Supernatural

May I request dmc V 20, 2 on V's neck or hands, or 10 reader receiving? Love your writing, thanks so much for holding this event to share your genius with all of us! ❤

Awww thank you 🥺 That means so much, now this did come out to be a really an emotional and a bit of a comfort piece a tad bit than previous planned when drafting but still I hope you enjoy!

Day 20: cockwarming

(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW under the cut as always)

He looks so good from underneath you; looking up at you with such loving foggy forest green eyes, looking up at you like his whole world and beyond and he tells you this through low husked out breaths, almost if he were on the verge of tears, he loves you and you mean absolutely everything to him as the man unworthy of redemption of the actions of his other self - how you can love such a man whole has done so much unspeakable things that keep him awake at night and sobbing panic as he woke up to you on this one.

He doesn't move and nether do you - you both just click so perfect together at the point where you two connect that you two just relish in the feeling, not the feeling of pleasure that brings with him being inside you nor you clamped so tight and wet around him, no just the feeling of your lips taking each other and holding onto each other like it was your very last moment you ever could together. V whimpers as his fingers tug on your hair and he bites down on your neck to muffle out and emotions but with the twitching and the loosening grip on the back of your head shows you exactly how weak that attempt is that you push back and stare him in his eyes so kind and gentle the second he meets you he breaks leaving you to kiss away his tears.

"I love you, I love you, I love you-" he utters, it becomes a mantra of sorts as his head tucks in the crook of your neck as you just lay there together. You wrap your arms around him, trying to push down the moan threatening to spill out of your throat as his cock twitches in you just the right way before you repeat his sentiment.

Your arousal flows out of you and slicks onto your lover's skin underneath you as your hole bit by bit loosens and stretches around you that even with the tiniest of movements gets body quaking pleasure to thrum through your body. "V," you look back to him before he catches your throat, teeth scraping around the skin and biting down letting the sweet sound of your startle shock greet his ears and the heavenly squeeze around his dick that shutters through him.

More, he needs to give you more.

His hands streak up and down your sides leaving goosebumps in his wake. Through glossy eyes he watches and listens to your body vibrate and quiver as you plummet further downwards onto him. He curses through gritted teeth.

"You're doing such a good job, th-thank you - V. I don't know what'd do if-" His nails take down your spine that cuts you off. His cock swells so deep inside you it makes your head spin.

"-doing such a good job, V, please I want you to come. Please," your voice is so breathless. "-come in me just like this. I want it - I want all of you - in me, in me, in me-" your hips begin to twist and turn so sharp but never turn into anything but that, the tip of his cock practically rubbing the deepest part of your inner walls he can reach as he's so deep to the base inside you he hisses out a curse, eyes rolling back.

His come drips between your legs and comes flooding out the moment his cock unplugs from you. Hair sticks to his face as he lays back absorbed in his pillow until you move and adjust yourself right up next to him that he can wrap a tattooed arm around you and nuzzle into your chest and your hairs immediately find their way to his sweat raven locks.

This was nice, once the emotion died down and tears and sweat dried off on his skin. It was overwhelming, how fearful he felt laying there so helpless in his arms - but that was the Vergil in him talking. No, he knows better. He wasn't alone, he had you and you made it very clear no matter what the past half of him and done and went through... he was himself, all you said you needed. That... touched him in ways he was sure even the Vergil in him could feel... he felt loved. Everything he ever had been seeking for; he found. Finally after all this time, he had it.

Protection and love.

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Anakin in sith Obi+Ahsoka au: Tea isn't therapy, guys. Ahsoka and Obi: bet.

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Fic Masterlist!

This is my masterlist for all of my Ninjago fics. Feel free to check them out (and please comment yes I'm that desperate please someone comment on my works-)

Lava-Shipping (Cole/Kai)

--Royals and Thieves-- -Words: 11521 -Chapters: 7/? -Rating: T -Category: Fantasy AU -Warnings: Controlling parents, OOC characters (Kai''s parents) Language -Status: Incomplete, Ongoing --Night Terrors-- -Words: 2780 -Chapters: 1/1 -Rating: T -Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort -Warnings: Heavy angst, Nightmares, Night Terrors, Panic Attacks, Language -Status: Complete --Little Flicker-- -Words: 2388 -Chapters: 3/? -Rating: G -Category: Fluff, Age Regression -Warnings: None :) -Status: Incomplete, On Hiatus --Bet-- -Words: 1155 -Chapters: 1/1 -Rating: M -Category: Comedy -Warnings: Language, Mentions of Sex, Moments leading up to sex, but nothing explicit dw -Status: Complete --Play Something For Me?-- -Words: 1043 -Chapters: 1/1 -Rating: G -Category: Fluff -Warnings: Language, but thats it -Status: Complete --Lava Oneshots because I'm Gay for Cole and Kai-- -Words: 1753 -Chapters: 4/? -Rating: T -Category: Fluff, Oneshot book -Warnings: Language -Status: Incomplete yet abandoned

