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myvampyrez · 3 days
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Hi hi! Can i repuest a bunch of headcannons for the Sparda Brothers™ with a reader insecure with her small chest? I love your writing
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sparda twins with an insecure!reader 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
dante (dmc) x reader, vergil (dmc) x reader
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do you guys ever think that sharks ever get a nasty tasting fish and then they’re all like ‘oh that fish was gross’
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some suggestive/nsfw themes in both of their parts, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ regardless of what anybody says, DANTE loves everybody!!
❥ if he catches you looking in the mirror nitpicking at yourself, he’ll just pull you away and into him. his embrace will last as long as you need.
❥ dante doesn’t mind if you have a smaller chest. you could have a big chest or no chest, you could be thin or thick or a whole ass other species.
❥ beauty is subjective, dante reminds you.
❥ and it is!! beauty is in the eye of the beholder. you could be the most beautiful person to your partner and someone else would think differently, we are all beautiful in our own way!!1!1!!
❥ dante will assure you that you’re perfect the way you are and he couldn’t care less (in a caring way) what you look like, he still thinks you’re hot either way 🤷‍♀️
❥ if this man can pay his bills, he might take you shopping for clothes that might make you ease up on your insecurities. only if you want, though.
❥ (suggestive!!) if dante catches you mentioning and self deprecating about your chest, he’ll start paying more attention to it when you guys have sex. he’ll usually initiate body worship in the bedroom but he’ll make sure to give your chest some extra love, regardless on if you have breasts or not.
❥ (suggestive??) careful though, dante has some teeth. your chest will literally be littered with marks 😭
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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ VERGIL’s much more blunt about confronting your insecurities. with a cock of his head and a furrowed brow, he asks a ton of questions.
❥ he just doesn’t get how you’re insecure about it? if you know he loves you, why are you so worried about it?
❥ if you explain it to him some more, i think he’ll understand it enough to start asking what he can do to help.
❥ he’s more curt about it, so it might come off a little rough. it almost sounds dismissive as he tells you that he doesn’t care about looks at all, but he means well.
❥ guys leave him alone his mom died and he spent a lot of his time in hell okay
❥ (suggestive!!) won’t mind if you wanna leave your shirt on during sex, but will slowly start to ease you out of these habits with the sweet whispers that fall from his lips.
❥ (suggestive!!) vergil takes his time in the bedroom anyways. he doesn’t fuck, he makes love. he cherishes those intimate moments between you two, sexually or not. there’s no need to rush things.
❥ (suggestive!!) and he is such a tease. he’ll leave you waiting all day, he’ll even initiate these moments more to make you feel sexier, and then finally at night when you two are in the comfort of your bedroom, he strikes.
❥ (suggestive!!) like dante, he’ll worship your chest and upper torso area more, whether you have breasts or not. albeit he’s less rushed than dante.
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lady-of-spades · 3 months
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The DMC Guys w/ Their Crush Falling Asleep on Their Shoulder:
Dante:
Smuggest little shit in the whole world. You will absolutely not be hearing the end of this whenever this happens, especially after the first time. He's just so pleased with himself. Because we all know Dante would be the type to try and playfully tease his crush as a way to convey his flirting while trying to play it smooth while simultaneously feeling out the vibe of his crush, even if he's known them a fair while.
Man has such cursed luck when it comes to not just women but also his love life as a whole that he knows to be cautious when also trying to not push his luck.
Though on the flipside its the only cover he has to hide the fact that on the inside he has simultaneously died and ascended at the same time the first time this happens. There's nothing Dante loves more than just little intimate moments like these. Granted he'd gladly take any moment of intimacy from the person he's pining for, but something like this is a moment he cherishes all too much.
Plus, he likes seeing this more vulnerable side to them, having secretly had those late night thoughts of them sharing a bed together and just having moments like these. Plus, honestly he's quietly celebrating that they evidently feel comfortable around him enough to fall asleep.
As mildly surprised as he is about it at first, Dante has also never felt more touched knowing the person he pines for evidently trusts him enough to sleep not just beside him, but on him too. He makes a point to move as little as possible in fear of waking you up. It would be such a crime and a shame to wake them up, especially with how cute they look while being so peacefully snuggled up on his shoulder like that.
Besides, if they're gonna snooze on his shoulder and keep him from doing anything else, it's only right that he joins them too, right?
Vergil:
Vergil.exe has stopped computing. Rebooting. Rebooting.
Vergil would most likely to be the type where if it were anyone else, you know they'd likely be getting a hell of an annoyed glare by the time they wake up. That, or they'd be carefully moved to sleep in a different position at least. Granted you still may get a small lecture even as his crush if you've been neglecting your body and not getting enough rest. It's a lecture out of love and concern he swears.
Though, fortunately for his crush, they unknowingly have a number of benefits with Vergil. And fortunately getting to peacefully sleep on his shoulder gets to be one of them.
Fortunately with being half devil, both him and Dante are basically living furnaces, so he can't entirely blame them for deciding to make him their nearest pillow. Doesn't mean he at all knows how to react at first when it happens, of course. It wouldn't be surprising if he froze up at first, determined to not move a muscle to risk waking you up and having an even more awkward moment to deal with.
Congrats, you get to have sleeping-cat-on-lap privileges. And unless there is an emergency great enough to warrant him moving, Vergil is likely not going to budge an inch as mentioned. Man would probably have a book on hand anyway to read while you slept, moving ever so carefully as he did.
He does ponder about what to say when you do inevitably wake up, going over various scenarios in his head so as not to make a fool out of either of you. The last thing he needs is to give Dante or even Nero any material for future teasing.
Dante finding out about his not-so-secret pining was a headache enough with what he gets every time you're somehow brought up in conversation. The walls and furniture of Dante's shop have scarcely known a stay of not being impaled since.
Much like his brother, Vergil has secretly thought about little moments like this, little private moments of intimacy and trust the two of you might share; especially on late nights and gloomy rainy days that are perfect for cuddling on the sofa while Vergil reads. Preferably reading to you if you'd be interested in listening, even if its just something to help you fall asleep.
It's one of his favorite day dreams that always fills his chest with a warm and pleasant flutter (even compared to the ones that leave him preoccupied with the last minute cold showers that last much longer than usual).
Nero:
Similar to Vergil, Nero has that awkward moment where he's not entirely sure what to do, eventually going the route where he tries to play it cool and act like it's no big deal or anything. Not like his heart is secretly racing what feels like a million miles an hour while he tries to "get his head together."
So long as nothing big is going on, he'll likely try to find something to keep his mind occupied while you blissfully slept. No point in getting more flustered than he already was, and god forbid Nico or Dante saw him like this. He'd never hear the end of it knowing them.
Nero would undoubtedly try to make sure there was little noise around while you did, even giving Nico the stink eye if she decides to be her usual loud self. Hell, the teasing will be tolerable if she can at least do it when you're not around and definitely not while you're passed out on his shoulder. If you saw him as flushed and embarrassed as he was, he think he might just spontaneously combust on the spot. Or at least he quietly hopes he will anyway.
Is definitely the type where he'd try to find ways to make you more comfortable while you sleep. Are you shivering at all? He'll try and carefully get a blanket (though will probably end up getting some silent support from Kyrie--we do love a good wing-woman).
Does you neck look a little uncomfortable? Cue Nero trying to carefully reposition you as best he can so you don't wake up with a sore as hell neck. Last thing he needs is you to wake up with a massive crick in your neck from falling asleep on him wrong of all things. He wants to be associated with nice things; especially when it comes to feeling comfortable to sleep against him like this.
Despite his best attempts to play it off later like it's no big deal by the time you wake up, it's hard not to see his adorably flushed face as he smiles. If nothing else, it will certainly be one of those rare moments he'll treasure for as long as possible. Now, if only he could work up the nerve to confess and ask you out properly...
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angelltheninth · 5 months
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NNN Day 10 with Dante Sparda
Pairing: Dante Sparda x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, mentioned teasing, feral sex, creampie, breeding kink, marking, desk sex
A/N: When the animated series comes out I will be insufferable about him. And probably Virgil too.
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"Ten days! I went ten whole days without fucking this little pussy!" Dante pressed you against the desk in his office hard enough you thought it would break under the force of his thrusts. "You sure didn't make it any easier for me! Tempting my with those high heels and skits and your boobs almost jumping out at me when we're on missions. You never used to dress like that before."
You didn't want to tell him that it was all for the sake of teasing him. You knew Dante had an ego, and you knew how well he fucked when it was fed. "I didn't use to before I met you. What can I say? Guess you corrupted me Dante."
His grin was, well devilsh to say the least, cocky for sure, "Is that right baby? You go dumb for my cock do you? Want me so bad you couldn't stand to wait for an entire month. Couldn't wait for us to get started on making that baby." That's right, you talked about starting a family before. It was something that went from dirty talk in the heat of the moment to pillow talk, "I'll make that your reality, right now, I'm gonna breed this temptress hole of yours. It only takes once from my kind but I'll keep doing it until I see you big and round."
The amount of precaution you had to take when having sex with Dante drove you crazy. He hated condoms, human birth control was no good since he wasn't fully human, the only thing was specialized medicine that tasted like fucking shit. You hated the taste of it so much that you asked Dante to fuck your throat and come into your mouth just to get the taste out.
"Just to be sure." Dante leaned over, growling, hissing, snarling as his teeth turned into sharp fangs which he then sunk into your shoulder. "Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine." He chanted as his cum blasted at your insides, coating your walls with his thick, white, warm seed, all of it shoved deep into your womb to take and get impregnanted with. Seems like those ten days were well worth the wait.
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notrattus · 2 months
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sittin' pretty - [dante sparda]
he’s been picturing you on the back of his eyelids for so many nights now, until finally he can have you exactly the way he imagined…
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ft. dante x f!reader
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content: porn no plot, oral sex (f!receiving), face sitting, male masturbation, and i think that’s all?? just needed this out of my brain into the world </3 (half arsed the proofread because im tired so please excuse any errors!!)
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“Oh c’mon. Don’t keep me waiting, darling.”
Dante’s drawl comes low and gravelly as his hands keep a white knuckle grip on your hips, fingertips pressing dints into soft skin. Your knees rest beside his ears that are flushed red at the tips and thighs bracket his head with a hand fisted into unkempt silver hair. You tug at the strands teasingly.
“Don’t rush me.” You chide playfully, sighing a laugh. “I’m not used to this.” Your words are nothing more than a whisper that trembles with your nerves, swallowing the lump in your throat and bringing your hips forward to hover above his face.
He purses his lips and turns his head to the side, caressing a hand down the outside of your thigh as he presses a couple of gentle, messy kisses to the inside of your leg. Dante’s touch is tantalisingly rough. The drag of the toughened skin on his palms raking over your body makes you want to squirm and the press of his kiss-bitten lips sends static rolling over you, compelling you to give way to desire.
“It’s okay, angel.” He murmurs softly, looking up at you with that glazed over stare and half lidded eyes, a mind so clouded by lust. He urges his chin forward as if trying to reach you but your hand in his hair keeps him pinned back against the pillow.
“It’s no different than before, yeah? You’ve just gotta sit pretty for me. Whenever you’re ready.” Dante’s tone is patient and voice velvety, never straying away from the reassurance you need so badly to hear. His hands trail around to the tops of your thighs and squeeze encouragingly, thumbs rubbing small circles that calm your racing thoughts.
It’s not as if you haven’t been this vulnerable with Dante before, stripped down and bearing all, goosebump littered skin exposed to air and lascivious touches. But it’s the first time you’ve loomed above him like this. You’re not used to looking down at the smug smirk he wears or having him pinned beneath you so effortlessly. It’s as thrilling as it is nerve wracking.
But he’d been thinking about this for weeks. It was only a matter of time until he couldn’t stand to wait anymore.
When you went to lie back into the sheets as you always do, ready for him to clamber above you and have his way, Dante couldn’t help but groan. Though it wasn’t his usual grumble of impatience, no, this one sounded far more exasperated. You were struck with confusion as he slovenly kissed his way up your neck, grazing over every erroneous spot he’d already doted on, to hover his lips by your ear and utter his confession.
“Angel?” He whispered, lying between your legs.
“Hm?” You tried to push back at his shoulder to get a good look at his face but his stance was steadfast, a familiar weight that caged you to the mattress. He nosed against your temple and breathed you in unabashedly.
“I uh, I was thinking- How about we try something else, change it up a bit?” His timbre was rough, impatient, and the way he brazenly groped you over your thin clothes gave away his desperation. As did his hard cock pressing heavy against your thigh, restricted by the cover of his leathers.
“Oh?” Came your little mumble of surprise, a gasp hidden behind a giggle. “Yeah? Is there something you were thinki-“
“Mhm. ‘Want you to sit on my face.” His words were rushed and slurred like even the idea of it was enough to cloud his mind, the image having played on the back of his eyelids countless times before. With eyes closed he was rolling his hips into yours and pushing his hands under your shirt hastily, picturing you in such a compromising way.
“Please? It'll feel good, you know? ‘Promise.”
The little moan you let out at the thought of it was exactly the reaction Dante was hoping for, the implication that you could fulfill that little fantasy, it made his cock twitch behind the fabric pulled taut. You nodded and hurried to pull him into a kiss.
Quick work was made of your clothes. Some seams were popped and torn in the flurry as he hungrily sought out the warmth of your bare skin, ducking his head to litter kisses on every exposed inch. It took your palm being gently pressed to his forehead to get him to ease up, take a little more time with you. The apology was as sheepish as his beaming smile.
He flipped the both of you over with flustering ease once the fabric was cast aside and forgotten in a pile on the floor, landing with a soft ‘puff’ on fluffed up sheets. The air was growing stuffy as warm, gasping breaths filled the room and it fuelled your anticipation cruelly. Only his grey boxers were left, having snatched you by the wrist when you tried to reach for the waistband.
“Ah- You first, baby.” He tsked with a tone that grew deeper, a sultry lining to his words. “‘Can't wait any longer, gonna make you feel so good.”
It took some getting comfortable, a fit of bubbly, giddy laughter and ‘are you sure?’ before you were able to steel your nerves enough to straddle his face, watching him buzz with excitement as his steady hands took purchase on your hips. He was sure.
“There you go.” Dante laid himself down to the sheets so willingly, unwaveringly eager and trying his best to be patient. But he didn’t even try to mask the whisper of ‘yes yes yes’ that kept echoing under his breath. He couldn’t help it. He needs this.
But now that nagging of something doubtful, something anxious, was boiling over again and you found yourself frozen above him, chest heaving with shaky breaths.
“Angel? You with me?” Dante gently prompts, again squeezing your thighs in those calloused hands. “Watcha thinking about? Hm?” His gaze was steadily trained on you, blown pupils that swallow the icy blue and make the pound of your heartbeat that much faster. He looks wild with it, his self restraint pulled thin.
You spare a sheepish smile and a small shrug of your shoulders. “Dunno, maybe I’m just feeling the pressure with you staring at me like that.” Your smile pulls wider, a creeping in of playfulness that keeps the mood light. He pretends to be scandalised, thick brows furrowed with a wrinkle in the middle and lips fallen to part. He quickly muscles down his look of offence for something far sweeter.
“Well, there’s no pressure, baby. You know that, don’t ya?” His tone and demeanour softens in an instant, hands slackening the grip on your thighs in favour of sweeping up and down soothingly. You let out an airy laugh.
“I know, I know.” You nod, humming. “It’s just what you do.” His bemused look swiftly returns as you card your hand through his hair, sweeping back the long, wispy strands and showing off his handsome face. The delicate touch makes him shudder.
“What? Am I making you nervous?” A grin begins to pull Dante’s lips up, a mix of something smug and something impish as he knowingly raises his brows at you. You grumble a shy retort but he takes your sudden quietness as confirmation, licking his lips as his bravado swells with that typical kind of self confidence he so loves to boast.
“Aw, that’s it, hm?” A low laugh rumbles from the back of his throat, broad shoulders shaking with mirth beneath you. “Oh angel, you’re so sweet. How about this? ‘This better?”
Still smiling so smugly Dante closes his eyes and tips his head back a little, each movement slow and exaggerated to guide your gaze. His tepid hands return to your hips to give a guiding yet gentle tug forward, just enough to punctuate his point, to emphasise his haste. You can’t help but giggle again, made bashful by his fervour.
Because it’s not that, it’s the tension. Like a burning up all along your skin you feel the anticipation eating away at you, making you freeze up as your body flushes hot from head to toe. Having told yourself that you’re not used to this only made you worse but the dull ache you feel is begging for relief. And as the desperation grows more fiery all it takes is a little more sultry coaxing.
“Come on darlin’. You know you want to.”
Swallowing the hitch in your throat you give his hair a subtle tug, a warning before you shuffle forward and bring your hips down, inching closer to his tipped up chin that waits for you. He listens to the rustle of your knees on the sheets, your shallow breaths that ring in his ears, and feels the subtle squeeze of your legs either side of his ears. He’s dreamt of this moment.
If he could bear to take a hand off you he would stroke himself to this, slow pumps of his fist as slow as your adjusting movements, savouring every second. The anticipation makes his skin hot, his chest tight and boxers tighter. He’s aching for it, but his painstaking patience will reward him.
He’s smiling, still, Dante is smiling as you carefully sit on his face.
The brazen groan that leaves his lips is instantaneous, hands squeezing your hips almost too tight and tugging you down to him. He wastes no time licking a messy, firm line along your cunt with the flat of his tongue, the boiling over of his impatience resulting in hurried actions. At last.
It's the perfect amount of pressure, a spark that bounces up your skin and makes an unbidden moan punch out of your throat. You double over on yourself with the force of it, hunched with fingers curling tightly into his hair.
“Oh fuck-“ You let slip a strained whine, trying to balance your weight above him with one hand pressed to the pillow to stabilise yourself. But his hands slide around to the backs of your thighs and with a mean grip pull you down ever closer, trying to wordlessly encourage you to rely your weight onto him.
“C’mon.” Dante grumbles into the crease where your leg meets your cunt. “Sit, baby. Properly.”
A small sound of confusion passes your lips before he tugs again and you are made to bear down onto your knees, buckling beneath his strong, commandeering touches. Your mind goes foggy immediately, finding it hard to think straight with all the sloppy kisses he drapes over your cunt, some left with small licks and others with a gentle suck. You give way to his insistence without another thought, not even consideration. You trust him to guide you through this.
It’s only a slight shift, an additional pressure perched on his chin, but it makes all the difference for Dante. The sound that rumbles out of his throat is obscene, what can only be described as a low growl that muffles against your body and gargles with his spit.
“There she is.”
His eyes flicker open for a split second, half lidded and lazy, just to meet your gaze before he starts languidly licking up your glistening cunt. Each stroke of his tongue is unapologetic, a smearing of drool as he grunts with each firm press that sends little shockwaves roving along your skin. Timid moans tumble from your lips, an outpouring in place of a thank you. The tension is melting away already as your body finally adjusts and you let go of what little hesitancy you had left.
