A small little thing I wrote while trying to fall asleep

The air is quiet, cold and stifling in the moment Dante felt the unholy heat begin to scorch through his body, dread filling him as every folical of hair stood on end, electrical and static as he tried to force Vergil's overwhelming scent and flavour from his mind.

It had started slowly, but really, he was a fool, perhaps even as foolish as Vergil had often claimed he to be, nit realising that the months spent unaware would spare his body until they were in safety,

Before this whole damn thing, just how many nights and days had he spent, riding his own fingers, trying to get off, trying to pretend that they were Vergil's fingers instead? How often had he imagined himself once more round with their child as Vergil took him again and again, only to awaken to an empty bottle and an even emptier bed?

Beside him, guarding the entrance to the small rocky crevice they had chosen to rest in, Vergil slept, or perhaps just gave the illusion of resting, still and serene, still a picture of perfection, even in the most unwelcoming of places.

Surely Vergil could sense it in him? He thought weakly, sweat trickling down his neck, his breaths coming out in soft pants, his hips grinding down on nothing, trying to ease the building torment in his own body, surely Vergil would be as equally effected too, once he awoke.

It took all of his willpower to not sink his fingers into his trousers, to shove them deep inside himself, bring himself to the first sweet orgasm of the cycles of hours he would spend in such sweet anguish, dreaming and begging for Vergil inside him, craving him, hungering for him, starving for -

He barely managed to sink his sharpening teeth into his lip to silence the whine attempting to spill out of him as he withered, hands only just still human clawing at the dirt and rock below him in a effort to remain still, in a battle for dominace over his own body, resisting the craving he had to sink onto Vergil's body there and then.

It was a saccrine ache inside of him, thick with syrup clogging his veins, numbing his mind as the cacophony of nature sung him into its embrace. His panting was louder now, driving the noise from his lungs as his body became oversensitive with each tiny puff of breath Vergil let loose in his sleep, and gods, did Dante want that mouth on him, drinking in his slick, supping at his hardened clit, stealing all of the noises from from him until he was nothing but a puddle of gelatinous ooze, made for nothing but Vergil's pleasure. Vergil's only.

All he could do for now, was lie there and wait, hope that at some point, Vergil would awaken and fuck him into the ground until he was begging for him to stop, until the evidence of Vergil's pleasure was spilling out of him, soaking into his every pore, blending his body into the claim that his brother had once had over his body, one he longed for once more.

The Contrast of Brothers 💙❤️

here we are

Now drinks this

know that your eyes – are a lost space stars fall from them salty stars

— Ты слишком доверчева,Данте.

— Ты слишком серьёзный,Верг.

__________

— You're too trusting, Dante.

— You're too serious,Vergil.

Dante, stop making that 😗 face, be serious

Nope😗

Script for a DMC 6 plotline

The following is a plot idea for a sequel to Devil May Cry 5.

Dante/Vergil 

First time writing in this fandom. I kept it simple because the bar has already been raised far high by certain writer(s), so I decided to just write it like a script, the way it came in my head. not much description, paraphrase, metaphores etc…

Only one thing worth mentioning : References to the work Parousia by Auntarctica. Heavily inspired by story setting from there which made me really happy to follow through as I consider Parousia as my personal unofficial sequel to dmc5. Other references and winks to her works are also sprinkled in here. ‘Cause she’s my secret muse and it just… makes me happy to have shadows of her works in my first dmc scribble.)

Keep reading

Sometimes you see a picture, and you know immediately the song that would bring it to life.

know that your eyes – are a lost space stars fall from them salty stars

Full set coming soon, but these are just my first attempt’s 💕💕

For StJessy, she is a fascinating writer! ❤️❤️❤️ https://ficbook.net/authors/173  

Makeover.

Inspired by Shieldplatinum’s Demonicville

Halloween everybody? :D

Some of my old DV fanarts (☝︎ ՞ਊ ՞)☝︎

P1&2 are for Valentine’s Day

P3&4 are not original, they were inspired by my favorite Chinese DV fanfictions 《月之海》&《Mayday》

Gilver and Tony from Devil May Cry for Kinktober! The prompts were Object Insertion and Symmetry. The uncensored version can be seen on twitter @wankaworm

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Devil May Cry Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Dante/Vergil (Devil May Cry), Dante/Nelo Angelo, Dante/Mundus/Vergil (Devil May Cry) Characters: Dante (Devil May Cry), Vergil (Devil May Cry), Nelo Angelo, Mundus (Devil May Cry) Additional Tags: Handwaving bullshit and worldbuilding that doesn't make sense, Inspired by an old conversation on discord, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, technically a introspection, Dante has a breakdown: The fic, Very light Tokophobia, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Mpreg, eggpreg but not in the way you think, Oviposition, Tags Are Hard, I just enjoy hurting Dante, Sibling Incest, even if one of them doesn't know at the beginning, Mundus is His Own Warning, This is the bullshit my brain produces when I have 2 days warning, not safe or sane, mature just to be safe, Nero isn't the danver baby but not in the way you expect, none-explicit noncon, Dante Has a Vagina (Devil May Cry), Bottom Dante (Devil May Cry), Top Vergil (Devil May Cry), Top Mundus (Devil May Cry), Fic takes place post dmc 5but events that happen are in the past - dmc 1, Unreliable Narrator, descriptions are hard, Spardacest, The Return of Raccoon Dante Series: Part 7 of RaccoonDante's giftfics Summary:

In the quiet of the night, Dante takes a moment to himself to contemplate a dark, hidden secret in his past.

A new fic which is an early birthmas gift, but hope you guys enjoy!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Devil May Cry Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dante/Vergil (Devil May Cry) Characters: Dante (Devil May Cry), Vergil (Devil May Cry), Nero (Devil May Cry), Lady (Devil May Cry), Trish (Devil May Cry) Additional Tags: obsessive Vergil, possessive vergil, Vergilcentric, probably a psychotic break, Bottom Dante, mpreg implications until it isn't, 3k of Vergil trying to be a good big brother, Sibling Incest, The Return of Raccoon Dante, Hoarding, Other tags not marked due to spoilers, slight mention of oc, it's one line, Tags Are Hard, descriptions are hard, freel free to suggest tags, Break from reality, Breakdown of Reality, Maybe - Freeform, this is not a happy fic, Angst, Hurt No Comfort Summary:

Dante had been cursed, he wasn't waking up, no matter what Vergil attempted, but Vergil still searched on, trying to find a way to reverse the spell and regain the brother he still loved.

A new fic based on a prompt shared in the danver daze discord server. It's not a happy fic, but I hope you guys enjoy!