#devil may cry short fanfic

[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.

[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.

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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!

[angelwoozi]

silk (m)

pairing: wonwoo x reader (afab)

summary: an enigma, that's what he is. his touch is careful, with conviction — and you can feel it in your bones. his sight has always been sinful. but what happens when your boyfriend insists to obstruct your view, and your free reign to touch him by using his silk? yeah, a lot.

genre: smut, pwp, established relationship, 18+

wordcount: 3.3k

warnings: swearing, kissing, blindfold, bondage, orgasm denial, fingering, use of gendered pet names (my love, queen, pretty), unprotected sex (stay safe!), use of ties, overstimulation.

note: an alternative summary? blindfold + bondage with wonwoo lol. also, minors stay away !!! listen to belong to you by sabrina claudio for mood ;) + thanks to @sluttyminghao , @multi-kpop-fanfics and @lovelyhan for helping me by proofreading this :) thankyou for making me less anxious about this hehe

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The dull ache between your thighs doesn't help you to act sane, especially when you feel Wonwoo's lips trail down your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You want to cry out loud, for god's sake. The fact that your hands can't move on their own accord is infuriating. The silk around your wrist is not tight, but it binds your hands together pretty firmly. With them over your head, and back arching, you are laid down prettily for him to devour you.

Your lips form a gasp when you feel his tongue peek out and catch your hardened nipple between his lips. You are naked, woven in his silk sheets, like a sinful gift. Your toes curl when Wonwoo takes your other boob in his palm, caressing your mound softly.

"You feel so soft." he murmurs around your nub and your feet tremble a little. You wanna smack him for tying your hands, but you can't do that. You want to watch the beautiful sight of him devouring you unravel in front of your eyes, but you can't do that too. As your bastard of a boyfriend has blindfolded you.

One of his ties covers your eyes, letting you see nothing but the faint red and darkness. He had come home quite tired, and when he had removed his tie, you had taken it in your hands and twirled it around – with no intentions that may be the cause of your situation right now.

It was all him, all hot at seeing you in your skimpiest pajamas on the bed, playing with his tie. It didn't take him long to rush to the wardrobe and procure another piece of his silk. He had discarded his shirt on his short way to the bed, and had then proceeded to climb all over you like a man starved. You had gleefully invited his sloppy kisses and jumbled words – filled with praises and groans. When his incoherent words had suggested getting you blindfolded, the thrill had sent a jolt down your spine, your eyes gleaming with excitement.

You almost kick your leg up when you feel his other hand inching towards your center. You know the conviction in his touch, and the heat that spreads through your body is indecipherable.

"Wonwoo please." you sigh out and he grunts against your skin, making you arch your back a little more. "Please take this cloth off." you are proud of yourself for even speaking a whole sentence without slurring.

His mouth detaches from your nipple, and even though you can't see him, you know how he looks. Like a devil bathed in the soft glow of sin, his lips are always wet, and flushed. His hair has always been shaggy, and unkempt – but you doubt this time it is, given that your hands haven't yet found solace in his locks. It's like torture, and you crave for more when you don't feel his tongue on your skin.

"What would be the fun in that, my love?" His voice is hoarse, deep like the ocean, and the laugh he lets out turns everything inside you into jelly.

"I want, I want to see you." you painfully let out, punctuating your sentence with a surprised gasp because you feel his finger rubbing circles right above your center. Your hands thrash and fall back onto the bed, and you moan out loud, keening under him.

"You should look at yourself, not me." he begins and your breath turns ragged almost immediately, at his voice. It's like the sound is seeping through the pores of your skin and shooting a stimulant right down, to your core. You can drown in him, falling in deep forever. Your lips part open in an instant as his fingers trail lower, slowly but precisely, knowing their way around your body like the back of his hand.

"Huh?" is your mindless reply and he laughs, sending shivers through your body.

"You look so beautiful, all laid out for me." his lips start their descent down your body by kissing a soft path, making your insides flutter. The action is soft, but the intensity is wild and you bite your lower lip to stop yourself from whimpering in his hold.

He kisses a spot below your navel and nuzzles his nose against your skin, with his hands holding your hips to stop you from squirming,"Do you know what this sight of yours does to me?"

You clench your fists. Stretching your legs and assaulting your lip with your teeth, you let out a meek, "I may have an idea."

He laughs lowly, as if mocking you – and you didn't know you were going to find it so fucking hot. Slowly, you feel him creeping up your body, his hand still dancing at your core, while the other comes to your neck.

It's like dipping your feet in the cold water, wary at first, but then wanting more and more. The feeling drives you, as your fists unclench them and you beckon him to you, holding your hands a little above your head. You hear rustling, and your head shoots up a little, anticipating his next move. The touch of silk on your skin makes you feel luxe, but the touch of your love, as he moves his hands all over your upper body makes you feel heavenly.