Glacier-Shipping (Cole/Zane)

--Even The Toughest Rocks Bear Cracks-- -Note: This was a collab with my friend @crab-boi-blog. I wrote for Cole, they wrote for Zane. Love you bestie /p <3 -Words: 4383 -Chapters: 1/1 -Rating: T -Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort -Warnings: Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobic parents, mental breakdowns, self deprecating thoughts, Language -Status: Complete

Techno-Shipping (Zane/Jay)

--Am I...Irritating?-- -Note: This is a prequel to this fic -Words: 1606 -Chapters: 1/1 -Rating: G -Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort -Warnings: Self doubt, self esteem issues, self deprecating thoughts, Language -Status: Complete --Love Like You- Songfic-- -Note: this is a songfic inspired by this song. -Words: 1624 -Chapters: 1/1 -Rating: G -Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort -Warnings: Ice Emperor Zane but would that really count as a warning? idk, Language -Status: Complete

Polyninja (Cole/Kai/Jay/Zane)

--Cole, Ninjago's #1 Heartthrob-- -Words: 1535 -Chapters: 1/1 -Rating: G -Category: Comedy -Warnings: None, some suggestive ish words like "hot" but its overall pretty tame, Language -Status: Complete --Video Diaries of Ninjago's Ninja-- -Words: 512 -Chapters: 1/? -Rating: T -Category: Comedy, Oneshot book -Warnings: Swearing but thats it -Status: Incomplete, Ongoing

--Why Can't Every Morning Be Like This?--

-Words: 1320 -Chapters: 1/1 -Rating: G -Category: Tooth-Rotting Fluff -Warnings: None :) -Status: Complete

Dumbass Shipping (Cole/Kai/Jay)

--No, You are Not Irritating-- -Note: Please read this fic before reading this one. -Words: 2028 -Rating: G -Category: Hurt/Comfort -Warnings: Language -Status: Complete

Canon/Reader

--His Chill Brings Comfort-- -Words: 378 -Rating: G -Category: Zane/Reader -Warnings: None -Status: Complete

Other

--The Cold Still Haunts Me--

-Words: 1461 -Rating: T -Category: ANGST -Warnings: Heavy Angst, Violence, Nightmares, Flashbacks, PTSD Nightmares, Dream Murder -Status: Complete

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Diner Boy

m!reader x dean winchester (18+)

summary: he’s a regular, comes often but there’s never really a pattern. he sits with his brother, Sam, you learned. sometimes they’re smiling and having a good time, other times they look like they’ve just fought, but no matter what- they always sit together, and today you’ve caught his eye- Dean.

warnings: car sex, hair pulling, overstimulation

“He’s staring at you…” Your work friend, Charlie, had said. You were standing at the counter sorting the tickets. It wasn’t a busy day, but it wasn’t slow either. It kept you both working, with plenty time to talk. You gave her a small look before scoffing, “You say this almost everyday Char.”

“Well yes, but, Sam and Dean don’t come here everyday.” You catch her eye as she motioned over to the table she just came from not too long ago. “You are very pretty..you get mistaken for a girl often-“

“I don’t want to talk about that. And besides,” you pick up a tray of food, fit for another table, “I’m sure they’re staring at you, you just like girls and don’t take interest.” You give her a wink while she starts to giggle.

It was true, though. He was staring at you. Your beautiful frame, your curly hair fanning around your face, your perfect lips that pulled into a smile whenever you interacted with the tables to catered to for the night. Dean was watching, and you felt his gaze.

You could hardly work. His eyes made your legs week, and your pants tight. You felt hot but there was no sweat. Your hands shook while taking orders. You knew what you wanted, what your body screamed at you to take before the chance of a lifetime slipped away.

Your shift ended roughly at 10. You’re tired, body aching. You take off your apron before saying your goodbye’s to your coworkers. Charlie had left an hour before. It was raining outside, it made you groan. As much as you loved the rain, you walked to work, and walking in the rain meant an umbrella you didn’t have. “Need a lift?” you hear a voice behind you, a familiar one at that, his voice. Dean. You hear yourself chuckle, turning around to look at his tall frame. “No.”

“No? It’s raining like hell out here and you have no umbrella, and you say “no”?” He’s leaning against the glass frame of the wall. He bore a small grin, but those eyes..those eyes said so much more. You felt it. They trailed your body down to your hips, and rested before making their way back up to your eyes.

