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zg0nuwa · 5 months
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i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore
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gettingsilly · 4 days
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said she wanted five guys she aint talkin about burgers
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angelltheninth · 6 months
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DMC Men Getting Sucked Off
Pairing: Dante, Virgil, Nero, V x Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjob, encouragement, cum swallowing, rough oral sex, throatfucking
A/N: Don't know why I felt like writing them today but yeah.
DANTE
Very relaxed and often sitting on the couch when you're sucking him off. He will have both his arms laid back against the couch, maybe some music in the background as well, his fingers tapping lightly along with the rhythm. You'll have to be really loud if you want him to hear you choking on his cock, you'll have to keep moaning, talking against it and telling how good he tastes to you, or else he might think you don't like what you're doing to him.
VIRGIL
Doesn't let you suck him off that often, he doesn't have the time to let you have your way whenever you want. It's a very rare treat for you, so you always make the absolute most of it. You can't get him to come fast enough, he's resisting it, teasing you, letting you think you have him where you want him when in fact it's so easy for him to turn the tables on you and start fucking your mouth just like he wanted from the moment you got on your knees. You wanted this remember? So now you have other choice but to swallow every last drop of his cum.
NERO
He can't last that long when your mouth is on his dick. He has stamina everywhere else but not in this one area, so the way he asks you to blow him is by telling you to help him out with his stamina problem. Of course you know that's he's just being shy about it and wants to feel your warm mouth and tongue on his dick while he runs his hand through your hair and occasionally grabs some of it in his fist. Although usually not that vocal you're able to change that for him very easily with just a few bobs of your head and moans of your own.
V
Barely able to keep his hands to himself when you're sucking on his dick. He is an extremely whimpery person in private with you, which is nice for you, that you get to reduce him to a complete mess of a man. Isn't shy about what he likes or how he likes it, and if he has enough energy, or is pent up enough he will throatfuck you until you have trouble talking afterwards. This isn't something that happens often because you always seem to know when he needs your mouth on his dick. Still it doesn't hurt to have him ask, just for you to see that rare cute side of him.
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cupidscrule · 2 months
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Why can't he kill my dad :(
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mannequinreligi0n · 2 months
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How The DMC Boys Eat Out
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WARNINGS: NSFW! - oral (female receiving)
WORD COUNT: ~150 per person
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DANTE
Dante’s a busy man but what does he always make time for? Dessert. Though it’s not often you get dedicated alone time, Dante has made it a habit to at least reward you for sticking by his side as often as possible. This usually has you seated atop his desk, hands grasping at bills and work permits, as he sits before you in his beaten leather chair. Hungry and eager, he’ll kitten-lick at your hole ensuring that he’s tasting every single drop of arousal that leaks out. Dante’s a pleaser at heart, meaning he’ll go til his jaw locks or you yank him off of you. But until that point, he’ll make sure to mutter praise and sweet nothings in your heat, making you twitch and squirm. When he’s not holding your hips down, he’ll switch off between pumping digits or his tongue into you, knowing the right combination to make anyone unlucky enough to be at the agency hear you cry out his name til you lose all capability of intelligent speak.
“So wet - just for me, sugarplum. M’gonna make sure you can’t walk after this.”
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VERGIL
Unlike his twin, Vergil appreciates more calculated encounters, rather than spontaneous ones. Ambience is very important to him; he’ll make sure that everything leading up to the moment is just right. Candles, wine, and soft sonatas playing in the background - all leading up to get you seated above him, thighs nearly squeezing his head into the mattress. The crude act of face-sitting is made into a poetic one when Vergil is under you. Methodical tongue movements and cherry lips sucking the life out of you make your hands grip the headboard with unbeknownst strength. Calloused hands will knead into your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles in an attempt to calm your jolting above him. Vergil has spent years mastering the art of patience and playing the long-game. He’ll make sure to draw out every single second til your legs give out. Aftercare is a biggie for him, holding you to his chest and praising your behavior to calm your pounding heart.
“Don’t mock me, little one. When I say sit, I mean sit.”
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NERO
Nero is the happy-medium of the trio. Whether it’s quickies in the van or the good ol’ ‘wined and dined’, he’ll make sure that you are his number one priority. If there’s one thing Nero loves, though, it’s getting to stay in bed with you on his day off. Tired kisses and slow petting will eventually lead to Nero disappearing under the covers to take post between your legs. Inside the cocoon of blankets, Nero will lazily drag his fingers over your sensitive folds before anchoring his mouth to your bud. Gentle flicks of his tongue timing to the pump of his two fingers buried in you to the knuckle. Intermittently, his mouth will detach from you and trail kisses along your inner thighs and navel, whispering how good you taste and how much he loves you. He won’t emerge from his hideout until you’ve came - peeking out of the covers to kiss you sweetly, the taste of yourself prominent on his lips.
“There you go, let it out. You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.”
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lady-of-spades · 3 months
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The DMC Guys w/ Their Crush Falling Asleep on Their Shoulder:
Dante:
Smuggest little shit in the whole world. You will absolutely not be hearing the end of this whenever this happens, especially after the first time. He's just so pleased with himself. Because we all know Dante would be the type to try and playfully tease his crush as a way to convey his flirting while trying to play it smooth while simultaneously feeling out the vibe of his crush, even if he's known them a fair while.
Man has such cursed luck when it comes to not just women but also his love life as a whole that he knows to be cautious when also trying to not push his luck.
Though on the flipside its the only cover he has to hide the fact that on the inside he has simultaneously died and ascended at the same time the first time this happens. There's nothing Dante loves more than just little intimate moments like these. Granted he'd gladly take any moment of intimacy from the person he's pining for, but something like this is a moment he cherishes all too much.
Plus, he likes seeing this more vulnerable side to them, having secretly had those late night thoughts of them sharing a bed together and just having moments like these. Plus, honestly he's quietly celebrating that they evidently feel comfortable around him enough to fall asleep.
As mildly surprised as he is about it at first, Dante has also never felt more touched knowing the person he pines for evidently trusts him enough to sleep not just beside him, but on him too. He makes a point to move as little as possible in fear of waking you up. It would be such a crime and a shame to wake them up, especially with how cute they look while being so peacefully snuggled up on his shoulder like that.
