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Kinktober Day 9: Somnophilia(You'd be like Heaven to touch...)
warnings/kinks: somnophilia, smut, slight dub con, unprotected sex
word count: 0.7k
pairings: Legendary Dark Knight Sparda x Fem!Reader
teaser: You could so easily bring him to his knees with that big heart of yours and that tight cunt. Sparda smirks as he runs his long fingers through your pubic hair.
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You never thought you’d fall in love with the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, but he had charmed his way into your heart so easily. You were a tiny human next to this giant devil, but he so easily showed you just how sweet and kind he was. And it took no time for you to become intimate with him, learning all the ways that sex can be so much better with a devil.
You often wondered if you were ever enough for this sexy and loving devil, but he never left you guessing for very long. Your days were spent being lavished and spoiled by the devil in question, and your nights were spent on your back or knees being pleasured to the brink of consciousness. You could never imagine a better existence.
Despite the lack of him telling you about his past, he did share a few things with you. It made you worry, but you knew your lover was more than capable of taking care of things were they to become dodgy. So as time went on, you slowly grew closer and more in love with Sparda.
Your routine was pretty well set. You and him spend all your time together. He loves to surprise you with tokens of love. He’s got a big romantic heart that makes you swoon almost every single day. And his appetite for sex is voracious. He does what he can to fuck you and pleasure you every day and night but sometimes when he’s gone, he grows impatient to see you.
This is one of those days. You’re home alone, longing for your lover. You know he’ll be home soon, but it’s just making you feel even needier not to have him here with you. It gets worse when you realize you’ll have to go to bed without him.
The bed feels cold and lonely. You want him to be here, pressing that big body up against yours. You wish for his hands all over you, caressing you and teasing you in all the ways you love. Somehow you manage to fall asleep, dreaming of being with Sparda once more.
And he finds you in bed, a smirk on his face. He knew he’d be home by tonight, but he decided to surprise you. When he sees you sleeping alone in your marital bed, his cock grows so hard. This is an aspect of your relationship you had told him you’d love to explore more.
He settles on the bed gently, spreading your thighs. The thin sheet sits on your practically naked body, just keeping you from him. He pulls it off so slowly, not wanting to wake you up at all. Your nightgown is pushed up and he grunts quietly when he sees you’re not wearing any panties. Your cunt is just there, on full display for him. You must be having some good dreams, he thinks to himself, because you are so wet.
The smell of your arousal makes his head so dizzy. You’re such a tiny human, but you own him body and soul. You could so easily bring him to his knees with that big heart of yours and that tight cunt. Sparda smirks as he runs his long fingers through your pubic hair.
You stir softly in your sleep, a warmth growing deep inside of you. Your dreams are filled with loving and sexual moments with your lover, making you feel aroused in your sleep. Sparda is enjoying every moment of this. Soon, he’s shedding his clothes and he’s spreading your thighs even more.
He’s careful not to wake you up as he runs his thick cockhead between your soaked folds. You let out cute little moans, but he knows you’re just dreaming. He spends an extra couple of minutes getting his cock all nice and wet before slipping it into you.
And this is when you wake up, a soft gasp falling from your lips. You feel so full and loved. You cling to the devil, your arms and legs wrapping around him as he thrusts into you. Now that you’re awake and aware of what’s going on, he’s not going to slow down.
The cute little sleepy look in your eyes really drives him crazy. As he pounds you into the mattress, he’s grunting and growling. His mouth waters as he leans in to nip at your neck. You cry out, whimpering and whining when he bites down into your skin.
“Couldn’t wait for you to fully wake up, my dear…just had to have you now.”
#bacon.writes#sparda x you#sparda x reader#sparda smut#lord sparda x reader#legendary dark knight sparda#devil may cry#devil may cry x reader#devil may cry smut#dmc sparda#dmc sparda x reader#kinktober 2023
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#cupidscruel🍡#dante dmc#dmc5 dante#dmc dante#dante devil may cry#dante sparda#dante dmc3#devil may cry 3#dmc3 dante#dante x you#dmc3 vergil#vergil dmc#devil may cry vergil#vergil devil may cry#dmc vergil#dmc#devil may cry#sillies
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Tying the Knot
A Vergil x f!Reader Oneshot
Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)
Summary: To many, Vergil's demonic form is frightening. But to you, it's just as adorable and endearing as the man that lies beneath.
Cw: smut, fluff, tender sex, monster sex, knotting, cockwarming, stuffing, teasing, Vergil is touch starved but he will never admit it, Reader is mute, non-traditional 'marriage' proposal
Word Count: 1'684
A/n: The saga of fluffy writing for Vergil continues.
The content purr thrumming in Vergil’s chest is so soothing. It’s deep and blissful, lulling your own body to relax and melt into the heat of his own.
Your hands gently caress over Vergil’s body, your soft pliant flesh tracing the jagged and unyielding plates that lie beneath. Vergil’s appearance in this form is formidable, even frightening. But the tender way in which he cradles you in his claws has you softly cooing his praises and pampering his chin and teeth with soft, little pink lipped kisses.
Each and every single one of Vergil’s movements is careful. They are calculated and precisely timed. The hide of his devilish body is strong and sharp in most places, and he knows that with one wrong move he can slice open your fragile flesh with ease.
So, Vergil tempers the wanting. You can feel the itching burn of his hunger twitch beneath the muscles on his body. The passion and desire that swirls and swims through his veins is like an expertly crafted wine—potent and powerful. But Vergil’s will proves to be the victor. He won’t risk harming you in a fleeting moment of carnal lust.
Still, that doesn’t mean that you’re impervious to impatience.
Gently wiggling your body beneath his, your pussy clenches, and you silently groan, drawing in breath as the engorged and throbbing knot inside you presses harder against your g-spot.
Vergil tenses, a warning little growl catches in his exhaled breath as his grip on your hips tightens.
“Be still.” His words are strained, but his tone is soft and gentle even with its demonic trill.
You smile, a wordless “sorry” in your eyes as your lips press into a thin line. The giggle you try to suppress writhes in your chest, and Vergil feels it. If he could frown in this form, you imagine that he would.
“You’re laughing.” He accuses.
Being cradled by the pillow, you shake your head as best you can. But the voiceless dance of air that tumbles past your smiling lips betrays you.
‘Sorry.’ You sign. ‘Just a little impatient for the next round.’
Vergil sighs, and you hear shifting along the sheets. A gentle pressure circles around your waist, and you look down to see that the culprit is Vergil’s tail.
“Insatiable little succubus, aren’t you?”
You smile, pressing another little kiss to where you imagine his nose might be if he were in his human form.
‘Look who’s talking. It better not be the demon who’s locked his cock inside me for the third time tonight.’
Vergil snorts, rolling his glowing blue eyes at your response. You reach up to spoil him with more kisses all while running your hands over his wings, his back, his horns. Vergil’s hypnotic purring gets louder with each part of him you worship.
He really does love to be touched. By you, specifically. Every time your fingers seek him out, he’s always leaning his body towards yours. If the two of you are in the company of others it’s quite subtle, but the moment it's just you and him behind closed doors, it becomes so adorably obvious.
Like a cat, Vergil basks in the softness of your touch, arching against your fingers while pulling you deeper into his embrace. And while Vergil still does retain his stiff and standoffish demeanor most of the time (even with you), it’s tender little moments like this where you can peer behind the curtain and bask in the gentle warmth of his tender heart. He really is a big sensitive softy. With the soul of a poet to boot.
“Have you had your fun?” Vergil’s mouth opens and his long blue tongue slides out from between his sharp fangs to tenderly lap at your cheek.
Exhaling wistfully your own satisfaction, you nod.
‘I have. But I won’t object to one more round.’
Vergil’s amused chuckle fills the air as your brows wiggle. Your teasing fingers make their way down to the place where the two of you are connected. As you touch him, the comforting purr in Vergil’s chest intensifies—the vibrations traveling all the way down to where he has you knotted.
Your jaw slacks as a spark of pleasure ignites a new fire in your core. With hips arching further up to grind yourself against him, you bite your lip before pulling your hand back to massage your neglected clit.
Vergil growls, eyes fixating on where your fingers toy.
Then abruptly, the half-demon ends your play. With a heavy groan Vergil takes both your hands into his own, entwining your fingers as he brings them to his mouth, licking the remnants of both of your fluids from your digits.
His sigh of rapture sends another pang of heat flowing through you. And when Vergil looks at you, the demonic glow of his eyes holds within them all the tenderness in the world.
“You are so precious to me.”
Vergil’s words are so soft—whisper quiet—like they are a secret to the very air itself. But to you they may as well have been screamed in your ear. Your eyes widen and your heart nearly stops in your chest as Vergil looks down at you. There is the slightest tremor to his breaths now.
Then his hands release yours and using the words you had taught him, he clumsily signs.
‘Stay here with me.’
Then, he points to his heart.
You’re dumbfounded, staring at the half-demon above you with utter awe as your heart and mind tries to process what you had just seen. Vergil stares silently back at you, patient as he allows you to ponder your response. He never rushes you. He is never demanding of the beautiful words you craft into the air.
But you find yourself rushing at this moment. Rushing to tell him exactly how you feel. Neither you nor Vergil had been very good at communicating your feelings in life, but now —in this private little moment—it feels totally effortless.
Happy little tears spring in your eyes, and you smile, reaching up to wipe them away with one hand as you sign with the other.
