, anything you think I’d enjoy! :D

[bbygilre]

Hello, I hope you are doing well! If you are taking requests, may I request headcanons for the DMC guys (or just V or Dante) and their reaction to their significant other giving them really good massages? It can be sfw or NSFW, thank you for taking the time to read this and have a good day/ night!

I WANNA BE YOURS

Omg hello hello, I was quite busy with real life stuff!! Im sorry if this is late. 🥺👉👈 Here is it!!

(Dante x F! Reader )

P. S NSFW CONTENT HERE!!

It was around 9:30 in the evening when the telephone rang at Dante's desk. It was odd, people usually call Dante during the day because they know Dante won't answer their vendetta's during the night. I let the phone ring twice before answering it.

"Good evening, this is assistant of Mr. Dante Sparda. I'm sorry to tell you that we won't be attending jobs or gig during the night." I responded in a formal way, just as what I was instructed.

If Dante's not around it is my duty to answer the calls. Strange, someone called tonight.

"Oh, I'm sorry. This is just to inform you will be receiving mails. This is from the post office,"

"Ah, very well. Strange that you guys called us this time of the day."

"We called during th afternoon yet it seems that no one answered."

Oh damn, there is no electricity during the afternoon cause Dante can't pay his bill right.

"Oh, we are sorry to inform you that we cannot answer calls during the afternoon because we have problems with the err— electricity." I sighed

"No problem ma'am, we'll be sending these mails to you, have a good Mrs. Sparda."

"I am not his wife—" before I could even protest, he hanged up.

WHAT? MRS? MRS SPARDA?

Mrs. Sparda...

It actually sound pretty nice. My name plus Dante's family name...

I like it.

"Y/N Sparda. Hm, not bad." I smiled before heaving a sigh, the smile still plastered over my lips. Goddamn it, this is not the perfect time to think about it.

For months, I have been working for Dante. He's quite different from the people I have worked with and one thing to describe him is that he is cocky. Sometimes he plays around yet when he's serious, I see a different version of himself. Dante himself isn't just an ordinary person. He is a half demon.

I grew up knowing that people described demons as entities that looked horrible and ugly, in Dante's case, he isn't one of those in fact, he looks like a living god. His family definitely has good genes, especially his mother.

I took the picture frame that was placed at his desk. It was like a prized possession of Dante, a fragment of his good memories with his dearest mother. She looked beautiful, piece of art work. I smiled as I adored her timeless beauty.

"What are you doing?" A raspy voice snickered behind me before he blew a thin air to the back of my neck.

I warm breath touched my neck and in a moment, I quickly placed the picture frame back to the desk and eagerly faced this man who just surprised me like that.

"Do you really have to do that?" My cheeks were flushed, I could feel my ears heat up.

He is so damn close, damn.close.

"Do what, Mrs. Sparda?" He let out a booming laugh, before he messed his long ivory white hair. "I heard that mail man called you Mrs. Sparda,"

"H-he did not!"

Stop.

"Hm, very well." He smiled before winking at me. He then turned around and went to his sofa, taking a comfy sit and closing his eyes.

This man, does he even know the word 'SPACE'?

I heaved a sigh, placing my palm over my chest. My heart was beating so fast that it wanted to leap put of my chest so bad. I took a glance at him and noticed he closed his eyes and sighed, his long ivory white hair was tied. His strong and well chiseled jaw clenched before he groaned.

"Y/N..."

"Y-yes?" Oh shit, I could feel my cheeks heating up again and my heart beating so fast.

"Can I ask for a favor? It won't be much."

"What is it then?"

He cleared this throat, his adams apple swallowing before he flew his eyes at me. When I said that Dante looked like I living god, I meant it.

"Can you massage my shoulder and my back too?"

I, an obedient kitten, shyly nodded at him.

I feel so nervous! Not that its not my first time doing a massage to someone but actually giving my boss a massage. I haven't touched Dante, I never had the chance to touch his skin or have any physical contact with him. Now once again my heart was beating so loud and beating so fast. My cheeks were flushed and so was my ears.

I positioned myself behind him and trying to get myself to calm down and collect my thoughts. My hands were shaking and my thoughts were scattered everywhere. Before I could even touch him, he quickly took off his shirt and revealed his skin.

It was holy. Everything about Dante looked so goddamn holy. I was too afraid to touch him yet there was this feeling of also wanting to touch this god.

"What's the matter Y/N?" He looked back and gazed at me.

"N-No nothing..." I shook my head and bit my lower lips.

Gosh, I have never been this crazy. Nobody made me feel this way except the son of Sparda.

