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imagine waking up in enjin’s room, the spot where his back’s usually pressed up against you feeling unusually empty. he doesn’t like getting up whenever the two of you are in bed together, so this was a little unusual.
but when you look up and blink the sleep away, he’s sat at the desk in his room, back facing you and grumbling away at something underneath his breath.
his shirt’s still off from last night.
the gorgeous map of his tattoos are on full display— the ones you’ve traced multiple times in light and in dark. they’re captivating, from the two black dots at the nape of his neck to the smooth zigzags and swirls that adorn his body. the sight itself makes your mouth water already.
you find yourself staring a little longer than you would’ve allowed yourself to, and you only notice when enjin turns his head to check in on you.
a crooked grin greets you, dimples flashing. “good morning to you, gorgeous. enjoying the show?”
you blink once before darting your gaze away. “you could say something like that.” a deep chuckle comes from his chest, and he moves from the desk over to you. “cute.”
and then his stupid self decides that it’d be a good idea to lay his whole body on top of you, humming into your neck and crushing you underneath.
“enjin, get the hell off me,” you wheeze, smacking his bare back, which does absolutely nothing. “no.” he says simply, pressing multiple pecks into the crook of your neck.
you sigh in defeat, knowing that there’s not much else you can do about the ridiculously large man on top of you. but he’s your ridiculously large man.
your arms come to wrap around him, embracing his warmth, and you can swear you feel his smile spread against your skin. he lifts his head up and meets his lips with yours, a sweet, soft thing.
he pulls away with a dreamy sigh. “i love mornings with you.”
hi umbreakerz im procrastinating like crazzyyy. i’ll try to have something out within the next few days!
ᢉ𐭩 — you’re sad, huh? your enjin to the rescue <3
cw: smut, minors dni! enjin calls himself daddy once (he is), soft enjin bc imm a sucker
a/n: this ended up being longer than i thought it’d be. anyway enjin can you baby me too or what
a long day had ended up with you curled beneath your comforter, back against the headboard with your knees up to your chest. tears trailing down your cheeks, chest jerking with every little hiccup that you take.
little hiccups and sobs barely bounce off of your walls while you attempt to conceal yourself. every occurence today left you with something worse to deal with, and you could only handle so much before you ended up snapping.
two sharp raps suddenly fill the room and is followed by the sound of your door creaking open. you don’t look up, but you know it’s enjin. no one knocks like he does anyway.
he’s scanning the room for you meticulously, and he stops in his tracks when he sees you all curled up inside yourself, shoulders shaking lightly. smile wiped immediately.
“enjin.” you mumble his name quietly, voice worn and practically raw with the lack of use. your head barely turns to meet his eyes.
he silent for a second, taking in your form with an unspoken emotion in his face, something that twists a knife in his chest. “oh, baby,” he cooes, voice gentle enough to avoid worsening your mood. he’s quietly striding towards the edge of your bed, kicking his boots off and quickly getting in beside you. “what’s wrong?”
you sniffle and stay quiet a moment before answering. “just didn’t have a good day.” he hums, arms finding their way around you and tugging you into his lap. “i’m sorry, gorgeous. the world’s being mean to you today, huh? stupid world.”
you don’t have a proper response nor the energy to giggle at his stupid comment, but your head nods weakly in the crook of his neck, your tears beginning to subside in the warmth of him. a large hand begins to caress the top of your head, running fingers through your locks.
a gentle kiss and a huff of breath graces your skin. “shh, now. daddy’s here, yeah? just relax. i’ll help you feel better.”
he feels you go limp in his arms, trusting your entire body with him.
addictively warm and tattooed hands find purchase on your hips, guiding your hips over his clothed cock in agonizingly slow glides. when a whimper slips past your lips, enjin swallows them with gentle kisses. “i’m here, darling. not going anywhere.”
your arms find their way around his neck properly, anchoring yourself to him while he attends to you in the reverence you adore so much.
one hand trails to unbuckle his belt, letting his half-hard dick spring out and soon works to lift up your skirt just enough to grant him better access. “you okay, love?” he makes sure to check in on you, and only continues once you nod your head. “keep going.” your voice’s breathy, a small noise.
the same hand trails underneath your waistband and panties, coating his fingers in your slick that’s already started to accumulate. he groans lightly, amber darkening in the dim light of your room. “look at you.” his head tilts up to meet yours and sets himself against the backboard. “just relax, okay? i’ll take care of you.”
