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mannequinreligi0n · 7 days

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Metamorphosis

A bite from a lycan provides a fate worse than death for Chris.

WC: 588

WARNINGS: none really, just really grim lol

NOTES: head full of lycan!chris thoughts and hcs, so this might develop into a multi-part thing, but who knowsss. also tumblr ruined the format, so check this out on AO3, if you’d rather read there.

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Crawling. Itching.

Skin too tight.

Too tight.

Stretching, bending, breaking.

Burning - flames everywhere.

Wildfire runs through veins, scorching every fiber and nerve.

Chris writhed in pain, diving head-first into a tree trunk, grasping at the bark for support. The bite to his shoulder throbbed relentlessly, surging pain and venom throughout his cells. A flashbang of memories sparked through Chris’ brain: soldiers falling, gunfire, yellowed teeth and mirages of hair —

No.

Not teeth. Not hair.

The teeth were fangs, the hair was fur.

Pain. So much pain.

Pain in the eyes of dying commandos, in the wails of fleeing villagers, and in the ache of Chris’ body.

It’s too much.

“Get out! Get out! Get OUT GETOUTGETOUTGETOUT!!!”

Blood starts to weep down his brow as he slams his head again and again and again into the tree, trying so hard to shut off the reruns of violence from yesterday. Everyone was dead, everything was for nothing. It’s all his fault. It’s ALWAYS his fault. Why did he take this job? Why did he care so, so much for other people? Why was this —

His train of thought breaks from another eruption of pain. Chris drops to his knees and claws at his clothes.

It’s too hot, they’re too tight.

The clothing reverts to its natural state of mere threads as he tears them from his body, happily accepting the bite of the cold on fevered skin. He flops forward into the snow, staining the innocent white with the shameful red oozing from his shoulder. Chris, weak from blood-loss and guilt, allows his eyes to shutter. He’s dying and he knows it. ‘Finally….no…more…’, he thinks, letting the wave of black take over.

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C R A C K.

With a bellowed scream, Chris’s eyes shoot open and he thrashes his limbs, spine contorting every which way. A hand comes up to wipe blood from his vision, a shriek of fear escaping him soon after.

‘My hands…..what?……how-“

Claws replaced nails on fingers far too long to be human; tufts of brown fur trailed from his arms up to the last knuckle on any given digit. He lifted his other hand up for examination, his stomach churning when he saw the transformation of his other hand happen in real time. Fur sprouted from unseen follicles as bones altered in shape, mangling the human anatomy into one of a beast.

A fate more brutal than death, Chris flailed in the snow, feeling every inch of his body betray him. He was turning into something he spent many long nights fighting. He can’t recall the amount of times he prayed to a god he didn’t even believe in before those fights, asking - no, begging to be spared just one more time.

But sometimes, your all isn’t enough.

Sometimes, your prayers are just words in the wind.

And Chris was scared.

He was so fucking scared.

Tears poured from him - it had been years since he let himself cry so fully. He didn’t care. His body wasn’t his. It was wrong. It was being replaced by a stranger, and no amount of shouting, crying, or praying would save him. He was alone with his tears and despair.

And just as suddenly as Chris’ body wasn’t his, his mind wasn’t either. It was gifted to the beast to be molded to its liking.

The tears stopped.

Pain gone.

Mind blank.

Tabula rasa.

All he was left with was this ancient hunger that was gnawing at the walls of his stomach.

Complete metamorphosis.

#chris redfield #resident evil #chris redfield fanfic #writing #fanfic #oneshot #werewolf!au #werewolf!chris redfield #resident evil 8

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mannequinreligi0n · 9 days

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Nightmares

As Vergil’s partner, you’ve created a plan to help him get some well-deserved sleep. ie. comfort

PAIRING: Vergil X GN!reader

WC: 543 words

WARNINGS: None !

AUTHOR’S NOTE: sorry for being absent :( i’ve had terrible writer’s block and haven’t had the motivation to do really anything. so pls enjoy this and i’ll be back again soon heehee

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A shaking to your left wakes you from slumber, accompanied by whimpers from a familiar baritone voice. Breaking the seal of sleep, you peek over to find Vergil trembling with fear. Soft whispers of desperation fall flat from his lips, barely audible even in the dead of night.

‘Another nightmare,’ you think in your groggy mind. It’s the fourth one this week and it’s only Tuesday. Making peace with your loss of sleep, you scoot closer to Vergil’s tense form and carefully place a hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly.

“Hey…hey, it’s alright - I’m right here.”

Vergil seizes at the sudden touch, jolting awake with a surge of air. He sits upright, absentmindedly shoving your hand off of him. Beads of sweat march one-by-one down his forehead as he takes in his surroundings.

Countless nights of terror and screams led to you two devising a set plan to efficiently handle such scenarios. The plan went as follows:

Wake Vergil

Duh.

