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(clip from a dmc panel around 2011)
dan giving us a demonstration of vergil's flirting skills (sound on)
#he's an icon for this#also i love dante in the back “DID VERGIL SAY THAT??! DID VERGIL SAY THAT?”#devil may cry#dmc#vergil dmc#devil may cry 5#vergil sparda#dmc5#dmc4#fuck it#vergil x reader
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「四位已等候多时,那么你的选择是?」
The theme agreed with my friends this time is "Dating"So, choose the man you love to spend time with you ~
Actually, today is my birthday. Maybe I can get a "Happy Birthday"?🥺🌹
#devil may cry#dante x reader#dante x you#dmc#dmc dante#vergil x reader#dmc vergil#vergil x you#v x reader#v x you#dmc5 nero#nero x reader#nero#dmc v x reader
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Why can't he kill my dad :(
#cupidscruel🍡#dante dmc3#dante dmc#dmc dante#dante devil may cry#dante sparda#dante x reader#dante x you#dmc 5#dmc 3#dmc4#dmc5#dmc#dante#dante sparda x you#dante sparda x reader#dante sparda fluff#sparda twins#dads#i hate my dad
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I don’t have enough energy to finish this so I’m just gonna pose this and🏃♀️💨
#myart#fanart#kuma’s art#dmc#devil may cry#dmc vergil#vergil devil may cry#merman vergil#yandere vergil#devil may cry x reader#dmc x reader#vergil x reader#yandere vergil x reader
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I kept laughing about this, so I had to make it lol
#dmc x reader#devil may cry x reader#dmc#Devil may cry#resident evil#dante sparda#vergil sparda#multifandom#vergil#Nero#chris redfield#leon kennedy#Steve fox#Dragunov#Hwoarang#Lee chaolan#vergil x reader#dante x reader#Resident evil#Captain spaulding#baby firefly#Devils rejects#Otis driftwood#chris redfield x reader#Leon kennedy x reader#Nero x reader#v x reader#jjk nanami#pyramid head x reader#nanami x reader
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When you turn into a cat
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Fragile....they're fragile 😔💓
#(.°✧ lexi's talkies ✧°.)#agh they even share birth month#same vibe#same va#same everything they're too perfect and fragile too me aghhh#dmc 5#dmc v#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#devil may cry#dmc#dunmeshi#mithrun#mithrun x reader#v#v x reader#vitale x reader#vitale#dun meshi#dmc visions of v#dmc vitale
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ꜱᴍᴜᴅɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀꜱᴄᴀʀᴀ
ADA WONG, BELA DIMITRESCU, ELLIE WILLIAMS AND LADY.
THANK YOU FOR 600+ FOLLOWERS NOW HERE'S SOME WLW ACTION.
WARNING - NASTY SEX, STRAP USING, BITING, TRIBBING, PUSSY EATING, MUMMY KINK, 69 AND SCISSORING.
P!LINKS!
ADA WONG
You hadn’t remembered the last time someone else had made you feel like this, and you had hated the fact that the only person who could reach so deep inside of you and have you craving for more was the same woman you had sworn off from not seeing.
Ada Wong.
The mystique, the enigma.
The woman you had an on and off relationship with, the same woman who’d leave for weeks without saying another word to you, disappear into the world as if she was mist, a woman made of the very same air you’d choke on whenever a thrust from the toy she had worn had pummelled deep inside of you, she had you in a twisted position, face down and your buttocks staring up at her while she smoothed her hands against your skin before she had left it with one last slap.
You had jerked once you had felt the connection, teary-eyed as the strap vibrated against your walls, you had shuddered and flinched every time you had felt the tip of the cock lick deeper inside of you, you didn’t know what you were saying and didn’t realise how much you had cried in bliss. Your mascara smudged and voice trembled as she pulled you into a fountain of orgasms, Ada’s voice talking to you as she purred how much of a good girl you were, always coming back to her and being the adorable pet, you had silently promised her to be.
“Yes!” You had foolishly cried out. “Yes!” You had now been vocal on how you had belonged to her, Ada had known that side of you would come out soon, how slick and tactful she was, as if she was in your mind stroking and egging you on to point out how much you were hers.
“Good girl, say it again for me, say that you’re mine,” Ada moaned as she could feel her high attempt to cut through her, she had tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth, the pearl of her cunt slick and swollen as the vibration of the adult toy pulsated and quivered against her skin, she had rolled her eyes back, her slender digits caught up in your hair as she pulled herself closer to her, her naked chest against your bare and glossy back as she continued to pump the cock inside of you.
