So I intended to make a master list of all of my fanfiction works, from 2014 to present. This would have included stuff I posted on other sites, not just on Tumblr. However my catalogue of works was just too darn big for a single Tumblr post so I have to split up the lists.
Devil May Cry Master List
Marvel Master List
Super Smash Bros. Master List
Miscellaneous Master List (aka every time I wrote less then 5 stories for a fandom so it does not need a list to itself.)
If any of the links are broken or you have suggestions to make the list easier to navigate, let me know.
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Heeeyyy, love your fics on DMC especially on reboot Dante (it’s a shame there’s not a lot of work for the reboot).
I really want to know how you think Reboot! Dante would interact with a rich! Bitchy! Reader?
Like Vergil could be forcing them to work together, or they could have just met at a nightclub, and the readers doing shit like handing Dante a black card saying “here go buy yourself some real clothes” or she buys him a high end cologne with the excuse “here, you can’t be walking beside me smiling like shit”, OR she hears his one liners and is like “god you actually think your cool” but she turns around so he can’t see her smirking at it.
You don’t have to expand on all of this, I would just LOVE to know your take on a character dynamic like this.
Xx
New year’s eve surprise, I'm alive!
Doing Kinktober totally killed me and I have had zero motivation to write since. Plus I have gotten really into a couple games. When I got sent this question, I liked the idea and intended to respond casually, but then I got into it and wrote a little thing. ^^;
I’m still trying to get back into writing though so don’t expect much too soon, sorry. :<
You would be everything Dante hates, especially if you brush him off when he tries to get you in bed.
Of course, he will try to fuck you the first time he sees you, you’re hot as hell! He’ll throw out his corny lines and show off how much of a punk he can be. But when you respond with not just laughter but flaunting your money and class, all interest will be lost.
“Fuck you and everything you are. You and your people are the ones ruining this city and the world.” Dante would spout at you before flipping you off and storming away.
And then he finds you at The Order’s hideout and he is seething.
He knows that Vergil plays the roll of a pompous rich guy for his adoptive family, as the president of his company, and to gather info, but why did he have to bring one of his fake friends into the group?
In reality you two are real friends, having known each other since you were in private school.
Fine, whatever, your job is to give info and go undercover in affluent circles. Dante was a bruiser, fighting demons. You two shouldn’t have to spend time together.
“What you discovered, Dante, could be the turning point in this battle.” Vergil said to begin the meeting. It was Vergil, Kat, Dante, and you in his office. Vergil stood at the front, Kat to the side like a mediator, Dante sitting atop a table, and you between. Your outfit stood out in the dark room, which made Dante not even want to look at you, or at least less than he already didn’t. You also had the gall to touch up your damn makeup. God, Dante wanted to slap that overpriced slop from your hands. “But we have to confirm Phineas’ claim before going forward. My friend here has an… interesting idea.” Vergil seemed a bit uncomfortable, which was rare for him.
“It’s simple.” You shrug like you had everything figured out, at least that’s how Dante saw it. “Lilith’s monthly orgy party is coming up. I got invited, again. She really doesn’t give up, the gold-digger. Anyway, I go in with a sexy dude and see if Lilith takes a dicking or if she sits out and just soaks up the energy.” You explain as you dust more bronzer on your chin, eyes glued to the compact mirror. “My partner and I don’t even have to participate. It’s probably better if you don’t honestly, but you know how it can be sometimes.” You glance over to Dante, and for a moment he starts smirking in agreement, but the fact that its you makes him squash the thought.
“Right,” Vergil gave a solemn nod, as if he was about to make some hard decision or sacrifice. “so I will go-”
“That won’t work.” You cut in, closing your compact with a sharp snap. “I’ll take the street rat.” You make a head motion towards Dante. Both twins looked shocked and offended.
“Fuck no.” Dante retaliated immediately, his eyes turning to the side of your head with a burning glare.
“May I ask why?” Vergil inquires in a calmer tone, through his discontent was still evident like a cloth laying over rippling water.
“Because everyone knows you’re a prude who can barely look up from his work to socialize, let alone fuck anyone.” You answer, which forces a scoff of amusement to shoot out of Dante, but he was able to conceal it as one of annoyance. “You suddenly showing up to an orgy would make you even more suspicious then you already are. Your bother here is the only other one hot enough to convincingly be my plus one. Well, the only guy.” Your eyes slide over to Kat, who visibly tenses up. "You're quite the looker yourself. I would love to take you shopping, maybe fix up that hair of yours a bit. I already have some gorgeous alt fashion ideas for you." You spoke with such confidence, and with a light of excitement in your eyes. It was enough to make Kat blush a bit and look down, but her body was still tense in difference. "Unfortunately, though, demons like Lilith and her angels get their power from men, so bringing a guy is a requirement to get in."
And so, the plan was set.
Dante objected, of course, arguing and trying to get out of it. But Vergil and Kat got on him with the speeches of “its for the world”, “you are the only one that can do this”, and “this is the best way to get to Mundus and make him pay for what he’s done”.
So now he is here in some stupid department store to get decent clothes.
“Jevala Kalyal just released their new winter line so we’ll start there.” You say as you slide your designer shades up onto your head and then turn to a mirror to reposition your hair after being out in the autumn wind.
“I’m not gonna let you dress me up like your Ken doll.” Dante spat back, already on edge from being with you and now it was worse with the hags around with more plastic in their body then muscles glaring at him.
“Please, I have better fashion sense than that.” You scoff, seemingly amused by his sharp tongue rather than insulted. “But don’t worry, I’m not going to force you to wear something you don’t want to.”
For a moment, Dante saw something on your face. Pain? Regret? Anger? It was so brief and you so quickly started leading him through the store that he didn’t have a chance to study it. Not that your rich girl problems mattered to him, he was just… caught off guard.
Just like how he was caught of guard when you let him into a section of the 4 floor department store with a darker vibe. Muted colours, leather, purposely disheveled designs, sewn in patches in a bit more thoughtful design then people casually customizing their own clothes.
“Alright, so,” You began with a clap of your hands, summoning 2 staff members like they were servants. “you have a good base here,” You motion up and down Dante’s outfit. “we just want to upgrade it. Cleaner cuts, decent smells, you get it.” The staff members you had seemingly summoned from the either nodded and started scurrying around to gather options.
“A good base?” Dante repeats, his scared brow raising along with one corner of his lips into a smirk. “You saying I’m hot?” You scoff and roll your eyes. “Wait, didn’t you say something similar before?” His smirk grew when your cheeks flush lightly and you turn your head away aggressively.
“Shut up and get to the changing room. I’ll tell you what to try on.” You demand, your eyes locked on a pair of distressed designer jeans on a rack in front- of you.
“Alright,” Dante gave a little chuckle but didn’t move away yet. Instead he leaned in and lowered his voice so only you would here the sultry tones. “now that I know you have good taste, I’ll let you dress me up a bit, Barbie.”
Before you can respond, Dante struts off towards the changing room with a smug smile as if he had just found the opponents opening and was about to abuse the hell out of it.
Reboot Vergil x Female Reader: Hot Tub Sex – Sugar Baby (Day 31, Kinktober 2025)
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Note: I name-drop specific brands and products to add to the boujee feeling, but I am not endorsing, promoting, or affiliated with these companies or products. I just googled “expensive swimsuits” and picked ones I thought looked good.