‘Always.’
And Vergil purrs happily, leaning down to take you in his arms. You wrap him in your embrace too, pressing kisses to his face. But your pampering is cut short, as Vergil takes hold of your waist and shifts his hips away, slowly pulling and popping his knot out of you.
A pathetic little whine escapes your throat as Vergil pulls out. Losing the feeling of his hot cock throbbing inside you makes you feel so lonely and empty.
“Shhh,” Vergil hushes, clawed fingers moving down to capture and cup your ass. You gasp as Vergil hoists you up, placing you prettily upright and in the crux of his lap, dangling you just above the glistening cock still covered in your arousal and his cum.
Gosh, he’s still so hard and throbbing like he hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes nestled deep inside you.
Lowering you down gently, the head of Vergil’s cock presses against your swollen folds, then strokes from your clit to your entrance.
Your hands land upon his shoulders, steadying yourself as you sigh and peg him with a pleading look.
‘Please. Don’t tease me.’ You mouth.
Vergil nods, nestling his cockhead at your twitching entrance. He pauses for a heartbeat, then two, before he slowly slides you all the way down to his knot.
You gasp in pleasure as you’re filled anew, pressing your lips to his teeth as you melt into his arms. Vergil hums, snaking that long demonic tongue into your awaiting mouth with rapture—the only way the two of you can kiss while he is in this form.
You suck on his tongue, relishing in his taste and how he trembles as you clench your pussy around his cock. Coaxing him and milking him, grinding against him as you beg him with each sensual movement of your body.
And Vergil is more than eager to oblige.
The thrusting starts slow as Vergil eases himself in and out of your sopping pussy. There’s not an ounce of hurry in his movements. Instead, he frees his tongue from your mouth and moans—the demonic trill he releases sending shivers all along your skin as he savors every fleshy inch of your insides with his cock.
“So sweet,” Vergil softly pants. “No matter how many times…”
You want to tell him that you feel the same way, but your hands are currently busy gripping for dear life against his armored shoulders. So instead, you press a tender little kiss to his forehead, and Vergil understands.
The two of you writhe and thrust and pant, clutching one another with loving and desperate hands as Vergil pounds into your cunt. The wet slap of your skin against his and the desperate little breathless sounds from both of your mouths send the two of you into a frenzy. Rutting against the other as you both seek that blissful release.
It’s not long before you’re coming on Vergil’s cock, and he groans with pleasure, stilling as your pussy pulses and grips his monstrous girth like a vice.
“Let me knot you,” Vergil gasps, voice strained as he fights off his own climax.
“Please.”
You nod desperately, tears of pleasure staining your lashes as you work yourself down on his knot, trying to take it yourself but knowing that you’ll need his help to do so.
And with one forceful push, Vergil stuffs his knot inside you, tearing a voiceless cry from your throat as you wrap your arms around his neck—both of your bodies quivering as Vergil fills you to the brim and then some.
Vergil moans softly as he succumbs to his own pleasure, holding you tight as he pumps you full of his cum. He wishes that he could stay right here, inside you and on this bed forever. But Vergil has lived long enough to know that such moments are fleeting, and to savour every second while he can.
He’ll treasure you—his little muse—until the day that he dies.
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Dante NSFW Alphabet
Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)
CW: Smut, clothing kink, sexual objectification, restraints, toys, periods, heck a lot of things that come with this sort of post. All I can promise for certain is there isn't any physical abuse.
A/N: Alrighty, the other half of me trying to pin down Dante. I wish I could really pin him down. But enjoy the NSFW version of my Dante headcanon Alphabet.
You can find the SFW one here.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
After fucking you senseless Dante wants to cuddle for a few moments first, to enjoy the way your blissed out body is curled against his as your chest heaves and your body is boneless from the multiples rounds. Afterwards, he’s happy to do his best to clean you up, holding a water bottle to your lips and whispering how amazing you are with his chin in your hair while his free hand rubs along your sore muscles. Whatever you need he’s more than willing to help with.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Dante is a fan of his thighs and your hands. He loves to have you sitting on his thigh and rolling you back and forth as he has you come just from the thickness of his leg rubbing against you. He knows just how thick they are from years of working out. As for your hands, feeling them roam across his body with the softer skin and just how much smaller they are compared to his. So when both of your hands are wrapped around his cock it feels even bigger seeing your fingers barely able to touch as you pump him. It gets him hard just thinking about your soft hands on him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Dante likes nothing more than to see you covered in his cum, to see as the streams of opaque fluid trail along your body and pool in the dips of your skin. After blowing a load across your stomach or shapely rear and taking his hand and smearing it around your skin watching it glisten and the soft whines you make while he does so. What really gets him going is after he cums deep inside your cunt and pulls out to watch as it drips out of your flushed folds and onto whatever surface he was fucking you on. It gives him another raging hard on wanting to pump another load in your core so he can watch the same sight again and again.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He’ll never tell you but after the first time he used his devil trigger accidentally while he was balls deep inside of you and the way you reacted? It made something in him snap seeing you pant and squirm even harder under his body as you tried to pull his length deeper inside your core. The way your hands landed on the side of his face as you kissed him like you were possessed while your cunt tried to drain his balls made him even more enamored with you. It was what prompted him to ask if the two of you could have sex like that more often since it was the best sex he’d had in years.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Dante has lots of experience, he’s had more than one one night stand in his life. Someone as good looking as him in his younger years had no problems picking up, even with his bad luck with women. Those magazines of his have also had more than one tip for him to use in the bedroom. Once you came along though all that experience was put to good use, and he always seems to have a new idea for something to leave you screaming his name through the act.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Dante is good with any position but his all time favorite is without a doubt doggy style. Having you on your hands and knees while he plunges into your core watching your back arch as you whine. His hands wrapped around your waist and using it like a handle to thrust into you at a neckbreak pace. Slapping your ass as he fucks you senseless until you can barely keep yourself up. Your favorite position by comparison is deep missionary so your legs are up wrapped around his hips and your bodies closely intertwined, watching his face as he hits deeply inside of you. Your chests writhing against one another as the sweat drips down along your bodies with your faces close together.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
It is Dante. His mood when he’s having sex could go in any direction and it’s not like he sticks to it as he is a more fluid guy when it comes to that. If you make a joke during sex he is running with it to the point where you regret saying anything.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
The carpet definitely matches the drapes. While he doesn’t have much of a happy trail there is a patch of white hair around the base of his dick and dusting his balls. He doesn’t do much grooming, but he doesn’t let it grow too thick since he does find it kind of annoying. He enjoys having just enough so when you’re sucking him off he can hold you against his crotch and see your nose buried in the tangle of hairs.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Well when it comes down to it when it comes down to the intimacy part of it for Dante, the moment he opens his mouth it’s a flop. The man just can’t verbalize it in words as his attempts come off as cheesy or just the wrong thing. Telling someone how much you want to watch them squirm on their cock with intense eye contact comes off as horny not intimate. Now on the more physical side of things? That’s a different story. Even when he’s ramming into you as if he wants to break your hips there’s a soft brush of his lips against your skin or a tender caress of his fingers along your face. Depending on the position, leaning on his forearm to keep his weight off you but still having that close physical contact and that intense eye contact that tells you how much he cares for you. He just can’t open his mouth. Seriously.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Before your relationship got going you were his favorite little daydream, envisioning the way you’d feel wrapped around his cock. Letting the image dominate his head while he jerked himself off, wondering if as his cum left if his nuts if you’d spit or swallow. If he thought once the two of you did start doing it on a regular basis would help his libido, he was wrong. Finding himself using his fist more and more as it took just the thought of your ass in front of him made him rock hard and it was damn hard to slice up demons with a raging boner.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
This man has a clothing kink. Having you wrapped in his red coat and nothing else while he uses his hands, his fingers, a toy or his cock while wearing his signature clothes. It has his inner demon and his human side both humming in pleasure to see you draped in something that is very much his while your eyes roll back in your skull. Almost like a mark of ownership that has him licking his lips.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
As much as Dante doesn’t like people seeing him being soft, tender, or well anything in public his favorite place to fuck you is in the middle of the devil may cry office. His desk in fact. Having you wrapped in his jacket and bouncing you up and down on his cock, or tucked under the desk out of sight on your hands and knees while he’s balls deep in your cunt. He might try and deny that he doesn’t want to get caught and sure as hell doesn’t want anyone but him seeing you naked or cuming, but the idea of someone walking in on him does get him feeling that little bit of an extra adrenaline rush.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
It does not take much to get Dante motivated. Seeing your butt is always a surefire way to get him hard as Dante is without a doubt an ass man. There are other things that get turned on as well, soft little noises you might make while walking around the office or sitting in your bedroom. When he hears those low pants or sighs of yours it sends a signal straight to his dick that it is go time. He’s not immune to any seductive tactics on your part, like leaving a trail of your clothes to the bathroom after he has a mission to make sure he has a shower and a few rounds of sex to help you both relax.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Dante does not like being dominated in the bedroom. He might let you ride him, but even then he’s the one in control. It has nothing to do with trust, he simply doesn’t like being at someone else's mercy. The idea of being tied up, or having to beg for something turns him off faster than being sprayed with a hose of ice cold water.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
