#dmc v lemon

[ladygoth]

ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴍᴄ ᴠ ᴀ ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ

mummy kink

knowing that he’s sensitive is what makes you eager to suck V’s cock so often, listening to him whimper and tense in response to your wet mouth kept you going.

holding eye contact and spitting against his size usually earned a energised reaction from him and—submissive he’d become whenever you’d compliment how good he tastes in your mouth.

kitten licking his tip and whirling the tip of your tongue against his slit, eyes flirtatious and laced with erotica while you massages his swollen sac, hearing how desperate and frantic his moans would become when he’d hold your head, silently begging you to take his entire cock with your mouth.

thus, you would but not before hearing him beg with his words. “say you want to cum in my pretty mouth baby boy,” you’d hum, eyes glinting with tease, aware with how addicted he was to your opening. “mummy wants to hear you say it.”

“mummy I want to cum in your mouth!” he’d shamefully moan, voice built with impatient pitch as he’d move his hips upwards, forcing his shaft through your moan which would tick off a content response from you, allowing the man to take your throat with his cock, gagging at the length of his size licking the back of your throat.

“such a good boy,” you’d moan when you’d pull his length out your mouth, sucking the head of his dick once more while the desperate and submissive groans continued to escape from the back of his throat.

“im your good boy—im your good boy!” he’d echo, his frantic moans caked with a sheet of possessiveness. eyes stirred shut while he continued to sing your ownership of him while aggressively rocking his hips inside your mouth, milking his climax and allowing his load to paint your throat with his hot and white load. “im your good boy—im your good boy,” he’d whisper while his shaft flinched and twitched the rest of his cum inside of your mouth.

the soft drag of your mouth sending him to an episode of tiredness, his hand over his stomach while his eyes had been a shadow, weakly aware of your movements as you sat on your knees, content of the position you had him in.

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i was in a feral mode while writing this idk

[dmcimaginess]

Would you be willing to write about the dmc boys and thigh riding please?

LEMON AHEAD!

Dante: Ohh he is so into it. He loves the feeling of your heat agains his leg, and will sometimes tease you by rising and lowering his leg now and then. He may even grab your asscheeks roughly and spread them as you ride him, earning a small gasp from you. And when he feels you getting wet and making a mess on his leg? He wants to fuck you right then and there. And trust me, he will.

Vergil: He really doesn’t understand it at first, why does this arouse you? At least that is until you two try it. He would leave his pants on the first time, as you ride him fully naked. There was something about your movements and your needy moans that woke something on him, and he slowly draws his hads towards your hips, making you yelp as he pushes you even harder against his leg. Congratulations, you unlocked a new Vergil kink.

Nero: This sweet pea is honestly kind of embarrassed with thigh-riding. Sure, he will indulge you, but he doesn’t really knwo what to do besides just sit there while you ride his leg. You will have to guide him, kiss him passionately, biting his lips softly and grab a fistful of his hair as you rub yourself against him, and maybe that will start making him feel aroused as well. He gets especially excited when he feels how you are easily sliding on his leg due to your wetness.

V: His legs are quite thin so he is self-conscious about the whole deal. But he will be willing to try nonetheless. It surpirses him actually, how the moment you set yourself on his thigh and feels your heat agains his skin he is already starting to feel aroused, and when you start to move and looks at him with those needy eyes? God, maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all. He will grab you by the hips and help you move, maybe even pressing you down so he can feel more of you on his leg. You can make a mess on him, he doesn’t care, just looking at you while riding his leg sends shivers of delight down his spine.

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-Lettuce

[nightowlfandom]

V (DMC5)- All Tied Up

What have I created. My shameful ways have been exposed. ALSO, if the word ‘pet’ or terms of equal caliber is insulting or offensive to you, then this isn’t the happy fan fiction land you want to be in. 

I have created a monster and I wish to fade into obscurity where I belong because I am a shameful woman. FOR SHAME, SELF.

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“Well isn’t this a sight to behold.”

You could just barely make out his voice, low and predatory. His voice echoed throughout the empty room. It sounded like he was far away, like you had no clue where he was or where he’d move next.

You felt powerless. Your eyes were completely covered by a black scarf and both your wrists were tied to a bed frame. Your body was completely bare, exposed to the cold air. You didn’t dare respond. With this sick game of his, if you said anything he would use it against you. You didn’t dare open your mouth to speak. Giving him the satisfaction of using your own words against you was not a game you wanted to play.

Okay maybe it was. Yeah it definitely was.

“Forgive me for being so bold, but your body looks ravishing, my dear.” V’s voice seemed as if it was circling around you. It felt like it went from one ear to the other. Mixed with that echo, it felt scary. “I can’t get over how helpless you look.” The statement alone was enough to make you shiver. You felt twice as helpless as you looked. Maybe three times depending on who asked. “Hm, have you lost your ability to speak, quiet one?” he teased. You couldn’t see it, but you knew that sadistic smile of his was aimed towards you. “Have you anything to say?”

“N-no, can’t say I do.” you stammered over your words. “S-stop teasing.” you breathed. “It’s not f-fair.” you dared to say.

V gave a short and bitter sounding laugh. “You’ll come to realize, darling...I don’t play fair when it comes to claiming what’s mine.” He had to grab a hold of his resolve. Had he allowed himself to indulge in his own impatience even for a second, the fun would have been over before it even began. He certainly couldn’t have that. “And if I haven’t made it clear enough, you belong to me. Did you forget?”

“How could I ever forget?” you scoffed. If you could roll your eyes, your probably would have. “Okay...you have a point.” you sighed almost dreamily. You were just glad you could move your legs freely. He either forgot, or he was really planning something. Fear and excitement coursed through your body. What was he planning? When was he gonna do it? Why was he making you wait? “A really good point.” 

