#the devil's rejects fanfic

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Warm Bodies

pairing: otis x gn!reader

summary: in which you don't want to sleep alone so you find yourself seeking out otis's room in the middle of the night

warnings: mentions of dead bodies, a bit of dry humping

a/n: since this has basically been my bedtime scenario for the last few nights, i figured i'd turn it into a little fic. i feel like otis might be a little bit out of character in it i'm not sure but i hope you enjoy! :)

word count: 763

Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears as you stood outside Otis's door, your fingers curled around the handle. You'd been standing like this for the last five minutes, unsure on whether you wanted to disturb him. You just didn't know what to do.

You'd been lying awake in your make-shift bed downstairs for the past few hours, the same tormenting thoughts circling around your mind. Otis was the only one who could ever shut them up, which was why you'd found yourself creeping up the stairs towards his room.

You took a nervous breath, finally deciding to turn the door knob, the click of the door opening making you flinch.

You quietly stepped into the room, and Otis remained where he was on the bed, unmoving. You almost considered just turning around and walking straight back out the door when he hadn't woken up. But you supposed the worst he could do was kill you, so you might as well see this through.

You carefully reached a hand out, skating your fingers along his forearm.

"Otis," you whispered.

You almost fell backwards when he suddenly jerked up in the bed, his hand roughly catching your wrist as he glared at you in the dark. "What the fuck are you doin' in here?"

"I can't sleep."

"Okay, well let me help you with that. Go back downstairs, lay the fuck down, and close your goddamn eyes."

"You know what? Fuck you." You hissed, shaking your wrist free and turning around, deciding that this whole thing was pointless, considering he was an asshole.

"Alright, wait," he said then, stopping you in your tracks. "Just─get back here."

You did as he said, turning and walking back towards the bed.

"Why can't you sleep?" He sighed.

"I dunno, I guess my mind won't shut the fuck up."

"I know the feelin'," he answered, a breath of laughter leaving his lips. "But what'd you want me to do about it?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Excuse me?" He questioned, his glare only seeming to return now as he remained propped up on his side.

"You know what, never mind. I'll just go back downstairs."

You turned around to leave but you were quickly stopped when you felt his fingers curl around your wrist, pulling you back.

Otis didn't say anything as you stood there staring at him, but he shifted back on the bed slightly, creating a space beside him.

"Well, come on then," he complained. "Don't just fuckin' stand there."

You quickly situated yourself in the space next to him then, a sudden warmth spreading through your chest when you felt his breath on your shoulder.

"You know, you're lucky I've been sleeping alone these past few nights."

"Those girls are no good for you anyway," you scoffed, a tinge of jealousy creeping over you.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Well they ain't breathin' for a start," you told him. "It might do you good to have a warm body in your bed for once."

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"Well...they can't do this," you spoke softly, as you reached a hand down between your bodies, ghosting your fingers over his already growing erection.

"What else can't they do?" He chuckled, his beard scraping against your arm as he shifted closer slightly.

"They can't do this," you answered, leaning closer to him and brushing your lips against his.

You'd always had something close to a connection with Otis, something that seemed to run a little deeper than just a mutual attraction. He gave you pieces of himself, and in return you gave him everything.

You allowed him into your body, and into your mind...and into your heart. It wasn't love, you knew that. But it was definitely something. An invisible string that seemed to tie you to each other.

He wasn't like this with the girls he imprisoned here. He didn't allow them to feel his breath on their skin, and he certainly didn't allow them the control he allowed you. It made you feel special somehow.

"Would you care to show me what else you can do that they can't?" Otis smirked, running a hand down your thigh.

You simply nodded, swinging your leg over his hip and pushing him onto his back, pulling a low groan from his throat when you began to gently move your hips against him.

"You know, I'm startin' to think you may have a point," he groaned, his fingers digging into your ass. "Havin' a warm body in my bed is actually real fuckin' nice."

[Main Masterlist]

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[venus-haze]

Pretty Tied Up (Otis Driftwood x Reader)

Summary: Or, the perils of working at Red Hot Pussy Liquors.

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. This takes place between House of 1000 Corpses and The Devil’s Rejects. Based on the Guns N' Roses song. Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Armed robbery and implied kidnapping. Sexually explicit content that involves extremely dubious consent and sadism, gags, bondage, groping, and gunplay. Otis is pretty much his own warning. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Having regulars at a liquor store was a double-edged sword. You got to know some customers well enough to like them, but over time you’d notice they looked increasingly worse for wear as they came up to the checkout with their usual purchases. The exception, of course, were the Fireflys, who you always found unsettling, despite Baby’s attempts to seem affable. 

“My brother likes you,” she said one day, leaning against the counter as you rang up three bottles of vodka and two six-packs of beer.

“RJ?” you asked, glancing at her brother standing a few feet behind her.

RJ was always nice enough. Didn’t say much. Tall. Burly. Strong. Ruggedly handsome. You’d be open to going out with him.

She laughed in her usual high-pitch that always toed the line of being spine-chilling. “No silly! I’m talkin’ ‘bout Otis.”

You stared at her blankly. “Who’s Otis?”

“You know, long hair, blue eyes, scruffy ol’ beard. He came in here the other night. You must’ve made one hell of an impression. He won’t shut up about ya.”

Oh yeah. Him. Bought a bottle of whiskey and a stack of hardcore BDSM porno magazines. ‘You ever look at this stuff?’ he’d asked, eyeing you as you put a magazine with a nude, distressed-looking woman suspended by intricate ropes on the cover into a brown paper bag. When you first started working there, you could hardly stomach the sight of the rougher fare. As time went on, you found yourself hesitantly intrigued. ‘Gotta have something to do besides go to church on Sundays,’ you replied, earning a wicked grin from him. 

“That’s nice,” you said.

She snickered. “My brother’s not nice.”

“Is this everything?” you asked, hoping to move the interaction along.

“Hey RJ, you gettin’ anything else?” Baby asked over her shoulder.

He shook his head, approaching to pick up the crate you put the bottles in.

Baby handed you a wad of cash. She almost always overpaid, letting you keep the change, which was most of the reason you humored her antics in the first place. “Thanks darlin’! See ya real soon!” she said, wiggling her eyebrows, keen to something you were yet to be aware of.