Besides, if they're gonna snooze on his shoulder and keep him from doing anything else, it's only right that he joins them too, right?
Vergil:
Vergil.exe has stopped computing. Rebooting. Rebooting.
Vergil would most likely to be the type where if it were anyone else, you know they'd likely be getting a hell of an annoyed glare by the time they wake up. That, or they'd be carefully moved to sleep in a different position at least. Granted you still may get a small lecture even as his crush if you've been neglecting your body and not getting enough rest. It's a lecture out of love and concern he swears.
Though, fortunately for his crush, they unknowingly have a number of benefits with Vergil. And fortunately getting to peacefully sleep on his shoulder gets to be one of them.
Fortunately with being half devil, both him and Dante are basically living furnaces, so he can't entirely blame them for deciding to make him their nearest pillow. Doesn't mean he at all knows how to react at first when it happens, of course. It wouldn't be surprising if he froze up at first, determined to not move a muscle to risk waking you up and having an even more awkward moment to deal with.
Congrats, you get to have sleeping-cat-on-lap privileges. And unless there is an emergency great enough to warrant him moving, Vergil is likely not going to budge an inch as mentioned. Man would probably have a book on hand anyway to read while you slept, moving ever so carefully as he did.
He does ponder about what to say when you do inevitably wake up, going over various scenarios in his head so as not to make a fool out of either of you. The last thing he needs is to give Dante or even Nero any material for future teasing.
Dante finding out about his not-so-secret pining was a headache enough with what he gets every time you're somehow brought up in conversation. The walls and furniture of Dante's shop have scarcely known a stay of not being impaled since.
Much like his brother, Vergil has secretly thought about little moments like this, little private moments of intimacy and trust the two of you might share; especially on late nights and gloomy rainy days that are perfect for cuddling on the sofa while Vergil reads. Preferably reading to you if you'd be interested in listening, even if its just something to help you fall asleep.
It's one of his favorite day dreams that always fills his chest with a warm and pleasant flutter (even compared to the ones that leave him preoccupied with the last minute cold showers that last much longer than usual).
Nero:
Similar to Vergil, Nero has that awkward moment where he's not entirely sure what to do, eventually going the route where he tries to play it cool and act like it's no big deal or anything. Not like his heart is secretly racing what feels like a million miles an hour while he tries to "get his head together."
So long as nothing big is going on, he'll likely try to find something to keep his mind occupied while you blissfully slept. No point in getting more flustered than he already was, and god forbid Nico or Dante saw him like this. He'd never hear the end of it knowing them.
Nero would undoubtedly try to make sure there was little noise around while you did, even giving Nico the stink eye if she decides to be her usual loud self. Hell, the teasing will be tolerable if she can at least do it when you're not around and definitely not while you're passed out on his shoulder. If you saw him as flushed and embarrassed as he was, he think he might just spontaneously combust on the spot. Or at least he quietly hopes he will anyway.
Is definitely the type where he'd try to find ways to make you more comfortable while you sleep. Are you shivering at all? He'll try and carefully get a blanket (though will probably end up getting some silent support from Kyrie--we do love a good wing-woman).
Does you neck look a little uncomfortable? Cue Nero trying to carefully reposition you as best he can so you don't wake up with a sore as hell neck. Last thing he needs is you to wake up with a massive crick in your neck from falling asleep on him wrong of all things. He wants to be associated with nice things; especially when it comes to feeling comfortable to sleep against him like this.
Despite his best attempts to play it off later like it's no big deal by the time you wake up, it's hard not to see his adorably flushed face as he smiles. If nothing else, it will certainly be one of those rare moments he'll treasure for as long as possible. Now, if only he could work up the nerve to confess and ask you out properly...
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notrattus · 2 months
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sittin' pretty - [dante sparda]
he’s been picturing you on the back of his eyelids for so many nights now, until finally he can have you exactly the way he imagined…
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ft. dante x f!reader
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content: porn no plot, oral sex (f!receiving), face sitting, male masturbation, and i think that’s all?? just needed this out of my brain into the world </3 (half arsed the proofread because im tired so please excuse any errors!!)
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“Oh c’mon. Don’t keep me waiting, darling.”
Dante’s drawl comes low and gravelly as his hands keep a white knuckle grip on your hips, fingertips pressing dints into soft skin. Your knees rest beside his ears that are flushed red at the tips and thighs bracket his head with a hand fisted into unkempt silver hair. You tug at the strands teasingly.
“Don’t rush me.” You chide playfully, sighing a laugh. “I’m not used to this.” Your words are nothing more than a whisper that trembles with your nerves, swallowing the lump in your throat and bringing your hips forward to hover above his face.
He purses his lips and turns his head to the side, caressing a hand down the outside of your thigh as he presses a couple of gentle, messy kisses to the inside of your leg. Dante’s touch is tantalisingly rough. The drag of the toughened skin on his palms raking over your body makes you want to squirm and the press of his kiss-bitten lips sends static rolling over you, compelling you to give way to desire.
“It’s okay, angel.” He murmurs softly, looking up at you with that glazed over stare and half lidded eyes, a mind so clouded by lust. He urges his chin forward as if trying to reach you but your hand in his hair keeps him pinned back against the pillow.
“It’s no different than before, yeah? You’ve just gotta sit pretty for me. Whenever you’re ready.” Dante’s tone is patient and voice velvety, never straying away from the reassurance you need so badly to hear. His hands trail around to the tops of your thighs and squeeze encouragingly, thumbs rubbing small circles that calm your racing thoughts.
It’s not as if you haven’t been this vulnerable with Dante before, stripped down and bearing all, goosebump littered skin exposed to air and lascivious touches. But it’s the first time you’ve loomed above him like this. You’re not used to looking down at the smug smirk he wears or having him pinned beneath you so effortlessly. It’s as thrilling as it is nerve wracking.
But he’d been thinking about this for weeks. It was only a matter of time until he couldn’t stand to wait anymore.
When you went to lie back into the sheets as you always do, ready for him to clamber above you and have his way, Dante couldn’t help but groan. Though it wasn’t his usual grumble of impatience, no, this one sounded far more exasperated. You were struck with confusion as he slovenly kissed his way up your neck, grazing over every erroneous spot he’d already doted on, to hover his lips by your ear and utter his confession.