 You suddenly felt something cold trace down your stomach. The sudden feeling made a gasp escape your lips. You instantly knew it was the handle of his cane. 

V bit his lip, gripping the smooth staff tightly. His knuckles shook, along with his whole body. His jaw went slightly slack as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. He wasn’t one to drool but if anyone could make him come close to that, it would be you. He sucked in a harsh breath, taking his bottom lip between his teeth again. “I always do.” he hummed.

“V....” you whined again, this time fidgeting even more.

“Ah, Ah, Ah...” he chided. “Patience, my sweet.” he hummed, drawing his cane back. A barely audible squeak was all he received in response. “Good. How should I take you first? With fingers, or maybe my mouth, why don’t you choose tonight, my love, my muse?”

“Um...Uhh.” your head spun. “M-mouth.” you replied shyly.

“Hmm?” he chuckled, his voice now seeming to be right next to you. “Speak up, my dear.”

“Mouth.” you repeated louder, inhaling sharply. “Please...don’t make me say it again.” you pleaded. “Or beg...or cry” you began trailing off, sounding completely foolish. More than usual.

“But I rather enjoy when you beg me for release.” he tutted. “I suppose since you’ve been such an obedient little thing...but first-” You heard shuffling, and felt the bed dip down a little. You were suddenly welcomed by breath on your face, then a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Seeing you writhe about the way you were was making his patience wear dangerously thin. He began trailing more blazing kisses down your throat. “To think your fate lies within my two hands, lethal or salubrious.” he mused. “How easy could I snap your little throat in two seconds.”

Pssst the answer is probably very easily.

 His slick wet tongue slithered down your chest, purposely avoiding your breasts. Instead, the pads of his fingers delicately skimmed over your nipples. Teasing bastard. You instantly squeezed your legs together in an attempt to create some sort of friction between your legs. 

How cute V thought as he traveling lower and lower. He swirled his tongue around your navel, inching closer to that sweet spot.

Suddenly, you felt his hand slip between your legs, or at least try. Your toes curled absentmindedly feeling his previously featherlight touch become slightly aggressive. “Now, now...open up for me won’t you?”

Hesitantly, you loosened your force and allowed him to spread your legs.

“You smell divine, my love.” he commented. You could picture his biting his lip, which was just an image that sent a sting right to your nethers.

He was now eye level with your most intimate parts. "It's been so long since I've had you like this, all ready for me." He cooed. He dragged one of his fingers up your slit. His hot breath hit your heat, causing you to go dizzy. You grasped onto your bindings the best you could, just waiting in anticipation. "I intend to take you in a million ways in this short time we have together my sweet. When the sun rises, I fear you may not remember your name when we're done playing together." He laughed sinisterly. “I doubt we’ll get much sleep.” 

Without another word, he slowly kissed the outside of your slit. His feather light touch tickled and made your legs twitch a little. He gave another peck, this time letting his lips linger before he darted out his tongue to lick a stripe up your folds. He could only smile when he heard your gasp of approval. Had your hands been free, they would have been tangled in his silky black hair, begging for him to do more. But, they weren’t. You were absentmindedly tugging at your bindings as his tongue lashed against your flesh. 

V reveled in your mewls and cries for release, it caused his to dig the pads of his fingers into your thighs. It didn’t help you hold still though. You could feel a burning sensation at the pit of your stomach. 

“Absolutely delectable.” he grunted, dragging a finger up your slit. “Shall we play some more?”

[trashassassin]

Two Halves of a Whole | 4: An Exploration of Senses (V x Reader)

Hi, my name is trashassassin, and I’m addicted to writing gentle femdom stories about V. Something about putting him in scenarios where he gets told he’s a good boy who deserves the whole world brings joy to my crusty soul.

In this chapter, we explore the magical world of sensation play! I want chocolates now after proofreading this and I have no one to blame but myself for that.

Word Count: 3190

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexually Explicit Content, Light BDSM

"Kneel."

Your command was simple, and yet, it opened the door for so many possibilities.

V obeyed, taking his place before you, his eyes rising to meet yours in anticipation of what was to come next. 

"Don't move," you said. "I'll be right back."

He nodded and you ran off to retrieve the items you'd set aside for tonight's session. 

There would be no torture or punishment planned on this particular evening. You had a small assortment of things laid out on your bathroom counter, none of which had any obvious relation to one another, and grabbed the most important one first: a simple blindfold made of silky, black fabric. 

You returned to where V was waiting and knelt down beside him. 

"I'm gonna put this on you," you said, holding out the blindfold for him to see. "No peeking, or you'll ruin the surprise."

You placed it over his eyes and tied it at the back of his head, adjusting it a few times to make sure it was properly snug. 

"Can you see anything?" you asked. 

"No," he replied. "Not at all."

"Good." 

Now that he would no longer be able to see them, you made a brief return to the bathroom to grab the rest of your things. Your focus tonight was to be on sensation, none of it particularly painful for the time being, though that possibility was still on the table depending on how things went.

When you returned, you laid everything out on the floor in front of you: a scented candle with a lighter, a box of chocolates, a few packets of hand warmers, and a cup of ice cubes, a few of which had unfortunately melted during the preparation stage.

Now all that was left was to choose which one to use first. You decided to start off with your hands in order to keep him wondering a little longer.

You knelt behind him and held your palms just above his shoulders.

"I’m going to touch you now," you said.

You pressed your fingertips lightly against his skin, then ran them down the length of his arms, which became instantly covered with goosebumps.

"Mm, you’re so sensitive," you said. "I think you’re really gonna enjoy this."