Her lips quivered before it had been pressed against your shoulders, she had left sloppy kisses against the wings of your body while she could feel her motions become more jerked. “Ada!” You had cried out, “I’m gonna---oh!” You squealed as your cunt tightened around the object, your body had trembled while your nails dug into the damp bed sheets, as your back had arched deeply as your juices painted the cock, you could feel Ada’s teeth dig into your shoulder, leaving her mark as she muffled her cries, her cum staining the strap that she had pulled out of you.
She had rolled to her back as she released a big sigh while she turned off the strap, you had laid beside her, eyes trained on the ceiling that had dimly lit the area, arm above your head while you had barely looked at her, though, had been aware with how her dark eyes focused on you. “Gonna leave now?” You whispered and as kickback, you felt the way her body shuffled on bed, in thought that she was getting ready to leave, you had been surprised when she wrapped her left arm around your upper torso,
“No,” she replied as she left a kiss against the sharpness of your jaw. “I think I’m gonna stay.”
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BELA DIMITRESCU
She had stared up at you, fingers stiff against your hips while her eyes glinted in a humour that had challenged you, she had known what you had wanted, what you had desired and she had brief moments of giving it to you, and you were so close to it. As if you were a naïve child pointing your hand towards the sun claiming you almost caught it, dominance.
Her citrine coloured eyes had been shadowed as the slick wetness of both of your cunts had shaded above each other, you had licked the back of your lower teeth, you had known she had also wanted it, wanted you to dominate her the way she’d handle you, so you had taken it, had pressed yourself against her, and had watched the way she had moved.
Bela didn’t close her eyes but you saw the way her eyes adjusted as she held back a moan. So, you had leaned forward and kissed her, both of your blood-stained mouths mixed with each other as the sweet aroma of the scarlet liquid had trembled a moan out of her. You had been smooth with the way you wrapped your hand around her neck, there had been a soft heat, as if fire had been slowly melting an ice cave, you had slipped your tongue inside of your mouth and she had gasped, her hands slipped to your buttocks.
You had moved yourself forward and as an echo the slimy and sticky sounds of both of your mixed nectar had been pronounced, she had shuddered, there had been a small fight in her as she gently bucked her hips forward, but you had pressed her down while you had kissed her hard. A high moaned had passed through her lips as you had begun to pick up the pace, her eyes now shut as she had taken in the pleasure that had shifted between her thighs, she had squealed in your mouth as your swollen pearls circled around each other, and once she had tilted her head back, you had attacked her neck with kisses.
You had nibbled and sucked as you could feel her tight cunt throb against yours. “Yes, right there!” She cried out, her moans reflected against the walls, her cries in scales higher compared to her natural tone, thus you had smirked, you had been rough, but there was still an essence of care with the way you had touched her, the way your hands cupped her breasts and circled her inflamed nipples as her back drowned against the bed, she had shook against you and her positioned her hearth in a better angle, she had wanted more, she had wanted it harder, and you saw it with the way she had looked at you.
With much lust and hunger, you had now had both hands wrapped around her throat as you continued to fuck her. “Like that baby?” You had questioned, your inquire enough to have her look at you with doe eyes, eyes she would barely look people with, just for you.
“G’nna cum! Oh baby! Oh!” She screamed as she curled her toes, “Gonna cum!” She echoed as her juices squirted out, her nectar had drenched the both of you, aimed in distances she’d never thought she could do, you had continued to move, adamant to let her go you had chased for your high and pulled your head backwards as you had grunted in inconsistent patterns while Bela continued to cry in bliss under you. “Yes!” She quivered as she could feel herself release one last time, with you, she had orgasmed again before she collapsed her limbs against her bed.
You had smiled while you pulled your used cunt away from her, had pressed your mouth against hers before you had spoken. “On a scale from one to ten, how angry is your mother going to be with me?”
Bela had smirked at you before she replied. “A thousand.”
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ELLIE WILLIAMS
She had been so ludicrous, desperate and empty when she didn’t have her face between your thighs, she had tried. Tired to stay away from you but you were a Siren, a Lorelei, Lilith herself.
She had moaned as her hand coated her soaked cunt that she had circled with the weight of her fingers while she had also tasked herself to suck and lick the small ball that had gently perked up from your small meaty fleece Ellie had captured her mouth with.