Dante was right, this is not so different than usual. He’s just as sloven and hungry, squeezing at your thighs with a powerful grip and surging closer with every kiss so that the tip of his nose squishes against the bump of your cunt. But the heat that bristles up over your skin is sharper than usual, it tingles like pins and needles instead of thrumming like goosebumps. And you can’t put your finger on why.
Glancing down at him you see the wrinkle on the bridge of his ridged nose and the slight flicker of his eyelids. You swear you can still feel his adoring stare from behind them.
A careful tug at his hair has him craning his neck to bury his face further into you with spit slicked lips seeking out your clit. A couple of opened mouthed kisses with a tease of tongue has him there immediately, groaning as he closes his lips around the sensitive bud. Your hips lurch forward and something fiery flickers low in your gut, a surge of pleasure that makes your toes curl.
“Oh my- Dante-” Your voice wobbles as he gently sucks behind the seam of his lips, fuelling the fire that sparks inside you. “Yes, yesyesyes, oh god-“
Another tug has him gasping down a shaky breath before sucking harder and flicking over your clit with the tip of his tongue. His head is swimming, chest burning with the ache of yearning that makes the back of his throat feel dry, choked, but it’s bliss. Dante struggles not to squirm, bucking his hips into the air as if trying to find friction but the lack thereof makes a sharp shiver roll over him.
Your eyes never leave him, drinking in the sight as the ripples of pleasure fall stronger. His eyes rest closed and the skin crinkles at the corners, showing off those crows feet you know oh so well, like he’s grinning still. And so are you.
Your ragged breathing gets gradually quicker and you’re rolling your hips without even realising, unknowingly grinding down against his mouth. Shifting the angle of your hips he sinks lower to lave his tongue all over you, spreading you open and prodding at your dripping hole. But it’s a more than welcome intrusion.
Dante looks so sullied this way, with a sheen of your arousal on the tip of his nose and eyes shut so tight his features scrunch endearingly.
That’s it. That’s the difference that makes the fire burn in its new, twisted way. Beneath you like this the bravado he typically maintains is completely melted away, ravaged by the unabating fervour that commands his every move. The groans he lets out are more carnal as they reverb against your skin and each one somehow seems more… sincere.
You’re ruining him without even meaning to.
More of your own lewd outcries fill the room as something tense begins twisting taut in your gut, the familiar build of your climax. The sensation spurs on the eager drag of your hips but as the fire builds your movements begin to stutter, struggling to keep up the smooth glide. An ache is beginning to settle itself down like a weight on your legs and it sets in fast, unfairly so.
It takes Dante a moment to notice as he’s too absorbed in the sloppy circles he draws with his tongue, each one punctuated with a wet slurping noise. The noise makes a shudder shoot down your spine and you still your movements as a bubbling up of embarrassment steals your breath, making a lump hitch in your throat that echoes with a timid gasp.
He grunts lowly when he feels you at a sudden standstill and both of his rough hands squeeze your thighs twice in quick succession. There’s a slight pause and his mouth stills too, reluctantly so, bringing his chin down to create the tiniest gap between your bodies. But his breath is still hot against you, lapping over your cunt with the steady rhythm of his panting.
“Darling? You okay?” Dante asks in a whisper with his voice falling stronger thanks to the rasp in his tone. His eyes flutter open just a slither, barely enough to gaze up at you but still you shiver at the sight, heart hammering at an impossible pace. You nod hastily with a small, bashful smile.
“Yeah? Want me to keep goin’?” He gulps.
You know what he truly means to say is ‘please, let me keep going,’ and the way his hands caress up your hips to your waist makes it apparent. He’s insatiable, always desperate to feel every inch of your soft skin, to memorise every beauty mark and curve. He’s a man of limited restraint but for you he can bite back the cravings that take up his thoughts. But only if he has to.
“Mhm.” You murmur, untangling your hand from his silky, silver hair and resting both on the headboard to support yourself. “Just got tired.”
That earns a laugh out of him, an airy, chesty sound that’s no louder than his doting whispers but you feel the rumble of his mirth beneath you once more. He kisses the inside of your thigh tenderly and you can feel the grin that’s pulling his lips thin.
“Oh, angel.” Dante tsks, all faux disappointment and typical playfulness. “Already? Maybe we should switch things up more often then, get you used to it.” His words are still mumbled, still dangerously close to your spit-sullied cunt. His eyes fall heavily closed again and he presses a chaste kiss to your clit, making your whole body jolt and a gasp rip out of your chest.
“That’s okay.” Another kiss and his sultry words interrupted by your high whine. “I’ll do the work this time.”
Eager hands rove over your skin with undeterred hunger, that buzzing warmth his touch always carries from a body that runs so hot. He shows no patience with how he returns to brazenly licking your cunt and groans at the heady taste that washes over his tongue. There’s little to no rhythm or pattern, just a mad rush of unbridled hunger.
“Mmph!” You hurry to smack a hand down over your mouth and muffle your sweet moans as that nerve-numbing sensation of pleasure kickstarts all over again. Your toes curl and your back arches involuntarily, your body at the mercy of that molten fire that stokes low in your gut. And Dante too, of course.
With short nails raking over your skin he takes handfuls of your ass, using the leverage to hastily rock you against this face. It’s all a bit lax, uneven movements and the bucking of your hips, but his unapologetic groping has control over your body and with every drag your clit grazes over the tip of his nose. You shiver at the brisk contact.
Quickly abandoning your attempt to mask your pretty cries a roaring moan of his name punches out of your chest, eliciting a pleased grunt from him. He purposely urges his face closer to be flush against your cunt, leaving him panting down a gulp of air between each bold lick that teases your entrance.
It’s just the right amount of tension to cause your achy thighs to tremble and that coiling knot to twist tighter, forming a deep pit in your stomach. You try to roll your hips in sync with his manhandling but it’s too much to keep up with and you find yourself squirming above him. Just the way he likes it.
“Dante-“ You utter in a ragged whimper. “You’re so- ah! So good-“
The praise has him thrusting his hips into the air and groaning all the more, a breathless, throaty noise that’s near enough to a snarl. It only makes him greedier. His tongue shallowly plunges into your spit smeared hole and you cry out for more, involuntarily clenching when he closes his lips around you and grossly slurps.
“Dante please!”
He lets slip a carnal moan that thunders against you and you’re too caught up in the nerve numbing sensation to notice when one of his hands leaves your skin, burning up too much to realise the lack of his warmth. His own touch skips down his torso, an urgent brush of contact that hurries beneath the belt line, the pad of his thumb bristling over his scruffy happy trail. It was only a matter of time until the ache of neglect became too much for him.
Tucking his hand under the elastic waistband of his boxers Dante wraps deft fingers around his cock, caring not the mess of sticky pre-cum he’s unsurprised to find. With a swipe of his thumb over his ruddy tip he gathers the smear of it, slicking it down his shaft and beginning to slowly pump his fist.
The attentions of his mouth never slow or falter, practised and precise ministrations that have you hurtling towards your climax. A sweeping stroke of his tongue spreads you open for him and his nose again nudges your clit before your hips roll back and his lips return to the sensitive bud. He wastes no time closing his lips around it and flicking little licks that make you choke up on your own whines.
“Fuck!” Your thighs squeeze tighter around his head as you begin to lose command over your legs, that numbing feeling growing stronger as all of your focus is stolen by the twisting coil in your gut. You’re wound so tight that it’s near painful, a deep seated desperation that has you using up the last of your energy to grind down on Dante’s face, but you’re right at the edge, body thrumming with the build up.
“Please,” You stifle. “I need- I’m so-“
Dante grunts a terse ‘mhm’ between each ripple of his tongue on your poor, puffy clit, and nods his head a fraction to add that extra friction that has you tensing up your whole lower body as if bracing yourself. You try to take steady breaths to pace the frantic beating of your heart but it’s so echoing so loud in your ears that you can no longer hear his groans and you know you’re soon to crash, waiting painstakingly for the wave to hit.
His one hand keeps busy kneading the plush of your ass while with the other he rashly pumps his trembling fist around his cock to draw himself towards his own orgasm. There was no buildup, very few adjusting strokes before he began swiftly jerking himself off to every sweet noise you made and the taste of you blinding out his senses. It was desperate, merciless, just the way he wants it.
Every breath you take is punctuated by a high moan and that fiery knot is pulled so tight you can actually feel the burn. But a few more languid licks work to assuage the fire as the cord finally, finally snaps.
A scream of his name tears out of your throat that’s gone sore from your breathlessness and your whole body locks up momentarily, head thrown back and legs jolting to clamp down on his ears. It’s a flooding of bliss that makes you see stars behind your eyelids, a bristling of tantalising warmth that surges from head to toe, there’s no feeling quite like it. It’s earth shattering.
The spill of your orgasm onto Dante’s tongue has him roaring a moan flush to your skin, hungrily licking you clean with brazen fervour. His eyelids flutter and his nose scrunches, head lurching up from the sheets and shoulders following the sudden movement, but with your own eyes closed you don’t see his undoing.
There’s a flash of white behind his eyelids like a stream of blessed light piercing through cloud cover and his heart skips a beat, suspended in the blinding sensation for a long moment. With another carnal groan he finishes all over his hand, a shameful spurt that sullies his underwear and leaves the fabric dark with the mess. But it’s heaven, enveloped in everything you can give to him, the warmth, the weight, the taste. It’s all you.
It takes a couple of quick passing minutes for you to each come back down to earth, blinking away the haze that muddled your thoughts. You steal a glance down at Dante and find his eyes still closed but his features have finally relaxed, smoothing out the furrow in his brow. Even the sight of him is enough to make that timid bashfulness creep up on you and you hurriedly move away from him, shuffling down his body to straddle his stomach instead, your hands coming to rest on his toned chest.
The shift of your weight brings him back to his senses, eyes shooting open as he sits up and holds himself up on one elbow, the other hand still tucked beneath his briefs. He swallows the hitch in his throat and smiles lazily at you, lips wet with an obscene sheen that’s dribbled down underneath his chin in streaks. The sight makes your face feel impossibly hot.
“Dante,” You utter through a hushed giggle, the sound of disbelief. “Oh my goodness, you’re a mess.” One hand comes up to cup his clenched jaw and he gladly leans into the well of your palm, his own, heartier laugh filling the stuffy air.
“Yeah? Does it suit me?” His retort is just as smug and smooth as usual despite the way his pupils still seem to tremble as he drinks in the sight of you. But you can’t be mad at the dopey smile on his face that pushes his eyes to squint. Another, louder laugh bubbles up from your dry throat and you smack him on the shoulder lightheartedly.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He simpers charmingly.
Having had a moment to stop and breathe the fatigue starts to set it heavy on your limbs, making you hang your head and let out an exasperated sigh. You hear Dante hum as his hand comes back to reach for you and squeezes your waist gently, a silent coaxing to bring you back to him.
“You okay, angel? Did that feel good?” His voice has softened back down to his usual, velvety whisper, and he begins to sweep soothing caresses up and down your back. You nod hurriedly and melt down further into tiredness thanks to the delicate touches, such a stark contrast to the moments prior.
“God, yes. So good, Dante. ‘Felt so good.” Is all you can manage to utter while making some coherent sense, beaming a giddy smile for him.
“Told you it would, baby. ‘Did for me too.” He gives you both another minute to catch your breath before he begins shifting his weight again, sitting up taller as if with intention to stand. “How about we get cleaned up then, yeah?”
Your brows pinch in the middle like his so often do, that look of bemusement that makes your mind stall for a moment, trying to catch up.
“But… What about you?” You ask quietly, going shy as if you shouldn’t be asking the question at all. You glance over your shoulder and Dante makes a small sound of protest, hissing through his teeth and going quiet, uncharacteristically so.
You take in the sight of the dark patch on his light grey boxers, the way they’re half pulled down to indecently expose his cockhead and his hand resting on his v-line with the sheen of his spend over the back is his knuckles. You gulp and stare for longer than you’re meant to, only turning back to him when he chuckles, low and curt.
“Told you it felt good for me too, angel.”
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DMC Boys x Reader – Taking Your Virginity Headcanons
Parings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, Nero, V x Reader
Synopsis/Author's Note: Headcanons for how the Devil May Cry boys would treat you if you were to offer them your first time.
Disclaimer: Some of these stories have moments that should not be replicated. Not all of these guys handle the situation the best and, if applied to real life, it can result in some hurt feelings, anger, and/or sadness. You all be safe, use your wits and gut feelings out there when you have your first time/give someone their first time.
Science Fact I Learned For This: A girl's hymen is NOT some wall/barrier that is broken through. It is a tissue that naturally has a hole in it big enough to let menstrual blood through. The whole idea of it hurting and/or bleeding the first time a girl has penetrative sex is because it may not be used to being stretched that far and can tear, not because it is punctured/broken through. There are, of course, exceptions to this but this is the general idea. Some people may have known this but in case you didn’t, you just learned something today like me! ^^
Dante
His reaction and treatment will change a bit depending on his age (aka what game time you are in) but many things will be consistent.
He always understands how much trust and courage it takes to give someone your first time and it means a lot to him that you want to choose him.
Whether he is in his late teens and gives you a shocked expression then a giddy smile as he says “Wait, really? Thanks! I’ll be sure to give you the time of your life.” or in his early 40s where he pauses for a moment to process before giving you a patient and gentle smile, saying “Of course, I’d be honoured to.”, he appreciates the gesture and does not take it for granted. Although, the older he is the more touched he is that you wanted to do this with him of all people.
This is not to say he isn’t going to make jokes and be silly about it. He takes the moment with all due respect, but he can’t help cracking jokes as that is just who he is. Secretly though, he is also trying to get you to lighten up about the idea. He knows how stressful losing your virginity can be, hell he went through it himself, and he hoped that by making light of it he could offer some levity to what he knows is going to inevitably be an awkward and uncomfortable time. If you can laugh at the mishaps instead of curling up and dying a bit inside, then his jokes have done their job.
Though not all of his jokes will land and may seem a bit insensitive at times, know that he is never laughing at you or mocking you, just trying to make you smile and relax.
When the night comes, he does what he can to make you feel secure. He locks all the doors and unplugs the phone to avoid interruptions. He offers you food and a bath before you start, and takes a shower himself. He makes preparations, like getting water, condoms, and lube, and lays them out so that you can see them and feel secure by their presence. And he will have a conversation with you beforehand.
If you try to fight the conversation, he will dip into his hardly ever used mature-adult mode.
“Hey now, no hiding from this babe.” Dante chuckles lightly as he gently pulls the pillow away from your face. “I know it’s embarrassing but we gotta talk about this, at least this first time, okay?”
He needs to make some things clear, define boundaries, and try to explain what to expect. He continues to throw in jokes to lighten the mood or will otherwise smile at you sympathetically, inwardly finding your bashfulness endearing.
He takes things nice and slow, verbally asking for consent and telling you what he intends to do so as to not catch you off guard.
He also takes into account what makes you feel secure. For example, do you feel better being covered by his body, whether he kneels over you or partially lays on you? Does the pressure and closeness calm you? Then he will do that. Or, alternatively, would that freak you out and make you feel trapped? If so then he will stay sitting up or lying beside you to give you space and so you see that you can escape if you want, not that he was holding you there, but it is an unconscious thing.
If your hymen does end up tearing it is not quite as panic-inducing as it could be thanks to Dante warning you beforehand that you might feel pain and that he stays calm, acting as an anchor while you settle from the sting.
He will stop. Not pulling out or pushing forward, just sit inside you and coddle you until you are ready. And if you have any questions like “What happened?”, “Am I going to be okay?”, and “Why does it hurt so much?”, he will patiently answer them with little to no jokes as he knows this is probably the most emotionally and physically intense part of a woman losing her virginity.
If at any point you panic and tell him that you want to stop, he will stop but not retreat. He will hold his position for a moment, let you breathe, and then ask how you are feeling. Do you really want to stop, because he will, or are you just anxious? After dating you for a while, he has gotten really damn good at knowing when you are overwhelmed and just need a break.
If you do truly want to stop though, or are generally not enjoying yourself, he will stop. He won't be upset or take it personally. He knows losing your v-card is a lot to handle and sometimes, no matter how sexy and skilled your partner may be, you may just not be into it. He can relate. He will even tell you of some of his sexual misadventures if he thinks it will make you laugh.
Either way, he will want to push aside any negative emotions you are feeling as soon as possible and bring back your smile. And maybe tomorrow you two can talk about what you didn’t like and how to make things better for you in the future.
He finds you and your flustered reactions adorable. He has done this dance quite a few times and some of the sweet intimacy feelings have faded over the years, but seeing you get bashful or excited warms his heart.
And when, if everything goes well, you do cum, Dante just wants to watch you flex, twist, moan, and enjoy your first orgasm.
He isn’t picky about whether he finishes this first time around or not. He will try of course so you can feel the full extent of his desire for you. But if you are completely tuckered out, he can settle without, and maybe even make a joke about it.
As you drift down from your high Dante lays beside you with an at-peace smile, playing with your hair, basking in your happiness.
Once you are down on earth again though he is back to his talkative self. Mostly making jokes and asking if you’re hungry.
“How about we order pizza, turn on some trash TV, and cuddle the night away.”
He does not ask how he did as your clear pleasure was plenty enough for him to know he was treating you well. If you do take the time to praise or thank him though, you’ll get to see a softer version of his proud smile paired with a rare blush as he thanks you in return.
Reboot Dante
It depends if you are a random person he met at a club or his partner.
If you are random and you tell him you have never had sex before, he will want to back out. Not because he finds that gross or a turn-off, it’s more so that he himself regrets how he had his first time and doesn’t want someone else’s to be like this.
Dante probably had his first sexual experience far younger than he should have, like 13-14 yours old, with an older woman, out of a desire to act older than he actually was, his street kid lifestyle, and fuck-authority mindset. As an adult, and as he gains more stable and healthy relationships through Kat and Vergil, he is starting to realize how that negatively affects him.
He does not fully understand how it messed with him, he isn’t emotionally mature enough for that yet, but he does know that he doesn’t really want to ruin someone else’s first time if he can help it.
He can’t really articulate this though, still too attached to some toxic masculine pride traits and the aforementioned lack of emotional maturity, so he will say some things like “You sure? Don’t you want to pop your cherry with someone you love or some shit like that?”
If you are his partner, he will think the same thing but probably won’t say it out loud.
Either way, he is going to have a tough time. He knows he should be slower, gentler, and comforting but that’s not really his style, so he is out of his element.
If he has advance warning, as in you are his partner and told him at some point that you were a virgin, and the time grows close, he will awkwardly go to Kat for advice. And, if he really loved you (and he was a bit drunk), he may just work up the nerve to ask his brother how to be a gentleman for you.
No matter what though, he is kind of awkward about it.
He doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it because that is stupid, cheesy, and would put more pressure on you both to perform well. This helps in the beginning, making it so the lead-up of kisses, gropes, and rubbings are casual and playful.
