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mannequinreligi0n · 3 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.”

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.”

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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viciousvortexx · 1 month

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Hush ~

When you and Vergil need each other but can't be loud (good luck).

Vergil x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, dirty talk, penetration, unprotected sex, choking.

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“Shhh, sweetheart, they will hear you...” Vergil whispers while you two are spooning, his muscular frame pressed against your back, the sound of his breathing so close to your ear all the time it almost makes tickles. “You're going to wake up the others.”

Indeed, you and him were spooning, a kind of a more intimate spoon, that's how it all started, a comfortable and innocent spoon, till Vergil was thrusting in and out of you, one of his strong and rough hands holding up one of your legs to make it easier to reach the deepest places inside your body. Usually, he would prefer to wait for the guests to go back home, but since everyone on the Devil May Cry agency decided to visit for a few days, it was almost impossible to have some privacy, except at this hour, late at night, when everyone is sleeping. The silence fills the house for the first and last time of the day, a good and a bad thing, because now you have to fight to not make any loud sounds, a task so hard to complete when Vergil is fucking you so deliciously from behind.

The half demon wasn't able to control himself, not when you were smelling so good after the bath, fresh with the familiar and addictive smell that only your skin haves. He was so hungry after spending so many days without taking you, and resisting was impossible when Vergil wrapped his strong and bare arms around your body, the indiscreet bulge on his pants poking you from behind, begging for attention. When you realized, all of the clothes were thrown to the ground, your neked body completely at his mercy, now there's no turning back, you are his, and it's clear on his crystalline eyes that he belongs to you.

A single cry escapes from your lips when Vergil picks up the pace, his cock buried deep inside your tight and slick pussy, the tip hitting the sweet spot that always make you see stars, and he knew it very well, the proud smirk on Vergil's face could tell.

“Hush, darling, I know you want to scream, but...” Vergil laughs low on his throat, both of you knows he wanted to hear those screams more than you want to do it. “... you're a good girl for me, aren't you? Stay quiet.”

Your heart skips a beat when Vergil starts to move even more fast and hard, making the bed squeak a little, he was definitely doing this on purpose to push you to your limits, it was working. Eyes rolling in your head, ready to moan loudly, but Vergil quickly covers your mouth with one hand, a slightly muffled gutural growl echoes from his lips making your skin vibrate, the light slapping sound while he pounds into you relentlessly, gods, you swear you could die right now.

“I missed you so much, my angel... I want to fill you up with my seed.”

You take Vergil's hand to place it on your neck instead of your mouth, he knows exactly what to do, his fingers carefully wrapping around it to choke you, how could he do this with so much care yet so roughly?

Sugar coated words falling from his lips directly to your ear like a prayer, a huge contrast with his choking and hips slapping against your ass, his warm body embracing yours from behind, and the world seems to spin around as you feel his grip on your neck loose to move his long fingers down to your aching clit, rubbing fast circles around it. Bitting down your own finger, eyes closing shut, your body prepares to the final act, it was too much to take, the orgasm washes over you, making you whimper Vergil's name in such a sweet way that makes him grunt in approval, and as if he was waiting for you to finish to have his own release, the half demon press his sweaty body on yours, holding you right on place, releasing a powerful load of thick cum that seems to never end. Vergil's hot breath comes shallow and ragged on your neck, the panting sounds and heartbeats are the only thing both can hear for a few seconds, till something like a snore, but way more scandalous and terrifying, can be heard from Dante's room, breaking the silence as you and Vergil laugh warmly together.

“I think we didn't wake up anyone, on the contrary, they seem to be in a... deep sleep, good.”

He trails a little path with kisses on your shoulder, his hands that were so rough just minutes ago while choking you now are gentle again, soothingly caressing your exposed arms. Vergil finally pulls out, humming satisfied, leaving a wet trail behind. You are ready to turn at him to cuddle, but before this could happen, you see Vergil's lips curling up into a smile while he disappears underneath the blankets, both of your thighs being spread wide open by his firm grip. “Remember, not a single word, sweetheart.”

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pupcuck · 4 months

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HAII something im never gonna finish again sorry it’s not leon

tags - sex work, fem!reader, daddy/daughter incest

You pluck a crumpled dollar out of your bra, straighten it out and lay it flat on your dad’s desk, shimmying out of your hotpants as a few more notes curled up beneath the waistband flutter to the ground. It’s honest work what you and your dad do, fucking is easy, you’ve always liked the taste of dick.

“Baby,” Dante starts, an uneasy look on his face, “That’s not great.”

Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you lean over the desk to jab a red nail into his chest, “Guys are stingy.” He of all people should know that. “What did you get?”

He grins real big, like he hit the jackpot, lifts his hips slightly so he can reach into his back pocket. Then he pulls out a few nickels - your face falls fast.

“You’re joking, dad.” Your bottom lip juts out, sick of showering in cold water, or side by side with your dad who’s shoulder width spans the entirety of the shower cubicle. Knocks over the caddy you’ve carefully curated with products Dante’s stolen from upper-class ladies and Patty’s bathroom cabinet alike. And he’s loud, real loud, sings over you in his tone deaf way.

“Course, who’d you think I am?” Dante snickers, pulls out a thick wad of cash, and you clap in delight as he counts it up. He smacks your hand away when you move forward to sneak a few notes - just for drugstore lashes, this pair is beyond saving. How many times can a girl soak the jizz out of ‘em? “Hey, you don’t get any, missy.”

“Seriously? I worked real hard!” Stomping your foot, you skirt around the desk and seat yourself between his spread thighs. “Like really hard, daddy, my knees hurt ‘n look—” You open your mouth wide, corners of your lips splitting with the stretch, you’re used to it by now. Had a face stuffed with cock for most of your life.

“What am I lookin’ at?”

“It’s like fuckin’ bruised back there, dad.” To be completely honest, you gave one dude a discount ‘cause he was awful handsome, and he didn’t handle you so rough. Like a real girl, not a whore.

“I can’t see shit, baby.” Dante wipes a stray droplet of spit from your chin, kisses the top of your head in a way that’s tender for him.

“Dentists can, they can tell if you’ve been sucking dick.” You tell him matter of factly, as if either of you have enough money to see a dentist in the first place.

“Lucky I’m not a dentist then.” He tucks the wad of cash back into his pocket, drops the scrunched up notes you collected in your awaiting palm. “You know you did bad today, baby.”

“Not true, dad.” You make a fist in case he decides to take them back. “Girls just pay more, they’re generous, y’know?”

“Not you though.”

“I don’t have enough to be generous, dad.” You huff, his hand comes to grope your clothed tit, pokes at your nipple through the tricot till it hardens.

“Lashes still on, panties on, hell you’re walkin’ straight - did you even work tonight, baby?” Dante raises your hips slightly, shifts you to his thigh, slotted between your own plush thighs. “Or did you just sit pretty, huh? Made daddy do all the work.”

You stretch out your arm behind you, run your fingers along the fabric of his Henley and lift it slightly, nails scratching over his happy trail, then you cup his dick. “And you’re still hard, dad, did you even try?”

“I’m hard ’cause you’re hot, nothin’ to do with my work.” Dante smiles into the nape of your neck, “Can’t help myself around you, you know that don’t you?”

“Duh, I know you can’t, dad.” You giggle when his stubble tickles your skin, preening and rubbing against you like an oversized housecat, spiky lashes tickling your cheek.

His fingers slip past the waistband of your thong, hooking them underneath and pulling the gusset taut against your throbbing clit. You shiver, skin prickling with the heat of arousal, rolling your hips forward. “Didn’t take care of you did they?”