You pulled your hands away to retrieve an ice cube from the cup, causing it to clink against the glass, and he jumped just a little.

"Don’t be scared."

You placed your free hand against his back.

"I’m just not used to this," he said.

"I promise I won’t bite," you said. "Unless you want me too, of course."

This managed to get a laugh out of him.

"Not tonight, I don’t think," he said.

"Pull your shoulders back. You’re so tense."

He did as you said and you gave him a few more moments of anticipation as you ran the ice cube between your hands until they were suitably cold. And then, you placed them on either side of his abdomen.

He gasped.

"That’s really cold," he said.

You rested your chin against his shoulder.

"Do you like it?" you asked.

"I’m not sure yet," he replied.

You brushed your fingers up and down his body a few times, pressing your palms against his skin every so often before drawing your hands away again.

"Maybe if it was more concentrated," you said. 

You grabbed another ice cube from the glass and held it between your thumb and forefinger. 

"Let me know if it gets too cold, okay?" 

"Okay." 

He dropped his head slightly and smiled, and the sight of it warmed your heart. 

"You're so cute," you said. You leaned in and kissed his cheek, bringing a pink flush to its surface. "Alright, hold still."

You slipped your hands beneath his arms and he shuddered as some of the cold water dripped onto his skin. 

You rested one hand on the left side of his chest and, with the other, began to drag the ice cube across his collarbone, just below his neck.

He inhaled sharply and his shoulders tensed again. 

"What is that?" he asked. 

"An ice cube."

You dragged it down his chest and passed it off to your other hand. 

Not wanting to overwhelm him too much, you brushed a cold finger against his right nipple. 

He gasped and drew his chest inward.

"Too much?" you asked. 

"It's not that," he said. "I just didn't know they were so sensitive." 

"Oh, I see." You rubbed a little harder this time. "Do you like that?" 

He moaned and squirmed a little.

"Yes." 

His voice was beginning to take on a sinful tone as you continued to dance your fingers across his chest. 

You took the ice cube, which was already melting down your arm, and pressed it to his other nipple, beginning to draw slow circles on its surface. 

"Shit." 

The word hissed out through clenched teeth and was followed by another moan.

"I love the sounds you make," you said.

You continued to work one nipple with your hand and the other with the ice cube, varying your pressure based on his feedback, then, as deftly as you could manage, you switched the ice cube to your opposite hand. 

Instead of drawing away this time, he leaned into your touch, and you could already feel his heart hammering against your fingertips.

You drew the ice cube away, dragging what was left of it down his abdomen before placing it back into the cup.

You pressed a wet hand to the back of his neck, which had become quite warm beneath his hair. 

"Wait here again," you said. 

You stood up to grab the candle, which you promptly lit and placed onto your nightstand.

"Can you smell that?" you asked, and he sniffed the air a few times.

"Yes," he replied. "What is it?" 

You smiled and said, "guess," as you knelt down in front of him. 

He went still for a moment as he considered. 

"Is it lotion?" he asked. 

"Nope," you replied. 

He thought some more. 

"A candle?" 

"Yup. Can you tell what scent it is?" 

You knew he was vaguely familiar with the candles you liked to have lit around your apartment by now, but you weren't sure how closely he had been paying attention to them. 

"Some kind of flower," he said.

"You're on the right track." 

"Lilac?" 

"Not quite." 

He chuckled. 

"I don't really know my flowers," he said. 

"That's okay. It's Jasmine. They say it's supposed to be an aphrodisiac, but I don't know if that's true or not." 

"I don't think I'd be able to tell." 

You glanced down to his erection, which was barely restrained by the thin fabric of the pants he wore. With everything you had planned, it was going to be a while before you planned to touch him there.

 "I love how responsive you are," you said. "I bet you're aching for my touch already, aren't you?"

"You know I am." 

He squirmed again. 

"Well." You hovered your hand just above the head of his cock. "Good things come to those who wait." 

"Not too long, I hope." 

You smirked at him even though you knew he couldn't see.

"We'll see," you said. 

You lifted the box of chocolates from the floor and held it up in front of him. 

"Can you guess what this is?" you asked. 

You took hold of his hand and guided it to the box, running his fingers over the striped ribbon that secured the lid in place. 

"A gift box," he guessed. 

"This one's a little harder." You allowed his hand to fall, then untied the ribbon and pried the box open. "Open your mouth." 

He hesitated, but complied shortly after.

You allowed yourself a nice indulgent look at him in his current state, his full lips parted, slick and shiny from his slightly protruding tongue, before lifting the first chocolate from the box and placing it into his mouth.

He bit it in half, leaving a caramel strand hanging between his lips and the half that you were still holding. 

He smiled. 

"Yeah, I don't think I ever would've guessed that one," he said. 

"I got these just for you," you said. "I remember you told me how much you like them." 

His head fell and a small smile crossed his lips. 

"I can't believe you remembered." 

"I pay more attention than you think I do. Open your mouth again." 

He did as you asked and you placed the second half in his mouth as well, allowing him to finish it before you went for another one.

He ate the second one in a single bite, likely because he was no longer suspicious of whatever you were going to give him.

"I'll let you finish the rest of those later," you said. "Your reward for being so good."

"And, what have I done that's so good?" he asked. 

You positioned yourself so that you were sitting in his lap, your butt barely brushing the tip of his cock as you did.

"You've been so patient with me." You took his face in your hands and brushed his nose with yours. "You let me do anything I want to you." 

You kissed him a few times, never allowing the contact to grow too passionate, then lowered your weight against his knee as you reached for the final item.

You tore open one of the packets of hand warmers and a curious expression came over his face. 