It's all of a sudden that you feel his hot breath against your lips, and the ghost of his forearms beside your head. Your chin tilts towards him on its own accord, and a single exhale of his, against you makes your brain go haywire. Especially when he takes you by surprise by moving smoothly, sly like a fox, and gracefully like a swan.

You move your tied hands, but he pins them down with a single movement of his. His fingers intertwine themselves with yours, and he presses down on your palm lightly, directing you to stay still. You keen under him, opening up your lips in a silent invitation, but what he does next pulls all the breath out of you.

He presses his hips against yours, his pelvis on yours, and the sudden feeling of his length against your thigh makes you moan against his lips.

"Now do you know what you do to me?" is his deep grunt, and he grinds against you, making you arch your back and pant in all your glory.

"Y-yes." you stutter and immediately feel his lips on your jaw. Albeit the touch of his plump lips against your skin is feather light, it ignites a fiery glow within you, all from your bones. His free arm hovers beside your boob, and he traces a finger all down to your center, again, leaving fire in its wake.

"Wonwoo, please," you sigh out and he leaves a meek kiss beside your lips, urging you to speak, "Please, fuck me." You almost forget the fact that you can't see, his actions not letting your mind linger at one place for too long. He is a devil in between the sheets, and it should be pathetic how gone you already are, when he has hardly touched you. But you feel no shame, still folding towards him, like a metal in his magnetic field.

"As you say, my queen. But won't we need to get you ready for me?" Yes, God yes. You know what needs to be done in order for you to take him, and you thrash your hands, again getting pinned down by him. The excitement and anticipation is through the roof for you to stay sane anymore.

"Relax, baby." is his reply and you don't know when, or how, but suddenly a finger is parting up your folds.

Your legs spread instinctively, and he settles between your thighs like he belongs there. His longest finger traces a path from your clit to your cunt, and you whimper, shuddering like crazy. You think you hear him laugh, but your mind is too hazy for you to make sense of anything at all.

His lips find the valley of your breasts, and he licks a path up. You think he might be looking like a stealthy beast, eyes shining with lust, set on you, and tongue flat on your bones, making you shiver. You tilt your head, your eyes pressed tightly with a painful countenance. His finger finds your clit and he rubs circles over it, making you hiss and preen.

His mouth is hardly an inch from your neck, his finger still moving languidly on your nub. The fire that awoke beneath your skin was relentless, making you crave for more. You purr under him, kissing his skin with yours as you shift in a way that your breast brushes his clavicle.

You thrash your hands when he presses down on your clit, eliciting a moan from you. The insensitivities slip past your lips, and he groans when your legs tremble.

"Baby you are so wet." is his word and you revel in it. You want to say 'for you, only' but your clouded brain only allows you to manage a weak nod. The air that you take in is heavy, and hot and your skin burns, making you gasp for it.

Soon, his finger finds your cunt, and he plunges it inside, making you moan out loud. It is madness, the way he curls his digit inside you, causing a wave of pleasure to gush at your center. He groans when he feels your wetness soaking his hand, and you clench around him. He lays a kiss on your jaw, and starts moving his finger at a painful pace.

"Wonwoo." you try to open your eyes, but your eyelids fall back again. You writh under him and he sensually kisses your skin, his tongue licking stripes over your beauty.

"It's like you are sucking me in," he says and you clench around his fingers again. Rightfully so. His lips form a breathless laugh and yours get clamped under your teeth, as you stop yourself from uttering insensitivities. His finger works smoothly, and his thumb presses down on your clit, eliciting a loud moan from you – making you throw away all your previous thoughts of staying quiet out of the fucking window.

His lips are still on your torso, making you squirm in place, and your breaths get heavier as you hiss. The pleasure clouds your brain, and you feel him press down on you eagerly, waiting for you to unfold for him. You bring your hands in front of your chest, brushing them over your skin and shuddering at the cold touch. The feeling of his digits inside you, and the sheer intensity of his lips worshiping your form has you on the edge, almost tumbling. You cry out loud, and just before you tell him that you are close, he pulls away, your cunt empty and devoid of his touch– devoid of him.

"Wonwoo?" you squirm, your chest rising and deflating with disappointment on being left high and not so dry, "Why did you stop?" your whisper is weak, a sigh breaking through the heavy air.

"Because I'd like you to come around my cock, my love."

That's like a knife to your gut. Except– its sharp edge is covered in the sweetest of nectar, and as it twists inside you, the nectar spreads through your veins, entrancing you in the sweet, exciting rush. Your lips exhale a breath and you fall back on the bed, your hair wound around you in shapes, and strings of beauty. The anticipation is through the roof at this point, and you are yearning for him like a parched person, walking in a desert.