Two nights later you were working the store alone. Your coworker Billy didn’t even have the decency to call and let you know he wasn’t coming in–or quit. He just didn’t show up at 9:30 when he was supposed to, and your phone call to his house was met with a busy dial tone. Asshole.

It’d been a slow night anyway, but you would have appreciated the heads up, or at least another body in the place when the front door was kicked open.

“This is a robbery! Don’t fucking move or I’ll shoot!”

Despite the bandana covering the bottom half of his face, you knew who it was right away. Long, graying hair and piercing blue eyes that were burned into your memory from his last visit to the liquor store.

You lifted your hands in the air. Your manager had told you on your first day that there was always a possibility of this happening. Better to just let them take whatever cash and booze they wanted and report it to the police once they left. ‘Don’t go playin’ hero. We got insurance.’

“Keep those hands up,” Otis said, slowly approaching the counter. “I’m gonna walk back there, and you’re gonna open the register for me.”

You nodded, eyes glued to him as he slithered around the counter like a snake, gun steadily pointed at you. 

“Go on,” he said.

With a trembling hand, you opened the register, the cash-filled drawer popping open for him. He pressed the gun to your temple, instructing you to put the cash in one of the brown paper bags by your side. You tried not to glance at him too much while you stuffed the paper bag with the money, finally pushing it toward him and sticking your hands up again.

“Alright, now turn around.”

“Wh-What?”

“I ain’t got all night.”

You glanced at the door. No way you could make a run for it, but maybe someone would walk in and be able to do something.

He followed your gaze and let out a cruel scoff. “Ain’t nobody coming through that door who can save you. I’m the closest thing to salvation you’ll ever get. Now turn the fuck around.”

With a shaky breath, you did as you were told, freezing when you felt the barrel of the gun press against the back of your head. His free hand grabbed your ass through your jeans, his strong grip almost painful as he squeezed each cheek. “Wonder how much it’d take to make you bruise?” he mumbled, almost to himself. He squeezed again, harder this time, as if he were trying to dig his fingers into your flesh. “Too much work when I can just cut into ya.”

“Don’t hurt me,” you pleaded, though hearing your own voice, you weren’t quite sure how convinced you were that you didn’t want him to do his worst. Knowing what you did about the Firefly clan, the rumblings around Ruggsville about the strange family–it would be pretty damn bad.

“C’mon now, mama. You led me to believe you liked it rough,” he said, voice gravelly and low as he slipped his hand between your legs from behind, rubbing the rough denim material and your cotton panties against your pussy, the friction hitting your clit in just the right spot for you to let out a shameful moan. Your hand flew to your mouth, the other clenched in a fist as you tried not to give him the reaction he wanted. Didn’t want to prove him right. Show him how curious you were. You didn’t even have it in you to fight back, not when you were on the edge, so achingly close until suddenly you weren’t anymore.

You nearly whined when he pulled his hand away, horrified at yourself, your reaction to his groping you. He grabbed each of your arms, roughly pulling them behind your back and tying your wrists together with something itchy and uncomfortable that dug painfully into your skin as you fruitlessly tried to free yourself from the secure knot he made. What the fuck did he use? Your eyes widened at the carpet burn-like sensation that’d begun to sting your skin. The roll of twine beneath the register. You used to secure some customers’ more sensitive purchases sometimes. 

Fingers and cloth forced their way into your mouth until you were gagged with the bandana Otis had pulled off of his face. He turned you around, looking you over with a slow, satisfactory nod. “I was having trouble getting over this mental block in my art. Started drivin’ me crazy. Y’know, they showed this nature documentary about a group ‘a lions a while back. How they protect and provide for their families, stalk their prey and go in for the kill–do you ever think about how we’re the only species where killing is taboo? For the rest of the animal kingdom, it’s just nature, part of the circle of life. There was a scene where the lion saw a gazelle from way across the savannah, and it was like nothing else existed except for its prey. It couldn’t rest until it tore that damn thing apart. That’s how I felt when I saw you.”

You shook your head frantically, your pleas of mercy muffled by your gag. Fat tears blurred your vision until he morphed into something monstrous, straight out of a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. 

“I ain’t gonna kill ya,” he said, roughly petting your head, “not yet anyway, that’d be a waste when I’ve barely even started.” He gave you a mean grin as he grabbed a hold of your hair by the roots. “I got a lot planned for you. Those magazines gave me a lot of ideas too.”

He lowered the gun, dragging it between your breasts and further down your abdomen until he reached the waistband of your jeans. Using his other hand, he unbuttoned and unzipped them with alarming ease, pulling them down until they fell to your ankles. Your breath hitched as he pressed the barrel of the gun against your cunt, the thin fabric of your panties the only thing stopping him from being able to slide it inside of you. 

Still, the cool metal sent a shiver through you as he rubbed it against your clit, black spots creeping into your peripheral as you hyperventilated through his sadistic experiment. He was hard. That much you knew, but what frightened you, perhaps most of all, was how wet you had become since he tied you up. Your skin still screamed against the rough twine that’d been cutting into your flesh, soon to draw blood as you kept struggling.

Your hips jerked, pressing the gun barrel closer to your pussy that was eager to betray you and clench around it if he just pushed past your panties and shoved it up there. You didn’t want him to do that, not in your right mind. But no one in your situation could be considered in their right mind, could they?

“Don’t fight it,” he encouraged gruffly, blue eyes piercing through you as he watched your knees threaten to give out as you neared orgasm. “Give the devil his due, mama.”

Your hands curled into fists, nails threatening to break through the skin of your palm. Then he did it. Slipped the barrel of the gun past your soaked cotton panties. Your brain short-circuited in a rush of terror and thrill at the sensation. You came, eyelids fluttering shut, a guttural moan tearing from your throat and pushing through your gag. Your limbs felt like ghosts, incorporeal parts of you that could only offer a vague sense of feeling compared to the sensation that overwhelmed your body, pleasure and adrenaline coursing through your veins all the same.

Gun be damned, you collapsed against the checkout counter, unable to support yourself any longer. Your chest heaved, unable to catch your breath with the now saliva-soaked bandana still shoved halfway down your throat. An astounded whine escaped your lips when he brought the gun up to his nose and sniffed. “This is it, mama. This is the devil’s salvation.”