Give him space

Occasionally, he will wake up still mentally in whatever prison his mind has formed that night. For your safety, you need to be ready to move away, if need be.

Water*

To help ground him.

*Depending on the severity of the nightmare, you will either proceed through the list or jump directly to the final step after this.

Reassurance, phase one

You may now ask if he is alright. Vergil is sensitive to touch so only comfort him physically if he initiates or requests it himself.

Walk

Vergil, when ready, will take a lap around your home. He’ll check the locks, note any changes, if any - all with Yamato in hand. This is an old habit of his from when he was on his own and needed to constantly survey his surroundings. Don’t question it. Don’t stop it. He will not go back to sleep til it’s done.

Reassurance, phase two

Once returned, he will crawl into bed, ready to be back in your arms. ‘I love you’s will be exchanged. At this point, Vergil will be calm enough to settle in for the night once more.

Rest

Vergil will remain attached to you until he’s fallen asleep. Your scent is a comfort to him, it’ll be the last thing he’ll want to remember before returning to dreamland. Once he’s rolled away from you and is comfortably back on his own pillow, he is asleep and you’re in the clear.

Another thing to note is the absence of discussion of said nightmares.

They will not be discussed the night of.

Don’t even try it.

If he feels comfortable doing so, he may share the details the following morning over breakfast or something of the like, but he will immediately shut down the topic any time before that.

Most nights, like tonight, the plan has saved you both from the stress of sleepless nights. Of course, some nights will deviate, but you’ve now handled enough of Vergil’s chronic nightmares to be quick on your feet. Trust is important to him and it took some teeth-pulling to get him to be so vulnerable in front of you, but the plan has proved to be effective and reassures Vergil that he is safe in your presence, despite what his mind may tell him.

#writing #vergil sparda #devil may cry #dmc #vergil sparda x reader #fanfic #dmc vergil #drabble #comfort

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mannequinreligi0n · 1 month

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hi my loves !! i am BACK (yippeeeee) and will being trying to post a new fic at least once a week for the foreseeable future. but first - some housekeeping and general thoughts:

apologies for the inactivity; i’ve been both busy and uninspired, as of late. i went on vacation last month and then planned to write when i returned, but got hit with a fat depression shaped brick over my head and couldn’t find the will or want to write.

im in a terrible chris redfield shaped hole rn (don’t ask), so im going to start taking requests for him and other resident evil characters, if you feel so inclined to leave a request <3 pls read my pinned post if you’re unsure what i will/won’t write.

i’ve been getting mainly requests for reboot dante, which is okay (and tysm for the asks!!), but he is not someone i really wish to write for, since im not particularly a fan of the reboot. the oneshot i did for him was a request from an ex-friend and though i’m glad people like jt, he’s not someone i feel comfortable writing often. idk it feels disingenuous of me to write something for a character i have no attachment to or real knowledge of (esp when OG dante means so much to me). that being said, i will sift through the asks and write something for him in the future bc i don’t want to leave anyone hanging !! pls be patient w me :’)

i am working on a long-awaited second part to ‘forgiveness’ ! it’ll probably be the first thing i post next as to appease the masses.

finally, THANK YOUUUUUUUUU <3 seeing this blog grow so much and get immense love during my absence has filled me w joy and im happy to start writing for y’all again :D

yours always,

obscura

#fanfic #writing #smut #oneshot #devil may cry #dmc #resident evil #chris redfield #xoxo obscura

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mannequinreligi0n · 3 months

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“the opening sentence of a fic is one of the most important parts, since it tells readers the tone, the setting and the writing style of the entire fic”

me trying not to be nervous as I write the opening sentence of my fic:

#writing the opening is literally my favorite part ….#it’s the endings i fail at every single time

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mannequinreligi0n · 3 months

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AHHHHHH I'M THE ANON WHO ASKED FOR THE NERO FIC!!!

Omg It was just sooo good, I loved the cuteness of it at first and I love the way you wrote it, It was exactly what I had in mind🤧🤧🫶🫶

Hope you have a great day, week bc you just made mine 😭💞💞

thank u so much for the ask !!!! im glad you liked it bb <3 shoot me any other ideas, if you get any

xoxox obscura

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mannequinreligi0n · 3 months

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Siri, Play Beauty School by Deftones

“I kinda like when you make up the reel; take the phone in your room- stop the tape or resume”

PAIRING: Stefano Valentini x GN reader

WORD COUNT: 540

WARNINGS: NSFW (slight exhibition (does filming count?), implied oral, brief penetration)

NOTES: uhhhhhh stef brainrot is really bad so i wrote this very hastily, sorry if it’s short lol

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Your eyes were fixated on the warped reflection of your face in the lens, the red light blinking back at you. It’d been only twenty minutes since Stefano had pressed ‘record’ on the video camera positioned in front of the bed. The idea of being captured wasn’t unfamiliar - you were dating Stefano, after all. His camera is practically sewed to his hands: taking candids of you, asking you to pose at his beck and call. The attention was overbearing at first, but you’d grown to love it, and in turn, love being in front of the camera.