"More snacks?" he asked. 

"Nope. Just my hands again." You could tell that this explanation did nothing to clear up the confusion. "I figured I'd warm you up a little." 

You kneaded the warmers between your hands and held one in each as they began to heat up. You weren't actually going to use them on his body, you decided. They were a bit too warm for that, but you would keep them around in case your hands began to grow cold again. 

You set the warmers aside and placed your left hand against his waist. 

"Oh," was all he said as the confused look faded.

"What?" you asked. "Were you expecting something else?" 

You shifted again, resuming your position hovering just above his lap. 

"We'll, you already seem plenty warmed up to me," you said. 

You were quite sure you didn't need to explain what you meant by this, but just to make yourself perfectly clear, you sank down a bit, lightly grinding against his cock. 

He bit his lip, a strained sound rising from his throat. 

"Yes, I'd say so," you said. 

You glided your hands all over the surface of his skin with no particular destination in mind, then drew your fingertips up his back, reveling in the feeling of goosebumps rising beneath them. 

Even when your hands were warm, you still managed to have this effect on him. 

You traced your fingers over the lines of his tattoos, following the movement with your eyes.

"Your body is so beautiful," you said. "I feel like I’m never gonna get enough of you."

He blushed and pressed his face into your shoulder.

"You’re too kind," he said, his words muffled by the fabric of your shirt.

"It's true." 

Once you had grown satisfied with tracing patterns over his body, you lifted your hands back to his face and lifted the blindfold, pulling it off and wadding it between your fingers. 

"Welcome back," you said, and he smiled. 

"Is that it?" he asked. 

"For this portion, anyway."

You set the blindfold aside. 

"Am I allowed to touch you now?" he asked. 

Up until this point, he had kept his hands to himself, resting idly on the ground beside him. 

You stroked your finger along his jaw and locked your eyes with his. 

"How could I say no? " you said. "You've been so good tonight." 

He lifted his hands from the floor and placed them around your waist, then grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head. 

His eyes grew clouded as they wandered over your newly exposed skin, and it was obvious from the hunger present there he was currently imagining all of the indecent things he wanted to do to you. But he wasn't going to act on them, not until you gave him explicit permission. 

His gaze returned to yours, a smoldering fire now present beneath the otherwise relaxed expression he wore.

You grabbed his hand and guided it to your breast, pressing yourself into his grasp in an attempt to encourage him. 

"Go ahead," you whispered. "Take me." 

With permission granted, he placed his free hand behind your neck, then pulled your face toward his, kissing you with all of the passion that had been growing since the moment you'd started. 

He kneaded your breast with his other hand, occasionally pausing to pinch your nipple between his fingers, and the combined sensation overwhelmed you, causing your legs to grow weak. 

He broke the kiss and whimpered as you pressed against his cock, the bottom half of your body now flush with his from your fall. 

His hand left your breast and grabbed for your lower back, pulling you in even closer as his lips returned to yours. In a rather uncharacteristic display of dominance, he took your bottom lip between his teeth and used the opening this created to force his tongue into your mouth.

At last, you'd managed to break him of his shyness, it would seem. 

You rocked back and forth against him and he moaned against your lips, beginning to mirror your motions with a steadily increasing ferocity. 

You shifted your weight so that you were resting against his thigh again, then reached over and began to stroke his clothed erection. 

It had become impossible for him to hide the extent of his arousal quite some time ago, which was by design, of course. Watching him grow harder in response to your touch was one of the most satisfying parts of your play sessions.

One of, but hardly the most.

You slipped your hand into his pants and, finally, you freed his cock from beneath its thin restraints. You'd made him wait long enough. 

He bucked his hips into your hand and you allowed it for the time being, planting kisses on his neck, nuzzling your face into his chest. 

You could hear his heart pounding in your ear, so hard that its vibrations pulsed against your cheek. 

"You've earned this," you murmured. 

You slipped off your shorts and, with your hand still wrapped around his cock, positioned yourself just above him. 

"Please," he begged. 

There it was again: the fire in his eyes. There was so much going on behind them that you had to wonder what he was thinking. 

You eased yourself down, keeping your movements slow and deliberate, even though your body was screaming at you to let go and fuck him as hard as you could.

You gripped his shoulders for support and slowly lowered yourself until you'd managed to take him all the way.

His cock filled you so perfectly and the angle at which you were sitting only served to exemplify this.

You realized that you would no longer need to instruct him as he took a tight grip on your thighs, guiding you up and down on his terms instead of your own. You had intended to drag it out a bit longer, to hang onto any last bit of anticipation that you could.

But you found yourself getting lost in his rhythm, your urgency now matching that of his as you kissed him. You tangled your hands up in his hair, tugging it gently every so often.

It was so silky to touch, its softness rivaled only by that of his skin, you realized, as you raked your fingertips down his neck and over his chest.

You pulled away and opened your eyes, drinking in the sight of him as he continued to thrust into you. 

His eyes darted rapidly from your face to your body and back again; his lips were slightly parted and tinged red from your kisses, and there was a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead from all of the exertion.

"Still so cute," you said, your voice breathy. "So eager to please me."

His thrusts sped up in response to your praise and your eyes fluttered closed as you let out a contented moan, the sound drawn out until the unexpected wave of pleasure subsided.

In that moment, you felt that you could’ve spent the entire night like this, but your body was already approaching its limit. You may have been the one in control most of the time, but he knew how to read you so well, responding perfectly to every shudder and gasp, and every contraction that occurred when he hit just the right spot.

"Are you close?" he asked.