“No, they’re so selfish.” You shake your head, rest back on his broad chest, a soft sigh falling from your lips, red lipstick long gone, only traces remain.

“I know, baby.” Dante coos, continues to tug your panties upwards, the roughness of the lace scraping your bud. “Only daddy knows how to take care of you, my fussy girl.”

“I’m not fussy, daddy, you’re just better at it.”

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actuallysaiyan · 10 months

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NSFW prompt #4 with Dante please

warnings: mentions of wounds, reader is a demon hunter, smut, rough kissing, nudity, Dante being Dante

It's tough to keep up with Dante and his twin as they hunt demons. You're good, as you've been doing it for years, but nowhere near as legendary as they both are. Not to mention, you don't have the healing factor that they do. So you often have to be on your guard. Dante has mentioned it multiple times before that he worries about you whenever you go hunt devils with him and Vergil, but you always remind him that you've been doing the job for almost as long as him.

This particular devil happened to be tricky. He was an incubus, which played to his favour when it came to you. As the twins saw him in his true form which happened to be an ugly, wart-covered toad, you saw him as a charming prince with jet black hair and a killer smile. Still, you did all you can to not let that deter you from helping to win this battle.

You figured you were doing well with dispatching all the smaller devils, but it's while you were distracted that the main one attacked you. One large slice of his katana, and you were down for the count. Blood dripped from the wound in your shoulder and your shirt was pretty much done for. You rushed away from him, bleeding more than you'd like.

"Shit!" Dante yells in frustration, and he rushes over to you. Vergil is quick to end the devil, and he takes care of things.

With Dante now by your side, he kneels down and holds you close. He places his hand on top of yours and applies pressure. He kisses the top of your head.

"Do you see why I don't want you coming with us?" He asks, a little ticked off that you'd so willingly place yourself in danger.

You whine softly, "Dante, I'm fine."

Vergil watches the two of you, then he manages to call Nero and Nico to come pick you all up with the van. You'd be fine, but there was no way that Dante would be allowing you to come on any devil hunting trips in the near future. Once you're safe in the van, Dante has you wrapped up in his coat to keep your dignity protected. It doesn't take long for you all to make it back to Devil May Cry.

Vergil recognizes what this signifies for his twin, and he tells the rest of the gang to stay back. They leave you both to enter the office. Dante sets you down on the couch and he begins mending at your wounds. In no time at all, he has your wound bandaged up. He then tells you to rest.

As you sleep, Dante removes the rest of your clothes. He inspects your body for other wounds, but he is very relieved to find that you're okay. Then he places a soft, warm blanket on top of your naked form and he goes to fetch you something else to wear when you wake up. He's less worried now but he has a lot of regrets about letting you come with them.

Slowly, you begin coming to. It's been few hours but with Dante's help, you'll be right as rain. You sit up and gasp when you realize you're naked. He's sitting at the desk, a dirty magazine in his hands. You begin looking everywhere for your clothes, but you don't find them.

You get up on your feet and march over to Dante, and he smirks when he sees that you're stark naked. A small blush creeps over your face, but Dante only beckons you over. You try to say you'd like to get dressed, so he gestures to his own clothes he brought down to you.

"You could wear my clothes. Yours got ripped to shreds, baby." He smirks at you once more. He then pats his thigh and you climb onto him. "Or you could stay naked. That would be nice, as much as I like to see you in my clothes."

Your lips meet in a frantic and rough kiss. The risk of losing you has made him needy. His hands soothe over your body, making sure to be gentle when it comes to your wound. It's not long before he has your thighs spread and he presses his own thigh between your legs. You moan as your clit grinds against his thigh.

"Isn't this much better than hunting demons?"

You had to admit, it was better than hunting demons. Way better.

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lexsssu · 4 months

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Milk Shake (Dante)

TAGS: Dante/F!reader, lactation kink, pregnancy, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.

“Now ain’t this the freshest, creamiest milk in town? And there’s so much of it too...You’re really spoiling me here, sweetheart~”

“D-Dante…! Don’t say such embarrassing things!!!”

“What’s so embarrassing about the truth? This really is the best damn milkshake I’ve ever had and it’s all for me~”

“...Need I remind you that this milk is supposed to be for your son who is yet to be born?”

“That’s the keyword, darling. He’s ‘yet’ to be born, so that means all this creamy milk is for Daddy in the meantime.”

You have no further words to refute his statement, opting instead to just bite your lower lip and look away in embarrassment. Seeing the attractive flush on your cheeks, a smirk crawls its way onto the handsome devil’s chiseled face, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before he buries himself into the ample softness of your breasts.

Seated on his lap while he lounged on his favorite office chair at the shop, Dante is sure that this is what heaven feels like as his senses are saturated with the softness of your scent and buried in the plush and smooth texture of your flesh as your body prepares itself for motherhood. The pheromones your draconic body exuded has his own inhuman instincts running in full overdrive, cock straining against the leather of his pants and yet what he wanted more than anything at the moment is to suckle on your puffy nipples and drink up the nourishing milk you’re currently producing for your child.

With your arms wrapped around his neck and your full, leaking tits in his face, is there any good reason he shouldn’t allow himself the pleasure of drinking from you? The dark wet spots that stain the fabric of one of his shirts which barely fit you now thanks to just how much your breasts filled out has him salivating. There is a subtle change to your scent ever since the day his seed had taken root inside your womb, a change that is very much welcomed as you grow softer and more fragrant in his arms with each passing day.

It only makes his inner devil hunger for your taste even more than it already does.

“Thank you for the food”

Dante doesn’t forget to mutter a quick thanks before he lifts the hem of the shirt upwards, your bountiful bosom seeming to jump and jiggle as they are freed from their prison. A pale white wetness stains the tips of your globes, a sight that makes his loins grow and harden especially as your aroma directly hits his sensitive nose.

Sorry kid, but your old man’s gonna be taking the first sip.

Though with how enthusiastically the half-devil suckles at your full teats, hand kneading the unattended one, it’s obvious to you that your husband certainly has no qualms about taking the milk intended for his child.

You could only silently sit on his lap, core moistening as he gyrates his hips every now and then to rub the tent in his pants while he drank from you like you were an all-you-can-drink milk bar.

Despite how shameless he can be, there’s no denying the warmth that overflows in your eyes as your hands idly play with his hair.

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philistiniphagottini · 2 months

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Can I have a smut request :D!! Dante x Fem reader!! Basically the breeding prompt with cunalingus, begging (from Y/N) and dirty talk (from Dante)

Yes you can :D I'm going to assume you looked at my smut prompt this for this. Thank you for sending in a request, and enabling me to write smut for Dante again, I love you Anon. Hope you enjoy ;))

Smut Prompts

15 + 13 + 20 + 21

cw. smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (fem receiving), begging, dirty talk, breeding kink, fem! reader

"Ahh, fuck, Dante~"

His name slipped from your kiss swollen lips in a breathless whimper, each syllable sweeter than the next as it dripped from your tongue warm honey. A pleasant shiver raced down your back, heat tickling the base of your spine and slowly pooling into the pit of your stomach. A salacious moan bubbled up your throat as arousal made your core throb, every white-hot nerve in your body set on edge as Dante’s tongue languid swished up the length of your drooling pussy.

He moaned hotly into your tender heat, the vibrations making your toes curl into the soles of your feet as you mewled softly. You squirmed under his ministrations, your body quivering in overstimulation as the devil tried to coax another delicious, mind-numbing orgasm from you. He cooed your name softly, your thighs shaking around his head and dangling uselessly over his shoulders as he dragged the flat of his tongue through your creamy walls, gathering a generous mixture of your essence and his salvia before swallowing with an audible gulp. The debauched sight made your fluttering hole clench around nothing.