“Angel?” He whispered, lying between your legs.
“Hm?” You tried to push back at his shoulder to get a good look at his face but his stance was steadfast, a familiar weight that caged you to the mattress. He nosed against your temple and breathed you in unabashedly.
“I uh, I was thinking- How about we try something else, change it up a bit?” His timbre was rough, impatient, and the way he brazenly groped you over your thin clothes gave away his desperation. As did his hard cock pressing heavy against your thigh, restricted by the cover of his leathers.
“Oh?” Came your little mumble of surprise, a gasp hidden behind a giggle. “Yeah? Is there something you were thinki-“
“Mhm. ‘Want you to sit on my face.” His words were rushed and slurred like even the idea of it was enough to cloud his mind, the image having played on the back of his eyelids countless times before. With eyes closed he was rolling his hips into yours and pushing his hands under your shirt hastily, picturing you in such a compromising way.
“Please? It'll feel good, you know? ‘Promise.”
The little moan you let out at the thought of it was exactly the reaction Dante was hoping for, the implication that you could fulfill that little fantasy, it made his cock twitch behind the fabric pulled taut. You nodded and hurried to pull him into a kiss.
Quick work was made of your clothes. Some seams were popped and torn in the flurry as he hungrily sought out the warmth of your bare skin, ducking his head to litter kisses on every exposed inch. It took your palm being gently pressed to his forehead to get him to ease up, take a little more time with you. The apology was as sheepish as his beaming smile.
He flipped the both of you over with flustering ease once the fabric was cast aside and forgotten in a pile on the floor, landing with a soft ‘puff’ on fluffed up sheets. The air was growing stuffy as warm, gasping breaths filled the room and it fuelled your anticipation cruelly. Only his grey boxers were left, having snatched you by the wrist when you tried to reach for the waistband.
“Ah- You first, baby.” He tsked with a tone that grew deeper, a sultry lining to his words. “‘Can't wait any longer, gonna make you feel so good.”
It took some getting comfortable, a fit of bubbly, giddy laughter and ‘are you sure?’ before you were able to steel your nerves enough to straddle his face, watching him buzz with excitement as his steady hands took purchase on your hips. He was sure.
“There you go.” Dante laid himself down to the sheets so willingly, unwaveringly eager and trying his best to be patient. But he didn’t even try to mask the whisper of ‘yes yes yes’ that kept echoing under his breath. He couldn’t help it. He needs this.
But now that nagging of something doubtful, something anxious, was boiling over again and you found yourself frozen above him, chest heaving with shaky breaths.
“Angel? You with me?” Dante gently prompts, again squeezing your thighs in those calloused hands. “Watcha thinking about? Hm?” His gaze was steadily trained on you, blown pupils that swallow the icy blue and make the pound of your heartbeat that much faster. He looks wild with it, his self restraint pulled thin.
You spare a sheepish smile and a small shrug of your shoulders. “Dunno, maybe I’m just feeling the pressure with you staring at me like that.” Your smile pulls wider, a creeping in of playfulness that keeps the mood light. He pretends to be scandalised, thick brows furrowed with a wrinkle in the middle and lips fallen to part. He quickly muscles down his look of offence for something far sweeter.
“Well, there’s no pressure, baby. You know that, don’t ya?” His tone and demeanour softens in an instant, hands slackening the grip on your thighs in favour of sweeping up and down soothingly. You let out an airy laugh.
“I know, I know.” You nod, humming. “It’s just what you do.” His bemused look swiftly returns as you card your hand through his hair, sweeping back the long, wispy strands and showing off his handsome face. The delicate touch makes him shudder.
“What? Am I making you nervous?” A grin begins to pull Dante’s lips up, a mix of something smug and something impish as he knowingly raises his brows at you. You grumble a shy retort but he takes your sudden quietness as confirmation, licking his lips as his bravado swells with that typical kind of self confidence he so loves to boast.
“Aw, that’s it, hm?” A low laugh rumbles from the back of his throat, broad shoulders shaking with mirth beneath you. “Oh angel, you’re so sweet. How about this? ‘This better?”
Still smiling so smugly Dante closes his eyes and tips his head back a little, each movement slow and exaggerated to guide your gaze. His tepid hands return to your hips to give a guiding yet gentle tug forward, just enough to punctuate his point, to emphasise his haste. You can’t help but giggle again, made bashful by his fervour.
Because it’s not that, it’s the tension. Like a burning up all along your skin you feel the anticipation eating away at you, making you freeze up as your body flushes hot from head to toe. Having told yourself that you’re not used to this only made you worse but the dull ache you feel is begging for relief. And as the desperation grows more fiery all it takes is a little more sultry coaxing.
“Come on darlin’. You know you want to.”
Swallowing the hitch in your throat you give his hair a subtle tug, a warning before you shuffle forward and bring your hips down, inching closer to his tipped up chin that waits for you. He listens to the rustle of your knees on the sheets, your shallow breaths that ring in his ears, and feels the subtle squeeze of your legs either side of his ears. He’s dreamt of this moment.
If he could bear to take a hand off you he would stroke himself to this, slow pumps of his fist as slow as your adjusting movements, savouring every second. The anticipation makes his skin hot, his chest tight and boxers tighter. He’s aching for it, but his painstaking patience will reward him.
He’s smiling, still, Dante is smiling as you carefully sit on his face.
The brazen groan that leaves his lips is instantaneous, hands squeezing your hips almost too tight and tugging you down to him. He wastes no time licking a messy, firm line along your cunt with the flat of his tongue, the boiling over of his impatience resulting in hurried actions. At last.
It's the perfect amount of pressure, a spark that bounces up your skin and makes an unbidden moan punch out of your throat. You double over on yourself with the force of it, hunched with fingers curling tightly into his hair.
“Oh fuck-“ You let slip a strained whine, trying to balance your weight above him with one hand pressed to the pillow to stabilise yourself. But his hands slide around to the backs of your thighs and with a mean grip pull you down ever closer, trying to wordlessly encourage you to rely your weight onto him.
“C’mon.” Dante grumbles into the crease where your leg meets your cunt. “Sit, baby. Properly.”
