#nero x reader smut

[m0chaminx]

Kinktober Day One | "No Gods... Just Devils"

*•.¸♡Kinktober Prompt : Only One Bed

*•.¸♡Prompt : None

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : Fluffy start, adorable Nero and reader, pet names; princess, pretty girl, angel, slight praising, teasing, fingering, cum eating (kinda, if ya squint), unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), p in v, riding, cream pie, begging (again, kinda)

*•.¸♡Paring : Nero Sparda x F!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Dante sent you and Nero on a simple mission he decided not to take last minute, unfortunately fortunately he forgot to change the room and there's only one bed

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"Uh..." Nero trailed off as he looked over the small hotel room Dante had booked. There was a single double bed, with horrible coloured maroon sheets, pushed in the centre of the room. "Well... I guess Donate forgot to call and change it," Nero suggested, letting his backpack slide from his shoulder and land next to the door on the floor.

"Or he's being an ass," You groaned, pushing past Nero and flopping against the bed.

"There's not even a chair or anything," Nero mumbled his eyes surveying the room. "Fuuuck. I'm gonna go see if they have any other rooms." Nero tossed his jacket on the bed and stepped from the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

Nero came back a few minutes later, dragging his feet slightly. "No luck?" You questioned, pushing yourself up to lean back on your hands. Nero looked up at you, glaring at you softly. "No luck. We can just share the bed Nero, it's fine. I won't bite." You let yourself fall back against the bed. "Not unless you ask."

Nero felt heat rise to his cheeks, and his eyes widened slightly. "Y-Yeah sure," Nero mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull off his shoes.

._☆_.

It was late into the night and Nero was sound asleep, soft breaths escaping his lips. You, on the other hand, were wide awake. What would normally be an upside to Nero and his demon was his unbelievably natural high body heat, but tonight it seemed to be your nightmare. Not only that, but the size of the bed made the young Sparda nearly press himself against you. 

You huffed and threw the blanket off and stomped out of the bed. "Y/N?" Nero mumbled, stirring awake.

"Sorry Nero, but you are going to kill me," You sighed, opening the small hotel window. Nero sat up watching you by the window and you spun to face him. "You were pressed up against me and do you understand how hot you are?" As the words left your mouth, you understood how weird that sounded. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you blushed at your words. "Not- Not like that. I mean you are hot- but not saying-" You cut yourself off and pressed your hands to your head.

Nero took a nervous breath and walked towards you, his ears catching your incoherent mumbling. "You're hot too," Nero said awkwardly. "And not just the way you were originally thinking." You pulled your hands away from your head and stared up at him. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded softly and Nero gently brought his hand to your cheek. Nero leaned down and pressed your lips together. Your hand dropped down to grip the front of Nero's shirt. Nero's hand tangled in your hair and the other gripped your waist as he sucked on your bottom lip to pull it between his teeth. Nero bit softly on the soft skin, pressing you against the wall slightly, grinding his hips against your thigh.

"Nero," You panted slightly, using a hand to push Nero's lips away from yours. "Bed. We can use the wall next time." 

Nero hummed slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Next time?" Nero teased, tilting his head slightly.

"Nero, focus," You ordered. Nero chuckled softly before pressing his lips back to yours. Nero ran his hands down to your legs, tapping his fingers on the back of your thighs. You jumped slight and Nero caught your thighs in his hands, gently digging his nails into the delicate flesh.

 Nero spun around and walked you to the bed, gently dropping you on top. Your legs stayed locked against his hips and Nero fell forward, catching himself on his hands that were planted next to your head. You laughed softly and released Nero's hips, moving to pull yourself further onto the bed. Nero hooked his hands to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the side.

Nero dived back down to kiss you and your hands wandered across his torso, your fingers dipping to the curve of his abs. Your hands slid down to the top of his sweatpants, reaching for the strings but Nero's hand snapped down to grab yours. "You first princess," Nero mumbled, pulling back so his lips hovered just above yours.

Nero released your hands and trailed his fingertips up the exposed skin of your legs and over your shorts. Nero's hands slid under your shirt, running across your torso. Nero pulled away and slid your shirt off, tossing it away with his. "Fucking hell," Nero cursed dropping his head to kiss under your jaw and across your throat, breathless gasps and quiet whimpers leaving your lips. 

Nero's hand made its way down to your shorts, dipping his fingers just below the waistline. "Can I?" Nero whispered pulling away for a minute.

"God please Nero," you whined pulling Nero's lips back to yours. 

Nero hummed siding your shorts and your panties off at ounce. Nero moved to kneel between your legs, forcing your thighs apart. "No Gods...," Nero whispered, dipping his fingers down to run up your slit and your hips moved to grind against his fingers. "....Just devils." Nero pushed his fingers in your heat, his thumb bumping against your clit.

A breathy moan left you as your head rolled backwards, one hand gripping against the sheets, the other lightly wrapped around Nero's wrist. "Fu-ck, Nero..." your words caught in your throat and it melded into a moan. Nero smirked down at you, his free hand moving up to pull your hand away from the sheets and lacing your fingers together.

"You sound so good princess," Nero praised, sucking on the skin of your collarbone and running his tongue over it a moment after. Your walls fluttered around his fingers, your nails digging into his skin.

"Nero! I'm close-!" Your head tossed back a loud moan ripped from your throat. "Shit Nero, faster please!" 

"Already? Go on then, cum for me pretty girl," Nero orders, speeding up his fingers. Your thighs twitched at his sides and arched off the bed, random babbles of nonsense spilling from your lips and your high creeping close at a rapid rate. "Cum all over my fingers angel." A broken screech tore itself from your throat as your orgasm washed over you. You clenched around Nero's fingers as they slowed slightly, riding out our high.

Nero pressed his lips against yours quickly as he released your hand from his and slowly pulled his fingers out. Nero sat up a little and ran his tongue over his digits, humming at the taste. "You taste good princess," Nero smiled, pecking your lips again. You chuckled softly and pulled Nero back to kiss you properly. "Can you go again?"

You nodded and Nero stood up, untying his pants and dropping them along with his boxers. Nero leaned over you but you slipped your legs through his and rolled him to lay against the bed with you straddling his hips. "My turn," You hummed, rocking your hips coating Nero's cock in your slick. Nero's hands shot up to your hips and he tossed his head back, short whimpers escaping his lips.

"Please... need to be inside you," Nero whispered, rocking his hips with yours. You spread your legs slightly as you pressed his lips to his. Your hand crept down his torso to grip his dick and pump it a few times. "Please angel." You lined the tip at your entrance, circling your slit a few times before sinking down on his cock. Moans slipped from you and Nero as you wiggled your hips as Nero stretched you out. You pressed your hands to his chest and sat up as you raised yourself halfway off of Nero's cock and dropped back down. 

Nero groaned, his fingers digging into your hips. You rocked your hips back and forth as you raised up and down, fucking yourself on Nero's cock. Nero's hands tightened and he led your movements, speeding you up slightly. Nero rocked his hips up, thrusting into you. You moaned and Nero began pumping harder watching your breasts bounce. Nero rolled you over, slipping out of you and pushing your legs to link around his waist. 

He slid back inside you, holding your hands above your head and he snapped his hips to fuck into you. "Holy fuck, Nero. Feels good," You moaned, trying to match your hips to his thrusts. "Gonna cum again."

"Fuck, I'm close too," Nero panted dropping his head slightly. "Hold it for me, baby." You shuddered and clenched on Nero's cock, trying to make him hit his high.

One of Nero's hands let go of your wrists and moved down to grip your hip, lifting your hips up to snap his hip against you even harder. Your breathing became ragged as your second orgasm inched closer. "I've wanted to do this since the moment I set eyes on you," Nero mumbled against your ear. He couldn't register what he was saying, but he could see you tug against his hands and shudder under his words. "Do you like it when I touch you? When I fuck you like this?"

"Yes. Yes, god," You babbled, losing yourself in the euphoria. "I like it a lot. I love it!" You screamed as you hit your high, your legs tightening around his hips. "God please, Nero. Cum for me, please Nero. Need to feel it."

Nero shuddered, his hip becoming frantic as he came. His cum spilled inside you and Nero held you close, whispering nonsense against your neck. "Thank Sparda for only giving us one bed," Nero chuckled softly.

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[angelltheninth]

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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[ollieolliewrld]

DMC Men in Bed (NSFW)(afab!reader)

A brief take on what the Sparda men are like in bed~

*CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT 18+*

0.8k words

Dante

☾ He is a very playful lover

☾ With a sex drive as high as his you will be pushed to your limits

☾ While he is a giver all of the pleasure given to you comes with teasing 

☾ Adores seeing you mindlessly drunk on pleasure

☾ He is never pleased with just one orgasm out of you

☾ Dante craves more from you having you on his cock on the brink of tears 

☾ Watching as you try to squirm away from his thumb circling your clit

☾ “Don’t run from it, Baby”

☾ Loves to have your leg on his shoulder as he fucks you

☾ He wants to see the look on your face when he thrusts his full length inside of you

☾ Will ask you questions knowing that you are unable to answer

☾ “How does that feel, Princess? Do you know how good you feel around me?”

☾ The messier you get the better

☾ If he can’t cum inside of you he will be cumming on your tits

☾ He would take a picture of you if he could and keep it with him

☾ Dante thinks you look so cute covered in his cum, your thighs slick with your juices 

☾ Just when you think he’s done he will pull one last orgasm from you

☾ “You can take it, show me you can”

☾ As you lay there out of breath and mindless he takes the time to engrave this image in his head, each time better than the last

☾ He will always clean you up afterward, making sure you know that you are cared for 

☾ Then he pulls you to his chest stroking your hair and whispering to you until you drift off to sleep

Vergil

☾ His dominance in bed ranges from slow and controlled to making it so he will be helping you walk the next day

☾ No matter what Vergil is a vocal lover

☾ Very big on praise as he has your face buried in a pillow, his hands on your hips as he thrusts into you you’ll hear

☾ “You’re so pretty like this”

☾ He flips you over and slides back into you placing a hand on your throat

☾ “Keep your eyes on me or I’ll stop”

☾ Gets drunk on the sounds that you make 

☾ The surprised gasp you let out as he places a slap on your ass 

☾ The moans you illicit when he takes your breasts into his hands 

☾ “Say my name”

☾ Will fuck you until all you can say is his name like a mantra

☾ Rough sex is his favorite, having his hand pulling at the roots of your hair bringing your back against his chest so he can speak directly into your ear

☾ “Look at you taking my cock so well, my little slut”

☾ He takes his time with sex wanting to feel every part of you

☾ As rough as he gets with you Vergil takes his time to kiss over the marks he has left on you

☾ Sex to him is sacred and carries meaning, he uses it as a way to show you his feelings for you allowing himself to be fully vulnerable with you

☾ Breeding kink, seeing his cum leaking out of you drives him feral

☾ He loves to watch it slowly dripping out and then fuck it back into you with his thick fingers

Nero

☾ This sweet boy doesn’t have much experience yet

☾ At first, he is a bit timid but is eager to learn 

☾ It starts off with him wanting to finger you 

☾ Taking it slow Nero works his way along your body learning where to touch, the sounds you make, what makes your back arch

☾ The first time you have sex you get on top of him rolling your hips experimentally 

☾ He holds his hands on your hips watching where your bodies meet desperately trying to control his hips as you ride him

☾ Nero does not talk much as he is too focused on how he feels and making sure that he is doing what you like 

☾ Switches between whimpers when you are on top and small grunts when he is thrusting into you 

☾ But he likes to move you around, picking you up from off his lap and walking you over to a wall holding you up as he thrusts into you 

☾ Loves to use his strength in the bedroom, no matter what size you are he will be moving you with ease 

☾ Gets easily egged on by your voice, hearing you moan signals him to go harder 

☾ Doesn’t mind you being in control at first but he becomes more dominant as time goes on

☾ As his confidence rises Nero starts to take more control putting you into different positions 

☾ Cannot control himself while you go down on him

☾ Grabbing at your hair and bucking his hips 

☾ When he sees you swallow his cum it unlocks a new kink for him as he pulls you up to kiss him

Author's note: Very open to any comments, recommendations, or criticism!! I don't write a lot of NSFW pieces so let me know how I can Improve <3<3

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[salaciousdoll]

✩˚｡⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Reflection and invisibility ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡✩

･˳ . ⋆ Featuring Risotto Nero x La squadra!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of Risotto and Reader both being Assassins in Passione, Boss!Giorno, Au where everyone is alive and thriving, smut, hardcore fucking, katoptronophilia( fucking in front of mirror), body worship, reader is a stand user but it’s not used( none of their stands are except illuso, voyeurism, dirty talking, degradtion kink up 1000 in here, there’s praise here and there, dick drunk reader and pussy drunk Risotto, backshots, reader has a voice kink, Risotto cracks subliminal jokes here and there( he’s a little jokester when he was fighting doppio in the anime), pet names in Italian( I really tried here but pet names such as bunny, slut, beautiful, doll, Angel, etc.), your ex is Bruno, Risotto has dick piercings( frenum ladder), Risotto makes you count the amount of thrust he gives you, edging, and mention of somnophillia at the end. Oh and Dark content. Wc: 2.7k

Minors do not interact, 18+ Only!