Vergil opened the door to your shared bedroom and was not surprised to find several shopping bags tucked around the full-length mirror, some opened and with luxury clothing spilling out, while others seemed untouched. One box was open on the bed and left empty. Vergil quickly located it when he walked further into the room and could look out onto the balcony where you were sitting on the edge of the hot tub in a new swimsuit.
Vergil let out a breath that was equal parts exasperated, amused, and adoring. You looked gorgeous, as usual, but the off-white one-piece swimsuit with fabric flowers gave you a bridal look. It made him think back to your honeymoon, how your 2-week cruise started with 4 days of fucking like animals in heat and barely getting out of bed to accept foodservice. The memories always got him hot under the collar, and, though he didn’t have 2 weeks off, he did have 4 days.
Vergil slipped into the staggeringly large walk-in closet to change into a swimsuit himself. He had plenty of options thanks to you, from cut-out swimming trunks from designer Amir Slama to Other Side Of The Oasis boardshorts by Camilla. It didn’t matter to him what he chose since he did not plan to have them on for long.
When Vergil finally stepped out onto the balcony, you turned your head to give him that brilliant smile of yours.
“Welcome home!” You greet, unaware that Vergil had returned almost 20 minutes ago.
“Glad to be home.” Vergil approached you from behind. He first placed his hands on your hips and slid them up and down your sides while he peppered hisses along your exposed shoulders. “It seems like you had a fun day.” Vergil comments, thinking about how long you must have been shopping today to get multiple bags of items.
“I did, thank you.” Your smile was so big and unabashedly proud of having had a productive day. “This is the Hilal One Piece in Ivory by La Revêche, it just came out for the summer. What do you think?”
“You look stunning, dear, mature and sexy but not trashy.” Vergil’s hands wander from your sides to your front, caressing you and pulling you against his bare chest. “And how much did this little number run me?” Vergil took one of the fabric flowers adorning your swimsuit and tugged it gently, momentarily revealing your breasts.
“Uuuuuh.” It said quite a bit about you and your relationship to Vergil’s endless money that you actually struggled to remember. “625 euros, so about 725 dollars.”
“Hmm…” Vergil hums in thought for a moment as his hand lets go of the flower to cup and lift your breast a couple of times, as if weighing it. “I don’t know if it was worth the price, considering how long it will last.”
“I don’t know, I reeeally like this swimsuit.” You pull away from Vergil and move to the middle of the hot tub, where he has no choice but to get into the water to reach you. “Why not come in, and we’ll see how long it lasts.”
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I DID IT!!!! I’m so happy and proud of myself for doing this. I did every day too! I'm glad I did Kinktober once, but not again. I hate having time limits on stories, and when I have writer's block, I struggle even harder to get out of it because I am too busy stressing about how I have a time limit.
“Alright, baby girl, I’ve got one more for you. You can take it, right?” Dante asks as he drags his semi-hard penis in and out of your pussy, each push in causing the eggs inside you to shift and move like baoding balls. Not that his question mattered much, as you were too cock-drunk to respond, and Dante would take your lack of refusal as a yes anyway. “Gooooood~” Dante growled, his natural baritone mixing with a demonic flair to make a sinister, yet hypnotic, tone.
Dante fully sheathed himself inside of you, pressing his pelvis against you as hard as he could without causing pain. You could hear his groaning or exertion and pleasure as he pushes his last egg out. You can feel it move through his cock like a snake swallowing a large meal. The lemon-sized egg slides past your already loose entrance easily. Your inner walls were too overworked to try to clench down on it, leaving you with just the sensation of a bulge in Dante’s cock sliding easily through. The only parts of you that put up any fight were your cervix, as if it fought first to keep it out, then, once it got in, tried to keep it inside despite the lack of room in your already stuffed womb.
You both groan together in a mix of satisfaction, relief, and a bit of discomfort.
“Good job, baby girl, you took those so well.” Dante praised as he ran his hands up and down your body, massaging your tired body while also caressing the swell of your belly. “You’re so beautiful like this, round with our future babies. But,” Dante reached over to the pair of panties bought for this moment in particular. They were simple black panties in shape, but with a long, thin dildo on the inside. Dante puts your feet through the holes and slides the panties up your legs. “We gotta keep them safe and snug though.” Dante pulled the panties all the way up, making sure to slide the dildo into your pussy where it nearly reached the entrance to your womb, blocking any possible escape. “We want as many of them to take, right?”
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I feel like it has been a while since I did a Dante-centric story. For this one, I wanted to do the breeding prompt but not do the usual rough marathon sex that I usually see with breeding kinks. Not that those aren’t good, I love them, but I just wanted to try something else.
• omorashi (aka arousal from having a full bladder or wetting yourself, or seeing others experience it),
• semi-public humiliation,
• pressuring someone to consume liquids (the kind isn’t specified so you can imagine alcohol or non-alcoholic drinks),
• three-way relationships between you and the boys so incest for some.
This date was set to be great. A fancy restaurant, a private room that looks out over the rest of the guests, endless food and drinks, and the two men you love the most in the world. And you know what, it WAS great, at least until you realized the long con the twins had been playing.
It was a fantastic date, despite the hot, sweltering night, the three of you chatting and flirting while sipping drinks and snacking on appetizers. Vergil even insisted that instead of single glasses, you all be brought jugs and bottles of your respective drinks to save time and avoid any concerns you may have with spending too much of his money on refills. So, the drinks flowed, the bottom of your glass never getting to feel air as it would be filled before it could. And the conversation was so good that you couldn’t pull yourself away.
If only you had noticed sooner that while Dante filled your glass again and Vergil called for your third large container, the twins were still on their first.
You watch as the server takes the empty container of your chosen drink from the table, only to place another. Your stomach tried to churn, but there was no room to. Thank yous were given, and the waiter left with a purposely distant look, as if instructed not to make eye contact with any of you.
The boys kept talking… what were they saying? You couldn’t focus on anything happening outside of your body. You needed to pee. The pressure of your full bladder makes it feel like your whole stomach is stuffed to the brink of bursting. And the only thing fighting against this suffocating pressure was your muscles. You were clenched down there, but it felt like your hole was being probed by the tip of something. It was a tease, a test, a ripple of sensation that implored you to let go and enjoy the release.
And with you focusing so much on that area, your mind would bring up other memories and sensations related to it.
“I’ll be back,” You say as you go to stand, but yet again you are stopped.
“Before you go,” Vergil began as he reached out to grab your arm and pulled you back down into your chair. “I wanted to thank you for your love and patience. I know Dante and I don’t always see eye to eye, but your unwavering love and commitment to us both mean the world to me.”
“Same here!” Dante stood, made his way behind your chair, and draped himself over you, leaning almost all his weight on you in a hug. “Sometimes we’re at each other's throats, literally, but you are always there to bring us back to our senses. You’re the glue that holds us together, and we want to thank you.” The tone of Dante’s last words was dark, and the smile Vergil was giving you grew more sinister as he slid his gloved hand to your lower abdomen and began pushing.
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I don’t know much about this kink, read a couple fics with it a while ago, so sorry if it doesn’t fit. I went off my own experiences.
Did anyone get the irony of what Vergil said? I thought I was being clever with that line. ^^;
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Dante, Nero, V x Reader: Free Use (Day 28, Kinktober 2025)
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Trigger Warnings: they have no interest in each other, but you are free-use (aka you have sex with any of the boys whenever they want), and they do sexual things in front of each other so incest for some
When the idea of you becoming Free-Use arose, there were varying reactions. Everyone came around to the idea, though and, after some growing pains, everyone is happier for it. It helps relieve the stress, especially around this time of year.