As soon as you start to grow nervous and hesitant though, the switch is flipped and Dante is not the same. He will do his damnedest to keep up the cool and confident aura on the outside, but the nerves on the inside will leak out eventually.
He spends the whole time flipping between holding himself back, worrying about how he is doing, and agitation. He is so strung up that he honestly cannot really enjoy it, especially not in a sexually satisfying way. But he at least understands that this is not about him or his pleasure.
This first time, and probably the next handful of goes, it is about you. That does not stop him from jerking off later to get it out of his system and to make sure he doesn’t lose control on you.
He does, however, gain some satisfaction if you are able to enjoy yourself. Even if he is not able to be sexually gratified due to preferring rougher sex and not being able to have that with you this first time, to see you cum and be overall pleased by the end makes it worth all the struggle he went through.
On the other hand, if you are dissatisfied or request to stop in the middle, he is upset. He isn’t angry with you, he is angry at himself for fucking up so bad, though he can’t communicate this properly in the moment so it may come off badly.
If things go that wrong, he may just want to split up for the night.
If you are someone he just met that night at a club, he will send you home. He won’t be a total ass and just kick you out. He will at least walk you home or somewhere where you can make the rest of the trip yourself/with friends safely, but he can’t stand the awkwardness and emotions of having you stay the night after that.
If you are his partner, he will suggest that he just leave, even if you are at his place/in his room. You can convince him to stay, though he doesn’t have the heart to simply cuddle after he, as far as he is concerned, ruined things, so you would have to do something else like watch a movie to get your minds off of it.
If applicable, you can try to assure him all you want that he did nothing wrong and it was your own nerves/insecurities, and Dante may say he understands, but it is easy to tell that he 100% blames himself.
This guilt is even worse if your hymen ends up tearing because holly shit. He knows it can happen to some women, but he is not properly educated on this stuff and he has never seen it. To him, a bit of blood, even during sex, was not unheard of and never really bothered him. But if you start to cry, scream, and/or panic, he freaks out. He pulls out of you right away and starts asking what's wrong, even if somewhere in his racing mind he knows what is wrong. You can convince him to continue but he is rattled after that.
Post sex, assuming everything went well, he will be on edge. He is used to long nights of multiple rounds of foreplay and sex, sometimes with multiple people. So, going just one round, which possibly didn’t bring him to orgasm, at least not a fully satisfying one, left him with a lot of pent-up energy.
Depending on how wound up he is, he may try to gently encourage you to keep going by lavishing your neck in kisses, licks, and little bites, and grinding against you. But if you make it clear that you are done, he will back off.
He will cuddle you until you fall asleep, then probably slip off to a shower to finish himself. He will come back though and fall asleep wrapped around you, finding himself oddly satisfied. Not sexually satisfied, nor satisfied in the idea that he got to take a virgin. Instead, it was a satisfaction in making you happy for your first time, something he secretly wishes he was with his own, and you having chosen to share it with him.
Vergil
Vergil is maybe not be the best pick to have your first time with. He is proud, straightforward, and is also lacking in tact. This can make him come off as cold, unsympathetic, or even cruel.
He does care about you and does not want to hurt you, physically or emotionally, but he can’t communicate this well and his usual way of telling people there is no need to worry is by asserting that they are foolish and are wasting their breath on needless indecision.
This is first seen when you let slip that you are a virgin. He blatantly asks why you are telling him this.
“I care for you; you care for me. At some point we may consummate our bond through physical means. What does it matter how much experience either of us have in such things?”
If he were to articulate his thoughts and feelings better, he would further explain that he does not see sex as anything that special or as a requirement in a relationship. It is simply another, more primal and physically gratifying, way to express affection and trust. And to eventually create spawn but that comes further down the line.
He may need to have someone, whether it be you or his brother or even a mutual acquaintance like Lady, explain to him how emotionally taxing it can be for someone to have their first time. He will take note of it and be more conscious of your possibly complicated emotions on this, but his actions won’t really change.
He does not press you for it; he just waits until the moment feels right and then whisks you away to his bedroom.
If you show hesitation, he will push you to make up your mind. Again, he is not intending to make you feel pressured or like he does not care. He wants you to make a decision and follow through with it.
Do you want to stop here? Then say so clearly so you both do not waste time fanning the flames of passion just to snuff them out at their hottest moment and regret it after.
Do you want this now? Do you want him now? Then take him. Don’t concern yourself with the trivial restrictions of human societal limitation or personal doubt on how one of your gender, situation, or age should act. Grab hold of the moment by the reins, charge forward, and take what you both desire.
Vergil is not overly gentle with you, even if it is your first time. What point is there in treating you like you are made of glass when it will not properly prepare you for truly passionate lovemaking?
Besides, considering he has inhuman speed and power, can transform into a demon, and has an innate desire to breed, he is showing restraint.
If you start to panic and ask him to wait, that it’s too much, slow down, or something to that extent he will scoff. He’ll assert that you are fine and that there is no need to worry. Despite his verbal dismissal, he will stop or slow down as you requested and give you space to adjust.
If he does end up tearing your hymen, he is considerate enough to stop for a moment but will soon get back into it. In his mind, if you dwell on the pain it will only make it worse.
Besides, he believes you to be an intelligent woman so you should be well aware of what dangers lie in being penetrated for the first time. If you don’t, well you are more naïve than he thought.
Similarly to before though, despite what he says he will indeed halt his movements if you believe it would be better or you fall into distress. And while you come to terms with the pain, he reassures you of your strength in ways that may seem a bit harsh, but he means it to be motivating.
“This hurdle is nothing you can’t handle.”
“Do not falter at this small inconvenience.”
“This pain you feel is nothing in comparison to what you have conquered before.”
And when you do push past this, his lips quirk up into a proud smile. He does not praise you out loud though. Instead, he rewards you by lavishing attention on one of your multiple sensitive spots he has already identified and memorized for later use.
He will finish. It doesn’t matter if it is alongside you or if he has to keep pistoning into you while you tremble and whimper in overstimulation.
He claims that it is the price to pay when you have relations with someone. If either participant is left unsatisfied then it is a failure on both ends, the satisfied being a dishonourable thief and the unsatisfied being too weak to fight for what is owed to them.
Secretly though, Vergil was also quickly getting hooked on the sensation of you clinging to him, inside and out, and so he could not stop himself.
If he senses any dissatisfaction from you, he takes it as a personal insult. He will dive back in, no matter your flustered reaction or lack of energy. His ability to pleasure you shall not be questioned so if it takes an hour of pounding into you or burying his face into your core then so be it. Neither of you will rest until you are completely satisfied or your mind and body are numb from pleasure.
When all is said and done, he is quiet. It may seem like he is unhappy or uninterested, but in reality, his mind and body are still buzzing and he is struggling more than he ever has in his life to relax and focus.
Once he does find some clarity he gets up without a word and lifts you into his arms. He is able to hide how weak his legs are at the moment as he carries you to the bath so you may cleanse yourself and relax your muscles in the hot water.
He has no intention of joining you as he would rather address the inconvenient consequences of lovemaking. Condoms need to be thrown away or packed up. The bed sheets need to be removed and thrown in the wash, and then new ones dug out to replace them. Sleeping attire needed to be gathered.
He explains this to you matter-of-factly. But if you look up at him with those pleading, hopeful, beautiful eyes and ask him to stay, he can’t find it in himself to refuse you.
Reboot Vergil
When you first tell him you are a virgin as he briskly types away at his laptop, he initially responds with the same level of interest as if you just told him your favourite colour. Firstly, he is busy with work, as he always is. Secondly, being around Dante has desensitized Vergil so much that any mention of sex and its many facets would pass through his head like a gentle breeze while he keeps his focus on what he is doing.
It could take minutes, it could take hours, but eventually it will click. It hits Vergil like a truck when he realizes what you, his girlfriend, were trying to insinuate when you told him you were a virgin.
He feels stupid.
He feels excited.
And he feels a rush of pride and superiority at the implication that you want him to take your virginity. Out of all the people you have met before, or would ever meet, it was he who won your heart and would be gifted the treasure of taking your innocence.
He casually and calmly brings up the topic again the next time he sees you just to clarify. And when you do, his heart is sent racing while his mind starts formulating the perfect plan.
Thoughts of you quickly take over his mind. He can still focus on work when he needs to, but if he finds himself stuck with a particularly tedious or uninvolved task, such as watching security footage or waiting for his specially made virus to copy and send him all of the data in a company’s database, his mind wanders. And though his thoughts had occasionally drifted to you before, now that he knows what is to come in your relationship, you are all he can think about. This results in him planning a date for your first time together rather than letting it happen naturally.
He will make an event out of it. You two will spend the whole day together, or longer if he has the free time to whisk you away to a vacation, where he gives you his undivided attention and affection. And at the end of the day, he will take you to a luxury suit he booked both because he wanted to keep the dreamlike feeling of the day going and because he did not want to spoil your first time by having you somewhere dark, cold, and crawling with people demanding his attention like The Order headquarters.
He won't throw you down on the bed the moment you step through the door though, no. He will want to spend some time lounging in the suit with you, maybe drinking a bit, eating, talking, all with soft music playing from somewhere. And sprinkled throughout will be tantalizing touches and eye contact to build anticipation.
You two could be talking on the couch and his hand will slide onto your leg, hold still or give a couple of squeezes until he knows you have noticed, then run up and down your leg. Maybe he’ll pull you into a slow dance where you are either forced to look at one another, faces so close your warm breaths mingle together, or you are pressed together so close that you can feel each other's heartbeats. Or he will simply watch you lovingly, not saying a word, until you notice his lack of response and turn to him. He’ll hold your gaze for an agonizing few seconds, then his smile will twist into a grin, his tongue will peak out to lick at his lips as he looks down at yours, or he will bite his bottom lip while raking his eyes over your body. Then he’ll suddenly return to the conversation like nothing happened while secretly reveling in how frazzled he made you without speaking a word or touching you.
He will give you, through just trying to have a good time and directly offering, alcohol and medication beforehand. Nothing that could impair you, only enough to dull the possible pain. He will respect your decision if you decline, but he will have still bought numbing lubricant.
When it comes to actually doing it, he is more of a sensual lover so he is used to a slower and gentler experience.
He is intent on being in control, as he always wants to be, so he will insist that you don’t have to do anything but lay back and enjoy yourself while he takes care of everything.
For example, he will gracefully peel away your clothes and soon after strip himself for you so that you can both bear yourself to each other without any more barriers. This way he can: feel the trust you have in him, and he can show you that it is well placed; enjoy the slow, tantalizing reveal of your body; and get to feel the boost of pride at how you marvel at his body, which you have not yet seen due to his inclination to wear full pants and his coat or long sleeve shirts.
If you start to fuss for whatever reason he will hush and shush you in that gentle, soothing way. With a hand lightly caressing your face, an expression of mature reassurance, and voice in a soft whisper, he’ll say things like “shh, it's alright. I’ve got you; I won't let anything bad happen to you as long as you are here in my arms” and “hush darling, none of that self-doubt, you are doing perfectly”.
This is also his approach to if your hymen tears. The pain will be less severe due to one, or multiple, of the ways he has numbed you and that area, but he knows there is always a chance that the pain will be too great to fully abolish. So as you cry he will hold you, caress you, and assure you that you are fine. Nothing is wrong, this is natural, and that it will be well worth it. You just have to trust in him and his promise to take care of you.
If you demand to stop or are unsatisfied somehow, he will pointedly ask you what he did wrong. He will keep up a calm, patient, in-control demeanour as he fishes for information and reasons, but on the inside he is furious.
He had worked so hard, done so much research, meticulously guided the experience, and yet you are unhappy? Where did he go wrong? Why is he such a failure to the one woman he truly loves? Of all the ways he could have screwed up in his life, this was the most precious and delicate of moments and by ruining it he may have left a permanent scar in your relationship. It is a guilt and self-anger that will hang over him for years. Perhaps even to the end of his days.
Assuming everything goes perfectly, as he is sure it will, he has a plan for after everything is done. He will whisk you away to a bath, or the private hot tub he made sure came with the suit he booked, and feed you food and drinks to lavish you in luxury.
And he will still do that if you want. But when the moment finally comes and you are snuggled up against his heaving chest, hair tousled, clinging to him, eyes closed in exhaustion, and expression that of a gentle, pleased, and at peace smile… all of his plans and train of thought disappear. All he sees, and all he needs, in this moment is to hold you.
Nero
You being a virgin was both a good and bad thing.
On the positive side, Nero felt honoured that you are considering giving your virginity to him and it makes him more secure in telling you that he will be giving you the same.
The bad part is that neither of you knew what the hell you were doing or how to go about things. And in a town run by an old-fashioned religious group that implored their people to wear hoods and full-length clothes, you can bet that they are not about premarital sex so there were not exactly resources on teaching this sort of thing to people his age. Even Nero’s family (as far as he knew pre-DMC4) couldn’t really help since the only ones left were his brother and sister who had not done anything of the sort themselves.
Thank Sparda they were at least willing to help a little. They were both unsure about the idea, being super committed to their religion. Credo in particular would pull Nero aside and try to dissuade him, but he knew that his little brother was a spitfire who would not listen and did not follow the Order’s morals as closely as he wished he did.
Both Kyrie and Credo, knowing that this was going to happen eventually no matter what, did at least go out of their way to covertly gather materials like condoms, lubricant, and maybe some debaucherous books that had been confiscated by the Order as that was the closest to experience any of them could get.
Nero is impatient in getting to experience this with you. He was a healthy young man and he could not help his urges. He had the self-control to not push you into doing things you were not comfortable with, but that did not mean he didn’t push you a bit.
It wasn’t like he was trying to convince you or badger you into it, it was more so that he got ahead of himself sometimes. It’s just that when he would have you close, he couldn’t help but notice how pretty you were. You fit in his arms so perfectly. You were so warm, so soft, so squeezable.
Often, he wouldn’t even realize what he was doing.
“What? Oh, sorry. My bad.” He says with a flustered look as he yanks his hand back after you pull away from the kiss to tell him he was grabbing your butt in a public park.
These urges would not stop when you left. Though he would never tell you, out of embarrassment and a sense of guilt for doing it, but he masturbated to thoughts of you regularly. It began before you two even started dating and were in the bashful flirting stage. He didn’t even mean for it to happen the first few times. He tried to keep you out of his thoughts in those moments out of respect but when he was lost in the moment, his mind foggy and his mental filter was down, while searching his mind for thoughts that could energize him to chase that finish line you inevitable popped up, and that’s often what got him. And this habit only increased the closer you two got and the more he had to wait to have you.
When the moment finally came, you two got to have the house to yourselves for the night and you were giving those signs, Nero was almost too excited. His heart was beating faster than normal and his hands were a bit clammy the whole time in anticipation.
He does his best to act confident and in control, as is his usual MO, but you can occasionally catch slipups where he fumbles and curses a bit under his breath. His excitement also gets the better of him sometimes where he suddenly and unconsciously goes a bit faster or a bit rougher than maybe he should. He will stop and slow down if you ask, but it will definitely happen a few times. He can’t help it, he is just so happy, so excited, and you feel so damn good.
There is a good chance that he will tear your hymen in all of his excitement.
Nero is a bit lost in the sensation of finally feeling you surround him that he does not fully register you’re discomfort until you start telling him to stop.
“Fuck. What is it?” Nero grumbles as he feels you trying to push him away. His shallow thrusts stutter to a stop and he fights to hold his position, a primal part of him demanding that he keep grinding into you.
“It hurts.” The moment you say that Nero pops up onto outstretched arms.
“What?” When he sees the distress in your expression and pulls out enough to see blood coming from you, he starts to panic. “Holy shit, what happened? Are you okay? Fuck, shit, wait.”
His panicking causes you to panic which makes him more panicked and this spirals. He pulls out fully and tries to assure you that “I can fix this, just relax”, but that’s an impossibility at this point. He does not understand what is happening or how to deal with it. He races to grab you a towel and maybe pain medication? A hot water bottle? What does he do?
In the end, he calls Kyrie for help. She doesn’t really know much more than you two about sex but she is able to stay calm and relax you two enough to talk about things and maybe call a doctor. She will even take the bullet and call the doctor herself claiming she is the one who tried to have sex just to save you the embarrassment if you can’t bring yourself to do it.
In short, it is an absolute mess and makes things awkward between you two for a bit. He will avoid getting too touchy or intimate with you for a little bit out of guilt. You can even catch him mumbling apologies at seemingly random times because he thinks back to what he did and feels the need to.
When you two do finally have a proper, satisfying experience, whether it be after getting over the first mishap or if the first time went well because your hymen was already open enough for him, Nero feels a sense of giddiness.
He was not used to this post-coital bliss, instead often having post-nut clarity and maybe feeling a bit bad about it, so it kind of catches him off guard. He curls around you and nuzzles into your hair with a pleased smile. He peppers you with occasional kisses, tells you how good it felt, and asks you if you liked it too.
He is awash with renewed energy and can't seem to settle down. He will need something to calm down like a bath, food, music, or even a little game. And the whole time he can’t keep his hands off of you. Not so much for sexual reasons, though there was a tiny bit of that, but just out of the need to be close in this moment and show you affection.
And when you two do finally fall asleep, you are unable to escape his vine like embrace until the next morning.
V
V can, and will, play the long game with you. That is to say, he will spend weeks, possibly months, preparing you for the main course.
When you tell him you are a virgin and hint, through words or actions, that you are considering having your first time with him, his plan is set into motion.
He has no intention of simply waiting for the right time and then trying to take you all the way in one go. Instead, he builds up to it over multiple days.
He will start with kissing you a bit longer than the usual pecks or goodnight kisses you are used to. Once you get comfortable with that, will move to the next step.
He won't simply release you after a kiss, instead encouraging you to give him 1, 2, or however many you are willing to, more. As you pull away, he will chase your lips or gently pull you back to him by cupping your cheek or threading his fingers through your hair to hold your head. Once you are receptive to that he will proceed to the next step.
As you two kiss, or even just hold each other with the right mood set, V’s usually stationary hands start to wander. At first, he’ll avoid your more private areas and stick to rubbing your back, shoulders, and arms. Then he will start caressing them. Then he will move to more sensitive areas, like your legs, hips, and neck. Then, he will start gliding his hand over your rear, chest, and lower stomach just above the most sacred of areas. He may even try to hold his hand there if you will let him. He won't grope and grab, just hold and maybe caress those spots to let you grow comfortable with him touching you there. And once you are comfortable with that, he will take things further.
So on and so forth. And between every attempt and step, there is a break of hours, a day, or more.
He knows that committing to something like making love for the first time can be overwhelming with all of the new experiences, sensations, and emotions that come with it. So, instead of compressing all of it into an evening, he will separate these to make the ascension into full-blown passion as unjarring and natural as possible.
Even when you two do get into a bed and start touching under your clothes, V still takes things agonizingly slowly.