He wasn’t making any damn sense, or your brain was too fuzzy to comprehend what he was saying. All you knew about the devil was from the Bible and that stupid Dr. Satan story people regurgitated like spoiled food. If Otis was the devil, you’d believe it, though.

The sound of a car door slamming shut made your eyes widen, and you glanced over your shoulder, your muffled screams of either help or warning to however was approaching.

“Sorry about this, darlin’. We’ll have a lot more fun later,” he said, hitting you across the face with the gun, sending you to the brink of consciousness. 

The bell on the door faintly jingled, and the last thing you remember seeing was a large, familiar figure walking towards you.

“C’mon and help me get ‘er in the car,” Otis said just as you passed out. "Don't forget the cash."

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[icycoldninja]

Hi! Sorry for the confusion, I was thinking of either dmc3 or 1 Dante.

Ah yes, thanks for clarifying. Here ya go.

Rejected (DMC3!Dante x Reader angst)

Gaining the courage to tell your crush that you love them is one of the hardest things to do, especially in your situation.

You'd been pining for the devilishly handsome devil hunter for a few years now; there was something about his arrogance and vulgarity that really charmed you and drew you in.

It took a lot of freaking out and talking to yourself, but you eventually racked up the courage--and a plan--to confess to Dante. The goal was to ambush approach him after he closed up the shop, then quickly spit out your confession before your nerves caused you to change your mind. It may have been a short and rather lame plan, but it would work--hopefully.

Feeling like a million needles were jabbing the inside of your stomach, you headed to Devil May Cry and waited outside the door, your hands clasped together so tightly, your knuckles were white. You stood there in front of the door, practically shaking with nervousness, listening to the faint sounds of footsteps clunking around inside. Soon, the lights clicked off and the door swung open, revealing the white-haired youth in all his shirtless glory. He would have walked right past you, had you not waved to him.

"Hi, Dante. Closing up for the night?" Dante turned to you, blinked, then grinned.

"Yeah, I am. It's pretty late...what are you doing here?" You cleared your throat and sucked in a deep breath, trying hard to keep your anxiousness at bay.

"I...umm...well, I have something to tell you." Dante's eyebrows shot up, his grin melted into a soft smile.

"Yeah? What's up?" You cleared your throat again, then decided to just blurt it all out before your brain shut down.

"I...like you. I mean, I have a crush on you. I...yeah, I have a crush on you." Dante was silent for some time, his blue eyes widening in shock at this revalation.

"You do? You...you like me?" You nodded excitedly, bobbing your head up and down so fast your neck clicked in several places. Dante let out a low chuckle and scratched his head, whistling awkwardly. "Well...I dunno how to tell ya this, but...I don't like you." Your head shot up and you felt your heart drop into your stomach. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words would come out; your throat felt dry and blocked up, like there was a spiky lid stuck in your esophagus. "I don't mean I hate you or anything," Dante clarified, hastily. "You're a great friend, real cool and all that, but...I don't have feelings for ya. I'm sorry."

You stared blankly at the man for a few moments, your mind prsctically spinning in every direction imaginable, your consciousness doing somersaults and cartwheels, and generally going crazy. It took you a very long time to remember you were in the presence of another human, and once the revalation returned to you, you cleared your throat and turned your back on him.

"I see," You whispered, walking away slowly. "Well...thanks for your time." Before Dante could reply, you hurried away, furiously wiping the tears spilling from your eyes. You knew you should have seen this coming, you knew it was stupid to cry, but there was no holding back your tears. Never in your life had you ever felt so hurt, so betrayed; so rejected.

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[slashv1xen]

Hi again! I'm here for a chit-chat, if you don't mind!!! Again, you don't have to answer!!!

Firstly, omg, I'm so happy that somebody also loves Otis! I wonder, do you like only him or all of the Firefly family? I like them all, because House of 1000 Corpses is like my comfort movie.

How did you get into that? Why did you start reading and writing about all this awful people? /j

What's your favourite scary movie?

hii, i would love a chat!

i love the whole firefly family but otis is my favourite character. the whole firefly trilogy are my comfort movies 😻

i first got into this fandom after begging my dad to watch the movie and omg it did NOT disappoint (also 3 from hell deserves more love).

i started reading fanfics of ho1c (otis) after watching the movies a few times but i realised that there was barely anything, so now i'm here to change that (i sound like a social activist 😭)

i have so many favourite horror movies but my favourites are probably:

ho1c, devils rejects, 3 from hell (obviously)

house of wax 2005 (bo sinclair is SO fine)

scream 1

texas chainsaw massacre

31

halloween (RZ vers.)

this was v fun to answer, ty for asking, what's ur favourite horror movies? i rlly want to watch more (particularly american psycho and black christmas). love ya x

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[myers-meadow]

Late night visit: Otis Driftwood x reader

Title: Late Night Visit (to the Firefly House)

Pairing: Otis Driftwood x gender neutral reader

Summary: Reader has a long day after a string of long days, and can only think of one person to call - Otis. They talk under the moonlight and share a cigarette. Perhaps something could grow of this yet.

Warnings: none. Teen and up rating.

Wordcount: 907

Divider by firefly-graphics

“I didn’t expect you to call,” he said, his voice deep from tiredness. I hadn’t expected him to sleep at this hour, or at all, based on what little I had seen of him previously, but perhaps I got him all wrong. I ran a hand over my tired face, felt the weight of my eyelids all the way here. It was a long day, for several reasons.

“You said I could, anytime, for any reason, and gave me your number. Now can I come in or are we going to stand here and make small talk?”

He stepped outside instead, closing the door softly behind him. “Let’s stay out.” Scratching his arm absentmindedly as he walked past me to the porch. I nodded vaguely, not as if I had much of a choice, having already come this far.

“What ya called me for?” he said, slumping down onto the wooden bench. “At 2:30 in the goddamn morning.”

The hair in the back of my neck stood on edge, realising I’d never been alone with Otis before. Not really, at least. Only saw him when I was over at Baby’s, and he was there too, even though we’d always gotten along.

“I can just go if you don’t want me here,” I said simply, keeping my voice flat and my tears at bay. He looked at me, really looked at me, squinting his eyes. Then he patted the spot next to him.

“Didn’t say that.”

So I sank down next to him with a sigh.