“God damn it!” Nero shouted as he burst into the main room of Devil May Cry with a hard kick to the door. “Matting season is such a bitch to deal with.” Nero was roughed up with scratches, tears, and dirt scattered around his body. any injuries he might have obtained were already healed, but his dishevelled state painted a clear picture of how rough his mission had been. V, who had been on the mission with him, was equally as messy, though in a different way.
“I’ll be having a quick shower,” was all V mumbled before walking off with the help of his cane. His scowling look made it clear that he did not want to discuss the goo covering his body that was meant to arouse and prepare a mating partner, though it wouldn't have worked on V the human anyway.
Despite this, Dante did not miss an opportunity to tease.
“Looks like you caught someone’s eye,” Dante joked. He chuckled when V shot him a glare.
You were only able to look at V for a moment as he passed by, heading towards the back of the building where the washroom was, due to your kneeling position in front of the couch. Dante's cock in your mouth also made it so you couldn't turn or raise your head all that much.. Maybe you could go check on him once you were done with Dante, who felt pretty close.
“Demons act so fucking weird this time of year, doing all sorts of stupid unpredictable shit.” Nero continued to grumble and curse as he made his way over to the couch where Dante was sitting. Nero honestly would also like a shower, but he understood that V deserved to use it first, considering his predicament. And so, Nero flopped onto the couch, arms crossed and legs spread.
Nero and Dante chatted with each other, sharing complaints and stories, while waiting for both you and V to finish your tasks. You, having a head start on yours, finish first, making Dante pause in his tale about fighting off the advances of a black widow-esc demoness to let out a groan of ecstasy as he shot hot strands of seed down your throat. You hold your position and swallow every drop you can. Once Dante mumbles a thank you, pats your head, then returns to telling his story, you know you’re done.
You pull off him and stand, still considering going to check on V, but then you notice that at some point Nero had undone his belt and opened his jeans to let his semi-hard penis stand open and waiting. You knew what you had to do.
When V returned to the main room, now clean, refreshed, and in a silky set of pyjamas, he found Nero and Dante still sharing stories and half-heartedly watching TV while you bounced on Nero's lap. You were facing away from Nero so that you could watch the TV yourself, though it was difficult to focus with Nero’s girthy cock stretching you open.
“Yo V,” Dante greeted with a casual wave. “Feeling better after your fling?”
V groaned in frustration as he walked over to the couch, purposely approaching it on Nero's side.
“I’d rather not think about it, thank you.” V stepped up to you.
“Come on, think of it as a compliment,” Dante said. “Despite being a human you have enough power and allure to attract horny demons.”
“I shall thank the beasts next time they accost me with their foul mating rituals,” V said sarcastically as he lifted his top a bit to make the growing tent in his pyjama pants evident. Unlike Nero, who expected you to service him, which was your duty as a free-use person, V preferred to let you know how aroused you made him and hint at his desire for your attention, but not demand it of you.
Thankfully for him, and everyone here, for this job, you were a dutiful, workaholic, overachiever.
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This was honestly an easy one for me. In my own little indulgent fantasy world, I am greedy. I’m loved and desired by all the fav characters at the same time, so this kind of scenario is typical for me, lol.
V x Reader: Hair Pulling – Animal Play (Day 27, Kinktober 2025)
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Trigger Warnings: hair pulling
After a long, stressful day, V lowered himself onto your large couch and called to you in a sweet, smooth voice.
“Come, kitten. I wish to sooth my soul by pampering you, my heart.” He held a hand out to you, beckoning you over. His tired smile shifted towards a please smirk when you rushed over right away while grabbing a brush along the way. “Such a well trained kitten, master is so proud.” V praised as you lay across his lap, stomach down.
V runs his hand over your body. When he passes over your head you felt a familiar cool sensation then the extra weight and maneuverability of cat-like ears magically appearing on your head in a colour matching your natural strands. As V strokes down your hair, you can feel more and more weight piling up as he temporarily elongates your locks just so he can brush them.
“There you go. What silky fur you have kitten. You’ve kept it clean and strong, well done.” V holds out his hand to you and you dutifully place the brush in it. He uses his free hand to pull your hair out from beside and around you so it could lay flat along your back. “Just relax and let master take care of you.”
V brushes your hair. He starts slowly at first, not wanting to hurt you by snaking tangles, then methodically to make sure he got every strand. The bristles of the brush were not rounded so, along with V’s light touch, they gave your scalp a spine-tingling scratch with each pass. His other hand alternating between playing with your ear, giving you skritches here and there, and caressing parts of your body. His voice washes over you, showering you with praise, adoration, and the occasional order.
You were his heart and his most wondrous kitten, but you could also be naughty. The way he was speaking to, and touching, you, causing a mix of pleasures, made heat rise in your body. Your meows got more breathy, almost moan like, and your body rolled down into him. Eventually you found just the right angle so you could grind one of your sensitive spots against V, but this was against the rules.
“Kitten!” V’s once gentle hand grabbed your elongated hair and yanked it so hard that your head reared up to avoid pain. “Naughty kitten.” V’s words were harsh, but his smile with sinfully wicked. “Do that again and master with have to punish you.” V releases your hair but keeps your head up by hooking a finger under your chin. “Will you be a good kitten for me?”
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This ended up being really short. I’m sorry about that, but I had work today then family dinner so I did not have a lot of free time. Hope you could still enjoy it.
Main DMC Boys in Lingerie x Reader (Day 26, Kinktober 2025)
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IMPORTANT NOTE: This story contains links to 18+ stores for visual reference only. I am in no way affiliated with, nor do I promote, these websites or their products. The lingerie is being worn by male models, so if you follow the links you will see lace-covered penises and bare butt cheeks. Viewer discretion is advised.
Dante
Sure, why not?
Dante has enjoyed countless women in lingerie, both in person and in magazines, so why not try some himself?
Honestly, he has never seen male lingerie past some lacy boxers that come paired with matching women's underwear, so when you start showing him all the options, he is kind of excited.
It will start with you sending him links and images of choices, and him saying he is down for anything you choose. But soon he will start sending you real feedback and info on pieces that he finds enticing.
He will tease you by suggesting he gets those cartoony underwear that make his dick look like an elephant trunk.
After some debating, you both agree on this set.
Dante has rocked chaps before, so he is comfortable with, and rather enjoys, the garters.
The stockings were a bit odd for him as he was used to either nothing or thick leather and denim. And when you two start getting hot and heavy, he found that they made his legs and feet slip and lack grip. They also rip pretty quickly.
The thong was okay, they sat on his hips well, but the wedgies weren’t so fun.
The highlight for you both was the way it framed his pecs.
Dante was quite proud of his chest, having worked particularly on them. He was also used to, and played along with, jokes about him having tits since his chest muscles happen to be the kind that bulge out rather than lie relatively flat.
Dante is playful and confident. If you ask to motorboat him, he will have a good laugh and then let you do it.
So the fact that this lingerie frames his pecs was a selling point for you both.
Expect him to both joke about giving you a boob job and blush cutely when you message one pec while sucking the other.
Reboot Dante
Dante is not a fan. Frilly, lacy shit just doesn't look good on him and his muscles, that’s what he thinks.
He is too rough for that stuff. He is more of a leather guy than a lace guy.
And that ends up being your ticket in.
You look through various leather getups, which tend to lean into the BDSM genre, but that wasn’t what you were looking for this time.
Dante also wasn’t much help, either shrugging at what you show him or outright rejecting it.
Finally, after months of looking in every sex shop in Limbo City, you find the perfect thing.