The first time you cum because of him had you sitting in his lap with your clothes still on and his hands down your pants. With one arm supporting your back to keep you in a semi-laying position while he held you up, and his face pressed into your hair, so you are not embarrassed by his staring and he can whisper into your ear, he pleasures you with just his hand, showering you with praise and offering reminders.
“You feel wonderful my dear.”
“You are so beautiful.”
“You are doing so well.”
“Please don’t hold your breath, let yourself breath and allow me the pleasure of listening to your sweet voice.”
“Move, flex, twitch, cry out, close your eyes, do whatever it is you desire. I will be here with you no matter what to take care of you. To guide you. To love you.”
“Focus on my fingers and how they glide betwixt your flower petals, how they spread your slick until it coats you completely, how they circle your bud, how they slide in easily as if they were made to bring you to ecstasy.”
He will get you to finish like this, held on his lap and in his arms, without pushing you to reveal your body to him. And this is where the sexual escapade will end for the night. V can see that you are tired out by this first sexual interaction, whether you see it as losing your virginity or not, and he simply wants to enjoy caring for you and soaking up the warmth radiating from you in your afterglow.
What’s that? You’ve noticed that V is still hard and did not actually cum? “Do not worry yourself over such things my songbird.” He assures you as he lays you down on the bed and begins stroking your hair. “Though I truly appreciate your attention to me despite you being the star of this moment, I must confess that not even reaching a physical climax can outmatch the pleasure I feel in seeing your ecstasy, so there is no need for you to overexert yourself on me when you have already satisfied my heart and soul.”
This also continues for a while, where he will bring you to completion through his hands, mouth, or some other means without asking for anything in return. Though, if you ask him if you can touch him, he will gladly welcome it. But your pleasure is paramount and whether he reaches his own orgasm or not is irrelevant.
It goes without saying that if, at any stage, you ask for things to slow down or stop, V will without hesitation. However, one slightly negative effect is that he tends to take even things like “slow down” and “wait” as hard stops, pulling away and ending the moment there. You may have to stop him from just giving up right away. He finds it unexpected but endearing and arousing when you ask him to continue.
When he does, finally, go all the way, things are just as slow, sensual, and focused on your experience as everything leading up to this.
Having your hymen torn by V is extremely unlikely considering how carefully he had trained and molded your body for this moment. But, hypothetically, if this were to happen he would be frustrated.
He does not blame it on you in the slightest, nor does he show any sort of negative emotion outwardly. He pulls out and showers you in affirmations and comfort in any way he can with a gentle, sympathetic smile. On the inside though he is fuming.
He had been so careful, worked so hard to avoid this, and done everything he could to prepare you. And yet now his precious songbird was in pain and there was nothing he could do except offer moral support and maybe offer pain medication or natural pain relief like a bath.
He will insist you stop here for today and will take a few steps back in his plan to ease you back into trying that again.
After the eventual successful try, V is in a state of bliss as he enjoys the fruit of his labor. To experience the most intimate of connections with the one he loves and have you lay in his arms feeling satisfied, safe, and secure after giving him something so precious was a joyous moment he would carry with him for the rest of his life.
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bloodcasket · 9 months
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Hiii!! I hope you're doing well!!
If you're feeling up to it, I was just wondering if you'd consider writing something short and sweet about Vergil and reader where the reader sees him with his hair down for the first time and absolutely adores his hair? I saw a mod recently where Vergil's got his hair down, almost like Dante's and it just looks so soft and fluffy!!
CAFUNÉ ⋆ ゚☾
PAIRINGS: Vergil Sparda x GN!Reader
WARNINGS: Not exactly proof-read (lightly scanned). Overall fluff. :) Simple talk about Vergil's personal troubles, and his emotions.
DESCRIPTION: Wherein the reader finally sees Vergil with his hair down.
A/N: Thank you for your request love. Hope you're doing well too.🖤🖤
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There's something cool and restrained about Vergil whenever you're around him.
A sway of your body near his, and suddenly, he is distancing himself. The flesh of your finger tickles against his, he brushes you off. A flickering of your lashes in his presence, he casts his eyes away, avoiding the tenderness in your gaze.
He never shows you disdain, just uncertainty, maybe, fear. Insecurity. Hesitance.
It's not until he finds you that you're certain. His once pale, porcelain skin, silky and smooth, now battered and pores brandishing purple and blue. Cuts and welts that have now tainted his complexion.
He stands at the center of the doorway, tall and broad, clothes matted with mud and slick with blood. The smell of copper and grime desecrates his body. He takes thoughtful breaths of air, smooth and calculated.
This feels like the first time he's ever looked upon you, asked for guidance with just a flickering plea in his blue eyes. The first time he does not shy away.
Maybe, he's not disgusted. He's just afraid, unsure of what he wants.
"Vergil?" you call out for him, voice wavering, your palm shaking as you still grasp the doorknob. "Come inside". You speak softly, worried.
Thoughts flood your head as he doesn't utter even a single word. Just a gentle hum-you took it as thanks-and a gentle push inside through the door. The buckles on his boots rattling as he takes cautious steps inside.
He's been here before. Inside the comfort of your home, yet he acts cautious, awkward.
He is your lover. But even he, a powerful demon, has yet to learn everything that love can offer. What a home can feel like.
You don't attempt to ask what happened, nor place your hands all over him in hopes it will reassure him. You know it won't, and if anything, it would only irritate him, inflict pain on his pride.
"Vergil..." he doesn't look at you as you speak, head still tilted to the floor, his plush lips parted as he breathes, strands of white hair crusted and slick against his temple, crimson dying his scalp.
Only a shutter in his lengthy fingers as he grips his Yamato by his side, he's listening intently to your words, taking them in. Appraising your sweet tone within himself. Grateful to finally have someone.
"Let's get you cleaned up, hm?".
Just like any other moment with the tall, brooding half-demon, the walk to the bathroom is quiet. You lead him toward the tub, your gaze quickly switching to focus on him. Only soft care is present in the way you look at him, your face asking for permission just with a notion of your silken smile.
"I'm going to get your wounds taken care of, and your clothes clean, is that alright with you?" you ask, catching a glimpse of the way his pupils dilate just at the sight of you standing before him.
"Yes..." the tone he speaks is low and grave, his voice hoarse and almost wounded, as if he had been too choked up to speak anything else.
You're content with his compliance, he wants to be comfortable around you, to let you take care of him.
You bend to fix a tub of warm water for him, filling it with crystalline liquid, your fingers pruning at the tips as you swash aromas around in the tub, filling it with rosemary soap and watching lavender salts melt away beyond the suds. The pooling water is now becoming opaque, mountains of bubbles building.
As you turn, you catch the timorous expression he wears as he peers at himself through the mirrors reflection, white eyebrows furrowed, a line building in-between them. Insecure. Unsure. Doubting. Mouth twitching with condemnation.
"Come", you say with sodden palms open, and he obeys, allowing you to strip him of the pungent clothes he wears, your smile of tenderness never dissipating as you toss the dirty assortment into the hamper and guide his tall form into the steaming water.
He sinks into the floral water, a groan hitched in the back of his throat as his back eases with the scorching heat beating into his muscles.
"Feels better already, doesn't it?" your voice is airy, reassuring. He doesn't respond, you didn't expect him to.
You topple amounts of shampoo between your delicate fingertips, bringing it to the roots of his hair and lathering the product along his snowy scalp.
You scrub until the red and black become foamy, you scrub until Vergil purrs in delight.
It's with this, that you realize, he is nothing short of ethereal. Your first time he is so vulnerable enough to present himself to you.
With the water rinsing away the foam, his hair is like a glistening pearl, his natural glossy white untainted, cleansed from your devotion.
Unlike his brother, Vergil preferred to keep himself refined and tidy. It was rare when you saw Vergil showing skin, or speaking too hysterically. Or letting his hair fall loose the way it did now. Cascading over his white eyelashes, his lips relaxed and his expression tranquil. Pleased with you. Jubilant with your very existence.
"You are beautiful..." you speak with a grin, your nails curving into his hair, curious fingertips feeling the soft and silky thickness. You didn't lie. It was no hoax. This, was true. He was an art piece.
Long, once slicked back strands now stick against his face, straight and shiny along the structure of his cheekbones.
"This is my first time seeing your hair like this" a gentle whisper of admiration is heard from your lips. "Would it be selfish of me to wish to see it more often?".
Your demon lover grunts in response, blue eyes opening to stare you down. "Don't get your hopes up", his voice is lax, smooth and nonchalant, his large palm reaches up to press lightly into your wrist, dragging your palm until it rests on his cheek. "It is not guaranteed to happen". Your thumb rubs caresses of worship there, soft eyes filled to the brim with adoration, soaking in this image.
"Thank you", he speaks afterwards, nuzzling into your touch. This time, he will allow it.
"Thank you", he repeats, over and over, until every wound and laceration is treated. "Thank you", until every bruise is kissed.
It's not later on into the night that he joins you for rest, he had insisted on a moment of peace, a moment of privacy. You had no problem obliging.
When you wake the next morning with a tickling sensation crossing your temples, you open your once sealed eyes, corners crusted with sleep. Eyes now adjusting to the light, you take in your sleeping lover before you. His arms are wrapped comfortably around you, ensuring that you are pressed against the broadness of his chest.
Hair is still free, soft and puffy, cascading wonderfully down the structure of his glowing face. Strands caught between the plushness of his pink lips. He hadn't slicked it back yet.
Nights pass, and it remains. Long hair is kept as a special gift for you, neverending.
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actuallysaiyan · 7 months
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She Keeps It Pumping Straight To My Heart(Vergil x Fem!Reader)
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warnings: mentions of having a baby, Vergil is needy, smut, creampies, unprotected sex, mentions of breeding word count: 0.9k pairings: Post DMC5!Vergil x Fem!Reader a/n: This just kind of popped into my brain! Hope you enjoy!
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He shouldn’t want this. Not at his age or with the way things have gone in his life. Even with the way things ended up with his first son, Vergil knows that having another child might be the wrong idea. This nagging sensation deep inside of him lately makes him think that you could be the right person to have this with.
Even Dante and Nero notice a change in Vergil. He’s less abrasive, less angry. They even see a smile on his face, which makes them both feel very much at ease. They know that Vergil needs to know real peace, and you are the one to bring it to him.
This all culminates one night into something so passionate and loving. With the two of you freshly showered and now lying in bed, in crisp fresh sheets, you are caressing one another. Sweet, loving kisses are shared.
“What’s gotten into you lately?” you ask, a smirk on your face.
Vergil chuckles, “Ah, so you’ve noticed it as well.”
He then maneuvers you both so that he’s on top of you, your legs spread for him. Still, his kisses are gentle and loving, but you can feel the heat growing in them. He grunts softly as he ruts against you, his cock becoming unbearably hard.
“We’ve been together for quite some time, yes?” he wonders out loud.
“Yeah, almost two years now.”
The words that come from your pretty lips both excite and warm his heart. He never knew he could have a love so pure and so tender for this long. Even at the beginning of your relationship, Vergil thought he’d fuck it up somehow and lose you forever. But you proved to be resilient and determined. You loved him for who he was and you weren’t just going to abandon him. Vergil meant everything to you, especially after he saved your life from a horde of evil devils.
Vergil breathes, “I think…I think I want another baby,”
You giggle nervously, “Another baby? But you only met your son when he was an—”
He interrupts you with another kiss, “You’ll give me a baby, won’t you?”
Your heart skips a beat. How are you supposed to deny such a request? You stutter out the word “yes”, but you nod as well to let him know you’re more than interested. With your arms around his neck, he moves you into a more comfortable position.
“Just the thought of carrying my seed must excite you,” Vergil comments as he uses the tip of his cock to smear your arousal all over your tight hole. “You’re already so wet,”
He continues his teasing for a while, making sure to tap the tip of his cock against your swollen clit. You never thought you’d get to this point in your life, but you cannot deny the fact that having a child with Vergil would be amazing. The thought of making a baby is exciting too.
He captures your lips in a kiss as he presses himself into you. You’re both panting and moaning as he bottoms out, leaving you both a little fucked out already. Vergil smirks when he realizes this is actually going to happen. You’re going to be carrying his child.
Your hands soothe up and down his back as he starts a slow pace, getting you both used to these sensations. Vergil finds it hard to not blow his load from the beginning, as he always gets so over excited to make love to you. He takes a deep breath before pressing your legs to your chest which places you in the perfect mating position.
“You will carry my seed in your womb,” Vergil says, his voice full of need and lust.
“Yes, yes! Please, Vergil!” You cry out, his cock bullying the sweet spot so deep inside of you.
His hand traces down your chest to your core, rubbing the swollen clit that’s just begging for attention. Your eyes screw shut as he begins pounding into you, making you feel that familiar tightening in your stomach. Your cries of love and ecstasy begin echoing off the walls.
“That’s it, sparrow,” he coos at you. “Milk my cock. Be a good girl and milk my cock,”
His words arouse you as much as they surprise you. He’s not usually one to talk filthy like this, and it’s just fueling your fire even more. It takes but only a few more thrusts to send you over the edge.
Tears slip down your cheeks at the intense pleasure. Your spongy walls squeeze and contract around his throbbing cock, milking him for his warm and thick seed. He’s grunting and growling, his voice sounding almost distorted. And with a passionate and hungry kiss, Vergil spills himself so deep inside your pulsing walls.
The two of you continue to grind against one another, riding out the remnants of what is the most intense orgasm you’ve both felt in forever. And when Vergil pulls away, you almost think he’s going to get up to get you something to drink. It’s just that the sight of his thick cum running out of your puffy cunt sends him into a frenzy.
You cry out as he slams himself back into you, clearly not done.
“I said I wanted to have another baby,” Vergil huffs as he fucks himself into you. “And we are going to have another baby.”
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rae-pss · 5 days
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . little something i wrote to help with my inner thoughts. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 195 words, mentions of scars in the forearm, not specified the reason why they're there.
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with a fondness almost unknown to you, his hand held your wrist firmly; raising your arm enough to have it close to his face. a lateral movement of his wrist and your forearm was already under his watchful eye. deep gaze that carefully examined your skin, marked by a pain that you never wanted to have to experience again. a part of you that you longed to bury underground forever, but, one more part of you for him to love.
—you don't have to do this. –you tried to reason, not wanting him to be aware of the pain that still resided in your grieving soul.
carefully, his gaze met yours, a prolonged silence formed between the two of you. however, with delicate slowness, in case you decided to reject his actions, he lowered his face until the gentle commissure of his lips made contact with the back of your wrists. unhurriedly and gently, he began to leave tender kisses all over your forearm, paying special attention to the deeper marks that decorated your skin.
—just... –he started uttering. —let me know all the times that, despite not knowing it, i failed to protect you.
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satan, mammon (whb); jotaro, bruno, wammu, josuke (jjba); satoru, suguru, itadori (jjk); dante (dmc); dazai (bsd); jack, buddha, qin, hades (snv/ror); mammon, simeon, diavolo (om); giyuu, sanemi, rengoku, akaza (kny); draken, mitsuya, kakucho (tokrev); your favs (<3).
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icycoldninja · 18 days
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Can I request V, Vergil, Nero, and Damte with a s/o that likes cuddling/physical affection?
Yes! Here ya go!
Sparda boys + V x Reader who likes physical affection headcannons
¤ Dante ¤
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-Congratulations, you've found yourself a fellow cuddlebug! Dante loves to lie around snuggling whenever he has time and will enjoy doing so with you. You two can often be found curled up with pillows and blankets on the couch, watching movies or boring TV dramas that put you to sleep.
-If he can't cuddle you to sleep, he'll be sure to hug you whenever he gets the chance, and kiss whatever part of you he has access to.
-Always greets you with a huge hug and kiss when he gets back from missions, sometimes even picking you up and spinning you around for a few seconds afterwards.
-Hand holding isn't all that common between the two of you because he needs his hands at the ready in case there's an attack. Sitting on his lap, however, is an entirely different story.
-He will always let you do it, regardless of who's watching. If he's sitting down, flipping through magazines and you're present, he will pat his leg, signaling it's time to take a seat. Once you do, he will kiss you and hold you close to him, refusing to let you go unless it's an emergency. Dante does this for 2 reasons:
It annoys the fuck out of Vergil, and
It allows him to indirectly brag to everyone about how you're his.
-Bedtime cuddles are a must! Neither of you can sleep without laying in each other's arms. If either of you ever have nightmares, (which happens a lot in Dante's case) the other is there to care for and comfort.
-Needless to say, when you're snuggling with Dante, you're in good hands--literally.
-"Hey, babe, didja miss me? Course ya did, c'mere, lemme give you a big kiss."
□ Vergil □
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☝️that right there is the face Vergil makes when Y/N leaves his side for whatever reason.
-Living definition of a tsundere; says he doesn't need to be touched but secretly craves it.
-Doesn't like to be sat on like Dante does, no do not take this the wrong way but doesn't mind having you sit next to him and lean on his shoulder. Bonus points if you fall asleep like that.
-Will 100% let you read over his shoulder if you like, and straight up whines when you get up to get something, regardless of how quick your trips are.
-Speaking of shoulders, he loves it if you massage his for him--we all know how stiff demon hunter's muscles can get.
-He does not partake in PDA, but he most certainly will smother you with kisses behind closed doors, squeezing you, pressing you against him, and essentially trapping you in his hold like a shoe in a clingy dog's jaws.
-Bedtime snuggles are appreciated, but are not a requirement. He won't mind holding you for a bit, but prefers to be on his side of the bed when he falls asleep--he feels less vulnerable that way. However, when the nightmares inevitably come, he will slide into your arms and lay there, just feeling your warmth and listening to your heartbeat.
-"Don't be foolish, I do not require such trivial things such as cuddles. I-oh...alright. Fine. Just for a few moments."
● Nero ●
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I am once again apologizing for the big-ass images. On the bright side, there's more for you to look at.
-Nero is not exactly a touchy-feely guy; he doesn't mind a quick peck on the cheek or a gentle, one-armed squeeze, but he won't engage in anything too extravagant.
-He will hold your hand whenever you go out together, and occasionally wrap an arm around your waist or shoulders.
-Does not engage in PDA; he's afraid of the teasing doing so will likely elicit.
-He won't mind it at all if you decide to climb into his arms or surprise him with back hugs. It's not that he doesn't like physical touch himself, it's that he has no idea how to initiate it.
-He doesn't initiate cuddles either, he'll just lie sprawled out on the bed, waiting for you to join him. In his sleep, he'll subconsciously roll over and hook an arm around your waist, drawing you close. When he wakes up like this, he'll be a little confused, then just shrug it off and go back to sleep.
-He will never outright admit he likes to hold and be kissed by you, but will melt into your touch and never actually resists anything you try to do to him, despite his grumbling.
-"Argh, get off 'a me, I got shit to do and ass to kick, don't got time for laying around. Well...I mean, it is early. Yeah, alright, you win. I'll stay."
■ V ■
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Jesus Christ, he looks like a Yunnan snub nosed monkey
-V will take whatever you give, do not take that the wrong way horndogs! And will graciously accept any kisses, hugs, or snuggles you offer, regardless of how long they last.