“Yeah.” you cleared your throat. “And if you’re done..” you look away, staring at the rain pour harder. The droplets beginning to splash against your legs and his boots. Dean moves closer, the soft clack of his shoes perfectly in sync with the rain. Where was Sam, you had wondered. “Do you..need a ride?” He asked again, lowly, fit only for you.

“…yes.”

the walk back to Dean’s beautiful car felt like forever. He shielded you from the rain, his brown leather jacket over your frame. His arm wrapped around your shoulder securely like you were the most precious thing in the world at that moment, protected..

“ha….ha fuck.” Your hand was lost into his short locs of hair, gripping on what you could. You breathed heavily into the small space of Baby’s backseat, suffocated. Dean held your waist, cock disappearing into your hole for what seemed like the hundredth time this night. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, sweaty forehead rested against your shoulder. “Dean..” you moan.

He shuddered, bottoming out inside of you. Your cock leaked against his stomach. You were so closed it rubbed just up against it in the right of ways. Your breathes came to a shuddering halt. Your heart seemed to drop into your stomach, and a clean wash fell over you. Your hands found their way to Deans shoulder, squeezing as you rode out another orgasm, your seed shooting lazily across you and Dean’s stomach. “You feel so good baby..” He groans. His hands tightened the grip onto your waist. While your body relaxed against his own, he sped up. Your body moved quickly against Dean’s thick cock. “So fuckin’ good.”

Your body rolled against his. Your legs felt tight, you tried your best but your body shook to its core. “Dean-“ You gasp, nails digging into his shoulder. He hit that spot inside of you so well…You couldn’t help the helpless whimper falling from your lips. “Almost there.” Dean grunts, failing to notice Sam’s name flash across his buzzing phone.

herogasm ~ soldier boy;the boys

word count: 3678

request?: no

description: in which she’s trying to leave the supe orgy, just to stumble into the room of the man who started it

pairing: soldier boy x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, praise, unprotected p in v), mentions of herogasm (the event, not the episode)

masterlist (one, two, three)

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Darth Vader Goes to Therapy by @ladyvader23

"After a mission gone very wrong, Vader is forced into court mandated therapy to calm the concerned citizens of the galaxy. His assigned therapist? The only one who would take him: brand new therapist Luke Lars."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26241868/chapters/63873559

Great, cracky fic about the importance of not stopping one's Sithy medications without advice from the medical droid, boundaries, recognizing grooming, trauma, and surviving said trauma.

Therapist Luke Lars "I prefer another name" is determined to help everyone who seems to need therapy, and is willing to accept help. (Imperials and members of the Alliance, alike. )

Despite the cracky start, there are some parts of this fic that will make you cry. (Plus, Darth Vader, high, gleeful, on a hoverboard, in a tie dye cape is not to be missed.)

Adding- it also has Palpatine death! And exactly how Palpatine is killed is awesome. Hint- neither Vader nor Luke kills Palpatine.

Definitely go read this fic when you get a chance.

Hello, author. Would it be possible to request an established relationship Dante or Vergil x feminine male!reader who has emotional dependency and who, for years, was almost like a prostitute/courtesan to demons ? The reader tends to make a lot of sexual advances out of fear of being abandoned and not being desirable enough for their boyfriend. The reader has a devoted, polite, and gentle personality, with a mix of fluff and hurt to comfort if possible. I hope this request doesn't make you uncomfortable, dear author, Have a good day 🌷

DEVIL MAY CRY - DANTE SPARDA | VERGIL SPARDA

The requested scenario for BOTH of the twins :3

WORDCOUNT: Around 1k for each

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Dante x feminine!Male!Reader | established relationship

Dante knew what you were like. He knew the way you acted, what you usually were like around him, the things you'd do and say. In just a few months, he'd learned to read you like a book. Dante also knew your past. You'd opened up about it slowly, timid about his reaction, even though you knew he wouldn't judge you. You couldn't help it, really. Life had prepared you to be expecting everything and everything.

Emotionally dependent reader Former demon prostitute/courtesan reader fear Of abandonment Reader: devoted, polite, gentle Fluff/ Hurt Comfort

When you had told Dante that you'd practically been a prostitute for Demons, he'd been mad. Not at you, never at you, more so at anyone that dared to give you bad experiences in life. Dante had figured that you weren't completely trauma free - you were hanging around him, after all - but he hadn’t expected anything like what you opened up to him about.