When it comes to oral Dante is a fan of both giving and receiving and a fan of 69, knowing that he can try to push you over the edge while you’re choking on his dick is something he enjoys. He likes giving to since it means he can have your legs wrapped around his head and having your thighs right there for him to mark up is hard for him to ignore. It’s one of his favorite forms of foreplay getting you prepped for him, he’s not an idiot either, he likes receiving too. Having you on your knees and drooling all over him? Yeah, he’s a fan. Oddly enough his skills are damn good but… it’s from eating pizza that’s been way too hot and trying to keep from burning his tongue. At least you get to take advantage of how adept he is at moving the thing around.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Dante likes it rough. He likes turning you into a panting screaming mess as he rams into you with enough force to leave bruises. Part of it is he doesn’t always know his own strength and the other part is he likes seeing what you can handle. His intention is never to cause you pain but damn does he love to snap his hips against your body hard enough that you jolt from it. He can be sensual if he wants but it’s hard for him, because feeling your tight walls wrapped around his cock and wanting to feel you squeeze his length when you cum isn’t something he can always hold himself back from. If it’s something you want he will try, try being the operative word.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Dante isn’t the biggest fan of quickies. If he has one it’s more because of a need that neither of you can put off. He’d much rather take his time with you since he knows he can go for multiple rounds and he’d prefer that when the two of you are done he can leave you in a boneless puddle.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Risk themselves aren’t in his forte in the sense of public or semi public sex. Not to say he’d be totally against the idea of banging you against a tree in a city park late at night, but it’s not in the forefront of his mind. Experimenting in the bedroom he is a fan of though, as long as he gets to keep his control. You wanna try temperature play? He’s down, have ice placed on both of your skin. Rutting into you from behind while the two of watch yourself in the mirror and try to get better at dirty talk? Fuck yea. Dante will try anything once and if it doesn’t work out? Move on. If it does and you both really enjoy it, it gets added to the list of likes.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Sorry hips, Dante can go, and go, and go. I mean all that muscle and demonic strength does dip into his stamina in every sense of the word. If he could have a marathon session of sex with you, you’d need to have your body in a cast because Dante would break you before he was out of steam. As for how long he can last? It all depends on what he’s doing. If it is the rare quickie it’s still ten minutes or so before he’s blowing load and from the start he’s trying to cum. He has to put effort into cuming quickly, which he does find annoying since seeing you covered in his cum is one of his favorite things.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He didn’t own toys before you. What was the point of a pocket pussy when he’d break them after using them once before of how rough he was with the plastic? After you though? He likes bullet vibrators that can be placed between the two of you, or ones he can hold after you cum to drag out your orgasm until you’re screaming for him to stop. He also didn’t realize how he could use them to help speed up his own orgasms when pressing them to the underside of his balls. Suffice to say, he becomes a fan of them real quick.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Dante is the king of teasing and he is well aware of it. Dragging his mouth, his fingers anywhere but where you want him to be as he riles you up. Or times when he tells you he wants you a panting mess before he even touches you and you agree he can do whatever he wants and takes full advantage. Tying you up so you can’t move and he’s got your spread open for him, tracing one finger along your ribs and watching your chest heave trying to get more of his skin touching yours. It also isn’t beneath him to tie you to one of his devil arms and watch as you’re held there in place with something he uses to protect you also being used to keep you in place until you’re screaming for him to fuck you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
This man can HOWL when he wants to. He can be loud enough that any traffic down the street from the devil may cry office could hear him. His grunts and groans ring in the air of whatever space the two of you are having sex in, though he does try to keep the volume down by biting into his lip. He doesn’t need to draw more attention to the two of you or bellow your name loud enough for any of his enemies to hear as he empties himself in your tight body.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Dante is way more into period sex than he thought he would be. For a man that sees as much blood as he does, he never thought he’d like seeing his dick covered in it, and he doesn’t like the visual. What has him into it is the added sensation from your body trying to expel the lining, the way you react even more to him as you’re more sensitive with the extra blood flow to the area. Yea, he likes the way you arch your back as if you were snapped in half while your cunt tries to drain his balls.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Dante is about average in length, but he is girthy and covered in veins so he is very fun to trace with your tongue. He also knows how to make great use of his dick to make sure you have a good time regardless as to what the two of you are doing.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High. This man might be able to put on a face of nonchalant but he is horny all the time and ready to fuck. It sort of surprises you as your relationship with the man gets going and you realize just how high it actually is. The two of you also make a discovery that neither of you is sure how you feel about it. For a while Dante gets to a point where he starts wanting to fucking you harder and harder, bending you like a pretzel to reach as deep inside your slick walls as he can. Turns out his demonic senses can tell when you’re ovulating and it sets off the need in him to breed. Lucky you and good thing you have a damn good birth control.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Sex isn’t the deciding factor in how quickly he falls asleep after, its how his day has been. With his stamina, he’s never as tired as you are afterward. Which works out great for him, because after it’s all said and done if you had been planning to stay the night with him after your both cleaned up (no matter how much be grumbles about it) it means he can watch you fall asleep. He might be a bed hog but he’d rather watch you drift off into slumber before letting himself follow behind you.
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Hope you all had fun reading this.
#dante devil may cry#dmc5#dante x reader#dante x you#dmc 4#devil may cry#dante#dante sparda#x reader#twink writes#dante dmc#dante smut#dante x reader smut#devil may cry 5
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learning that at one point in time during concept art they entertained the idea of v being a woman drives me fucking insane! i've lost sleep over this!!! it was such a good idea!
vergil picturing his human side as a woman because he can't de-entangle his humanity from eva. the resulting simultaneous rejection of both his mother and his humanity after the fire, and all the love and frailness that came with it (ignoring the strength found in it as well)!!!!!!! the continuation of a perceived abandonment cycle with nero! the guilt! the shame!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#dmc#dmc vergil#it would have been great for everyone’s mommy issues. and by that i mean it would have been the emotional equivalent#of what that hell tree did to capulet city#AAAAA#i think eva/vergil parallels are hotter than sparda/vergil parallels. let the twins parallel the parent they have the most issues with.#its sexier. trust. and i mean. they already do it with the whole aight. you have to come to terms with your x side#inherited from your x parent. BUT i firmly believe they should have leaned further in with vergil
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May I please request headcanons for Dante reacting to his female S/O sacrificing herself during a fight against a powerful demon so he and everyone else can escape? Happy ending please 😭
A/n: I miss writing for DMC, I need to replay that game again. I do apologize if this sucks.
Did not realize what you were about to do until it was too late, he did not even have a chance to react since Nero was already pulling him away.
He tried to put up a fight, god did he try but he was already to injured, to tired, to weak. He should have been stronger. He should have been able to protect you....but he didn't.
"Get your fucking hand's off of me." Dante did his best to struggle agains't Nero. "I have to go back to her. I'm not going to let her sacrifice herself."
Gritting his teeth, Nero did his best to pull him away, away from you. Away from where you were fighting that demon. He was not about to let your sacrifice he in vein, you did this so they could escape. "Cut the shit...she did this to save us....we need to go."
Hates himself, he should have been stronger, why was he so weak. Feel's worthless, so much doubt fills his mind. Did he really do the right thing? Why did he leave you alone, he should have died with you.
He felt numb, treating his own wounds, he hated that he was safe while you were gone.
It make's him sick how he'll never see your smile again, hear your laugh again. He just wants to hold you in his arms.
"That was a...damn good distraction." A weak laugh escaped your lips. You had a limp in each step you took. You were covered in cuts, scraps, hell the man wasn't even sure how bad your wounds were but you were alive....you were alive!
Your name spilled from his lips as he rushed to you, he ignored Lady and Triss, Nico and Nero. He had yo hold you, he needed to feel you in his arms.
"Fuck, you look good doll." Dante tried to remain strong, tried to remain his flirty self but he couldn't. Seeing you here, feeling you against his chest. He couldn't help but break down.
"I love you." Dante whispered into your neck, tears damping your skin.
Letting your fingers slowly run down his back, you relaxed into his embrace. "I love you too."
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Y/N : wait so how big are you though??
Vergil : 6’3?
Y/N : no I mean like in bed
Y/N : how big are you?
Vergil : Still 6’3? Just sideways 😐
Y/N : how can someone be so hot yet so dense 🤦
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Hiii!! I hope you're doing well!!
If you're feeling up to it, I was just wondering if you'd consider writing something short and sweet about Vergil and reader where the reader sees him with his hair down for the first time and absolutely adores his hair? I saw a mod recently where Vergil's got his hair down, almost like Dante's and it just looks so soft and fluffy!!
CAFUNÉ ⋆ ﾟ☾
PAIRINGS: Vergil Sparda x GN!Reader
WARNINGS: Not exactly proof-read (lightly scanned). Overall fluff. :) Simple talk about Vergil's personal troubles, and his emotions.
DESCRIPTION: Wherein the reader finally sees Vergil with his hair down.
A/N: Thank you for your request love. Hope you're doing well too.🖤🖤
There's something cool and restrained about Vergil whenever you're around him.
A sway of your body near his, and suddenly, he is distancing himself. The flesh of your finger tickles against his, he brushes you off. A flickering of your lashes in his presence, he casts his eyes away, avoiding the tenderness in your gaze.
He never shows you disdain, just uncertainty, maybe, fear. Insecurity. Hesitance.
It's not until he finds you that you're certain. His once pale, porcelain skin, silky and smooth, now battered and pores brandishing purple and blue. Cuts and welts that have now tainted his complexion.