“Been a rough day, then?” he asked, fumbling in his pocket for a smoke. There was a single, dim, porchlight on the other side of the house, that light and that of the moon was the only light source around. The click of his lighter, twice, before he got it to spark. It illuminated his face from an odd angle, the scruff of his unshaven beard giving a strange shape for the brief second the flame existed.

“You could say that.” I leaned back and stared at everything but him. He offered me a cigarette and I took it, albeit with an awkwardness that betrayed my inexperience. “I had a really weird… date tonight.”

He looked at me from the side, exhaling smoke that hung in the damp night air. I suppressed a cough and kept my breath shallow as I took a drag of my own.

“And ya wanna talk about it? With me? Baby’s right upstairs.”

“Y’know how Baby is,” I mumbled, craning my head back to look at the stars. “She’d push me until I told her what happened, and then tease me about it. And I just need-”

“A distraction,” Otis let out an amused chuckle, shifting his posture towards me and took a second to reply. “Well, I’ll be damned…”

Feeling heat rising to my cheeks, I pressed my free hand to my face. “Not that kind of distraction, you idiot.”

“You said it was a bad date, huh?” he said, leaning back and spreading himself over the bench, ankle crossed over his knee.

“A string of bad dates or bad luck or whatever,” I sighed, leaning heavily on my knees, tapping the cigarette with my thumb to make the ashes fall off onto the floorboards. “Normally you love to talk, and now that you have a willingly listening ear you want to pry about my love life?”

“So you call me, at bumfuck AM because you wanted to hear me talk?” the distrust underlying his words cut like a dagger. Each member of the Firefly family was like that; as soon as they sense a hint of dishonesty, they retreat back into that mean exterior they wear.

“You have a nice voice and I like how your opinions are different from everybody else’s. So, we’ve not talked much, only when Baby was there to tell you to keep it to yourself. That good enough of a reason?”

“Ah, I see.” I knew he was grinning without even seeing his face. Smug bastard. “Well, come ‘ere, sugar, what ya want me to talk about?”

He pulled me to him, flattening his arm over the back rest of the bench. His eyes were softer than I expected them to be.

“Hmm, how’s the art stuff going? Baby mentioned you’d been busy.”

“Hit a bit of a block again, not well, not well. Spaulding’s been on my case for stuff for a new exhibition he’s been wantin’ to put together, but none of the folk who come by here inspire me anymore.”

“Maybe you need a new muse,” I said, an empty thing to say, but still, it was something. He was warm at my side, his hair tickled as I leaned into him, tiredness setting in.

“Hmm, maybe.”

“Or change your medium. I used to do art school, so we had to push through blocks a lot.”

He sighed, but it wasn’t a bad sigh. “Maybe you should look at it with me sometime.”

I hummed. Even though it is hard to pinpoint in hindsight when I fell asleep, this was the last of our conversation that I remembered, when I woke up on the couch inside the home, a blanket draped over me. On the coffee table was a charcoal sketch of someone who, when I looked closer, resembled me in unexpected detail. On the back was a scribble, ‘to my new muse, come find me upstairs’.

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[texasthrillbilly]

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: The Dukes of Hazzard (TV), House of 1000 Corpses (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Bo Duke, Luke Duke, Captain Spaulding, Baby Firefly, Mother Firefly, Otis B. Driftwood (House of 1000 Corpses), Tiny Firefly, Boss Hogg Summary:

The Duke boys find themselves spending an evening with the Firefly clan during a trip down to Texas. Rated M for some language, violence, and sexual situations.

It’s the season of love, so I thought I’d bring back an old fanfic I wrote that I’m actually pretty proud of. It’s set on Valentine’s Day Eve, so it’s relevant I swear!

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[angie-likes-to-art]

Fic Recs (Stranger Things Edition IV)

My semester is over and I can finally read fanfics again!! and maybe write??? All fics are fem!reader

Marvel One Two Three Harry Potter One Two Three Stranger Things One Two Three Specific Characters Tangerine Masterlist

Like a Random Tuesday in December by @bimrwolf (18+ Only)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “Reader had always had a crush on Steve, but he is not interested. Yet, when he starts to get closer to her, he realizes he made a mistake because it might be too late.”

Whip it! by @schoopsahoy

Pairing: Steve Harrington x roller-rink!Reader Summary: “steve gets forced into taking the kids to the new roller rink, but he doesn’t mind so much once he meets you. basically just steve being a massive simp for reader.”

Dazed and Confused by @caxde

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “you work on Hawkin's music shop, and Eddie is a regular costumer. Your friends (Steve and Robin mostly) help you to gain confidence and flirt with him.”

Start Me Up by @jobean12-blog (18+ Only)

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “Your car needs a major tune up but when you meet your mechanic, all you want is for him to tune you up.”

Dreaming of You by @boomhauer (18+ Only)

Pairing: Virgin!Eddie Munson x Reader Summary: “Plagued by graphic dreams about the Munson boy, you decided to see if he can make them come true.”

Sketchbook by @galaxy-siren

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Artist!Reader Request: Could I please request an Eddie x artist!reader story. Maybe he sits next to her in a couple of classes and he sees her drawing in her sketchbook and he’s just like “holy shit that really good” and he asks if he can look at some of her other drawings. She lets him forgetting that she has a couple of sketches of him.

Second Chance by @astermath

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Summary: “steve decides to ask out the girl who he keeps seeing around hawkins with her nose in a book. he’s a little surprised when he gets brutally rejected, only to find out his “king steve” era is haunting him more than he expected. he attempts to make it up to you and show you he’s changed, even if it takes him a couple of tries.”

Private Viewing by @lokis-army-77 (18+ Only)

Pairing: Camboy!Eddie Munson x Reader Summary:  “What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?”

Next Caller by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple (18+ Only)

Pairing: College!Eddie Munson x Shy!Reader Summary:  “Eddie hosts a late night radio show for his college campus, where he discusses various different topics. He's mostly known for his DnD and sex talk segments. You've been a long-time listener who works up the courage to finally call in for some help.”

Deal with the Devil (Series, Ongoing) by @hard-candy-writing (18+ Only)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader Summary: “you want to piss off your parents. eddie wants to pass his classes. so you make a deal with each other: he'll date you, you'll tutor him, and you'll both end the year happy. the catch? no falling in love. slow burn romance, enemies to friends to lovers, fake dating, don't fall in love. fic takes place in 1984-85.”