"Well then,"

I bit my lower lips before pressing my fingers against his bare back. He was well built and that made him look tough. His shoulders were broad and his back was well chiseled, his muscles well evident. I guess exterminating demons is quite a workout for him. There wasn't any scar visible at his smooth skin nor any imperfections and it was a sign that he wasn't a normal being and it's not a bad thing at all.

I rubbed my palms together to create heat before gently pressing it as his broad shoulders. I started to massage his shoulder by extending my your while pulling my fingers together and curling them slightly, forming a loose letter "C".

I bit my lower lips and continued giving him a massage. I heard him growl and groan and it somewhat made me flustered. I didn't know if it was good or not.

My thoughts were scattered as he continued to growl and groan. I didn't know what to do next, It felt like he just swiped my feet like that. No matter how many times I tell myself to calm down, my curiosity gets the best of me. I slowly ran my fingers to his back and felt his skin.

My breath hitched.

"Y/N,"

He called my name and it almost seemed like a thunder. It was deep and raspy, almost like a Greek god calling a peasant like me.

"Y-yes?"I yelped.

"Curiosity kills." He looked back with a devilish smiled plastered at his lips. He reached for my left hand and pressed his lips against it.

Shit. I think I'm loosing my sanity.

"What the hell are you doing, Y/N."He snickered before he maneuvered me and lead me, now here I am standing in front of this god.

Please. Please. Not now. Dante...

"I-I was just..."

He stood up and leveled my gaze. He's tall. And when I said that he's tall, he fucking is.

"If you're going to touch me like that, your curiosity taking over you, at least let me look at you." He kissed my left knuckle before he guided my hands into his bare chest.

I hitched my breath once more, biting my lower lips.

Damn it.

He let go of my hand and let my itching hands roam his bare chest. It was well chiseled,well defined. My fingers slowly creeping to his abs.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

I circled my fingers around his abs once before covering my face with the both of my palms. I'm getting crazy. Dear Lord please help me.

I didn't know what to do next. I was just giving him a good massage awhile ago and here I am getting crazy over this man's body.

Fuck.

He looks so damn...damn holy that my body tells me that it's a big sin to touch him. To touch every detail of his.

"Baby..."

Dante, not now please...

"...baby please."

He took my palms away from my face and raised my chin using his fingers, now my gaze fixated at him.

The lights were dim at his office because it was only his neon lights were turned on at this time. It was the usual routine. Now I see that glow from the neon calligraphy hits different when you're getting sensual.

"Dante..."

I can't even recognize my voice anymore.

"You're driving me so damn crazy," he spoke in a rough and raspy tone.

As he moved closer to me, I was able to smell him. His musk lingered around, making me dizzy.

"Oh please,"

He didn't waste his time by just looking at me. His hunger took the best of him and it was quite evident. He harshly pressed his soft lips against mine, intruding my mouth. He was skilled, he know what he's doing.

I let out a muffled moan under our kisses, I wasn't able to catch up with his pace. His hands locked unto my waist, wrapping it around before he decided to carry me towards the wall.

My back was now against the hard wall. I couldn't think straight, all I know that this man is kissing me until Im crazy. Now that we positioned ourselves well, he roamed his warm calloused palm to my chest and broke our kisses.

He wasn't satisfied by just touching my mounds against my offending night satin gown. He rudely ripped it off and threw it way, revealing my skin. His warm palm cupped my right mound, gently kneeding it. I have never been aroused like this. Even his simple touch makes me crazy, what more his lust for desire and sex combined with his touch.

"Ahh!" A soft moan escaped my mouth, vulgarly leaping out each kneed he makes. "Oh Dante..."

My eyes widened when I saw him lower his head, his lips trailing a kiss from my jaw to my collar bone to my left mound. Now the loneliness from my other mound was swept away.

"Oh my goodness—" I yelped when I felt his tongue playfully lick and suck my erect peak. He swirled it and sucked it like a greedy baby. His eyes were fixated at me and it seemed that he was amused seeing me getting crazy about it. I tried to push his head away yet I felt so week and he kept going.

The skill.

He knows what he's doing.

He unfortunately stopped licking my erect peak and fixated his gaze at me. His palms were now on each sides of my thighs, spreading my legs open. Grinning, he harshly pinned me once again on the wall and this time, I can feel his arousal against the thin cloth against my crotch.

It's warm and hard. I bit my lower lips as he slowly rocked his hips, his hardness brushing my folds. I can't believe that he's rock hard by just kissing me and I can't believe that Im already soaking wet down there.

Fuck.

His gaze was now serious, ruthless even when he started to change his pace of brushing his rod against mine from slow to a fast one. It felt so good making me arch my back while I pull his hair. The pleasure felt too much and he was brushing a spot that whenever his rod brushes against it, I loose my sanity.