Something Dante had started to notice these last few days, though, is how you seemed to always cling to him, how you tried to initiate intimate moments more often, the way you'd look at him every time he wasn't in the mood. He hadn’t minded at first, hell, in all honesty, he liked how active you were, but after a while he noticed your patterns. You initiated intimacy whenever either of you had been upset at the other, or whenever he hadn't been able to hang out with you as much as usually, whenever he was too busy… It became a little suspicious. You'd get upset whenever he'd reject, seemingly more at yourself than at him.

One evening was especially bad. He'd been out for a long mission, drained and hungry, covered in blood. You'd come to him, humming about taking a shower, gingerly wrapping your arms around him, lips pressed against his neck. He sighed, knowing that while he loved when you were like this, he really just wanted to shower and then pass out in bed. He told you as much as he parted with you, pressing a swift kiss against your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

He found you later, once he'd gotten dried up and dressed in his sleep clothes - which were only acceptable and without holes because you'd pushed him to get some proper pyjamas instead of sleeping in his boxers and old shirts all the time. The lights in your shared hoke were turned off, but you weren't in bed. Usually, you'd have a few lights or candles on while you snuggled up on the couch. Lights off was only for bedtime with you.

You still sat on the couch, though, sniffling softly to yourself. Dantes whole face fell as he realised you were crying. “...Love, what's wrong..?” He muttered as he stepped towards you, carefully seating himself beside you. You sniffled again, immediately smuggling against him. “... do you not love me…?” You mumble, voice muffled by his shirt as you press your face into his shoulder. Dante almost thinks he didn't hear you right, wrapping his arms around you, pressing you against his chest. “Baby, my dear sweet boy, why would you think that…?” He questions, running his fingers through your hair. “...you don't want me…” You sob, tears staining Dantes shirt. The gears in his head started turning as he pulled you into his lap. “Love, listen to me. I love you. I want you, all the time, but sometimes I'm tired, or I'm not in the mood, not because I don't love you anymore, it just happens, yeah?” He mumbles, pressing a few soft kisses against the top of your head. You're still sniffling, so he tilts your head a little to kiss your forehead too.

“I just… whenever you don't want me I think you don't love me-” You start, new tears dwelling in your eyes as you look up at him. He shushes you, gently brushing your tears away. He slipped his fingers into your hair, gently running his digits through the soft strands, twirling them around the tips carefully.

“I swear to you, I will never stop loving you. You dont even need to think that, yeah? You're so much more than your body, and our relationship is so much more than just physical, you hear me?” He hums, keeping his voice careful and gentle yet the way he looked into your eyes left no room for discussion.

You press your face into his shoulder again, clinging to his shirt as you let the last few tears slip down your cheeks. You knew he meant it, but it was so hard to genuinely believe. “My sweet boy…” Dante sighs, placing yet another kiss against the top of your head, breathing in before pulling away, consoling you with a hand on your back. “I love you. I always will, yeah?” He mumbles against your hair, softly tugging you closer as he feels your hands tangle into his shirt - somehow you still managed to be mindful of not bunching it up too much.

He let you calm down slowly, murmuring soft words and pressing gentle kisses whereever he could reach. The moonlight softly shone into the living room, illuminating the scene in its gentle light. It took you a while to properly calm down, sniffling softly, stray tears staining Dantes shirt. “You wanna go to bed..?” The white haired mumbles, gently carding his fingers through your hair. You nod after a moment, clinging to him. He chuckles lightly, wrapping his arms around you so he could pick you up and carefully carry you to bed. “My clingy boy, hm? You're so sweet… so adorable…” Dante mumbles carefully as he laid you down, smiling as he snuggled against you, wrapping the blankets around you in the way he knew you liked.

“I love you…” you mutter softly, feeling him press a kiss against your forehead. “I love you too… get some sleep, love, mhm?” Dante responds, pressing a kiss against your forehead, letting you drift off to sleep in his arms, feeling like the happiest man in the whole world.

Vergil x feminine!Male!Reader | established relationship

Emotionally dependent reader Former demon prostitute/courtesan reader fear Of abandonment Reader: devoted, polite, gentle Fluff/ Hurt Comfort

Vergil wasn't usually this concerned about you. You were his boyfriend, indeed, but you could take care of yourself, no matter how much trouble you got yourself in with your niceness. So, he never worried about you. Not much, anyway. There was a reason you were his boyfriend, and not anyone else. Behind that facade of pure and utter gentleness was still a strong will. However, lately you had been acting… off. Vergil hadn't noticed at first - he had been a lot busier these last few days, he didn't have the time to indulge in your unimportant desires. Sex wasn't something he needed, nor wanted regularly. Not by now, anyway. He did accept that he had been… Impulsive, before.