“don’t gotta do anything.” enjin pulls your panties to the side, lining himself up with your entrance before gently sinking in, slowly moving your hips down on top of him. a ragged moan is torn from your and his lips, overshadowing the sadness you were just feeling.
he lets you adjust to him before slowly moving, using your hips to sensually fuck you on top of him without you needing to lift a finger. a gentleman he is. he lifts you slowly and back down in the same, slow pace, a too sweet vanilla way to ride him.
you bury your head deeper into his neck, eyes shutting with pleasure. “en..” you whine. he shushes you, planting little kisses everywhere that he can reach.
“you’re doing great, angel. my pretty baby, i don’t like seeing you sad.” his voice is laced in velvet, a sweet honey that coats your very insides. “y’know it makes me feel upset seeing you like this. gotta cheer you up.”
his words hit your core in the best possible way. you’re practically cockdrunk on him, the exhaustion from your crying hitting you while enjin’s still stuffing you full. “s’good.” you slur, and enjin lets out a sigh of approval. “good, baby. i love making you feel good.” he grunts out, tone strained with pleasure.
you allow your eyes to flutter shut for a second. even while he chases his high, he doesn’t pick up the pace. keeps it at the slow tempo that keeps you lulled between peace and pure ecstasy. you’re not trying to chase it, either. just letting the orgasm come to you.
though, enjin can tell you’re getting close with the way your walls tighten around him, along with your arms enveloping his neck. “just a little longer, sweetie. such a good girl.” his praises were always top tier, but it just feels so much better when you’re feeling down.
“en—jinnn,” you moan his name, fucking yourself weakly back onto him with his help. “mhm, i’m here. i got you.” your thighs shake, and your orgasm washes over you with a cry. he’s still fucking you through it, prolonging the pleasure before you feel his ropes coat your walls with a shaky moan.
“yeah, that’s it.” the riding turns into gentle grinding, eventually coming to an end. a gentle hand tilts your chin up, and you’re met with enjin’s gaze. “feel better?”
you muster a small smile, eyes half-lidded with sleep. “better.”
enjin’s smile widens at the sight of your own, leaning in with a gentle peck to your lips. “there’s my girl. now c’mon, boo. you could use a nap.”
hii umbreakerzzz
idk what i should work on and release for tmrw/monday, wanna pick ? 🫣
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slow dancing in the dark — dabi
fire in my heart — hawks
something else that i cannot tell you guys yet 👀👀
ok!! so i see what has won 👀 can’t tell you guys what it is, it’s a secret that’s going to be postponed for now until some issues get cleared!!
but until then, i will finish fire in my heart first and then slow dancing in the dark and post what i can <3
i wanna be between dabi and hawks right now pls pls plslsls
^^^ all the emotions running thru me
hii umbreakerzzz
idk what i should work on and release for tmrw/monday, wanna pick ? 🫣
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slow dancing in the dark — dabi
fire in my heart — hawks
something else that i cannot tell you guys yet 👀👀
Hello! I love your netflix devil may cry works! And i wanted to make a request if thats okay!
Can you write something about vergil with a soft shy s/o? I just think that would be adorable!
Vergil really gives vibes of someone who is very devoted and loyal, and this probably would translate as protectiveness and gentleness towards his beloved, specially if reader is someone who gets easily overwhelmed by people like dante and lady.