You nodded, your mouth falling open as he picked up his pace yet again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, using it for leverage as you lifted and lowered yourself, attempting as best you could to match his thrusts with your own. You shifted around just a bit, your back arching as you found the perfect angle.

Your eyes flickered open again.

"That’s it," you encouraged.

"Like this?"

He went just a little faster and you cried out.

"Yes!" you gasped.

His eyes remained on your face and he beheld you with a warmth that suggested that pleasing you was the most important thing in the world to him.

With this thought in mind, he finally drove you to your release.

Your fingers clenched behind his neck and your legs, which were still tightly within his grasp, began to tremble.

The intensity of it caught you off guard, causing your eyes to snap closed and your head to tip forward against his shoulder.

You were sure you made a great deal of noise, but you were barely aware of it amongst all of the other other stimuli.

He waited until your body went slack against him, then pulled out of you and finished on your chest.

You had to smile at this. Clearly, the orgasm control you'd been working on was paying off.

He rode out the last few waves of his orgasm, then pulled you in tight to his chest and held you there for a few silent moments before he finally spoke.

"That was amazing," he said, his voice soft, but steady. "We must do this again sometime."

You smiled.

"I knew you would love it," you said.

Your smile faded a bit as your more rational thoughts began to stir from the back of your mind.

You’re in too deep.

But this time, you chose to ignore them, to not let them affect your mood or your actions. You were happy here with him and you weren’t about to let yourself, of all people, ruin that for you.

You shoved your thoughts away and pressed yourself closer to him, with the promise of a next time being the only thing that lingered in the back of your mind.

[daemongal]

86 for Dante! 88 for V!! and 136 for Vergil!!! Pretty please and thank 🙏🏻

Ooh an interesting combo! Warnings for NSFW, angst and a polite T/W for descriptions of panic attacks/trauma. Enjoy and your welcome!

Prompts taken from this post!

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“Am I scaring you?” - Dante x reader

“Ahh, fuck babe you’re so tight.” The sounds of breathy moans and hips slapping against your ass filled the room as you rested on all fours on the bed, Dante taking you roughly from behind.

“God- shit, Dante. You’re more- ah- more wound up that usual.” His thrusts were fast and harsh, jolting through your entire being; it was bliss. Your throat was dry, your breaths raspy as he ploughed into you hitting you in every sweet spot with each precise movement.  

“Stressful day babe- uhh- stressful day.” His hands gripped your hips tightly, hard enough to bruise as his pace slowed, each thrust increasing with intensity. Your arms gave way beneath you as you were being pushed forward, your face burying into the sheets. You turned your head to the side, looking through lidded eyes towards your lover. Your eyes widened and your mouth hung open at the sight.

The hands gripping your hips had turned scaly, long claws digging onto your skin. His chest was dappled with patches of red scales that spread up his neck onto his face. His eyes glowed red and sharp fangs protruded from his gums, his lips upturned into a large smile. A guttural growl rose from his chest as his eyes met yours. Arousal spread through you like a wave, as your body tensed, a shuddering breath leaving your lips.

Dante flipped you onto your back, claws resting either side of your head as his head leaned down towards yours, heavy breaths hitting your face.

“Am I scaring you?” Dante questioned, a twinge of worry in his voice. You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck as you returned his intense look.

“Oh, quite the opposite big boy.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his back pushing him back towards your heat. “This look suits you extremely well.” The smirk returned to his face as he thrusted back into you with a renewed passion.

“You’re unreal babe, and I’m gonna ruin you.”  

“After everything…I’d still choose you.” V x reader

The guilt was thick in his eyes, his expression dark as he spilled his secrets to you. Everything he had kept from you for the past month, about his past, about who he was and about who he will inevitably become. You tried your best to take it all in, but the truth was an onslaught to your senses.  

“I realise now how important everything was… everything I’ve thrown away in my pursuit of power…” He reached his hand up to your face, caressing your jawline with his fingers as they ghosted along your skin. “and everything I will have to throw away as a consequence of my actions.” Your eyes dart between his, unable to form words or even coherent thoughts. Tears threatened to form in the corners of your eyes as you tried to grasp the weight of his words.

“Once I return to Urizen, I will be no more. What I am now will give way to what I once was. We… will be no more.” Your eyes widened at his words, heart sinking to the soles of your feet as a tear rolled down your cheek at his words. You shook your head slowly, eyes filling up from confusion and pain.

“No, V.” He kept your gaze, although you could see in his eyes he was already defeated. “After everything… I’d still choose you.” A spark glistened in his eyes at your words, his lips parted and closed, mouthing words he was not able to speak.

“Even if you aren’t the you that is sat in front of me now, if there’s even a part of you left by the end; it will always be you.” Your hand reached to his face now, brushing against crumbling skin as his breath hitched, tensing under your touch. “I love you V, and that will never change.” His eyes closed as he leaned into your touch, his hand reaching up to cup yours, to press you further against his face as if confirming your existence.  

“It may be asking too much of you my love, but please promise me one thing.” You leaned in to press your forehead to his.

“Anything.”

“Keep me living in your memories, as I am before you now. I wish… to be remembered as I am now, for my existence to have held… some meaning.” Tears were falling freely from your eyes, the pain thick in his voice causing your stomach to twist. There was so much you had to say to him, so much you could have told him, but his breaking skin was a painful reminder of how little time he had left.

“It’s a promise. I don’t know what made you think that for a moment I could forget you, V; my precious poet.” He squeezed your hand as he stood, turning to face the qliphoth in the distance, shielding you from whatever expressions adorned his features.

“Now let’s make haste, we… I have little time left.”

