Devil May Cry: Jealousy Plan

Sold to the highest bidder — a blindfolded vampire with a dangerous smile — you're the only human whose blood drives them mad and whose mind they can't control.

Two rich, toxic roommates who can't stand each other keep falling into bed—until he decides to remind her exactly who she belongs to. 18+ | NSFW, SMUT

In this Devil May Cry fan fiction, Vergil would rather split hell open than admit he wants you, but Dante and Lady have other plans.

All hot and bothered, you open that familiar app to relieve yourself of your own frustrations. You had a lot of money to spare, but quite a lot of options. With a sense of desperation, you click on the homepage. So many options to choose from, till your cursor eventually clicks on one of them. Fortunately for you, you seem to be the biggest tipper. Though, one question still remains: Who piques your interest tonight?

[ better play some geng-geng songs while playing this fr. 😆😝 ] >>>> Ts better on third pov, thrust! I mean—trust! 😊

The Heian Court was a snake pit of gossip, but the biggest scandal was the Emperor himself. Ryomen Sukuna. Usually, the Emperor was a puppet for weak ministers. Not Sukuna. He was a four-eyed, giant tyrant who took the throne by force. He spent his days bored out of his mind, ignoring the ministers and terrorizing his pavilion of concubines, who screamed or fainted whenever he looked at them. Except for one concubine’s lady-in-waiting. You.

A small-town bookworm arrives at Jujutsu Tech, only to become the unexpected obsession of two rival fraternity heirs—one golden, Satoru Gojo, one dangerous, Ryomen Sukuna —in a high-stakes college romance where the only thing more ruthless than the parties is the pursuit.

Steamy love triangle and hunting demons

Years after the war, a Northern Water Tribe waterbender returns to the Fire Nation and discovers the Fire Lord never forgot the spark between them — and never forgave himself for letting it die.

Nanami Kento didn't believe in soulmates. He believed in compound interest, quality bread, and leaving work at exactly 6pm. Love wasn't on the spreadsheet. You were an error in his calculations he never bothered to correct.