-Kisses you every time he sees you, even if the last time he saw you was 5 minutes ago when you went to get a snack.
-Likes having you sitting in his lap so he can read to you, and also likes laying in your lap, listening to you talk about your day or anything else. He just loves listening to you.
-He feels weak almost all the time and would greatly appreciate it if you could carry him. He also likes being held by you because it makes him feel safe, so, so safe.
-He says he doesn't like to cuddle you at bedtime because he moves around a lot in his sleep and is afraid he'll hit you by accident, but despite these claims, he always sneaks into your room and night and lies down next to you.
-Thinks it's so adorable when you walk up to him and completely cover him with kisses.
-"Ah, there you are, my dear. Come, sit with me, and I'll read to you...if you like."
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smallestapplin · 8 months
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[Request]
Hear me out
Dante growing needier and more cuddly and touchy for you the longer you know him.
His demon has decided you were a perfect mate, so it shows up in his human form a lot more. He grows extra affectionate 👉👈 🥺
All he wants to do is curl up with you! Especially after a long day!
-Silver Anon
This request hasn’t left my mind since you sent it.
Also this is my first time writing Dante, so I hope it’s good! I love the wacky woohoo pizza man 🥹
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You were the newest member to the devil may cry-family, one Dante couldn’t get away from, not that he ever wanted to. You helped him manage his missions and helped him around HQ, which he greatly appreciated with how busy he gets.
So it was natural you two spent more time together.
You’d sometimes join him on missions, or help him out when he was stuck on something. You two form your inside jokes, playfully teasing each other, but nothing too far.
It’s something that took you a while to notice.
But Dante isn’t that touchy with everyone else.
He doesn’t avoid touches, usually tossing an arm over someone, or using someone as an armrest.
But with you it’s different.
Once his arm is around you, it’s like it’s never coming off.
Once his arm is on your lower back, thumb rubbing soothing circles, it’ll never move from there unless he has to.
Even later at night when you stay over, he always gets closer and closer to you on the couch, and before you know it he’s laying on top of you, snuggled up and passed out happily.
You can’t complain, you love it. His touch just feels right, you feel safe and secure with him.
“Dante.” Your voice no more than a whisper, gently shaking his shoulders.
“Dante it’s time for bed, I gotta head home.”
You love his touch, even if he’s a pain to get up.
“Mmmm no.”
You mock a gasp, laughing at how needy he is.
Here you are pinned under him on the couch, with his inhumanly hot body keeping you toasty, even well past the time you had to leave.
You choke back a chuckle as he nuzzled his face further into your neck, his scruff tickling your skin. But his breath fanning across the crook of your neck makes you tremble.
“I wish I could stay longer, but I have to go.”
You lightly pat his back, only to be shocked when a quick but low growl rumbles from him. You knew he was an affectionate man, but you’ve never had him be so needy.
He lifts his head, barely able to look at you through the messy white hair on his face.
“Lemme walk you home then, it’s late.”
You’re happy to let him.
But throughout the walk, his arm constantly brushes against yours with how close he walks, until he takes your hand in his. You smile at his actions, finding his need to be touching you cute, especially from him.
That is until you’re on the doorstep of your home.
“Thank you for walking with me.”
“Ain’t a problem.”
He smiles at you, yet doesn’t move from the porch, even as you unlock your door.
Looking back at him, he looks as though he wants to say something but is not sure.
Almost hopefully but pouty.
“Do you not want to leave that badly?” Your voice light, teasing the Demon Hunter.
“I’ll miss you.” he sounds like a kicked puppy, and in a way he is.
He can feel the devil within him crying desperately for you, he’s grown so attached to you that you bring that instinct out of him.
You pull Dante into a hug, unable to resist doing so, but he’s not at all complaining, his arms are swiftly around you and holding you firmly against him.
His face buried into your shoulder, leaving you laughing softly at the man.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, you know that.”
“Mmmm….”
You stay like that for a long moment, basking in his warmth and comforting scent. But a thought hits you, and you pull away from him, just enough to move his face to look at him.
You can feel your face burning before you ask.
“Would you like to stay the night?”
You squeal, laughing as Dante picks you up, practically sprinting to your bedroom before tossing you to your bed.
Your laughter echoes in your room as you bounce from the force.
Dante dives after you, landing on top of you with a loud rumbling purr. He nuzzles into you, kicking his shoes off without moving just so he can stay closer to you.
“You’re so needy.”
You lean your head on top of his, your laughter dying down to a soft chuckle.
“Only for you.”
You’re amazed at how he can speak through sounding like a very happy cat.
That morning was even harder to break free from.
As your new boyfriend was only more affectionate.
When you two began dating it only got worse.
Trying to work will never go smoothly as you’re being constantly pulled into kisses, and pulled into his lap so he can shower you with his affection.
“Dante, the phone is ringing.”
“Mmmmm.”
“Dante-“
“Noooo.” He groans, burying his face further into your neck. His arms tighten around you, keeping you close to his chest as he gives you no room to get up.
You’re stuck cuddling him, but you can’t even find it in yourself to be upset with him.
“My sweet love bug, we need money to pay the bills.” You mumble, kissing his temple.
Only for him to groan loudly in response.
You yelp as he suddenly stands, carrying you in his arms towards the still-ringing phone. Dante plops on his desk, getting you on his lap as he answers the phone.
His arm stays around you, rubbing small circles on your thigh.
He stays on the phone, listening to the person on the other end while placing silent kisses on your cheek and down to your neck.
All you gather from it is he accepts the person's offer and is quick to hang up but doesn’t move.
“You promised.” You said in a sing-song tone, chuckling at his obvious misery when you say that.
“C’mon baby, don’t make me go now, I just got ya in my lap.”
He looks at you with such a pitiful pout, clearly trying to get you to cave.
But you cup his cheeks and lean in, your lips brushing against his for a moment before you kiss him, smiling into it at the feeling of him going limp and trying to press more against you.
He chases your lips when you pull away, whining when you’re just out of reach.
“I’ll be here waiting for you, I always am.”
“But I don’t like leaving you.”
He can protect you when he’s here, he can love on you when he’s not on the job.
“Honey, we need to keep the lights on. Besides, the welcome home kiss is always sweeter.”
Oh, that has his attention.
Just don’t be surprised when a massive fiery demon comes barreling through the door, eyes locked onto you and caging you against its solid frame, and wings wrapping around you.
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Hey how are ya doing? Would you write how the DMC guys (Dante, Vergil, and Nero.. V if you wanna) react to their s/o smacking their butt? Does it lead to sexy fun time? 😏 It is at any time or only in private? Is it playful or heavy handed. 🥵💦 As always if you don't feel comfortable with it don't worry about it. Have a great day Rockstar!
Hello, I've been good lately sorry this request took so long but thank you for asking it's a pleasure to see you again in my inbox!
(This work includes gender neutral!reader)
(NSFW contents under the cut)
Dante
It does take Dante surprise at first; your hand stealthily coming across to give his ass a hard slap while he was bent over the bar at the back of his shop to grab one of the more expensive bottles to celebrate a relatively hard job well done one day. Usually it's always him dealing out the teasing but when that sudden yelp buckles out of his throat and he looks at you to see you only smug with that cocky grin it definitely rattles something in him and what it rattles goes straight to his dick. He just sure hopes that you can finish this little game you started.
Next when he catches you off guard your standing at the desk on the phone with Lady, going over the details of your up coming job that would take you out of town for a few days together, elbow propped so you can rest your head on your plam while your eyes search the letter the client gave and more importantly to a certain scheming son of Sparda; your ass free and out in the open, unexpected. All he has to do is trick over for payback to resume; the sudden strike causing an embarrassing noise from you that you can just hear Lady on the other line silently question but then seemingly figuring put it's some dumb Dante's doing before continuing on asking more details of the job. Heat swells in your face as you look back at Dante who returns your intial smugness and shit eating grin, making it very clear that he's playing your game - a game you were intending to win.
Back and forth you two go; at the most unexpected points surprising each other with sudden spanks to get that interesting shades of cheeks and noises from once another just to see which one would break first; to see who couldn't take this teasing game anymore and just beg to be thrown and be used by the other.
Interestingly it's Dante to break first.
He's the one almost in fucking tears as he runts and grinds against you to the desk; cock so deep inside you he can barely keep his head on straight. His moans are so low yet so desperate as you thrust back into him your hole squeezing ever so tightly, controlling his pace, the sound of your name leaving his lips is so fucking attractive it's stupid.
And to put salt on the wound of his loss; reach around and give him one more slap that will instantly flip on a switch. Whatever pace you had? Forget it. He fights through and jackhammers even faster and harder to a point it shatters a crack somewhere on the wooden surface below you. I hope you like losing function of your voice because that's exactly how it's going to be the moment pulls out and he finishes on your stomach, leaving you breathless and reeling from all your previous highs.
When your done with after care and such and Dante places you on a bed instead of a desk, he congratulates you (sportsmanship and all, you know?) in between breathy kisses and only a few times jokingly complains about his ass hurting that you 'won too hard' and that you should 'take it easy during the rematch.'
Rematch? That word catches your interest that you can't help but question him on; it gets you a chuckle and a conniving look behind pale eyes.
"Yeah, a rematch. Though do be warned: I do got an ace up my sleeve that I don't think I'll be loosing with this time. What that be? Eh, you'll just have to find out what that'll be yourself - won't you?"
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Vergil
One of two different outcomes will happen if you so happen to catch Vergil off guard with this action either depending on your surroundings. One; your in privacy and no one's around to see the light flush that spreads across his cheeks up to his ears and the surprised gasp that leaves his lips - then he'll only turn around to you and stumble through a light scolding that he could have accidentally hurt you with Yamato or worse but dropping the matter and it slowly becoming the topic of his late night thoughts about the sudden touch and the spark in him that it caused. Or two, the foolish but more slow but direct to go horny option; do it while the crew (especially his brother or Nero) is around.
Now going with the second option be fully aware that he's not going to talk to you for a few days after it, the foolishness of the act leaving him unable to talk to you (Vergil translation; he's just embarrassed and doesn't know how to directly approach you about it right away) But when he does it it's surely a surprise exactly what he does when he comes back around.
He is absolutely rough with you when he yanks your hair back in a fistful and in his smooth voice ask if you could ever so kindly repeat your words more clearly as his other hand snaps down onto your ass with that mind numbing sting as you repeat the number through bitten lips.
Yup, payback is a real charmer.
All the while he thrusts into you so deep you can even comprehend how the hell numbers work any more as you try to focus yourself but struggle to keep up with how pleasure just seeps into your whole being with each bounce to your sweet spot that's only lit a blaze with every smack of your lover's hand.
It's definitely intense; with all of his teeth marks tattooing the skin of your neck as the symphony that his Vergil's moans and growls pressed right against your ear as he takes you. And all of this just because what? You playfully spanked him in the van? Definitely were going to have to keep this one in the play book.
You can barely move any of your limbs with you're both done. Vergil holds your fucked out body in a possessive yet soft embrace as he deeply buries his face into your neck. It's nice, very nice. Though if you try to tease him in any way he'll look back up with you with a glare - but not just any glare; one where he tries his best to seem intimidating but fails and falls right through when you can clearly see with his flushed face and frown that he's just embarrassed. It's very cute, although if you're way past your limit I would advise not teasing any further. Because who knows; you might find your legs to be quickly spread apart for a fairly intense round two.
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Nero
His reaction will be immediate. His face will turn completely red all the way to his ears as he turns to face you not even able to form any words - just turned on gibberish. His reaction is something you can't help find your giggling because of how red he can be to just playful teasing but unknownst to you, you just awakened a kink and it's something that keeps his dick hard and awake at night for weeks afterwards.
It becomes something he fixates on; the thought, the memory, the sudden spark of pain that twists into pleasure is just...the need and desire for you to do it again becomes to much for him. Well with Nero being Nero and his insecurities to really ask for things because he feels he can be a burden at times to deal with and his abandonment issues starts talking telling him he doesn't deserve it - if he asks for too much you'll leave him, so he doesn't tell you this new desire of his. He just keeps it to himself, just a fantasy he can get himself off too when he's alone but there becomes a point where it just swells in his chest to much and he just succumbs to it.
The laundry room in Kyrie's apartment is rather a tight fit, but that doesn't matter any once you find yourself shoved inside there and your lips smothered in kisses and moans against you as your pushed back onto the dryer.
Bites litter his flesh a bright flushed pink as you tug and pull on the abused skin as you hands work him all over, massaging and tracing over every muscle with your ears listening to the sweet music his shaky breaths let out. In a teasing sing song way you get right up in his ear as your hands travel in that certain direction. What does he want? Is the basics of the things you ask him over and over seeing every little part of his self control start to break as he bites his tongue. His cock is hard and leaking as he bucks against your sex, throbbing as he grinds into the meat of your thighs, his breath comes through in hissing gritted teeth as your fingers trail down his back to the the danger zone of his ass with small taps - his face bright red seconds before he breaks.
Spanking + praise kink = loud. Very loud. The moment he's in you, he's in to the base and the fucking moment your hand comes to clash back down this man is jack hammering into you like crazy and it will get to a point where you will absolutely have to gag him in some way before the neighbors start poking their superstitious noses into it.
Once after the first time where he's comfortable (less embarrassed) to talk about it he'll open up to you about really liking you doing this to him and encourage you in the future to go even rougher, after all with demon Sparda genes even if he's only quarter he still has at least a bit of healing factor ((grew a whole arm back)) so however hard you give him nothing you can while being human will hurt him but it's the thought and feel good sting that counts!
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V
Although V may be fragile given obvious reasons, don't let that fool you. The man at the end of the day is still a part of Vergil, meaning deep down - even if his former self would rather deny, deny, and deny on the spot than admit it out loud - is a total freak when it comes to kinky shit. Yes given how flaky and easy his body could just break apart he can't go too hard that his complete counterpart can, however, he can assure you he can take a little bit so spanking shouldn't be too much should it?
It does surprise him when you come out of the blue with it though, both alone in the van while waiting for for Nero to return from his part of the job and Nico to return from repairs on the front of the van, all he did was bend over a bit to grab a drink from the small cooler when a subtle tap hit him on the ass - nothing too hard, just a tease, but it did spark his eyes wide and make him drop the green can of Virility he was holding.
When he turns around to look at you, still bent over, there's a dirty - yet subtle - sly smirk across his plump lips and with his velvety voice he reminds you:
"If you wanted my attention all you need do is ask. Or is it being a little deviant that alluring to you? I'll have to keep that in mind."
Will drop things in front of you more. After all, he's a "-fragile, delicate thing who can't keep things steady sometimes in his hands. Oops I dropped I dropped my cane, silly me." And when he goes to pick up said item he'll always over-exaggerate pick it up - he knows he doesn't have the most shapely ass in the world - his true self doesn't either - but you like looking and feeling down there so that's good enough for him to put on quite the act for your eyes to wonder and maybe you'll gather enough courage to reach out and touch him again. And you can absolutely bet if Griffon's out of his tattooed binds you will get very lovely, crassliy worded commentary, teasing, and the occasional exaggerated gag from the bird.
Once the 'games' are finally over V loves the sensation of being draped naked over your lap - no matter how big or smaller you are compared to him - he'll get comfortable either with a pillow on the bed or on the armrest of the chair you're in as you pamper him with grounded soft touches all along his body, tracing around inky tattoos, until you cup the cheeks of his ass. He'll hum and moan in approval at the touches, his breath with hitch if with a couple coated fingers you start fingering his hole and with audibly complain with shaky breath when you slip out of him. But everything will change with that first spark of contact on his ass.
V - like Vergil - isn't a man who curses very often. This will make him do so. A lot. In between spiked punched out breaths and groans that further you go will turn into whines as he looses himself in the spanks, pleasured tears creeping in the corners of his eyes as you tell him to count that he turns into a complete mess on your lap.
He loves it, really, more than he actually originally thought - at first going along with it because it was obviously something you were into and wanted and he wants nothing but to enable your desires but now... he felt small. But in a good way. Good small. Vulnerable small. Safe small. Loved small. He can easily let himself go like this. It's good. Really good.
You don't have to put at hand on any other part of him, his cock strains against your thighs so hard and so leaking you don't have to touch it to put him on edge. He can come so easily like this and will do so if you encourage it, if he can take five more you'll let him come, and he accepts the challenge - he pants like he's ran a mile, his hairs an absolute mess, and his entire normally pale body is tinted a flushed pink except for his ass which is more red from your spanks.
He begs, pleas, promising he can take it if you go harder and he's on the point of sobbing if you give it to him. He about looses his voice entirely when you give him permission to go on and come - without a hand on him his cock practically explodes as his seed paints your thighs and his entire body gives out with his weight.
His ass might be sore for the next few days but that's fine, he reminds that he has you to pamper him after all after you've spent nearly ten minutes worried post-spank that you might've taken it too far but he promises he's okay, he's stronger than what he looks, even if deep down he realistically knows that took a lot out of him. Maybe something like this should be more of a treat kind of thing? Not too often he thinks he can take something like that.
Or... maybe next time you could be the one handle the heat next time? V has some wonderful ideas how to go so about it...
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myvampyrez · 2 days
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Hello^ can I request Vergil and V with a Shy/Quite reader who is a bookworm?
Note: I really enjoy your writing it makes me happy that there is another fan writing for dmc : ) honestly you’ve inspired me to want to start but I gotta work on my writing a bit more. Anyways have a good Day/Night ✌︎('ω')✌︎
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vergil and v with a quiet bookworm!reader 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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i’m glad to have been an inspiration for you, i wish you luck and happiness regardless if you do decide to go through with creating a writing blog or not—i’m sure your writing is amazing, my dear. feel free to request more at any time 🫶🫶
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mentions of v’s correlation to vergil in dmc5!! other than that, lmk if i missed anything ^-^!1!1!
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ you and VERGIL go hand in hand with each other, often sitting in comfortable silences whilst you read books on different ends of the couch.
❥ sometimes he’ll let you lay your head on his lap as he reads, occasionally “reluctantly” reading aloud— even if you’re burning holes into him. you’re just admiring, he understands.
❥ vergil’s not very good with words, he’s often emotionally constipated and has trouble with comprehending emotions and vulnerability in fear that it makes him seem more.. human?
❥ just give him some time to accept his human half, he’ll come around to it eventually. it just takes some easing into.
❥ he doesn’t really show his love through words per se, taking more time to show it through his actions rather than verbally.
❥ he’ll drop a book on your desk once he gets home and you’re already asleep, knowing you’ll find it once you wake up looking for him in the morning. his job requires him to be very busy, but he always manages to bring you something back along the way.
❥ refuses to acknowledge it if you bring it up, though. vergil just hates admiring he’s gone soft, doesn’t he?