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: This is my first time writing for JJBA as a whole and my first time writing for Risotto as well… I really hope you all enjoy this fic even if you don’t watch jjba, hope I can convince you babies to watch it with this fic. If you know Italian please tell me if the words are wrong. ‘Grazii assai mia bellissima, bambola’= Thank you very much, my beautiful doll, ‘Angelo’ = Angel, ‘ coniglio’ = bunny, ‘Bambola’= doll, ‘sudicio’ = dirty , ‘troia’= slut

Salaciousber Masterlist

Risotto Nero was a man everyone either heard of or came into contact with. Both encounters could build up the emotion of fear and the feeling of danger, nothing else. The man could kill without a blink of an eye or a movement of cringe. To everyone else, he was a man who they feared just by either his tall stature or his black sclera eyes combining with the red pupils to compliment them.

Risotto was the scary man , your parents warned you about when you were younger, yet when they always told them stories, you never believed them. You had to see the boogeyman yourself in order to actually be scared. Those thoughts lead to your failures and success in the underground world. The failures of almost meeting your end and the success of getting to see Risotto— being able to keep him between your white manicured fingers. Risotto grew to be obsessed with you just because of your beauty and perspective of him. You didn’t judge him by one look of his eyes, not that he cares what other people think. He only cares when he thinks of the person as a colleague or more. You were more. His love, he adored since you came to his team after transferring from Bruno’s gang.

Bruno Buccirati was your first love but wasn’t your last. Risotto may be the last man you fall in love with, especially since you’ve been in a relationship with him for three years now . At first, you didnt talk with one another outside of missions and the missions he assigned. He wasn’t the one for small talk and you weren’t either, the lingering ghost of love you had for Bruno was in the air everywhere you walked and every mission you did. You couldn’t get him off your mind and the rest of La squadra were fed up with your closed off personality, so they complained to Risotto about you. In response to their concerns over the total of two months you were there, he had no choice but to make the first move.

It wasn’t easy for the both of you to talk to one another since he made it clear that you needed to get your shit together and perform your best on missions, otherwise he might as well start planning a funeral for you now. “ Do you want to die?”

You stared at him with wide eyes because that was the first thing coming out of his mouth after calling you in. You shook your head and looked away. He stared at you even more and under his dangerous but alluring eyes, you couldn’t help but to get a little aroused and nervous. A bad combination of feels to have, especially in front of your boss..

“ No, boss.”, You say to the wall and he didn’t like that one bit.

Risotto's deep voice said your name with malice in his tone, “ I didn’t know I was a wall.” You wanted to laugh because you didn’t think he had humor, yet he proved you wrong so maybe you’ll open up a bit more. When you didn’t look at him at all, he took it as disrespect. “ Look at me when I talk to you. You’re supposed to respect your superiors, did Bucciarati not teach you that. Maybe the perception of Bucciarati being painted as a noble man was another lie he shown everyone because no noble man would allow their colleagues to disrespect an su-”

“ Excuse me, Capo… I would rather not talk about Bruno right now. And I’m just nervous, so forgive me for disrespecting you. It’s not my intention to do this unforbidden action.”, You say to Risotto, who raised a pale blue eyebrow at you. You didn’t want to hear Risotto talking about Bruno like he doubted his existence or portrayal of his existence to the people who adored him— you being one of the people who adored him. The more Risotto stared at you, the more he could see that you were obedient and respectful after all. You two stared at each other a bit longer than usual taking in each other's features. You noticed his beautiful and unique eyes, his full lips, the creases under his eyes from the lack of sleep probably or just a result of getting older, his nose, a nose you see yourself riding any moment if you continued staring. He noticed the shape of your eyes, how your nose looked, eyebrows, big cheeks, and finally your lips. Your plush lips with the perfect shape to them. He loved how thick and full they were— always shiny with lipgloss he sees you apply every 2 minutes also. He wanted to bite them but that’ll have to wait now.

He cleared his throat, “ I asked that question because it seems your head is in another place on missions with your squad members, some of them voice their concerns and I’m here to let you know that you can’t slack off into dreamland unless you want to die. Your stand is powerful and you are powerful, so I need you to start showing me that you're powerful and useful as they say. Don’t let it happen again, understand?”

You nodded your head and he huffed before speaking, “ You’re dismissed and { reader’s last name}, you’re going on a mission with formaggio to shake up Riccolo— Boss orders. So get prepared to leave with him in 15.” You nodded your head and left the office.

You used to hate that Giorno moved you to the team you decided to save just because you knew formaggio from a one night stand. That night was fun especially since you just moved from your home country to Italy with your sister two weeks before. You were a foreigner and it was visible yet Formaggio didn’t care unlike half of Italy would. Bare minimum really but that’s not the reason you fucked the man. He charmed his way into your panties and you had him wrapped around your finger even before you gave him some, basically the first time he saw you He was a good fuck, but not as great as Bruno or your Capo now.

Now, though, you were on top of the moon from moving teams, even after four years, because you were too busy getting bent over in front of the mirror by your Capo. His rough hands were squeezing your stomach making some of your tummy melt in between his long, thick fingers, “ Give me one more, bambola. One more for me.”

You couldn’t hold on for dear life. Your left boob was massaged softly as he pounded into you from behind. The feeling of his red eyes was enough to make anyone fold and you were long gone. You folded as soon as he kissed your neck while you were standing in front of the mirror with your new bra and pantie set you got from your favorite lingerie store. “ I— I can’t, Ris’ pleaseuhhh.”

Your moans mixed with your cries of pleasure as he rolled his fat and long cock inside of you. His frenum ladder piercings were adding on to your pleasure because of the cold metals grinding against the walls of your dripping pussy. You felt every vein of his cock as he fucked into you like he’s never gonna see you again. He couldn’t help bending you over to pound inside of your sweet fat cunt because of how amazing you looked in that set. He loved worshiping and showing appreciation for you and your body. Your body was his favorite piece of art— he could stare at it for hours. Your a live painting that he could worship and fuck anytime he wanted.

“ Fuck, coniglio, you’re pussy is taking me so well. My perfect girl. Gonna squirt for me.”, Risotto grunt out his response as his hips snapped into your plump ass creating ripples, which was his favorite thing to watch. He loved watching any part of your body shake or jump. Fuck, you are his heaven. The heaven he will never get to see since his hands were tainted with hundreds of people’s blood.

The wetness of your pussy and the slaps of hips meeting was heard so loud in the room as your eyes rolled back into your head, “ You’re tearing me apart, Ris’ please slow down~” he loved how you stretched the word down out. It shows how brain dumb you are right now for him. Brain was filled with nothing, becoming nothing but mushiness. Just the way he liked you.

“ Slow down you say?” Risotto slowed his hips down and watched your expression in the mirror prior to turning himself invisible. “ Want you to look at yourself being stretched and fucked dumb on my cock in any pace. Whether it’s fast or slow, you still couldn’t, guhahh— you naughty little slut; You dare squeeze me that tight after I told you to loosen up for me.”

Risotto dropped his hands from holding you and bunched up the hairstyle you had in your hair before long stroking your pussy— deep and slow. He let out a wicked chuckle, “ Look at you… shaking all because of my cock, right my little angelo. Look closely in the mirror for me and then I want you to, shit! Your pussy is trapping me inside.” He couldn’t focus on what he was trying to say. Risotto was only this vocal with you. His deep voice was everything you needed to hear in your ear. Voice was sending a strike of thunder inside the blood in your body, allowing you to become even more turned on. His voice alone could get you off, so this act being an add on is what your dreams are made for. You brought his dirty talking and surge of pleasure out of him, none of his past hookups got an inch of words from him. Only moans and that’s if they pulled it out of him.

Risotto slapped your ass causing you to move forward into the mirror. Your fingerprints were imprinted in the big 48’ tall and 83’ wide mirror in your room. You were so glad you brought this mirror. You can use it for this exact reason. Risotto yanked your head back enough for you to see you and his invisibility in the mirror. It was like you were getting fucked by a ghost, spooky and freaky. Such a wonderful feeling.

“ Pay attention to the mirror, tesoro. Now choose a number, any number.”, his groans were heard right after he finished his sentence. You moaned when you saw his eyes staring at you through the mirror. You couldn’t even form words because of how slow and dragged his cock was going inside of your sobbing pussy.

Your fingers bunched up on the mirror and you knew you were close to squirting on this mirror. As his cock dragged in and out of you, you tried to form an answer to his questions. Nothing but moans and fumbling words in between were heard. You were really fucked out and he wanted to cherish the sounds forever.

Risotto continued fucking you with groans in your ear prior to biting your ear lob causing you to scream, “ Do you want me to ask the rest of your teammates? They’re watching, you know. Watching how you come apart on my cock, watching how your tits bounce back and forth as I fuck you like the sudicio little troia you are.” Your eyes widen at that information and his words. You finally took a deep look into the mirror and there stood every last member of La Squadra staring or smirking at you through the mirror, damn you illuso and your fucking stand. You shouldn’t have gotten turned on at being watched, but you couldn’t help it.

Risotto felt your pussy grab his cock like she never wanted to let him go. He hissed when he felt you squeezed tighter, stopping his movements all together. You whined and looked back at him to see his eyes looking at you with lust and anger. “ Number.” You tired to fuck back into him, but his finger nails dug into your hips causing you to bite your lip letting out a short muffled scream.

Your lips quivered as you answered him, “ 10! Ris’ please fuck me. I need to cum.” Risotto smirked at you, yet you couldn’t see it due to his invisibility. You only saw his eyes, which was more than enough for you. Risotto then dragged your back to leave a little space before the mirror.

He bent you over to a 90 degree angle and gripped your wide hips with his big hands, “ Count every thrust I give to your sweet pussy, 10 counts for two rounds. Two rounds because how much I’ve had to repeat myself with you.” Tears started to pour out of your pretty eyes as he grabbed your hair in his hands and snapped his hips forward causing a huge ripple on your ass.

“ Fuckkk! One.”, Your moan was so loud that you didn’t even care if someone delivering your packages for today heard you as you heard the house doorbell ring or was that ringing in your head from how hard he thrusted inside of you.

Risotto pulled out of you leaving the tip in, snapping his hips inside of you again, “ What’s the number? I seem to forgot already, bellissima. Help me remember.” You hated how he teased you as he rolled his hips around, mixing your juices inside of your pussy in the process. His piercings was a foreign feeling inside of you, no matter how many times you two fucked or made love, the metals felt so good inside of your pussy and you will always tell him that whenever you want sex or just wanted to compliment him to catch him off guard.

Risotto repeated this technique for two times in a row with the count of ten each time so it was twenty in total. He made you squirt on the first round at the number 5. He did nothing but chuckle at your pathetic display of shaking, “ So pathetic, can’t take this but was surely running your mouth the other day about how you can take me. You know what you are right now.”

He grabbed you up by your hair— your sweaty back was to his sweaty abs as his arms were now wrapped around your tummy. He whispered in your ear as his team looked on from a distance inside of the mirror at your pathetic attempt of holding on, “ A rookie. You know how much fun I like to poke at rookies.” He threw his head back at the feeling of your pussy and you wished you could see his facial expressions, “ Brace yourself.”

Risotto gripped your body like a mad man and fucked you like a caveman. Pussy was squirting non stop as he slammed into you over and over until he came inside of you with a loud groan.

“ Aughhh, good fucking girl. So good. Shit!l have to get you pregnant. Have our children run around our new house I buy for us, away on the, hahh!, countryside, away from everyone. Just you and me.” , He moaned as he snapped his hips inside of you three more times. His warm cum fills you up so gloriously. You couldn’t do anything but lay limp in his arms— still standing up with him. Your body did shake in his arms so I guess that was doing something. Risotto smirked and turned himself back to his visible self, kissing your head prior to looking at his teammates with his famous death glare. Basically telling them to fuck off and leave him and his lady alone. They obeyed his silent order all due to Prosciutto understanding what Risotto is saying.

“ Grazii assai mia bellissima, bambola”, Risotto whispers to your passed out figure in his arms. His dick always made you pass out from the length, piercings, and girth. He massaged your stomach as he walked to you to bed, carefully laying you down and going to get a towel to clean you off, can’t have you sticking in stickiness and wetness, otherwise he’ll fuck you in your sleep. You already granted him permission to perform somnophilia a few days ago too. Maybe he’ll try it out later.