Your eyes still face darkness when you feel his lips ghost over yours, a silent invitation to entice you into him– if you hadn't already been. You tip your head up and find him, causing him to press down and make you fall on the pillow again. His lips move against yours like they have their own mind, a practiced routine, a drop of love. There's a lingering touch on your waist, and you register his body moving up, trying to adjust himself between your legs.

"Spread your legs for me, pretty." he voices against your lips in a breathy sigh and your mind reels as you instinctively part your legs, allowing him solace between your thighs. You don't know when he got rid of his garments, but it's soon that you feel his tip poking your entrance, making you gasp against him.

"Ah, so wet. You wish you could look at how my cock is already drenched because of you, don't you?" he groans and you almost shout out loud. The sensory deprivation is making you run miles an hour, and making your other senses at an all time high. His tip nudges your folds, making its way inside you and you moan out loud– a pathetic nod to reply to him, because you are rendered way too speechless for your own good.

Of course, you would like to see the point where you two meet, a filthy promise. Your wrists still don't feel the pain, but your mind, which yearns to touch him, and to see him, sure as hell does.

"Only your sight and hands are restricted, baby. Not your tongue." he says, and bottoms out in one go, making you cry out loud and tighten your fists around nothing, your pussy clenching around him, while you attempt to register the sudden shock.

"Yes, yes, Wonwoo." you moan out, and you could swear he smirked, even if you can't see it.

Soft whimpers fall out of your lips like petals as he starts moving, his pace sure and slow. His hands pin you down as they travel up to your palms and interlock his fingers with yours, pressing down as his forehead stays on yours, his hot breath mixing with yours as his hips work.

The intimacy has butterflies flying in your stomach, and the curve of his cock inside your cunt has you fighting for your breath. You take him in, you drink him in, and a prolonged groan reverberates against your lip when your love increases his pace, his length hitting you at all the right places, making you mewl under him.

You tightly hold onto his fingers, scared that you'll slip away if you let go. Your voice breaks, and the slick sound of skin hitting skin echoes across the quiet room, enhanced by your whimpers, "Please, baby."

"Please? You would like me to go faster?" is his question, and you nod eagerly, hoping he has his eyes open and set on you.

You think he did have his eyes open, because the next second his hips snap into yours, sending your whole body up the bed. You suddenly shout out, your nails digging into his hands as he laughs low– before beginning the most ruthless pace ever.

"Oh my god, Wonwoo," you moan, and his lips start peppering kisses on your skin, the fire burning faster at the wet touch. His lips stay at a place above your eyebrows when you feel his hand on the tie around your wrist, him fucking into you like a man starved of sex. Your walls clench around him, and he sighs out your name, the sound catching your attention like a firefly in the darkest of nights – it relights you.

"Do you know how sinful you look right now?" his voice is deep and low against your skin, and you would've missed it if your senses hadn't been on an all time high, catching the faintest of squeaks. You whine at his words, thrashing your hands of only to tell him to stop saying things so harmful for you, but he still carries on, "Like a work of art, woven in my silk, for me."

That's the meanest thing he could ever say to you, especially when you can't touch him, can't see him. It's like torture, the way you love him. You clench around him again, before speaking, "Please untie me, I wanna touch you."

He thrusts into you, quick and deep and you feel a familiar knot building up in your core– yet one more knot which makes your pleasure skyrocket. He just laughs at your words, his thumb inching closer to the silk, yet never touching it– testing you and your already barely there sanity.

"You can touch me later all you want, my love. I am all yours."

Fuck.

You are sure there are marks on his skin, because of the insensitivities of your nails digging in it, his words just making you feel more. His cock fucks you like a beast, and you had a thought you'd see red even if your vision hadn't been obstructed.

Behind closed eyes, you also see the edge nearing, and between moans and the sound of the bed squeaking, mixed with the continuous slapping of skin against skin– you tell him that, "Wonu, I am close."

"Hold up for me, baby. Just for a while." he groans and your body jerks with his force, him easily bottoming inside you with each and every snap of his hips.

"I can't," you cry out, on the verge of tears as your body tries to hold on tight to anything it can find, "Please let me come."

There's a long lasting moment wherein you feel like your guts are being rearranged by his now sloppy thrusts before he speaks, "Let it go, come for me." in a sigh against your lips and you quite literally melt.

You come around his cock– just like he had wished, and your body falls limp on the bed as your high takes over you, making you see stars and even try to reach out for them, if you could move your hands then. If you could reach out to him, you would, and exactly when that thought hits you, you feel a weight on your hands– one that unravels another knot of yours, this time making you almost scream out with joy.