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈ 。゚
your eyes stayed glued to the small hardcover book that laid on your desk, fingers brushing over the engraving of the design as a gentle smile graced your face. your grin only widened when you spotted the small post-it note stuck onto the corner of the gift, vergil’s name written meticulously in blue pen standing out against the lined yellow.
and later when he came home, you had waited up for him. you lounged about on the couch while you watched tv, flashing him a smile once he had walked through the door and spotted you.
he cocked a brow at your beaming, his shoes being kicked off and neatly placed near the door in the process.
“i saw the book you left me today.” came your quiet voice, barely audible over the amount of censoring and yelling on the television.
vergil looked away. he knew that if he looked at you, he’d fall apart into your loving embrace once more and melt into your sweet, hushed whispers. he huffed, “think nothing of it.”
it didn’t matter how curt his response was, you knew better. you knew that was just his way of acknowledging it. and he definitely couldn’t help the smirk that fell upon his face at the sound of you pitter-pattering behind him as he adjourned to the room.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈ 。゚
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥 — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ considering v is just another part of vergil, his situation is pretty similar to vergil’s.
❥ however, v is not shy or quiet by any means. while he doesn’t talk much, he just sits there. observing or maybe even reading on his own.
❥ v is pretty bold, though. he’ll somewhat tease you if you’re too shy to admit that you want his attention or something else of the sort.
❥ ugh i just wanna kiss that smirk of his so badly
❥ will also recommend you things, except he’ll actually.. talk to you? he’s definitely not afraid of talking with you and has no problem going up to you to start a conversation.
❥ likes to have you draped over his lap as he reads you poetry, as well. he finds it so romantic, like the gothic ass poet he is.
❥ somebody help i need to be confaindd and chained ip
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈ 。゚
“and to thy cares will lend no listening ear..” v’s velvet words cut through the silence as he read through a slew of sonnets with a soft tongue.
your lashes fluttered with every blink you took, each one heavier than the last as you attempted to stay awake. it took everything in your willpower not to fall asleep on your lover’s lap right then and there.
but just the thought of sleep sounded so sublime, you couldn’t help but indulge in yourself and your swirls of dreams. only v clouded your mind as you drifted in and out of his sleep, his voice slowly melting into the soft distant sounds of singing birds and the synthetic fabric of his pants crinkling against your ear whilst you tried to make yourself comfortable.
you took one last look at your surroundings, one last look at v. the sun had seeped in through the cheap blinds and illuminated him from behind as it caused a dark shadow to protrude from beyond your beloved. so to you, v looked absolutely ethereal.
one last look at his lips was all you took, watching as they moved so smoothly with every word that left his lips, “then let this comfort all thy woes wear..”
and as v finished the page, he looked back down at you. his brows raised at the sight. you, asleep on his lap? oh, what an interesting position you’ve gotten him in. whatever shall he do now?
his eyes crinkled with his soft smile, taking a moment to run his thumb along your cheekbone and caress the soft skin that lay there.
v closed the book, making sure to remember what page he left off on before setting it to the side and lolling his head back onto the soft pleather couch that resided in the van.
he made sure to keep one hand on your hair and the other rested on your hand, just in case nico decided to get careless with all the demons in the road. who could ever predict her reckless driving?
as v closed his eyes, he let out a deep sigh as left one last squeeze to your hand before getting some sleep. it would be a long journey to try and find the devil sword sparda, after all.
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thevirgincherry · 3 months
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HAII something im never gonna finish again sorry it’s not leon
tags - sex work, fem!reader, daddy/daughter incest
You pluck a crumpled dollar out of your bra, straighten it out and lay it flat on your dad’s desk, shimmying out of your hotpants as a few more notes curled up beneath the waistband flutter to the ground. It’s honest work what you and your dad do, fucking is easy, you’ve always liked the taste of dick.
“Baby,” Dante starts, an uneasy look on his face, “That’s not great.”
Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you lean over the desk to jab a red nail into his chest, “Guys are stingy.” He of all people should know that. “What did you get?”
He grins real big, like he hit the jackpot, lifts his hips slightly so he can reach into his back pocket. Then he pulls out a few nickels - your face falls fast.
“You’re joking, dad.” Your bottom lip juts out, sick of showering in cold water, or side by side with your dad who’s shoulder width spans the entirety of the shower cubicle. Knocks over the caddy you’ve carefully curated with products Dante’s stolen from upper-class ladies and Patty’s bathroom cabinet alike. And he’s loud, real loud, sings over you in his tone deaf way.
“Course, who’d you think I am?” Dante snickers, pulls out a thick wad of cash, and you clap in delight as he counts it up. He smacks your hand away when you move forward to sneak a few notes - just for drugstore lashes, this pair is beyond saving. How many times can a girl soak the jizz out of ‘em? “Hey, you don’t get any, missy.”
“Seriously? I worked real hard!” Stomping your foot, you skirt around the desk and seat yourself between his spread thighs. “Like really hard, daddy, my knees hurt ‘n look—” You open your mouth wide, corners of your lips splitting with the stretch, you’re used to it by now. Had a face stuffed with cock for most of your life.
“What am I lookin’ at?”
“It’s like fuckin’ bruised back there, dad.” To be completely honest, you gave one dude a discount ‘cause he was awful handsome, and he didn’t handle you so rough. Like a real girl, not a whore.
“I can’t see shit, baby.” Dante wipes a stray droplet of spit from your chin, kisses the top of your head in a way that’s tender for him.
“Dentists can, they can tell if you’ve been sucking dick.” You tell him matter of factly, as if either of you have enough money to see a dentist in the first place.
“Lucky I’m not a dentist then.” He tucks the wad of cash back into his pocket, drops the scrunched up notes you collected in your awaiting palm. “You know you did bad today, baby.”
“Not true, dad.” You make a fist in case he decides to take them back. “Girls just pay more, they’re generous, y’know?”
“Not you though.”
“I don’t have enough to be generous, dad.” You huff, his hand comes to grope your clothed tit, pokes at your nipple through the tricot till it hardens.
“Lashes still on, panties on, hell you’re walkin’ straight - did you even work tonight, baby?” Dante raises your hips slightly, shifts you to his thigh, slotted between your own plush thighs. “Or did you just sit pretty, huh? Made daddy do all the work.”
You stretch out your arm behind you, run your fingers along the fabric of his Henley and lift it slightly, nails scratching over his happy trail, then you cup his dick. “And you’re still hard, dad, did you even try?”
“I’m hard ’cause you’re hot, nothin’ to do with my work.” Dante smiles into the nape of your neck, “Can’t help myself around you, you know that don’t you?”
“Duh, I know you can’t, dad.” You giggle when his stubble tickles your skin, preening and rubbing against you like an oversized housecat, spiky lashes tickling your cheek.
His fingers slip past the waistband of your thong, hooking them underneath and pulling the gusset taut against your throbbing clit. You shiver, skin prickling with the heat of arousal, rolling your hips forward. “Didn’t take care of you did they?”
“No, they’re so selfish.” You shake your head, rest back on his broad chest, a soft sigh falling from your lips, red lipstick long gone, only traces remain.
“I know, baby.” Dante coos, continues to tug your panties upwards, the roughness of the lace scraping your bud. “Only daddy knows how to take care of you, my fussy girl.”
“I’m not fussy, daddy, you’re just better at it.”
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vinnytotherescue · 6 months
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Hello! Can I request a drabble in which the reader is very affectionate with V’s familiars (kisses and pets) and how he would react to it? Thank you so much!
i love this so much! we are just going to ignore the fact that I just learned that Shadow is a male...How did i not notice while playing-_-
also, Shadow i only focused on griffon and shadow hope you don't mind!
warnings: none pure fluff
V x Reader: Cuddles with the familiars
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Being V’s significant other ultimately meant being able to tolerate two seemingly dangerous and overly protective familiars. That made V very anxious since he knew that not a lot of people would be able to handle such creatures. Their dark nature always scared people away. Yet you were not scared, you were fascinated. Somehow, you could even say that you had some kind of invisible bond with both Griffon and Shadow. From the moment you met them you fell in love with them and they with you, V never understood that but he nevertheless he was very grateful. 
Opening the door to your shared apartment you were faced with a silent V reading his book. Two seconds passed and before you could properly enter you were tackled down by shadow, griffon flying right next to your head. V turned his head to observe the scene, something that would occur every time you would return from work. But still it wasn’t something you could get used to. 
“Took you long enough huh (y/n)? Shadow got worried over there” Shadow just gave Griffon a death stare and continued laying in your lap. V had gotten off the couch by now and was standing next to you with a smirk on his face. 
“Griffon don’t be mean to Shadow, or we both know where you will end up” A giggle left your mouth and you turned to see and extended hand waiting for you to take it.
“I see, i think they like you more than me” V pulled you to your feet and you wrapped your arms around his waist , burying your head in the crook of his neck. 
“That’s not true and you know it” The room filled with your giggles as you stared into V’s green eyes. After detaching yourself from him you dragged him back to the couch this time your head in his lap. Your head was pounding like crazy from the intensity of your day at work and the only thing you could think about was how you were going to relax with V close to you. 
“Hard day at work?” his velvety voice was so soothing to your ears after the screaming and yelling in the office. Nero and Dante were a handful to manage. Your body curled closer to his as you nodded and you could feel your muscles relax as he stroked your head. A small smile found its place on your face as you felt something warm curling on your legs. You slightly raised your head and was faced with a sleepy Shadow. 
“You are sleepy too my boy?” you pet the huge jaguar as he now lay still on your legs, his dense fur  providing warmth to your tired body. Griffon felt left out completely so he came and took his usual place close to your chest, your arms slowly curling around him, careful not to hurt his beautiful wings. V could feel his heart warm up at the sight. He never expected this turn of events, he was beyond relieved that you three were so close. You always wanted some kind of a pet and V having two familiars was just perfect. 
Kissing both Griffon and Shadow on their heads you felt your eyes become more and more droopy as time passed by. 
“Don’t I get a kiss?” V stared at you his eyebrows raised from the lack of attention from you. You turned your head toward him mouthing a soft sorry in your way and placed a kiss on his cheek. After seeing his deadpan expression you tiredly giggled again and gave him a normal kiss on the lips. 
Your lips parted and you just went back to your original position, one arm hugging Shadow and one hugging Griffon.
“Want me to read you a bit?” You quickly nodded your head at the suggestion and closed your eyes enjoying his smooth voice filling the room. 
“I love you all” 
The words slowly started to merge into one and your breathing slowed down as you surrendered to dreamland.
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thank you for reading!! ;)
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lexsssu · 3 months
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Soft (Vergil)
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TAGS: Vergil/Dragoness!reader, smut, breeding, pregnancy, heats/ruts, oneshot Ao3 ver.
“Moooooommm, my hair’s already okay as it is. You don’t have to keep grooming it!”
“Hush, darling. Mother knows best and if I say that your hair needs to be groomed then it means that it needs to be groomed. Now, stay still and let Mama fix you up~”
Nero grumbled and pouted, but simply allowed himself to become limp in your grasp as you combed his snowy locks for him, a bright red blush lighting up his cheeks that were yet another feature he’d inherited from his father. To be honest, Nero took mostly after Vergil in terms of looks, but he was definitely more expressive than your mate.
“...’m not a lil kid anymore…”
“Regardless of how old you are, you will always be a child in my eyes, Nero. I bore you into this world with my body and nothing can ever change the bond between a mother and her child” You smile and nuzzle the top of the young man’s head, inhaling his scent while bathing him in your own, draconic instincts, particularly your maternal ones, overflowing as you carried another babe within your belly. 
“...Just let your mother be, Nero. Once your new sibling is born she won’t be babying you anymore,” said Vergil eloquently as he sat on his favorite armchair, reading through a well-worn poetry book and looking like painting straight out of a Victorian-era portrait.
“Your father is just teasing you. You’ll always be Mama’s darling boy~” You giggle and place a kiss on your son’s forehead, watching gleefully as his cheeks turn an even deeper red from your affections.
Though seemingly minding his own business, Vergil always had his eye on you both even as he read the ever so familiar words upon the inked pages. There is a softness in the blue of his eyes that is hidden from the world outside of your cozy little home. 
A softness that is reserved only for you, his mate, and all your offspring...and maybe Dante when the devil hunter wasn’t being an absolute insufferable moron.
It’s amazing how meeting you had allowed him to see the world in a different light. To rediscover parts of himself that he’d long thought to have died off on the night his entire life had changed forever and molded him into a man fraught with only the ambition for power.
He could still remember that moment so clearly, as if it happened just yesterday...
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“Do you need some help? You looked like you had quite the fall from so high up…”
The eldest son of Sparda blinked, a rare look of incredulity on his normally impassive face as he stared at the small hand being held out to him and the young woman who owned it. 
Mundus’ grotesque form lay upon the blood red ground, a mass of flesh with hundreds of hands sticking out of him that would have struck fear in the hearts of most living and undead creatures. However, the Prince of Darkness was obviously deceased as he lay immobile, gaping wounds and terrible gashes littering his foul body as if his opponent had just tore through him without mercy.
“...Do you know that thing? It kept yapping ever since I dropped in here kinda like how you did and well...I just wasn’t really in the mood to deal with the monologues so I took him out of his misery,” you chuckle at the young man’s astonished expression, quite liking how expressive his reactions were despite having only just met him.
“So ummm...do you wanna go to the throne room with me? That thing’s lackeys said that I should sit on the throne to make my rule as their new boss ‘official’ and well, I dunno about you but any place is better than kneeling on the wet ground”
Still flustered with the turn of events, Vergil could only wordlessly nod and before he could get up on his own, you grasp his free hand and pull him up with surprising strength.
“Great! Since you’re new here too, we both can get a tour of the place!”
The katana-wielder would have normally pulled his hand back by now in disgust and or disdain, but strangely enough he didn’t mind how your utterly warm and soft hand clutched his own. Your hand is so small that he could easily cover it if he took the initiative to do so, but he found himself both reluctant to move and content with...whatever this was.
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“Darling, please...fuck me open. Mate me. Breed me…!” You whine and whimper as you sway your hips tantalizingly, looking back at Vergil who’d activated his Sin Devil Trigger form with complete want and adoration. Everything about his current form aroused your most primal side, wanting nothing more than to have him fuck you until were bow-legged and undeniably swollen with his potent seed.
Though he couldn’t speak up in this form, the low grunts and the way his scaled hands took handfuls of your backside as he pressed his equally demonic-looking cock into your weeping slit had you keening and sighing as he sunk its entire length in one thrust. 
As Vergil had his way with your equally enthusiastic self, you couldn’t help but smile stupidly as thoughts of the future filled your mind. Specifically, the pitter-patter of little feet that would undeniably become an absolute reality soon enough, especially as you feel the base of your mate’s cock inflating in order to lock himself inside your willing cunt.
You always did like the name Nero...
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DMC Boys - Devil Trigger Sex
DMC Boys  - Devil Trigger Sex
Parings: Dante (All Main Line Game Versions), Reboot Dante, Vergil (All Main Line Game Versions), Reboot Vergil, Nero (DMC4 & 5 Versions), V, Sparda, Credo, Nelo Angelo x Reader
Synopsis: Monster fucking. Need I say more?
Seriously though, this is a sexy little thought experiment that I had and am doing for fun. What would it be like to have sex with the DMC boys while they are in Devil Trigger? Some notes: 1. Some characters will have multiple entries since Devil Trigger designs change every game and sometimes multiple in the same game (except for Sparda who is always the same). 2. Some characters don’t have a basic ‘body turns into demon’ Devil Trigger so I take the equivalent and work with that.
Disclaimer: Don’t actually fuck a demon, it will probably hurt, lol. But if you're into that then I ain’t gonna stop you from gettin’ that sinner tail. ¬‿¬
Trigger Warnings: aggressive lovemaking, claiming, blood, interspecies sex
DMC1 Dante
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Something to note is that at this point Dante is not using his own Devil Trigger, he is harnessing the power and appearance of the demon spirits in his weapons. This results in some interesting qualities.
When Dante DTs he does not need to stay in the demon form and can freely switch back to a human body while still having the improved speed, strength, and elemental power. This means that if taking his demon body gets a bit hard for you partway through, he can switch to his human body to give you a break without pausing the lovemaking.
A negative, however, is that because he is getting his power from the demon spirits in his weapons, he has to be at least touching his weapons to DT for you. Having a big sword strapped to his back makes positioning hard. Wearing Ifrit, though it is less of a gauntlet and more like gloves with large dragon-shaped safeguards surrounding it, makes it hard for him to touch and grab things.
Although, if you are down to do some foreplay with the weapons, whether it be a thrill of perceived danger or some provocative allusion, then their presence might just be a positive.
Another thing to keep in mind is the elemental effects his DTs have. Alastor is lightning and Ifrit is fire. And this is real lightning and fire coming off him. Dante can minimize the elemental effects and focus the power away from you. However, expect to receive little zaps and licks of fire at random when Dante’s focus falters.
As for his body while in DT, he has two forms.
The Alastor DT has wings, but they are thick and small, really only meant to fly himself, so no blanketing or flying with you.
He doesn’t have any claws, just rounded fingers, so no accidental or purposeful scratching.
He has shoulder horns that point forward so if he is getting closer you have to be right in front of him, though they are good for holding onto to brace yourself. Or, if you are on top you can lean down or lay on top of him and slot yourself between them or under them, helping to lock you in place.
His eyes are covered in a helmet-like protection so no gazing into his eyes, though it does give a layer of mystique. His mouth is still free for kisses thankfully.
His hair is gone, now replaced with hedgehog-like spikes that are surprisingly soft, flexible, and pleasant to touch for both of you if you go with the grain. Slotting your fingers through them is hard, especially the closer you get to the base, but because of how solidly and directly connected they are to his head, when you grab them he really feels it and pulling them is more of an order than a suggestion for him to move his head.
The Ifrit DT has no wings and doesn’t move as fast, but he is beefier and more powerful. Pinning you to the wall with his arms hooked under your legs just got a lot easier.
He has curved spikes on his heels which may not seem like they have utility outside of more painful kicks, but when you are ridding him while he lays on the air or over most anything regardless of shape because he has hooked his feet into the ground, then you will realize the possibilities of them.
His thighs are thicker and the inside of his legs are smooth so wrapping his legs around you is just as good, if not better, than usual. Though he now has curved spikes around his waist so you doing the same to him won’t work anymore.
He has curved, ram-like horns on his head which make great handlebars, especially when he is working his mouth on you.
The hedgehog spikes on his head are shorter, harder to grab, and he now has them protruding from his wrist to cover the top of his hands. So, even without claws, you will probably still get poked and scratched. These spikes are just as sensitive so doing things like sliding your hand, palm down, along the back of his hand gives him the most delightful of shivers up his arms and down his back.
So this is the first part I wrote so it will probably be a bit weird as I try to figure out what I want to do for these. Anyway, DMC1 Dante is the first to have multiple DT designs in one game. This one only has two (he technically has one more but it is just Sparda so you will see my thoughts when you get to Sparda), so it isn't too bad. I fear 3 though.