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[mannequinreligi0n]

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.”

#devil may cry #devil may cry smut #vergil sparda #dante sparda #nero sparda #dmc nero #dmc dante #dmc vergil #vergil x reader #vergil sparda x reader #dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #nero x reader #nero sparda x reader #dmc smut #fanfic #dmc #oneshot #smut #writing

[saotoru]

dom, switch, or sub

dante, vergil, nero, v x fem reader

minors + ageless dni

vergil- dom

what gets vergil off is knowing he has complete control of you, both mind and body. he likes to keep you in that syrupy state of fucked-out pleasure, when the only thing you can remember is his name, because that’s when you’re most honest. it’s those little reactions—the way you gasp when he sinks his fingers inside you, your back arching against his chest—that drive him crazy. he grips your jaw, lips brushing your ear as he growls, “you’re mine.”

your pussy responds for him, clenching tightly around his fingers and that’s all vergil needs to know that he owns you. he’s satisfied with how you gasp and grind onto his hand, driven by the raw instinct to feel good. and he lets you, slowly pumping his long fingers inside the plush heat of your cunt, reveling in the way you fall apart for him. you turn your face towards his, lips brushing against his cheek as you look at him with glassy, half-lidded eyes.

“vergil.” you grip his wrist tightly. “please.”

“greedy,” he teases. but his fingers move faster all the same, pussy squelching loudly as he fucks you hard, leaning down to pressing his mouth against yours, muffling those pretty sounds that only he can pull from you.

dante- switch

you want nothing more than to reach to his cock where it’s leaking all over his abdomen, so flushed and pretty and twitching with every flick of his tongue, but dante won’t let you. his arms lock around your thighs, forcing you to sit still on his face and just watch his cock beg for attention.

“dante…” you whine. between your plush thighs around his head and his loud slurping, he can’t hear your pleas, too absorbed in licking all over your pussy to notice you’re trying to take care of what he ignores- his own needs. you want to feel him in your hand so badly, hear his groan when you rub the sensitive head the way he likes and fuck, taste his salty precum. but all dante feels is you trying to squirm away from his mouth and he doesn’t understand why, furrowing his brows in concentration. “god, baby, stay fuckin’ still, taste so fuckin good and you’re just moving-“

a groan cuts him off feeling your fingers brush his cock and wrap around him, pumping. the sudden rush of pleasure only has dante lapping at you harder, sloppier, needy to feel you cum on his face for being such a good fucking girl, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. all too soon your hand goes limp around his cock as an orgasm wracks through you and reduces you to nothing more than a spasming, fucked-out mess. dante slows to just languid, broad licks all over your lips, but doesn’t stop completely.

“again, pretty girl. not done with you. not done with this perfect fucking pussy.”

nero- sub

nero loves being dommed. tease him, edge him, or worse, praise him, and he’ll be a mess underneath you. he tries to hide how much he loves being spread out and told to touch himself, furrowing his brow and grumbling about how embarrassing this is, but he obeys all the same, carefully wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping himself slowly. the heaviness of your gaze, the way you tell him “faster”—nero can feel himself going dumb, and he knows you own him completely.

“you’re leaking so much, nero. you’re so pretty, you know that?” god, your voice. you know praise makes him needy, makes him fuck up into his fist even faster. he can’t even form a response, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, feeling his orgasm building embarrassingly fast from being talked to like this.

he’s close. you can tell from how his thighs tense and he’s starting to squirm, pumping himself so fast that his fist is a blur over his cock. a smile plays at your lips as you watch him become unraveled, so so close to cumming that’s he’s panting your name until-

“stop.”

it takes a few beats for the command to register in his mind, that you don’t want him to cum, and nero nearly doesn’t listen. but he knows better, he’s a good boy, so he lets go of his cock with a pathetic whine, humping at nothing in the air. the the tension in his tummy ebbs away, but he’s still flushed and leaking all over himself because he loves being told what to do.

v- sub-lean switch

v loves soft, tender sex. be gentle with him, kiss his neck while you stroke him softly and v will be in heaven, wondering what he ever did to deserve you. a shudder goes through him feeling your tongue trace the tattoos on his chest. “a-angel… you’re so perfect, feels so good…” he breathes.

if v does dom, he’ll be a service dom, solely focused on your comfort and pleasure alone. he cups your pussy, softly stroking up and down your labia. “is this okay, sweetheart?” he asks. you let out a whimper, but his hand doesn’t budge—he needs to hear an explicit answer, fingers barely grazing over your aching clit. “tell me.”

“y-yes, v, please…"

you don't have to finish your sentence for v to give you what you want, a finger parting your folds to spread your slick around that sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbing slow circles that have you keening into him. this time, words aren’t enough for v, he wants to feel how much he loves you.

#dante x reader #vergil x reader #v x reader #nero x reader #dmc smut #here’s an old draft while i try to get back into writing im rusty !!! it’s been 2 weeks

[bxd-decisions]

! RISOTTO NERO NSFW HEADCANONS

SYNOPSIS︙Just some self indulgent NSFW headcanons of Risotto Nero!

PAIRING︙Risotto Nero x AFAB!reader

GENRE︙headcanons, smut

WARNINGS︙smut, Dom!risotto, sub!reader, fem! bodied reader, oral sex (both recieving), BDSM, bondage, flogging, rough sex, unprotected sex, jealousy, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, fingering, size kink, degration, soft Dom!risotto

AUTHORS NOTE︙this was very self indulgent bye💀

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK APPRECIATED

Risotto is a large man. That being said, he is a monster in bed. He knows how to turn you into a babbling and weak mess under him.

Foreplay with him consists of mainly fingering and teasing. While he knows how to eat you out, he is way to impatient to do so.

Risotto will often drag you to a secluded spot in the hideout after a job and blow off steam by pinning you to a wall and fucking you senseless. He knows you'd never say no anyways.

In terms of giving oral sex, as said before, he is very impatient, but he has his sweet moments where he wants to go down on you. It's usually on your bad days when you're feeling bad.

His tongue game is fantastic to say the least. He knows your sensitive spots and he knows just where to lick and suck to turn you into a mess.

Risotto had a big dick. And it's a gorgeous sight to say the least. He's thick and heavy and long too, about 21cm. It takes lots of preparation for you to be able to take him and each time he give you good, almost painful stretch.

He loves to see you in lingerie, something about it just gets him going and he can't help but to rip apart the undergarments each time. Everytime he'll need to buy a new set because they're completely destroyed.

He is also heavily into BDSM. He loves to be the one to take control, and he loves to see you tied up and to his mercy. He thinks you look adorable under him when he rams his cock inside of you.

You can bet that he will have a flogger, since he is into BDSM he is definitely into flogging. But he will never ever purposefully hurt you with them. He just likes to tease you and rile you up with them.

Risotto doesn't have a favorite body part on you, he thinks every inch of your skin is impeccable and he loves to kiss single part of your body. He will never miss a spot.

As said, he has his times where he can be sweet, where he will show you how much he loves you through being intimate with you. He will hold you close and always whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly and sensually ruts himself into you.

Risotto HATES to use condoms. It's a huge turn off for him. It's just not the same as when you take him raw. He loves to feel how wet you are and how you feel.

He will never ever let you be the one in charge. He likes to know he's in charge because he knows what to do and how to make you feel good. It's not that he doesn't think the same for you, the thought is just off putting for him.

He is also very jealous. He is very good at putting up a poker face and hiding that fact when he is around others, but in the moment when he is fucking you? He will degrade you and call you vile names all while telling you how you only belong to him, and him alone.

He once saw you getting a bit too close to Melone, hence the jealousy.

He lovessss to receive head. Especially when he is doing some work, he likes the thrill of you being under the table and sucking him off while he is busy with paper work.

Risotto is not very vocal, maybe he will let out very soft grunts when he close to his high, but other than that, he will be panting softly, or not make noise at all. He also loves to talk the most nastiest things while he is going on rough you, he loves the way you whimper and beg, he loves how pathetic you can be for him.

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#nora's writing #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #golden wind #jojo's bizzare adventure x reader #jjba x reader #golden wind x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure smut #jjba smut #golden wind smut #risotto nero #risotto #risotto nero x reader #risotto x reader #risotto nero smut #risotto smut #risotto nero headcanons #risotto headcanons #tokyometronetwork

[d10nyx]

MAMA'S BOY - NERO

ft. nero x fem!reader

a/n: if nero does not stop looksmaxxing omfg why is it so hard to find a pic where he isn't mewing? this is admittedly so super self-indulgent and idek what the dmc fandom on tumblr is saying so... if this gets four notes i'll still die happy. feedback and reblogs appreciated :3 ty to @thevirgincherry for beta reading !! ilysm MWAH

cw: 18+ content, mdlb, nipple play, tit play(?) in general, use of mama, handjob, cum eating, super sappy smut basically

word count: 1.8k words

“You've gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” Is the first thing that spills past Nero's lips when you mention shifting the dynamics a little bit in your relationship. He's giving you an incredulous look, one of his brows arching towards his hairline.

“I'm really not. You're so irritable all the time. You need to let yourself relax. All that cynicism is getting to your head.” You say with a frown, your brows furrowing as you look at your boyfriend. He's giving you that look again - the one that says he's about three seconds away from saying something downright horrific, but he's choosing not to - to spare your feelings, of course.

“Right. And so, what… you coddling me like a kid's meant to… miraculously make me a ray of sunshine?” He scoffs, his own brows pinching together in frustration as he runs his hand through his hair. The cybernetic one, ‘cause his human hand is currently twitching at his side. “Baby, I love you, but seriously. I've been handling myself for a long while. I don't need you to do it.”

You know it's not that - you know Nero well enough to recognise the uncomfortable shift of his feet and the way the tips of his ears turn a slight pink. He's embarrassed, even if he's trying to hide it. A sense of unease always comes over him when he thinks about being taken care of. It's a luxury he's never had - one he thinks he doesn't deserve.

You give him that look that he really, really hates. ‘Cause you really are the only person that's always looked out for him, so seeing the way your eyes narrow in frustration is enough to have him wanting to kneel at your feet with his tail between his legs, rubbing himself against your thighs and pleading until you forgive him.

Shit. Maybe he's more cut out for this whole ‘mama’ shit than he thought.

His resolve wavers, his hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck before he lets out a soft sigh and nods. “Alright, alright. I’ll try it out, but I ain't promisin’ shit.”

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Turns out all Nero needs is a few stern words and gentle touches and he's rolling over like a good boy, exposing the soft underbelly he tends to try and keep hidden. When he comes home drained and you're quick to guide him to a bath, it's hard for him not to completely melt under your attention.

Scratch his scalp when you're washing his hair, and he's fully ready to go all ‘yes, mama’ to whatever you want. He's happy to bare himself for you. You want him bent over the back of the couch? On all fours? He'll stick his tongue out and beg for it like a good boy if it meant you'd give him that proud expression that makes his heart feel like it's beating again. Mama gets what mama wants, and that's an irrefutable fact.

“C'mere, baby.” You coo after he makes his way into the apartment after a long day of ‘work’. Blood splatters his feet dragging against the floor. His movements are exhausted - slow and rugged. You can see that glazed over look making itself present in his eyes, his gaze somewhere off in the distance.

His body is working on autopilot as he makes his way to the sofa you're sitting on. He flops down next to you, and the change in him is immediate. The tension melts from him as he buries his face into your chest, nuzzling his way between your breasts as his hands clutch your waist tight enough that it's almost painful.

“Mama…” He croaks out, pressing himself right up against you, trying to wriggle his way on your lap without ever having to disconnect any part of himself from your warmth. You cradle him as best you can - it's not necessarily the easiest thing to have a 6’2 demon hybrid trying to curl up on your lap like a kitten, but he always manages to find a way to worm himself into your arms, clinging to you like he's scared you're gonna vanish as soon as he closes his eyes.

He's never found it so easy to be loved by someone. You gave him that unconditional, no strings attached love. You loved him just ‘cause he was worth loving in your eyes. Not because you needed him for something, or because you had some sense of pity for his situation.

You were easy to love, and his love for you was unwavering and all consuming. It was far too easy to fall into you with your kind eyes and gentle touch. He didn't have to deal with the shit of his life when he was with you. He could finally relax. He was safe.

“Missed you.” He breathes out against the skin peeking out from the low collar of your shirt, his blue eyes flicking up to gaze at your face. His nose brushes your skin, his hands pawing at your shirt as if he's trying to entice you to take it off. “Mama… please.”

