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how they eat it

dante, nero, vergil x fem reader

tw cum eating

dante

dante is sloppy. he likes it filthy and messy. the sight of your sticky cunt covered with his cum drives him so fucking feral that he lowers his mouth onto you and laps it up, moaning at how good you both taste. he knows you’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, overstimulated by the way you squeal his name and pull on his hair, but dante doesn’t care. he needs to feel you cum on his face. he wants it so bad that he whines into your cunt, slipping two fingers inside you while his lips wrap around your clit, the sensitivity bringing you close to another orgasm.

“fuck, you taste so good, angel… tastes so good when you’re covered in me. cmon princess, squirt for me, please make a mess on me…”

a hand comes to press down on your lower abdomen and that’s enough to send you hurtling over the edge, all the pressure building up finally releasing. you shake violently while dante fucks you through your orgasm, but he’s got you, licking up all you have to offer. he pulls back for a moment to admire your pussy glistening with saliva, cum, and squirt, smoothing his hands over your thighs. “good job, pretty girl… give me another one, yeah?”

nero

nero is sweet, so gentle that it’s almost teasing. he’s nervous peeling off your panties to admire your pretty pussy, shiny with arousal. he’s so awestruck that he forgets he’s just staring and his warm breath tickles, making you close your thighs instinctively, a bit shyly.

“no, no,” he says as he gently pries your legs open once more. his eyes meet yours. “you’re so gorgeous.”

“nero…”

the whine in your voice is so cute that nero just can’t help but give you what you want. he presses a kiss at the junction of your thigh, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your knees. “i know, baby.”

he loves to kiss everywhere first, softly, over both thighs and all over your pussy. he wants to show you how much you mean to him. it makes you squirm in anticipation with how slow he’s being, how ticklish his lips feel, that you almost whine again before finally feeling him press a long kiss to your clit. nero rewards you for your patience by making out with your sensitive clit, the moans it earns him spurring him on, his tongue parting your folds. he can’t get enough of your reaction, entranced by the way your hips twitch with every flick of his tongue. you’re so cute when you grind yourself against his face like this, that he can’t help but hump into the mattress, getting himself off to being used to make you cum.

vergil

vergil is actually feral. for someone who prides himself on composure and self control, he’s rough when he eats you out. he can’t help it. his burning desire to taste you is so overwhelming that all he can do is shove his face further into your pussy. he grips the soft flesh of your thighs hard and pins them to the bed, leaving you unable to squirm away from his relentless tongue. it’s too much, your clit still sore from your third orgasm but vergil isn’t done. he needs more. “your taste…” his voice is a growl, borderline inhuman. “it’s driving me insane.”

the nails digging into the flesh of your thighs become sharper, and you realize that he’s close to dting. the realization has your legs accidentally clamping around his head but vergil growls, large hands forcing you open and holding you still.

“enough. take it.”

you can’t interrupt him, not when he’s like this, not when he needs to have his fill of you. he mouths at your pussy, pressing his face into you as much as he can. slick coats his face, tongue, nose, everywhere, filling his senses with you, but it’s still not enough. he gives your clit a rough, hard lick, pleased how you writhe and whine beneath him. vergil loves how vulnerable and pliant you are, letting him make you cum again and again until he’s satisfied.

Look away (2018)

CHATRA & KHEM ManSuang (2023)

Autism culture is learning what masking is and suddenly realising that you’ve been doing it your whole life. All of my personality traits are things that I copied from others and I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t about myself anymore

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Well I thought of a question to ask what was halsin first thoughts upon meeting clover? And how did clover first react to halsin confession?

That's a good one! When Halsin first met Clover he thought something was a little.. off about him. Being touched by the fae just does something to you. Children who are marked as their quarry don't tend to escape their fate so as Clover grew up, it seemed like he always had one foot a little beyond the material plane. Clover knew that he wasn't supposed to be here and didn't think of himself as a whole and living person. He was a dead thing that woke up and desperately tried to live anyway. I think Halsin picked up on that but didn't immediately know why. Clover kept to himself, making himself as unobtrusive as possible, but that demeanor turned secretive and prickly if he was pushed-- especially in Halsin's case, due to his connection to the fae. In the beginning, Clover had great misgivings about him and desperately wanted to get away but felt trapped by circumstance. It didn't deter Halsin, though; he knew whatever it was, it wasn't coming from a place of malice. He saw a wounded animal in hiding, begging not to be found.