I just love soft vergil with soft reader:')
hiii!! i live for this kind of trope so let’s get into it !! walk with me lovely 💞
a/n: gn! reader :)
vergil’s life pretty much revolved around being strong enough to be able to protect what he cares for.
so when the shy, pretty you came into his life, it was a set mission to do anything and everything to make sure that you were comfortable.
when you wanted something but could not put it into proper words, he’d do it for you. if you were uncomfortable with someone you’re around, he’s putting himself in between. your knight in shining armor, basically.
if you’d go out somewhere that required talking, he’d usually take over for you. remembers everything that you prefer or like so you won’t have to order it if you go out somewhere.
there was a time when vergil brought you to see his brother and his “friend” lady, he could immediately sense when your unease had started to climb. you liked the two of them, no doubt, but their dynamic and personalities clashing just wasn’t something you were used to.
they’d tease and argue about the tiniest little things, and as amusing as it could be, a part of you feared that it could escalate to the worst.
you’re sat on the couch with vergil by your side, watching dante and lady get into one of their shenanigans. your knee’s bouncing, and to your luck, and vergil notices it almost immediately.
he leans into your ear, breath warm and almost soothing. “you okay?” you answer with a nod, but you’re not so sure yourself.
vergil takes the initiative to scoot just a bit closer to where your hips touch, sliding one large hand onto your knee. his warmth soothes your nerves successfully, and you find yourself leaning into his side.
“thank you.” you mumble, and your man just squeezes your knee in response. the rest of that night, he would only raise his voice if it began to affect you.
yeah, your man doesn’t play about you.
even when the two of you are just home together, he’s always considerate about the way he touches you or shows affection. you’re his priority, and he’ll make sure that you feel safe.
the night’s fallen over the sky, and you wanted to cuddle your boyfriend, but… you had no way of literally telling him without imploding.
you’re sat on the edge of the bed while vergil’s drying his hair in the bathroom mirror after a shower. “vergil.” your voice cuts through the comfortable silence.
his eyes meet yours in the mirror. “mhm?”
you can’t find the words in the moment. your mouth opens, closes not a moment after. “i, uhm..” he seems to understand what you want, putting his towel aside and walking towards you.
“do you need something?” he stops in front of you, cerulean searching your eyes. you don’t say anything, but you stretch your arms out as a hint.
without another word, vergil’s hauling you into his arms, replacing your spot on the bed with himself and adjusting you in his lap. his arms wrap around your frame, chin on top of your head. “is this okay?”
“mm.” you hum in approval, slowly snaking your arms around his midsection. he smells clean with a slightest hint of cologne, a perfect mix in your nostrils.
vergil places a few kisses to your hairline in your silence, enjoying you in his arms. “i got you,” he murmurs softly, hands beginning to roam, caress, and graze parts of you with a reverence that makes your chest ache.
“if you want me to stop, i can, okay?” he points out, but you don’t want him to. you only tug him a little closer, safe in his embrace.
you can’t see it, but the ghost of a smile graces his lips. you’re his precious little treasure, and he’d be damned to let anyone disrespect you.
guys oh my GOD
they look so so good 🥹!! BUT DAMNNN.
look at enjin oh my god. 2 DAYS AFTER I POSTED 2P MIND YOU
BOOO
AAAAH USER TOKKUSHIN !?
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enjin x f! reader
ᢉ𐭩 — your boyfriend enjin is missing! but when you find him, something’s wrong…
a/n: 2p enjin hmu!!!
it’s one of your off days at cleaner’s hq, to which you’re content with just lazing around for the entirety of the day. team akuta’s got their day off, too, but something just doesn’t sit right with you.
their leader has been m.i.a. like, all day.
usually by now, enjin would be lazed on top of you, saying anything and everything to get underneath your skin. but his sudden absence and the fact that he’s quiet, no less, is worrying enough on his own.
so, you make the decision to go find your boyfriend. maybe semiu’s seen him.
“semiuuuu.” you call her name.
her gaze darts up to you, back to her adult magazine as she closes it, before back up to you. “what’s up?”
“have you seen enjin?”
she’s quiet for a moment, contemplating your question before shaking her head. “mm-mm. i haven’t seen him since this morning. but i did see him talking to bro earlier.”
“kay, thanks,” you throw over your shoulder, your feet immediately moving you to wherever bro may be. if you know him, he’s definitely with his team, team child. a team of little powerful monsters.
you wander the halls for a moment before finding him watching over dear and guita in the training room. his eyes find yours when you walk in, offering his gentle smile.
“hey, what brings you here?”
you give him a smile identical to his own. “hey bro, have you seen enjin?” you ask.