"Dante" you whined softly.

You threw your head back into the comforting embrace of your pillow, a moan trying to crawl up the back of your throat as the tip of his tongue teased the hot little button at the top of your pussy, the small bud flushing back to life from his attention. Dante hummed, signalling you had his attention as he smoothed his hands along your plush thighs, large palms squeeze the fat of your ass as he dug his fingers into generous amounts of flesh.

"What is it, baby?" Dante cooed softly.

He could feel your clit twitching in his mouth as his lips sealed over the swollen flesh and sucked harshly, coaxing the most delicious noise from you as you abruptly snapped your hips against his face. You abandoned your grip on the sweat-soaked sheets beneath your tangled limbs, delving your hands through snow white locks of silk. The strands weaved through your fingers as you tugged harshly, nails scratching along his scalp as another spike of pleasure left you writhing in bliss. A constellation of tears clung to the corners of your lashes as they fluttered against your burning cheeks, your gaze lidded as you stared down at Dante with eyes as dazed as your mind.

"Want more" you softly pleaded.

You tugged on his hair against as his hot breath fanned against your drenched pussy, beads of arousal dripping down the insides of your thighs as his tongue eagerly lapped up the juices staining your searing skin. His warm hands squeezed your hips, fingers dancing along the tempting v-line of your pelvis as he left fleeting kisses against your puffy lips.

"Want more of what?" Dante asked with a teasing lilt to his voice. "If you want something, you gotta tell me."

He wriggled his eyebrows playfully as you heaved an exasperated sigh. He was in a very teasing mood this evening and you didn’t know how much more you could take. Your body burned with desire, the flames in the pit of your stomach stoked to life by the lashing of Dante’s tongue, just the way he knew you liked it. But it wasn’t enough. There was a hollow ache between your legs, demanding to be filled; to be joined as one and made whole. Your grip in his hair loosened as you brushed the sweaty bangs out of his eyes, causing his gaze to flicker back up to your face.

"Want you, Dante" you babbled, voice barely above a breathy whisper. "Want you inside me. Please, I need your cock in me so bad. Need you to breed my pussy. Please?"

You were slowly starting to lose all sense of sentience, the thin threads of your sanity threatening to snap at any moment as you desperately grind your hips into Dante’s face, begging to feel more of him. His lips parted from your sloppy pussy with a satisfied pop. A large grin split across his face at your words, a chuckle making his chest rumble as the sound made your spine tingle.

"Now how can I say no when you ask so nicely?"

Dante shifted positions, carefully placing your legs back down to the mattress as he moved to hover over you. His lips tickled your skin as he trailed wet, lazily kisses along your torso, the tufts of his beard scratching your sensitive skin as he kissed between the valley of your breasts before placing one final kiss on your lips. You melted into a warm puddle of goo under his touch, coiling your arms around his neck as you urged him to come closer, legs parting in anticipation as he slipped between them. His cock slapped against your aching pussy, the fat head of his cock poking your swollen clit and making your heart beat frantically in your chest. Your pulse echoed in your ears like the loud beat of a drum as your head grew giddy, elation simmering hotly in your veins as Dante prepared to finally give you what you wanted.

"Is this what you wanted, baby girl?" Dante asked in a husky whisper, his hot breath making your skin crawl with goosebumps.

You wedged lips between your teeth, letting go of the bruised skin as the thick ridges of his cock slid along the length of your slick slit, making the tips of your fingers tingle as you cried out. You nodded your head frantically, placing small, chaste kisses to his cheeks and lips as your legs wrapped around his hips and drew him closer.

"Yes" you breathed. "Really want it."

Dante hummed as he rubbed his cheek along yours, your scent curling in his lungs as he took a deep breath. A groan stirred in his throat as the smell of sex and sweat lingered heavy in his lungs, breath stuttering as he inhaled the enticing scent of your arousal and the perfume that clung to your clammy skin.

"Fuck, you smell so good."

Your lips parted around a heady moan of his name as you felt the tip of his cock press against entrance, another chaste kiss pressed to your lips before you were slowly spread open. The initial discomfort of being stretched open was inevitable, your thighs burning with strain as Dante’s dick pierced your core. Your discontented whimpers were chased away by soothing kisses, Dante’s voice soothing and pleasant to your ears as he talked you through it.

"That’s it. Atta girl. You’re doing just fine, taking my cock so well. I’m already halfway in, just a little more baby girl, you can do it."

You purred in content beneath him as he soothed your troubles, your hands rubbing along the rippling muscles of his back as you squeezed his skin with curious fingers. A groan rumbled in Dante’s throat as your pussy clenched around him, your slick warmth griping him like a vice and coaxing him to plunge deeper. You both shared a sigh of relief when his cock was nestled comfortably inside you, the dull pain now barely an afterthought as you melted into the bliss of your bodies finally joined in fervid rapture. You scraped your nails along Dante’s back, his spine curving as a shiver wracked his entire being, his cock twitching inside your soused walls as your pussy tried to suck him deeper.

"Move, Dante" you said, your voice a gentle warble in your throat.

Dante happily complied to your request, drawing his hips back and dragging his cock through your sensitive walls as he pushed forward. The breath was stolen from your lungs as you buried your head into the safety of your pillow, a jolt of electricity making your back tingle as the pressure in your abdomen increased tenfold. You did not hide the effect Dante had on your body, your pretty voice filling his ears like a chime from a shimmering bell as he continued to rut his hips into you, the thick girth of his cock crowding your pussy and making your head spin. You dug your nails into his back as he hoisted your legs higher over his waist, grunting into your open mouth as he stole a heated kiss.

"So deep" you slurred, drunk on the feeling of his cock making you full. "So full…"

"Do you like that?" Dante asked as his cock slipped a little deeper into you.

You responded with a whine of his name, tongue meeting his in a sloppy kiss as it delved between your parted lips. Your nails left behind welts that made his flesh burn with a pleasant sting, the feeling making his hips rock a little faster. A wet squelch rung in your ears as Dante snapped his hips forward, beads of your arousal dribbling down the sides of his cock as his heavy balls smacked against the round globes of your ass cheeks. The bedframe was starting to shake from the sudden spike in the demon’s thrusts and you were trembling along with it. You dug your feet into the beautiful dip of his back as your pussy squeezed him tight, the hot coil in your stomach twisting and knotting unbearably tight as you were pushed closer and closer to that familiar, crumbling precipice. Dante moaned your name sweetly as he parted from your lips, teeth nibbling at the skin along your jaw as he struggled to keep his eyes uncrossed and focused on you writhing beneath him.

"Shit, squeeze me just like that" he grunted. "Still so fucking tight."

Your chest heaved with each ragged breath, your perfect tits bouncing enticingly with the force of Dante’s thrusts as your mind was drowned in a vast, dense sea of rapture. You could barely focus on what Dante was saying over your pulse rapidly fluttering in your ears, his words making your toes curl as the heat in your stomach reached boiling point.

"Want me to breed this pussy?" Dante asked as he dragged his tongue along your neck to lick the perspiration clinging to your skin. "Come on, beg a little more for me darling."

Your hands clawed at the damp skin of his back, desperately trying to hold on as you struggled to articulate your thoughts. So many emotions were swirling up inside that it felt you were going to burst at the seams. When your lips parted once more, you said whatever sprang to your mind first, stringing together a barely coherent sentence.