Their relationship was a slow trust. Halsin was the first person to really bother with Clover in a way that wasn't antagonistic or quick to leave him on his own again when he shut down hard. For his whole life Clover had associated being alone with being safe, and for that reason he didn't realize he had been starved of the thing that would truly save him. Halsin's attempts to know him, to let him care for him, was like thawing out from frostbite: awfully, incredibly painful. When the touch of warm water feels like fire after being numb for so long from a cold so deep that it would have claimed you in the end. Clover was terrified of his own developing feelings towards Halsin. He saw his ability to rely on himself alone slipping away, how he wanted to be near him in spite of himself. How they grew to have quiet little conversations late at night as Clover put out the embers of the fire; how he felt the softness of Halsin's gaze on him as the last one died. Halsin had taken down Clover's defenses stone by stone and by the time he confessed to him, it was all rubble. He cried a little bit in Halsin's arms for sure.

Contrary to the events of the game nothing happened between them that night, they snuggled real close until sunrise and just absorbed each other's presence :,)

there’s things i wanna say to you, but i’ll just let you live.

Jason Isaacs in Look Away (2018)

If you're not one of my Spirk friends, hide your eyes 🫣

The rest of you, it's Vulcan biology time. I want your opinion on Spock's cock. The cock of Spock, as it were.

When considering how Vulcan genitals are arranged, most fic authors pick one of these three options: either it's very like human junk but green/ double ridged/ self-lubricating/ all of the above; or it hides in a sheath when not in use and gives you an exciting surprise later; or there are some kind of auxiliary tentacles called fra'als which join in the fun, often also including a sheath for handy storage. Only once did I see a fic that was none of those. Villi were involved and I can't picture what it was supposed to look like at all.

So I'm asking: using whatever metric you like (sexiest, most biologically interesting, most plausible, etc)...

the first night al-haitham spends with you, he’s unsure what to do with his arms.

“just wrap this one around me here,” you giggle, maneuvering his arm to curl under you. he does so stiffly, laying on his side like a log as you press close against his body. “now lay the other one over me.”

he does—and by that, he simply plops his other arm to lay flat over your torso.

“this is a rather awkward arrangement, don’t you think?” he raises a brow.

“it’s because you’re laying like a robot. loosen your limbs,” you huff, “you might as well eat nuts and bolts for breakfast.”

he’s not good at these kinds of things. he wants to tell you that—that if you’re looking for a boyfriend to hold hands and cuddle with, he’s probably not the best candidate. or the second best. or even the twentieth. he’s probably the last person on the list that you could get intimate with.

yet here you are, curling his arm around you like there’s any hope of him getting this right.

“are you sure this is—”

“here, i have a better idea,” you interrupt. suddenly, you’re hands are shoving him away, making him blink as you roll him around to turn and face away from you.

“what are you—” your arms wrap around him, and your chin rests on his shoulder as you press a gentle kiss to his skin. it’s warm, feeling you pressed against him like this. it’s nice and comforting and it feels like home.

and sure, maybe he lays a little stiff, maybe he’s unsure what do with his arms as he awkwardly lays there on his side, but you wrap yourself around him tightly, pressing a few kisses to the side of his head as you smile against his hair. he can feel you—he can count the beats of your heart and if he tries hard enough, he can feel the way the rhythmic pounding is just as quick as his.

“there,” you murmur, satisfied with yourself. a part of him feels he should turn back around and get it right—that he should be holding you and not the other way around.

but then you pull him closer against your chest, and he can’t help but melt into you. “this will get uncomfortable for your arms rather quickly,” he points out.

“shh. just sleep,” you click your teeth.

he thinks it’ll be harder to sleep with someone here, someone breathing and moving against him and keeping him locked in place. but oddly enough, he falls asleep quicker than usual that night—and every night after too.

I'm so sorry because I think this must be really obvious but who is doc's crush with the scar?

Coughs loudly into my fist don’t worry about it

Autism culture is realizing your life is going to be and has always been limited in so many ways that you will never achieve what society deems "a successful life". No matter how hard you work or what you do achieve; you will always be disabled. So you have come up with your own idea of success and be okay with no one else ever understanding it.

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