“i was just with him, actually.” he replies. “i heard him say that he was going to be in the common room.” typical enjin, wandering wherever his feet take him.
you head towards the common room once you give your gratitude to bro, pushing the doors to the common room open. the sight before you makes your breath hitch.
the team’s there. zanka, riyo, and rudo are all doing their own thing, dwelling in each other’s presences. but there’s someone there who’s completely different.
enjin.
he’s leaning against the wall, but instead of his golden locks, there’s raven in its place. amber is replaced with ruby red. his earrings are also red, and his tattoos are different— black in red instead of red in black. and the cherry on top?
his choker’s blue. since when are the chokers blue!?
“what the hell?”
all eyes in the room turn towards you.
riyo’s eyebrows quirk up. “what’s up with you? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “i might as well have,” you murmur. “enjin, what…”
his eyes narrow at you. “what? it’s just me.”
huh, his personality’s a little different too. a bit feistier than usual. “no it’s not.” you deny.
“what does that mean?” he barks.
“who are you and what have you done to my enjin??”
everyone’s staring at you like you grew two heads and four ears. zanka’s the next one to speak up. “he’s the same enjin. you sure you okay? didn’t hit your head?”
“how are you going to look at him and tell me he’s the same? he’s completely different!” you exclaim. “his hair’s black, his eyes are red, his tattoos are literally inverted?? look at him!” your hands gesture towards “enjin” frantically, frailing to make your point.
then another voice pitches in— rudo’s. “he’s… not?” your head snaps towards him in betrayal.
enjin finally decides to join the conversation, eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “it’s literally just me, boo.”
you blink once, twice, eyes darting towards everyone before landing on the carbon copy of your boyfriend. chuckling nervously, you take a few steps back and quickly turn out of the room, “enjin’s” eyes following you the entire time.
“what’s up with her?” you can hear their voices trail after you.
“dunno. maybe exhaustion.”
that is not enjin. how can they look at him and say that? he’s literally different.
“maybe i’m just tired.”
your feet take you to your room, head spinning. are they all pulling a prank on you? they have to be. or maybe you’re just hallucinating this whole thing. yeah, that’s got to be it.
not that you’re really complaining though, ‘cause he looked good.
a knock pulls you out of your thoughts. “baby?”
fuck, it’s the doppelgänger.
“you don’t get to call me that.” your voice is loud enough to carry across the door.
a sigh. “i don’t know what’s gotten into you, darling, but you better cut it out. lemme in.” his tone is demanding, enticing even.
it has you swinging the door open.
he’s leaning against your doorframe, eyes glaring down at you with an intensity that has you nearly squirming underneath. “y’gonna tell me what’s going on?”
your nose scrunches. “i’m not talking to a copy of my boyfriend.”
he pinches the bridge of his nose. “what the hell are you on about?”
“you tell me,” you bite back, emphasizing your words. “you’ve never had black hair, red eyes, and your tattoos were never black in red, and everyone’s acting like everything’s normal.”
enjin the doppelgänger stares at you, unblinking, before finally speaking up. “yeah, you’re crazy.” he takes two steps to close the distance between you. you attempt to take you steps back, but one of his hands dart out and catches your wrist.
“enjin—“
he tugs you towards him gently, but firm enough to put you two chest to chest. his other hand comes to your hip, pressing just enough for you to feel the heat through the fabric. you start to squirm, but his hold locks you into place.
“i know you love playing these stupid stunts of yours,” he begins huskily, eyes locked on to yours. “but i’m not playing your games today, angel.”
“you’re the one playing games.”
your eyes find something else in your room to look at, but the hand that had your wrist trapped comes to your jaw, tilting your head back. “look at me.”
he closes the distance slightly, his breath brushing at the stray strands of hair across your features. “it’s always been me. i’ve never had golden eyes or hair, different tattoos, or whatever the fuck you decide to come up with.”
you’re silent, free hand remains still in the air, unsure of what to do with it. your body itches to touch him, but it doesn’t sit with you touching some alternate version of your man, even if he is yours.
yet, depsite yourself, your hand comes into his raven locks, caressing and playing with the strands. it feels just like his, and his expression softens as soon as you relax enough to let yourself have this. “you…” your voice trails off.