Dante actually likes it, thinks it’s cool. It reminds him of some graffiti art he’s seen.
He isn’t a fan of how exposed his ass was visually, but at least there was no hole in it for easy access. He does not consider your willingness to rip open a hole if the desire hits.
He didn’t think he would like how tight it would be, since he preferred loose jeans and boxers, if he wore underwear at all, but he found them pleasantly snug.
The cuffs were the main attraction, especially once you modified them so that they were tight around his arms and that measly thin loop was replaced with something more sturdy.
When he first saw them, he thought that it would be fun to always have his hands near his crotch; an excuse to stroke himself and pull your hair while you suck him off.
Again, he has miscalculated because the way his wrists were trapped at his side, he could not reach his front.
He was helpless when you tease him with your hands or your mouth as you suck his cock just a bit, but too slowly and not long enough. He wants to grab you and pull you closer, fuck your throat, or jerk off at least, but at most, he can only feel your hair with the tips of his fingers, unable to dig in and grab you.
He was far more at your mercy than he expected, and it was driving him fucking insane.
Vergil
Lingerie? No need, you are beautiful to Vergil as is.
What? For him? Impossible, lingerie is just those extortionately expensive undergarments women wear in Dante’s dirty magazines. That’s what Vergil tells you, at least.
You have quite a bit to teach him about the modern world.
He eventually agreed to try but claimed he had no interest in the topic and would leave it to you to choose. This indifference changes when you actually start looking through options.
“How gaudy.”
“No, I refuse to be restrained in any way.”
“What kind of contraption is that?”
“Hideous, simply atrocious.”
Vergil was very opinionated and unabashed about speaking them. Thankfully, it wasn’t just dismissals and negativity from him.
“The straps on this one are quite aesthetically pleasing.”
“Do you have any more delicate options?”
“I am partial to blue, but white could be interesting.”
“This batch of options you’ve given me is the best so far.”
After much research and countless feedback notes, Vergil finally accepted this ensemble.
Vergil took great care in making sure he was wearing the lingerie correctly, with every strap and frill in place and snug but not so tight that it squeezed him. And no, you may not help or see him until he is as perfect as possible.
If you do sneak a peek, you can catch him admiring himself in the mirror with a look of pride and confidence. Unfortunately, when he does reveal himself, his ever-present scowl returns, and he downplays his feelings and your praise.
He worked so hard to get into this outfit, he insists on keeping it on as long as possible.
And so, for the first half of the night, you are only able to touch and grind against each other.
This ends up being the night that you both find out how sensitive Vergil’s nipples are as they are rubbed against lace.
Reboot Vergil
There are 2 routes you can take in getting Vergil into some lingerie.
1. You can accost him while he is busy and whine aggressively until he snaps and throws a credit card at you, giving you free rein to buy whatever. The catch to this is that it may be a struggle to get him to actually wear what you bought, especially since he will be a bit upset at you for your childish antics.
Or 2. You can bring up the idea in a calm, private moment so he can consider your request. He’ll ask you a few questions, like since when and why you want this, and will want time to think it over. He will come around to the idea and agree eventually, though only as a once-off.
Even though Vergil plans this to be a one-time thing, he is insistent on getting a high-quality product that fits his exact measurements.
He makes sure to get himself measured first, then gives the lingerie designer the measurements through pseudonyms so as not to leave any trace that could lead back to him.
It takes a long time for you two to pick something, especially with how busy he is and getting lingerie is low on his to-do list, but eventually one is chosen, with some personal adjustments of course. Said adjustments consisted of simply a colour change to a deep blue.
His main attraction to this design was the bottom half, as he had always admired garters and garter belts.
He was unsure of the cupless bra, seeing as he did not have breasts, and he has heard women bemoan the discomfort of them. But you insisted on some sort of bra-like item and something not touching his nipples were preferable.
He ends up actually enjoying the bra along with the various straps. He felt like the softer parts of his body were lifted and supported.
He wanted to stand and sit a little taller. He wanted to stretch. But most of all, he wanted you to look at him.
And, though he did not understand why, it made those parts feel more sensitive when you touch them.
Nero
Nero was not all that interested.
If you beg and pout and give him some extra special attention, he will let you dress him up in whatever stupid frilly outfit you want as long as you promise not to tell anyone or record it in any way.
He will bitch and grumble and attempt to strip off the lingerie as soon as he can by rushing through foreplay, though.
He doesn’t like the look or feeling of lace or frills or straps on his skin. And, though he won't admit it, the idea of wearing something girly hurt his still fragile pride.
There is only one piece that you put him in that he is not only willing to not rush out of but even asks to wear it again, and that is this little number.
He would still rather be naked, and he didn’t even want to think about what his ass looked like in it, but it wasn’t frilly, gaudy, or too weird.
The reason he liked it most, though, was how you used it.
When you show your dominant side, he is putty in your hands, and that one piece acts like a big handle, allowing you to pull him around as you please.
Whether you were yanking him up so your lips could meet his, pulling him back so you could nip at his ear, or leading him to the next place you wanted to screw him, he was glad to be wearing this thing so you could take him however you want.
V
“Oh my, you wish to dress me up? But of course, my love; I am your canvas.”
V was a romantic and easy-going person, willing to try most anything. He had been gifted with a longer life than intended, and he wanted to experience all of the joys it could offer.
He would try on whatever you wished, patiently changing in and out of all sorts of lingerie types, and identifying what you both liked on him.
V liked full body sets, ones that travel from his chest to the tips of his toes.
He was practical, though and knew that whatever was chosen had to have an open, or openable, crotch so as not to risk wrecking the most likely expensive clothes.
In the end, this was the winner, the one that incorporated as many of his desired elements while also being visually appealing to you both.
He was a bit of a tease, though, letting you shop around and buying the lingerie together, but refusing to wear it. He wanted to save it for a special occasion, which made every event following nerve-racking, as you never knew when you would get to fully experience your love dressed up for you.
Eventually, the time came, and V was beautiful. He always had an androgynous air to him, and his suit accentuated that.
If you ask, he will let you photograph him wearing the lingerie. He will pose for you and let you take as many as you wish. All he asks in return is for you to give him a chance to capture your enchanting beauty while wearing lingerie on film one day.
V enjoys how you two were separated, but not by much. It was tantalizing feelings your hands glided over his body, moments of warmth and skin-to-skin contact, but only between the delicate strings encasing him.
It was such a delicious feeling that he found himself rubbing every part of his covered body against you, from his chest to his thighs and his feet.
It was a show and an experience at once, and V wanted you both to enjoy it for as long as possible.
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Kind of like with the ‘sissification’ prompt, when I saw the ‘lingerie’ prompt, I got ideas for all of the boys. This time, though, I decided to go with this format, which fans of my other works will recognize.
Reboot Vergil x Reader: Impact Play – Pillory/Stocks (Day 25, Kinktober 2025)
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Trigger Warnings: noncon impact play (hitting) and restraints
Jesus christ, what a hard year it has been. The world woke up to demons’ control over them, and everything went crazy. Criminal syndicates, gangs, and newly created resistance groups started fighting for power while also fighting the demons. Dante, Kat, and you had to do a lot of work to calm everyone down. And just as things were starting to settle, Vergil showed up with a demon army and threw everything into chaos again!
It took all you and your friends had, but you managed to take down Vergil and capture him. Now he was in your care. Since you had been Vergil’s lover before the fallout, Dante and Kat assumed you had the best chance of snapping Vergil out of this demonic rage and back to his senses. They probably thought you were going to cry and beg, maybe talk about the good times and proclaim your undying love or some shit. But no, you and he have always had a special way of working out your differences.