What Vergil had noted early into your relationship, was how needy you were. You wanted to be around him most of the time, touch him in one way or another. It was important to you, he knew that. He did let you have your moments, did let you be all over him for an hour or two, but he was a busy man, always had been, and you had to deal with that. It wasn’t about Vergil being heartless, more about him having clear boundaries you just had to accept. He was a lot different from you, after all. He needed his time to himself, to think, to plan, to just rest and relax. You often seemed to dislike his habits, but you never said anything. Never even as much as shoot him a nasty glance, you always stayed calm and soft. Vergil liked that about you, you were pliant. Soft.

This evening was only slightly different. Vergil had come home late, feeling tired and defeated after having learned that yet another of his plans wouldn't work out the way he had strategised. His hair was out of place, blue eyes already zoned out as he perfected his plan. You had made dinner, grinned at him widely as he stepped through the door, doting on him the second he had shrugged off his coat. Soft kisses against his cheeks, hands brushing over his sides - he knew these signs, knew they meant that you wanted him. He let you lead him to the kitchen, ate a few bites of the rather delicious food you made. Your foot nudged his under the table, he scowled slightly. “My dear, I don't think I've got time for.. this behaviour tonight.” He hums nonchalantly, as if telling you about the weather, as if it didn't make your whole world crumble just a little more. You don't answer, simply get up, mutter something about not being hungry anymore and hide away in the bedroom.

He didn't love you. You were so sure of that now. Surely, he was too busy thinking of everything but you. That's why he always stayed in his study. That's why he came home late, and didn't even give you a kiss whenever he stepped through the door. You knew Vergil was… special, but this wasn't being special. This was him blatantly not wanting you. It hurt you, it hurt like hell. You wanted him, wanted to love him, to show him how good you could be, but he wouldn't let you. Wouldn't let you give him what you knew he surely also needed - he was a man, after all. He couldn't be that different from the other men you'd met throughout your life.

You'd learn, though, that Vergil was indeed very different. You'd snuggled into the covers of your shared bed, sniffling softly. You weren't loud, too afraid of accidentally letting the man a few doors away know you were being such a crybaby about this simple situation. Tears stained your pillow - you had half a mind to think about having to turn it to the other side once you'd try to sleep. It didn't come to that, however. What it came to, was Vergil walking in after long hours in his study, late at night. You had frozen up once the door opened, tears still running down your cheeks.

You felt the mattress dip under his weight as he settled into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around you - he was actually cuddling against you. Something he usually never did. Did he… think you were asleep? You felt him place soft kisses against your jaw and the back of your neck, a soft smile on his lips. “My pretty boy…” He mumbles, voice deep from exhaustion. “So damn adorable… All mine…” He continues, snuggling his face into your hair comfortably. Vergil was weirdly clingy, arms wrapped around you tightly as he pressed lazy kisses against the skin he could reach. You don't dare to move, not wanting to ruin this moment, too scared Vergil would act like nothing happened and just pull away.

You basked in the moment for a few minutes, feeling Vergil rest and breathe against you - this has probably been the closest he's ever stayed to you for this long. “...you know I love you, right…?” Vergil suddenly mumbles, pressing a kiss against your cheek. He halts, huffing. “...were you crying?” He scowls slightly. You didn't know what to answer - had he not thought you were asleep? Did he know you had been awake the whole time and still snuggled so close to you? “...sorry…” You mutter silently, wiping the remnants of your tears away in an attempt to hide them. “Why were you crying?” Vergil questions, sitting up a bit. “Just.. nothing important..” you answer, trying to dodge the question - Vergil wouldn't take it, though. “Answer me.” He huffs coldly. “... just… Sometimes it feels like.. you don't want me…” You mumble, voice so silent you almost think he didn't hear you. Vergil doesn't answer for a moment, before he sighs heavily. “... I'm sorry, my dear. I didn't… realise how much I… hurt you. I will be better in the future, I promise you.” He speaks, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. “You will never cry because of me again, I promise it. I'm sorry, love.” He sighs, snuggling back against you. “I think I just… needed some time to get used to… This… but, I really do love you… Even if I dont show it that much…” You sigh in relief, pressing against him, worries lifted - or at least you know they'll be worked on from now.

since there’s a lot of hype for hades 2 i’ve been working on these devil may cry character redesigns!! it's been really fun!! obviously all the references are from the game, hope you like it!! uwu

you don’t understand, DanVerNero is like the peak of yaoi

you have dante who’s like the smug but charismatic one and then vergil, the cold and aloof one and nero as the tsundere MC like broooooooo

sparda family offers a particular kinda incest flavor

it’s like fine wine

mmmmm the notes are impeccable my compliments to the chef