"Please Dante, want you to breed me" you croaked, voice on the razor’s thin edge of cracking. "Want your cum. Give me your cum. Put a baby in me. Pleasepleasepleaseplease-"

You squealed as Dante’s hips knocked against yours, the tip of his cock bullying the soft, gummy patch of your walls that had you seeing stars. The pressure of his pelvis grinding against your sensitive clit had the filthiest noise crawling out of your throat, voice so loud you were sure you were going to disturb your entire neighbourhood as you howled into the moonless night. Your eyes grew hazy, your greedy pussy swallowing around Dante’s cock as you finally reached your breaking point.

The coil in your stomach unfurled as your world shattered around you, your orgasm sinking its razor-sharp teeth into you without remorse, nor surrender. Your body was flooded with white hot relief as you twisted beneath Dante, your slick juices gushing from your sore pussy and spilling forth onto his abdomen. The feeling made him lightheaded, the sight of the translucent threads coating his cock sending every instinct in his body feral with an intense desire. He smothered his boiling cock against your cervix as his senses overloaded, the piston of his hips pushing you to ride out the waves of your rapture as Dante blinded stumbled into his own mind-numbing bliss.

He groaned as ropes of his hot, viscous seed coated your walls, the thick, creamy warmth making your abdomen tingle as you were filled to the brim. The restless push of his hips finally came to a halt once every last drop of his seed was emptied into your fertile body, the warmth overflowing and leaking down your trembling thighs.

Your senses were sluggish to crawl back to you, your head continuing to spin as your hot breaths mingled with Dante’s heavy breathing. He slowly loosened his grip around your thighs, letting them flop back to the mattress as a small sigh of relief breezed past your lips. Dante’s arms came to rest at your sides, head lowered to your chest as he tried to reign in his unsteady breaths.

"Are you alright?" Dante asked, dragging his lips across your sensitive skin. "How are you feeling?"

You ran your shaky hands through Dante’s hair, a small hum tickling your chest as you slowly started to relax. It never failed to warm your heart how sweet Dante could be to you, even after he had finished just blowing your back out.

"I’m okay, Dante. Are you alright?"

Dante chuckled. "Don’t gotta worry about me, baby cakes."

You playfully rolled your eyes as a small puff of air ruffled the stray strands of hair sticking to your face. Your fingers pinched his cheeks, a noise of protest in his throat as you pulled at his skin until it flushed a bright, cherry red. He swatted your hand away before grabbing it and bringing it back to his mouth, his lips brushing against the sensitive pulse of your wrist and feeling it jump under the press of his mouth. His gaze roved over your form, the sight of your glowing with post orgasmic bliss making his heart stir in his chest.

"Wanna do it again? After all, gotta make sure it sticks."

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desmond69miles · 5 months

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okay so… devil may cry….

dmc boys being overstimulated by a sex toy (vibe? fleshlight? surprise me :D)

this is what I’m SAYING.

Tags: use of sex toys (vibe/fleshlight), light overstim, a lot of c-u-m, heavy praise, sub dmc men.

Char. included: Dante & Vergil.

Dante [-: Dante loves having sex toys used on him. He'd be open to the conversation that talks about sex toys and is very willing to be your test bunny. He could possibly be a little too willing, wanting to immediately go to sex without the discussion of safe words and boundaries.

[-: I'd think he'd be open to most every sex toys, including toys that go up you or him.

Hips positioned above his face, one of your hands rested on his thigh while the other held a dark red stroker tight around his cock. Dante's tongue flicked around your hole and his hands were tight against your hips, keeping you flush to his mouth. Occasionally you stuttered when he hit a good spot, head hanging low as your hand loosened around the stroker.

"Fuck, baby, don't stop." He'd say as you quickly jerked him off, slowing down sometimes around his tip. He wasn't quiet and you knew it was pointless to get him to try to be quiet, so you could only hope the neighbors had a good pair of headphones. Dante's hips chased after your hand when you pulled off just as he was about to cum, a high and whiny whimper coming from your boyfriend.

"C'mon! I was so close." You giggled at his whining and pushed the stroker back onto his leaking cock. Pumping once, twice slowly just to give Dante a thought of a slow orgasm, only to speed up quickly. Dante's head fell back against the pillows as he groaned and whined, hips roughly snapping to meet your hand. It came on so quickly neither of you really noticed, Dante's cum painting his and your stomach.

A "Fuck.." was drawn slow out of Dante. You both laid in bliss for a little while before he roughly grabbed your hips and pushed you off of him, reversing the positions so now Dante hovered over you, pressing a wet kiss to your lips. "My turn now, babe."

Vergil [-: Vergil's not as open as Dante would be. It would take a lot more convincing to allow him to let you use a toy on him, like thorough begging. Maybe if you allowed him to try them out on you first would he allow you to try them.

[-: When he does allow you to use them on him, he's all quiet whimpers and groans. His fists are tightly balled up in the sheets, hips subconsciously pumping up into your hand.

Your hand is tight around the base of his cock, a small yet powerful bullet vibe pressed harsh against the underside of his tip. His thighs tensed, mind fighting off the urge to bend his knees to stave off the upcoming orgasm. His big hands were gripping the sheet below him tightly and his hips gently jerked up, head tilted way back into the sheets. 'He's gonna bite his lip off if he keeps biting down like that,' you thought. 'Cute, though.'

You knew Vergil wasn't above begging, and if you'd try to push him to the point of begging he'd shut down. So, your hand let go of his cock and the other pushed the vibe so his penis was flush against his lower tummy. Your free hand ran across his thigh, running up towards his hips, trailing up to his chest. You gently raked your nails across his muscles and watched his tummy flex.

"I-I'm going to cum." Vergil says so matter-of-factly, still so in character. "Go ahead, you deserve it. You've been such a good boy for me." You watched his face flex at your praise and you knew at the moment he wanted to shoot back but couldn't as his dick twitched, cum shooting and pooling where his tip was pressed into his stomach. "Good boy. Do you want another one?" You asked sweetly, Vergil's body going limp as he relishes in the waves of a powerful orgasm. Your husband let out a weak breath and a low 'no.' You hummed in response and shut off the vibrator that had been forgotten about. "I'll go get a towel and some water, alright? We can also take a bath if you want." You slid off the bed and put the vibe to the side, leaning over Vergil's head. Your still-lubed fingers brushed a strand of free hair off of his head and your lips gave a warm kiss to his forehead, cheek, and then a chaste one on his lips.

#dmc smut #devil may cry x reader #dmc x reader #vergil x reader #vergil smut #dante x reader #dante smut #vergil sparda x reader #dante sparda x reader #devil may cry smut

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jotaroswh0re · 10 months

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NSFW head canons for the dmc boys

*he loves period sex. Just look at the motherfucker, he is a v.a.m.p

* he loves slapping you and being slapped nuff said

* he’s got pussy eating lips and loves when you squirt all over his face

* the best fucking phone sex. His voice is like audio porn and it’s guaranteed to make you cum

*”don’t worry, I’ll be gentle”

* puts his fingers in your mouth and makes you suck on them

* play with his hair while he eats your pussy and he’ll be like putty in your hands

*he whimpers

*his dirty talk is poetic

* if you bite his neck he’ll have to use all his energy to not cum right on the spot

* he’s got a surprisingly big dick and when he pulls it out it like “who’s horse is that?”

*he loves when you ride him while you’re in the bathtub it’s just so intimate and makes his heart melt

*aftercare with him is just him cleaning you up and both of you just falling asleep naked

*he doesn’t just eat pussy, he slurps that shit up like he hasn’t drank anything in days

*he also eats it from the back

* he LOVES sloppy head. Choke on his dick and watch him go absolutely feral. He just loves seeing spit and cum all over his dick and balls and all over your face.