But something about being filmed during such an intimate setting was bringing back all of those initial hesitations and insecurities. Despite Stefano’s attempts to calm and seduce you, your eyes would always go back to the camcorder. Maybe it was the thought of him watching it back and seeing you so vulnerable, so unlike yourself. Maybe it was the thought of you, yourself, watching the reel and being disgusted with your own image. Whatever it was, it was incessant on keeping your attention away from Stefano and he was all too aware.

He peeked up from between your legs to see your distant doe eyes and he sighed, giving your thigh a squeeze before sitting up.

“The camera doesn’t bite, amore - you don't have to keep watch.”

Your ears perked up at the sound of his baritone voice, breaking your staring contest with the camcorder.

“Sorry…..it’s kind of hard to ignore”, you apologize, your face getting warm from embarrassment.

“And it seems I am easy to ignore.” He retorts, a slight whine to his voice. There was an exaggerated pout on his mouth as he crawled onto you, only easing up with a loving grin when he reached your neck. He gave it a soft bite before soothing the nonexistent mark with a kiss. You mewl in response, primal want making your skin feel hot, but your mind continues to race.

“What if I look bad? Or the angle’s all wrong? Or-“

Your anxieties are cut short by Stefano turning your head away from the camera, pressing his lips to yours. Your hands instinctively tangle into his hair, holding the reins of hair as you return his kiss. His hips positioned between your legs, you feel his hardened cock twitch against your entrance. He pulls away from you, peppering kisses over your face and jaw.

“My sweet-“

Kiss.

“Beautiful-“

Kiss.

“Effervescent-“

Kiss.

“-Angel.”

With his final word, Stefano pushed into you, enunciating every syllable. A groan of satisfaction harmonizes with a cry of your own, your eyes fluttering shut from the delicious feeling of being filled so fully by your lover.

“Aphrodite, herself, made you with special care, cara mia. You have nothing to be ashamed of”, he purred to you. His slender fingers wrapped around your waist, holding you still as he began to fuck into you with determination of ridding every second thought from your brain. Completely drunk on his candied words and your own lust, the camera filming every second of this slips your mind entirely. You feel your entire body turn to jelly in his hold, your mind only cycling through his compliments over and over and over.

#stefano valentini #the evil within 2 #the evil within #stefano the evil within 2 #fanfic #writing #smut #oneshot #stefano valentini x reader #stefano valentini smut

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mannequinreligi0n · 3 months

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HIIII I AM BEGGING FOR MORE REBOOT DANTE OR NERO!1!!1!1

HIIIIIIII i just posted a nero oneshot but reboot dante possibly soon :)

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mannequinreligi0n · 3 months

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Hiii!!

I loove your fics and lately I've been begging for some new Nero fics 🫡🫡

Could I request a fic with Nero and fem!reader where they're really good friends and yknow It's really cold outside and they both have to stay in an inn. Maybe one of the two offers their bed? And they both finally give in after a long while of hidding their feelings.

I really really crave some cute fluffy Nero smut, reader being her first🤭

Don't stress too much about this, and of course you can choose to write it or not!!

Thank you sweetie🫶🫶

ty for this !! i love a good ‘oh noooo, there’s only one bed’ trope.

tbh im not the biggest nero lover so this was a slight challenge but it ended up pretty good and a lot longer than expected lol. i also didn’t know how to end it but i hope you enjoy !!!!

Two Pals, One Bed

an unexpected storm puts you and nero in an unlikely situation

PAIRING: DMC5 Nero x afab reader

WARNINGS: (NSFW!: first-time/virgin!reader, fingering, penetration)

WORD COUNT: 2k

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The sheets of rain pounded on the windshield of the van, making visibility hard on the patchy road. You flicked out the wrinkles in the map, squinting in the light of your phone to see the web of routes.

“Can’t see a damn foot in front of me like this.”, Nero grumbled from the driver’s seat. “No thanks to you, by the way.”

His pointed blame made you crinkle the map in your hands. You both had been driving for seemingly hours, trying to make it home from a job, but the storm was making it hard to navigate the backroads.

“There’s an inn after the next right, we’ll duck from the rain til morning.”

Nero sighed and shook his head. “We would’ve been home by now, if it wasn’t for your dumbass.” He peered over the steering wheel, on the lookout for the upcoming turn.

“Nuh uh,”, you started, a scowl on your face, “don’t pin this on me! I don’t control the weather.”

“Whatever.”

Nero makes the right and after a couple miles of silence, the faint beacon of lit windows pierces through the gloom. Pulling into the lot in front of the inn, Nero parks the car and hops out. You follow suit and hastily trail behind him, using your bag as cover from the harsh rain. Entering the inn, you walk slowly to examine the tacky decor - artificial fish and paintings of sunny beaches mocking your drenched clothes. Nero makes a beeline to the front desk and is quick to return with a set of keys in hand.