He stands at the center of the doorway, tall and broad, clothes matted with mud and slick with blood. The smell of copper and grime desecrates his body. He takes thoughtful breaths of air, smooth and calculated.
This feels like the first time he's ever looked upon you, asked for guidance with just a flickering plea in his blue eyes. The first time he does not shy away.
Maybe, he's not disgusted. He's just afraid, unsure of what he wants.
"Vergil?" you call out for him, voice wavering, your palm shaking as you still grasp the doorknob. "Come inside". You speak softly, worried.
Thoughts flood your head as he doesn't utter even a single word. Just a gentle hum-you took it as thanks-and a gentle push inside through the door. The buckles on his boots rattling as he takes cautious steps inside.
He's been here before. Inside the comfort of your home, yet he acts cautious, awkward.
He is your lover. But even he, a powerful demon, has yet to learn everything that love can offer. What a home can feel like.
You don't attempt to ask what happened, nor place your hands all over him in hopes it will reassure him. You know it won't, and if anything, it would only irritate him, inflict pain on his pride.
"Vergil..." he doesn't look at you as you speak, head still tilted to the floor, his plush lips parted as he breathes, strands of white hair crusted and slick against his temple, crimson dying his scalp.
Only a shutter in his lengthy fingers as he grips his Yamato by his side, he's listening intently to your words, taking them in. Appraising your sweet tone within himself. Grateful to finally have someone.
"Let's get you cleaned up, hm?".
Just like any other moment with the tall, brooding half-demon, the walk to the bathroom is quiet. You lead him toward the tub, your gaze quickly switching to focus on him. Only soft care is present in the way you look at him, your face asking for permission just with a notion of your silken smile.
"I'm going to get your wounds taken care of, and your clothes clean, is that alright with you?" you ask, catching a glimpse of the way his pupils dilate just at the sight of you standing before him.
"Yes..." the tone he speaks is low and grave, his voice hoarse and almost wounded, as if he had been too choked up to speak anything else.
You're content with his compliance, he wants to be comfortable around you, to let you take care of him.
You bend to fix a tub of warm water for him, filling it with crystalline liquid, your fingers pruning at the tips as you swash aromas around in the tub, filling it with rosemary soap and watching lavender salts melt away beyond the suds. The pooling water is now becoming opaque, mountains of bubbles building.
As you turn, you catch the timorous expression he wears as he peers at himself through the mirrors reflection, white eyebrows furrowed, a line building in-between them. Insecure. Unsure. Doubting. Mouth twitching with condemnation.
"Come", you say with sodden palms open, and he obeys, allowing you to strip him of the pungent clothes he wears, your smile of tenderness never dissipating as you toss the dirty assortment into the hamper and guide his tall form into the steaming water.
He sinks into the floral water, a groan hitched in the back of his throat as his back eases with the scorching heat beating into his muscles.
"Feels better already, doesn't it?" your voice is airy, reassuring. He doesn't respond, you didn't expect him to.
You topple amounts of shampoo between your delicate fingertips, bringing it to the roots of his hair and lathering the product along his snowy scalp.
You scrub until the red and black become foamy, you scrub until Vergil purrs in delight.
It's with this, that you realize, he is nothing short of ethereal. Your first time he is so vulnerable enough to present himself to you.
With the water rinsing away the foam, his hair is like a glistening pearl, his natural glossy white untainted, cleansed from your devotion.
Unlike his brother, Vergil preferred to keep himself refined and tidy. It was rare when you saw Vergil showing skin, or speaking too hysterically. Or letting his hair fall loose the way it did now. Cascading over his white eyelashes, his lips relaxed and his expression tranquil. Pleased with you. Jubilant with your very existence.
"You are beautiful..." you speak with a grin, your nails curving into his hair, curious fingertips feeling the soft and silky thickness. You didn't lie. It was no hoax. This, was true. He was an art piece.
Long, once slicked back strands now stick against his face, straight and shiny along the structure of his cheekbones.
"This is my first time seeing your hair like this" a gentle whisper of admiration is heard from your lips. "Would it be selfish of me to wish to see it more often?".
Your demon lover grunts in response, blue eyes opening to stare you down. "Don't get your hopes up", his voice is lax, smooth and nonchalant, his large palm reaches up to press lightly into your wrist, dragging your palm until it rests on his cheek. "It is not guaranteed to happen". Your thumb rubs caresses of worship there, soft eyes filled to the brim with adoration, soaking in this image.
"Thank you", he speaks afterwards, nuzzling into your touch. This time, he will allow it.
"Thank you", he repeats, over and over, until every wound and laceration is treated. "Thank you", until every bruise is kissed.
It's not later on into the night that he joins you for rest, he had insisted on a moment of peace, a moment of privacy. You had no problem obliging.
When you wake the next morning with a tickling sensation crossing your temples, you open your once sealed eyes, corners crusted with sleep. Eyes now adjusting to the light, you take in your sleeping lover before you. His arms are wrapped comfortably around you, ensuring that you are pressed against the broadness of his chest.
Hair is still free, soft and puffy, cascading wonderfully down the structure of his glowing face. Strands caught between the plushness of his pink lips. He hadn't slicked it back yet.
Nights pass, and it remains. Long hair is kept as a special gift for you, neverending.
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I like thinking of random ways Vergil and Nero’s mom got together. this is one of them Lmaoo
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I Just Wanna(Sparda men body hair headcanons)
warnings: smut, mentions of body hair, body hair removal
word count: 2.1k
pairings: Nero x Fem!Reader, Dante x Fem!Reader, Vergil x Fem!Reader and Sparda x Fem!Reader
a/n: inspired by many conversations with @beneathstarryskies. Also this is my first time writing Sparda
Nero
Nero isn’t picky about body hair. He knows he’s got a little(nothing like his uncle Dante), but on you, he’s really not going to care. Though if you’ve got a certain way to keep it, he might be interested in your routine for that.
He enjoys watching you do little things like that; you putting on lotion and moisturizer. The man pretty much just enjoys admiring your body. He’ll even take the time to watch you shower or bathe.
Nero won’t take offense if you mention him removing his hair. You can rest assured that he’ll keep it nice and clean for you too. He’s got a light dusting of it on his chest and a treasure trail. He gets a little timid if you comment on it.
You’ve been dating for some time, but your physical affections never went anywhere further than just making out. While you were very happy with just that, Nero wanted it to go further. But everytime he would picture it happening, he would blush so hard and wouldn’t even really know how to keep it going. What if you thought he was an idiot with his fumbling hands? He’s so desperate to make you feel good.
It’s when you mention his chest hair one day that gets him a good idea. That night, you two are sitting on the couch and you begin kissing gently. He stops you for a moment, and you watch with wide eyes as he takes off his shirt. Nero is very well built, and you’re always a little speechless when you see him without his shirt. He’s blushing as he leans back in.
“Is…is this okay?” he breathes softly, your lips almost touching.
You giggle, “yeah it’s better than okay.”
Without another word or another action, you pull him in for a passionate kiss. His lips part when he gasps softly at the feeling of your hand on his chest, and your tongues rub together wetly. Nero’s already so damn hard in his pants, and he reaches down to adjust it. It’s aching, but he knows he needs to keep this nice and slow.
“Such a gorgeous devil,” you whisper between heated kisses.
Nero’s blushing now, “y-yeah?”
You don’t bother answering, you just decide to let your hand slide down his abdomen. You feel the muscles tensing as you toy with the treasure trail that leads into his pants. You mention how much you love his soft body hair, and you tell him you’d like to know where this trail leads.
“O-oh! Uhm…” he’s unsure of what to say. So you just look into his eyes, and you can see the want there.
“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to, sweetie.”
Another heated kiss, and he pulls you even closer. His hand guides you to the painful bulge in his pants. You begin palming him as you continue making out. The softest whimpers and moans fall from his lips, making you so wet. He begins unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, giving you space to reach into his pants.
“I bet this little trail leads to quite the treasure,” you tease him while fingering the hair leading to his cock.
Dante
Dante is hairy and he knows it. He leans into it very much as well, loving the way that you always play with his body hair. Whether it be cuddled up on the couch and just absentmindedly playing with the chest hair that pops out of his open shirt, or you letting your fingers gently trace the happy trail that leads down his pants, Dante is in love with having his body hair.
On you though, he isn’t very picky. If you like being more natural and foregoing hair removal, then he is more than happy with that. But if you’d like to surprise him with a bald pussy, he will be absolutely weak. It’s just something that definitely surprises him and it’s always a nice change of pace.
He’s also a big fan of watching you do your skincare routine and loves watching you bathe. He’ll melt if you offer to help him shave in any way. If you want to take care of him in that way, it just makes him feel absolutely loved.
You two are resting on his bed after a nice shower together. There are little droplets of water still on his chest, nestled between the gray chest hair. You can’t help but let your fingers begin running through the hair, making Dante sigh happily. He always enjoys just resting on the bed with you, naked and still a little wet from the shower. He can get to hold you so close and caress your body.
“Baby,” he moans, “you really are so beautiful.”
You smile sweetly, “I should say the same about you.”
This makes him blush a little, and he looks away. Even though you’ve been together for so long, Dante isn’t used to being complimented like this. You always say the sweetest things to him, making him pretty much speechless. Especially when you say you think he’s beautiful. That’s a word he feels should be reserved for you, but when you say it right back to him, his brain short-circuits.