“Release me, NOW!” Vergil orders, but it had no sway over you. And deep down, Vergil knew this too. He couldn’t even fight his way out due to the magic paint covering the specially made pillory that you had made, with the help of Kat. That damn concoction was made to stop Vergil from unintentionally breaking free during passionate moments. Now his imprisonment was not so alluring.
“Why? So you can run off and make an ass of yourself again?” You stroked the tassels of your galley whip, desperately fighting back the desire to start the flogging purely out of frustration and spite.
“Me? You’re the one that betrayed- AGH!” Vergil wasn’t even able to finish his stupid statement before the whip snapped against his exposed back harder than you have ever done before.
You’ve lost what little patience you had.
“Betrayed? Betrayed!?” The crack of the whip pierces the sound of your screaming voice. “You’re the one who hid your real plans from everyone.” Vergil’s hisses, groans, and moans of pain did not. “You’re so fucking smart, yet you didn’t think to explain your plans to “protect” humans?” At least your own shouting gave Vergil a moment to breathe and for his healing powers to regenerate whatever damage you were doing due to being so blind with rage that you weren’t watching what part of the whip and his body was connecting. “Nooo, let's spring it on people when they are basking in newfound freedom, then immediately get defensive when people are confused and upset!”
With each hit, Vergil’s body reacted, jolting and struggling against the pillory for a moment. He cursed and tried to get a word in at first, but his attempts faded quickly. It was about 10 hits in that he stopped struggling and instead held still, taking the brunt of the hit. It was another 5 before you noticed the drool dripping from his lips and exposed cock. And a few more after, you knew you had successfully ‘snapped some sense into him’.
“M-maaaaaster~”
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I love how I gave Dante some TLC, but I beat the heck out of Vergil. I, like many others, was very frustrated with Vergil at the end of DmC, and this is how I’m getting it out of my system.
Also, did y'all know there is a difference between a pillory and stocks? I didn’t. I learned today! :0
Pillories are the ones where the person is forced to bend over or bend their necks, and the restraints go around their neck and wrists. Stocks actually make the person sit or lie down awkwardly because the restraints are around their ankles. Some also restrict your arms. Up until now, I honestly thought pillory and stocks were different words for the same thing.
Reboot Dante x Male Reader: Anal Sex (Day 24, Kinktober 2025)
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Trigger Warnings: N/A
The alarm on the side table burst to life, and Dante slammed it off. He grumbles and swears as he pulls the blanket up more and snuggles back into you and your arms. You were warm and solid with a steady heartbeat and snug embrace. This was a comfort Dante hadn’t experienced before you, and frankly, it was making him a lazy-ass. He just wanted to stay here like this all day, every day. Unfortunately, you were a bit more practical.
“Come on, Dante, we gotta get up.” You say and begin to pull your arms away, but Dante grabs them and pulls them back like he had done with the blanket.
“Fuck that, I’m tired,” Dante mumbled, keeping his eyes closed as an extra way to defiantly deny the morning and the responsibilities that came with it.
“I am too, but we’ve got an early meeting today, so come on.”
The kiss you planted on the back of Dante’s neck made him shiver and a jolt of energy go threw him, and Dante knew you did it for that reason. Dante wasn’t going to take this lying down, though; he would take it up the ass.
“Too tired. Maybe if I had some more…” Dante flipped onto his stomach and raised his butt a bit. “prodding, to kick start my day.” The sound of you bursting into laughter made Dante’s chest squeeze in the strangest of ways. He felt proud, amused, and giddy. Damn it, you made him feel like some chick in a romcom. So stupid, he couldn’t help but smile too.
“Real subtle, real smooth.” You tease as you position yourself behind Dante and give his ass a playful smack. You then rub his hole with your thumb, probing it a little to test. “How are you feeling?”
“Mmm,” Dante hummed in thought as he pushed back against your thumb. “Still loose but a bit dry.”
“Right, got it.” You keep playing with his asshole with one hand while the other digs through the sheets trying to find the bottle of lube you had used last night. “Damn it, where did it go?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Dante brushes off, reaching out to grab your hand and attempting to lead it to his body.
“I know it's hard, but be patient, baby.” You say, leaning down so you can place a kiss on his knuckles. You then whisper, “I don’t want to hurt you,” before returning to your search.
The clenching in Dante’s chest returns, and again he thinks, “I wish I could stay here all day, every day”.
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I have been feeling cute and fluffy lately. I know this is not what everyone thinks when picturing Reboot Dante, but my boi needs some TLC.
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V x Female Reader: Praise Kink (Day 23, Kinktober 2025)
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Trigger Warnings: N/A
Your day had been hell. You had woken up far too early because your little one decided to kick and move like they wanted to burst out of you. Everything you tried to eat you puked back up. You trudged out into the pouring rain to pick up a preorder you made, only to find out that there was a “mistake” and the store had sold your copy. But they wouldn’t let you have a copy off the shelf, no, no, no. You either had to wait for the second shipment or request a refund and wait 3-5 business days for your money back. And on your way home, you were caught in a demon attack. Thankfully, Nero, with his mobile branching of Devil May Cry, had already been tracking the demon, so you and your baby were not hurt, just covered in dirt and demon blood. But you could have been, and by god did Nero let you know.
“Are you stupid? What are you doing out here all alone while being pregnant? What if I wasn’t around? You should have waited for V to come home from his mission. You didn’t need to pick up your thing the day it came out.” He ranted at you as he walked you home. He did it out of care, but your current mental state was not strong enough to keep that in mind and take them as painful jabs. And when you reached home, where V had arrived an hour before, Nero ranted at V about you, as if he were a teacher telling a parent about how their child misbehaved.
Finally, Nero left and quiet settled in. Your head was hung so you couldn’t see V’s reaction. Instead, you were left to hear and feel it instead.
“Darling~” He said in that deep, hypnotic tone as he stepped forward to caress your head and back, not caring that doing so was making his hand dirty. “How are you? Would you like a bath? Something to drink and eat?” His voice was slow and calm, and he was patient as he waited for you to answer.
“Bath,” felt like the only word you could say without bursting into tears from stress and exhaustion.
“Of course.”
V led you to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. He did not simply leave you after, though. Instead, he stayed to help. He stripped off his accessories and top, leaving just his pants, so you could see his lean body decorated with the swirling lines of his tattoos that made up his demon contracts. He then stripped you, lovingly, respectfully. Bit by bit, he revealed your skin, then washed away all the filth and cold rainwater. As he worked, he spoke to you.
“You did so well today, venturing out and doing what must be done despite how fatigued you must be. And you kept our child safe. What an amazing mother you are.”
As your frown disappeared and your body relaxed, V shifts his goal. His words were sweet, and your body was clean. Now he would offer spicy words and make your body dirty.
It started innocently enough.