“We got lucky. Seems like everyone had the same idea, but they had one room left.” Nero pats you on the shoulder and cocks his head toward the direction of the stairs. “C’mon.”

You nod and follow Nero up the stairs to your appointed room, sighing in relief to be out of the storm. Nero drops his backpack on the desk and stares at the single queen-sized bed in the center of the room.

“……..one bed.”

“One bed.”, you repeat. It seems that the universe thought it would be funny if you two shared a bed after a night of endless bickering and side-eyes. You eventually shrug and flop down on the bed, looking up at Nero. “I mean, we’ve slept in worse conditions, right? You remember the cyclops cave?”

That earns a tiny smile from him, chiseling away at the tension from earlier.

“Thanks for reminding me. It’s not like I spend every waking moment trying to forget the smell of decay and ball sweat.”

You both laugh and you feel the frustration slowly leave your body. Nero digs around his bag for a change of clothes and heads to the bathroom to change. You take this as your cue to do the same, pulling out a clean shirt and pair of underwear and discarding your old ones in the corner of the room. You crawl into the bed, flicking on the tv and settling in. Nero returns a few minutes later, changed and seemingly back to his easy-going self. He switches off the lights and gets into the bed, leaving some space between you both. You both watch a rerun of an old sitcom before Nero breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole to you. You were only trying to help, and I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you.”

The apology doesn’t take you completely by surprise, considering that Nero is the most levelheaded person you know, but you appreciate it nonetheless. You pull the covers up over you, sinking down to lay on your pillow as you address him.

“Don’t worry about it, Nero. We’ve had a long day and have gotten thrown every which way - it’s no one’s fault. Besides, I’m happy it was with you and not with anyone else, it could’ve gone a lot worse.”

Nero nods in agreement but he’s not lost on the subtle flirting in your last sentence. Nero glances down at you resting form, your eyes trained on the tv mounted to the wall. For the past few weeks, it seems you two have been dancing around the obvious for the sake of staying focused on work. But considering that you both are literally in the same bed, it’s hard to ignore now. You look up to him, his face turning a pretty pink from being caught staring.

“Was there something else?”, you ask, noting his blush.

“You’re really pretty.”

Nero blurts out the compliment, heart starting to pick up from embarrassment. ‘Reaaaal smooth, Nero. Bet Dante would get a kick out of this’, he thinks to himself. Your own face turns red in response, a shy smile on your face.

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” Nero starts, sliding down to be beside you under the covers. “And smart, funny, brave.”

You stare at him with awe, in disbelief that those words left his mouth. Without another breath, you lean to the side where he’s laying and kiss him. It’s a gentle, tentative kiss, but full of meaning and longing. Nero’s brain short-circuits and it takes a second before he returns the kiss. Slow and cautious, your mouths explore this newfound feeling. Without breaking away, Nero rolls on top of you, hands running up your sides. Feelings of excitement and anxiety intermingle in your stomach and you break the kiss to look up at him, eyes wide. Nero returns the look with concern, his hand cupping your face.

“You okay? Did…did I do something wrong?”

“No, I-“, you cut yourself off, building up confidence before speaking again. “I need to tell you something.”

Nero raises his eyebrows, interest piqued. “You know you can tell me anything.”

You gulp and take a deep breath, making sure that this is really happening. You look down at the empty space between the two of you as you speak. “I’ve never gone this far with anyone.” You pause, frowning slightly. “I mean, I’ve messed around but I’ve never actually….slept with anyone before.”

Nero runs a hand over your hair and kisses your forehead sweetly. There’s a clear look of understanding on his face. “Y/N, you don’t have anything to be sorry about. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. And if you don’t wanna do anything now, I won’t hold that against you either.”

“I want to, I’m just nervous.” Your eyes have a vulnerability to them, like you’re already standing there naked in front of him.

“It’s okay to be nervous. Fuck, I’m nervous. But, it’ll be okay, as long as you enjoy it. And if you change your mind or need me to stop, that’s okay, too.”

With his reassurance, you nod and pull him back down to reinstate the kiss. Nero sighs into your mouth, happy to be connected again. You feel his hands snake down to your thighs, running over the exposed skin with light touches. As scared as you were, everything felt right in this moment. Your own shaky hands moved to tug at his shirt to help him out of it. Nero yanks the shirt over his head before reaching to pull down your underwear. He stops and looks up at you, waiting for the green light from you; you give him an eager nod and he proceeds. You feel his fingers brush against your sensitive bud and your breathing hitches in your chest. His fingers move slow, tracing circles into your flesh as his mouth trails sweet kisses to your ear.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Nero’s soft voice and tender touches elicits a moan from you, almost forgetting to reply to him. You turn to look at him and mumble a ‘yes’ out, hips rocking against his hand. Nero hums in content, moving his fingers to your already wet slit. He toys with the hole for a moment, testing the waters in case you change your mind. By the way you’re sighing and whimpering, he takes it as his sign to go on, pushing in two fingers slowly. Your back arches, jaw dropping silently. Pumping slowly in and out, his strong, slender fingers tease your g-spot. Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping onto him for support. Minutes go by as your climax builds up, your walls pulsing around his fingers. Before you can warn him of the oncoming wave, his fingers slip out, making you groan in disappointment. He laughs at your noise, slipping off the rest of his clothes.