Your hips had gently thrusted forwards, hands curved around the arch of the kitchen island you had sat on. Its once cold platform warmed by the heat of your skin and the friction you had caused whenever you had moved your hips forward to press your cunt further against her face.
Her green eyes open as she looked up at you with loving eyes, and as she used two of her digits to slip inside of her tight hole, Ellie had rolled her eyes back while she had encouraged you to bounce on her face. “Mama, come on,” she whimpered before she kitten licked your clit, and in response to her name-calling you had moaned just as you slipped your fingers into the messiness of her hair, guided her on where to move her pink lips and where to inhale you.
You had felt it, the sweet stinging need to release on her face, but you had held it back and choked back a cry when you felt the texture of her tongue slip inside of you, her eyes still open as she watched the way you had fondled your breast, the way you had rocked your hips forwards to bounce on her small meat. “So good, fuck Ellie!” You had wept and as she had hummed against your heat, the smooth vibrations flowing through your body. Frantic, Ellie blinked towards you as she quickly grabbed your other breast.
Like a juvenile, was what Ellie had been, with the way she had suckled on your clit, bounced on her fingers and played with your breast with her other hand, she was like a thirsty mammal, and when she had closed her eyes and had curved her fingers against her sweet areas, she had then climaxed around her digits, her nectar spilling against the ground while she slipped out her fingers and used both of her hands to spread your legs further apart.
“Fuck! Ellie!” You had cried as you could feel yourself begin to shake; eyes drowsy as the second warning of your body wanting to cum zapped through your figure. “Ah-fuck!” You had cried out just as you lurched your body forwards, both of your paws deep into her tied locks as you had finally cummed into her mouth and like the hungry dog she was she had inhaled all of them, licking every inch of your ambrosia as much as she could and once, she had finished, she had pressed her chin against your leg.
There had been a certain look on her face, a look of happiness, and as you had sighed, you returned her smile, Ellie had then spoke. “Did I do well mama?”
“Yeah,” you had breathed. “Yes, you did.”
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LADY
You had lost how long it had been when both you had Lady had started kissing, and you had forgotten how you even made it into the room, all you had known was how much you had wanted to taste her, how much the both of you had wanted to taste each other, it was like your minds were connected, how the two of you were in sync. You had each other hands between each other’s thighs and the two of you had licked each other’s tongues, as if the moment you two would let go of each other you’d both disappear.
“I love you,” Lady breathed before she walked you to the bed, both hands clasped against both sides of your face as she had then pressed you against the soft bed.
It wasn’t long until the two of you had peeled off each other’s clothing and positioned each other’s hearths above each other’s faces, you had been quick to press your tongue against her slit, her taste had been hot and tangy and the simple aroma of her nectar had driven you crazy, you had moaned, your body tight as you could feel her the balance of her tongue stroke your sex, the both of you rolling your hips as you had both chased your high.
Quick, you had thrusted your tongue inside of her, aided her to bounce on your tongue, the slight effort had pulled an fiery string inside of her, and her moans began to get higher in a preposterous scale, her moans twisted into a nasally cry as she could feel herself suck her stomach in, she had lifted her mouth away from your cunt, her eyes were rolled back as she could feel herself quickly orgasm inside of your mouth.
Embarrassed, she had turned to you. “Sorry,” she had muttered and moved, you had shook your head.
“Don’t apologise,” you said before you kissed her again, and cheerfully, Lady had pushed your body against the bed.
“Then let me make it up to you,” she whispered before she crawled up your figure just as she had tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth fore she cupped the back of your knees with her palms. She had positioned herself above your sex before she started to rub her pussy against yours, and with a short sigh, Lady had fluttered her eyes shut, her dainty hands wrapped around your ankle as she slowly picked up the pace.
Her lips had shuddered as her clit smothered against yours, she had closed her eyes before she tilted her head to the side. “You feel so good baby, ah,” she had whined and as kickback you had watched how she quickly moved with your glossy eyes, you had watched how she worked her body, her waist, had stared at the curve of her hips and perk of her breast as she bounced against you, both of your cries intertwined with each other as the wet friction between the two of you had built up.
“You’re so beautiful,” you had muttered before you had reached for her breasts, watchful with how the short strands of her hair had bounced and swayed at every movement of her thrusts, you had circled the pad of your fingers against her nipples and lustful, she had bent over and kissed you again, the strokes of her need to orgasm once more had pulsed through her body and she had held it back, but it had been a terrible but wonderful pain, holding back her nectar and continue racing for yours.