“Your body has been through so much. Let me hold you. Let me take the weight off you as much as I can.” V said as he cupped the bottom of your inflated stomach and lifted it just a bit to ease the strain. The warm shower water flowed over you both, easing your muscles and making your bodies slide together smoothly. “Your body has been changing, but you have stayed so strong throughout.” His other hand glided up to ease the weight on another part of your body, one of your breasts. “I couldn’t dream of a more perfect woman. I can’t help but fall more and more in love with you each time I see you carrying our child.” He rubs and massages both areas. “So beautiful, elegant, and sexy all at once.” The hand under your stomach reached its pinky out to tease your core. “I will forever remember that night. You were amazing. The sounds spilling from your lips as I worshipped your body set my soul aflame.” He starts kissing your neck. His wet hair sticks to your skin like slick tendrils. “Every move you made seemed so perfect and calculated, like you were an actress knowing how to please your millions of fans. Yet that was just your instinct. You’re a natural in so many ways, talented without even trying.” V’s hand leaves your stomach to fulling cup your core, two of his fingers slipping between your folds. “At times, I feel unworthy to hold someone as amazing as you, let alone have you carry our child. I am blessed and could not thank you enough, my love.” The tips of his fingers prob your entrance while his palm massages your bud. “May I do the honours of repaying you with my body?”
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This isn’t usually how praise kink goes, but I like it. Hope there’s not too much of a disconnect between the depressing beginning and the sexy ending.
Dante x Reader: Quiet Sex – Gunplay (Day 22, Kinktober 2025)
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Trigger Warnings: gunplay, dubious consent
It was late at night, and you were testing alone, as ordered by the captain to keep the reputation of the Holy Knights. They were supposed to only use swords, the sacred weapon used by their saviour, Sparda. In the shadows, though, a sparse few members used firearms, the ones that had the gall to break the rules, but with enough skill that their transgressions were an acceptable sacrifice. Still, the higher-ups forced you to train outside of the Holy Knight training grounds, as well as to procure and modify your own weapons. So here you were late at night in your own family’s backyard, testing the weight and feel of a couple of guns you had just finished modifying.
It was a quiet, clear, and peaceful night. Your family were all asleep, so you were only testing weight and maneuverability, and the backyard had high, thick stone fences around it. This made it all the more suspicious when you heard the shuffling of something else. The couple of people who did have access to the yard knew to call out or risk getting shot, but this person was trying to sneak around.
You get into a ready stance, pointing your revolver at a cheap paper target on the far wall, but not firing, just listening.
The sound of crunching dirt. You whirl around and aim at the head.
“Whoa, now, usually I get to say at least one quip before being threatened.” Says a man dressed in black and red. His voice is hushed. His hair is silky white, which shines in the low light. His hands are up in a submissive position, yet he is smiling, flashing his teeth.
You cock your gun.
The man’s smile widens.
“One of few words, I get it.” In a flash, the man whipped out a pistol. Because of how close you two were, your arms are crossed. You could feel his arm against yours, the curves of his muscles, the thin white hairs, and an almost unnatural heat. “Let’s skip right to the action.”
You knock his arm out of the way with your own and move back.
If you fire your gun, the sound would wake your family. They would turn the lights on and maybe call out to you to stop making noise. They would also unwittingly give this intruder an easy target.
You start moving, dodging, and slipping behind cover, theoretically making it harder for the man to get a good aim at you.
He did not fire pointless shots, nor did he aim at you all that much. Instead, he gave chase. He grabbed and grappled you with his free hand while pointing his pistol at you when he could, but you always slipped away, sometimes just with movements and over time with a physical blow. When you hit him hard, the resulting sound of discomfort and pain was purposely hushed. After a few of these, you noticed that he didn’t even have a finger on the trigger.
Finally, you made a false move, stumbling just enough for the man to grab the wrist of the hand holding your revolver, spin you around, and pull you to his chest with your arm pinned behind your back. Your only escape route, moving to the side, was closed when he pressed his pistol into one of your temples.
With this break in the action, you notice how heavy you were both breathing. The man’s face was a bit flushed. His grin was wide, and his eyes shone with wild exhilaration and satisfaction. His pulse was rapid, and his body was so hot that you could see little waves of steam fly off him and into the cool night air. You could also feel something pressing against your stomach, though he did not take advantage of your position to satisfy that part of him. Instead, after a few seconds of simply looking down at you, he moves his gun.
The muzzle of his pistol slides along your skin, never losing contact as it moves down the side of your head, over your jaw, down your neck, across your collarbone, and back up the way it came. The metal was cool on your skin, but the danger of it left a hot trail. You try to stay tight-lipped, especially when he presses and grinds the muzzle against your cheek, and that makes him chuckle.
He then lightens the touch so the gun was barely tickling your skin. He glides it along your lips, making them tingle in a way you have never felt before. Unconsciously, your lips fall open to take a breath. The man takes the opportunity to push the muzzle between your lips and straight into your mouth. With how large it was, your jaw was stretched to an almost painful degree. All you could feel and taste was tangy metal and a bit of gunpowder. You couldn’t talk, not coherently at least. You are trapped there, your heart pounding in fear and something… else.
“You’re quite the slippery fox.” The man said, his volume again low. This time, though, it wasn’t simply hushed like he was trying to avoid detection. It was more a gruff, intimate droll meant for only you to hear. “And quite the catch, too.”
The man began to pull the pistol out of your mouth, only to slowly push it back in. Then he did it again. And again. Your tongue tried to fight off the invading item, but it wasn’t strong enough, and neither was your mind, as you unconsciously started dragging your tongue along the shaft.
The man's breath grew heavier.
Your breaths began to sound like moans.
The pressure against your stomach grew.
One of the windows of your family home lights up. But the time you processed that, the man and his pistol were gone.
“Too bad, foxy, but looks like time is up.” Came the voice of the man. It takes you a moment to realize that somehow, he had made it all the way up into the stone wall around your home. “I had fun playing with you, though. Same time tomorrow?” He gave you a wink, then jumped backwards before you could answer and disappeared behind the wall.
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I will admit that my adherence to the prompts is a stretch, but honestly, the farther I get into this, the less I care. I wrote something hot that I like, and this is all for fun, so I am happy with myself.
Lucia x Reader: Monsterfucking (Day 21, Kinktober 2025)
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Trigger Warnings: monster fucking
Lucia’s demon form visually may remind you of an angel or dove, but she isn’t as soft and fluffy as you think.
Her layer of feathers is thin in most parts, and the ones that flair out along her arms have very hard bits so she can use them as projectiles. She can thankfully keep those in, though, so very little risk of getting hurt. I say very little because when he gets that… intense feeling, she may shoot out a feather or two from her arm uncontrollably. Call it a unique kind of squirting, if you will.
You can play with the feathers that go around her hips and over her head, though, as they are soft and flexible to allow her full maneuverability for fights. In fact, you SHOULD play with them, especially the ones on her head. Those things are embedded in her, so when you run your fingers through them, play with them, or tug on them, she can feel it deep.
The feathers that make what looks like a wide, standing collar are hard to protect her neck from enemies, so sadly, no love bites or kinky breath control.
The little wing-like fluffs on her shoulders look like they would make decent handlebars, but they are bendy, so they're more like leashes.
The feathers on her chest are also rather stiff, but you can wiggle your fingers in here and find some rather swollen nipples.
What skin can you touch is smooth, like sculpted clay, with distinct ridges in it. It is satisfying to run your hands along it. And if she happened to get some liquid on her face, it would slide along those grooves.
She has no mouth, but she can speak and feel you when you kiss her where her lips should be. It is especially warm there.
Her eyes glow with demonic power, and though her enemies will see them as cold and observant, for you, they are turquoise jewels that look at you like you’re the true gem.
Her wings start in the middle of her back, unlike most wings that start around the shoulders, so you can easily bend over her and whisper in her ear. Or you can make her squeal by nipping at the tips of her now long, pointed ears.
Her fingers are long and pointed, but not clawed, so they are safe to explore all your dark and damp places, reaching further than any human finger could.