“Easy, tiger. I got more to give, believe me.”, he chuckles. Leaning down to kiss you once more, he positions himself between your legs. “Ready, pretty girl?”

You nod and smile into his mouth. “Ready.”

Aligning with your slick, Nero pushes into you with a moan of satisfaction. You bury your head in his neck, stifling a cry from being stretched. Nero’s arm comes up to wrap around your head protectively, cradling you in comfort. Once fully in, he stays still to let you adjust to the new feeling. You feel your breathing slow down and you nod again, letting him know it’s okay to move. His cock slips almost completely out of you until he pushes it back in, repeating this until he creates a steady, sensual rhythm. Mewls from you are muffled by how close Nero’s holding you - his free hand hooking under one of your knees to lift you ever so slightly. Over and over, the head of his cock hits that sweet spot and you feel your orgasm start to build back up, ready to satisfy the delay from earlier. The moment feels surreal, considering how many times you’ve dreamt of this moment, and you flex your fingers every now and then to remind yourself it’s really happening.

You look out from your safe place in Nero’s neck and see him above you - eyes shut, mouth ajar, and a sheen layer of sweat making him glisten in the light of the tv still playing. The display from him is what sets you off, knowing that you’re the cause of it. Your core tightens and those familiar electric pulses make your body quiver with pleasure.

“O-oh, god, that feels so good…. I’m gonna…gonna…”

“Let it out, I’ve got you.”

The encouragement from Nero is all you need to let go, a wave of pleasure taking over all of your senses. Your legs shake around Nero and a sound you’ve never heard from yourself before fills the room. Fuelled by your reactions, Nero chases after his own high, fucking into you passionately. Sweat dripping down his face, he looks down at you with an adoring smile before his eyes squeeze shut, followed by a series of whimpers and curses. Your walls milk him free of every drop of seed, the feeling overwhelming for him. You stare up at him in awe, your vision going in and out from your own orgasm.

His thrusts slow to a stop, allowing him to collapse on you. Both of you lay there panting, the heat of your bodies almost overbearing. You run your hand up and down Nero’s back, soothing him through the end of his orgasm. Eventually, Nero lifts his head and gives you a weak kiss, bumping his nose to yours.

“You did great, y/n. Seriously, that was….”

“Amazing.”, you finish for him, a giggle following it.

“Yeah, that.”

Nero pushes himself up and out of you, rolling onto his back beside you. He reaches over and pulls you into his arms, stationing you to lay on his chest. You can hear his heart thumping strongly, beating a lullaby to you.

“Get some rest, beautiful. You’ve earned it after that.”

You start to protest sleep but a yawn betrays you, realizing how warm and safe you feel in Nero’s arms. As minutes pass, your eyes grow heavier and soon close for the night, your breathing deep and slow. Nero’s hands tangle in the strands of your hair, twirling them mindlessly until sleep triumphs over him as well.

#nero sparda #dmc nero #nero devil may cry #nero x reader #dmc5 nero #devil may cry #dmc5 #dmc smut #devil may cry smut #dmc #smut #writing #fanfic #oneshot

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mannequinreligi0n · 3 months

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thank you to my new followers and all the love ive gotten on my posts !!!! <3 writing has always been a fulfilling hobby for me and its so great to be able to do it again for you guys :’)

as a reminder, requests are OPENNNN for devil may cry and mortal kombat characters (and also stefano valentini bc im a whore for him). fluff, angst, smut, headcanons are all welcome. im very much in the mood to write valentine’s day drabbles, so that will take priority if there’s any demand for it !

big smooches muah xoxo obscura

#fanfic #smut #writing #oneshot #dmc #mortal kombat #the evil within

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mannequinreligi0n · 3 months

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stefano is a smoker and he specifically smokes marlboro golds . do what you will with this info

#stefano valentini #this just feels right in my spirit #I swear sometimes I just wake up and my brain just develops the most accurate headcanons for this man out of nowhere #like it’s not a real thing but like in my head i can literally SEE him pulling out a pack of marb golds from his suit jacket

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mannequinreligi0n · 3 months

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Hello! I'm kinda new at making ask so sorry in advance! Can you make some romance and fluff headcanons with DMC4 Dante? Thank you :)

Ps: sorry about grammar - English is not my first language

Absolutely, I can !!! Thank you so much for the request <3

DMC4 Dante relationship headcanons

SFW, GN

If you have the honor of winning the demon hunter’s heart, be prepared for being put through the ringer emotionally.