She had lost herself inside of you, breathing you, taking you in when she licked your tongue again, you had gasped and whimpered, as you could feel yourself cry, she had felt so good, you had felt so good, the enlarged bud of your clit stroke and humped against hers, you had traced your fingers against her jaw, shadowed every inch and edge as you could feel yourself want to climax, the two of you in a pool of such intense pleasure that there had been a loss of words, just the mere gasp and moans and the strong staring in each other’s eyes.
The moment one of you had eventually spoken was when you could feel your body tremble, inflamed with bliss and thrill as it took over your body. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You squealed and with flush, Lady laughed through your mouth, stubborn to pull herself away from you, obsessed with idea of being connected with you eternally.
“Cum with me,” she lustfully suggested and once more, her distinct cries commenced again, shaking and jerking against you as her sticky honey spilt against your body, mixing with your amrita that quickly poured out, with a relieved sigh, she had fallen against you.
“Trish is so going to make fun of me,” Lady said before she folded herself off of you.
With a smirk you had agreed. “Yeah, you do moan really weird,” you said and with a short slap against your forearm, Lady clicked her tongue.
“I hate you.”
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every time dante shows his little fangs I feel like a victorian man seeing a woman show her bare ankles
#dante sparda#dmc#devil may cry#dmc dante#devil may cry dante#dante x reader#dante sparda x reader#dmc x reader#devil may cry x reader#capcom
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Dating Vergil headcannons
-Vergil is undoubtedly a loving sweetheart. Yes, he has a grumpy side, but he truly loves you and cares for you however he can.
-Always protects you, be it from devils and grotesque monsters or a dog that happened to growl at you a little too much.
-Kinda gets overprotective like a dad over you whenever you get sick or injured, no matter how small the wound/illness is. He will immediately go into full parenting mode and wrap you up in a cocoon of blankets while worriedly feeding you soup and forcing bitter tasting medicine down your throat, or force you into a chair so he can dress and disinfect the wound as needed.
-Very jealous around Dante. Even though he knows that his brother would never attempt to steal you away from him, he can't shake that feeling; that nagging worry that perhaps you would fall for Dante's charms and leave him all alone.
-Of course, you'd never ever leave him, but Vergil's not the best at reading people, so he often needs to be told that.
-Shower this man in all the love and affection he deserves--you're the only one he'll ever allow to anyway.
-Calls you cute nicknames (but only in private) such as Babe, Dove, Sunlight, Sweetness, Queen, and My Motivation.
-Not good at expressing his affection through speech (bro I feel u) but excels at writing love letters to you, which he will never give to you in person--he'll just leave them lying around and hope you notice them.
-In order to escape teasing from Dante, he refuses to participate in any kind of PDA, no matter how small. He will, at the very most, hold your hand, but only when Dante is not around and if you ask nicely.
-Behind closed doors, however, things are entirely different. You will have yourself a living koala. He will latch onto you and never let go, using his huge frame to keep you pinned to whatever you happen to be lounging on, be it his plastic chair or your living room couch.
-Can't cook. It's a Sparda family curse. You are now tasked with the sacred duty that is producing a meal for this poor dude.
-Once a year, he undergoes his demon mating period--during this time, he gets really grumpy and cuts off all contact with everyone for like a month, the only exception is you.
-That's cause he needs you for something, if ya catch my drift. ;)
-Literally cold as ice, all the time. No matter how much you hold and snuggle him; no matter how many layers of clothes he wears, he's always cold.
-He doesn't feel it though, only you do, and because of that, he wonders why you always want to wrap him up in blankets and cuddle him.
-Complete and utter NERD for books, movies, TV shows, anime and so on. Knows enough about these topics to write an entire wiki but unfortunately must suppress this knowledge to save himself from the agony that is Dante's taunts.
-If you happen to share the same interests as him, then good for you! You two can spend all day holed up at home, geeking out about literally everything like the soul mates you are. 💓
#Vergil#Dmc vergil#Dmc5#Vergil dmc5#Vergil x reader#headcannons#Fluffy#General relationship headcannons#Icycoldninja writes#Cute#Dmc x reader#dmc5 vergil x reader#dmc vergil x reader#devil may cry vergil#devil may cry vergil x reader#Vergil x reader dmc#dating headcanons
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POV:Dante fell in love with the mystery girl (you) in the church.
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they made him this attractive and for what? for him to die??