#fic rec #steve harrington fic #eddie munson fic #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #steve harrington imagine #eddie munson imagine #steddie imagine #steve harrington x you #eddie munson x you #steddie x you #stranger things #stranger things fic rec #stranger things fan fic #stranger things imagine #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #steddie smut

[dayseternal-blog]

days!! i have seen you answering some fic asks again. is it okay to ask you some of your recommended omegaverse naruhina fanfics? thank you and have a nice day :’) 🧡

:D Omegaverse 💖

NaruHina Omegaverse

"Hinata (Sweet)" from "Chicken Ramen for the Pervert's Soul" by @wickermayne - Rated E, A/B/O AU, One-shot. I don't explain shit about A/B/O, either you understand or you won't get this at all lol. Also, probably the closest thing I'll write to dubious consent with Naruto as the lead.

“Alpha” from “NaruHina Erotica Oneshots" by Makuro767 - Rated E, A/B/O Canon-Divergent AU, Three-shot. Naruto bit Hinata…that’s not a good thing…or is it?

"Shinobi" from "NaruHina Erotica Oneshots" by Makuro767 - Rated E, A/B/O AU, One-shot. Hyuuga Hinata is a human student of Shinobi History visiting the Shinobi Settlement; Konoha, when she met the Alpha Shinobi Uzumaki Naruto who showed an intense interest into making her his Omega.

“A fate worse than death” by Caelestia - A/B/O Canon-Divergent, One-shot.  Naruto, improperly socialized and traumatized as a child, rejects his inner Alpha, which has devastating consequences on his family and marriage.  “A risky bet” is its fluffier follow-up (One-shot).

“When the Devil Picks Up a Stray” by callmesenorita - Rated E, A/B/O Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Hinata, an Omega, questions buried feelings when she decides to help a childhood friend who has adopted a new persona under the name Menma. Although their attraction is instant he is no longer the Naruto she once knew, and soon enough Hinata is thrust into a dangerous yakuza conspiracy. DELETED FIC

"Afire" by vortexlove777 - Rated E, A/B/O Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. An omega moves next door to a very troubled bachelor alpha. Childhood friends meet again and form an alliance while trying to help their mutual friends out. But when the Hyuugas intend on forcing the heiress into a marriage, Namikaze Naruto finally decides to make his move and put his claim on her.

"lovely" by Mdaughter - Rated E, A/B/O Modern AU, One-shot (?). When his childhood crush reappeared 12 years after she disappeared and asked him to help him. Naruto didn't expect his life to be shook up like that. What the hell is happening to him right now ?

and there's mine:

“Sweet As” from “Needs & Wants” - Alpha/Omega Modern AU, One-shot. Hinata gives Naruto candy on Valentine’s, and he develops a crush early-on.

“Lovesick” - Rated E, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Hinata’s dealt with the difficulties of her designation. She’s sealed. She’s fought off rowdy Alphas. She’s always prepared for hot days. She wasn’t ready for Naruto to come-of-age. He wasn’t ready, either.

Those are all the ones I could find!! If anyone knows more, please add them!

#anon #naruhina fanfic recs #naruhina smut #naruhina a/b/o #naruhina omegaverse

[spicybylerpolls]

Hey all! Welcome to spicy byler polls, where we post polls for the byler community to answer that are, you guessed it, spicy. Basically any polls you wouldn't submit to the main byler polls account, and any polls you'd feel too afraid to ask on your own blog.

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[amethystina]

Hi hi, I was drooling all over the tags of Who holds the devil again and I remembered to ask if the kidnapping will refer to Ga On? Or if it's a big spoiler then maybe you could please tell if we'll see protective Yo Han because you write his feelings so well I just can't get enough or over it, you're so talented.

I wouldn't call it a big spoiler, exactly, since I think most people can (correctly) guess that it refers to Ga On xD I mean, what kind of BL fanfic would this be if it was someone else? Gotta check all those dramatic romance boxes!

That said, I will repeat what I've said before, which is that it won't happen anytime soon and, if I were you, there are other tags I would be more worried about. But that's just me ;)

As for Yo Han being protective, that will feature quite heavily as a part of another plot thread long before the kidnapping tag comes into play. And I do mean protective as in full-on Abyss — with all the violence and ruthlessness that entails. To be honest, one of the scenes I look forward to writing the most right now is the culmination of that whole plotline. Partly because writing Yo Han when he's like that is so much fun, but also because Ga On will do what Ga On does best.

That's to say: Place himself in front of Yo Han and be the immovable object to slow down the unstoppable force.

And it will be delicious.

Because with all that Ga On has learned about Yo Han at that point, he's going to realise that the best way to calm Yo Han's desire for vengeance — and remind him of his humanity — isn't to get preachy or aggressive and demand he stop. It's to go soft and vulnerable and needy and a little desperate and just say:

"Please come back to me."

... I think we ALL know Yo Han won't stand a fucking chance.

So you've got that to look forward to, I guess ;)

And thank you so much! I have a lot of fun with Yo Han's emotions, not going to lie. He's got a pretty unique way of both showing and dealing with them and it's particularly interesting to try and convey that from an outside POV (Ga On's in this case). Because even if Ga On is correct in his observation the majority of the time, there are still times when he misses certain details. He often gives Yo Han the benefit of the doubt when he maybe shouldn't, for example x'D

Like, there are times in this story when Yo Han may seem kind, caring, and vulnerable but, in reality, something COMPLETELY different is happening inside his head.

Chapter 39 was actually a good example of that, specifically when Yo Han was pressing his thumb against the scar on his palm. Ga On automatically assumed that had to mean Yo Han was in pain, but that's not it at all. Not even close. Pressing the scar (which was first established in The Gentle Light, which I wrote over a year ago now) has become Yo Han's way of curbing his less-than-moral impulses when it comes to how he approaches his and Ga On's relationship.

Yo Han wasn't pressing the scar because it hurt (though he does have flashes of psychosomatic pain, too) but because he needed to remind himself not to do what he ACTUALLY wanted. Which certainly wasn't to resign himself to being rejected and go: "Then I won't."

In that moment, Yo Han wanted to claim and possess — not surrender.

And it was a struggle for him to choose the path he knew Ga On wanted him to.