A big issue I had with DMC1 DTs is that there are not that many good, high-quality images and videos of the DT so it is a bit hard to make out the details. And some details aren’t shared between the one official image of each DT and the in-game model. For example, you can’t see the hedgehog spikes around Ifrit’s DT hands in the official art, but you can see it in-game. And in these games, since you only turn into a demon when attacking or flying, you can’t just look at him from all angles while he stands still. SO annoying. I tried though.
Nelo Angelo (Spoilers for DMC1)
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To start, you need to understand how large this man is. We are talking around 8 feet tall and 3 feet wide. He will tower over you in every circumstance. Things like being able to wrap your arms around his neck or kiss him will have to happen upon request, especially if he is standing or you are already impaled on him.
It also means that the stretching you will have to go through will be rough. With just a single finger of his being equivalent to the average size, you are in for some serious training if you don’t want to feel the burn. ‘If’ being the operative word.
Stomach bulge inbound.
His strength is also impressive, able to lift even large men like Dante up by the neck singlehandedly, and he will do the same to you if you want it.
What YOU want is the focus as, with how warped his mind is to be subservient, his agency is low and his will to follow your requests and orders is high.
He is covered in thick armour that he cannot fully remove as it is magically fused to his body, but he can remove and shift some choice pieces. For example, he can remove his helmet, revealing his human head, though it is larger than most just like the rest of his body.
Nelo Angelo’s face under the helmet may be that of a human man, but it was cold, stoic, and pale, like a statue. Yet it reacts when you manipulate it, whether through pulling his hair, opening his mouth, or kissing him. He moves with you, molding himself to receive your affection and mirror it, hinting at the heart still hidden away inside of him.
His armour is thick and cold but can become warm over time thanks to your body heat. It also has strips of pulsating, glowing colour which change depending on his status. These strips also create a ‘V’ over his crotch which almost gives an underwear illusion and also offers quick and easy visual feedback when your mouth is on him. So, despite his physical reaction being minimal, the deepening of the coloured strips will be the best tell to know how good he is feeling, along with his wordless noises.
Nelo Angelo cannot speak, that right has been taken from him by his master, but his groans of exertion and pleasure are loud and clear.
Nelo Angelo’s armour is surprisingly smooth, lacking in sharp claws or spikes. Even the horns on his helmet are curved downward so the chances of getting sudden jabs in low. The only points you have to watch out for are his knee guards which are tall and sharp. Although they can be used as spots to place your feet to get a bit of height or as something you can push against to force yourself back into him harder.
Is Nelo Angelo a Devil Trigger? Yes and no. It is technically Vergil’s natural state while under Mundus’ control. However, in DMC3, if Vergil is wearing the ‘Corrupted Vergil’ costume, Nelo Angelo is his Devil Trigger form. Is the appearance in DMC3 cannon? No. Did I do this just because there is something hot about the idea of being with someone/something 2-3 feet bigger than me? Yes.
DMC2 Dante
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Dante has the Amulet, a magical item that, when you place devil hearts into it, gives his Devil Trigger different attributes and abilities, meaning you can customize and tailor your sexual experience.
You want him to move fast? Slam into you with more power? Fly? Slow down time? He can do that.
You want some temperature play with fire or ice? Or receive some little shocks? Your desire is his command.
Though he can only have so many demon hearts active at once so if you wanna switch there will be a few-second pause to change his loadout.
Dante here has two DT’s, his base Devil Trigger and his desperation Majin/Sin Devil Trigger.
In his base DT, his face is still mostly human. His skin is rougher and he has some veins that distend, but he has eyes to gaze into, a nose to rub against yours, and lips to kiss.
His wings are longer, though the height and thickness are the same so they can’t offer you the blanket effect but they can wrap around you and hold you close.
He has hair for you to play with! It is not as silky smooth as him in his human form and a bit more solid than normal hair but nowhere near horn level. So, you can run your hands through it, twirl it, and grab it all you want.
He has claws so prepare for some scratches.
He also can produce gun barrels from his hands so if you are into the illusion of danger or force in your play, he has that going for you.
He also has flaps of leather armour that will drape over you like the tails of his leather coat.
Being able to make love while Dante is in his Majin DT is a rarity since he has to be greatly physically weakened. The only times you can get this form is if he is extremely sick and you convince him to do it or when he just finished a battle. While still buzzing with adrenaline and an animalistic/demonic frame of mind he may just jump you of his own volition to let out his energy and claim you as his and him as yours.
Dante grows over a foot when going into Majin DT so he will tower over you more than usual. And with his wider frame and four wings, be prepared to be fully encompassed by him, trapped in a cocoon of heat and passion.
His edges are sharper and his skin is a lot harder. He is also less human-shaped. For example, instead of his waist, hips, and legs all flowing into each other, his hip consists of a thick plate to which half of the top of his legs attach and his torso thins to a V shape that attaches to the plate, leaving a flat surface to his hips that you could place a cup on. It is unnatural and might take some time to get used to. And if you were to wrap your legs around his hips, placing them into the crevices between his torso and hip plate, they with be squeezed and firmly held in place.
He has horns on top of his head, a bit short but still enough to grasp, and horns that start on the side of his head and curve to the front. This means that if you try to deny him kisses by turning your head, you will get poked in the cheek for your trouble.
He has growths under his forearms that are sharp and produce laser blades. They get in the way sometimes when he tries to hold you, but again, if you are into the illusion of danger he can always hold a blade up to your body to get your heart pumping faster.
His face is no longer human. Majin DT is a true demon so when you look into his eyes you will see piercing red lights and when you kiss him you will feel rough, textured lips.
I’m surprised by how many better-quality images of DMC2’s Devil Triggers I found. I assumed, after looking at the DMC1 options, that DMC2 would be the hardest since it is generally the least liked in the series. It also helped that in this game you stay in the demon form so I could see pics/videos of them just standing, turning, and walking.
DMC2 Dante had an interesting dichotomy in that one Devil Trigger is the most human-looking of original cannon DTs (especially in the face) while his other DT is one of the least human-like DTs. It honestly a cool design choice (assuming they did it on purpose) to have Dante’s normal DT be human-like but when he gets desperate he loses his humanity and becomes more demonic.
DMC3 Dante
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Though Dante’s Devil Trigger appearance does change depending on the weapon he is wielding, his power is not dependent on them so he can trigger without touching a weapon. So no awkward strapping of weapons to the body to have some fun in demon mode, though the variations may be some trouble.
All of his DTs create a glowing aura with a rippling, sparking energy so there is no way for you to shyly veil your body in the darkness. He will always be able to see your beautiful body, just how he likes it.
All forms have some sort of cranial tusk-like crest. The basic/Rebellion DT has the crest curled open so going in for kisses is possible. On the other end of the spectrum, Nevan DT’s face is almost completely covered by the crests like a helmet, so you are locked out of face touches. However, in all other forms the head guards make it hard to hold his face and kiss him but it also protects you from being bit by his pointy teeth unless you purposely stick something in there like your fingers, toes, tongue, or…
The crest is also solid, so no hair to play with but some of them make good handlebars.
His arms and wings are covered in scales, and with his muscles underneath it gives a similar sensation to touching a snake.
His legs have a smoother texture so feel more slick to the touch when they wrap around you, though some of his DTs have spikes on the back so be careful.
His chest has a rib design and texture so running your hands over it and having it pressed against you gives a unique, uneven feeling.
His eyes are a sharp golden glow that don’t blink, and his lips are always twisted upward into a smile so, if you face each other, there is an odd mix of excited enthusiasm and an intense watching aura present.
Clawed hands again, though with all the sharp points with these DTs, surviving a night without being left with red marks everywhere is but a dream. Also, Beowulf's gauntlets will get in the way, though the greaves can grab things so that can be used for retrieval or interesting positions.
The Rebellion and Nevan have wings that can either fold down, giving the illusion of him wearing his red trench coat, or be open. However, unlike most winged creatures, his wings start at his lower back so instead of them blocking out the world around you as they wrap around your shoulders and head, these wings will wrap around your hips and pull you closer.
Cerberus DT also has wings, though they are more so just protrusions that don’t move, so all they do is get in the way if he tries to lay down or you want to take him from behind.
The combination of the cranial crests, coat illusion, and glove-like hands, it never feels quite like you are touching him directly. There is always a feeling of separation. Although, with how talkative and energetic Dante is, hopped up on a relatively new feeling of power and primal urges, this is compensated for.
This fucker. I was dreading this because of him. Every other character and every other Dante in this series has 1-2 DTs per game, EXCEPT DMC3 Dante. He has five. Fuckin’ FIVE! Like its honestly really cool that his design and abilities change depending on his weapon, but in this specific circumstance it makes things so much more tedious. I could have gone into separate descriptions for each like in the other characters with multiple DTs but there are just too many to do that. I already have 15 to do, I don’t want the extra work.
Also, something I noticed while staring at DMC3 Dante’s DT for so long, in my personal opinion, with no intention of offending anyone… he got a goofy face.
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He looks like he is constantly on the brink of doing an evil little gremlin laugh.
DMC3&4 Vergil
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Vergil has a base Devil Trigger and then an altered one for the brief time he wielded Beowulf.
His layers of scales, plates, and leathery skin give the illusion of clothing, even more so than Dante’s. Vergil’s layers fold and bend over each other to not only mimic his coat and vest under it but also cufflinks and a high collar. A collar so high that it goes halfway up his cheeks. They flow and bend though so sliding your hands under them is very much possible.
The sheath for his Yamato, or whatever sword he is wielding at the moment, is part of his left arm. And this isn’t simply the metal/wooden sheath fused to him, no. This sheath is made of his own leathery skin and scales. Even if he takes the weapon out of it, it is hard, long, warm, and frankly gets in the way when lovemaking. Although he does have nerves in it, so it is possibly another shaft and hole to stimulate.
Vergil has a cranial crest that sits on the top of his head, meaning it is up and out of the way. Although the shape is not really suited for grabbing, it can be used as a panel to turn his head away or towards you.
In his Beowulf DT, his coat, or the illusion of his coat, is shortened into a crop top length and instead, he has wings that are sadly too thin to actually fly with or even drape over you in a blanketing effect. However, they are flexible and flowing so you can use them a bit like leashes to either yank him away or pull him closer, though more from the core of his body than his neck. That is, if you catch him off guard as his strength is superior and he does not like being at anyone’s mercy.
His crest has sharpened making them more dangerous but better to grab while still having the panel effect to twist his head.
His chest scales have also hardened and become more defined in comparison to his basic DT, giving a rib effect. They don’t distend much but when you press your hand against his chest, or it is pressed up against yours then it becomes more apparent.
He has thick gauntlets now so more delicate caresses are harder but grabbing you is just as easy, if not easier as it is harder for you to escape his hold when you can’t claw at his hands.
In this form Vergil creates a distorting, sparking aura that obscures your view of him and can give you sharp little zaps if you aren’t careful. Although Vergil has had a lot more training in this form and so can control this aura better, giving you both a clearer view of each other. However, it also means that Vergil can consciously give you little shocks when you, in his view, misbehave and don’t listen.
Vergil technically has three DTs in DMC3 but one of them is just Nelo Angelo who has how own section.
As for combining DMC3 and DMC4 Vergil, I don’t know what you want me to do. It’s the same. It’s literally the same. At least between DMC4 and DMC5, Dante’s DT had some differences to point out and there was a whole new DT to talk about. But there is nothing for DMC4. I couldn’t even really explore how differently Vergil can control his DT since it is implied that DMC3 and Vergil’s appearance in Fortuna happened at roughly the same time. So I am sorry for the cop-out but this is what I got.
DMC4 Nero
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Nero can’t really control his demonic powers yet, which can be seen in a few ways.
First off, instead of shifting his body the energy manifests as blue phantom flames and glowing red eyes, giving him a feral or rabid look, and as a demonic blue astral figure.
This figure is large, demonic, and comes out when he asserts energy. So when he is thrusting into you or does something like grab your hair suddenly, the figure may just appear. If you are an exhibitionist this may be great for you. If you get uncomfortable being watched then Nero will have to do some training before he can take you like this.
It also does not simply hover behind or above Nero. It can also encompass his torso, so in the middle of an intimate moment you may just open your eyes to find that the face above you is different than before.
It does not speak to you, but Nero can hear it and it is determined to gain more power. And one of many ways to gain and assert power is for Nero to dominate you during sex. So, with Nero being more aggressive in DT, be ready for some rougher treatment. He loves you and would never intentionally harm you, but you may have to point out when your legs are about to give out or that the bites he is leaving all over you are bleeding a bit.
Another thing to keep in mind is that Nero does not have full control over when he goes into his DT. If he is high on adrenalin, from joy or anger, or you tease him just a bit too much, he will most likely trigger and pin you to whatever surface is nearby.
It doesn’t matter if you are alone at home, out in the forest, or on some side street, you may just find yourself with your face pressed against a cold surface with his human hand holding your hair while his Devil Bringer is already ripping your clothes to ribbons and his distorted voice growling in your ear about how badly he needs to fill you up and mark you as his.
Another non-traditional DT, wooo~…
The whole part about the astral figure having its own thoughts to some extent may be totally wrong but I got the impression that the voice that Nero hears demanding “give me more power” is it. My headcannon is that it is his more animalistic demonic nature that has been repressed manifesting as a separate entity as Nero can’t handle it until DMC5. Then again, in one of the pachinko games (weird topic I know) the figure takes on the form of Vergil and seems to teach Nero a move so IDK the fuck is going on with it.
Credo
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Though he would deny it being a ‘Devil’ Trigger, Credo does obtain the ability to harness supernatural power to change his form into something no longer human.
This transformation is a lot softer than others, consisting of smoother lines, rounded points, and lots of feathers.
He has soft white feathers along most of his body, giving you something to really sink your hands and face into. There are exceptionally thick plumes around his thighs, so when you sit on his lap its like sitting on a soft feather comforter.
His tail is also covered with feathers, though has a bare underside showing off the muscles in it. It is more like a cat tail than anything, not having the conscious ability to grab things but unconsciously draping over you when pleased.
Thankfully it doesn’t whip around when excited, so when you take him from behind it will either wrap around your waist or drape over your shoulder.
The feathers of his singular wing are separated into three sections, offering three tactile pleasures to experience. A soft upper part, a muscular lower part, and slick blade-shaped feathers with smooth edges.
Though the feathers do not cover the crotch, they line either side so no sensory slapping sounds of skin hitting skin, but also no painful jabs of hipbones so there are pros and cons.
Speaking of the crotch, he had a chastity belt-looking protective plating that opened up like a little double door.
The plume on his head can get in the way a bit when you go in for kisses, but there is no structure to it so you can just push it aside.
There is, sadly, a rather big elephant in the room that will impede your loving making, at least until you figure out how to work with it or around it. In this form, one of Credo’s arms is attached to a large shield. It is 2/3s his body height, solid as steel, and a constant. His other arm does end in a hand with rounded fingers that can hold and caress you. His other though, will be in the way. Though it does offer good cover if either of you want to sneak in a tantalizing touch in public (not that Credo would ever condone such a thing but he hasn’t pushed you away either) and it offers a surprisingly comforting and secure nesting spot for when you are settling down after. And with how he can fly, even with only one wing, it can be like a little basket to carry you around in.
Atop his head are two sets of horns, one that creates an incomplete loop which makes a great handle and another set that points backwards quite a ways and has a layer of feathers on top. The letter set is long enough that even if you are average human height, compared to Credo who is 6’4”ish and grows a few inches when transforming, you can easily grab one and use it to yank his head up and back while you slam into him from behind.
Another oddity not often seen is how the claws on his toes and heels stick straight up. It may take some ingenuity to use them but there is potential there, especially those who have a particular liking to feet.
Unfortunately, the human-looking face he has is a façade, nothing but a solid mask. Like a sculpture of the gods, it is hard and unmoving. The golden hairs making up his beard are like strands of golden thread, his red eyes do not blink, and his lips stay curved in the slightest of a closed-mouth smile, even when he speaks. It truly gives the feeling of an angle taking on a more conceivable form for you so it may bestow upon you a gift. Though the ‘gift’ in this case is rather sinful.
This is one of those things that is not actually labelled as a Devil Trigger but could be argued as one.
One thing that people may not agree with me on is the idea that Credo’s shield in DT is part of his body and I admit, it is kind of unclear. I argue it is because we never see him not with it (unlike his sword and spear which he can throw and drop) and his in-game module does not have a left hand, his arm just melds into the back of the shield (see pic if it works).
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After the fight, Nero gets an item (as he does after every boss fight) that is stated to be Credo’s shield. However, the Aegis Shield (what the item is officially called) does not look like Credo’s shield and when we see Credo later, he still has his shield. And, unlike how in other post-boss battle cutscenes we see Nero holding the ripped off item and it disappears as he absorbs it’s power, Nero grabs Credo’s shield, absorbs power, then throws the shield and Credo aside rather than ripping it off.
DMC4 Dante
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Dante has two Devil Triggers, though one can’t be held for more than a minute so it is more for brief moments of passion or something to spice up the already spicy moment.
Dante’s DT here gives the illusion of a more human appearance.
The colouring and positioning of his scales and plates mimicking his red trench coat, gloves, chaps, and boots. He has lips and a nose, and there are white layers on his head and chin that look like his hair at a glance. However, the heat radiating off of him and the reptilian-like textures always remind you of the demonic nature of the thing currently spreading your legs.
His eyes are also a dead giveaway as there is nothing human about them.
The glowing spot on his chest that looks like a hole with cracks spreading out from it is a sensitive spot for him. Run your fingers along it, kiss it, or lick it and you can feel the vibration of his pleased growls and purrs.
He has more faux coattails this time, 4 to be exact, they are a lot more flexible and flowing than those before so moving them to take him from behind is easy.
Though he does get a bit faster, Dante’s DT offers much more strength this time around so be prepared to not walk the next day.
In this DT you don’t just have to watch out for his clawed hands, but also around his chin so the usual playful scratchy sensation of his stubble is now hard, and potentially painful, spikes.
He has spikes that start on his chest and go up past his shoulders. These are okay handlebars, though only work for leading his torso rather than his head. They can also get in the way when trying to go down on you or face sitting, but if you guys take the time to slot your legs between his face and the spikes, then no matter how much you squirm and jerk, you can’t escape his ravenous tongue.
His foot claws are longer now, unlocking the potential of Dante hanging upside-down down for some spider-man kisses or standing 69ing.
Also, first of Dante’s DTs to have a bulge so that means there is something to grind on for a bit for foreplay. And who knows, maybe the sudden appearance of a bulge means he has more packing down there this time.
Dante’s Dreadnaught DT does not last that long, a minute or two max, and he has to build up power and anger to even trigger it.
When he does pull it off though, there is an intense darkness about him in this form. Not just visually as his whole body is veiled in a deep black shadow-like fog with only the ripples of power along his spikes and helmet-like guard offering colour and light. But there is also a foreboding darkness with how his movement is slowed.