“You gotta ask properly, baby. Use your big boy words, c'mon. What do you want from mama?” You coo, running a hand through his white hair. You let your nails rake over his scalp lightly, enjoying the way he shivers at the touch.

His hands slide under the fabric of your shirt, trying to tug it off anyway. He's never been good at this part - getting the words out. His cheeks grow all pink and he gets quiet, just whining until you let him pull the shirt off of your body. As soon as your tits are in view, he's licking, biting and sucking at every inch of skin he can get his mouth on.

“So impatient, baby.” You scold lightly, helping him adjust slightly so you can slip down his trousers, freeing his cock. It's already rock hard and leaky, the tip flushed red as it oozes precum down his length. “S'okay though. It's not your fault. Mama knows you can't think straight without her help.”

You give his dick a squeeze, his face scrunching up so prettily as he bucks his hips into your tight grip, his cock pulsing in your hand. “Mama… Mama, please. I'll be good, c'mon. Been good, just tou-”

His words are cut off with a groan as you finally start pumping his length in your hand, circling your wrist and running your thumb along his slit everytime you fist the head of his cock. You let go to spit into your palm before stroking him again, leaving him panting into your breasts.

His lips latch onto one of your nipples as you continue touching him, slick sounds filling the room. He suckles greedily, his eyes becoming heavy-lidded as he looks up at you, his tongue flicking eagerly against your nipple.

Your free hand cups his head, holding him against your tit as you let him fuck your fist. Your thumb brushes back and forth on his scalp as he pulls away from your nipple, biting and sucking marks into the flesh of your tits instead as his thumb plays with one of your nipples, stroking and pinching the bud.

“You're making such a mess, baby. Leaking all over mama's hand.” You tease, digging your nail lightly into his slit as he bucks his hips, a low whine spilling from his lips. “You sound so pretty, though. Lucky I'm so good to you, huh, pretty boy?”

You can see the conflict on his face at that nickname, the twitch of his brows and the way his face heats up, his teeth biting down just a little harsher as if he's trying to protest the choice. He can act all he wants, but his dick doesn't lie - and it always kicks when you call him that.

“Mama… gonna cum, mama, please…” He grits out, fucking your fist with more urgency. He pulls his face away from your tits just so he can shift his body to gain better control of his hips, rutting into your hand desperately as he chases his release. “Tits, mama. Lemme… lemme cum on you, please. I'll clean it up, promise. Please.”

You pause to think about it for a moment, watching him writhe as he struggles not to cum, his eyes tearing up and his face all flushed as he continues to jerk his hips, unable to stop chasing the pleasure you're giving him.

“Alright, baby. C’mere then.” You murmur, shifting to lie on your back. As soon as your grip on him loosens, he's quick to straddle your waist, kneeling over your body as he hungrily fists his cock, aiming it down towards your breasts.

“Fuck, mama. Gonna… gonna cum.” He grits, his hand quickly coming down next to your head to support his weight as he slumps forward, ribbons of white coating your chest. His lips part in a silent moan, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

He takes a couple of seconds before he leans down, his tongue sliding along your soiled skin. He laps up every drop of his release happily, his eyes practically shimmering with satisfaction.

“There we go. Such a good boy, cleaning up your mess.” You say softly, your hand finding his hair once more, scratching behind his ear in a way that never fails to have him melting in your grasp. He rests his head on your stomach when he's cleaned you up fully, his hand reaching out for yours. He yawns a little, letting himself lie across the couch while using you as his personal pillow.

“You sleepy?” You ask softly, gazing down at his hooded eyes. Nero nods softly, blinking slowly a few times. You smile at him, still stroking his hair with one hand as your free hand comes down to rest on his back, your thumb rubbing small circles there. “Take a nap, baby. Mama will be here when you wake up.”

He gives you another one of his looks - the one halfway between pure adoration and complete confusion. He knows you're someone that sees him. That sees Nero behind the front he puts up. Somehow, you're aware of how fucked up he is, and you're still willing to stay. He doesn't know how to take it, he can feel himself getting choked up as he meets your eyes. And he can't cry, not in front of you. So he nods again, closing his eyes to keep in the unshed tears, wrapping you up tightly in his free arm while his hand squeezes yours as hard as he can without hurting you.

“Alright, mama. Night.” He croaks out, the words he wants to say dying on his tongue. But when you rub your thumb over the nape of his neck and squeeze his hand back, he knows you felt it. He knows you love him, too. He knows that despite everything, it's enough for you. 

He's enough for you.

#nero x reader #nero x you #dmc5 smut #dmc smut #dmc x reader #dmc x you #nero smut #still in my nero era

[thisreadswhatever]

Anything For The Club: Part Six

Will you betray Jax to protect The Club?

series masterlist

[description]: jax teller x female reader, reader x oc characters

[wordcount]: 3.2k+

[series cw]: 18+, female reader, swearing, sexual harassment/assault (non-canon characters), alcohol use, mix of fluff, smut and angst throughout, p in v sex, teasing, violence, gun use, mentions of blood, murder, blackmail

[authors note]: and that’s the end! hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it :)

“Assume you’re used to riding shotgun”, The President asked as he handed you a black helmet. 

You put it on and straddled yourself along the back of his bike. “Not usually in heels.” 

Realisation of the betrayal you were committing was crushing you. Here you were, sat on another man’s bike, about to ride off into nowhere so he could do god knows what to you. The guilt weighed on your chest as you gripped The President's waist from behind. You reminded yourself the reason you were doing this, Protect The Club. Protect Jax. 

“First time for everything, sweetheart.”

He kicked the bike alive, it roaring fiercely as he rode out of the parking lot. 

The journey was short. He pulled into a motel lot two blocks up the road. It was a quiet and dingy motel, known for its drug hookups and escorts. The exact kind of place you used to work before you had agreed with Jax to run Diosa. Jax didn’t like sharing, you were his and that was vital to him. You’d agreed that you’d both be entirely faithful to one another there on out, and you knew after this, he’d never forgive you. 

“Classy.” You muttered as you pulled the helmet off your head. 

“Ain’t gonna matter where you are once I’m inside you, sweetheart.” 

“Yeah, sure.” 

He placed the bike on its kickstand, and you followed as he made his way across the car park, up a flight of stairs and to room numbered 208. The curtains were already closed on the outside. He grabbed a yellow key card out from his back pocket, unlocking the door. 

You stalked your way inside the room, hearing the bolt echo behind you as he secured the latch on the door. 

The room was a simple, one large crimson bed centered between wooden side tables, home to two outdated lamps and a dusty bible. The President wandered straight to the mattress, sitting along the edge. He placed the manilla envelope on the side table closest to him before he pulled his cutte off. He slapped the mattress, coaxing you to sit beside him. Across from the front door was a bathroom that you immediately streamlined for. “I’m just gonna freshen up.” 

He laid back falling flat across the bed, “don’t leave me waitin’.” 

You closed the door behind you, sighing of relief for the brief moment alone. You looked at yourself in the mirror above the sink. It was cracked slightly along the edge, distorting the image in front of you. You turned the tap, letting the water run. The sound of the streaming fossett was soothing, and you closed your eyes with your hands clutching the sink, trying to overcome the sickness you felt burning through your stomach. You wanted to vomit. You took your jacket off, thrusting it to the floor, trying to breathe as you struggled for air. You’d never had a panic attack before but you imagined this is what it felt like. 

He’s got you right where he wanted, you told yourself. Alone in a motel and not a soul knows you’re here. You searched your jacket for your phone, before remembering you left it in the car at the diner. Calling for help was out of the equation. Your chest was tight, the sound of your heart thudding engulfing your ears as you tried to gasp for air. 

You didn’t have a phone, but you did have the gun. You could go out there and shoot him, take the envelope and run for the hills. And potentially start a gang war by killing The President of another crew, one that’s associated with the Mexican cartels. Dumb idea. 

Your last option, just give him what he wants, get the photos, and be done. You’d already made it this far. The guy was hardly the worst looking man on the planet. He was monstrous and crass but it would be a sacrifice of a moment compared to the loss of everything Jax knew. 

You let the water run through your fingers before you turned it off. You pulled your hair to the side of your neck, the cold water on your hands dripping down your skin. You can do this, you tried to convince yourself. Protect The Club. Protect Jax. You were going to have to break his heart, to save his club.

You heard a knock on the door at the same time it abruptly opened, not giving you any chance to respond. 

“I said don’t keep me waitin’, little lady.” 

“Just had to pull myself together.”

He crept towards you, and you instinctively turned into him, your back pressing into the sink behind you. 

“I can help you out.” 

His hands found your hair, clutching at the root as he pulled your head back. Your hands were grasping the edges of the porcelain, as he brought himself against your body, pressing his lower half into you. You were unable to move. He held you there, watching your face, taking in the sight of you completely at his disposal. 

Tears welled in your eyes, unable to be forced back this time, and they began to stream from your face. You realised at this moment that you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t force yourself to want this man. He placed a hand on your cheek, wiping away the drops with his thumb. 

“You look so pretty when you cry.” 

He pressed his face into yours, kissing you viciously. His tongue tangled against your lips as it searched for entry, but failed as you kept your mouth forced shut. He pulled your head back again by your hair, staring into your eyes. His eyebrows raised as he watched you sobbing, furious from your apprehension.

“I’m not gonna fuck a corpse. You better give me something back.” 

His hand released from your hair as he brought them down to your waist, pulling you from the sink. You stumbled against him, trying to find your balance. You wanted more time, a chance to think or just pause this from happening, to try and find a way out. 

You forced yourself to find his lips, kissing him back. You entwined your fingers through his hair, hoping you could sell the facade that you wanted him too. A smile formed at the corner of his mouth while yours did all the work. 

He seemed to relax before you pulled away, “should we go to the bed?” 

“Fuck the bed. I want you here.” 

He dragged the hem of your dress to expose your underwear, pulling you tight to his body by your ass. You squirmed at the feel of his hands on you this way, but tried to play calm to control the situation. 

Your heel tangled into your jacket beneath you, and you could feel your gun was right under your feet. You kissed him again while he palmed at your backside, dragging his fingers under the fabric of your panties. You lowered your hands down his frame, leading them to his jeans, rubbing against his erection. You crouched down to your knees, your eyes never leaving his. 

He groaned aloud as he watched you undo his belt buckle, your face parallel with his dick. “I knew you wanted this, little slut.” 

You ignored his degradation, and carried on feeling him with your hands. His head fell backwards, and just as his eyes left yours, you began to press your mouth against his cock, gnawing at the hard membrane covered in denim. Your mouth continued to distract him, as you searched the floor with your free hand, desperate to find the gun in your jacket pocket. 

Just as your hand reached the metal piece, your fingers twisting along the handle, The President looked down at you. 

“The fuck you think you’re doing?” 

You pulled the piece from the jacket, aiming it up at his chest. “Back the fuck up. Now.”

He chuckled at your advance, looking at the gun point towards him as he slowly stepped backwards. 

“Maybe you ain’t so smart.”

He backed through the doorway as you stood, continuing to aim the gun. He reached the bed, sitting upright on the edge, his jeans draped around his thighs. He smirked at you, looking directly down the barrel. “We had a deal, little lady.” 

You gripped the gun tighter, “I’m not your fucking lady.” 

A chuckle escaped his teeth, “You really do need my dick in that dirty mouth of yours.” You paced towards the side table, holding your aim on him as you walked. You kept your focus on his face as you reached for the envelope. “You got any idea what you're starting?” 

You placed the envelope under your arm, grasping the gun with both hands again, edging yourself further from the bed, until you were backed against the far wall of the room. 

“Nothing I’m not prepared to finish.” 

He held his arms out wide, taunting you. “I got a long list of enemies who would do anything for the shot you got right now.”

“I don’t want to kill you, asshole.

I want to leave this room, and pretend I never met you. I want you to leave my Club the fuck alone. I want to go back to my life before you existed.”

He closed his arms, and stood up slowly, pulling up his jeans and clasping his belt buckle back together. “Then I guess you better kill me.”

You readjusted the gun in front of you, “sit back down!” 

He ignored you, continuing to pace forward, step by step. “I can see why he picked you as his old lady. Got looks and balls.” 

“I said I don’t want to kill you, asshole. Not that I won’t.” 

He grinned, reaching for you, extending his arms out. “Don’t be like that, baby.” 

He was inches from you again, his chest now pressed against the barrel. You pushed it into him further, “I fucking mean it. Back the fuck up!” 

He didn’t waiver. “Drop the gun, sweetheart.” 

You pulled the trigger. 

The sound of the gun jamming rang through your ears, and you stared at him wide eyed. He slammed the gun from your hand, the metal flinging across the room. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the wall behind you, the envelope under your arms falling to the ground, images of The Club spreading across the carpet beneath your feet. He pushed you with force against the wall, crushing your wrists in his grasp. 