A small sound of confusion passes your lips before he tugs again and you are made to bear down onto your knees, buckling beneath his strong, commandeering touches. Your mind goes foggy immediately, finding it hard to think straight with all the sloppy kisses he drapes over your cunt, some left with small licks and others with a gentle suck. You give way to his insistence without another thought, not even consideration. You trust him to guide you through this.
It’s only a slight shift, an additional pressure perched on his chin, but it makes all the difference for Dante. The sound that rumbles out of his throat is obscene, what can only be described as a low growl that muffles against your body and gargles with his spit.
“There she is.”
His eyes flicker open for a split second, half lidded and lazy, just to meet your gaze before he starts languidly licking up your glistening cunt. Each stroke of his tongue is unapologetic, a smearing of drool as he grunts with each firm press that sends little shockwaves roving along your skin. Timid moans tumble from your lips, an outpouring in place of a thank you. The tension is melting away already as your body finally adjusts and you let go of what little hesitancy you had left.
Dante was right, this is not so different than usual. He’s just as sloven and hungry, squeezing at your thighs with a powerful grip and surging closer with every kiss so that the tip of his nose squishes against the bump of your cunt. But the heat that bristles up over your skin is sharper than usual, it tingles like pins and needles instead of thrumming like goosebumps. And you can’t put your finger on why.
Glancing down at him you see the wrinkle on the bridge of his ridged nose and the slight flicker of his eyelids. You swear you can still feel his adoring stare from behind them.
A careful tug at his hair has him craning his neck to bury his face further into you with spit slicked lips seeking out your clit. A couple of opened mouthed kisses with a tease of tongue has him there immediately, groaning as he closes his lips around the sensitive bud. Your hips lurch forward and something fiery flickers low in your gut, a surge of pleasure that makes your toes curl.
“Oh my- Dante-” Your voice wobbles as he gently sucks behind the seam of his lips, fuelling the fire that sparks inside you. “Yes, yesyesyes, oh god-“
Another tug has him gasping down a shaky breath before sucking harder and flicking over your clit with the tip of his tongue. His head is swimming, chest burning with the ache of yearning that makes the back of his throat feel dry, choked, but it’s bliss. Dante struggles not to squirm, bucking his hips into the air as if trying to find friction but the lack thereof makes a sharp shiver roll over him.
Your eyes never leave him, drinking in the sight as the ripples of pleasure fall stronger. His eyes rest closed and the skin crinkles at the corners, showing off those crows feet you know oh so well, like he’s grinning still. And so are you.
Your ragged breathing gets gradually quicker and you’re rolling your hips without even realising, unknowingly grinding down against his mouth. Shifting the angle of your hips he sinks lower to lave his tongue all over you, spreading you open and prodding at your dripping hole. But it’s a more than welcome intrusion.
Dante looks so sullied this way, with a sheen of your arousal on the tip of his nose and eyes shut so tight his features scrunch endearingly.
That’s it. That’s the difference that makes the fire burn in its new, twisted way. Beneath you like this the bravado he typically maintains is completely melted away, ravaged by the unabating fervour that commands his every move. The groans he lets out are more carnal as they reverb against your skin and each one somehow seems more… sincere.
You’re ruining him without even meaning to.
More of your own lewd outcries fill the room as something tense begins twisting taut in your gut, the familiar build of your climax. The sensation spurs on the eager drag of your hips but as the fire builds your movements begin to stutter, struggling to keep up the smooth glide. An ache is beginning to settle itself down like a weight on your legs and it sets in fast, unfairly so.
It takes Dante a moment to notice as he’s too absorbed in the sloppy circles he draws with his tongue, each one punctuated with a wet slurping noise. The noise makes a shudder shoot down your spine and you still your movements as a bubbling up of embarrassment steals your breath, making a lump hitch in your throat that echoes with a timid gasp.
He grunts lowly when he feels you at a sudden standstill and both of his rough hands squeeze your thighs twice in quick succession. There’s a slight pause and his mouth stills too, reluctantly so, bringing his chin down to create the tiniest gap between your bodies. But his breath is still hot against you, lapping over your cunt with the steady rhythm of his panting.
“Darling? You okay?” Dante asks in a whisper with his voice falling stronger thanks to the rasp in his tone. His eyes flutter open just a slither, barely enough to gaze up at you but still you shiver at the sight, heart hammering at an impossible pace. You nod hastily with a small, bashful smile.
“Yeah? Want me to keep goin’?” He gulps.
You know what he truly means to say is ‘please, let me keep going,’ and the way his hands caress up your hips to your waist makes it apparent. He’s insatiable, always desperate to feel every inch of your soft skin, to memorise every beauty mark and curve. He’s a man of limited restraint but for you he can bite back the cravings that take up his thoughts. But only if he has to.
“Mhm.” You murmur, untangling your hand from his silky, silver hair and resting both on the headboard to support yourself. “Just got tired.”
That earns a laugh out of him, an airy, chesty sound that’s no louder than his doting whispers but you feel the rumble of his mirth beneath you once more. He kisses the inside of your thigh tenderly and you can feel the grin that’s pulling his lips thin.
“Oh, angel.” Dante tsks, all faux disappointment and typical playfulness. “Already? Maybe we should switch things up more often then, get you used to it.” His words are still mumbled, still dangerously close to your spit-sullied cunt. His eyes fall heavily closed again and he presses a chaste kiss to your clit, making your whole body jolt and a gasp rip out of your chest.
“That’s okay.” Another kiss and his sultry words interrupted by your high whine. “I’ll do the work this time.”
Eager hands rove over your skin with undeterred hunger, that buzzing warmth his touch always carries from a body that runs so hot. He shows no patience with how he returns to brazenly licking your cunt and groans at the heady taste that washes over his tongue. There’s little to no rhythm or pattern, just a mad rush of unbridled hunger.
“Mmph!” You hurry to smack a hand down over your mouth and muffle your sweet moans as that nerve-numbing sensation of pleasure kickstarts all over again. Your toes curl and your back arches involuntarily, your body at the mercy of that molten fire that stokes low in your gut. And Dante too, of course.
With short nails raking over your skin he takes handfuls of your ass, using the leverage to hastily rock you against this face. It’s all a bit lax, uneven movements and the bucking of your hips, but his unapologetic groping has control over your body and with every drag your clit grazes over the tip of his nose. You shiver at the brisk contact.