He takes your hand in his and places it on his heart. You can feel the rhythm of his heart and you know it beats for you. There’s a pink tinge on your cheeks from him being so sweet to you. Then you feel his hands coming to your body, soothing over the curves of your body. He groans as he cups your breasts, giving them a soft squeeze.
“I could never get tired of touching you like this,” he murmurs as he begins kissing your neck.
You let out a happy sigh, “I’m glad, because I could never get tired touching you like this.”
Dante gasps softly when your hand finds its way down his lower abdomen to his cock. You run your fingers over the hardening member until you're massaging his balls. With that smirk on your face, Dante knows what your intentions are. And he couldn’t be happier.
Vergil
Vergil is probably the most picky of the bunch. He likes things clean, and that means body hair too. He likes to take his time removing the hair that does grow on his body, but it grows lightly and it’s soft, so it’s not like it’s a huge burden for him.
Even when he does let it grow, it’s always clean. And on you, while he doesn’t want to tell you what to do, he would prefer no hair. I’m sure you could persuade him to enjoy a full bush too, if you really set your mind to it. Just being adamant of sticking to your convictions and keeping your body hair is a turn on for Vergil.
He’s not against bathing together, and if you suggest a spa day together, he is very happy about it. It’s a nice experience to have skincare and hair removal together. Afterwards, when the two of you are completely smooth, he loves just taking his time rubbing his naked body against yours.
It’s been a while since the two of you have gone out dancing together. It was something you two had been planning for a while. When you first started seeing Vergil, you had to do a lot of coaxing to get him to go on dates like this. But he’s slowly gotten more comfortable with the idea of going out dancing. And he even dances with you a lot of the time, not just watches you from afar.
You took your time getting ready for tonight, taking a long bath and making sure you got rid of your body hair. Though it can be a bit of a pain in the ass, you know Vergil enjoys feeling your smooth skin. You had taken a long amount of time moisturizing your body with the sweet-smelling lotion he loves so much.
On the dance floor, you’re a natural. You sway and move with the music, almost like your body conducts the music. He isn’t even sure how you do it, you just look so beautiful while you do. And when he moves in closer to take you into his arms, you press yourself up against him. The music slows down to something slower, and you begin slow dancing with him. Vergil has a tight grip on you, but it only makes you feel so wanted.
He can smell that lotion on you, and he feels just how soft you are through the high slit in your dress. It goes right up your thigh, and his hands keep going down to knead the skin there. Vergil purrs softly as you lean in and kiss him, and your noses rub together. When your warm hand caresses his face, he’s putty in your hands. He hopes you’ll notice how he shaved his face today, specifically for your date.
“Such a handsome devil,” you whisper as you lean in to smell his cologne. His lips press to yours, and you feel him cradling your head as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.
When the beat picks back up and the song changes, it’s like a flip was switched inside of you. You begin dancing, shaking your hips in time with the beat. Vergil’s eyes widen slightly as he watches you. You turn around in his embrace, and soon your ass is pressed up against his crotch. It doesn’t take too long for him to begin getting hard.
You raise your hands above your head as the music goes on, and Vergil leans in to smell more of your sweet scent. Your skin is so smooth under your arms, and he’s gently caressing your arm up and down. You can feel him smirking against your skin when he presses his cock against your plump ass.
“I’d take you right here and now if I could,”
Sparda
Sparda is what you’d call old fashion, but what else did you expect from him? The devil has lived a long life, so when he tells you he enjoys a full bush, you really aren’t surprised at all. He enjoys it when his woman is “au naturel” and it really turns him on to know you’re basically trapping your pheromones in your hair.
As for him, he’s like his youngest son. Hairy in all the right places, and he enjoys keeping it as well. Though if you wanted to, you could show him how to keep it nice and clean in the little patterns you might enjoy trimming yours into. He chuckles the first time he sees the heart pattern in your pubic hair, but it really turned him on that you put that much effort just for him.
Another fan of bathing and doing skincare together, and if you were to buy him some fancy products, he’d be so grateful. You can definitely expect him to spoil you though, and he really likes to go all out with his gifts. Lots of spa days to make you all pampered and relaxed just for him
Sparda finds your scent incredibly alluring. It’s so musky and yet so sweet at the same time. Whenever he’s between your legs like this, he enjoys taking his time to kiss your thighs and make you shudder beneath him. He won’t even kiss your mound until he feels you’ve been teased enough.
You watch through hooded eyes as Sparda runs his fingers through your little patch of pubic hair. Sometimes, he seems like a man obsessed with your hair. Your cheeks burn as he looks up at you with such longing. He purrs when you reach down to run your fingers through his thick hair.
“Such a gorgeous woman,”
His words send shivers up and down your spine, and you feel all the hairs on your body stand on end when his warm breath fans over your pussy. He can easily smell that musky scent of your arousal and you feel so warm even just inches away from his face. He wants to go right in and devour you, but it’s difficult for him to not want to tease you for what seems like eternity.
You gasp as you feel his lips on your mound, and his nails gently rake down your thighs. You’re just a whimpering mess on the bed right now, wanting nothing more than for him to give you the stimulation you so desperately need. His eyes snap back up to yours and he chuckles when he realizes just how fucked out you are already.
“I’ve barely done anything, and you’re already like this. What will you be like when I give you what you truly want?”
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Why can't he kill my dad :(
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Vergil NSFW Alphabet
Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)
Pairing: Vergil x gn!Reader
Cw: smut, mentions of spanking, restrains, edging, penetrative sex, biting, hickeys, and the other things that come with the NSFW alphabet
A/n: Yay! Some more love for Vergil. I really enjoyed writing these headcanons for him! I hope you like them too!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
This will depend on where you are in the relationship. If it's really early on I'm going be honest, this man is downright negligent in the aftermath of sex. After he's come down from his high, it's not uncommon for Vergil to just up and leave you to your own devices. You'd be blissfully fucked out, but still left feeling rather lonely, your hand gliding over the cooling bedsheets at your side as you lose yourself in thought.
But as the trust between the two of you builds, and Vergil comes to realize how much he cares for you, he starts to stay. His hands smoothing over the expanse of your skin, lingering over the marks he had left in the midst of both your shared passion. At this point you can ask him for anything and Vergil will bring it to you without question. Water, food, a towel? You need only ask.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Vergil's favorite part of you is your eyes. He's enraptured by how beautiful and expressive they are. Vergil is quite fascinated with how your eyes are such clear windows into your heart. He need only capture your gaze to understand what you are thinking or feeling--much to your chagrin.