he shuts the door with his foot before returning his attention to you. “there’s my girl. you just love being difficult with me, huh? should’ve known.”
although your bones tell you that is isn’t your enjin, your heart knows it is. even if it’s some kind of prank or alternate universe.
he closes the distance fully, lips pressing against yours with a gentle reverence that has your knees weak. he tastes of cigarettes and something faintly sweet, just like he usually does while your lips move with his in a familiar rhythm.
you sigh into the kiss as it deepens, arms coming around his neck to pull him closer, though there’s practically no space between the two of you. once of his hands come to cup the back of your head and hold you there.
enjin breaks the kiss by barely pulling away from you, a string of saliva left behind as evidence of your little session. “baby, let me just…” his voice is hoarse, one of his hands trailing underneath your shirt. you nod without any words, your own touch moving across the visible tattoos on his chest.
and just as enjin comes close to your chest—
you wake up.
it’s a slow process— you blink blearily, trying to become aware of your surroundings. then you notice someone’s arms around you, red in black tattoos.
you look up, and he’s already looking at you.
golden hair, amber eyes. the corner of his mouth is turned up, one dimple flashing. “morning, gorgeous.”
enjin. your enjin.
you stay unmoving for a moment or two, just taking him in before you find your voice. “you should dye your hair black.”
he blinks. “what’s that?”
“nothing.”
Major height/size difference between reader and Dante? Like reader is at most 5 feet tall compared to his big ass lol idk Dante with a tiny partner makes my brain go brrrrr
YES!? like i live for this
dante’s APPARENTLY 6’3 like damnn. i love a major height difference
dante’s dumbass would definitely be all smug about it too, like “okay, short stack.” or like “let’s compare hands!”
“dante, you’re basically double my size.”
“your hands are so tiny, it’s adorable.”
i live for this anon. thank you for blessing me.
i rewrote it. i couldn’t just let it go 😇 dropping tmrw
my tumblr glitched and i just lost one of my best enjin works so far
there’s no way i can rewrite that omg💔.
ᢉ𐭩 — izuku who’s worn out after a long day teaching and doing hero work (｡•́︿•̀｡)
a/n: izuku world domination
the door clicks open to reveal izuku working on some papers rigorously, almost with intimidating precision. you can tell with the way his eyebrows are furrowed together, lip bitten.
the colors of the sky being to bleed into a hazy orange and red ombre, the sun’s rays bleeding through the windows. he hasn’t noticed you just yet.
“izuku.” you call his name.
his head darts up, expression immediately softening at the sight of you. “hey, everything okay?” you pout lightly at his question. he’s always making sure you’re okay first before putting himself.
“i should be asking you that. you’ve been in here since you came back.” you begin to walk over, footsteps silent on the padding beneath.
izuku’s eyes return to the stack of papers below him. “i’ve got to finish grading these tonight. patrolling kept me from doing it early.”
“i’m sorry i haven’t gotten to give you my attention yet.” but when he looks up, you’re standing in front of him.
you watch the way his throat bobs as he swallows. one of your hands come up into his hair, gently brushing and caressing the forest green on his head.
“i don’t care about that right now, izu.” you respond to him. “i care about you and your wellbeing.” he stares at you, almost dumbfounded, pupils dilating and basically forming hearts.
“baby..”
“let me stay with you, at least.” you propose. izuku stares at you for a second, then another. then he exhales what seems to be a pent up sigh, offering a gentle smile.
his arms spread just enough for you to climb onto his lap, chest to chest while you instinctively reach for his hair. your lips press a couple of kisses to the nape of his neck, and you feel his body relax underneath you.
his hands return to working; but one of them’s planted on the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles on top of the fabric of your clothes.
“thank you. i needed this, it’s— been a long day,” you feel the vibrations of his voice, wobbling slightly. and despite yourself, you smile against the crook of his neck.