Quickly abandoning your attempt to mask your pretty cries a roaring moan of his name punches out of your chest, eliciting a pleased grunt from him. He purposely urges his face closer to be flush against your cunt, leaving him panting down a gulp of air between each bold lick that teases your entrance.
It’s just the right amount of tension to cause your achy thighs to tremble and that coiling knot to twist tighter, forming a deep pit in your stomach. You try to roll your hips in sync with his manhandling but it’s too much to keep up with and you find yourself squirming above him. Just the way he likes it.
“Dante-“ You utter in a ragged whimper. “You’re so- ah! So good-“
The praise has him thrusting his hips into the air and groaning all the more, a breathless, throaty noise that’s near enough to a snarl. It only makes him greedier. His tongue shallowly plunges into your spit smeared hole and you cry out for more, involuntarily clenching when he closes his lips around you and grossly slurps.
“Dante please!”
He lets slip a carnal moan that thunders against you and you’re too caught up in the nerve numbing sensation to notice when one of his hands leaves your skin, burning up too much to realise the lack of his warmth. His own touch skips down his torso, an urgent brush of contact that hurries beneath the belt line, the pad of his thumb bristling over his scruffy happy trail. It was only a matter of time until the ache of neglect became too much for him.
Tucking his hand under the elastic waistband of his boxers Dante wraps deft fingers around his cock, caring not the mess of sticky pre-cum he’s unsurprised to find. With a swipe of his thumb over his ruddy tip he gathers the smear of it, slicking it down his shaft and beginning to slowly pump his fist.
The attentions of his mouth never slow or falter, practised and precise ministrations that have you hurtling towards your climax. A sweeping stroke of his tongue spreads you open for him and his nose again nudges your clit before your hips roll back and his lips return to the sensitive bud. He wastes no time closing his lips around it and flicking little licks that make you choke up on your own whines.
“Fuck!” Your thighs squeeze tighter around his head as you begin to lose command over your legs, that numbing feeling growing stronger as all of your focus is stolen by the twisting coil in your gut. You’re wound so tight that it’s near painful, a deep seated desperation that has you using up the last of your energy to grind down on Dante’s face, but you’re right at the edge, body thrumming with the build up.
“Please,” You stifle. “I need- I’m so-“
Dante grunts a terse ‘mhm’ between each ripple of his tongue on your poor, puffy clit, and nods his head a fraction to add that extra friction that has you tensing up your whole lower body as if bracing yourself. You try to take steady breaths to pace the frantic beating of your heart but it’s so echoing so loud in your ears that you can no longer hear his groans and you know you’re soon to crash, waiting painstakingly for the wave to hit.
His one hand keeps busy kneading the plush of your ass while with the other he rashly pumps his trembling fist around his cock to draw himself towards his own orgasm. There was no buildup, very few adjusting strokes before he began swiftly jerking himself off to every sweet noise you made and the taste of you blinding out his senses. It was desperate, merciless, just the way he wants it.
Every breath you take is punctuated by a high moan and that fiery knot is pulled so tight you can actually feel the burn. But a few more languid licks work to assuage the fire as the cord finally, finally snaps.
A scream of his name tears out of your throat that’s gone sore from your breathlessness and your whole body locks up momentarily, head thrown back and legs jolting to clamp down on his ears. It’s a flooding of bliss that makes you see stars behind your eyelids, a bristling of tantalising warmth that surges from head to toe, there’s no feeling quite like it. It’s earth shattering.
The spill of your orgasm onto Dante’s tongue has him roaring a moan flush to your skin, hungrily licking you clean with brazen fervour. His eyelids flutter and his nose scrunches, head lurching up from the sheets and shoulders following the sudden movement, but with your own eyes closed you don’t see his undoing.
There’s a flash of white behind his eyelids like a stream of blessed light piercing through cloud cover and his heart skips a beat, suspended in the blinding sensation for a long moment. With another carnal groan he finishes all over his hand, a shameful spurt that sullies his underwear and leaves the fabric dark with the mess. But it’s heaven, enveloped in everything you can give to him, the warmth, the weight, the taste. It’s all you.
It takes a couple of quick passing minutes for you to each come back down to earth, blinking away the haze that muddled your thoughts. You steal a glance down at Dante and find his eyes still closed but his features have finally relaxed, smoothing out the furrow in his brow. Even the sight of him is enough to make that timid bashfulness creep up on you and you hurriedly move away from him, shuffling down his body to straddle his stomach instead, your hands coming to rest on his toned chest.
The shift of your weight brings him back to his senses, eyes shooting open as he sits up and holds himself up on one elbow, the other hand still tucked beneath his briefs. He swallows the hitch in his throat and smiles lazily at you, lips wet with an obscene sheen that’s dribbled down underneath his chin in streaks. The sight makes your face feel impossibly hot.
“Dante,” You utter through a hushed giggle, the sound of disbelief. “Oh my goodness, you’re a mess.” One hand comes up to cup his clenched jaw and he gladly leans into the well of your palm, his own, heartier laugh filling the stuffy air.
“Yeah? Does it suit me?” His retort is just as smug and smooth as usual despite the way his pupils still seem to tremble as he drinks in the sight of you. But you can’t be mad at the dopey smile on his face that pushes his eyes to squint. Another, louder laugh bubbles up from your dry throat and you smack him on the shoulder lightheartedly.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He simpers charmingly.
Having had a moment to stop and breathe the fatigue starts to set it heavy on your limbs, making you hang your head and let out an exasperated sigh. You hear Dante hum as his hand comes back to reach for you and squeezes your waist gently, a silent coaxing to bring you back to him.
“You okay, angel? Did that feel good?” His voice has softened back down to his usual, velvety whisper, and he begins to sweep soothing caresses up and down your back. You nod hurriedly and melt down further into tiredness thanks to the delicate touches, such a stark contrast to the moments prior.
“God, yes. So good, Dante. ‘Felt so good.” Is all you can manage to utter while making some coherent sense, beaming a giddy smile for him.
“Told you it would, baby. ‘Did for me too.” He gives you both another minute to catch your breath before he begins shifting his weight again, sitting up taller as if with intention to stand. “How about we get cleaned up then, yeah?”
Your brows pinch in the middle like his so often do, that look of bemusement that makes your mind stall for a moment, trying to catch up.