As for himself, Vergil likes his chest. Mainly because it's the perfect fit for you to lay on in the dark hours of the night. The feeling of your fingers brushing along his chest while your heart beats alongside his, secretly warms the half-demon's heart like nothing else.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Vergil's cum is usually quite thick and abundant. He doesn't tend to release very often which leads him to getting fairly pent up. Whether Vergil's coming on you or inside you, expect that there will need to be some cleaning up afterwards.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Not really a dirty secret, but a secret nonetheless. Some days Vergil would prefer to snuggle with you and quietly read or just enjoy your company rather than have sex. It's not that Vergil has a low sex drive or that he doesn't desire you--rather, deep, deep down he feels that those tranquil moments of serene calmness with you are what truly feeds his soul. Sex is one thing, but the way you feel curled against his chest, the soft harmony of your fluttering heartbeat and gentle breaths, how your warmth always manages to seep into every part of him, how calm his heart feels whenever he holds you...it's beyond corporeal, and Vergil finds that those are the moments that heal him the most.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Vergil is not very experienced at all. In fact, he's only ever been "intimate" with one other person, and that was a one night stand. Beyond the surface level "sword goes in sheath", Vergil doesn't really have a clue what he's doing. He's receptive to learning, however he's not so interested in following your lead and instead prefers to experiment. Vergil finds great pleasure in exploring your body and discovering for himself what makes you mewl and your toes curl.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Positions where Vergil can easily exert control over your body are typically his favorite (or at least that's what he claims.). Secretly however, Vergil's favorite position is the cowgirl position. There's just something about watching you grasp at his pecs and shoulders while you whimper and bounce yourself on his cock that makes him feral. It's so intoxicating watching you take his cock inside of you over and over, chest heaving and thighs shuddering as you chant his name, begging for him to touch you more.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
100% serious. Just try to crack a joke in the bedroom. Vergil won't hesitate to leave you high and dry if you start telling jokes while he's trying to make you come.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Vergil's exceptionally well groomed. All the hair on his body is tidy and trimmed to perfection. It's kind of uncanny actually.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Again, this will change depending on what point you are at in your relationship with Vergil. At the beginning you get pretty much zero intimacy. Once you and Vergil share a deep bond though, he becomes really sweet and romantic during sex (even when he's being a little rough with you). Passionate words about how good you make him feel whispered against your lips, sustained and sultry eye contact as he sinks his cock inside you, pampering your face, neck, chest, and hands with worshipping little kisses. The whole nine yards.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Vergil is adamant that he's beyond giving in to carnal lust in such a shameless way. If he's wanting, he will come to you to satisfy his desires. Vergil's tune changes however, if he finds himself away from you. On those lonely nights where his cock sits hot and heavy in his pants, his mind racing with fevered thoughts of you, Vergil finds himself unable to resist touching himself.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Bet you thought I was going to say BDSM, or restrains, or choking. Nope. Vergil is an audiophile with a fetish for the sounds of sex. The sight of your naked body is arousing enough, but the gentle hitch of your breath when he touches you? The delicious taste of your moans on his lips? The wet squelching of your walls as he eagerly fingers you to climax? The slap of his hips against yours, and the erotic sound of your hot and swollen flesh giving way to envelop and accommodate his own? Vergil is addicted. In fact, Vergil could probably get off just to the sound of your moans alone. He'd go pay hell a second visit before he'd admit that to anyone though.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
This half-demon prefers to have sex in the privacy of your shared bedroom or home. He's not interested in risky public sex or having any accidental onlookers. Vergil's time with you is only for you and himself to enjoy. Outside of the bedroom, Vergil does like to also have you anywhere else that is comfortable. Laying beneath him on the living room sofa on cool, grey, rainy afternoons. Spread out on a blanket next to the fireplace in the study on starless nights. It's quite romantic actually.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Oh, this man is motivated all right. Funnily enough, it actually doesn't take much to turn Vergil on. A suggestive caress or gaze is enough to pique his interest. However, there are certain things that you can do which really drive Vergil wild. Wearing a flimsy bathrobe that barely hides the lacey, baby blue lingerie you've donned beneath? Slyly allowing your hair to fall against his face as you lean over his shoulder, delivering onto him the gentle scent of that lavender and vanilla shampoo you use? Laying naked beneath the covers when he comes to join you for the night? Yep. That'll do it.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Being submissive. Vergil doesn't mind if you are on top, but because of his past trauma, he's not comfortable with relinquishing all of the control over to someone else (even if that someone is you). Vergil always has to see an out in case he needs it. He needs to feel some semblance of control at all times, even when he's being intimate with you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Vergil ultimately prefers to be on the giving end. It gives him such a rush to be able to turn you stupid just from lapping at your sex. He was not particularly talented with oral sex at the start, but by taking note of your reactions, Vergil quickly learned how to make you melt in his mouth. Now, Vergil enjoys going down on you, both for his pleasure and yours.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Sex with Vergil can alternate from fast and rough to slow and sensual depending on both of your moods. If both of you are pent up, or if you've been teasing him too much, prepare to get railed into the mattress. On those nights, Vergil will only show you mercy if you beg for it. On the other hand, Vergil can be slow and sensual when he wants to take his time with you. When he's feeling particularly vulnerable, Vergil likes to show you with his actions rather than his words just how much you mean to him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Vergil's not that interested in quickies. If you try to initiate sex while the both of you are in public, in a time crunch, or in the middle of a complex situation, he will flat out deny you. Vergil wants to take his time whenever he's having sex with you. He wants no interference and no distractions so that he can enjoy you to the fullest.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Vergil does like to experiment on what sensations he can give you using his body, but outside of this he's not that big on taking risks. Public or semi-public sex are huge no goes for him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
I hope you're prepared because Vergil's stamina seems limitless. He can go multiple rounds, needing very little time to recover between each one. When Vergil is hungry for your touch, you know you're going to be sore in the morning.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Vergil is not the biggest fan of toys. He won't outright forbid you from using them when he's not around, but when the two of you are together, Vergil wants to make you feel good using only his body. Vergil's a bit selfish (and a little possessive) in that he wants to be the only one to make you come.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
This man isn't an instigator. Vergil won't tease you unless you start it first--but if you start it? Oh boy. Vergil won't hesitate to restrain your hands, arms and legs, and get to work. Edging you with his fingers and tongue, disciplining you with little punishments in the form of slaps to your ass, hickeys and bite marks along your thighs and neck, driving you so far to the edge that you're shamelessly begging for his cock...
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Vergil is relatively quiet whenever the two of you are having sex. Outside of soft panting and the occasional growl not much falls from this half-demon's lips. However, there are those rare moments where Vergil loses just enough of that control he restrains himself with, and the sweetest little moans will grace your ears.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Vergil loves to bring you gifts. Whether it be books, flowers, jewelry, or little trinkets that he knows you'll appreciate. Vergil isn't very good at expressing his feelings in actions or words, so he tries to compensate with gifts.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Vergil's size is above average. He's thick, long, uncut, and perfect. There isn't a mole or scar that has touched Vergil's skin down there. It's mindboggling, and he's an absolute delight to look at. You have asked him if you could sketch or paint him nude before, to which Vergil's cheeks had flushed pink, and he denied your request outright. Maybe one day you can convince him.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Vergil's sex drive is fairly average overall. He does have his periods of...elevated carnal lust, but outside of those he's about as horny as the next guy.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It depends. If Vergil feels relaxed then he will fall asleep with you fairly quickly after sex. However, if something is plaguing his mind then Vergil finds that he has a difficult time falling sleep (even with your soft, warm body next to him). On those nights, Vergil likes to hold you, stroking your hair as you quietly snore away in his arms. He knows that if he gets up and leaves the bed that you'll wake up, worry, and then follow him so that you can comfort him.
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Can I request a shy S/O who has a crush on Vergil/Dante/V and they draw the boys secretly in their sketchbook with little notes like "saw him in those dark blue jeans again he's so beautiful" or "how do I tell him I love him?" etc. The boys stumble upon this and they're so flattered they blush to their chest.
Why is this literally me lol. Hope you enjoy!
Dante
Your sketchbook was filled with sketches of him mostly during training since it was the only time his focus couldn't ver towards you at any given moment
You've indirectly gotten better at drawing action poses and the male torso because of this and the fact that this man goes full Grey Fullbuster and takes off his shirt to train
The other time you're able to draw him is when he's asleep, a magazine covering his face
One particular position you found him laying in had you write a note of "Idk how he's sleeping like this" next to the sketch of it.
Dante has noticed you with this sketchbook and hadn't thought anything of it until he realized he never sees you drawing him in it
His curiosity got the better of him one day and decides to take a look while you left it unattended.
The first few pages were as he expected, sketches of Shadow when she was around, the girls of the team, and even some of the orphanage kids playing from when you would visit Nero and Kyrie
Towards the middle of the book, he found all the sketches of him you'd been hiding
He looks over every single one and reads all the little notes you've left behind
He finds the whole idea of you sketching him cute and endearing
Seeing a particular sketch of him asleep, face facing you, with the note "He looks like he gives nice cuddles" has his face a flame, red tracing all the way down his neck
You drew this scared up man so soft, it was like he was looking at someone else
Vergil
You find going unnoticed by Vergil to be easy
He's always either reading or beating up Dante when not on missions
Vergil finds your sketchbook when he mistakes it for his collection of poems on a particularly sleepy morning
Opening it, he's taken back by all the drawings
It's obvious you have some skill
As he turns the page, he finds an entire spread dedicated to him reading
At the very bottom of the page it reads "he's always reading this thing, i wonder what secrets it holds"
Vergil softly smiles, a faint heat resting across his cheeks wondering if he could share a piece of himself with someone again
He was ready, wasn't he?
Flipping the page he finds a spread dedicated to him cooking, fighting, even simply being dressed up in a suit
"I'll admit, he's sexy in a suit"
Vergil's face sets a flame, the man shutting the sketchbook and replacing it finally with his poems
You become curious by the new sets of suits in the coming days but never complain
V
Griffon stole the sketchbook when you left it unattended
He scolds the bird for digging in your private processions but with a little coaxing from Griffon he looks inside
He's not surprised to see sketches of Shadow and Griffon, the bird boasting about how good he looked
As he turns the page, Griffon teases him for the bright pink blush that spreads across his face upon seeing sketches of himself
"My beautiful muse" is written in a beautiful cursive next to a sketch of V smiling
He flips the page expecting to find something different but it's more drawings of him
"May he ever know how he sets my heart a burning"
V can't help but adore you right then
He smiles, closing the sketchbook as you approach
He looks up to you, his smile causing one to spread across your own face
Griffon makes some comment about leaving you two to it before disappearing
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DMC Men in Relationships (SFW)
Dante
☆A playful lover
☆He’s cocky and wants someone who can keep up with him
☆Adventurous dates are big with him always switching between showing off and making sure nothing ever happens to you
☆Very classic will carry you over puddles kind of guy
☆You’ll tease him when he falls into stereotypes
☆He’ll play it off like nothing happened
☆Dante is a player who has finally found the one he’s going to do everything he can to keep you there
☆Rainy days are special that’s when he gets to take a day to stay in with you cuddled up on the couch
☆You two spend those days watching movies and being close
☆He feels like all of his struggles in life are worth it now that he has you
Vergil
☆Vergil cares about you deeply but doesn’t show it in an obvious way
☆He does not mess around and he wants to make sure things work so that you are both happy
☆Dates with Vergil are thought out
☆His love for you shines through with the carefully planned trip to a small bookshop that happens to be next to a tea shop
☆Not too big on pet names but will refer to you as his angel
you make him feel safe like he can finally rest
☆Vergil has a lot of knowledge that he wants to share with you
☆You learn from him and he learns from you
☆He enjoys hearing your thoughts on the world
☆Absolutely fascinated with how you see things so differently from him
☆He wants to keep you by his side and never let you go
Nero
☆This man is new to the whole relationship game
☆While he’s unsure at times he makes up for that
☆Like his father, he loves to listen to you
☆Nero may not know everything but he can understand where you’re coming from and makes sure he’s there to support you
☆Dates with him are chill but cute
☆For one of your first dates, he takes you to a park where he’s done his best to surprise you with a picnic
☆He puts effort in but it’s not always perfect
☆Very easily flustered
☆Does not matter how long you’ve been together
☆Will blush when you catch him staring at you
☆You are his everything
☆Everything he does in his day is with you in mind
☆He keeps a small picture of you somewhere on him
☆Frequently has to replace it because of all the action
☆But it’s the thought that counts
☆Nero wants to show his love for you 24/7
Author's Note: Thank you for all of the support! I did not expect anyone to be as kind as you all have been BEFORE I even made a post! I hope you guys will enjoy this one and there are plenty more in the works. <3<3<3
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Not quite as good as a Sundae
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Dante X F!Reader
CW: Orgasm denial, Oral, Cunnilingus, naked, AFAB reader, Dante has a long tongue
Word count: Roughly 1K
A/N: You had a hard day and Dante has a way to make you relax with an added bonus at the end when he finally lets you have your release.