“always, my crybaby hero.”
as soon as he finishes grading, you’re quick to drag him to your shared bedroom and tucked into bed, head buried into your chest while your kisses and caresses begin to lull him to sleep.
with nights like these, it always reminds izuku why he fell in love with you all that time ago.
my umbreakerz!! got a few things to recap..
i’m so happy to announce that i’m officially done with all requests and are now posted! and with that being said, my requests are now open once again!!
it’s been like a month and them some since i closed them but honestly it’s felt longer for me 😓.. i’m excited to see what you guys send in!
on the note of opening my requests, don’t be shy to send it asks either!!
anyway, i also wanted to say that it’s been 3 months since i started this blog and we hit 200 followers just yesterday!! words can never be enough to express how grateful i am for every single one of you for enjoying my writing and sharing this journey with me.
i love writing from the bottom of my heart, and knowing that so many of you enjoy it too really makes me feel so so happy. thank you all for everything and i hope we get to continue this journey with more fics about our favorite characters! 💞
p.s. there might be an izuku blurb dropping tonight 👀
Hi! I wanted to ask if you’d be open to writing something with Vergil and Dante both fighting over the reader. I really love the childhood friend trope dynamic
hi hi!! i’m so sorry for this long wait and it’s kinda sucky, but here it is! walk with me 💞
a/n: fem! childhood friend! reader. dante & vergil weren’t separated au.
the sparda brothers were your best friends growing up. always have been and always will be.
but what you failed to notice as a kid was how much they wanted you to themselves. whether it was for your attention or affection, they’d shed blood for it.
a memory that you have when the three of you were kids was that they’d bring you little trinkets and present it to you.
vergil would bring you a little flower, gentle and in your favorite color. “i found this for you,” he would murmur shyly.
and dante would somehow find a pretty rock, shiny and glistening in all angles of the sun. “look, isn’t it pretty?”
with a bright smile, you’d thank them and take their gifts and keep them close to your heart. thinking back, that’s definitely when their little competition started. the competition to win you.
and at one point, the lines began to blur between casual and intimate territory.
so now, when the three of you are hanging in dante’s apartment, their stupid shenanigans are bound to begin at any moment.
you’re sprawled out on the couch, head on vergil’s lap while he stares into the void, not a thought behind his irises.
somewhere in the kitchen, you can hear a loud groan from none other than dante himself.
and the shenanigans start now.
“what’s the matter, dante?” your voice carries into the kitchen. when you turn your head, dante’s leaning against the doorway that leads into the living room.
“i’m dying. hold me.” he pouts, eyes flickering up to look at who you assume is vergil before back to you.
you deadpan at this. “you look alive to me.” dante takes a step towards you. “you’re hallucinating. there’s blood all over my face.”
he holds his arms out, a slow grin forming. “c’mere, sweetheart. bring it in.”
suddenly, a warm hand finds purchase on top of your head. vergil’s.
“yeah, no.” he states, tone leaving no room for argument. “i’m comfy, thank you.”
dante’s eyes narrow. “what does that have to do with you?” the elder brother continues to hold his ground. “i’m. comfy. she’s not moving.”
you watch his interaction unfold, eyes unblinking. it’s funny, cause you’ve seen them fight like this all the time, but this seems incredibly obvious. of what you ask?
well, of you.
“you’ve been hogging her all day today, can’t i be beside her for a change?”
“don’t act like you don’t keep her to yourself the moment you get the chance. which is basically like everyday.”
“can you two relax?” you cut through their bickering. you shift your focus onto vergil, who’s watching you with a tick in his jaw.
“tell him that.” vergil grumbles. “i was with you first.”
“is that not the more reason i should be able to be with her now??” dante argues, exasperated.
“no.” vergil answers simply.
you roll your eyes at this, patting your thigh gently. “come here, dante.” his eyes glance at you before immediately beelining towards you.
vergil’s hand on your head begins caressing your locks. “what are you doing?” he questions.
“making the two of you happy.” you reply.
you lift your legs just enough for dante to sit on the couch, allowing them to rest across his thighs. his hands immediately begin ministrations along your supple skin, eliciting a sigh from you.
vergil’s tense about the whole “sharing” thing, but he eventually relaxes enough to allow himself to card his hands through your hair again and gently scratch your scalp.
your eyes flutter shut out of bliss. “you guys don’t ever have to fight over me. i’m for the two of you.”
you can’t see them, but the brothers share a short look. in 3 seconds, they both came to an agreement that there’s no need for them to argue.
they’ll just keep you away from everyone else.