“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.” Vergil x reader

Blood was splattered on the walls, screams echoed through the halls as you pressed your hands to your ears, knees tucked into your chest as tightly as you could. You scrunched your eyes shut, refusing to look out from under the bed. You’d already caught a glimpse of the demons slaughtering their way through your household and you had no desire to lay your eyes on them ever again. You were praying, praying and hoping that something or someone would save you.

A clatter to the floor startled your eyes open as they met with those of your brothers as a silent scream spread across his face. His hand outstretched towards you as a scythe dropped against his neck, his head detaching from his body and rolling slowly to the side. Tears streamed down your face as you smothered your mouth with your hands, your chest heaving with each silent ragged breath you took. Your body shook, eyes widening as the demons’ feet moved towards you, scythe scraping on the floor. Closer… closer… before…

Your eyes opened, your breaths fast and raspy, hands gripping bruisingly against flesh. Your head was spinning, your body drenched with sweat as tears continued to roll down your face.

“Love, are you with me?” His voice cut quickly through your mind, pulling you back to reality, grounding you in the present. You were in bed, Vergil leaned over you, concern filled his eyes.  

“Shhh, I’m here. I’m here and I will protect you, no matter what.” His hand reached up to your face, gently wiping away the tears with his thumb. You shook below him, trying your best to control your breathing.

“V-Vergil!” You released your grip on his arm and threw your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as he hooked his hand around the back of your head, holding you gently in place, stroking your hair softly.  

“My dear, you had a nightmare. Please, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.” You knew he meant it. This man would do anything for you, but what he had already done was more than enough.  

“It was… it was about that night.” You started in between breaths. “The night you saved me.” You nuzzled into him, smearing your tears and sweat against his pristine skin. His hold was so gentle, contrary to your first impressions of the man. His hard exterior would always break apart for you, revealing a part of himself only visible to you.  

“Right now, you are here with me, in my arms. Tell me, what did I say to you that night?” You dragged your mind from the visions of horror you had seen, and cast your mind to the first time he held you, when he took you away from that place.

“You told me,” you started, as you regained control over your breathing, “that you would save me again, as many times as it would take. That you would always be there to drag me out of the depths of despair.” He pressed a kiss to your hair as he leaned back to look you in the eyes, hand cupping your cheek.  

“And I plan to keep my promise to you, my maiden fair.” He planted a soft kiss against your lips. “As many times as it will take.”

[felixora]

There isn't much context here, except that V is one hell of hot character xD And actually he WAS sort of a bait for DMC team.

[thechurchofv]

Jealousy Becomes You, V x Reader Smut 🥀❤️

8 whole pages of a dominant, jealous V putting you in your place. Don't forget, I take requests!

The world outside was gloomy, and the current mood in the Devil May Cry van wasn't much better. You and V were left alone together as the rest of the crew had set out on a mission, and while being left alone with the seductive poet would usually inspire your mind to get up to mischief, it was that kind of mischief that had gotten you into this mess. You both were sat at opposite ends of the van in an attempt to pointedly ignore each other; you shifted restlessly.

After what V had seen happen, you worried that you could never come up with a suitable explanation that didn't sound trite. You ran your hands through your hair in anxiety, silently scolding yourself for the drunken mishap that had put you here. You quietly huffed as a small part of your brain tried to rationalize your choice.

Dante had come on to you, ran his hand up your thigh.

You were pent up, frustrated, and V’s seductive looks and suggestive remarks hadn't helped you in the slightest.

You were slightly drunk, Dante's lips had looked so soft.

Your fingertips drummed at the windowsill, nervously fiddling with the curtain, your stomach in knots. Heat curled in your belly as you remembered how Dante had coaxed you outside with a silver tongue, away from where everyone was celebrating a recent mission well done, how he'd put your back up against the van, his hands on your hips and--

The silence between you and V stretched on for what felt like an eternity, and you hesitantly looked over your shoulder to steal a glance at your teammate. His expression was blank, any hint of warmness toward you gone as he tightly gripped his cane.

You buried your head in your hands and deep sighed as guilt gnawed at your insides; if only V hadn't heard the subtle thump of your body against the van, if only he hadn't had concern for your safety. He'd always had your back, ever since you were paired up together, and you'd taken advantage of his trust.

You felt sick anew and you could almost feel the light nausea and cold fear that had swept over you as you made eye contact with V, his mouth open with a wide eyed expression of horror while Dante had kissed your neck. Chills ran down your spine as you remembered V, fearsome and beautiful, pulling Dante off of you with a low rumble of “What do you two think you're doing?”.

The two men had nearly gotten into a fight before the situation had been diffused, which was no small task considering V had reflexively summoned Shadow who tried in turn to take a bite out of Dante's hand.

The rest of the night was a blur of stony silence, Dante making no apologies, and one very disgruntled Nico attempting to comfort you in the small shower room as V had disappeared into the night.

V had returned the next morning looking worse for wear, and he had barely spoken to you since.

Light rain had begun to fall on the windows of the van, the quiet noise bringing you back to the present, a present which saw you both forced together in what amounted to a small metal box. The team has purposely arranged this, with Nico firmly telling you both to “work out your differences, or else”. You didn't want to imagine what the “or else” meant.

V's gaze was squarely fixed on the rain, his jaw tense as if his teeth were clenched. You slowly turned back around only to hear his voice tear through the silence, it's usual smooth quality layered over what sounded like a hard edge.

“Come here.”

Your eyes widened and your stomach dropped to the floor. Your voice trembled slightly, still unprepared to deal with the poet's anger, and certainly not ready to face why his commanding tone made you burn between your thighs.

“Why should I?” You cringed at your natural snarkiness, already wanting to take it back.

You heard V inhale sharply and you jumped in your seat as you heard the clatter of his cane lashing out, knocking an assortment of papers and mechanical pieces flying.