Late nights and weeks of nothing but the occasional letter are going to be the norm, unfortunately, considering he’s married to his work.

BUT when Dante is home, he makes sure all of his free-time is spent making up for his absence.

Never much of a romantic, he won’t take you to fancy dinners or extravagant dates - but rest assured, you’ll never be bored or feel any less valued.

Breakfast in bed, movie marathons, and competitive video game matches will make it feel like you two are just like any other domestic relationship.

Cases of empty beers shared between you two as you spill secrets and swap memories til the sun rises.

He hogs all the blankets at night. And it doesn’t matter how many time you try to yank them back, you’ll always be stuck with only the end corner to keep you warm. (Little do you know, this is an intentional ploy so you’ll cuddle up with him throughout the night).

Dante’s love language is absolutely touch. Not necessarily in a sleazy way (though he’s not without his moments), but more like a puppy dog. He’ll curl into your lap as you watch tv, despite his massive frame. Whine and complain when you stop playing with his hair, even if you’ve been doing it nonstop for the past hour. There’s not a moment of independence when Dante is with you.

Dante will feel guilty for not being able to settle down and be a proper boyfriend to you; it will definitely mess with him and possibly even psyche him out of the relationship as a whole. But, with your constant reassurance and unconditional love, he’ll do his best to be present for you and your situationship.

#I hope this was okay !!!! thank u again for the ask heehee #devil may cry #writing #dante sparda #dmc #dante devil may cry #dante dmc #devil may cry 4 #dmc4 #dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #dmc headcanons #fanfic

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mannequinreligi0n · 3 months

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How The DMC Boys Eat Out

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WARNINGS: NSFW! - oral (female receiving)

WORD COUNT: ~150 per person

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DANTE

Dante’s a busy man but what does he always make time for? Dessert. Though it’s not often you get dedicated alone time, Dante has made it a habit to at least reward you for sticking by his side as often as possible. This usually has you seated atop his desk, hands grasping at bills and work permits, as he sits before you in his beaten leather chair. Hungry and eager, he’ll kitten-lick at your hole ensuring that he’s tasting every single drop of arousal that leaks out. Dante’s a pleaser at heart, meaning he’ll go til his jaw locks or you yank him off of you. But until that point, he’ll make sure to mutter praise and sweet nothings in your heat, making you twitch and squirm. When he’s not holding your hips down, he’ll switch off between pumping digits or his tongue into you, knowing the right combination to make anyone unlucky enough to be at the agency hear you cry out his name til you lose all capability of intelligent speak.

“So wet - just for me, sugarplum. M’gonna make sure you can’t walk after this.”

VERGIL

Unlike his twin, Vergil appreciates more calculated encounters, rather than spontaneous ones. Ambience is very important to him; he’ll make sure that everything leading up to the moment is just right. Candles, wine, and soft sonatas playing in the background - all leading up to get you seated above him, thighs nearly squeezing his head into the mattress. The crude act of face-sitting is made into a poetic one when Vergil is under you. Methodical tongue movements and cherry lips sucking the life out of you make your hands grip the headboard with unbeknownst strength. Calloused hands will knead into your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles in an attempt to calm your jolting above him. Vergil has spent years mastering the art of patience and playing the long-game. He’ll make sure to draw out every single second til your legs give out. Aftercare is a biggie for him, holding you to his chest and praising your behavior to calm your pounding heart.

“Don’t mock me, little one. When I say sit, I mean sit.”

NERO

Nero is the happy-medium of the trio. Whether it’s quickies in the van or the good ol’ ‘wined and dined’, he’ll make sure that you are his number one priority. If there’s one thing Nero loves, though, it’s getting to stay in bed with you on his day off. Tired kisses and slow petting will eventually lead to Nero disappearing under the covers to take post between your legs. Inside the cocoon of blankets, Nero will lazily drag his fingers over your sensitive folds before anchoring his mouth to your bud. Gentle flicks of his tongue timing to the pump of his two fingers buried in you to the knuckle. Intermittently, his mouth will detach from you and trail kisses along your inner thighs and navel, whispering how good you taste and how much he loves you. He won’t emerge from his hideout until you’ve came - peeking out of the covers to kiss you sweetly, the taste of yourself prominent on his lips.

“There you go, let it out. You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.”

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mannequinreligi0n · 4 months

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Plaything

request: bratty, submissive reboot!Dante

PAIRING: reboot!Dante x reader

WORD COUNT: 850

WARNINGS: NSFW, dom/sub dynamics, use of toys, bratty sub (male)

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“Oh, c’mon, Dante - quit whining.” You roll your eyes, fastening the second handcuff around his wrist. You sit straddling his lap, latching him to the bedpost in your shared bedroom on a Saturday evening.