He spoke low into your ear, “No more choices.”

You tried to retreat, but the weight from his body engulfed you, making it impossible for you to move. The stubble of his beard scraped against your skin as his mouth moved against your neck. You screamed for him to stop, but the pleas fell on deaf ears, seeming to entice him further. His body was entrapping you against the wall so harshly that his hands could move freely, creeping their way under your dress as he tore at the seams, ripping it open. You recalled how it felt to be trapped by this man that first night you met at Diosa, and you knew now that had the eyes of the entire lobby not been present, this would’ve been your fate then. You closed your eyes, giving up the fight. 

Suddenly he stopped, interrupted by a repeated banging on the door.

“Y/n?” 

“Jax! Jax! I’m in-”, his hand slapped against your mouth. You bit the skin as hard as you could, but he didn’t release. Instead he plowed your body into the ground, laying over you as you crumbled to the floor, crushing you into the gap between the wall and bed.

He stared into your eyes as he held your mouth shut, whispering to you through his clenched teeth.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you with my bare hands.” 

Tears streamed as your muffled screams paused. You clutched his hand against your mouth, trying to pry it from your face. You could only listen as Jax repeatedly thrust his entire weight against the wood of the door, the metal latch bulking under the pressure. The bolt gave in, and the door flew open. 

“Jesus-” Jax was armed and reeling as he looked around the room. Your jacket, the gun and the images strung out across the motel room. 

Your mouth was released from his grip as he pulled you by your hair. You winced at the pain, trying to find your footing as you stood up. He held you there like a prize, showing off your exposed and broken frame, tears pouring down your face. Jax’s core was stiff, glaring at The President with a look you hadn’t ever seen from him before. 

His jaw flexed as he put his gun back into his cutte, speaking slowly through his gritted teeth. 

“Get your hands off her.”

Your blackmailer smiled, his hands twisting further into your hair. “We were only just getting started.” His hands never left you, taunting Jax further. He looked at you up and down, licking his lips before turning back to Jax. “You got a good one here, Pres.”

“You got one more chance. Then I’m done talking.”

He pulled your hair back further, and you swayed as your balance was rocked.

“Oh, relax. Only wanted to try out the slut for myself.” 

That was it, Jax lunged for him. Any restriction of his fury was completely unleashed, as he stormed across the room, grabbing The President by the head, slamming it against the wall. You were finally released from his grasp, and threw yourself across the bed, rolling onto the other side of the room. 

You watched as they fought against the motel floor, Jax on top of him, repeatedly smashing his head into the carpet with all his strength. The bangs against the upstairs floor rocked the supports beneath it, thudding as Jax gasped from the repeated exertion. The President heaved his elbow into Jax’s stomach, and he fell backwards sitting upright, his back slamming against the side table. The table lamp crashed to the floor as Jax launched himself back into the President, crumbling him again. Jax was on top of the President, pounding his fists into his face repeatedly. He smiled at Jax, showing his bloody teeth as he took the beating. 

But he didn’t let up, he continued to crush into him, his elbow dropping against his flesh, further forcing his face further into the carpet. Jax’s fists rammed into his face, for what felt like eternity, as blood poured from The President’s nose and mouth. 

The President reached beneath him, grabbing a knife from the sheath that hung from his jeans. He sliced into Jax’s leg, and he screamed out in agony, making you flinch. Jax dropped his knee onto The President’s hand, crushing the knife out of his grasp. 

His leg was bleeding through his jeans, but he didn’t stop. You watched as he endlessly beat the President into nothing, pure rage fueling his hands forward. Blood sprayed from the open wounds of his face onto the wall beside the bed frame, covering the floor and Jax too. Only once The President stopped moving, the groans from his mouth silencing, did Jax stop. 

He was on top of him when he glanced at you, hiding in the corner of the room, your dress tore to shreds and tears streaming down your face. 

He crawled off of The President’s lifeless body, crouching towards you. He wrapped you in his arms, and the relief of feeling Jax holding you again turned your tears into sobs. 

“You okay?”

“I’m so- sorry-”

“Shhh. Darlin’ you got nothing to be sorry for.”

He cupped your face in his bloody hands, his rings glistening red from the liquid. His eyes matched yours, water pooling at the lids. 

“Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head. “A few minutes later and he-”, you couldn’t continue as the sobs poured from your chest. He didn’t need you to say anymore. He hugged you tight against him as he stroked your hair, soothing your wimpers into submission. You looked up at him as he wiped the tears from your face.

“I had no choice- he was going to rat- he had proof-”

“I know, darlin’. Nero told me everything.”

“He did? But how did you find me?”

“Your car was still at the diner but you weren’t there. I didn’t know what to think-” he flinched at the memory. “I just kept riding, then I saw the bike parked outside the motel. I was checking rooms and then I heard you scream-” You kissed him before he could continue. His hands stroked the back of your head, “I’m here now, darlin. It’s okay.” 

“He’s the President of another club.” You wanted to look at the carnage but you couldn’t bring yourself away from Jax’s face. 

He took a deep breath, looking up from you to the body laying in a pool of blood across the motel floor. His body tensed as anger filled him again, his tongue pressing against the bottom of his mouth as it straightened into a hard line. “He’s nothing now.” 

You sat up from Jax’s arms, watching him as he stared at The President, his eyes shifting from care and sorrow and  morphing into pure rage once again. “They’re all done. Nobody is ever gonna hurt you again. You’re mine and anyone who touches you- they’re as dead as that guy and everyone that’s ever associated with him.” 

He shifted onto his knee as he stood up, taking off his cutte. He removed the black SAMCRO t-shirt he had on and handed it to you, before putting his hoodie and cutte back on himself again. You placed the t-shirt over your ripped dress, and stood up alongside him. Jax walked over towards The President’s body, collecting the printed photographs that surrounded him on the floor. He flicked through the pictures, scoffing at the evidence.

“This prick’s been trailing us for weeks. These are from a run two months ago.” He carried the stack into the bathroom as he examined the images, before igniting the corners with his lighter, leaving them to burn in the sink. He watched as the flames turned the paper into ash. “Are there more of these?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, “he said this was all he had.” 

Jax picked your jacket off the bathroom floor. He walked back to you, draping it over your shoulders. “Doesn’t even matter. His crew is good as dust.” 

You kneeled to the ground, reaching under the bed for the jammed gun. Jax looked at the weapon in your hands, “Did you try to use it?” 

You handed the metal piece to him, “piece of shit jammed.” 

He hugged you again, wrapping his arms around you. “That’s my girl. Least I got to pummel the cunt to death myself.” He placed the gun into his holder. “Let’s get you home.” Jax held your waist as you both headed for the door. 

“Jax?” 

He looked down at you, “you okay darlin’?” 

Your eyes peered back at the bloodied mess that had unfolded on the motel room floor.

“Maybe we should call that cleanup guy you know.” 

Jax smiled, kissing you reassuringly on the side of your head as you walked together. “I’m on it.”  

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[jotaroswh0re]

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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[midnight-eras]

Nsfw headcanons -> Risotto Nero

Risotto Nero x afab!reader

Just some general nsfw headcanons.

Reposting this from my old blog.

Warnings — oral sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, degration, BDSM, Dom!risotto, sub!reader, jealousy, flogging, female reader

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated

Risotto is a large man. That being said, he is a monster in bed. He knows how to turn you into a babbling and weak mess under him.

Foreplay with him consists of mainly fingering and teasing. While he knows how to eat you out, he is way to impatient to do so.

Risotto will often drag you to a secluded spot in the hideout after a job and blow off steam by pinning you to a wall and fucking you senseless. He knows you'd never say no anyways.

In terms of giving oral sex, as said before, he is very impatient, but he has his sweet moments where he wants to go down on you. It's usually on your bad days when you're feeling bad.

His tongue game is fantastic to say the least. He knows your sensitive spots and he knows just where to lick and suck to turn you into a mess.

Risotto has a big dick. And it's a gorgeous sight to say the least. He's thick and heavy and long too, about 21cm. It takes lots of preparation for you to be able to take him and each time he give you good, almost painful stretch.

He loves to see you in lingerie, something about it just gets him going and he can't help but to rip apart the undergarments each time. Everytime he'll need to buy a new set because they're completely destroyed.

He is also heavily into BDSM. He loves to be the one to take control, and he loves to see you tied up and to his mercy. He thinks you look adorable under him when he rams his cock inside of you.

You can bet that he will have a flogger, since he is into BDSM he is definitely into flogging. But he will never ever purposefully hurt you with them. He just likes to tease you and rile you up with them.

Risotto doesn't have a favorite body part on you, he thinks every inch of your skin is impeccable and he loves to kiss single part of your body. He will never miss a spot.

As said, he has his times where he can be sweet, where he will show you how much he loves you through being intimate with you. He will hold you close and always whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly and sensually ruts himself into you.

Risotto HATES to use condoms. It's a huge turn off for him. It's just not the same as when you take him raw. He loves to feel how wet you are and how you feel.

He will never ever let you be the one in charge. He likes to know he's in charge because he knows what to do and how to make you feel good. It's not that he doesn't think the same for you, the thought is just off putting for him.

He is also very jealous. He is very good at putting up a poker face and hiding that fact when he is around others, but in the moment when he is fucking you? He will degrade you and call you vile names all while telling you how you only belong to him, and him alone.

He once saw you getting a bit too close to Melone, hence the jealousy.

He lovessss to receive head. Especially when he is doing some work, he likes the thrill of you being under the table and sucking him off while he is busy with paper work.

Risotto is not very vocal, maybe he will let out very soft grunts when he close to his high, but other than that, he will be panting softly, or not make noise at all. He also loves to talk the most nastiest things while he is going on rough you, he loves the way you whimper and beg, he loves how pathetic you can be for him.

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[professionaldrider]

THIS OUGHT TO HELP YOU SLEEP- RISOTTO NERO X READER (SMUT)

As Y/n lay in her bed she stared at the moon, she hadn't been able to sleep without Risotto in bed with her, so she mindlessly stared at the moon. The moon was beautiful, pure and pristine. The window in Y/n’s room that the moon peeked through was small and beautifully framed by white wooden trim. Thorough the room was dark pitch black in the parts where the light couldn't reach even after stretching as far as it could- The parts where the moonlight licked were challenging to make out since the lighting was as broad as the moon could reach- the focus of lighting was poor, making things difficult to see. Despite knowing so, Y/n did not turn on the lights, or even move out of bed instead, she waited for Risotto. She made no effort to flip a switch or tug a chain, as it slipped her mind as she gazed at the moon, longing for Risotto to get in bed with her. Though as the minutes passed, he never did.

The moon that was once high in the sky, barely visible from where Y/n lay, was now vulnerable to Y/n’s eyes as its body lightens up Y/n’s vision. Y/n, after laying in bed with an empty feeling next to her in place of Risotto for what felt like hours, finally moves her legs to hang over the side of the bed as she places her right arm down to help her sit up. Y/n then touches the cold wood floor with her toes, gently placing her foot down, the floor creaking slightly under her weight as she places her other foot to finally get off the bed.

Y/n shivers as soon as she gets off the bed as the warm comforter no longer protected her from the cold breath of the house. Her thin sleepwear provided no warmth as Y/n’s nipples got hard. Y/n continued to step to the bedroom door, one foot after another, her shaking hands grabbing the cold metal doorknob and turning it to the right before opening it, and walking through it.

As soon as Y/n entered the hallway, she could see a warm, dim orange light flooding the hall from the crack of Risotto’s study. She followed the light slowly, her left hand trailing against the wall as she moved closer and closer to his study- until Y/n’s hand fell to the door to his study and Y/n moved her right hand to open it.

—Second Person—

Risotto looked to the door, and got up, “Y/n, I thought you were in bed.” Risotto states, looking at you blankly. You look at him, your eye bags were dark, and it looked like you hadn't slept in days, “I couldn't sleep.” you reply, your voice tired with a hint of sadness. Risotto looks at you and sighs, his left hand massaging his temples as he closed the door, reaching his arm behind you a clicking sound was made before he moved his arm from the door and to his side.

“...”

Risotto stayed silent as he stared at you and he sighed again, “Y/n...” Risotto whispered, cupping your cheek with his right hand, his lips twitching into a slight smirk as his cheeks went slightly pink. You look up at him, then your eyes trail down to his crotch, his boner pressing up against his pants as Risotto speaks up, sending goosebumps down your spine, “What do you want..?” Risotto grunts, massaging your cheek as it gets redder.