“I didn't tell you to ask me a question. I told you to come here.” His voice was strained, the tone of someone trying to keep their composure. You looked up as he stood, looking at you from under his lashes as he beckoned you closer.

“Besides, we're here to resolve our differences, no? Silence does not usually beget a resolution.” His voice had dropped into a purr that pulled you in. Your hands shook with nerves as you stood and slowly moved to close the gap between you.

The butterflies in your stomach weren't going anywhere, and the nervous feeling only increased the closer you got to him. As you reached him, standing toe to toe, V reached out and grabbed you firmly by the shoulders, spinning you around to put your back against his chest. You nearly dropped on the spot as his voice was a low whisper in your ear, his warm breath washing over you.

“I'm growing tired of guessing games. You've tested my patience for far too long.” His hands stayed firmly on your shoulders, putting an end to any hope of you wiggling from his grasp. “The truth can no longer be avoided. Tell me; do you want me?”

A shiver ran up your spine and V laughed almost cruelly as he felt you squirm. “N-no, no I...I don't”. Your face was scarlet and your voice was barely a nervous squeak; you knew the second the words left your mouth it wasn't even remotely true. V's hand slid up to your hair, tangling in it and pulling so your head rested against his shoulder. You gasped, your skin alight as you felt his nose and lips brushing up the side of your neck.

“I don't appreciate you being a fucking liar.” Even just the sound of a curse leaving his lips was enough to make your cheeks burn and your stomach flip. “I know what desire looks like. I've seen on many faces, but none so clear as on yours. Try harder to convince me next time”. You let out a startled “oh” as you felt V nip your neck.

You pressed your lips together firmly to hold back a whimper as V's hand slipped down from your shoulder, gracing your ribcage, down to your hip, sliding still lower. Your thighs almost instinctively parted as his fingers teased around the button of your pants, lightly tracing the sensitive skin of your upper inner thigh.

“I can feel your heat through your jeans, betrayed by your body into honesty”. V hissed slightly as you tried to squirm from his grip, grinding up against him in the process.

A quiet moan escaped you as he nipped at your neck again, teasing over the especially sensitive spots that made you squirm. His long fingers moved at a leisurely pace, errantly stroking, teasing from your hip to your thigh.

“And even with all of those things acknowledged, you still insist on a foolish lie.” Both of his hands were now on your hips, still pressing your back to his chest.

“You started this whole thing, you've always been the one flirting with me, not the other way around. You can't blame me.” You intended for your voice to sound confident, but arousal crept up within you; you were acutely aware how ridiculous you seemed.

“And you know, speaking of that” his tone was almost bored, conversational. “I was... understanding. I was even enjoying our little dynamic. The torturous back and forth, killing me softly.” He let you go, moving back away from you his hands extended out in front of him as if to keep you away, as a laugh bubbled up inside him.

He ran his hand through his hair, an easy smirk on his face. You moved to close the gap between you both, drawn in by his presence, the facade of annoyance you had held to him long since abandoned.

“But then to watch you with Dante? O Rose thou art sick, to watch you happily encourage his own lascivious advances, casting sidelong glances as if to catch my attention.” Beneath his causal expression his tone betrayed a possessiveness, and an anger that morphed into jealousy. He took another step backwards, putting more distance between you.

“V,” you tried to steady your nervous hands, his voice on your lips like a prayer, pleading, “I'm sorry, please.” The ache he started within you cried out to be satisfied. “Please.”

His face now betrayed his frustration, his intricate tattoos shifting and blurring as his companions reacted to his tense state. “He who the Ox to wrath has moved, shall never be by Woman loved, but when I saw Dante kiss you, running his hands up your sides I…” He took an unsteady breath “It came to mind to do things to him that could not be undone. And now you aim to please? No, you please me not.”

“I cannot carry on like this, I refuse to continue this game with you. At the very least you need to make a choice.” V tilted his head first left and then right. “Myself, or Dante.”

You watched V as he moved closer to you, his muscles tense like a spring. “Come one step closer, and I'll do the things I've dreamed of doing to you and worse. And I will make you beg me to do them.” His voice was scarcely above a deep growl, an underlying hunger plain on his face.

“And oh darling”, his voice sounded almost like a moan now, “the things you've tempted me into thinking about you”.

You hesitated, the air between you tense as V rose up to his full height. The only sound was a clatter as he threw his cane aside. You heart skipped a beat as his head lolled to the side, his fingers making a “come hither” gesture as he ran his tongue across his teeth, his tongue snagging on his canine. “Cruelty has a human heart, and jealousy a human face. Make your choice.”

Dante was the farthest thing from your mind, the memory of his hands on you paling in comparison to the magnetism from the poet in front of you.

“I was wrong, V. I...I need you”. You couldn't bear to make eye contact, “Please?” The air between you nearly crackled with tension.

Your calm didn't last long; your pulse quickened as V closed the gap between you, his hands tangling in your hair. His voice was in your ear as he pulled you to his chest.

“It feels good to be honest with ourselves, doesn't it? Now, two things are going to happen. I'm going to make up for lost time,” you shivered as his tongue ran up the side of your neck. “and you are going to scream for me.”

You barely had the time to gasp as one of his hands fitted itself around your throat, and a growl rose from V as he pushed you back against the wall of the van. You let a moan out as his free hand scrambled at the neck of your T-shirt yanking savagely down, tearing it in two. You heard V sigh.

“So beautiful, so wonderful, to finally get my hands on you.” His hand slid up your hips to your waist, making you whine as his nails dug in slightly. The hand around your throat squeezed slightly, and you couldn't hold back from a soft “oh”.