“But… What about you?” You ask quietly, going shy as if you shouldn’t be asking the question at all. You glance over your shoulder and Dante makes a small sound of protest, hissing through his teeth and going quiet, uncharacteristically so.
You take in the sight of the dark patch on his light grey boxers, the way they’re half pulled down to indecently expose his cockhead and his hand resting on his v-line with the sheen of his spend over the back is his knuckles. You gulp and stare for longer than you’re meant to, only turning back to him when he chuckles, low and curt.
“Told you it felt good for me too, angel.”
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saotoru · 5 months
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10.24: HOW THEY EAT IT PT. 2 + DANTE & VERGIL
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SYNOPSIS: what positions sparda bros like eating pussy in
CONTENT WARNINGS: fem!reader. ass eating. oral (f). anal. ass eating. fingering. a lot of overstimulation. pussy slapping. all acts are consensual whether explicitly stated or not.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you for the love on the original ‘how they eat it’!!! <3
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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DANTE- FROM THE BACK
i’m here to preach the nasty dante agenda; he loves eating you out from the back. the first thing you’re greeted with the second you come home from work is his embrace. it’s innocent for all but a moment before dante’s hands wander down to paw at your clothes. in the seconds it takes you process his intentions, he’s already making them known by sinking down to his knees behind you and bringing the hem of your pants with him. each inch of skin he exposes gets kissed, and you can feel that typical, devilish smirk against your hip. “thought about you all day,” he murmurs, splaying a hand on your back to coax you to bend over and brace on the wall. your protests—that you haven’t showered yet, or that you were at work all day—all go ignored by dante burying his face in you and inhaling. no, he ignores you and licks a broad strip from your clit up to your asshole and moans.
he’s insatiable. completely shameless as he all but buries his face in you, hands spreading your cheeks so he can lap at your pussy. you taste soft, fucking good when you’re arched for him like this, exposed, and dante groans. stubble prickles your skin as he licks higher and higher, until he’s licking your hole and rimming you. the taste of you, the way you struggle to hold yourself upright makes his cock twitch but he ignores it, sinking a finger in your cunt instead, down to the knuckle. it’s too much, thick fingers fucking inside you, at first one, then two, until he’s stretching you out with three. and when he slips his tongue inside you feel so fucking full that tears blur your vision and you reach a hand behind to tug on his hair for him to slow down.
he doesn’t; if anything he only groans in response. “you look so pretty full of me. just want you to squirt. please. i know this sloppy pussy can, lemme taste it, angel…”
VERGIL- MATING PRESS
vergil will fold you in half when he eats you out. essentially mating press, where your thighs are pushed to your chest but it’s his face buried inside you instead of his cock. strong hands keep you pinned down while he all but devours you. that’s the only way to describe how vergil eats you out—completely, selfishly. here, he can lap at you without interruptions, without your thighs squeezing around his head and pushing him away. no, here you have to lay there and take it.
he’s not doing this for your pleasure. you know that much, otherwise he would stop after the first time you orgasmed. he would’ve been satisfied; he shouldn’t be stiffening his tongue and fucking it inside you to taste your cum. he tries to drink his fill—not meaning to let out low grunts when he feels your ankles cross behind his head and lock him there. and no matter how many times you cum and writhe and plead beneath him, he wants more.
and after what feels like hours, when he finally pulls away, he can’t look away from the mess he’s made of you. your spitslicked, wet folds only makes his mouth water and vergil realizes he’s still not satisfied.
“it’s not enough.” he grunts. he pushes his hair—normally well kept, now askew—away from his forehead in frustration. “i need more of you.”
you whine. “can’t, verg–s’too much.”
he lands a slap to your pussy. not hard enough to hurt, but light enough to make you flinch and clamp your thighs shut. “take it.” theres no room for argument–that’s the only warning you’re given before your thighs are shoved to your chest while vergil takes and takes and takes.
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thevirgincherry · 4 months
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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.
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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?
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“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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i am going FERAL RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD.
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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 months
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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.
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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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actuallysaiyan · 5 months
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Kinktober Day 22: Intoxication(A kiss is not enough...)
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warnings/kinks: mentions of drinking, smut, semi-public sex, teasing and flirting word count: 0.7k pairings: Dante x Fem!Reader teaser: “Wanted you for so long, baby. I was a fool for not letting you know beforehand.” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic
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You wouldn’t believe anyone if they told you that Dante felt the same way about you as you did him. It was just too painful to imagine him falling for someone else while you were so deeply infatuated with him. So you played dumb and pretended that the two of you were just meant to be good friends forever. Nothing more and nothing less, and it kept you from crumbling apart.
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Both Lady and Nero were so annoyed with trying to convince you otherwise. There was no way Dante would truly confess, as he had the same fear as you did. He didn’t want you to fall in love with someone else while he’s so deeply in love with you. 
So they decide to take matters into their own hands. If they get you both a little buzzed, maybe you’ll both be able to gain the courage to confess to one another. So after one successful mission all together, Nero and Lady suggest going out to the bar. You and Dante agree, deciding to meet at the bar after a shower and getting freshened up.
Dante’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees you wearing such a tight little outfit. That dress accentuates your curves so well. It makes him hard just looking at you. When you approach him, he can smell that sweet perfume on you.
“Hey, I’m glad we can take a load off after work.” You mention, leaning against him just a little.
Dante smirks, “Yeah me too.”
The night goes on so well. You and Dante drink some drinks, while Lady makes sure you don’t get too drunk and Nero makes sure Dante drinks enough to get buzzed. It’s not long before you and Dante are singing a duet for karaoke together, laughing and having such a good time together. One might think you two were a couple. In fact, one man tried to flirt with you and Dante was so quick to swoop in and save you from that creep.
The night air hits you and soon you find yourself almost curling into Dante’s touch as he leads you into the alleyway behind the bar. Nobody is out here. Just you and him, and you’re both intoxicated enough to confess to one another.
Despite this, it turns physical really quickly. Dante cups your face in his hands, kissing you hungrily. He’s been wanting to do this for far too long. He presses his muscular body against yours, making you moan.
“Shit…” you breathe out. You’ve got such a cute little smile on your face. “Damn…you nearly ate my face,”
Dante laughs at your teasing, “Oh yeah? You were doing it right back to me.”