In short, both Yo Han's protectiveness and possessiveness are sometimes hidden in the small things he does, which might not always be apparent to Ga On or the reader. Remember that Ga On is an unreliable narrator and while he is astoundingly good at reading Yo Han sometimes, not even he sees all.

And that, on the whole, Yo Han is a lot more vicious and immoral than Ga On wants to admit. It may not be as apparent now that Yo Han is without a revenge quest and more focused on doting on his family, but it's by no means gone. Just dormant.

The Abyss will never fully stop abyssing.

(Yes, I am definitely making this fic and the characterisation unnecessarily complex with breadcrumbs sprinkled across stuff I've written literal years ago — thank you for asking)

#Amethystina Replies #Anonymous #Who Holds the Devil #I almost feel like you all are going to be disappointed when the kidnapping eventually shows up in the story #I'm not sure if it's going to be as amazing as you all seem to hope >_> #I mean #I WILL be dramatic #But a lot of you are REALLY looking forward to it #And I feel like I'll disappoint you #But that might be because I know how it'll all play out I guess #And have for at least the past two years #So it's not very exciting to me xD

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

I got a lil idea with Otis with a s/o that likes to were a beauty headband with bunny ears to keep they hair out of there face when there drawing or relaxing 👀👀👀 feel like it would be a recipe for trouble lol

-❤️‍🔥

Rabbit

a/n: omg you have NO IDEA how much i love this!! thank you so much for this i had so too much fun writing it! <3

pairing: otis x afab!reader

warnings: smut, oral sex (m receiving), otis calls reader 'rabbit', no pronouns used but it's implied that reader has long hair

word count: 407

"What the fuck is that thing?" Otis asked, tugging at the bunny ears on your head.

"It's a headband," you simply told him, readjusting it. "It keeps the hair out of my face."

"Oh yeah? Well ain't it just convenient that they're little bunny ears," he smirked, toying with the ears again.

"Otis," you warned. "Where is this going?"

"It's going somewhere good is where it's going," he mused, crushing you under the weight of his stare.

"And what's your definition of good?"

You knew there was no way you could say no to him, and you could absolutely see where this was going, but you were more interested in seeing how long you could drag this out.

He leaned back on the bed, opening his legs slightly, an amused grin on his face as he looked down at his crotch. "Come on, rabbit, I know you want to."

"Want to what?" You teased, shifting closer to him on the bed. "I ain't doing nothing 'till you tell me."

Otis simply looked down at his crotch again, like that would somehow serve as a decent enough answer. And it did, but you weren't about to tell him that.

You swung your leg over his waist, straddling his lap, unable to hide your amusement as you leaned down to press a kiss to his neck.

"Am I getting closer?" You asked, your breath hot against his skin, your lips twisting into a smirk.

A dissatisfied sigh fell from his lips, as he dug his fingers into your thighs. "I ain't playin' no games, rabbit."

"Who said it was a game?" You questioned. "I was only askin' if I was close."

In response, he pushed his fingers harder into your thighs, making sure you knew he wasn't interested in messing around.

You sighed. "Fine, I'll suck your fuckin' dick."

You scooted down his body slightly, opening his pants, and soon enough, you had your hand wrapped around his dick.

"You know, I expect a certain level of enthusiasm when it comes to these things," Otis said. "And you don't look very enthusiastic."

You didn't bother to answer him as you wrapped your lips around his tip, his hips jerking beneath you from the sudden motion.

As you took him into your mouth, you could feel him playing with the bunny ears on your head, quiet groans falling from his lips.

"That's right," he muttered, petting your head. "That's right."

[ Main Masterlist ]

#otis driftwood #otis b driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood smut #otis driftwood x you #otis driftwood oneshot #otis driftwood imagine #otis driftwood fanfic #house of 1000 corpses #the devil's rejects #3 from hell

[venus-haze]

Watch It Bring You To Your Knees (Baby Firefly x Reader)

Summary: You should've never told your boyfriend to pick up the hitchhiker on the side of the road...right?

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. Happy Femslash February y’all! Anyway, don’t interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. Kidnapping. Sexually explicit content that involves extremely dubious consent, elements of petplay, sadism, degradation, spanking, oral sex (f. receiving), boot riding. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Baby Firefly was the most obnoxious, irritating, nasty bitch you’d ever had the displeasure of running into in your life. To make the situation you found yourself in worse, you were the one who told your boyfriend to pick up the hitchhiking woman, even though he wanted to keep driving. You supposed you were better off with her than with Otis, though. Your boyfriend’s anguished screams from down the hall put every horror movie you ever watched to shame. Baby wasn’t shy about using a knife, you had plenty of cuts of varying depth to show for it, but your last stupid burst of courage had yet to rear its ugly head as she gleefully snapped a dog collar around your neck.

“Okay, now sit!” she ordered.

You were silent, sending the meanest glare you could muster to her. As if it’d make a difference.

“C’mon, be a good puppy and sit!”

“Fuck you.” You spat in her face.

Your cheek stung with the force she used to backhand you, taking advantage of your moment of disorientation to press her knife against your throat. 

“I should cut your fucking tongue out for that,” she hissed, her nose touching yours. “But you did tell your dumbass boyfriend to pick me up.” She regarded you silently for a moment. “You still gotta pay.”

She hauled you up by your collar, choking you in the process. You fruitlessly clawed at her hand, but she didn’t release you until you were bent over her lap in front of her vanity, chest burning as she grabbed your ass cheeks. 

“I think ten is good to start, don’t you?”

“Ten?” you breathed hoarsely.

“Nah, you’re right, twenty-five’s more like it.”

Your eyes widened.

She grinned, slapping her hand against your ass. She did so again, harder, causing you to gasp in pain. “Hey dummy, it don’t count if you don’t count,” she taunted, spanking you again. “So count.”

“One.”

“There ya go!” 

At ten, she claimed her hand was sore, and you thought you were getting off easy. Except she grabbed a hairbrush from her vanity, each spank with that stinging even worse than her hand. You could barely choke out the number when it snapped in half against your welted asscheek at twenty-one.

You knew better by then to expect her to give you a break. She simply shrugged, throwing the broken hair brush aside and going back to spanking you with her hand. By the time you reached twenty-five, hot tears rolled down your face, both in pain and embarrassment at how wet you’d gotten. Each time you squirmed in her lap, you could feel your wetness slicking up your inner thighs.