“Well, as much as I appreciate being manhandled by a beautiful girl, these-“, he pauses, rattling the cuffs against the metal posts, “-are a little much.” Dante half-smiles at you, a wary look in his eye, but the way his exposed length twitched at your responsive laugh told you everything you needed to know. Your hearty chuckle echoed through the candlelit room as you pulled out the vibrating wand from the “box of trouble and toil”, as Dante called it. You sat up and met his eyes, turning on the wand to the lowest setting with a grin; a chill of anticipation running down his spine at the sight of you before him.

“Are you going to behave?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Just go easy on me, sweetheart. The goods are sacred.” Dante laughed back, gesturing down to his pelvis as best as he can with his limited mobility.

“Easy? Yeah, I can do that.” You shrug, nodding understandingly. Dante sighs in relief, head thumping back against the bedpost, but his nerves are quickly shot as soon as he hears the wand kick up to a higher speed and your shit-eating giggle accompanying it.

“W-w-wait, wait, wait! That’s not - fuuuuuck!” Dante’s protests are cut off by his unforeseen moan blurting out of his mouth. You run the vibrator along the underside of his shaft, purposely avoiding the leaking head. With slow, fluid motions, the wand journeys down his shaft to his balls that are cupped firmly in your free hand. A single curse followed by a hollow exhale leaves Dante in response to your descending hands. You’re careful to not press the wand too firmly against him, knowing from past experience that he’s prone to premature release. Your eyes ping pong back and forth between your hands and his exasperated face, relishing the sight of your boyfriend. Dante’s chest heaves and shutters, a soft blush covering his whole body.

“You’re being an awfully good boy, Dante, I’m surprised.” You coo to him, words sounding like a church choir to Dante’s ears. The praise elicits a whimper from him, cock twitching in an attempt to garner your attention. Despite his subtle squirming and heavy breathing, Dante lays still for you - not that he really has much choice, considering the handcuffs. You lean forward and kiss the head of his cock, a small show of affection. Pulling the wand away from him for a moment, you press the speed button on the vibrator twice more. Dante’s ears catch the higher frequency over his own sounds and shifts his head up, staring down at you with wide eyes.

“What’re you up to down there?” Dante slurs out, head spinning from the teasing. A fanged grin appears on his face, sweat dripping down his brow.

“I don’t recall playthings having the right to speak.” You retort, reapplying the vibrator against his shaft with more pressure. The sudden attack on him makes a choked groan come out, cutting off any coherent back-talk he had prepared. Dante’s back arches off the bed, thighs straining to stay spread for you. A proclamation or warning of some sort tries to form on Dante’s tongue but he’s so focused on breathing manually, that it’s impossible to make any sound other than a high-pitched moan. And just as soon as it started, he orgasms suddenly - his own release painting his chest and the bedsheets beside him. You yank the wand away from him, shaking your head with disapproval.

“Tsk tsk tsk, bad boy…”, you scold him, tossing the vibrator, now turned off, to the other side of the bed and crawling up to him. You shove your defiled hand to his mouth.

“Lick it clean.”

Your voice so close to him wakes his mind from the post-orgasm trance. Dante’s eyes lazily fall to the hand poking at his mouth and he opens obediently. Sucking your fingers free of his own cum, he closes his eyes and moans lewdly before reopening them to stare directly at you with blown pupils. You slide your fingers out of his mouth, a trail of spit following from his bottom lip. As a reward, you replace the absence of your fingers with your own lips. You can taste the mix of saliva and cum on his tongue as he pushes it into your mouth eagerly. The rattle of his handcuffs interrupts the moment, causing you to laugh against his lips.

“You uh-, you planning on letting me out of these any time soon? I’m losing circulation here.” Dante looks at you with pleading eyes, giving you his million dollar smile in hopes of wooing his way out. Tilting your head, you pretend to contemplate his plea. A moment of silence passes before a giggle comes out of you.

“Not a chance.” You whisper, planting a kiss on his nose before slithering back down to resume your little game.

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mannequinreligi0n · 4 months

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A Beginner’s Guide To Pet Ownership

You didn’t think Vergil would be up for trying something new in the bedroom - boy, you’re in for a surprise.

PAIRING: Vergil x GN reader

WORD COUNT: 908

WARNINGS: NSFW! - pet play, oral (male-receiving), dom/sub dynamics

AO3 LINK: here

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When you had asked Vergil to try something new, you didn’t expect him to go along with it so easily. The surprise was quite clear on your face when you came home from work that evening to Vergil seated patiently on the bed, collar and tail in hand. It was only a matter of minutes before he had you stripped, collared, and plugged with the tail - Vergil was never one to dance around something. So there you were, on all fours a foot away from his standing form, iridescent eyes peering down at you in the dark of the room.

“Come here, pet.”