#devil may cry#dmc#dmc5 v#dmc5#devil may cry v#devil may cry v x reader#dmc v x reader#vitale x reader#vitale#dmc x reader#devil may cry x reader#dmc5 x reader#ODOTTIE *・῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.*#kiss kiss#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thoughts of odette
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Hush ~
When you and Vergil need each other but can't be loud (good luck).
Vergil x Fem!Reader
warnings: smut, dirty talk, penetration, unprotected sex, choking.
⋆˚。⋆୨♰୧⋆ ˚。⋆
“Shhh, sweetheart, they will hear you...” Vergil whispers while you two are spooning, his muscular frame pressed against your back, the sound of his breathing so close to your ear all the time it almost makes tickles. “You're going to wake up the others.”
Indeed, you and him were spooning, a kind of a more intimate spoon, that's how it all started, a comfortable and innocent spoon, till Vergil was thrusting in and out of you, one of his strong and rough hands holding up one of your legs to make it easier to reach the deepest places inside your body. Usually, he would prefer to wait for the guests to go back home, but since everyone on the Devil May Cry agency decided to visit for a few days, it was almost impossible to have some privacy, except at this hour, late at night, when everyone is sleeping. The silence fills the house for the first and last time of the day, a good and a bad thing, because now you have to fight to not make any loud sounds, a task so hard to complete when Vergil is fucking you so deliciously from behind.
The half demon wasn't able to control himself, not when you were smelling so good after the bath, fresh with the familiar and addictive smell that only your skin haves. He was so hungry after spending so many days without taking you, and resisting was impossible when Vergil wrapped his strong and bare arms around your body, the indiscreet bulge on his pants poking you from behind, begging for attention. When you realized, all of the clothes were thrown to the ground, your neked body completely at his mercy, now there's no turning back, you are his, and it's clear on his crystalline eyes that he belongs to you.
A single cry escapes from your lips when Vergil picks up the pace, his cock buried deep inside your tight and slick pussy, the tip hitting the sweet spot that always make you see stars, and he knew it very well, the proud smirk on Vergil's face could tell.
“Hush, darling, I know you want to scream, but...” Vergil laughs low on his throat, both of you knows he wanted to hear those screams more than you want to do it. “... you're a good girl for me, aren't you? Stay quiet.”
Your heart skips a beat when Vergil starts to move even more fast and hard, making the bed squeak a little, he was definitely doing this on purpose to push you to your limits, it was working. Eyes rolling in your head, ready to moan loudly, but Vergil quickly covers your mouth with one hand, a slightly muffled gutural growl echoes from his lips making your skin vibrate, the light slapping sound while he pounds into you relentlessly, gods, you swear you could die right now.
“I missed you so much, my angel... I want to fill you up with my seed.”
You take Vergil's hand to place it on your neck instead of your mouth, he knows exactly what to do, his fingers carefully wrapping around it to choke you, how could he do this with so much care yet so roughly?
Sugar coated words falling from his lips directly to your ear like a prayer, a huge contrast with his choking and hips slapping against your ass, his warm body embracing yours from behind, and the world seems to spin around as you feel his grip on your neck loose to move his long fingers down to your aching clit, rubbing fast circles around it. Bitting down your own finger, eyes closing shut, your body prepares to the final act, it was too much to take, the orgasm washes over you, making you whimper Vergil's name in such a sweet way that makes him grunt in approval, and as if he was waiting for you to finish to have his own release, the half demon press his sweaty body on yours, holding you right on place, releasing a powerful load of thick cum that seems to never end. Vergil's hot breath comes shallow and ragged on your neck, the panting sounds and heartbeats are the only thing both can hear for a few seconds, till something like a snore, but way more scandalous and terrifying, can be heard from Dante's room, breaking the silence as you and Vergil laugh warmly together.
“I think we didn't wake up anyone, on the contrary, they seem to be in a... deep sleep, good.”
He trails a little path with kisses on your shoulder, his hands that were so rough just minutes ago while choking you now are gentle again, soothingly caressing your exposed arms. Vergil finally pulls out, humming satisfied, leaving a wet trail behind. You are ready to turn at him to cuddle, but before this could happen, you see Vergil's lips curling up into a smile while he disappears underneath the blankets, both of your thighs being spread wide open by his firm grip. “Remember, not a single word, sweetheart.”
#vergil sparda#vergil#vergil smut#devil may cry#devil may cry smut#vergil x reader#fanfic#oneshot#writing
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⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante & Vergil & their petnames for you
notes: I RISE!! We've been in mute mode for a whole freaking year (last fic was uploaded in October 1st, I am so sorry) but we're back in action once more, everybody please clap! This is a random and simple headcanon post, with pure fluffy and romantism, nothing more. Enjoy the ride!