*he loves seeing your makeup smear and run down your face. It boosts his ego seeing the before and after iykyk

* he smacks your ass all the time. Even when you’re not fuckin he’ll just give you a swift smack to the ass whenever he feel like it. What can I say he’s an ass man.

* he is talkative and he moans and groans a lot. He all up in your ear like “you like that, baby?” “Does that feel good?” “Fuck- your pussy feels so fucking good” ik it’s kinda cringe but we both knows it’s true

* he has you sit on his lap naked while he’s fully clothed and plays with your pussy until you squirt all over his leather pants

*when in doggy he likes when you throw your ass back on his cock

*he secretly like when you grab his ass during sex

*he rubs your clit while so fuck because he likes making you really wet

* when you’re done he’ll immediately makes some corny joke and clean you up, get you some clothes and probably some pizza tbh.

* he loves when you sit on his face. Just having your pussy and you ass all up in his face makes him so fucking horny

* he loves giving you hickeys on your neck, tits, thighs and stomach. He loves getting hickeys on his neck, chest, stomach (hickeys on his abs though 😩)

*he loves when you have longs nails because he likes when you scratch his back up when he’s on top

*he grabs you waist or hair while in doggy for support

*he films y’all fucking sometimes and jerks off to it whenever you’re not around

* he’s got the best sex playlist trust 🤞

*he likes when you’re a little sassy and talk back to him

* call him and asshole or sumn and he’ll lose his fucking mind.

* he fucks HARD but he doesn’t fuck really fast though and it’s the perfect pace

*like Dante, he rubs your clit while you fuck

*if you’re being excessively bratty he’ll tie a vibrator on to your clit until you pass tf out

* if you tell him that he’s not going hard enough then he’ll try to prove you wrong by rearranging your guts and making your legs shake

*aftercare is him getting you water, cleaning you up, getting you clothes and depending on the time of day he either orders food for the both of you or cuddles you to sleep.

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angelltheninth · 6 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.

"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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mannequinreligi0n · 4 months

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A Beginner’s Guide To Pet Ownership

You didn’t think Vergil would be up for trying something new in the bedroom - boy, you’re in for a surprise.

PAIRING: Vergil x GN reader

WORD COUNT: 908

WARNINGS: NSFW! - pet play, oral (male-receiving), dom/sub dynamics

AO3 LINK: here

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When you had asked Vergil to try something new, you didn’t expect him to go along with it so easily. The surprise was quite clear on your face when you came home from work that evening to Vergil seated patiently on the bed, collar and tail in hand. It was only a matter of minutes before he had you stripped, collared, and plugged with the tail - Vergil was never one to dance around something. So there you were, on all fours a foot away from his standing form, iridescent eyes peering down at you in the dark of the room.

“Come here, pet.”

Vergil’s quiet yet commanding voice made your eyes perk up, your stomach turning with excitement. You crawl over to him slowly, eyes never leaving his as you slink closer. The fluffy, black tail swishes behind you, as if it was a part of you this whole time, accentuating the sway of your ass. Vergil’s eyes leave your eyes for a brief moment, drawn to the movement behind. His eyes return to yours as you reach his feet. A single hand extends from his side and pulls at the leash attached to the collar on your neck roughly, a yelp escaping your pout. Vergil yanks on the leash with added force as he walks you towards the bed, your neck straining against the leather as you crawl at his will. Seated before you on the bed, he winds the remainder of the leash around his hand, shortening the distance between your face and his cock pressing against the leather of his pants. Taking the hint, you sit on your knees and reach up to undo his zipper, before a strong hand grabs your jaw, stopping you in your tracks. His fingers curl around your chin, making you feel the already-forming red marks from his iron grip.

“No. You want to be treated like an animal, then you will behave as one. Use your mouth.” He orders, words pointed. You lower your hand to the floor as you nod in return, eyes moving back down to his bulge. As soon as he releases your jaw, you stretch open your mouth to soothe the ache from his fingers and lean forward, pulling his zipper down with your teeth. Vergil keeps a tight hand on your leash, in case discipline is necessary, but he leans back on the bed, using his other hand for support. Your mouth struggles with pulling down the waistband of his underwear, making an amused, throaty chuckle ripple out of him. He aids you in your efforts, pushing down the bundles of fabric to his ankles.

Vergil’s already leaking cock twitches as you bump your nose against the head, your tongue darting out to lap up the stray bead of precum. Vergil wouldn’t admit it but the sight of you knelt before him, neck squeezed by the tight collar and tail nestled perfectly behind you, was driving him crazy; it was taking every bit of learned patience to not pull you onto the bed and claim you, mark you, fill you completely. He watched with primal lust as your tongue played with the slit of his tip, cock occasionally springing off of it and swatting your cheek. Vergil is ready to spit out a command to hurry, when you finally take him into your mouth. Warm and wet, your mouth encompasses half of his length, causing him to growl lowly and hold the leash taut, not tolerating any more teasing. Bobbing your head steadily on him, the head of his cock pokes at the back of your throat more and more as you sink farther down. You try your best to focus breathing through your nose as to not gag so soon. Vergil’s grunts fill your ears, reassuring you you’re doing well. He sits up and his free hand combs through your hair, brushing back falling strands stuck to the drool running down your chin. “You’re such a good pet, you know that?” He coos to you, his voice soft and full of adoration, contrasting the guttural groans coming from him before. You smile at his praise, soliciting a hum of gratitude from you. Determined to make him finish, his fingers twirl the strands of hair as you pick up the pace. Your cheeks pull in closer around his cock, sucking him in to milk out his orgasm. Moans and unintelligible words fly freely out of his mouth, forgetting the roleplay completely and submitting to his needs. It only takes a few more nods of your head to have his seed coat your tongue. Vergil’s head falls back with a loud moan, hips bucking up into your face as every bit of his release shoots out of him. As quickly as it ensues, he’s soon spent - panting and covered in a blanket of sweat from his orgasm. It’s only then that he realizes he had his eyes squeezed shut and softly opens them, lifting his head to look down at you cleaning his cock of any remnants of cum.

“…..You’re so beautiful”.

The words catch your attention and you look up at him with shining eyes, a trail of spit falling from your smiling face. That look alone is motivation enough for him to pull you up onto the bed, feverishly latching his mouth to yours. He breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth to your ear to whisper.

“Good pets get rewarded, do they not?”

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twinksrepository · 1 month

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A kiss in the car

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Dante X F!Reader

CW: P in V sex, car sex, hand jobs, horny

Word count: .5 K roughly

A/N: When the weather doesn't want to cooperate and you and Dante make the best of it. Pretty much a short horny thought with Dante.

This wasn’t how you thought your date night was going to go, the plan had been to drive out of town and enjoy a hike with Dante. Which had happened. What you hadn’t expected to happen was for the car to break down and it to start raining.

“You know Babe, we’ve never done it in a car before.” You just turned to look at him in the passenger seat prepared to roll your eyes at his terrible attempt to pick you up. Only to swallow at the sight.

Dante had his pants unzipped and his hard cock out, stroking himself and you can see the single bead of precum that is growing larger the longer you watch him play with himself. “Come on, you know you want to ride this bad boy.” Wiggling his eyebrows you turn back to look out the front window to see the rain still falling with enough force you can barely see. Bitting your lip as the pounding against the metal intensifies.

The two of you aren’t going anywhere and he’s right on both accounts as your core throbs liking the idea of waiting out the storm with Dante inside your core. “Fine.” Undoing your seatbelt and pushing your seat back to get your pants down while the sound of the other seat being pushed back reaches your ears.

“You’re making it sound like a chore.” Smirking as he works his pants down his thick thighs and you laugh for a moment.