You tiredly flex your hands, before bringing them above your head, slowly, cautiously. You know he is still moving, the feel of his thick cock inside you succeeding at keeping your body on fire, and barely controlled whimpers. As soon as you bring your hands above your head, they touch his skin, and it's as if your touch is a trigger for him, because he immediately sighs out,

"Y/N,"

Oh how sweet it sounds. You wrap your hands around his neck and Instinctively bring him closer to your face, hoping your movements to be precise as you feel his breath fan over your hot skin.

"Kiss me, please."

The quietly whispered plea, and the slight touch of his lips against yours is all that takes for the man to break down, and spill inside you. His cum is hot, coating your walls, and he moans your name loudly against your lips, you feeling the ghost of his hands bracing themselves beside your face as he steadies himself.

He rides out his orgasm, and you feel a slight twinge as you feel it overbearing for your pussy– his cock overstimulating you.

"S-stop, it hurts."

He immediately stops moving and rests his forehead against yours. You feel his chest brush yours with each heavy breath you both take, in a harmony.

"I love you." he says, and it's music to your ears, completing the incomplete song and making you sigh– all while you try to calm yourself down.

It's when you say those words back that he pushes the cloth blinding you over your eyebrow, causing you to squint your eyes to adjust to the sudden change. But when your eyes open fully, the only red that you see (which you had thought you would), is if you colorize the emotion which reflects in his eyes as they stare deep into yours–

Love.

💌 thankyou for reading this! i would appreciate any and every kind of feedback— be it comments, reblogs or asks.

© angelwoozi. do not repost.

[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.

[londondungeon2]

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

[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)

“Best friend!Soap / Roommate!Soap x gender-neutral!Reader x Gaz” (no title for this yet) - 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)

🔴 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.

Tags (under construction)

Personal stuff is tagged under #laughroditee rambles

Asks are tagged as #ask laughroditee 

And works I've created are tagged with #laughroditee

Unless it’s fanart, then that is tagged under #momokeen*

*working on updating tags...

[rosewood-multifandom-writer]

My Rules with Fanfics and Headcanons + Blocklist Reasons:

Before I forget, I don’t write for Mortal Kombat anymore. I lost all interest a long time ago. Plus looking back at my main blog during the Mortal Kombat phase makes me want to cringe into a wadded ball of paper every time someone leaves a like on one of my old posts or reblogs. Oh and if you want to request something, do it in the notes. It may sound strange, but it’s because of yet another stupid bug on Tumblr where I can open my inbox up on my main blog but for some reason not on here. It just kept telling me, “it needs to be 26 characters long” and whatever, so until the bug is fixed (which will probably be never lol), we’re gonna have to make requests via the notes or if you don’t want to do that my DMs are always open.

As of right now, requests are open, just keep in mind that I’m slow and I procrastinate, lol.

And also, this is EXTREMELY important: because from what I heard from Tumblr being Tumblr… if I cannot use tags related to any TWs/CWs, it’ll be in a “Content Warning” note. Example: Content Warning(s): CNC

Finally, kiddos, go play Nintendo or something. This is a blog made by an adult for adults. That is also going to be a recurring tag for any explicit fics I make or reblog.

General:

I do NOT do the following: Incest, Rape (closest you’ll get is a reference or implied rape, which WILL NOT be between the ship or CNC), Underage (as in Underage x Adult or Underage Characters having sex on screen), Mutilation during sex, golden showers, feces, spitting in mouth (or spitting in face), cheating (ick), sounding (it looks painful to me), period sex, feet, cervix fucking (as a woman this makes me cringe super hard), oviposition (keep your eggs to yourself and not inside someone’s holes, thank you), High School AU, having sex while pregnant (I got no problems writing about pregnancy or pregnant characters but that’s where I draw the line) and more will added/removed.

I do male x male, female x female, and male x female ships.

I write for male, female and gender neutral readers. I do NOT write for a specifically detailed reader such as short reader, Black reader, Latino reader, Asian reader, White reader, fat reader, tall reader, skinny reader, reader with big boobs, reader with small boobs, etc, etc. it defeats the entire point of a reader insert in my opinion. At THAT point… it’s now just an OC.

Speaking of OCs, when I do Canon x OC, I mainly do my own, so those will be tagged as such when you go into character tags.

I’m also thinking of doing text message AU type things because I’ve been reading them a lot in the JJK Fandom (all of you make such REALLY good ones, I swear to god), just keep in mind I’m a special type of lazy, and will just write it like a typical fanfiction or series of headcanons.