♡ tags: fluffy, gender-neutral reader, no use of you/yours (it's just a silly post this time ueeeeee), no reader's appearance description, petnames, Dante & Vergil are on their fours for ya <3
ⓘ gif's not mine!!
Dante calls you:
Babe/baby (the most classic one let's be honest here)
Princess/Prince/Royalty
Sugar/Sugarcube
My Rose
Sweetie/Sweetheart
Angel/Angelcake
Honey
Honeybun (if he's feeling too lovey-dovey)
Honeypie (if he's feeling way too lovey-dovey)
Love
Hot-stuff
Boo
Berry-boo (I can't with this man)
Legendary Devil Lover
Cowgirl/Cowboy
ⓘ gif's not mine!!
Vergil calls you:
Darling/Dear/Dearest
Little Dove
Love
Little Minx (if you're up to something ehehehe)
Sweetheart (only used in private because he's not a man of PDA like his brother)
Angel
Honey
My Queen/King (watch out he's feeling ultra romantic)
Sapphire
My Blossom
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PEOPLE WITH NERO’S MOM OCS I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE PEOPLE OF COLOR I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE LGBTQ I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE DEMONS I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE ANGELS I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE HUMANS I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS FIT THE LORE I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS DONT FIT THE LORE I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS HAVE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH VERGIL I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS HAVE A BAD RELATIONSHIP WITH VERGIL I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHO HAVE NERO’S MOMS OCS I LOVE YOU
YOUR OC DOESNT HAVE TO FIT THE LORE
YOUR OC DOESNT HAVE TO BE CANONICALLY ACCURATE
YOUR OC DOESNT HAVE TO MAKE SENSE BC THEYRE AWESOME AND I LOVE THEM NO MATTER WHAT
#devil may cry#dmc#nero#dmc nero#nero sparda#nero’s mom#Neros Mom#vergil#vergil sparda#vergil x reader#vergil x self insert#dmc oc#devil may cry oc#nero’s mother
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Mating Season
get bred, loser
pairing: dante x reader (female anatomy, gn pronouns)
wc: 2.2k
warnings: NSFW - breeding kink, monster-fucking, blood/blood play
author’s note: i’ve been meaning to write this for so long but unfortunately i am a depressed adult with a full time job, and finding time/energy to write is difficult :’) sorry if this isn’t up to standards or there’re mistakes. enjoy, smooches.
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Twelve missed calls, six voicemails, and twenty-three texts from Dante is what you’re greeted with upon waking up - and it’s barely noon. Scrolling through the texts, you’re met with the ramblings of a madman, pleading for you to come over, to see him, to cancel your plans for the day. With a quick shower and change of clothes, you oblige in his wanton demands and head over to the loft.
You only manage a single knock before the door swings open and Dante is dragging you inside by the sleeve of your sweater.
“Dante! The hell has gotten into-“
”No time. Don’t ask.”
He pulls you straight into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Throwing you over his shoulder, he launches you onto the bed with a ‘thump’, your smaller form springing on the mattress. Dante reels over you, snatching your coat off and ducking his head into the curve of your neck with a deep inhale, nose sniffing your skin like a damn bloodhound.
”You showered,” he mopes, teeth pulling at the fragile skin of your throat. You squirm under the weight of him, hands pushing at his chest to levitate some of the burden.
”Yeah, so what?’
“You weren’t supposed to - I said not to. Did you even read my texts?”
”Dante, you’re being ridiculous. Do you even hear yourself?” You lift your head up to look at him, pushing him off of you. Dante makes a sad whine, a demeaning sound coming from the devil hunter. His messy locks flop down in front of his face and he lets out a long sigh, hands pawing at the fabric of your pants.
”I’m sorry, babe. God, you don’t have any idea how hard this has been without you,” he mumbles sheepishly, eyes fixated on the faint red mark he left on your neck. His hands trembled against your legs, clearly trying to hold himself back in order to have a coherent conversation with you. “I thought I could handle this alone, but I keep thinking about last week…how warm you felt, like that pretty little hole was made just for me,” he interrupts himself with a groan, hunching over as if in pain. You reach a hand up and push back the already sweaty strands to see his face, feeling his fevered skin brush your fingertips.
”Why didn’t you call me over sooner? You know I would’ve came,” you murmur, observing his needy state with a bit of concern.