Vergil’s quiet yet commanding voice made your eyes perk up, your stomach turning with excitement. You crawl over to him slowly, eyes never his as you slink closer. The fluffy, black tail swishes behind you, as if it was a part of you this whole time, accentuating the sway of your ass. Vergil’s eyes leave your eyes for a brief moment, drawn to the movement behind. His eyes return to yours as you reach his feet. A single hand extends from his side and pulls at the leash attached to the collar on your neck roughly, a yelp escaping your pout. Vergil yanks on the leash with added force as he walks you towards the bed, your neck straining against the leather as you crawl at his will. Seated before you on the bed, he winds the remainder of the leash around his hand, shortening the distance between your face and his cock pressing against the leather of his pants. Taking the hint, you sit on your knees and reach up to undo his zipper, before a strong hand grabs your jaw, stopping you in your tracks. His fingers curl around your chin, making you feel the already-forming red marks from his iron grip.

“No. You want to be treated like an animal, then you will behave as one. Use your mouth.” He orders, words pointed. You lower your hand to the floor as you nod in return, eyes moving back down to his bulge. As soon as he releases your jaw, you stretch open your mouth to soothe the ache from his fingers and lean forward, pulling his zipper down with your teeth. Vergil keeps a tight hand on your leash, in case discipline is necessary, but he leans back on the bed, using his other hand for support. Your mouth struggles with pulling down the waistband of his underwear, making an amused, throaty chuckle ripple out of him. He aids you in your efforts, pushing down the bundles of fabric to his ankles.

Vergil’s already leaking cock twitches as you bump your nose against the head, your tongue darting out to lap up the stray bead of precum. Vergil wouldn’t admit it but the sight of you knelt before him, neck squeezed by the tight collar and tail nestled perfectly behind you, was driving him crazy; it was taking every bit of learned patience to not pull you onto the bed and claim you, mark you, fill you completely. He watched with primal lust as your tongue played with the slit of his tip, cock occasionally springing off of it and swatting your cheek. Vergil is ready to spit out a command to hurry, when you finally take him into your mouth. Warm and wet, your mouth encompasses half of his length, causing him to growl lowly and hold the leash taut, not tolerating any more teasing. Bobbing your head steadily on him, the head of his cock pokes at the back of your throat more and more as you sink farther down. You try your best to focus breathing through your nose as to not gag so soon. Vergil’s grunts fill your ears, reassuring you you’re doing well. He sits up and his free hand combs through your hair, brushing back falling strands stuck to the drool running down your chin. “You’re such a good pet, you know that?” He coos to you, his voice soft and full of adoration, contrasting the guttural groans coming from him before. You smile at his praise, soliciting a hum of gratitude from you. Determined to make him finish, his fingers twirl the strands of hair as you pick up the pace. Your cheeks pull in closer around his cock, sucking him in to milk out his orgasm. Moans and unintelligible words fly freely out of his mouth, forgetting the roleplay completely and submitting to his needs. It only takes a few more nods of your head to have his seed coat your tongue. Vergil’s head falls back with a loud moan, hips bucking up into your face as every bit of his release shoots out of him. As quickly as it ensues, he’s soon spent - panting and covered in a blanket of sweat from his orgasm. It’s only then that he realizes he had his eyes squeezed shut and softly opens them, lifting his head to look down at you cleaning his cock of any remnants of cum.

“…..You’re so beautiful”.

The words catch your attention and you look up at him with shining eyes, a trail of spit falling from your smiling face. That look alone is motivation enough for him to pull you up onto the bed, feverishly latching his mouth to yours. He breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth to your ear to whisper.

“Good pets get rewarded, do they not?”

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mannequinreligi0n · 4 months

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A Beginner’s Guide To Pet Ownership

You didn’t think Vergil would be up for trying something new in the bedroom - boy, you’re in for a surprise.

PAIRING: Vergil x GN reader

WORD COUNT: 908

WARNINGS: NSFW! - pet play, oral (male-receiving), dom/sub dynamics

AO3 LINK: here

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“Come here, pet.”

Vergil’s quiet yet commanding voice made your eyes perk up, your stomach turning with excitement. You crawl over to him slowly, eyes never leaving his as you slink closer. The fluffy, black tail swishes behind you, as if it was a part of you this whole time, accentuating the sway of your ass. Vergil’s eyes leave your eyes for a brief moment, drawn to the movement behind. His eyes return to yours as you reach his feet. A single hand extends from his side and pulls at the leash attached to the collar on your neck roughly, a yelp escaping your pout. Vergil yanks on the leash with added force as he walks you towards the bed, your neck straining against the leather as you crawl at his will. Seated before you on the bed, he winds the remainder of the leash around his hand, shortening the distance between your face and his cock pressing against the leather of his pants. Taking the hint, you sit on your knees and reach up to undo his zipper, before a strong hand grabs your jaw, stopping you in your tracks. His fingers curl around your chin, making you feel the already-forming red marks from his iron grip.

“…..You’re so beautiful”.

“Good pets get rewarded, do they not?”

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