He leans back in for another passionate kiss, this time his knee comes between your thighs and presses against your clit. Between heated kisses, Dante begins to confess his feelings to you.
“Wanted you for so long, baby. I was a fool for not letting you know beforehand.”
Your hands guide his to the bottom of your dress, and he tugs it up over your hips. Dante has you pinned to the wall as he tugs your little panties off. His fingers play with your wet cunt, making you drip all over his hand.
“Need you,” you moan as he penetrates you with one of his fingers. “Want you to fuck me. Fuck, Dante…I love you,”
These are the words he needs to hear to fuel him. He’s quick to wrap your legs around him as he pulls his cock out of his pants. He lazily pumps it a few times before slamming himself into you. Your eyes roll back as the pleasure overtakes you. You’ve never felt anything quite like this.
His fingertips dig into the meat of your thighs as he pumps into you harder and deeper, grunting about how tight and wet your little cunt is. Your walls suck him in deeper, and the tip of his fat cock keeps slamming against your sweet spot.
“Fuck I love you so much,” Dante whines between heated kisses. He continues to pound you, your back scraping slightly against the cold brick of the building. You kiss him hungrily.
“I love you too,”
Dante grunts, quickening his pace even further as the feeling of finally confessing makes him feel even needier for you. Your cries of love are so loud, Lady and Nero wrinkle their noses in disgust as they leave the bar. Nero laughs.
“Hey, at least they know they love each other now,”Nero says.
In the alleyway, Dante’s got you in such a blissful state, you’re sure you’ll never forget just how much he loves you.
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myvampyrez · 16 days
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So excited to see a new DMC writer on Tumblr 🎉🎉 could I request just some domestic headcanons with Dante?
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domestic dante hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
dante (devil may cry) x reader
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thank you for this req!! saw the lack of dmc fics and decided to just make some myself lol. hope you guys enjoy my stuff 💕
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few curse words? just lots of fluff mainly
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❥ oh my gosh please take care of DANTE because he honestly neglects himself and his place
❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine you and dante doing dishes—an activity he absolutely hates—while you tell him all the gossip you find out
❥ he simply gasps and ‘ooh’s at everything, mouth occasionally dropping open at certain scandals
❥ he’s literally the perfect person to gossip with
❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine running your hands through dante’s hair as you lather the shampoo, the suds tinted a dark red and brown from all the blood and grime of his job as he throws his head back with a groan
❥ whatever you do, DON’T imagine dante placing his hands on your waist as he tugs you closer to him, feet coming down from their resting spot on the desk so you could stand between his legs as he looks up at you with gazing blue eyes
❥ i am feral oh my goodness
❥ and definitely don’t imagine tending to the bruises and scrapes that he comes home with
❥ even though dante’s body perfectly capable of healing itself, he loves when you baby him
❥ because he’s at work a lot or is tryna pay off his bills, he loves just coming home and spending time with you when he can
❥ honestly collapses on the couch (or bed, whichever’s closer) and encourages you to join, face still buried in the pillow as he beckons you over with an open hand
❥ if you wear makeup and fall asleep with it on, dante will try his best to clean it off for you
❥ except he’s like.. rlly bad at it lmfao
❥ but the thoughts there!! he’s trying his best 💔💔
❥ the type of guy to call you the cheesiest nicknames tho
❥ like.. babycakes? really 😭?
❥ also gives light swats at your ass if you bend over, i’m sorry but it’s true
❥ likes touching you with at least some part of his body, if you sleep then your legs gotta lock or if you’re on the couch his arms around you
❥ but good luck because this man is a FURNACE
❥ if you have anemia / low iron or like any other condition where you can get pretty cold, this man is your lifeline
❥ read a fic about dante carrying like tons of bags after he spoiled you and went shopping with you despite not even having money to pay bills at the devil may cry and let me just say i am an avid believer of that as well
❥ you’ll literally be walking away from a cute necklace or pair of shoes and then you turn around and think wheres dante?
❥ then you just see him hauling ass towards you as he tries to keep up with all the bags he has in his hands while you spot the small rectangular velvet box in his hands
❥ ugh
❥ i wont him
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DANTE watched as soft snores fell from your parted lips, hair splayed out below you crazily. he knew those would be a bitch to comb out later, but he couldn’t focus on anything else on the fact that the sunlight was hitting you just right, your skin coated in a deep gold as it reflected off your body.
you could’ve told dante you were an angel, and he would’ve believed you in a heartbeat. he’ll admit, he was a sucker for moments like these. even if seemed odd in retrospect, he just enjoyed seeing you so serene.
his eyes flickered around the room, trying to find a way to occupy his brain without waking you up before they finally fell on the black plastic remote that lay under your head.
dante’s hand slowly inched over, fingers almost tip-toeing their way over to you as he touched the remote. he was careful to pull it from under you, tugging it very slightly despite the weight of your head resting on it.
you stirred, making dante’s eyes widen as he paused his movements and bit his lip, even making a point so as to hold his breath. you licked your lips, dry from sleep as your head turned over to the other side of the pillow, sighing as you felt the coolness beneath your face.
dante exhaled in relief, before grabbing the remote and turning the tv off as he made sure to turn the volume down so you wouldn’t awake. even if a few minutes later you did anyways.
your eyelashes fluttered open as you caught dante muttering something at the tv, his eyes glued to some crappy reality tv show as they cut to an interview of a girl on the show. he scowled when he saw her, to which you softly laughed, tone gravelly from the thick coat of sleep still layering your voice. dante turned his head, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he softly shushed you and coaxed you to go back to sleep.
“‘s alright, just go back to sleep baby.”
“can’t really go back to sleep when you’re shit-talking the contestants, dante.” you smiled at him as he admired you, gazing down upon you as you stretched your limbs and rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, attention turning to the tv.
“what season is this?” you asked. dante’s hand never left your hair as his hands ran through it, careful not to snag on any tangles before responding with a quiet, “three.”
and in that moment when you looked back at him, eyes filled to the brim with nothing but adoration, he could’ve sworn his heart had stopped. dante felt as if the sun favored you, because every time you stepped in it, somehow you looked absolutely ethereal.
yeah, dante thought, he liked these small moments you two shared.