“What can I do?” Risotto asks before speaking again, “I've been caught up in work, I haven't focused on you…well? I'm here now, and I want you, but there’s only so much I can do..” Risotto trails off, his speech getting slower as he huffs between almost every other word. You blush at his words, hesitant to speak, to ask for what you want, it seems embarrassing to ask outright, “Well?” Risotto asks, lifting your face up, “What do you want?” He asks, and you look him in his eyes, “Can you…eat me out..?” you ask, causing to Risotto let go of your cheek and step back with a blank face with his boner stiff in his pants.

Risotto blushes deeply, covering his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his blush, "didn't expect someone like you to talk like that…" Risotto says with a smirk, moving his hand from his face

Risotto takes a step to you, "Then I'll gladly oblige." Risotto

grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him, his face inches away from yours, kissing your lips hungrily. You moan softly, spreading your legs open as soon as Risotto pushes you down onto his chair, as he begins to start kissing your neck softly, moving his way down to your chest, unbuttoning your top skin he could start licking around your nipple before sucking on it gently he pulls back, a slight smirk on his face as he takes of your pants and panties, sliding them down your legs.

Risotto kisses along your inner thigh softly, continuing up towards your crotch. Risotto leans forward, placing his lips against your crotch, using his fingers to spread your thighs apart, revealing your inner pink folds, causing you to moan in response as Risotto's warm breath hits your folds. After about 5 seconds he finally licks his tongue against your clit, causing you to shudder, "ha..~" you breathe, moaning and shuddering

Risotto looks up at you, smirking, slowly sliding two fingers inside you, wiggling them in an effort to get more lubrication while he sucks your clit gently stroking your walls with his tongue, “So soft…” Risotto moans as he starts eating you out slowly, licking every inch of your slit, occasionally flicking your clit with his tongue. You moan and squirm at his tongue, bucking your legs onto Risotto’s head. “Fuck..” You moan, covering your mouth to quiet the noises coming from it.

Risotto keeps going, not breaking eye contact, starting to finger fuck you harder as he speaks, “Do you want me to go deeper? Or should I keep it the way im going?” you nod, “Yes, go deeper…please” You beg. Risotto does as he's told, pushing a third finger inside you, curving them upwards, “You feel great” he moans, sliding a third finger inside you, curving them upwards, rubbing the roof of your vagina “You like this?” Risotto asks mockingly, stretching you further, working his fingers furiously, “Ohh...so tight…” he groans as he licks your clit fast, increasing the pressure as your legs twitch, risotto continues fingering you for another minute or so, until he feels your body start shaking uncontrollably, “That's right...just relax and enjoy yourself.” Risotto says before going back to continue to lick your walls, stopping at your G-spot as you cum all over his tongue, your cum was like the webs of a spider as it connected your clit to his tongue.

Maybe tonight Risotto will sleep with you.

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[ollieolliewrld]

DMC Men on Valentine's Day (SFW/NSFW)

Gender-neutral reader! NSFW is marked before it begins for each <3

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Dante 

☆Dante had never taken Valentine's Day seriously

☆Before he met you there was no real love in his life so the day meant nothing to him

☆With you in his life though, he is determined to make Valentine’s Day the best day of the year

☆Very stereotypical setup, he got the flowers, the candy, the floor covered in flower petals, and your shared apartment is fully lit up by candles

☆He is pulling out all of the stops by making you your favorite dinner and treating you to a romantic bubble bath

☆He has never done romantic stuff before and he’s actually really into it 

☆Dante finds decorating and setting everything up to be very fun and keeps imagining your reaction when you arrive home and see everything

☆When you do arrive home your reaction is better than he imagined as you wrap your arms around him tightly planting kisses on his lips, nose, and cheeks

☆You were not expecting this and are so grateful for the effort he put in 

☆First, he helps you take off your coat, takes your bags from you, and then leads you to the dining table where the food is set up

☆The meal is delicious and you can taste the love he put into it, he tells you how he had a small mishap while cooking and you both laugh and talk for hours

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆After dessert, Dante leads you into the bathroom where he has a bath ready for the two of you 

☆He stands behind you planting kisses on your neck and down your shoulders slowly taking off your clothes

☆Once you are down to just your underwear you start to undress him starting by taking off his shirt, kissing all over his chest, and running your hands over his abs

☆You drop to your knees as he reaches down to undo his belt, eagerly you pull down his jeans and boxers and are met with his semi-hard length

☆Taking your hand around it you spit onto his tip and spread it over the head of his cock beginning to stroke him

☆“God, I love the way you do that, Baby” Dante groans as he looks down to meet your eyes

☆You lock eyes with him as you take him into your mouth swirling your tongue his tip still using your hand to stroke him

☆Taking his cock further into your mouth prompts Dante to place his hand on the back of your head gently pushing you to take him deeper down your throat, “Just like that, you’re doing so well for me” 

☆You bob your head using your free hand to brace yourself until he stops you brings you up to standing and pulls you into a kiss

☆“You are so good to me, but today is about you,” he says as he takes your hand to lead you into the tub

☆Dante spends the night exploring your body and making sure you are satisfied before finally lying down in your shared bedroom where he has put several dozens of flower bouquets around 

☆He holds you against his chest drawing patterns on your back as he whispers about his love for you until you fall asleep 

Vergil

☆This man loves you more than you will ever know 

☆However, he is clueless when it comes to things like Valentine’s Day

☆This doesn't mean he isn't going to try as he does want to spend this day with you and show you how much you mean to him

☆Valentine’s with Vergil is simple and meaningful 

☆He plans to make dinner with you playing music while you two work together to prepare the meal

☆A song will come on that Vergil specifically made sure was on the playlist 

☆When the first note plays he stops what he’s doing to take your hand and pull you to his chest 

☆One hand goes to your waist and the other takes your hand in his as he leads you in a slow dance 

☆Having you close to him allows him to shower you with compliments and tell you just how much you mean to him

☆He ends the dance with a kiss on your cheek and you two go back to work 

☆You work seamlessly together to set the table and plate the food 

☆The meal is beautiful and the conversation you share is deep and full of love

☆After you are done eating you go to begin cleaning but Vergil stops you and hands you an envelope telling you he wants you to read it while he takes care of the dishes

☆Puzzled you nod and go to the couch to open the letter 

☆Inside is a beautifully written note recounting your relationship from the day he met you until now saying how grateful he is to have you in his life

☆You begin to cry before you can get to the end and by this time he has come to sit beside you wiping away your tears

☆“You are the world to me, the end to my suffering,” he says as he places a kiss on your lips

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆You deepen the kiss running your hand through his hair and gently tugging at his white locks

☆Vergil groans into your mouth pulling you onto his lap not once taking his lips off of yours

☆He places his hands on your ass gently squeezing as he pulls you into him

☆You begin to roll your hips into his starting to feel him harden underneath you

☆Breaking the kiss he leans his head to look at you fully

☆“Be good for me and get on your hands and knees” he asks guiding you with his hands

☆You happily oblige feeling him take off your pants from behind you 

☆Making quick work of your shirt you turn to see Vergil now undressed behind you slowly stroking his cock

☆He pulls out a bottle of your favorite lube and applies a generous amount to his now swollen member 

☆Placing a hand on your hip he guides the tip of his cock to your entrance

☆“Take it all for me, Baby,” as he slowly slides into you

☆His thrusts are deep starting slowly

☆He wants you to feel him fully each time he enters you

☆Grabbing your hips with both hands he guides you back to fuck yourself on his cock

☆Your moans fuel him as he changes the pace to a faster one 

☆When he’s about to cum he grabs your hair to pull your back against his chest 

☆As he finishes he whispers in your ear, “You are mine and I will never let you go” 

Nero

☆This man has all of the right intentions but cannot plan to save his life

☆He had so many ideas of what to do with you on Valentine’s Day, so excited to show you how much he loves and cares for you 

☆But he did not check his calendar and now here the two of you are on Valentine’s Day driving to kick some demon ass

☆He thought it was weird that Nico wasnt here to drive but he forgot about it as he was too focused on designing a bouquet of flowers for you in his head

☆Nero starts up a conversation as he usually does, you seem off but once again he is so preoccupied with what restaurant to make reservations at he figures that he’ll ask you about it later

☆It was a small job only taking the two of you about an hour and something falls out of your bag as you were packing things up

☆Nero picks it up thinking that he’s helping you but he notices that it’s a cutely wrapped box with his name on it

☆You see what’s in his hand and lock eyes with him unsure of what to say next

☆This is when it clicks, today is Valentine’s Day

☆Immediately he begins to apologize attempting to explain what happened and how he lost track of time and promising to make it up to you

☆You stop him and tell him that you aren’t angry and tell him to open the box

☆He opens it to find a note stating that you were sorry for forgetting what today was

☆You tell him that you also had plans for today but did not look at the calendar until today, only having time for what is currently in his hands

☆He starts laughing and pulls you into a bear hug, you two hold each other as you laugh over what happened realizing that a day didn't matter, the bond you had was unbreakable and the love you share is stronger than anything life throws at you

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆Getting back into the van all of the awkward air is gone and you can now just enjoy each other's company 

☆You look over at him from the passenger seat and start noticing how good Nero looks today

☆While he rambles on about what take-out food to get for tonight you begin to run your hand over his thigh

☆It takes a minute for him to pick up on what you’re up to but once you begin stroking his cock through his pants he shuts up

☆His grip on the wheel tightens trying to keep focus on the road

☆“You keep this up and we might crash, Sweetheart,” He says aware of how hard he is now

☆Taking this as a challenge more than a warning you undo his belt and he lefts his hips to pull his pants down freeing his cock already dripping with precum

☆You undo your seatbelt hoping to take him into your mouth but your plans come to a halt as you feel him abruptly pull over

☆“Get in the back now,” Nero says as he puts the van in park and takes the keys out of the ignition

☆Quickly you get to the back and undress watching as he does the same

☆Nero lays you on your back taking one of your legs in his hand and bringing it up to his shoulder

☆He spits into his hand and spreads it over his cock before he lines up with your entrance

☆Locking eyes with you he says, “I love you and I never want you to forget that,” as he pushes into you fully

☆The gasp that leaves your lips tells him everything he needs to know 

☆Fucking you in the back of a car was not what either of you planned on for Valentine’s Day but you know he will more than makeup for it when you get home

Author's note: This is my first NSFW post! I have more detailed posts that I am working on and will be writing longer and more detailed stories both SFW and NSFW for individual characters soon <3<3

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[mannequinreligi0n]

Hiii!!

I loove your fics and lately I've been begging for some new Nero fics 🫡🫡

Could I request a fic with Nero and fem!reader where they're really good friends and yknow It's really cold outside and they both have to stay in an inn. Maybe one of the two offers their bed? And they both finally give in after a long while of hidding their feelings.

I really really crave some cute fluffy Nero smut, reader being her first🤭

Don't stress too much about this, and of course you can choose to write it or not!!

Thank you sweetie🫶🫶

ty for this !! i love a good ‘oh noooo, there’s only one bed’ trope.

tbh im not the biggest nero lover so this was a slight challenge but it ended up pretty good and a lot longer than expected lol. i also didn’t know how to end it but i hope you enjoy !!!!

Two Pals, One Bed

an unexpected storm puts you and nero in an unlikely situation

PAIRING: DMC5 Nero x afab reader

WARNINGS: (NSFW!: first-time/virgin!reader, fingering, penetration)

WORD COUNT: 2k

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The sheets of rain pounded on the windshield of the van, making visibility hard on the patchy road. You flicked out the wrinkles in the map, squinting in the light of your phone to see the web of routes.

“Can’t see a damn foot in front of me like this.”, Nero grumbled from the driver’s seat. “No thanks to you, by the way.”

His pointed blame made you crinkle the map in your hands. You both had been driving for seemingly hours, trying to make it home from a job, but the storm was making it hard to navigate the backroads.

“There’s an inn after the next right, we’ll duck from the rain til morning.”

Nero sighed and shook his head. “We would’ve been home by now, if it wasn’t for your dumbass.” He peered over the steering wheel, on the lookout for the upcoming turn.

“Nuh uh,”, you started, a scowl on your face, “don’t pin this on me! I don’t control the weather.”

“Whatever.”

Nero makes the right and after a couple miles of silence, the faint beacon of lit windows pierces through the gloom. Pulling into the lot in front of the inn, Nero parks the car and hops out. You follow suit and hastily trail behind him, using your bag as cover from the harsh rain. Entering the inn, you walk slowly to examine the tacky decor - artificial fish and paintings of sunny beaches mocking your drenched clothes. Nero makes a beeline to the front desk and is quick to return with a set of keys in hand.

“We got lucky. Seems like everyone had the same idea, but they had one room left.” Nero pats you on the shoulder and cocks his head toward the direction of the stairs. “C’mon.”

You nod and follow Nero up the stairs to your appointed room, sighing in relief to be out of the storm. Nero drops his backpack on the desk and stares at the single queen-sized bed in the center of the room.