She scratched her nails against your raw skin, giggling when you whimpered in pain. Her hand drifted between your thighs, her fingers prodding at your wet pussy. “I guess that wasn’t much of a punishment, was it? Feels like you liked it a lot.” She slipped two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a frustratingly slow pace. You moaned, rutting against her hand to try to get more friction. She hummed, curling her fingers inside you. Your pussy clenched around her fingers. Fuck, you were close, you were so fucking–“I think you still need to show me how sorry you are for bein’ so rude.”

A whine caught in your throat when she pulled her hand away, instead grabbing you by the collar and pushing you onto your knees in front of her. She shimmed out of her panties, throwing them aside and opening her legs. You looked from her pussy to her face, eyes wide in disbelief. She couldn’t really expect you to–

“Don’t go all prude on me. If you’re gonna run your mouth, you’re gonna put it to good use,” she said, before cruelly adding, “Just pretend you’re kissin’ your little boyfriend.”

With a shaky breath, you leaned in, too slowly for Baby’s liking, because she gripped the back of your head and pushed your face against her pussy. Your nose brushed her clit as you tentatively licked between her folds. You didn’t want to make her feel good, she didn’t deserve it, even if she was hot, but she’d do a hell of a lot worse than spank your ass raw if you didn’t do what you were told this time 

You tried thinking about what you liked when your boyfriend actually went down on you, what you wanted him to do when he did. You dragged your tongue up her pussy until you reached her clit, giving it a few flicks before closing your lips around it, the lewd sound of you sucking her wet cut mixed with her moans, sending a rush of pleasure down your spine.

You reached between your legs, rubbing your clit, sloppily moaning against Baby’s pussy. She was practically riding your face at that point, though she got wise to her suddenly doing most of the heavy lifting. “Uh-uh, this is the only way you’re gonna cum,” she sneered, shoving her dirty cowboy boot between your legs. “C’mon, hump it like a good little bitch.”

With a shaky breath, you rubbed yourself against it, finding your rhythm more quickly than you cared to admit. Your calves ached the harder you grinded against Baby’s boot, but pleasure curled its tendrils through your abdomen, beckoning you closer to release. 

“Tell me my boot feels better than any dick you’ve let in your cunt.” When you moved away from her pussy to speak, she grabbed you by the hair. “Use your fingers, stupid, don’t leave me hangin’.” You nodded, fingering her in the absence of your mouth. She moaned, “Now say it.”

“Your boot–” She flexed her foot, pushing it against your pussy, the pressure hitting your clit at just the right spot to make your hips jerk. “Fuck–your boot feels better than any dick I’ve let in my cunt.”

“Now say, ‘Thank you for letting me your slut, Baby.’”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Thank you for letting me be your slut, Baby.”

She moaned, rolling her hips against your hand. Her fingers dug into the back of your head, pushing your face against her pussy again. You didn’t need to be told that time, your tongue lapping her up while rubbing circles against her clit. Static filled your brain as you tried to focus on Baby’s pleasure and your own, the two seeming to converge as she came on your tongue with a high-pitched whine, soaking your face. At the same time, her boot rubbed harder against your aching cunt, sending you over the edge as you clung to her leg, your wet face pressed against her thigh as you hopelessly rode out your orgasm on her boot. 

You couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed, not when you were seeing stars and she was probably the last person you were ever gonna see anyway. Fuck, if she was gonna kill you, at least you got the best orgasm of your life first.

“Will you two keep it the fuck down?” Otis shouted through the door, shattering the salacious haze you’d gotten lost in.

“Mind your fucking business!” Baby yelled back, grabbing the nearest object from her vanity and throwing it at the wall. “Perv!” Though she shouted that with a smile.

When she pulled her boot out from under you, she snickered as she kicked her foot around, watching how your juices glistened against the leather. “You liked that a lot, huh?” A grin spread across her face. “I’m gonna have to keep you around a while.”

#baby firefly x reader #house of 1000 corpses #the devil's rejects #baby firefly #slasher x reader #slasher fandom #slasher community #slasher fanfic #it's kind of sick how quickly i wrote this but i support women's rights and women's wrongs so

[celestialcrowley]

Tagged by: @skinnyscottishbloke — eeee, thank you!! 💚

Last song: Move Along — The All-American Rejects. An oldie. One of the many songs in my disaster playlist.

Last film: The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It. Well, it’s the last one I actually watched from start to finish. There was one after that, but it was dumb, and I wasn’t paying attention to it.

Currently reading: Good Omens fanfic, which I’m behind on, shhh.

Currently watching: Broadchurch. It’s so good! I’m hella hooked. I’m on season 1 at this time.

Currently consuming: Chips & salsa.

Currently craving: Peanut butter. 😂

No pressure tags: @sad-chaos-goblin @ineffabildaddy @bildads-shoes @belladonna413 @phoen1xr0se @tragic-cosmic-magic @shadesofdeviant @angie-aj

#the ghost speaks

[icycoldninja]

Masterlist

Last updated: 03, 05, 2024

About me

Fluffcember 2023

DEVIL MAY CRY:

Dante:

Tired (Fluff)

Period headcannons

Pregnant (fluffy fanfic + headcannons)

Dirty talk headcannons

Ditching Prom (NSFW)

Fatherhood headcannons

Pregnancy care headcannons

Wedding day (fluff)

Nightmares (Angst/fluff)

Half angel SO headcannons

Cuddling headcannons

Ninja girlfriend headcannons

Childbirth comfort headcannons

Shadows of the past (angst/fluff/slight smut)

Forbidden Love

Dense (Funny-ish fluff)

Eating Pussy (NSFW)

NSFW alphabet

What's under there? (Smut kinda)

Perturbation (angst)

A problem (NSFW)

Strawberry panties (Suggestive, not quite NSFW)

S/O with teeth insecurities

Size kink headcannons (sfw & nsfw)

New pajamas (fluff)

Fated (angst)

Quiet night in (fluff)

Don't hurt yourself (angst)

Miscarriage comfort headcannons (angst)

Owning a cat headcannons

Hot (Yandere Dante)

Valentine’s Date

Caught a cold (fluff)

Rejected (angst)

Home invasion

Vergil:

I'll love you forever (Angst/NSFW)

Warm-up (Fluff)

Nsfw alphabet

Disquietude (angst)