”Didn’t wanna be a bother. I thought I could handle it on my own, y’know? I always have, but with you in the picture now-“ He lurches toward your hand on him, nuzzling into it with a choked breath. “Please…please, just-….just let me-“
You pet his cheek as you think over the proposition, mouth pursed. You finally agree with a small nod, pulling your hand away.
“Is it safe?”
”I won’t hurt you. I would never,” Dante reaches for your wrists, thumbs rubbing at the pulse points. He stares at you with his best ‘puppy-dog’ look, a pout on his lips. “I’ll be good, I promise. God, please, just let me fuck you - you got a man begging here.”
You chuckle and shake your head, pulling him back to you with a mumbled ‘c’mere’. Dante wastes no time latching himself back onto you, pulling your shirt off and biting down on your shoulder with a chesty groan. His hands work at your pants as he marks up your skin, the bites hard but nothing compared to the ones you’ll receive soon enough from his fangs. Clothes gone, you writhe under him and he sits up and sheds his own clothes, sparks of red already flitting off of his skin. Blue eyes morph red and he squeezes your thigh reassuringly, throwing you a shaky smile.
”You remember the safe-word, sweetheart?”
”Ciabatta.”
“Right.”
With a quick peck to your forehead, Dante rolls out his shoulders, cracking a few joints in his spine and neck. Warm, amber light coats his bedroom and Dante’s body morphs into his devil trigger, his nine-foot form casting a daunting shadow over your bare skin. Your breathing quickens at the sight - you’ve seen his DT before, but never like this, never between your legs and teeth glistening in your direction. Sensing your fear, Dante runs a knuckle over your cheek, mindful of his claws. A low, rustling rumble echoes from his vocal chords, bending down to meet his ghastly face to yours.
”It’s still me…” he breathes out, voice altered but still holding his signature lilt. Wings cocoon your body, cradling your form as he lifts you up to dangle in front of his chest. The heat of the flames rippling over his scales threaten to scorch your delicate flesh, the heat making your sweat glands break open and perspire. Dante’s mouth opens and an orange tongue lined with bumps and grooves laps a line across your own chest, taking in the decadent taste of you. Despite your trepidations, you can’t hold in the moan that drops from your mouth, eyes fluttering closed. Transparent, tangerine saliva drips down your abdomen as his tongue roams around, stimulating nerves from your throat to your navel, bumps dragging across smooth skin.
“My mate…Mine, mine,” Dante growls out, clawed fingers pinching at your thighs as he pushes your knees to your chest, wings supporting your weight from behind and below.
”Dante, c-careful, Jesus,” you whimper out, laser-focused on his claws dangerously close to shredding your skin open. All you get in response is another resonant growl, steam pillowing off his breath. Before you can warn him again, the sandpaper tongue swipes at your hole, making you shudder and go limp against his wings, forgetting your train of thought. One thing about Dante was that on the surface, he came off as reckless, impulsive - but it couldn’t be further from the truth. He had backup plans for his backup plans, and thought out every little thing. As much as your body was sounding off alarms to scramble away from the devil, he was taking the time necessary to warm you up before indulging himself - a preliminary ‘thank you’ for being a willing victim. You look up at Dante’s face, or what used to be his face, and lock eyes with the fiery orbs glaring down at you. It was hard to tell, but you could swear that little shit was smiling down at you, knowing you’ve put two and two together. A bass of laughter shakes his form, leaning forward to bump his forehead to yours as carefully as possible.
”Told you. No harm.”
You let out a shaky breath at his smartass remark, but it’s futile to steady your breathing. Dante’s tongue pushes into your hole, pointed and flexed as it slides between your inner walls. The feeling is indescribable, and for lack of a better word: devilish. Your juices coat the length of his tongue as it assaults you repeatedly, twisting in and out while talons keep you folded upright against your squirming. Heat floods your core as your release builds upon itself, gasps and symphonic moans invading the quiet room.
Dante can’t hold his instincts back when the taste and smell of your essence is practically reducing every cell in his body into a lust-driven beast. Ejecting his tongue, his wings cradle you down to the bed, knees kissing your ears in a mating press. Your thighs quake against his scaled palms, missing the fullness of his tongue. You open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, but the words jumble into a whine of pain as his head propels to take a bite at your shoulder. Fangs puncture skin and the devil seems to purr as the crimson nectar dribbles from the bite and into his mouth. The receptors in his brain are screaming at him to bite down again and again and again til you’re a battered, bloody mess - every centimeter of flesh peeled back and consumed in the most carnal way.