“……..one bed.”

“One bed.”, you repeat. It seems that the universe thought it would be funny if you two shared a bed after a night of endless bickering and side-eyes. You eventually shrug and flop down on the bed, looking up at Nero. “I mean, we’ve slept in worse conditions, right? You remember the cyclops cave?”

That earns a tiny smile from him, chiseling away at the tension from earlier.

“Thanks for reminding me. It’s not like I spend every waking moment trying to forget the smell of decay and ball sweat.”

You both laugh and you feel the frustration slowly leave your body. Nero digs around his bag for a change of clothes and heads to the bathroom to change. You take this as your cue to do the same, pulling out a clean shirt and pair of underwear and discarding your old ones in the corner of the room. You crawl into the bed, flicking on the tv and settling in. Nero returns a few minutes later, changed and seemingly back to his easy-going self. He switches off the lights and gets into the bed, leaving some space between you both. You both watch a rerun of an old sitcom before Nero breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole to you. You were only trying to help, and I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you.”

The apology doesn’t take you completely by surprise, considering that Nero is the most levelheaded person you know, but you appreciate it nonetheless. You pull the covers up over you, sinking down to lay on your pillow as you address him.

“Don’t worry about it, Nero. We’ve had a long day and have gotten thrown every which way - it’s no one’s fault. Besides, I’m happy it was with you and not with anyone else, it could’ve gone a lot worse.”

Nero nods in agreement but he’s not lost on the subtle flirting in your last sentence. Nero glances down at you resting form, your eyes trained on the tv mounted to the wall. For the past few weeks, it seems you two have been dancing around the obvious for the sake of staying focused on work. But considering that you both are literally in the same bed, it’s hard to ignore now. You look up to him, his face turning a pretty pink from being caught staring.

“Was there something else?”, you ask, noting his blush.

“You’re really pretty.”

Nero blurts out the compliment, heart starting to pick up from embarrassment. ‘Reaaaal smooth, Nero. Bet Dante would get a kick out of this’, he thinks to himself. Your own face turns red in response, a shy smile on your face.

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” Nero starts, sliding down to be beside you under the covers. “And smart, funny, brave.”

You stare at him with awe, in disbelief that those words left his mouth. Without another breath, you lean to the side where he’s laying and kiss him. It’s a gentle, tentative kiss, but full of meaning and longing. Nero’s brain short-circuits and it takes a second before he returns the kiss. Slow and cautious, your mouths explore this newfound feeling. Without breaking away, Nero rolls on top of you, hands running up your sides. Feelings of excitement and anxiety intermingle in your stomach and you break the kiss to look up at him, eyes wide. Nero returns the look with concern, his hand cupping your face.

“You okay? Did…did I do something wrong?”

“No, I-“, you cut yourself off, building up confidence before speaking again. “I need to tell you something.”

Nero raises his eyebrows, interest piqued. “You know you can tell me anything.”

You gulp and take a deep breath, making sure that this is really happening. You look down at the empty space between the two of you as you speak. “I’ve never gone this far with anyone.” You pause, frowning slightly. “I mean, I’ve messed around but I’ve never actually….slept with anyone before.”

Nero runs a hand over your hair and kisses your forehead sweetly. There’s a clear look of understanding on his face. “Y/N, you don’t have anything to be sorry about. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. And if you don’t wanna do anything now, I won’t hold that against you either.”

“I want to, I’m just nervous.” Your eyes have a vulnerability to them, like you’re already standing there naked in front of him.

“It’s okay to be nervous. Fuck, I’m nervous. But, it’ll be okay, as long as you enjoy it. And if you change your mind or need me to stop, that’s okay, too.”

With his reassurance, you nod and pull him back down to reinstate the kiss. Nero sighs into your mouth, happy to be connected again. You feel his hands snake down to your thighs, running over the exposed skin with light touches. As scared as you were, everything felt right in this moment. Your own shaky hands moved to tug at his shirt to help him out of it. Nero yanks the shirt over his head before reaching to pull down your underwear. He stops and looks up at you, waiting for the green light from you; you give him an eager nod and he proceeds. You feel his fingers brush against your sensitive bud and your breathing hitches in your chest. His fingers move slow, tracing circles into your flesh as his mouth trails sweet kisses to your ear.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Nero’s soft voice and tender touches elicits a moan from you, almost forgetting to reply to him. You turn to look at him and mumble a ‘yes’ out, hips rocking against his hand. Nero hums in content, moving his fingers to your already wet slit. He toys with the hole for a moment, testing the waters in case you change your mind. By the way you’re sighing and whimpering, he takes it as his sign to go on, pushing in two fingers slowly. Your back arches, jaw dropping silently. Pumping slowly in and out, his strong, slender fingers tease your g-spot. Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping onto him for support. Minutes go by as your climax builds up, your walls pulsing around his fingers. Before you can warn him of the oncoming wave, his fingers slip out, making you groan in disappointment. He laughs at your noise, slipping off the rest of his clothes.

“Easy, tiger. I got more to give, believe me.”, he chuckles. Leaning down to kiss you once more, he positions himself between your legs. “Ready, pretty girl?”

You nod and smile into his mouth. “Ready.”

Aligning with your slick, Nero pushes into you with a moan of satisfaction. You bury your head in his neck, stifling a cry from being stretched. Nero’s arm comes up to wrap around your head protectively, cradling you in comfort. Once fully in, he stays still to let you adjust to the new feeling. You feel your breathing slow down and you nod again, letting him know it’s okay to move. His cock slips almost completely out of you until he pushes it back in, repeating this until he creates a steady, sensual rhythm. Mewls from you are muffled by how close Nero’s holding you - his free hand hooking under one of your knees to lift you ever so slightly. Over and over, the head of his cock hits that sweet spot and you feel your orgasm start to build back up, ready to satisfy the delay from earlier. The moment feels surreal, considering how many times you’ve dreamt of this moment, and you flex your fingers every now and then to remind yourself it’s really happening.

You look out from your safe place in Nero’s neck and see him above you - eyes shut, mouth ajar, and a sheen layer of sweat making him glisten in the light of the tv still playing. The display from him is what sets you off, knowing that you’re the cause of it. Your core tightens and those familiar electric pulses make your body quiver with pleasure.

“O-oh, god, that feels so good…. I’m gonna…gonna…”

“Let it out, I’ve got you.”

The encouragement from Nero is all you need to let go, a wave of pleasure taking over all of your senses. Your legs shake around Nero and a sound you’ve never heard from yourself before fills the room. Fuelled by your reactions, Nero chases after his own high, fucking into you passionately. Sweat dripping down his face, he looks down at you with an adoring smile before his eyes squeeze shut, followed by a series of whimpers and curses. Your walls milk him free of every drop of seed, the feeling overwhelming for him. You stare up at him in awe, your vision going in and out from your own orgasm.

His thrusts slow to a stop, allowing him to collapse on you. Both of you lay there panting, the heat of your bodies almost overbearing. You run your hand up and down Nero’s back, soothing him through the end of his orgasm. Eventually, Nero lifts his head and gives you a weak kiss, bumping his nose to yours.

“You did great, y/n. Seriously, that was….”

“Amazing.”, you finish for him, a giggle following it.

“Yeah, that.”

Nero pushes himself up and out of you, rolling onto his back beside you. He reaches over and pulls you into his arms, stationing you to lay on his chest. You can hear his heart thumping strongly, beating a lullaby to you.

“Get some rest, beautiful. You’ve earned it after that.”

You start to protest sleep but a yawn betrays you, realizing how warm and safe you feel in Nero’s arms. As minutes pass, your eyes grow heavier and soon close for the night, your breathing deep and slow. Nero’s hands tangle in the strands of your hair, twirling them mindlessly until sleep triumphs over him as well.

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[kiwibeanv]

DMC Boys in a Love Hotel Headcannons

! MDNI - Heavily suggestive themes

Summary: How our demon boys might react to a love hotel with you.

Dante

Most willing to try it out.

You happen to find one secluded in a street as you were hanging out with Dante.

This man will check out all the themes if he could. He'll pick out cheesy romantic ones with roses and all. Or if he's feeling adventurous, he'll pick out a strange theme like a western theme (dog, he wore them cowboy boots in DMC4).

Feel uncomfortable? No worries, he won't push you and he will go alone then come back to tell you all about it.

If you do choose to explore with him, he'll be cracking a few jokes here and there. Nothing too explicit. Maybe the beds should be high quality~

Did the room have a cabinet with naughty things? Dante will freeze and stare at it for a few seconds until his mind registers what that is. Yep...How considerate.

Checked out the TV? There are certainly some things that are best saved for a smaller screen and headphones. Dante would rather keep the TV off for now as he would rather focus on you.

Oh the mirror placement. One on the ceiling and one on the side of the bed. He could already imagine the view and his excitement grows. That's something he should take a peek at.

The glass walls and doors of the bathroom is something to make you uncomfortable at first. With little privacy but Dante is totally fine giving you the privacy if you like.

Now let's say you do take this opportunity with him~

Dante is an open guy and he will be willing to try out new things with you.

He'll rent a few costumes for some foreplay to warm up. He can also buy the extra things you wished to use.

Don't forget the amenities~ It's right there on the nightstand for your protection.

That mirror is so enticing. Just a glance and you see the reflection of the position you're in. The face he makes of determination to pleasure you when he's on top. Or the look he has that even the pillows can't hide that shows him taking it well from you. The angles are perfect!

Would you come back to this place? Oh for sure! This love hotel can certainly let you rent it for a few hours too. So if you need a quick moment to get heated, this place is always there for you. Dante is likely to return here with you more.

Vergil

Really hard to convince him to go. He doesn't want to be seen around in a place like that. The only way to get him to go is if it is a last resort. Unless you're in a relationship with him, he might lower his pride to try it out.

So let's say, you did have to book a room because it really was a last resort. This dude would not even accompany you as you get a room from the receptionist. And because you were alone, the receptionist gave you a complementary bag.

That love store you passed by to get to the elevator, as soon as Vergil realized what it was, he quickly looked away and kept his eyes glued to the floor.

Once you reached the elevator, you could feel the air was tense with him. He refused to make eye contact with you. That scowl on his face seemed like he was going to get more wrinkles. Ask him if he is all right, and he'll say he's fine. Despite those furrowed eyebrows that make it seem otherwise.

If Vergil really had to choose a room out of the selection, his first choice is the looking normal and elegant rooms. Those weird themed ones with the seashell bed, candy land wallpaper, or anything childish will make him cringe and call it "tacky."

If you dare to explore that complementary bag and show him the things, Vergil will express his disgust and scoff at it. And for fucks sake put it away! Especially if you lack the knowledge of it's other purposes, Vergil will take that paddle away from your innocent hands.

But after getting a good look at this place, this isn't so bad. A floating thought haunts his head. What if we really try it out? Perhaps under more coordinated circumstances, his mind opens up to that idea.

However, as things are, let's sleep through the night and be done. If you're really that uncomfortable, Vergil will definitely sleep in the bathtub.

Now if you really are in lady luck's hands~

Vergil will take into account about the layout and calculate what are some things he could do to make this experience a good one. The placement of the mirrors? Oh he can definitely make you look at yourself as you lay under his mercy. The amenities provided will help prevent unplanned children (unless that's your goal you discussed with him).

Toys? Maybe just a select few. Handcuffs and ropes will do, if you're so inclined~ Vergil relies on himself to give you pleasure, not these things. Though it's possible to get him to use another one when his mind is fogged with lust.

Vergil will definitely dominate you. He's in control, but he remembers what your boundaries are. Even if he let's you on top, he'll make it a fun challenge for you to please him. Remember those mirrors? He will move your chin to make you see your reflection. Look at that pretty face of yours as you take it. Make sure to glance at his face too when you can.

Would he ever come back with you here? Maybe a few more times. But Vergil likes saving the money and spend your time in a bedroom you actually own.

Nero

Nero probably doesn't even know of its existence.

He's not that oblivious. If the love shop is there, he'll know right away. Or just looking at the extra stuff provided, he'll catch on.

Just make sure Vergil doesn't know what you two are up to. Else he's going to give a long lecture and he'll forbid you two from going. But like that's going to stop Nero.

Dante could give you two a few warnings but he's actually pretty open to let Nero explore.

It could be a place he would be willing to try.

Like Vergil, he will stick with more normal rooms at first. If he ends up liking the love hotel experience, he could be more daring to try an odd theme with you.

When he's checking out the room with you, he speaks his mind. All his thoughts and opinions. Whether he likes the design, how weird those mirror placements are, or the interesting furniture that adds to the theme.

But even if he was willing to try, this love hotel is weird to him. He has trouble comprehending why people need a place like this. Isn't doing it in the bedroom all the same?