You let out a low whine as your fingers brush along the white locks on the head currently between your legs, the digits tangled along the strands trying to keep the demon hunter in place. It’s difficult when most of your body is held in the air with your shoulders and the back of your head the only thing touching the bedding of the mattress you’d been laying on. “Dante!” Almost screaming his name and his tongue twisted inside your dripping slit hitting a bundle of nerves.
You’d had a long day and when you got back to the office headed for your shared bedroom with the silly pizza man. Flopping onto your back with a hand to your forehead as your feet and legs burned after a day on them. The moment the door swung open you heard a low whistle and it wasn’t long before you were stripped naked and Dante was down to just his pants.
That had been over an hour ago and you were growing desperate. Four times Dante had brought you to the edge and four times he had denied you tipping over that edge on his tongue and his lovely rough digits. “Please!” Panting as his tongue curls and his nose bumps against your clit as your toes curl.
Only to hear a pop and a groan as his head easily breaks from your grip. “Please what Doll?” Followed by a chuckle and a brush of his lips along your thigh. His wide palms squeezing the globs of your butt as he lifts you away from his mouth and keeps you held up in the air.
Smacking the blankets in frustration as the tears lined your lashes. “Dante!” This time your hissing as your hands land on your face, pressing your heels into your eyes as you breathe deeply. “I can’t take much more of your teasing!”
A snort before you let out a squeal as Dante pinches your ass and your body arches in responses and just a sliver of your shoulders remains against the mattress with your heels digging into his back thrown over his broad shoulders. “Sure you can Doll, you’re tougher than you look.” Sending you a wink before letting one of his hands slide down your back before grabbing one of your tits and giving it a squeeze. “After all you fuck me everynight and get up the next morning.” A seductive wiggle of his eyebrows as you roll your eyes at him, your orgasm that had been burning you alive cooling.
“No. You fuck me there’s a difference, and getting up is relative.” Swatting at his hand but not pushing it away from fondling your breast. “You shoved me out of bed yesterday. With your foot.”
“I’m making up for it now aren’t I?” Instead of giving you a chance to answer Dante grips your hip again and shifts you again. “Plus with how shiny and puffy this pussy is it’s as much a treat for me as it is for you.” A wink before he’s delving between your thighs again, broad strokes of his tongue over your folds as you mewl with your hands flailing before grabbing the fabric of the bedspread under you.
With both hands back on your ass and kneading the muscles of it while his mouth is busy switching from broad strokes to thinner ones twirling along the outside of your dripping cunt. The burning in your stomaching already returning like an inferno and a sheen of sweat forming on your skin and your chest heaves as your heart starts to race.
A long low groan as Dante starts to lap faster at your core and slips his tongue inside your walls once more and you catch his eyes to see a glint of mischief in those blue orbs. Gripping the sheets harder and trying to roll your hips, not trusting Dante to deny you once trying to keep him between your thighs. Letting out a long low while as he undulates the broad wet muscle along your slick walls, and starts to hum the vibrations has your back arching for a different reason.
Panting as his mouth pulls away from your soaked pussy but his lips are still close enough you can feel as he licks them, drinking down your slick. “Do you trust me Doll?” That deep voice of his has somehow become even deeper and you aren’t sure of if it’s in your head or not.
“You know I do!” You’ll always trust him.
Letting out a wordless scream as he shoves his tongue into your core with renewed enthusiasm and you’re squirming in his grasp as the fire inside of you seems to burn brighter. Slamming your eyes shut as he works your spasming core as if he’s licking up a strawberry sundae, he knows damn well how to use that dexterous tongue of his. “Look at me Doll.” Growling as he stops for a moment and you slowly open your eyes to see Dante watching you with those blue eyes that are glowing with desire. “Keep watching.” Another growl and you let out another wordless scream as Dante does something he doesn’t do often, but when he does you’re always left boneless.
He uses his devil trigger.
You’re staring into those glowing eyes as his tongue grows longer, reaching deeper places inside of your core. Curling it and flicking at nerve clusters while his hands loosen their hold, the heat from those talons seeping into your skin and you can’t do anything but whine and pant as he keeps moving his tongue. A soft moan as the hardened ridge of his wings that wrap around him like his coat spread your slopping pussy more open for him to reach even deeper. The points that form along his jaw pressing into your supple flesh and his elongated tongue reaches the deepest part of you as his nose bumps your engorged clit.
Everything hits you at once with the multitude of textures and sensations as you’re violently pushed over the edge as your orgasm rolls through you like a truck. Screaming his name before slumping bonelessly with your eyes rolling back in your head.
Dante smirks and shifts his grip on your body making sure his claws don’t slice into your skin as you relax in your haze, lapping at your juices as if it’s the rarest liquor he’s ever had. Denying you several times had been worth it as your cunt is still clenching around his tongue as if wanting to suck it in even deeper and you keep producing more and more fluid for him. With you blissed out like this he can enjoy watching you in your haze with a tender expression, not having to worry about you making comments that would have him trying to hide his affections. Drinking you down as his cock throbs painfully in his tight pants, he can deal with that himself once he’s done with you for the night.
He'll never tell you to your face, but you're almost as good as a strawberry sundae.
Almost.
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CAROL OF THE BALLS !
ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader x dante (dmc)
tags. i made them brothers, cucking, threesome, age gap, size kink, ass play, leon eats his cum so incest, cum eating, creampie, p in v
note. SORRY FOR BEING LATE AGAIN i have been tweaking :3 but um whatever! ignore typos or i’ll detonate :3 feedback n rbs much appreciated !!! ooc bc dante is literally a well-meaning old man but i have to make him sleazy for porn without plot purposes sorry!! i also cut the smut short bc. bc i wanted to get this out so sorry if it’s jolty 😭
tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.
Your love for Leon, much to his dismay, is no match for your pursuit of cock. His poor girl, you suffer from this awful disease at such a young age, the kind that tears a family apart - wandering hands they call it. In Leon’s terms, it would be something more akin to cock-driven. That’s your motivation, and if you see one you like, you’re gonna get it. Fuck, you’d do rocket science on the spot for a nice, fat cock. Unfortunately, it just so happens to be his older brother that you’ve set your eye on. And Leon’s older brother is the most shameless asshole since, like, god, Mark Antony? That guy was obnoxious, right? Fucking his best friend’s wife and all.
Dante is that obnoxious but amplified tenfold, if you can even imagine that. He’s got a big mouth to match his stature, and, you guessed it, he’s got one hell of a dick stuffed into those tacky leather pants. And you’re taking a very obvious gander at what sort of goodies he’s got tucked away. You’re playing footsie with him under the table for fuck’s sake. Leon can tell by the way you’re slouched too far back in your seat, but it’s mainly ‘cause he dropped his fork and when he lifted the table cloth, he found your foot rubbing along Dante’s inner thigh while his fingers toyed with the frilly cuff of your sock. Bringing you home for Christmas was a mistake. You’re too precious to give up and too hard to reign in. He should just store you away in a jar of some sort, poke a few holes in the lid so you can breathe, a bird cage perhaps, or maybe a crate?
Knowing you, you’d manage to get your paws on Dante either way. A cage would be no problem, just slip it right on in through the gaps! A makeshift gloryhole if you will. Honestly, he’d prefer you to pick Vergil over Dante, at least the guy has it all together, at least he’s not a washed up loser who can’t pay his bills, at least he’s not Dante. You’d think as the younger sibling you’d turn out better, right? It’s like baking a cake, the first time it’s shit, and the second time it’s better. Not soft in the centre, not burnt to a crisp on the sides - just don’t work like that around here. Instead, Leon’s parents had the stronger, taller, hotter, bigger one first, then little Leon to top it all off. Little ‘cause he’s 5’10 with insoles only.
Oh yeah, you can ask around town. Leon Kennedy? That guy’s decent, nice face, nice smile, nice guy. Dante? One that walks around like his dick is weighing him down, fuckin’ pornstar face, can tell if a girl likes him when she’s got her ankles behind her head – yeah, I know him, he broke my parents marriage up, and he fucked my sister, and my auntie, yeah, the one that came over for the holidays. I don’t really mind ‘cause he gave it to me after too! Oh, no way, I couldn’t do that with Leon, he’s more of the settle down type, don’t you think?