Her feet, however, are avian with sharp claws, so be careful around them. They can be utilized, though, for clamping down on things for either stability or restraint.
Her demonic magic is mainly concentrated around her hands, so if you want a little jolt, or either of you wants to introduce some knife play, that’s where it comes from.
And with The Amulet, she can harness the power of devil hearts. This gives her access to frosty, fiery, and electric touches, along with other abilities that you two could utilize, like flying and time slowdown.
Even without The Amulet, though, Lucia is much faster in her DT, so if she is fingering you, or bouncing on your lap, prepare for a whirlwind of unrelenting sensations that will leave you unable to respond.
She has a featherless path going from her neck all the way down to her crotch, and if you take the time to run your finger down it, she will be left a shuddering, panting mess. And if you trace the path with your tongue? Well then, she will have already come before you got a chance to open up her slit.
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For those that don’t know, a while back I did this long writing exercise where I wrote about how you would get down and dirty with the DMC boys while they were in their demon forms (click here if you want to read that), and there were a lot! 15 to be exact, and I got burnt out by the end. Then, a few days after posting it, I realized I forgot Lucia and her DT. I even mentioned her in one of my author notes, but forgot to write a part for her! I considered going back and adding it, but I worried it would be weird to drop an extra chapter like a week later with the only female character with nothing but a “whoops, forgot, lol”. It has bothered me ever since, so today I rectified my mistake. That is why this is formatted and written differently; it was made to match those works.
Reboot Dante x Male Reader: Golden Shower – Dubcon (Day 20, Kinktober 2025)
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Trigger Warnings: golden shower (aka pee stuff), dubious consent
“Fuck man, stop,” Dante complained as he stumbled after you. You had your hand around his wrist and were leading him back to his trailer. Your strides were long and quick. His stumbles were more like limps that barely stopped his face from meeting the wooden dock you walked on. “Look, I’m sorry. I just feel like shit after that last fight, and waiting for you got boring. I was just talking to them, I wasn’t gonna fuck them or anything.” He defended himself. He was being honest, but that didn’t stop your march forward or your suffocating grip on his arm.
You successfully drag him into his trailer and slam the door closed behind you with enough force to hear something snap. It didn’t matter right now, though, to either of you.
“Strip.” You order.
Dante freezes for a moment in confusion, then his lips twist up into a smirk.
“Ah, you wanna do that sexy punishment thing again? Make me as yours and all that? Sure, I’m down.” Dante shrugged, trying to act nonchalant despite the blood rushing down his body. He takes his time removing his clothes. They may be dirty and dishevelled from the recent fight and the general way he carries himself, as was his body, but he knew how sexy he was and was more than happy to striptease his boyfriend. “That's what you want, baby?” Dante asks as he finishes.
His head gets bigger at how you react to his little show and that you dart forward to grab his bicep and kiss him. Dante melts into it, his sore and tired muscles happy to lean its weight on you. He got so comfortable that it was easy for you to open the shitty little trailer shower and throw him inside it.
“Fuck!” Dante shouts as his knees hit the bottom of the shower and his palms slam against the wall. “The hell, man?” Dante, once getting his bearings, turns himself around and sees your cock now out. “Hu? You want me to blow you off or some…thing…? ……………. WAIT-”
Dante’s attempt to get up was halted when the warm stream of piss shot out, and he instinctively lifted an arm to block it. His eyes closed, and he turned his head so even the splatters of liquid could hit the side of his head rather than his face. He wanted to shout, curse, fight back, but if he did that, he might get piss in his eyes and mouth, so all he did was tense up, bracing himself against that rather light and steady warm stream.
It didn’t matter, though, because you grab his wrist again and wrench his arms up and out of the way. Dante probably could have lifted his other arm off the cold shower floor and used that to block, but his tense body wouldn’t budge.
It ran down his face and body in little streams, the liquid dipping into every curve and contour it could. It was… warm, the temperature alone soothes his muscles. Because his mouth was clamped together like his life depended on it, Dante was forced to breathe through his nose, taking in the scent. It smelt so… light actually. His always smelt so pungent because of all the alcohol, and pretty much nothing else, he drank. Yours, though, had the faintest of scents, one that wasn’t pleasant but not horrendous.
Finally, the stream, which was actually only a handful of seconds, ended. Dante was left there, on his knees, covered in your scent and drying up liquids that were becoming sticky. Your respective panting breaths and the sound of your piss sliding into the shower drain filled the room. Droplets still clung to Dante’s hair, dripping in front of or down his face. And when a couple compiled into a rivulet that rolled down the bridge of his nose, then to his cheeks, and continued towards his lips, a thought flashed in Dante’s mind.
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Welp, I have done it. Here you go. I don't know, I am kind of into this? It's one of those things that I'll get into for a week or two, then move on. I like how this turned out, though, so I'm happy.
Dante & Vergil x Reader: Creampie (Day 19, Kinktober 2025)
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Trigger Warnings: incest for some because it’s a three-way
Vergil was close, you could feel it. He always sped up and started hissing as he breathed like a snake. You couldn’t really make a comment on it, though, since Dante was plunging his tongue into your mouth, slurping up every gasp, moan, and drop of saliva like a man dying of thirst. You weren't even in a good position to push Dante away as your chests were pressed together and his arms were wrapped around you, holding yours down. Your ass was propped up in the air by Vergil, who was gripping your hips with surprising gentleness despite his immense strength.
You were trapped, unable to cry out in ecstasy or escape the rush of hot seed spilling into you to join the others. You were able to straighten and tense your legs, though, since Vergil, lost in his climax, had lifted your hips higher to the point that your knees could not reach the bed, so he had a better angle to bury himself as deep as possible. It wasn’t until Vergil’s muscles relaxed and you were lowered that Dante pulled back to let out a laugh, one low and rumbling from adrenaline and a bit of fatigue.
“Fuck, that was good, baby. You okay?” He asked you. When you could only nod, he knew you were well and thoroughly fucked out. “Good.” He gave you another kiss, this one sweet and gentle.
After, as you nuzzled him and let your breath even out, you could feel Vergil start to massage your hips and back, a silent and subtle apology for having been a bit rough with you. For a little bit, the room and you three were at peace, simply enjoying the afterglow.
As usual, it was Dante who broke that.
“You took quite a bit today, baby. You must be filled to the brim, and you know I like a little spilt milk.” Dante gave you a mischievous grin before turning to Vergil. “Hey,” Dante nudged Vergil with his foot, who huffed in annoyance and pushed the appendage away. “Lift them up for me, will ya?” He asked. And before Vergil could snap back at him, he added, “Unless you’re too tired and weak after that.”
“Foolish.” Vergil spat and, with an air of superiority, before wrapping an arm around you. With his hand on your chest, he pulled you up to lean against him, then he hooked either arm under your legs and lifted you. Dante’s smile grew.
“Ya, now that’s what I am talking about.” Dante sat up and placed one hand on your lower stomach. His other hand spread you just a bit more so he could get a direct line of sight to your red, stretched hole. “Come on baby, let me see you dripping for us. I know you can do it.” Dante said, even ‘helping’ you by putting pressure on your abdomen.
With how tired you were, your muscles didn’t have the strength to hold it in forever, so eventually that sticky cream came oozing out. It started with a bead of milky white before a good push from Dante made you squirt out a bit and start a real flow.
“You took so much dear, well done.” Vergil comments, giving your left temple a kiss.
“It’s so hot, baby.” Dante breathed, leaning back a bit to stroke his hardening cock. “Makes me want to fill you up all over again.”