Thankfully, the human conscious in him refrains and with another nibble to your neck, he withdraws and centers himself with the pulsating warmth beckoning him in. He doesn’t need to check how wet you are - he can smell it, the pheromones rippling off your sex in waves that rivaled a tsunami. A bulbed shaft stretches into your slick and your head shoots up with a scratchy yelp, pain radiating to your hips. A huff of steam leaves the devil’s nostrils, halting to save you more pain despite his needs. Dante watches your fingers go white against the bedsheets, hanging on for dear life, and you can see his wings wilt at the realization he’s letting his devil instincts get the best of him. A clawed hand grips both of small ankles to hold you in place, the other letting go to scoop up one of your hands. Scales run over the skin gingerly, your fingers curling around his thumb for security.
“Deep breaths, baby. Big, deep breaths for me,” he hums out, the mechanic whirring of his vocal chords carrying his voice past your panicked thoughts. You obey, chest rising and falling as your blurred eyes trace the flame spitting from the top of his head. Dante can feel your walls unclench around him and he takes it as a sign to keep going. It’s a slow and painful process, but inch after inch, he manages to squeeze about half of himself in before hitting your cervix.
‘Damn human anatomy,’ Dante curses internally, but makes peace with the complication, thankful enough that you're taking it like a champ. After a moment of stillness, ensuring you’re okay, he starts to move. Armored hips lurch in and out of your tight hole, hushed growls filling your ears. All you can do is lay there, pliant and accepting. Your hold on his finger tightens as your body rocks around with the thrust of his unnatural cock, his name the only coherent word you can manage while he jabs at your g-spot continuously. Dante’s teeth find their way back to your flesh, leaving bloody constellations along your legs. So consumed by the fullness of his girth, you don’t notice the ruby fluid dripping down your limbs from the bites, barely registering his tongue greedily licking you clean. Bursts of white spot your vision, core muscles tightening as your orgasm tears through you and a scream of pleasure brings tears to your eyes.
“Mine…Mine to fuck, mine to…to take…gonna look so good when you’re full of my cum…” Dante snarls against your skin, pounding his cock into the wall of your cervix with ferocity. He can’t take it anymore - he needs to come, he needs to watch it drip out of you precious cunt. Securing his hand around your ankle, Dante runts himself into your hole, gusts of wind sending goosebumps down your frame as his wings flap behind him with excitement. With a bellowing roar from him, you can feel the powerful deluge of seed swarm your body, gushing out and down your center. You feel like you’ve been hit by a semi-truck, limbs trembling and aching as you lay lifeless under him, gasping for air.
A glare of red light makes you wince, eyes straining against the light to see Dante devolve to his human form, dripping so much sweat it’s like he jumped in a pool. Dropping your ankles, he pushes himself between your legs and plants a sloppy, loving kiss on your mouth, hands threading in your hair. You kiss back weakly, shaky hands holding onto his arms. Pulling his head back, he examines you for any serious injuries, eyes conveying a battle of concern and satisfaction.
“You okay? Hurt? Was it too much? God, sorry- sorry, I-“
“Dante, I’m fine,” you let out a wavering chuckle, sitting up slightly. “That was…incredible. You were incredible.”
Dante meets your eyes again with a surprised laugh, in disbelief you’re praising him in a state like this. His fingers trail down to the bites along the outside of your thighs, vaguely recalling how your skin felt between his fangs in his primal craze. He remains plugged inside you, the intimate mixture of releases leaking between your bodies.
“Look at you…” Dante traces along a more gnarly mark in admiration, blood trickling over his finger. “How’d I get so damn lucky, huh?”
He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks off the blood, that all-too-familiar teasing gleam in his eyes as they lock on yours. A throaty moan leaves him as he swallows, fingers falling away with a string of spit. The scene goes straight down to your heat, walls closing around on him with need. Sitting all the way up, you grab his hand and playfully nip at his wrist, dilated eyes devoted to memorizing him in this moment.
“Can we go again?”
“Again?” Dante laughs, raising both eyebrows at you. “Honey, I don’t think th-“
“Please,” you pout at him, kissing along his hand til you can slip two of his fingers between your lips. Dante’s jaw goes slack, a heady breath fanning over your face as his cock twitches inside you from your plea. With a hard swallow, he nods, free hand cupping your face.
“Fiiiiine,” he sighs out, putting on a show of dramatics before a smile tugs at his lips. “Flip over for me, princess.”
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