The secret vending machine with naughty things will make him red. It makes him shudder and wonder if these things are unused. (Which are. For sanitary reasons obviously. And you can't return them!) Let's forget I found that.

If you wish to spend your time intimately~

What he won't admit aloud is the glass walls in the bathroom. He actually likes that. As long you consent, he might peek as you bathe.

Things start slow with Nero. Some teasing here with lingerie you have on. Soft kisses that lead to making out and that escalates into the real action.

Nero is a switch but it really depends on your preferences. Are you more on the sub side? Nero can be top. And of course if you lean more towards dominance, Nero can certainly be bottom. Or if it really depends on your mood, Nero is flexible with it.

He will make the most of it. He'll take your preferences in consideration. Whether you really want to use handcuffs or experiment with the scenario (like using that weird furniture if the room provides it), he's here to satisfy you and himself equally.

His thoughts on coming back? Nero seems like he's neutral about it. He sees the practical use for the love hotel, should he need extra privacy. For you, he will be willing to come back.

V

He doesn't know that love hotels exist either.

V will have to take a closer look to realize what the purpose is, Griffin will point it out to him. It's for couples to do naughty business and bang, isn't the word love obvious?!

V will have to shut Griffin out of his head. This bird will run his mouth like no tomorrow. He might as well let him fly free outside the hotel so he doesn't hear him tease him about it. Even then that bird will take the time to figure out where your window is.

He is very composed about this compared to the rest. Scanning the objects. Sure he'll make a few odd faces but hey, everyone has different preferences here.

If he were to choose a room style, V would opt for classical aesthetics. Baroque, Greek or Roman styles, Gothic, or Victorian.

Going in the room, V is very curious. He will look through every nook and cranny this place offers. The odd placements of the mirrors, those extra adult things provided, and judging the overall aesthetic.

V will take a moment to read his book in the room. He will certainly read aloud interesting lines. "Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move; Silently, invisibly"

Take Griffin inside and he'll be pretty yappy about the things he finds. Hey, you thinking about using this? You should probably leave him outside and I think you both can mutually agree.

If you wish to spend the night~

V is slow and will take his time. He will whisper enticing words and recite a few lines of romantic poetry to warm you up.

Then his hands will run along yours. He makes the first move to kiss you. Things start to escalate more.

If you're open to those extra toys, he will make use of them. Whether it's on you or him.

V is willing to be either top or bottom but leaning more on the sub side. Again, this all depends on you. Let him take the reigns? Or do you want to control how it goes?

What are his thoughts on coming back? V is willing to use the love hotel again. But only if you ask.

Bonus Points:

If you were with DMC 3 Dante, he's gonna get denied access. His immaturity is going to make the receptionist suspicious. As per love hotel policy, adults only. So she will have to take a precaution and deny him entry. Even if he met the age 18 criteria...

DMC 3 Vergil could get away but honestly, he will not bother coming here. Why waste the money when you have your room? He sees no difference between a regular and a love hotel. Just keep your mouth shut and don't let neighbors hear.

DMC 4 Nero would probably be denied access too. Just looking at his 19 year old self, he still looks like he is in high school. The receptionist would kindly suggest a restaurant for you two to go.

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[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Wanting: Nero x G/N Reader

Smut/adult stuff MINORS GO AWAY LEAVE THIS PLACE AND GO READ SOMETHING ELSE >:[ Thanks! :))

SUMMARY: While you are gone, Nero gets well acquainted with your new room.

BEGINNING NOTES: 🛏️Perverse/Horny Nero x G/N Reader 🧸Un-established relationship 🛏️Nero (pillow) masturbation 🧸Mentioned reader masturbation; implied bottom--or at least likes to have things “inside” (that sounds horrible lmao, you’ll see what I mean) 🛏️Nero’s scent kink is really strong here 🧸Nero and the reader just moved into a house together; as “roommates”. 

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     Nero bit his lip in excitement as he stared into the room. He knew that this was obscenely perverted; that this would undoubtedly get him in trouble but he couldn’t resist. With a slow lean back out of the doorway, he looked to his left then his right, surveying the hallway. You weren’t home--you weren't going to be for another few hours, but he couldn’t be too cautious. What if you came home and saw what he was doing? You’d most definitely move out and, probably, beat the living hell out of him for this. 

     But the unyielding flame inside him was overwhelming and he couldn’t help-- no, he needed to satiate this lewd hunger building inside him.

     The young hunter walked into your partially unpacked room. It had only been six days since the two of you had begun to move in and you had been rather busy with contracts lately; leaving Nero to do most of the sprucing up of the cozy abode. As he stood over your bed his teeth pierced through his lower lip and his own blood began to fill his mouth and dribble down his chin. Slowly he began to palm his growing excitement. His eyes fluttered shut as he took a deep breath, replaying last night’s events in his mind. 

     The quiet mewls of your erotic delight were followed by the soft squishing wet sounds of whatever toy or fingers you had been using. On the other side of the wall was the living space, the place Nero was currently painting. He couldn’t help but listen in, placing his ear flush against the unpainted surface. His cock was hard as ever and he touched himself in rhythm with your own playtime, listening to the bed creak from your rapid movements. 

     The sounds of your unintelligible gibberish when you encroached on your orgasm. Your muffled whimpering cry as you reached your peak pushed Nero over the edge causing him to make a mess all over his hand and jeans. As he stared at the fluid that decorated his own skin he couldn’t help but yearn for it to be your skin instead or, better yet, to be inside you. As quick as possible, he scrambled to the bathroom to clean his hand and then scurried off to his room to get new pants. When you asked why he changed clothes, he simply claimed to have “spilled paint” on himself; unable to even look you in the eye without risking getting hard.

     Admittedly this wasn’t the first time Nero had done something like this; something so unspeakably immoral and filthy. The young man has stolen your clothes so many times that he’s forgotten how much he’s soiled with his lust. 

     At first, it was an accident. You'd come over to his previous home--a small one-bedroom apartment--and you’d left your lightweight hoodie on the couch. Nero picked it up and was going to place it by the door, so he could take it back in the morning but he stopped. Without thinking he put the fabric up to his nose and took a slow deep inhale, a dangerous smell of your soap and a light smell of sweat lingered on the coat. Your scent drives him up the wall usually but within the privacy of his own home, it did so much more. For a brief moment, he realized what he was doing was weird but that quickly passed. Nero didn't even leave the living room before he had his dick out and was beating it, your hoodie still held up to his face. 

     Right before he finished, laid it on the couch, and came on it, fantasizing that it was you. The young man had never cum so hard in his life; which was then surprisingly followed by a few more rounds all of which were layered upon the soiled jacket. After a much-needed wash, he returned it to you. He remembers the guilty arousal he got when he watched you put it on, knowing he'd splattered it senseless.

     Nero opened his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself. When he remembers that first time, he ends up getting overly excited and cumming way too fast. Taking a short break from groping himself, he unhurriedly walked over to a shirt you'd discarded on the floor and picked it up.

     The teal devil held the fabric to his nose and moaned lowly, this only added more fuel to the out-of-control lust within him. He wants you. He needs you. 

     A growl of frustration came from his throat as he returned to your bed. Quickly, he grabbed your body pillow and slid your shirt over it. Then he mounted your bed, hips straddling the plush-filled fabric. All the while he was imagining it was you instead. 

     He put the hemline of his shirt into his mouth and unbuttoned his jeans. A small shake appeared in his hands as he closed his eyes and slowly palmed his cock tent. In his mind, he was imagining all the perverse things he’d do to you if only given the chance to. As he pulled down his boxers, he finally let go of his lower lip and let out a low groan. 

     Bit by bit, he leaned down onto the pillow and wrapped his arms around it. Sluggish languid motions pushed his throbbing cock into the fabric. His eyes fluttered shut again as he took a deep inhale making his arms tighten further around the object. Although he had only just started, he already had pre-cum dribbling from his cock and was smearing it against your inanimate sleeping companion. The idea that this very pillow he’s grinding against is one that bore witness and was right beside you during your playtime only made him want to slam against it harder. 

     Nero attempted to pick up the pace but found his jeans blocked said movement. Irritated, he got up off the bed and slid them off, and decided he might as well take everything off. Once repositioned on the bed, he leaned down and kissed the fabric. Nuzzling his head into his he began to thrust into it again. 

     He laid on his side and wrapped his arms and legs around the pillow, grinding harder and quicker. Nero’s nails dug into the shirt’s fabric, unknowingly tearing it. Loud unfiltered moans and grunts came from the teal devil as he buried himself deeper into the fabric. 

     Carefully he bit into the fabric and began to chew on it slightly. His legs tightened even further, wrapping as tightly as they could. As his thrusts began to speed up, he found himself moaning your name; calling out for you. He turned over and pinned the pillow beneath him, sliding in a flat kneel--his inner thighs hitting the mattress and object of his lust. 

     He laid his head against the side of it, acting as if it were your head, as his pace became brutal. Another pathetically desperate round of moans came from him, grasping at the cotton-filled fabric that he wished were you instead. As he felt himself coming to his peak, he moved his head and placed his forehead where he envisioned yours to be. 

     A very finite amount of sweat decorated his body and brow, making his hair flatten a bit and stick to his skin. He felt as if his body were on fire and felt something much more feral fill his limbs as he fucked into the captive fabric. Nero had a strong urge to Trigger--to really let himself go and to ruin the plush; but he fought it, knowing that you’d find out if he did. 

     He let out a few sputtering heavy breaths and grunts as he shot his load against both the pillow and your shirt. His breath hitched as he felt his cock twitch in sinful released delight. Several ropes of thick cum spurted onto the pillow and shirt as he gently played with his tip to ride his high just a little longer. A small content sigh left his lips as he placed a gentle kiss against the pillow and smiled. As he leaned upwards, his breathing was heavy and he realized he was still rock hard, standing at attention. 

     “N-Nero?!”

     A sudden hot mortified feeling encompassed his face. Nero should've covered himself up-- should've apologized-- should've done something-- but he just sat there, frozen, staring at the wrinkled and tainted pillow beneath him. Completely petrified. 

     You swallowed hard as an odd lust began to creep into your mind. Nero and you were both frozen at the situation. Admittedly, you wanted to be mad; to be upset that you leave for an hour and come home to find Nero cumming on your bed. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to--at least, not right now. Right now all you could think about was joining the still-aroused devil. 

     A small smirk pulled at your lips as you strode towards him, a small sway in your hips, and a certain heavy-lidded look in your eyes. Nero’s eyes slowly panned up to meet yours. Your smirk widened as you watched his cock twitch from your approach. 

     Once at your bedside, you placed a hand on the far side of his face and turned him towards you. Nero’s lips were slightly parted and he went to speak but was quickly cut off by you placing your lips on top of his. The kiss was slow and passionate, you made sure that your intention was crystal clear as he moved his body to face yours. As you split apart from the kiss, you placed your hand around his burning dick, earning a surprised half-grunt half-moan from the red-faced young man. 

     Still touching foreheads, you whispered against his lips, "You're quite the pervert; aren't you?"

     He swallowed hard and began to panic, "I'm sorry, I---"

     "Shh shh shh," your hand began to move in slow languid motions, earning another one of the sweet noises from the devil, "Don't apologize," you kissed him longingly, biting his lower blood-stained lip as you pulled your lips away again, "Next time just ask before you go and fuck my pillows," you leaned back and ran you hand slowly up his torso, resting it on the back of his neck, "Now, be a good boy," you leaned back in and placed a kiss on the side of his neck, feeling him tremble beneath you, "and show me what you have been wanting to do."

     Nero let out a shuddering breath and a very quiet "oh", feeling a chill run up his spine. It took a moment for him to recompose himself as he felt you place very soft kisses against his neck. 

     When he was grounded back in reality, he flipped you over and pinned you underneath him. He returned the favor and began to run soft sweet kisses along your body. At the base of the side of your neck, mimicking the spot you’d been on him, Nero bit down hard. You arched into him and let out a low sharp gasping moan at the unexpectedly harsh move, feeling his teeth gently work a dark mark into your skin. 

     After he was satisfied with the severity of the mark, Nero whispered to you in a husky sultry low voice, tickling the tender skin with his heavy hot breaths, "I hope you’re up for a long night…” He placed a long kiss against the side of your jaw, nipping at it slightly, “You won't remember your name when I'm done with you."

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ENDING NOTES: I am probably going to do the same type of situation using Dante; he also seems like the type to do this kind of thing. It might be using a teddy bear or something though, idk. Regardless, this won’t be for some time. Currently, as of posting this and not counting this fic, I have 13 WIPs + 11 Requests (If you are wondering why the requests are still not open this is why lmao).  🛏️🧸🛏️

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