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God dammit, I keep writing Vergil! lol He is just such a good foil to Dante.
Also, Dante’s line “You okay?” is a direct line stemming from a game, and I am, for some reason, proud of this. I shall marvel at myself because it is too stupid that no one else should care.
I leaned into a more gross/raunchy side with this one. Hope it didn’t turn too many of you off. ^^;
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Sparda x Fem Reader: Dom/Sub (Day 18, Kinktober 2025)
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Trigger Warnings: Aggressive intercourse
“Is that… could it be… Lord Sparta!” Came the shocked but excited scratchy squeeze of a demon. The tone and vocabulary this demon spoke with were enough to tell Sparda that he did not need to fight today. This demon would most likely leave if asked or hide so as not to frighten the humans. “So it is true, you have become the lord of this land to the humans here.” The demon was small and impish. Sparda recognized its species as one that spent its life hiding and peacefully eating natural things like bark off trees. It crawled out from under a tree it was hiding under to marvel at the great demon lord who sealed the tyrannical king away.
“Indeed, I am,” Sparda said as he sheathed his sword and pulled in his wings to appear less threatening. He knew he was more likely to pursue the few rational demons if he appeared less intimidating. “At least for the time being. There is a large concentration of ferial demons and those still loyal to Mundus on this island. I safeguard the humans here, so I suggest you either stay hidden or return to the Underworld.”
“Of course, Lord Sparda, I don’t want to bother anyone. In fact, I have found the most wonderful of burrows with delicious moss growing all around. I’ve been here ever since you started sealing off the gateways between the human world and our world. It is wonderful.” The demon explained.
“Good, as long as you stay this course, then I see no need to banish you. But know that if you harm innocent humans without due cause, blood will be shed.”
The demon shuddered in fear and hunched over to show submission.
“Yes, Lord Sparda. I understand.” There was then a beat of silence, tense and odd, before the demon spoke again. “If I may ask, Lord Sparda, why do you care for the humans? They are so fragile and weak, you could conquer this world easily.” Sparda’s eyes focused and bore down on the small demon, letting him know that any talk of hurting humans is a punishable offence. “I mean, not to wipe them out! But to help them, you see. Humans are not very smart; they create odd rules and hurt each other for profit. If you were in charge, you could put them right. From what I have heard, some already treat you like a god and worship you, so why not take advantage of that?”
“Because I have no desire to rule over anyone, that is one of the reasons I do not intend to stay here. I strive not for control over their hearts and minds. I wish to protect them so that their heart and minds may flourish with kindness and progress, no matter the spattering of scum that exists. Besides, I dare say that not all humans are as fragile and weak as you believe.”
“Look at me.” You order as you grab a fistful of the white locks of his human form and pull them. The pain of his scalp adds to the pleasure of you bouncing on his lap, making a moan rise up in his breathless chest, but he is able to hold back the instinct. He does as you requested and looks at you; his pale blue eyes struggling to stay open and not tear up. “That’s it, good boy. God, you're so hot.” You slam down on him in one brutal thrust, making you moan with no filter or attempt to stay quiet. “And so biiiig…”
“Dear I-” Sparda barely pants out before you return to your bouncing. It was savage how hard you slammed down on him, the sound of slapping skin filling the room and making it hard for Sparda to hear his own thoughts. And if he looks down at where you are connected, it would be a blur of glistening flesh and combined juices spread around and making temporary stands of liquid connecting you two, even when you lift your hips. “Are you not tired? Sore?” His words were choked, and his hands gripping the cloth below him had to open, dig further in, and grip again because he kept ripping apart layers.
“No, and yes.” You answer. “But you told me you wanted to have kids, and I’m going to make that happen. Now,” You pull his hair again, making him raise his chin and expose his throat where you have already left a couple of marks. You lean in to leave another. “Stop holding back that voice. Moan louder, the neighbours haven’t heard you yet.”
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I fear I gave the reader insert too much of a character, but oh well, I feel like it has to be this way since I really wanted to make you the dom.
Dom/sub seemed so simple, so I tried to think of stories for the other 2 prompts (size queen and genital torture), but I wasn’t really feeling them. Fun fact, the beginning part was written with the genital torture prompt in mind, but I barely got into the torture and was having a miserable time, so gave up. I am much happier with this direction. Even if it is a bit simple, I hope you liked it!
Reboot Vergil x Reader: Service Kink (Day 17, Kinktober 2025)
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Trigger Warnings: N/A
“Alright, dear, I am ready when you are,” Vergil said as he approached you and the chair you were in from behind and rested his hands on your shoulders, massaging them a bit to ease any tension. “Remember, this is supposed to be a therapeutic thing for both of us, so do not worry about needing to keep the conversation. Just relax~” Vergil lifted your chin so he could lean down to give your lips a chaste kiss before getting to work.
He gently ran his fingers over your eyes, signalling for them to close, which you do. Bereft of sight, now you must listen, feel, and sense Vergil as he moved around your chair and knelt in front of you. You could barely hear him pulling his little cart of products and utensils closer over the sound of the little backyard fountain your chair had been placed beside. As Vergil dug through his things, your mind unconsciously starts wandering to your other sensations, like the warmth of the spring on your skin, yet thankfully not the direct sun. You could feel the cushions of the outdoor lounge chair under you, especially on your thighs, as it had been requested of you to wear the shortest pair of shorts you could buy. The air was crisp and clean as it had rained last night.
Then there was a click of a remote, and gentle ambient nature sounds started floating through the air. You could hear Vergil puff out a primed breath, signally that this was truly about to begin.
It started with shaving cream, a silky, luxurious kind that smelt of lavender and honey. Vergil sprayed some onto his hand, letting you hear the satisfying hiss of the can, then rubbed his hands together to warm it up a bit before it touched your skin. He applied the cream in long strokes down your legs, going over each inch one, two, three, and even four times just so he could caress your thighs and calves. His hands glide over your skin, leaving a cool, but not cold, sensation.
Then came the blade. It was a proper shaving razor with guards and a handle, though of higher quality with a Brazilian Walnut base and razors that must be manually changed. It was as safe as could be… and yet that rush of danger was still there. Every time the razor caught a hair in just the right way to pull your skin a bit, whenever you could feel the metal of the blade, and when Vergil pressed the razor into your skin a bit harder than before, a jolt of adrenaline shot through you. Your body wanted to flinch, but your mind fought against the instinct out of concern that a sudden movement could spell disaster. So instead, you gripped the seat of your chair and your feet flexed and rotated, toes curling and uncurling arrhythmically. It was a tense few minutes as Vergil took his time, meticulously going over every inch of your legs to make sure you were clear of all hair. And in between each swipe was the splashing of water as Vergil cleaned the blade in the little fountain, which made the razor colder.
Finally, though, the tension was released. Vergil finished shaving your legs and moved on to whipping them clean with a warm cloth. After all the stress and close contact, you were left with a hot face and heavy breath. Your body could finally relax back into your chair, and your head lulled to the side.
You heard Vergil chuckle softly, apparently amused by how worked up you had gotten.
“Well done, dear, I’m proud of you.” Vergil pets your legs, dropping a couple of kisses along your legs. He then grabs a bottle of lotion, this one scented with lily of the valley. “Have a rest while I message this in. Then I’ll need you to pull down those shorts so I can begin the next area.”
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Again, I tried something a bit different this time, focusing more on sensations rather than raw fucking and dirty words. I feel like it would have worked better if it had been drawn out more, but also, I fear it would have gotten boring.