I will always have a trigger warning in the notes and in the tags similar to how I would use the “Non-Con” archive warning on A03, whenever I write CNC, so if that is not your cup of tea or it is very triggering for you to read, filter out tags (I’m gonna have tags titled “CNC” and “consensual non-consent” like this to make it easier), block me if you want to, just remember to stay in your lane when it comes to content like this. In fact, keep a very close eye out on this emoji: “⚠️” next to the title on these types of fics and any other fanfics that deal with serious subjects.

I hate that this needs to be said now, but when I write things like CNC, it’s purely fantasy, I do NOT condone any of the stuff I write. It is NOT an encouragement to do any of the stuff I write in real life. If anyone thinks that this is an encouragement to harm actual real people, then that is a completely different story. It’s like blaming Shooter games for real life mass shootings. This is gonna be the one and ONLY time I say this.

Devil May Cry Specific:

Obviously, no Spardacest, it’s weird. No smut involving DMC4 Nero or DMC4 Kyrie that is also weird.

I don’t ship Trish with any of the Sparda bloodline.

I don’t ship Vergil with Lady. I don’t write anything with Reboot Vergil because I hate him.

I also don’t write the Sparda twins sharing the same partner because in my opinion that’s on the same level as Spardacest plus the idea of dating two siblings (or literally any family members period) simultaneously makes me go, “bleh…”

No, I’m not gonna write anything about Nero x Kyrie, those two are canonically adopted brother and sister, and them being boyfriend and girlfriend is super weird. When I write Nero x Reader for instance, Reader is taking Kyrie’s role as the love interest, and Kyrie will be depicted as being Nero’s sister (maybe even having her date Nico instead).

Resident Evil Specific:

I write mainly for Leon, Carlos, Chris, Piers, Buddy (underrated king), Jill, Claire, Rebecca, Helena, Jake, Sherry (obviously canonically adult Sherry if it’s smut involving her) Wesker, Ada, and more will be added or removed soon.

I don’t ship Wesker with anyone except Ada Wong and William Birkin. I also don’t write for Aeon, because I prefer looking at artwork of them rather than writing about them or reading about them, if that makes sense. My main ships are Chreon, Leon x Ashley, JilLeon (Not enough content of them tbh), Jill x Claire, Jake Muller x Sherry Birkin, Kennechenko, Metaltango, and more will be added or removed soon.

Street Fighter Specific:

I write for Ed, Luke, Rashid, Chun-Li, Cammy, Elena (come home faster baby girl), Falke, Poison, Ken (there’s gonna be special rules with him), Ryu, Juri Han, and A.K.I. More will be added or removed soon.

When I write Ken x Reader, I have Reader be Ken’s spouse in place of Eliza, so don’t worry, he’s not being a man hoe while married, he’s gonna be married to reader instead whenever I write any romantic or sexy situation with them. This rule applies to any canonically married character I may become interested in.

Also when I write A.K.I, I am NOT going to ship her with Fang Fei. I know it’s canon that she simps for him, but that’s literally her adopted father and her master, so it’s a “nope” from me.

The Evil Within Specific:

Call me crazy, Ruvik and Stefano are my slasher villain fantasies just like how any girl thirsts for Ghostface. So… when I write sex scenes with them and Reader, always expect hardcore sex acts.

Detroit become Human Specific:

Here, on both my main blog and this blog, Hankcon and Reed900 requests are equally welcomed with open arms. No ship bashing!

I’m not writing anything for Leo Manfred or Todd because screw them.

A lot more things will be added to the future.

All of these rules apply to my A03 too.

My Reasons for blacklisting/blocking someone:

Keep ALL of this in mind and then you’ll know why certain people are blocked.

If you’re rude. No need to explain this any further. You only get to be rude to me once and only once. Cross the line with me, you get blocked.

If you harassed/bullied/threatened someone. I label myself as anti-harassment, and I don’t want that energy anywhere near this blog. Do not act shocked that you got blocked after you threatened me, my followers or someone else.

If you are pro-censorship. Alongside anti-harassment, I’m anti-censorship. We already deal with corpos censoring movies and shows we like, we ain’t dealing with that here.

Being bigoted in general. Again, I don’t need to explain this further. And also, how are you here, on Tumblr being bigoted???

You’re under 18. Yet another explanation that does not need more explanation. The A03 link in my bio has adult content contained in it. The content I make on this blog is adult content. You should not be here. That is why you are blocked/were blocked.

[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.

[icycoldninja]

Dante x Reader who’s nervous about having sex because of trust issues? (Like based on past trauma)

Ok! I didnt put any actual explictness in this one, just some suggestive topics, hope that's ok!