No one has actually said that and yes, he is more of the settle down type, but Leon has had his fair share of flings, and contrary to popular belief - missionary is not the only position he knows. He knows how to put a girl on her knees, no stranger to it. Maybe, just maybe, his dick is the problem. It’s not small, not quite big, it’s adequate, or perhaps it’s inadequate and that’s why you’re offering to wash the dishes alongside Dante. Leon hasn’t seen Dante do a household chore since 1976, that’s when Leon was in the womb if you didn’t know. Meaning he hasn’t ever seen Dante do a single chore, not even pick up his own underwear the fucking slob. And don't even get him started on you. The girl who struggles to get the vacuum working when Leon’s not around, then you do it half heartedly for five minutes before complaining about your back aching.
He’s pacing outside the kitchen like a guard on duty, listening in on your conversation with Dante, it’s absolutely thrilling. Leon couldn’t think of a better way to spend his time, he just loves to hear his girlfriend flirt her way into his brother’s pants.
Oh, your hands are so big, Dante! Wow, they’re so much bigger than mine. My goodness, Dante, you could pick me up, like, sooooo easy! I wonder what else is big! Has your hair always been that colour? No, that’s so not true, Dante, doesn’t make you look old at all! It suits you, don’t look a day over twenty. Duh, of course I’m joking, I like ‘em old anyway. Do you babe? You should go ahead and suck his old man cock, sure Dante wouldn’t mind, and it’s not like Leon has any say. You’re young and fickle - this is what he deserves for dating a girl your age. What more do you know than dick?
“It’s okay, he won’t wake up,” Your voice is muffled in his ears, distant despite you being less than an inch away from him. He shifts, feels around for your warmth, clasps an arm that’s way too jacked.
Leon’s brother is remarkable really, he turns over after a struggle with the bedside lamp, sees Dante’s teeth gleaming, your little hands splayed flat across his chest. He’d go at him, make a feast of it, he wishes for the tearing of Dante’s throat to be biblical. God, Kane and Abel have nothing on them. “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” His digs his nails into hardened muscle.
“Please, baby,” You beg him, beg is an exaggeration, from you it’s a command. Like, not Oh, please, Leon! May I suck and fuck your brother while you lay beside us? More of a Please, shut your mouth and let me have this, Leon. I haven’t had good dick ever since I started dating you.
He falters, “No, babe,” Leon shakes his head, lip curling upwards in both disgust and wonderment at the boldness of your request. “No, are you crazy?”
“C’mon, Leon,” Dante pouts, and it’s disturbing to see a grown man with no upper lip do that. “She just wants to have a little fun.”
“Don’t— don’t get involved, this is between me and her.” His attempt at assertion is only met with amusement.
“Leon, please?” You bat your lashes. Beat. His heart hammers in his chest. Then Leon closes his eyes like a good boy, he’s always been great at taking orders. Whatever. Fuck his brother to your heart’s content.
“He not treatin’ you right, sweet thing?” Dante murmurs into your neck, his thick fingers parting your slippery folds, rubbing deft circles on your twitching clit.
He grits his teeth so hard they squeak. Leon treats you perfectly well. Surely, saying otherwise—
“No, Dante,” You pout up at his brother, a small hand curled around his wrist as he pushes his fingers knuckle-deep into your slick cunt.
Stupid bitch. Leon has never been inclined to call a woman a bitch, total lie, but Claire told him it’s not appropriate, and Claire is usually right about most things. Not right now though, girls are fucking brutal.
“No?” Dante coos, “My little brother can’t please his girl? Can’t get this little cunt soaked?” There’s a wet smack, and you gasp.
“Don’t do that.” Leon can’t help himself, it’s like he insists on making a fool of himself. “She doesn’t like that.”
“Do it again.” You plead, “Dante, please, feels so good.” The crooked smile Dante gives him is humiliation at its finest.
He draws his hand back, spanks your cunt, the fleshy part of his palm mashing against your clit. “You don’t even know what your girl likes.”
“I do.” Leon’s chest aches, his dick aches even more, feels like it’s about to over-inflate and pop.
“Bet you like it rough, don’t you, babe?” Dante asks, presses his nose into your neck, licks a stripe up your jugular.
“She does not.”
“Yes.” You nod crazy like a dashboard bobblehead.
Dante raises his brows when he glances sideways at Leon, “He’s not givin’ it to you is he? You want him all up in your guts, baby, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, god, please,” You whine, clit thrumming beneath Dante’s fingertips. “Want it here.” You bring Dante’s hand to rest on your abdomen, “wanna feel you here, please.”
“Dirty little bitch,” Dante coaxes an orgasm out of you with his fingers alone.
“Don’t speak to her like that.”
“I’ll speak to her how I want,” He retorts, “She likes it, ‘s why you’re gettin’ me all wet, isn’t it, baby?”
“Mhm,” Your eyes follow his every move, and Leon has never seen you so enthralled during sex. He’s used to you laying on your back like a dead girl, legs over his shoulders, letting out the occasional grunt of discomfort.
His head dips low, the sheets are long forgotten, crumpled at the foot of the bed. Dante’s big hands spread your cheeks apart, licks into your cunt, flicks his tongue over your clit— and you moan like you never have before. Back bowing off the bed, covering your mouth with a balled-up fist, chest heaving.
“That good, baby?” Dante hums, his teeth scrape over your clit when he pulls back the hood, and you squirm.
“So good, so good— ‘s so fuckin’ good, god!”
Alright, can’t be that good, now you’re just putting it on to piss Leon off. You’ve never sucked his dick well enough for him to moaning like that. Then again, his dick doesn’t have a million nerve endings. The sounds Dante is making are downright lewd, unnecessary even, you’re dripping all over his face, his chin wet and shiny with your pussy— then he makes the jump. A move that’s bold even for a dude as outrageous as Dante, his pink tongue follows the natural trail from pussy to asshole. Licks the puckered rim till you relax, and there’s no resistance from you whatsoever. You’re just letting this grimy bastard eat your fucking ass? Even Leon hasn’t gotten that far, not that he’s asked, not that he’s ever thought about it - something about the second hole just feels wrong.
Dante spits on it, manages to get his thumb in nicely, then he sits up, leaves you empty. “Just a little girl takin’ big things, aren’t you? How am I s’posed to fit in this tight cunt without breaking it?” He tilts his head to the side, eyes droopy like he’s drunk on pussy juice alone. Probably is. Shit is potent. Especially when you’ve been nose-deep.
His brother only smiles, gives a pointed look to Leon’s dick straining against the fabric of his boxers, the sticky wet patch. “That’s why she wants cock so bad, huh?” Leon is not small. His dick is just right, it’s fine, it’s sufficient. There’s nothing wrong with it, but he cups a hand over his bulge to hide it from Dante.
Dante shucks off his pants, and yeah, Leon really is the little brother in every sense. He might as well just kill himself at this point, there is no winning against a dick that fat. Shit’s so big it’s hanging downwards, so heavy it can’t even hold itself up. Some big fucking balls to level it out. Jesus, is he seriously admiring his brother’s dick right now? Listen, it’s just got some real weight to it, and Leon has to say he’s impressed. Only seen this breed of horsecock in porn.
“Gosh, Dante,” You’re lovestruck, cockstruck, a trembling hand reaches forward to cup his heavy balls, then wrap it around the base, and it’s honestly so big your thumb and middle finger struggle to meet.
“Don’t throw her around like that, oh my god.” Leon frowns, catches your head from knocking against the headboard when Dante manhandles you onto your front. “Just be careful.” If you told Leon he’d be watching his brother fuck his little girlfriend from behind with a thumb in her ass, he’d say, yeah, sounds about right. Some shit that would happen to a guy like me.
“She can take it.” Dante says, then he’s sheathed inside with a single glide of his cock, no resistance whatsoever. You’re that wet. Dripping down your thighs. God, he’s never seen you get so worked up. “Can’t you, babe?”
“Yes, please, just give it to me please, Dante,” Now that’s begging, not that shit you were doing earlier. “Wan’ it so bad, please, might die, Dante.”
“Alright, okay, baby, only ‘cause you asked so nicely.” He snickers, wraps his arm around your front and then fucks into you so hard the bed rocks. Headboard hits the wall. Stuff you see in movies. God, his poor girl, you’ll be ruined once Dante’s done with you.
“Oh my god, oh my god, Dante,” You mewl an endless string of expletives, arch so your hips push back onto his fat cock, and your eyes roll back into your head, and there’s spit trickling down your chin— Holy fucking shit. It’s like watching a porno play out. Hell, it might very well be a porno. C’mon, where’s the camera, is this Dante’s new side gig? Is this keeping his lights on, his fridge full, his water running? Wouldn’t put it past him.
Once he creams your hole, Dante’s quick to spread you apart with his big hands, you’re still gaping. “Go on, Leon.” He says very simply, smiles the way he always does when he suggests something outlandish. “Clean her up.”
Leon’s never eaten pussy from the back, it’s impolite. Crude. That’s the general consensus, right? And Leon’s a feminist, he’ll eat a pussy that sits itself on his face, he’ll snuggle up between a thick pair of thighs - but from the back, oh, it’s just obscene. Still does it though. Eats his brother's thick cum from your hole, sucks on your swollen clit, laps till there’s nothing left that’s dirtier than his own tongue. Then he goes to bed with a hard dick and the taste of his brother’s cum in the back of his throat. He’ll sleep it off.
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