“I’d rather do it in a bed, a car isn’t the best place Handsome.” Still in your underwear, you awkwardly crawl across the center console before his large hands are on your hips helping you to sit on his lap but not before spotting the growing wet stain on your underwear.

“You say that but you look ready for a good ride.” Snorting as he pushes the fabric out of his way so he could run his finger along your slit before pushing one in making you groan. “Damn Doll, you feel like you could take me right now.”

Trailing your hands along his broad chest and up to his shoulders before you start to play with his white hair leaning more against his body to brush your lips against his. “Then line me up and let me take you for a ride.” A grunt from the devil hunter as he makes a few adjustments and you start to slowly sink down onto his length, catching his mouth in a searing kiss. You’ve got a few hours to kill so you might as well enjoy it, besides you already know Dante can go for hours.

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vampsickle · 1 year

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mine. ☆ ( dmc5 ) dante

☆ tags - literally 0 plot, rough sex, unprotected, dubcon ? i think? idk, spanking!!, dante’s a little bit mean<3 hes a jealous guy.. use of petnames, afab reader !

☆ wc - 1.4k

☆ a/n - im a sucker for jealous men i wont even lie👍👍 um. thats all i have to say.

☆ synopsis - all you wanted to do was have a peaceful chat with vergil, but dante doesn’t see it that way. he decides to teach you a ‘lesson’.

Both you and Vergil shared a love for books and poetry. So it was no surprise that while Dante had been chatting away with Lady and Trish, you started up a conversation with Vergil over his taste in books and poetry. You didn’t like Vergil in that way. But it’s nice to get to know someone better and find a common interest, but unbeknownst to you— Dante had kept his eye on you the entire night, silently seething.

He’s always had issues with jealousy and has been rather possessive over you, but seeing you talking to his brother, smiling, even laughing, just pissed him off. Something inside of him was lit on fire. The glass of whiskey he held cracked, but no one noticed. You could hardly tell anything was wrong with the way he continued to smile and crack jokes. A part of Dante wanted you to notice him, to be with him, to hold his hand.

It was never your intention to make him jealous, in fact, you just wanted to enjoy your night.

Late into the night, everyone started to get ready to head home, Lady being the last one to leave. Vergil had left just before her, claiming he had ‘places to be’, but you doubted it. He wasn’t really a busy person, just.. A lonely person. Dante had thrown a magazine over his face, roughly throwing his feet up onto his desk, patiently waiting for Lady to leave.

“That was fun! Maybe we should invite them back again, it can be a monthly thing..”

Dante grunts in response, then he continues to sit there in silence, before blowing out a breath.

“What’s wrong with you?”

He doesn’t answer. You become increasingly annoyed, confused on what was wrong with him, but you ultimately drop it— Going to pick up all the glasses and dishes scattered around. It was instant, but you feel a wave of heat rush close to you, Dante’s hand holding your wrist. His grip is so tight that it starts to hurt, and you whine, attempting to pull away. He doesn’t have any of it, dragging you up to his bedroom, and pushing you back onto his bed, rather harshly.

“What— What the hell-?”

His arms are crossed over his chest, impatiently tapping one foot, blue eyes akin to glaciers boring into you. It’s like he wants you to apologize for doing something wrong. Your wrist still stings from his scathing grip, and you can’t bring yourself to look away from him, too nervous to try.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Your eyebrows knit together in visible confusion, cocking your head to one side, and Dante sighs. Like he’s disappointed.

“Did’ja have fun talking to Vergil all night?”

“So that’s what this is about? Come on, Dante.. You aren’t a child. I can’t talk to someone? What.. Are you jealous?”

You almost laugh when you say it, but he doesn’t think it’s funny at all. It’s ridiculous, truly. But you don’t laugh, or smile, you attempt to remain neutral. You almost bring up the fact that he was chatting with Lady and Trish, but he steps closer to you, pulling you back up so he can take a seat on the edge of the bed.

Now you’re bent over his knees, face shoved into the soft sheets, as he squeezes your ass. You exhale rather shakily, staying still as a board, and Dante rubs your smooth flesh with his calloused hand.

“Don’t forget who you belong to.”

“What the hell are you-“

He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence before bringing his hand down onto the supple flesh, and it burns so fucking bad that it makes you cry. Your toes curl in response as you bite down on the velvety sheets, and Dante spanks you again. Even though he’s angry with you, you’re beginning to drip, your panties sticking to your wet heat. It’s humiliating that you’re getting off to this punishment.

“I’m sorry, I won’t talk to—“

Dante smacks your ass again, and you choke on a sob, tears spilling down your warm cheeks. There’s no remorse in his eyes. You’re trembling already, embarrassed at how easily you give into him, how you obey him like a dog would obey it’s master. The pads of his index and middle finger slowly rub your slippery folds through your panties, distracting you from the stinging, and your body begins to slowly relax. But he won’t let you relax, ripping off your panties, and plunging his fingers deep inside you.

You were already so wet that they slipped in so quickly, reaching so far inside you, and you cry out. Dante spanks you repeatedly while pumping his fingers, it makes your heart race, and head spin. He keeps it up, not caring that his palm is beginning to sting from spanking you so much, and your ass has gone completely numb. You beg for him to stop with the relentless assault, but your pleas fall on deaf ears, and you shut up and take it. It’s a punishment after all.

But he lets up, finally, and you gasp when he gently rubs your ass— it still feels so tender. He’s knuckle deep inside your pussy, ears perking up at the obscene squelching noises, and he’s gnawing on his bottom lip.

Before you can cum, he pulls out of you. You hadn’t even announced it and he just knew.

“Dante— Please, please,”

“Please what?”

“Just— Just, fuck me already, I’m sorry,”

You look up to him with tears in your eyes, and they blur your vision so you can’t exactly tell what facial expression he has on, but you hear the unbuckling of his belt. Dante throws the rest of his clothing onto the floor, and pulls your shirt and bra off. Well, he doesn’t exactly pull them off, more like rips them off. More ruined clothing— How tragic.

He moves you so you’re on your back, and Dante pushes your legs open, staring at the slick that runs from your pussy down past your other hole, his cock standing proud.

He’s moving your limbs around aggressively, shoving your legs up that your knees are almost touching your shoulders, and you mewl when you feel his cock rub against your swollen pussy. Even when he’s rough like this, it makes you feel wanted— Deep down, you like when he’s jealous, that even if other people flirt with him, his eyes are still always on you. Dante muffles your near scream when he slams inside you, keeping you in a mating press, his lips smashing against yours. More tears spill down your flushed cheeks, his cock head hitting your cervix, and you know it’s going to bruise. It should hurt, of course, but it feels so good.

“Dante—! It’s so— So good— Oh,”

You gasp, his large hands taking ahold of the back of your knees, pushing your legs back even further. It stings, the stretch, but you keep singing for him regardless. His pace is absolutely brutal, so rough, and even when he’s jackhammering into you— he still knows the spot he needs to hit to make you see stars.

His teeth brush against your shoulder, before digging in, drawing blood. That painful feeling blends together with the pleasure you’re feeling that you practically squirt around him, crying out his name, and he lets out an animalistic growl against the wound he left.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes-! Yes— I’m yours-“

That’s all he needed to hear from you, his thrusts becoming sloppy, but he pushes himself in as deep as he can go, moaning out against your neck as he cums inside you. It’s so fucking much that it’s leaking out of you, staining the sheets, and you’re both a mess. The both of you are panting, and it takes Dante a moment to regain his composure, slowly pulling out. But he makes sure to shove any stray cum back inside you, making you feel stuffed, and you whimper weakly.