I can't trust you (Dante x Traumatized!Reader angst/suggestive)

Ever since the incident way back when, you'd been afraid to get physically intimate with anyone, even your own family. The most you could tolerate were a few 5-second hugs, nothing more.

Dante had been very understanding towards this, and hardly ever touched you without your express permission. Sure, he liked to fake disappointment whenever you denied him cuddles, but deep down, he didn't really mind.

This mutual agreement, as well as other methods of support, enabled your relationship to grow and thrive, beyond what you initially expected. You were so grateful to Dante for being such an awesome boyfriend, though there was one small problem. Even though he had done so much for you; even though you loved him more than anything else in the world, you were still scared to do the deed with him, still afraid to trust him completely.

This was why you were currently curled up on the bed, crying your eyes out into your knees, having taken a chance, allowed Dante to get to 3rd base, and chickening out due to nervousness immediately afterwards.

"Hey, baby, it's OK, it' fine, I don't mind," Dante told you, for the fourth time that hour.

"No, it's not ok!" You wailed, "It's all my fault! I can't trust anyone, not even you, and it sucks!"

"Yeah, but you're making progress!" Dante interjected softly, pulling you into his arms. "Just a few months ago, you'd get all tense just from me holding you. Now you don't have a problem anymore. It's alright to take things slow, you know, you don't have to rush."

These words left you silent and sniffling for a little bit, and for a while you resigned yourself to just laying there in Dante's arms until you calmed down enough to form coherent words again.

"I...think...I'm ready to try again."

"You sure?"

"Positive. I want to experience this with you."

"OK, then," Dante chuckled, swiftly pushing you down against the mattress and clambering on top of you.

"Just relax, baby," He told you, while peppering kisses all over your neck and collarbone. "I promise I'll make you feel real good."

[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!

[wordsandrobots]

This is a pinned post

I thought it might be useful, for me and for you, dear reader, to have some sort of index for everything that's populated this blog over the past few years. Thus, here is a list of links to the musings and ramblings of one bi Englishman.

(I am of the generation taught to be extremely leery about sharing personal details on the internet but I fear the cat is out of the bag on at least these aspects of my positionality.)

This may be spun off into multiple posts because I think I have discovered where Tumblr's limit on 'number of links in a post' lies.

Wishing on Space Hardware

I started posting on Tumblr primarily to host the header art accompanying my Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans fanfic series Wishing on Space Hardware. So let's start with that.

Fic header posts

A Handful of Rusted Petals

The Grandmaster

To Catch a Falling Star

Fragments of You/Pieces of Me

Let Sleeping Angels Lie

Between Family

The Ares Affair

The Haunting of Takaki Uno

Frozen Sunlight

Of Obsessions and Erotemes

Revolution for Beginners and Polyamory for Dumbasses

Under a Crescent Moon

Eugene Sevenstark and the Hesperus Treasure

Hope Against Hope

Love, Death and Cannoli

Fata Morgana

We Three Kings

History of a Catastrophe

Ragnarök in G Minor

A Day in the Light

Ancillary material

IBO reference notes on … original(ish) characters

IBO reference notes on … actual, proper original characters

Section breaks master-list

The Wishing on Space Hardware playlist (story edition) v1.0

The Riden-Go II

Graffiti

Iron-Blooded Orphans

My obsession with this show is extremely deep and I have written a lot of words about it.

Fanfic and visual poetry

System error

I've been thinking about smiles

Why are you crying?

You are a hero

Falling for a fool (20 part post series, link is to part 1; Afterword)

Contact

Meta and analysis

Concerning Mika and Orga

Concerning Mika/Orga

Concerning the Bauduins

Concerning pilot strengths

Concerning character consistency

Concerning the Dort pilots

Concerning Barbatos

Concerning the timeline

Concerning McGillis

Concerning Tekkadan's flaws

Concerning Gaelio

IBO reference notes on … Gjallarhorn (Part 1)

IBO reference notes on … Gjallarhorn (Part 2)

IBO reference notes on … Gjallarhorn (corrigendum)

IBO reference notes on … three key Yamagi scenes

IBO reference notes on … three key Shino scenes

IBO reference notes on … three key Eugene scenes

IBO reference notes on … three key Ride scenes

IBO reference notes on … the tone of the setting

IBO reference notes on … character parallels and counterpoints

IBO reference notes on … a perfect villain

IBO reference notes on … Iron-Blooded Orphans: Gekko

IBO reference notes on … an act of unspeakable cruelty

IBO reference notes on … Kudelia’s decisions

IBO reference notes on … the aesthetics of the mobile frame

IBO reference notes on … mobile suit designations

IBO reference notes on … the Gundams (part 1)

IBO reference notes on … the Gundams (part 2)

IBO reference notes on … the Gundams (part 3)