"Y/N..."

I looked up at him and noticed that he was panting and his jaw was clenched. A planted a small kiss at my forehead before once again stopped brushing.

"I need you..."

"H-huh?" I looked at him, flushed and my eyes were dreamy.

Did I just hear it right... He needs me...

"I need you, my hands won't hush me." He looked at me with desire and scorching lust. His voice was rough and deep making him look even ten times sexy.

In a moment the next thing I knew that he swiped my thin panties to the side and his finger slowly entering my sex. My eyes widened when I felt a foreign sensation as he started to finger my sex. I rested my forehead to his shoulder and moaned softly, letting the feeling sink over me. It was a slow and gentle rhythm, letting his finger brush inside me.

"I can't take it anymore." He said in a stern tone, frustrated and wanting.

I was actually clueless at first but when I heard him unzip his pants, I knew that we were going to do it. I didn't care anymore, I want him. I need him too. I want him so bad.

"I can't take it anymore but I just can't put it in—"

I cut him off by facing him, my cheeks were burning red and my heart was raising so fast.

"J-just d-do it..."

Wow, I actually can't believe I said that.

He smirked at me once again, this devil. This man literally know how to drive me crazy, even if he's just smirking or even smiling.

Am I considered lucky because I'm actually making out with the Son of Sparda? I guess I do, I'm sure girls would've said yes to this. He's Dante Sparda, he's just more than a devil hunter. In a moment, I sure felt lost but then, a tingling sensation when a hot rod slowly went inside me. I quickly hid my face when I realized he's burrowing his hard staff inside me even more. I feel so full inside, my mind is spinning, my body feels hot against him.

"Fuck..." I heard him growl in a deep and husky voice, frustrated yet aroused.

Dante started to move slowly, gentle. I felt him inside me, by detail. It was driving me crazy, I'm absolutely enticed by the pleasure I am feeling and this is no joke, I'm swayed by it. I kept my moans low by biting my lower lips and it awfully stings now knowing that I've been biting it.

"Y/N..." He groaned while he whispered my name.

Damn it.

He slowly changed his pace to much more rougher one. His tip continuously hitting a sweet and delicious spot and his length brushing inside.

He looked like he is still controlling his lust and desire for it, I can feel it. He took a tighter grip on my thighs and it felt like wanted to have a tighter grip on it even more. His pounding was rough, wanting. I could still hear him groan over it.

"Fucking hell..." He suddenly stopped and pulled out, leaving me empty and lonely. I quickly looked at him, my eyes wanting for an answer.

"I want to see you, you're just hiding your face," he gently kissed my right before planting a small kiss on my left cheek. He seem to have started to walk towards his huge ass wooden table with a smirk.

He gently put me down against the hard wood of table, letting my lie down afterwards. Now that he placed me at this table, I surely feel so embarrassed knowing that Im showing all of me, even the littlest imperfections I have, my flaws. I covered my face with my palms, flushed and shy.

"You are beautiful..."

He chuckled before taking my palms away. His eyes were intently looking at me but I can see his sincere and passion eyes at the same time.

"You are beautiful, even your flaws, they're beautiful. Your littlest detail, it's so beautiful."

No fair, this man truly knows how to drive me crazy. Even at this time.

"You are a piece of art, a masterpiece."

It was so intense, full of passion. Sex is usually for couples, full of love and scorching passion. But in my case, I really don't know what to say... All I know that I love this man. For months of working for him, I loved him. For once, I wanted to be selfish and asked the universe to grant me luck with what selfishness I ask for. Now, this is it. Even just for tonight, I'll claim Dante as my own. Even just for tonight.

"I wanna be yours..." I whispered so soft and gentle and it almost felt that I was fragile. He didn't probably hear it, and Im quite sad about it. I slowly parted my legs, once more inviting him to my secret garden. He never hesitated to enter it anyway.

The feeling of pleasure once more sunk in me, taking over my system. We made love all night, over and over again. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure and lust combined with passion kept us all night. Our bodies against each other, our thoughts flying away. Our voices calling out our names, begging and wanting for more.

Until we got tired.

Until we got satisfied.

Until we reach our limit.

Until we passed out with so much.

Until my selfish time that I asked runs out.

I feel so full, sore, and tired. A complete mess even.

Oh dear universe, does this man even know that I love him? That I adore him?

"You're beautiful." He caressed my cheeks, repeating the same line over and over again.

"Do you even realize that I..." I didn't have the strength to even open my mouth and talk.

"I do. I do wanna be yours..." His voice slowly fainted as I slowly fell into slumber.