“Good girl.. Damn… Took my load so well,”

You blush at his words, a surge of pride rushing through you, and Dante gently picks you up. You melt into his embrace, listening to the beat of his heart, pressing tender kisses to his chest.

“Wanna take a bath, princess?”

All you can do is nod in response, as your throat still stings, and Dante chuckles quietly. He knows he’ll have to make this up to you somehow.

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suvidrache · 5 months

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Snowed In

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 511 | Read it on AO3 | Masterlist

Vergil was up and out of bed as soon as morning came. He made himself a cup of coffee and drank it with nothing added to it. He hated coffee. It would only get worse with stuff added in. He decided to skip breakfast. He would find something to eat along the way. He opened the door and was greeted by the sight of snow piled high. He closed the door and decided to head back to bed. There was no point in trying to do anything today. Aside from the door being blocked, he really didn't want to be out in weather like this and would rather be in the nice, warm air with his significant other. He read his book while you slept peacefully next to him.

When you woke up, you were surprised to see him next to you. Normally, he'd be gone by the time you woke up. This time, he was with you. You sat up.

“Are you okay?”

“I'm fine.” He said as he turned his attention from his book to you.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I'm glad you're home. It's supposed to be snowing, and I don't want you to get sick.” You smiled at him, and he smiled back.

You got out of bed and made your way to the door. You couldn't see out the window, so you opened the door. The snow was piled high. You breathed carefully, not wanting the snow to fall inside. You closed the door and went back to making breakfast. You were sure that Vergil hadn't eaten, so you made him breakfast too. He came downstairs and joined you for breakfast. You both ate in silence. Vergil didn't mind the quietness of it all. He preferred it, actually. You both carried on about your days until it was closer to bedtime.

Your hands slid across his abdomen as you continued to move your hips up and down. His moans were quiet. Your moans were much louder as he thrust his hips up into you. You continued moving up and down. Vergil's hands grasped your hips to help you continue to move. You continued until you had cum, and Vergil followed along soon after. You continued, letting you both ride out your orgasm before you finally came to a stop. You moved and laid down next to him. He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, letting himself catch his breath, before he turned and looked at you.

“That was nice. Do you want to go again soon?”

“Yes.”

He waited until you were both ready. He moved himself in between your legs and slid himself inside of you. He slowly began to thrust in and out of you before picking up the pace and thrusting harder. Your hands grasped the bedsheets as he continued to thrust. Your moans fuel him to go faster and harder. Your hips thrust with his as he continued. His hands dug into your hips, but he was gentle enough to not cause you pain and to not leave marks behind.

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actuallysaiyan · 1 year

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Magic Feeling(Virgin!Vergil x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, virginity loss, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus/fem receiving oral sex, pre-DMC3!Vergil(18-19), canon divergent in a way, AU I guess??? word count: 1.8k pairings: Virgin!Vergil x Fem!Reader a/n: this is the last post from my poll that I posted awhile back! Hope you enjoy it!

It was a fleeting romance. He came into the city searching for more power and you were searching for a deeper connection than you’ve ever had. Most of your life, you felt alone and unwanted. A pariah in the eyes of everyone. Someone unnatural and not normal. Someone that the rest of the world looked down on. And the pain of being so isolated and alone only seemed to get worse when your parents died.

So when Vergil came into your life, it’s like he was the breath of fresh air you needed. He motivated you to become something you were not. He motivated you to be even better than what you are. He rejuvenated you and helped you grow into a wonderful person. He became your savior.

You spent your days with him once you met him. He’d come to your workshop and he would watch you work at the forge for hours. He became so fascinated with your work and how a delicate little thing like you was so strong and adept at making these swords and other weapons and armor. He even commissioned you to make him a small little weapon. Something he could easily conceal and pull out whenever he needed a trick up his sleeve.

Most people frowned upon you still working as a blacksmith, but you had wanted to follow in your father’s footsteps. For years you had watched him and became a very talented apprentice, so it was only normal as your parent’s only child to take up the craft once they both perished. And you were the best blacksmith in town, despite almost everyone else going to the competition because it was a man running the place. Still, you made enough money at the market selling your wares to make ends meet.

Working to make Vergil a weapon was fun. He stayed by your side the entire time. During his mornings, he’d go sneak into the castle and steal books or anything he could get his hands on. It became a routine for him to seek out the treasures of knowledge and power hidden behind the walls at the old castle that Sparda lived in.

Then he’d find you in your workshop and spend his days unlocking his power. Oftentimes, you wondered who this man truly was or what he was. There was no way he was a normal human when you marveled at his strength. He was so much more than just human but you couldn’t put your finger on it right away. Then again, he really did look like the legendary Dark Knight Sparda. Maybe this was one of his sons that was not often spoken of? You wondered about it a lot.

At sunset, you two would part ways and the cycle would continue day after day. You really appreciated Vergil’s presence and his company. He would help make the days go by faster and would always lend his ear to you if you ever needed to talk about anything. It made you so happy to have one friend.

But one night, he offered to walk you home. You invited him inside. Something seemed different about him this evening. He seemed passionate. You wondered if he had developed feelings for you as you did him.

Once inside, you shared a bottle of wine, laughing and talking like you two were old friends. It felt so natural between the two of you. Then with reddened cheeks, Vergil took the plunge and pressed his lips to yours.

It was warm and sweet, but also inexperienced. Slowly, he pulled away and he was mortified. A million apologies fell from his lips. But you only pulled him in for another kiss. And soon your kisses grew needy and wanton. His saliva tasted so sweet as your tongues rubbed together sensually. When he pulled away to breath, a string of spit kept the both of you connected. Your hearts were racing and arousal and need grew so deep inside of you.

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” you suggested. Vergil did not need to be told twice.

Once in the bedroom, something snapped deep inside of him. He pushed you onto the bed, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy with lust. He crawled on top of you and kissed you all over your pretty face. It was so passionate already and he had only kissed you.

“You’ll be my first,” he declares and you agree. You tell him that he is your first as well.

In a mess of kisses and clothing being pulled off, you and Vergil lay skin to skin with one another. He’s warm and smells so comforting to you. Like a warm mug of tea on a rainy night. Like old parchment and books. The comforting scent of freshly washed linens.

His hands are shaking as he explores your body. He enjoys every moment of this. Part of him feels selfish to have such pleasures, but he can see just how much you love it. So how is he supposed to stop himself now?

When his long fingers part your folds, he relishes in the sounds of love you make. He’s deliberate in his explorations despite not knowing exactly what he’s doing. He just knows he’s going to make you feel so good. You’re so wet and so wanton, and it makes it easy for him to turn you into a boneless and pliable thing.

He kisses down your body as his fingers continue to stimulate you. You whine and moan his name, which only makes his cock throb with need. Vergil isn’t even sure how long he’ll last once he’s so deep inside of you, but he knows it won’t matter. He’ll have the stamina to keep going if that’s what you so wish.

“You’re so beautiful,” his voice is huskier than usual. He’s now between your thighs, looking up at you with his gorgeous blue eyes. You run your fingers through his messed up white hair, and this makes him let out a soft purr.

When he begins kissing your mound, you know you’re already done for. He’s been stimulating you in all the right ways, and it’s almost like he knows your body so perfectly. His large hands spread your thighs so he’s not going to miss a single moment of this. You won’t even be able to squirm away.Then his hot breath tickles your glistening cunt, making you whine.

“If only you knew how divine you smell,” Vergil says before leaning in to kiss your clit. “Oh, and how divine you taste as well.”