S/O with teeth insecurities

Hot (Yandere Vergil)

NSFW headcannons

I'll hold you (angst/fluff)

S/O who stares a lot headcannons

Half-angel S/O headcannons

Nero:

Anxiety (angst)

S/O with teeth insecurities

NSFW headcannons

Half-angel S/O headcannons

V:

Hysteria (angst)

Dating headcannons

Nsfw alphabet

FINAL FANTASY VII:

Sephiroth:

Beauty day headcanons

S/O making them wear a dress headcanons

Anything for my baby (fluff)

Thanksgiving with S/O headcannons

Those eyes (angst)

Genesis:

Beauty day headcanons

S/O making them wear a dress headcanons

Attention (Fluff)

Thanksgiving with S/O headcannons

Dating headcannons

Angeal:

Beauty day headcanons

S/O making them wear a dress headcanons

Dating headcannons

Thanksgiving with S/O headcannons

Reno:

Dating Reno headcannons

A great misunderstanding (Yandere Reno x reader)

Kadaj:

Reunion (angst)

Final Fantasy 9:

Kuja:

They'd warned you (Yandere Kuja x reader)

Gone (angst)

Metal Gear (MG)

Raiden:

Pregnancy headcannons (fluff)

Pregnancy headcannons part 2 (fluff)

Pregnancy headcannons part 3 (fluff)

Childbirth headcannons (fluff)

Fatherhood headcannons (fluff)

Safe (angst/fluff)

Half Cyborg headcannons (sfw and nsfw)

NSFW headcannons

Succumb (NSFW)

Dominance (NSFW)

Eating pussy (NSFW)

Good boy (NSFW)

S/O who was man-made (angst)

I'm gonna a be a dad?!

S/O with a size difference kink

MGS2! NSFW alphabet

Mommy (NSFW)

Pregnant and horny (NSFW)

Bangin' in the shower (NSFW)

He picked Rose (angst)

Besotted (fluff)

Chilling out (fluff)

Cramps (hurt/comfort)

Misc:

If Vergil and Sephiroth met headcannons

How to use their, there, and they're

If Leon Kennedy and Dante met headcannons

Rapunzel (Sephiroth x Cloud)

#masterlist #Icycoldninja writes #Icycoldninja's masterlist #Dmc #Ffvii #Ff9 #Multifandom #Multifandom writer #Requests open #Your requests are my motivation #Mgr #Mgs

[slashv1xen]

intro post / master list ♥️

hi everyone, i’m a fanfic writer who writes for horror characters/slashers and anyone i’m head over heels for.

things i don’t write for: anything NSFW, male reader (only female or gender neutral)

i write for these characters (this will be edited)

otis driftwood (ho1c, devils rejects, 3 from hell)

otis x tomboy reader (oneshot + headcannons - SFW)

otis reacts to reader who doesn’t care they’ll die (oneshot + headcannons - SFW)

dating otis headcannons - fluff + SFW

otis comforting reader

otis tries to kidnap reader but the reader is as crazy as him (oneshot - fem!reader)

bo sinclair (house of wax 2005)

bo’s reaction to you flinching

dating bo headcannons - fluff + SFW

pov: you’re comforting bo after he’s being emotional

pov: bo sees you playing the piano the for the first time

incorrect quotes - dating bo sinclair

patrick bateman (american psycho)

patrick bateman headcannons - SFW

simon ‘ghost’ riley (call of duty)

ghost headcannons - SFW

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher x you #bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax (2005) #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #the devils rejects #3 from hell #otis driftwood x reader #fanfiction #american psycho #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman x you #devils rejects #slasher #fem!reader #ho1c #headcannons #simon riley x reader

[deadlymagicbeans]

Hi! Can you please write some hcs about Dante and Vergil (seperately) slowly developing feelings for reader, who's their friend and colleague? Can't help it, I'm a sucker for that friends to lovers dynamic 🥺

I really enjoyed your writing style, it's so cute and fluffy and perfect for this kind of stuff! Hope you'll have fun with my request and thank you 💕

*Hey Anon! I would love too! Friends to Lovers is one of my fave fanfic tropes out there (next to enemies to lovers hehe), Thanks for the request! - Bean*

Devil May Cry: Dante, Vergil Friends to Lovers with Reader

*Reader has Gender neutral pronouns*

Dante:

Friends to Dante are few and far between, but what friends he does have he cherishes them like his family even though they might get on his nerves a lot (Mostly Lady and her reminding him about his unpaid debts whoops)

So when you showed up one day replying to the ad he put out for an a assistant of sorts to help him actually run his business, he was shocked. just shocked that someone even responded to his ad in first place and even more that you both get along very well.

Dante being Dante, he tends to not open up to someone unless he can trust them fully and knows them for a long period of time. but with you it just seemed so natural.

With Dante's feelings about you it's a slow burn, but he will catch onto what's going on with him after a few months. Him having feelings for his friend? this can't be happening, right? He thinks he's too old for crushes' but here he is like a lost puppy following you around while you do your work.

In the end you'd have to confess as poor old Dante thinks if he did he'd get instantly rejected. but once you let your feelings known good luck getting rid of him as this man will never leave your side after you confess <3.

Vergil:

Vergil can count on less than one hand how many friends he has, So pretty much none (unless you count Dante, which Vergil wouldn't). So getting to be friends with him is near enough impossible, but look at you, you conquered the impossible.

Like with Dante's version, Vergil would meet you after you start working at Devil May Cry. He thinks nothing of it at first, just another pest in Dante's life he'd have to deal with. Until you approach him one day about the book he was reading, at first he was annoyed his quiet time was disturbed but then you both find out how much you have in common. This makes him conflicted about you which was the first step of you both getting closer.

He's a very very guarded person so when you guys are friends his guard is always still up and ready to bail at anytime but overtime he learns to trust you which can take a long time.

When Vergil started having feelings for you, he notices right away and wants to push those away. They'll only cause trouble over time and as much as he appreciates you in his life he just couldn't put you with the trouble of being with the son of Sparda. So he does the only thing he knows how and that is too push you away.

After a few weeks you noticing him pulling away you confront him on his behaviour, which leads to Vergil accidently confessing to you to shut you up about what was causing the distance. Much to Vergil's surprise and secret delight you accept his feelings. Now that he has you, he just has to figure how a romantic relationship works..

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