When he approaches you, he doesn’t run, he walks as his power is weighing him down. Yet his steps are silent, as if he isn’t touching the ground. When he touches you, it is cold and has an airy feeling, like little puffs of smoke are brushing against your skin. He is invulnerable in this state so he never truly feels anything in this state. He can’t feel your touch or your warmth. He has to focus to register your attempt to push and pull him. He can’t even clearly see you, at least not in detail.
This all creates a feeling of separation, detachment you could say. Yet it also has a mystique and dread, as if an omnipotent supernatural being had chosen you to pursue.
I have honestly never heard of Dreadnaught DT before doing research for this. It isn't even listed on the DMC Fandom Wiki Devil Trigger page! I only found out about it because I was watching { DANTE }‘s videos of showing off Dante’s DTs to see their in-game models and movement and it is featured there. There isn't that much info on it online aside from people talking about its lack of use and the fandom wiki has a single tiny paragraph about it on the Royal Guard page.
Reboot Dante
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For Dante to go into Devil Trigger he has to have his mother's amulet and be in Limbo, or the worlds have to be merged by now, so there is a dissociative aspect to making love here and like this. The world isn’t quite right here, and neither is Dante when he is triggered.
When he triggers, every living being except for himself is lifted into the air as if gravity had been turned off. You become floaty and dazed, your mind and body slowing down until Dante grabs you and pulls you back to land. The fog in your brain never fully disappears but things become clearer as his mouth aggressively kisses and bites at any open skin he can get to and his hands start clawing at your clothes.
If you touch the ground and focus you can find gravity again. But if Dante keeps you elevated and keeps your mind scrambled with pleasure then you are left in anti-gravity, at the mercy of Dante who can easily flip you around and lift you. It also means that his grip on you is all the stronger as he is responsible for holding you in place.
The colours of the already distorted world distort further, draining into white and black and all the shades in between. Even his dark hair bleaches into white during this time. The only splashes of colour are on Dante himself through his clothes and eyes, making it so you always look at him.
Though his body remains human, his eyes turn from pale blue, to the point they could be called grey, to a striking black and red, which match his more aggressive, demonic nature in this form.
When Devil Triggered, Dante is tapping into his demonic half and the longer he stays in it the more humanity escapes him. If your foreplay takes too long or by the time you reach your peak he may be too far gone to hear or care about your need for a break.
Thankfully Kat has created a spray that can knock Dante out of his DT if you need it.
But if you choose not to use it and let Dante’s DT run its course, Dante’s sense of concern for your exhaustion and boundries slip away as he loses himself to demonic urges of claiming and, if he has even the slightest interest in starting a family while in the right mind, breeding you.
It doesn’t matter if you’re in tears, if you’re twitching from overstimulation, or if you have gone limp in exhaustion, Dante needs to do this. To fill you, to mark you, to get rid of this burning sensation in his body and quench his hunger.
Advance warning (or post warning depending on if I reorganize these); any person without an actual demon form will usually have shorter parts since the majority of the other parts are about explaining how touching them would work when their body is so different. Without a different body shape, I am left to focus on something unique about the DT. In this case, I focused on how blinded Dante gets when in DT. In the game, we see how he is so blinded by betrayal and pain that he almost kills Vergil. So I tried to translate that tunnel vision of intense reaction to emotions into sexual desire. I think it came across well, though I feel that this might just inch into possible non-con with how aggressive and primal they become. I know some people aren't into that so I want to write it in a way that gives you an out if you want while leaving the possibility open if you are into that.
Reboot Vergil
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Vergil has been training with his demonic power for a long time and chooses to focus the power outside of himself, so he is not as animalistic when DTing as others.
Even visually he can choose not to change, but if you want the pale skin, glowing eyes, and veiny look he can certainly do that for you.
The only visual change that he might let slip when in the heat of the moment are the flecks of demonic energy that hover around him and fly off in wild directions with more intense movement.
His DT consists of him creating a doppelganger that can work in tandem with him or act on its own. Meaning you have two Vergil’s to work with.
Two voices telling you how good you look and feel, and how he couldn’t focus on work when all he could think about was you.
Two sets of lips and teeth to kiss and mark every part of your body.
Two sets of hands sliding your clothes off and leading you into position.
Two tongues lapping at you and preparing you.
And two dicks searching to slide into you and be wrapped in your warmth.
The doppelganger does pose some differences though. The most obvious being that visually he is not consistently there, like a body you can get glimpses of through a thick mist.
He can also change colour if that does anything for you.
The doppelganger can also choose when it is corporeal and incorporeal, so even if you have clothes on or are wrapped up in a blanket, he can move through it and touch your skin directly anyway.
The doppelganger can also act as a surrogate. So while Vergil is busy with a meeting, his attention may be split as half of his mind is focusing on controlling his double as it takes you in the next room over. Call it prep for when the meeting finishes and Vergil can take over or join the fun.
This was another one where there is no physical change into a different body so I have to work with what I’ve got, which is not much.
DMC5 Nero
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Nero has finally unlocked his full DT transformation and he can even control it better than before, meaning your intimacy can be more controlled and sensual. Unless you want him to be a wild beast because he would happily oblige.
His DT is more on the human side, with a navel, abs, pecks, and a mostly human-shaped face with warm lips that actually mold to yours rather than are stiff and just follow along like many other DTs.
His butt in DT is like a human’s rather than covered in scales or plating, meaning it can be grabbed, can jiggle and tense, and can be smacked with that satisfying sharp sound ringing out, though it is usually drowned out by the sounds that slip from his lips when you do land a good hit on his rear end.
His eyes are lizard-like and glow, making them more piercing. The kind that you can see track your movements from across the room like a hunter waiting for its prey.
His hair grows exponentially, going a third down his back. It is silky smooth to the touch, tough enough for you to yank on, and thick enough to block out the light when Nero hovers above you and his hair drapes over you just right.
He does have some spikes and plating, such as his calves which are covered in sharp spikes and his shoulder guards which are made for a particular set of astral hands that are not yours so they are hard to hold. Although if you slot your arms between the shoulder lines just right, they can become wedged and all you can do is grab and claw at Nero’s back while you are held open and helpless for him.
He also has a couple of chin spikes so no chin nuzzling.
The rest of his plating, scales, and skin are smooth so wrapping yourself around him, being wrapped up in him, sitting, straddling, and all the rest can be done comfortably.
The plating around his side leads down his torso, making a sort of happy trail leading your hand to just the right place.
He also has a bulge, though, like a lot of him, it is more human in proportion compared to his dad or uncle. Don’t tell him that though because he will simply have to show you how he is a grower rather than a shower.
His hands are clawed now, claws that are really long but not razor sharp. Perfect for dragging across your skin to give you those pleasant tingles without actually causing harm. Again, unless you want that.
Speaking of claws, he has a second set now… kind of. His wings act more like arms with claws rather than wings. They have the full range of a normal hand, and arguably more, so can grab and lift and pull you around as he desires.
Although these clawed wings are not exclusive to his TD and can come out whenever. They tend to get integrated into all of your intimate moments, whether intentionally or not. And they are even occasionally involved with the lead-up as he keeps his real hands somewhere tame while his Bringer Claws sneak over to and grab something a bit spicier.
He has a pair of horns on his head but they are not really shaped well for holding. They are more like head guards with a feather-like scaling pattern that is quite pleasing to the touch for both of you.
They do make the space a bit tight when you go in for a kiss. Though he likes this as once he has you pinned down and brings his face nice and close, there is no escaping from his lips for you. As for the rest of your body? Trust me, he will find a way to leave his sharp little teeth marks all over you.
His voice becomes distorted when in DT, making it deeper and more gravely to the point of pretty much having reverb.
Holding his DT does take some effort, so he pants and breaths a bit harder and more often. And with how his voice is affected those sighs and sharp intakes ring out through the room.
I’m surprised with how little I had to say for this one, but I guess that is because his DT is rather tame in regard to representing a demon. Also, a lot of little things I have said have already been said for the other guys. And I am losing steam. I’m almost done though, so close…
V
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V was a human, he did not have the same demonic energy as his kin, not from his own being at least.
That doesn’t mean you and he can’t have some demonic fun, he just requires some assistance. If you are up for it, of course.
For the most powerful demonic force V has under his control is mindless, lacking a true will of its own, and does not exactly have a solid form. It is flexible, moldable, one could even say like a thick liquid.
Nightmare, under V’s command, can change its body at will.
It could be like a large drop of warm water gliding around your skin, pinpointing your sensitive areas under your clothes as you try to do something else.
It can be like a thin snake, sliding around your body, squeezing you just enough to make your heart pound.
It can lay thin across your skin like clothing or even closer, contouring perfectly to your body, while heating, vibrating and shifting around.
It can surround you in intertwined and knotted tendrils that poke, prod, slide, writhe, and thrust around you.
Or it can fully encompass you, like you are submerged in water with every bit of your skin coated yet everything is dark, warm, and relentlessly stimulating you.
And all the while V is sitting nearby, watching and controlling the moment carefully.
His primary focus is on you, making sure you are safe and satisfied, occasionally slipping in for a moment to surprise you with a sudden texture shift before disappearing again.
But if you were to call out to him, asking him to join, well he could multitask.
So this is the most different of any of these Devil Triggers to the point that I was debating not putting it in. But I decided, why not. We are already going crazy with these things, why not get some slime/tentacle hentai in here. I still chose to keep it really short though since this may be uncomfortable/a step too far for some people.
DMC5 Dante
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Again, Dante has two DTs, with his first one being very similar to the one he used during the Fortuna incident. So a lot of the points mentioned there carry over. There are a couple of new things to mention though.
For one, he has more control over his demonic power now, meaning he can control the heat radiating off him better and, more importantly, his eyes are no longer just glowing orbs of power. Though more reptilian than human, you can see Dante’s eyes, gaze into them, and see how they darken with lust and then shine with love as you cuddle after.
His feet have actually shrunk so, no more upside-down fun, but that is made up for by his wings.
What looks like the tails of his coat can lift and open into a pair of wings that he can fly with or wrap around you. With 2 wings, even with each wing having 2 segments, he can’t quite encompass you like in his Majin form but with the glowing, circular pattern on the inside it offers a visual effect that is hypnotizing to watch. This dazzling visual is enhanced when ripples of sensation and energy surge through Dante causing the lights to flicker and waver.
His wings also have hooks on the top which he can use to hold you, in particular your shoulders, in place so you don’t slide away from him as he slams into you.
Now on to his Sin Devil Trigger.
He does have to stab himself to get into this form which could be a turn-off or turn-on for you. It has happened to him so many times that it does not faze him all that much, though he does let out some deep groans and growls as he feels the rush of power take him over.
This is the farthest from human-like he has looked since his brief time being able to hold Majin form. No nose, eyes back to being simple glowing slits of energy, and not even lips to kiss.
His skin is like rock and if he doesn’t focus, he could burn you with how hot his body becomes.
And there are spikes everywhere. Head, shoulders, arms, chest, legs, nowhere is truly safe. Even his waist, though having a similar thinness and flatness to his Majin DT, has spikes pointed at it so it is a risky idea to slot your legs around them.
But if you can brave the danger and you both are able to keep safety in mind, or not if you like some pain, this will be the most intense night you will ever have. Each thrust takes your breath away and the weight of his body almost makes you feel trapped, a true feeling of being taken by a wild beast.
Add in the fact that the hooks on his wings, of which he has four now, have become more like appendages so they can bend and twist at will, which means he can scoop up and manipulate your body, counting his arms too, in six ways now, making you feel surrounded and at the mercy of this titan.
Also, Sin DT has a bigger bulge, so we all know what that means…
The bulge is even shaped a bit like it and it has a cracked, lit slit separating the protecting scales as if it is so big that it is almost forcing its way out.
Also, his ass is surprisingly round and big, covered in small scales which means you can feel the muscles move under them. But there is a spine-like structure between his cheeks so no hotdogging but gripping and caressing are still on the table.
Some sensitive places are along the glowing spots of his inner forearm and on the glowing inside of his horns. Not the long ones on top of his head, but the ones wrapping around the sides of his head. Because of how rough and hard his skin is, just touching them isn't enough. You have to claw and dig into them. When you do though you get this interesting sound. This crackling, sizzling sound along with his warped, deep growl and snap of his jaw.
It’s the most sensation he can feel in this form while making love, aside from finishing of course. Dante feels so powerful, so invulnerable in this state that when you do it suddenly it's like his brain shuts down for a minute. He twitches and may even crumble down onto you for a second before bouncing back. And though it may be stifled by the distortion, you can also hear him whimper. Quite the contrast from his intimidating form, but this is a power only you are privy to and can exploit out of him.
Unlike most people who joked about/did not consider the Devil Triggers being sexy until the first clear shot of Dante’s Sin DT was of his beautifully sculpted booty, I have always been curious about the weirder, more creative side of fantasy sex, and so have occasionally imagined scenarios like these. I used to shy away from writing/sharing fanfiction ideas about crazier things as I feared the possible onslaught of hate. Now though, I wonder how different the reception for these will be since the immaculate rear ends of DMC5’s DTs are a meme and normalized?
DMC5 Vergil
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Vergil’s Devil Trigger has lost practically all of its clothing illusions and is overall less human-like.
He is a lot more ridged and sharp now, with pointed protective scales and plating along his chest, limbs, and head. There is a soft spot, however, right over his stomach. The scales are smaller and thinner to the point where you can feel his ab muscles flex and contract due to choice or as a reaction to stimulation. Everywhere else though you must take caution.
This caution should also extend to his bulge of all things. The shape is a bit odd as it both curves up and down. The up curve is relatively smooth and if he leans back enough, you could even sit on it while he is standing. The downward curve is where the danger lies.
The protective plating and scales form a dragon head with glowing eyes and everything. Does it move? Probably not, but the little fangs and curved snout of the crotch dragon may just rip into your clothing.
His arm sheathes make a return and is both less and more obstructive. On the positive, they are shorter now and open, acting more as pipes that exude demonic energy that form into blades than a place to store a physical sword. On the other hand, he has them on both forearms now.
Speaking of pipes, his cranial crests have opened and become exhaust pipes for demonic energy that burst forth like blue flames. Vergil does have enough control over his demonic blood to choose when and if he creates these flames and how hot they are. He can actually make them cool to the touch, allowing you to run your hands through them without risk of injury. Even if you are not that interested in them, he likes to have at least a small flame going as the way the light reflects in your eyes makes you even more dazzling than usual.
He has horns and spikes that protect his face but there is enough room for you to slot your head in there for kisses, though he has no lips to kiss with.
He does, however, have a lightly barbed tongue that, with careful control of his demonic energy, he can also choose to make hot or cold as it explores your mouth or drags across your skin.
He has wings that he uses this time, able to fly you around so he may abscond with you to a more private area when the need arises. They have a glowing ripple pattern on the inside that, along with the energy flames of his head and arms, can create quite a flashy light show. Now whether he uses that to entertain or distract you is something for him to decide.
He also has a tail, and quite a long and strong one at that. Unlike most tails, his attaches to his upper back, making it start closer to your head level. This makes capturing you by the shoulders or wrists and lifting you off the ground, suspending you and leaving you helpless in front of him while both his hands are free, easy.
The main length of the tail has large, flat scales that come to softer points, so even if it slithers over you against the grain, it won’t hurt as long as it is going slow.
The end of the tail is barbed, but the actual tip is thin, smooth, and around a foot long. This means it can act as a good replacement, or additional, rod to play with.
And with the fact that Vergil can create a doppelganger in the image of his demon form while in his human form, well you can have the best of both worlds at the same time.
Now, some people may think that me not expanding on Vergil’s doppelganger ability is a waste, but all of that detail had to be used for Reboot Vergil because that is all Vergil’s DT is in that game. I guess I could copy and paste a handful of points to this section but that would be a waste and cheap. Besides, this might encourage those who skip parts to go back and actually read Reboot Vergil’s part, lol.
Sparda
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Sparda is very comfortable in his demon form, more so than his human form, so he knows exactly how to use it.
He has a lot of protruding bits that mimic armour. For example, he has plating that acts as shoulder guards and scaling on his legs that go up to his hips. It gives ‘a man in uniform’ type of vibe but it can get in the way.
The biggest hinderance is the protective ring around his chest that comes to a point in the front. Chest to chest contact just won’t happen. It isn’t even big enough for you to sit in for easier eating out. The only possible positive is its ability to capture liquids, so if you are into puddles of various things you have that going for you.
At least his knee guard-like protrusions, the ones on his legs, and the ones on his shoulders can help you hang on. Whether it be planting your feet on his knee guards to get a bit higher, using his leg guards for hooking your legs around his surprisingly thin waist, or having your legs sit between his shoulder guards and head for the aforementioned easier sitting for licking.
Speaking of his legs though, they, and his arms, have this interesting ripple texture that is flat enough to his body that they don’t cause discomfort but make a pleasing ticking sound when you drag your nails across them.
He has spikes on the tops (closest to the elbow) of his forearms, so fisting can only go so far.
His horns go out to the side and curve downward so they stay out of the way for kisses and, though thick at the base, thin out at the tips so you can grasp them. One function that Sparda had never considered before though is how, when facing away from you, you can hook your arms under his horns and rear his head up.
His fingers are clawed but surprisingly not his toes. Instead, his feet are hoofed with the split like a goat. Not much utility during sex but the sound they make when he walks around is a surprisingly soft yet satisfying ‘clop’.
His lips are upturned, unlike humans, so he does not quite smile and looks as if he is frowning, or scowling with how his head armour shapes his eyes. It may take some time for you to get the more subtle signs signalling his true feelings. Or, if you train him right, you can weaponize your concern of not being able to read his face into making him be more vocal during lovemaking.
His wings are bug-like, having a harder protective shell and 4 sheer wings that shimmer in the light. When he flaps them they beat quickly, creating a decent amount of wind which can be used to either manipulate temperature, for comfort or excitement, and to make the parts of you already wet tingle as the chilly breeze hits them.
So a couple of interesting notes about this one. First off, would you count this as a Devil Trigger? It’s not really clear if Sparda’s demon form is his natural state and he just chooses to have a human form to fit in better with humans or if his human looking form is equally his natural state and he just switches form depending on the situation. The only beings we have seen that take on a drastically different look when DTing are demon/human crossbreeds, which Sparda is not, and Lucia who (spoilers) is an artificial demon created by Arius made to look human so she, and others like her, can act as his bodyguards in the human world without drawing suspicion. (spoiler end). So jury is out on that one.
Second point which causes some problems when making this is the fact that the details for Sparda’s demon form are vague. We knew the general idea but because most of our looks at Sparda are through different characters channeling his power, the DT changes to fit that character. For example, when Vergil DTs into Sparda’s form he still has the skin sheath thing on his arm, which Sparda definitely didn’t have. The only time, as far as I know, that we have seen Sparda’s demon form in a main game, the REAL Sparda, is in the opening of DMC1 but that is obscured. I did the best I could, but it may not be accurate.
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