That’s all it takes for him to begin lapping at your cunt like a starved man. Your eyes roll back and you let out the most erotic moan he has ever heard in his life. One of his hands has to reach down to adjust his hard cock in his underwear. His eyes then dart back up to you, and he’s watching your chest heave up and down as he licks you with expertise.

Your fingers card through his very messy hair and you begin bucking up against him. You’re practically humping his face at this point, but he doesn’t even seem to mind. If anything, Vergil is losing himself to this beautiful pleasure. He’s tasting your very essence and it’s making such a strong need for you bubble up in his chest and stomach.

And when you cum, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever witnessed. He swears he’ll commit this memory to his mind for all eternity. There is no way he could ever forget something as beautiful as you writhing under him, moaning his name as your juices splash all over his mouth and tongue. And the taste of you is intoxicating, and Vergil knows he’ll never taste anything sweeter than you.

Vergil doesn’t hesitate to pull off his own underwear now and slot himself between your thighs. He’s done waiting now, he needs to feel you inside. His fingers push into you for a few moments, just opening you up even more for him. He strokes his cock lazily as he leans in to kiss you.

No words need to be shared between you. Your eyes say it all, and everything your eyes aren’t able to convey, you both can feel it in the needy and sloppy kisses you share. Soon, he’s guiding the tip of his cock into your dripping hole.

You hiss as the pleasure turns into pain now. He’s big, very big. It makes tears sting your eyes as he is splitting you in half with the fat meat that is between his legs. Not only does he have immense girth, he’s definitely not lacking in the length department either. Vergil curses under his breath as your gummy walls begin clamping down on him.

“R-relax, please.” He breathes out, then he leans in to kiss you once more. You shudder as you feel him pushing more of himself into you. It’s all so overwhelming.

But with his comforting words and sweet kisses, you start to relax a bit more. Your cunt begins to open up to him, and eventually, he bottoms out into you. The two of you are both moaning and panting at the amazing sensations. Vergil looks down at where the two of you are connected and he groans.

“Amazing,” he whines. “So fucking good.”

He clings to you as he begins pumping his hips, and already he feels his balls beginning to tighten. It’s all so good and you’re just moaning his name so fucking sweetly. He swears you must be an angel. You’re so beautiful, so sweet. You’ve been nothing but loving and considerate to him the entire time he’s been here, and nothing could make him feel more overwhelmed and scared but also so loved and happy simultaneously.

His face is buried in the crook of your neck. You smell like summer rain and roses. It’s making his head so foggy with lust, only adding to the pleasure and lust he’s lost himself into. Your tight, wet hole makes him feel like he’s actually going insane right now. And with him trying to hold on, it’s just making him weaker and weaker to the pleasure that is you.

“Darling, ‘m gonna—” but he can’t even finish his sentence. He grunts and groans, pulling you closer to him as he begins pumping ropes of hot, thick cum into your walls.

You moan as his cock throbs more and more, sending you over the edge as well. With your tight, gummy walls clamping down on him, it only prolongs his orgasm even more. Vergil grunts and moans your name, kissing you fiercely between the sharp inhales he needs to take to try and catch his breath.

After you’ve both come down from your high, he pulls out of you and lays next to you. The realization of what’s just happened comes over him and he suddenly feels so vulnerable. For the first time in his life, he doesn’t want to pull away from his softness. Instead, he rolls over and snuggles his head against your breast.

“You make me a better man,” he confesses before latching onto your nipple.

“And you make me a better woman,”

There’s silence after this. And with the warmth emanating from him, you slowly drift off into a peaceful sleep. Vergil vows to never let you go.

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Roughness

A/N: Yes this is self indulgent but SHOOSH I WANNA FUCK DANTE IN DEVIL TRIGGER SHOOOOOOSH

Contains: Monster fucking, devil trigger fucking, knotting, breeding kink, creampie, reader is gender neutral

He couldn’t get over it.

How the roughness of his stubble matched perfectly with your soft thighs, how his calloused hands felt so good on your soft waist. How you begged ovr and over to fuck you senseless even when he was going slow. How you would whine and cry out for more whenever he gave you bites and hickeys on your neck and shoulders, even tugging his head closer when you could see how he just drooled over you.

Fuck. Dante couldn’t get over how much you loved his roughness.

Even now, with you against his chest and your thighs in his hands, did you continuously beg for it. How your soft voice longed to hear the roughness of his own, it coaxing him to break down the last of his restraint and just take you. Dante could feel himself growing harder by the moment and his need to just breed you becoming more and more apparent. How could he even say no to you? Not with your hands running all over his skin, leaving delectable shivers in their wake, not when you made such pretty moans for him. No, no he couldn’t say no to you, not ever.

“You gotta tell me exactly what you want, doll,” Dante mumbled in your neck. “You gotta tell me exactly how rough you want me to be with you, otherwise I'm gonna be as soft as a blanket with ya, got that? If you don’t tell me with that pretty mouth of your’s, then I ain’t gonna go hard.” As much as he wanted to just go all out straight from the get go, he knew that he had to be gentle with you. That awareness came with being part demon, that acute sense that one wrong move could hurt you in a less than pleasurable way. It was the one way that Dante knew would keep himself from hurting you, no matter how much you reassured him.

You nodded in response, whimpering and trying to get the larger devil to do something to you. “I wanna feel your hands all over me as we fuck like this… I wanna feel your stubble scratch my neck as you kiss and bite it with all the force in the world. I want you to make me yours , Dante.”

Fuck. Dante would be damned if that wasn’t the hottest thing he has ever heard from you.

With a soft growl, he bit into your neck, sliding himself into and moving at break neck speed. You were already stretched enough to slide into with no problem, all seven inches of him. And oh how he delighted in your screams of pleasure as he fucked you. How you called out for Dante like only he could get rid of the heat that pooled in your stomach, how you begged him to be rougher, to go harder, to breed you…

And who was he to deny his angel?

Time and time again Dante filled you as you called out for him, just as time and time again did you cum on his cock just for him. It was just like heaven for both of you, and Dante never wanted to leave. He wanted to stay, just like this with his angel. Maybe it was the devil part of him that wanted it, shit, maybe even the human side wanted it too. But Dante kept going, putting his stamina to work on something other than just hunting demons. And even when inside of you, Dante’s demon heritage just had to shine through. Right as you asked for more, Dante could feel the change of his devil trigger coming on. And you could too.

He wanted to pull out, he really did, but his little angel just felt too good to slide out of just yet.

It wasn’t the first time the younger son of Sparda had let his instincts, his need, take over. And just like all the other times, this one was bound to be pleasurable. You could feel just how much bigger Dante had become, how much thicker his cock had gotten, stretching you out deliciously. You could almost feel the heat radiating off of him as his moans and whimpers turned into deep growls and snarls of your name. You knew at this point how badly Dante wanted to cum, and you weren’t one to be a tease. So you decided to give him a little push .

With just a little squeeze, you could feel Dante quicken his pace, and that was enough to send you just right over the edge to your release. But Dante had other ideas. He just kept going, and going, and going, until he too reached his peak and came with a resounding roar, cumming load after load into his little angel and holding you close, even resorting to pushing you into the mattress so he could shove his load into your tight hole deeper.

It wasn’t long after that Dante, still in devil trigger, was licking at your wounds, holding you close as you layed on his chest peacefully, belly still full of cum. His cum. It was around this time that Dante spoke outside of just ragged growls and snarls to check up on you. “You okay, angel?” He rumbled, licking up the blood on your shoulder. “Didn’t go to rough on ya?” Smiling softly, you nodded and leaned on his chest, sighing as you felt his hand massage your back gently. “I’ll be okay with you taking care of me, Dante. I promise.”

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