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angelltheninth · 5 months
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NNN Day 10 with Dante Sparda
Pairing: Dante Sparda x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, mentioned teasing, feral sex, creampie, breeding kink, marking, desk sex
A/N: When the animated series comes out I will be insufferable about him. And probably Virgil too.
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"Ten days! I went ten whole days without fucking this little pussy!" Dante pressed you against the desk in his office hard enough you thought it would break under the force of his thrusts. "You sure didn't make it any easier for me! Tempting my with those high heels and skits and your boobs almost jumping out at me when we're on missions. You never used to dress like that before."
You didn't want to tell him that it was all for the sake of teasing him. You knew Dante had an ego, and you knew how well he fucked when it was fed. "I didn't use to before I met you. What can I say? Guess you corrupted me Dante."
His grin was, well devilsh to say the least, cocky for sure, "Is that right baby? You go dumb for my cock do you? Want me so bad you couldn't stand to wait for an entire month. Couldn't wait for us to get started on making that baby." That's right, you talked about starting a family before. It was something that went from dirty talk in the heat of the moment to pillow talk, "I'll make that your reality, right now, I'm gonna breed this temptress hole of yours. It only takes once from my kind but I'll keep doing it until I see you big and round."
The amount of precaution you had to take when having sex with Dante drove you crazy. He hated condoms, human birth control was no good since he wasn't fully human, the only thing was specialized medicine that tasted like fucking shit. You hated the taste of it so much that you asked Dante to fuck your throat and come into your mouth just to get the taste out.
"Just to be sure." Dante leaned over, growling, hissing, snarling as his teeth turned into sharp fangs which he then sunk into your shoulder. "Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine." He chanted as his cum blasted at your insides, coating your walls with his thick, white, warm seed, all of it shoved deep into your womb to take and get impregnanted with. Seems like those ten days were well worth the wait.
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sparda-ly · 1 year
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Hello! Can I request some DMC fluff, please? Like Dante and Vergil got sick somehow (idk, must be demon flu) and reader now has to take care of them. Separately, of course. I'd imagine Vergil is the type to try to power through it and fail miserably, lmao. While Dante eats up allll the attention his S/O gives him. It's up to you though :) Thanks and have a great day!
SICK! DANTE, VERGIL WITH A S/O WHO TAKES CARE OF THEM
UNSPECIFIED GENDER OF READER!
note: hey there ;) first dmc request, hope it's ok!
warnings: suggestive comment from dante
DANTE
dante probably got sick from his weird hobby of eating pizza naked on his balcony every morning
it doesn't matter if it's winter, summer, autumn, or spring - dante will not start his day without it
thinking he is immortal and invincible from getting any sickness, he unfortunately got proven wrong
and is currently laying in bed in the most dramatic way possible, having a wet cloth pressed to his forehead by lovely reader who keeps fussing over him
dante being dramatic is an understandment
however, dante while being sick is another type of drama queen
clinging to the reader and whining about the smallest things possible
"my head hurts so much honey please"
"i have such a bad tummy ache"
"love please don't leave me i might die here from this disease please"
one day he straight up sat on your leg not allowing you to go to the kitchen to wash dishes, acting like a child
you of course couldn't refuse and just agreed to this fate, getting cuddled to death by this himbo of a man
and dante absolutely loves this attention
"baby, i could name a few things you could help me with" ;)
and even five days after he returns to being a healthy man, he still whines about how bad he feels and oh so amazing reader you need to take care of him, or he will painfully die
the only thing stopping him is the tragic looks of bills to play, nearly staring at him menacingly from his desk
oh yeah, and also, vergil
his loving brother looking straight through his white lies, demanding him to stop lying and get his ass to work while rolling his eyes
VERGIL
vergil will never admit he is sick.
never.
even while practically fainting trying to get to the bathroom with wobbly legs
he still isn't sick, no, of course vergil
at the beginning, he will refuse your attention - saying the strangest excuses known to humanity such as
"a wild dog bit me"
"it's probably my devil trigger acting up"
"i have a penis infection"
the reader just stands there ??? confused as to how this is relevant to being ill
but you stay silent and walk to the bathroom with the intention of washing clothes
however when you return, vergil is already passed out on floor with litreally 40° celsius
but don't get him wrong, vergil still isn't sick
while pampering around him, constantly bringing him food, medicine, drink or anything to please him, he lays like a grumpy cats and just accepts this
vergil will learn to actually like this new side of you, although he does hate feeling useless and weak.
therefore, he will return to work as soon as possible, so don't get so comfortable fussing around your lovely boyfriend
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mannequinreligi0n · 2 months
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Hello! I'm kinda new at making ask so sorry in advance! Can you make some romance and fluff headcanons with DMC4 Dante? Thank you :)
Ps: sorry about grammar - English is not my first language
Absolutely, I can !!! Thank you so much for the request <3
DMC4 Dante relationship headcanons
SFW, GN
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If you have the honor of winning the demon hunter’s heart, be prepared for being put through the ringer emotionally.
Late nights and weeks of nothing but the occasional letter are going to be the norm, unfortunately, considering he’s married to his work.
BUT when Dante is home, he makes sure all of his free-time is spent making up for his absence.
Never much of a romantic, he won’t take you to fancy dinners or extravagant dates - but rest assured, you’ll never be bored or feel any less valued.
Breakfast in bed, movie marathons, and competitive video game matches will make it feel like you two are just like any other domestic relationship.
Cases of empty beers shared between you two as you spill secrets and swap memories til the sun rises.
He hogs all the blankets at night. And it doesn’t matter how many time you try to yank them back, you’ll always be stuck with only the end corner to keep you warm. (Little do you know, this is an intentional ploy so you’ll cuddle up with him throughout the night).
Dante’s love language is absolutely touch. Not necessarily in a sleazy way (though he’s not without his moments), but more like a puppy dog. He’ll curl into your lap as you watch tv, despite his massive frame. Whine and complain when you stop playing with his hair, even if you’ve been doing it nonstop for the past hour. There’s not a moment of independence when Dante is with you.
Dante will feel guilty for not being able to settle down and be a proper boyfriend to you; it will definitely mess with him and possibly even psyche him out of the relationship as a whole. But, with your constant reassurance and unconditional love, he’ll do his best to be present for you and your situationship.
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