IBO reference notes on … the Gundams (Addendum 1)

IBO reference notes on … the Turbines, or ‘Tekkadan done right’

IBO reference notes on … deals with the devil

IBO reference notes on … odds and ends

IBO reference notes on … pilot ability

IBO reference notes on … queerness

IBO reference notes on … the lie of Agnika Kaieru

IBO reference notes on … the battle at the low-orbit station

IBO reference notes on … spacesuits

IBO reference notes on … the economic blocs

IBO reference notes on … spaceships

Other stuff

An Iron-Blooded Orphans playlist

An off-the-cuff McGillis Fareed playlist

IBO reference notes on … assorted head-canons

Gjallarhorn logo replicated

Index for Iron-Blooded Orphans G summaries and analysis

Gundam franchise stuff

Managing multiple Gundams (conversation with @gremoria411)

Why I really like Gundam X

Definitive Gundam rankings (per my enjoyment levels)

My opinion on Witch From Mercury (extends above)

Detailed and accurate summary of the Gundam protagonists

Doctor Who

A short essay about Cybermen

Why I'm not currently active in Who fandom

Writing and fandom

Me vs romance (conversation with @caparrucia)

On silliness

20 years writing fanfic

The 'not your pub' approach to entitlement

[gentle-sparda]

Modern au fanfic!!!

Since I posted about my oc and the hcs of the Sparada brothers I think now I wanna post about my DMC au

Think of it as a slice-of-life type fanfic, calm, fluff, something I think can be fun to read every once in a while

That being said, I guess I should make little notes about it for context, along with a short intro story, so I hope you like this, I think it's going to be fun, maybe when I figure out how polls and reblogs work I can add it into my writings 

I feel like this au will lean more toward Vergil and Advent's pov/ writings but I'll make sure to give Dante equal attention 

Also this fanfic isn’t proof read, only because i wanna get the boring stuff out of the way 

( =ω= )

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Au context:

It takes place in the modern era ie; 2024 and so on

Dante and Vergil are 21, advent is 20

A general summary of the stories/au:

Dante and Vergil get sucked in a portal, dropping them off in a world that looks similar to theirs, but more lively, a buzzing city filled with tourists, traffic, and a few demons. 

Through their portal travels, something had taken their demon powers, leaving them with just a human body with demon parts [meaning their tails and Vergil's horns] no devil trigger, no swords, just themselves. 

The Devil May Cry Shop still exists, but is run by Advent [who in this au is an artificial angel] 

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Waking up on the wet pavement, Vergil felt his body ache. He lifts himself from the ground, and with wobbly legs, he sits down on a nearby bench. His eyes clear up as he looks around. The eyes of passers-by staring at him. A mix of shocked murmurs, fear, and the young kids filming him. He glares back at them. Standing up as an angry cat ready to fight, the sudden noise of a speeding train triggers his fight or flight response. He leaps away from where the sound comes from. The noises of the train, the commotion, and the pa system that felt like it was blaring, everything felt like it was talking at once. Vergil's ears couldn't take it.

He ran to the nearest exit, following the stairs upstairs and out of the subway tunnel, his eyes were hit with the sun's rays. Blinding him for just a moment, he feels himself falling to the ground. Bracing for the impact nothing came. As his eyes adjust to the bright sunlight he notices he landed on something, Scaly. His mouth curled into a frown as he noticed it was Dante. Who smiled at him. Like a puppy, he helps Vergil up to his feet.

"Verg! There you are! I was worried you didn't end up here" 

Vergil pulled his hand away from Dante "How the hell do I still end up stuck with you.." he grumbled. "Where is ..here.. anyways?" His eyes darted from side to side. His shoulders tense up. 

"Relax verg. I'm sure we can just ask around" Dante smiled, and he noticed a couple sitting and eating ice cream. Approaching them, he smiles widely. "Hey, strangers! Mind telling us where we are?" He waves at them trying to look as friendly as possible. The two of them glance at Dante, the woman throws her ice cream cone at Dante, screaming and running with her other half in tow. Dante froze... then licked the ice cream that was melting down his face. "Mmh. Strawberry " a slight purr in his thought seeps through. 

"Is that your way of figuring things out" Vergil crossed his arms. 

"Not my fault they screamed and ran. Although I wonder why.." Dante turned around, his tail dragging behind him. It knocks Vergil off his feet, landing on his butt. 

"Damnitt dante! Watch that stupid tail of yours!" He hisses at him, getting back up as he brushes the dirt off his pants. Dante lifts his tail into his arms "Strange. It stopped moving. Usually it doesn't touch the floor".

Pieces start to place together in Vergil's brain. He rubs his temples and sighs. "If my theory is right. This means this place has removed any trace of our demon powers." Dante tilts his head to the side. "Meaning what?" His eyes blankly stare at his big brother. He was still working on finishing the splattered ice cream from his forehead. Vergil rolled his eyes. Not wanting to repeat himself. 

"Hey, you two! Hands in the air!" A voice caught the attention of the two brothers. 

Standing in a white shirt with black pants, a tail swishing side to side. Standing just below their eyesight, advent held their gun in place, pointing at both boys. Dante chuckles "Well aren't you a cutie, what's your name kiddo?" He leans into their face. "Advent." They simply replied as they sucker punch Dante right in the nose. He winces in pain, falling backward in front of Vergil's feet. "You demons are coming with me, don't try to fight" Advent reached over to grab Vergil, who gigled and gripped their wrist. "Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that." He forced pressure on their wrist but it didn't seem to be doing anything. 

"Mmmh hmm yuh, sure. " advent simply reached over and cuffed his hand with their free hand. "Don't need to be so hissy about it" They jerked their hand away from Vergil who stood there in stunned silence. Dante held his nose as it was bleeding, watching Advent cuff him to his brother. He saw Advent kneel in front of him. Grabbing a tissue advent wiped some of the blood off his nose. Gently patting at his nose, and handing him a new tissue. "Here. Hold it so it won't bleed all over your mouth", their tone noticeably much softer. Helping Dante to his feet, they take the brothers away from the busy city. 

Walking down the almost empty street, Dante notices the familiar sign on the building. “Hey, that's my office” He tries to run up to it, only to be yoinked back in place by Vergil. “It’s like having a child on a leash” He growled. “ Your office? Then I suppose you have the keys to it” Advent smiled, stepping to the side to let Dante walk up. “Duh, of course, I do!” He puffed out his chest proudly, rummaging through his coat pocket. Pulling out his keys, with a bright pink keychain attached to it. He tries jamming the key into the doorknob. But it didn’t seem to work. He awkwardly laughs. “Maybe it’s another key.” He tries it again. Nothing. Advent lets this go for about an extra minute before walking past Dante and unlocking the door. Dante stared at Advent. Vergil held back a snicker. “Ladies first” Advent showed them the open the door. Dante walks in, huffing and practically dragging vergil in. Locking the door behind themselves, advent turns on the lights. It had a subtle warm lighting to give it a homey vibe. The office display was exactly like Dante's, the only difference was the scattered paperwork Dante had on the floor, was neatly stacked in the corner of the desk. Dante flopped onto the neat couch, nuzzling into the warm, clean sofa. Vergil sat down pushing his limp tail to the side. “What's the point of all this? Who are you, and why did you bring us here?” 

Advent sighed and sat down on the seat across from them. “Because you aren’t the normal demons I fight, you look more…well human.” Advent handed him a newspaper. “And because the mayor of this place would’ve wanted to get rid of you instantly. Vergil reads the title of the paper. 

“ Law implements a demand for others to stay indoors for any demon attacks” 

Reading through the words, it describes how the mayor paid for the building the brothers are in. How they created a new weapon to use to help combat the demons that are appearing across the town. 

“You guys aren't the same as other demons right? You two are far different than those animals” Advent looked around in their pockets, grabbing the keys for the cuffs. They walked over to Vergil, gently grabbing his wrist. “And if what I'm saying is true. Then you won't blindly attack…right?” They unlock the cuffs and toss them to the side. Almost braced for an attack, but nothing came. Only the stare of Vergil’s cold eyes. With a sigh of relief, advent rubs Vergil's wrist, where the cuff had accidentally pressed on too tight. “It was only a precaution. “ Advent murmmed. 

Advent explained to the brothers everything that was going on.  From who they are and where they are. Dante didn’t care for much. He was too busy rubbing his face on the cough, humming, and closing his eyes. But Vergil, as tense as he is, was willing to listen.

“The place you're in is called Redgrave Central. It could be a different universe from your city. Because here, the only demon attacks happen on odd bases, although that means the city could have some hidden gate of hell. Not much can be done. And I know this place feels different for you. But if you let me, I can help you two get around this town, and help you two with your er, loss of your demon powers. Just promise not to kill me or any innocent people” Advent added with a small laugh. Vergil crossed his arms, “And how will I know that you aren’t just leading us to get killed? After all, you did punch Dante. 

“It was on;y a precaution!” They butted in. Standing up they held their hand in front of Vergil. “Well like a song says, just make a deal with the devil. Let me help you, and in turn, you help me learn about you two. But if things don’t work, then you have all the right in the world to kill me. Do we have a deal?”. Vergil hesitantly grabs advent’s hand. “Deal.”

[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