“You've kept me waiting for far too long, I can tell you're dying to play. And it seems like you like to play rough”. He let go of your neck, pulling the shredded remains of your shirt off, casting it aside. You groaned as his lips trailed over your breasts, nipping and kissing. You cried out in surprise as his hands ran up your sides, nails raking over your skin leaving red marks.

V's eyes were dark as he grabbed your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him. “How ever so lucky for me”. He finally pressed his lips to yours, a long tortured groan rising up in him; his teeth tugged at your bottom lip, his tongue pressing into your mouth.

Your head spun as you struggled to keep up the feverish pace V had set, a rebellious part of you still struggling for control. You slid your hands down to his belt, fingers unsteady as you attempted to undo it; much to your surprise, V stopped his work on your lips, one hand snatching your wrists and pinning them above your head. You whined in dissatisfaction, your lips parted and your breathing was coming in shallow pants.

“Come on V, don't” your face flushed red, “don't tease”.

V quirked an eyebrow at you, “I do believe you've outdone me with teasing. After all, I'm not the one who kissed another just to inspire jealousy”. He smirked as his free hand roamed up your torso to trace your collarbones, and down to your breasts again.

You shivered under his light touch, something dangerous inside of you whispering to your self control to push V just a little bit further.

“At least Dante made the first move.” Your voice was barely a whisper.

It was as if time itself had stopped, and the room stilled to such a quiet the only sound that could be heard was your breathing, still shallow. V's hand had stilled completely, no longer stroking down your sides; his grip on your wrists tightened.

“What?” His voice was a growl.

Your voice was louder now. “At least Dante made the first move!”

V's hand dropped your wrists, before ever so slowly crouching slightly to be eye to eye with you. His voice was even and low, his eyes dark and breathing deep. “Forgive me for what I do, for you know not what you've done”.

You smirked as V pulled you toward the front of the van, slowing briefly to grab his cane from the floor. You gave a startled cry as you were pushed back into the passenger seat; V yanked on the floor handle, forcing the seat to recline all the way back, leaving you slightly dizzy as you stared at the ceiling.

You couldn't resist letting out a low moan as you felt V straddle your hips, a shiver running up your spine as his hands slowly roamed up your body, his hips ever so slightly grinding into yours. The teasing friction wasn't nearly enough, and your hips bucked up to meet his.

“Please V.” Your voice was breathy. “Plea--”. You were cut off as his hands both framed your face, pulling up to almost sitting position as he brought your faces closer.

“Shhhh. The time for your soft sweet pleas is over.” You could feel your lips brush his, but he never gratified you with a kiss, a smirk over taking his face. “Undress me”. The low tone of voice left no room for argument. “What hand dare seize the fire? A brat in need of reprimanding in the dark of endless night”.

Your heart pounded in your chest and your fingers stumbled to undo the ties on V's jacket, your curiosity peaked at the idea of him punishing you. You couldn't resist a comment.

“You didn't seem like the punishing type, V”.

“Say quiet and heed my order, or you'll find out a lot more about what happens to girls who are naughty”. V smirked as your eyes fluttered back in response, a low groan in your throat.

V rolled his shoulders back as you pushed his vest off him, it landing with a heavy thud on the floorboard of the van. You practically felt light-headed with arousal watching his lean muscles move, a shiver overcoming you as he ran this thumb over your lower lip.

“Tell me, darling”, V slowly ran his hand over your breasts, down your stomach, over the button on your jeans, yanking firmly to pop it open “are you going to be a good girl or bad for me?”. His hand slid down the front of your jeans to teasingly stroke your clit through your panties, a quiet sound of surprise coming from him as he felt your panties were already wet.

Your breath came in shallow gasps, bucking as V's fingers moved just out of reach of your hips.

“Well? Nothing for you until you give me an answer, love.” V smirked as he slowly pulled your jeans and panties down your hips, his fingers dragging slowly down your skin. “Have you decided which you're going to be?”

V shifted in the seat, leaning back on your thighs as he looked down at you, slowly undoing his own belt.

Your cheeks burned as you considered your options, pushing up onto your elbows to look at the sight before you; V's were lips parted, his breathing heavy, his fingers trailing down your inner thighs  

Your voice came slowly, your arousal now plain.

“Which one gets fucked more?”

Vs eyes rolled back in his head, a groan of “Oh my God” leaving him, his usual composure broken; in a moment V was off you, pulling you up by the waist out of the seat. He brought his lips to yours a fevered kiss, his hands tangled in your hair tugging enough to send a wave of excitement through you. The kiss was all tongue and teeth against your lips, a desperate frantic kiss as if to possess you, claim you.

“Tell me, darling” V gasped between kisses, “Did Dante kiss you like this?”.

“No, nowhere near this, not even close”

V's voice was a seductive whisper in your ear, “Did Dante turn you on like this? Did he make you wet just from a touch?”. His teeth tugged at your ear, making you shiver.

You could barely focus enough to mutter a “no”. You vaguely heard V chuckle and make a pleased noise.

You gasped as he pulled away from you abruptly, spinning you both around to bend you over, pressing your chest into the dashboard.

“V! V, what are you doing?” You could clearly see out of the windshield, which definitely meant that anyone who wandered by could see you as well. His fingers stroked down your spine, the other hand gripping your hip.

“What does it looks like I'm doing?” He murmured “I’m giving a little brat what she asked for”. You felt the heat from his bare chest as he leaned over you. “I do seem to recall you saying you wanted to be whichever would get 'fucked more’? Isn't that right, darling?”

You moaned as you felt V's hand move down to your needy core, his fingers rubbing your clit sending little shocks of pleasure throughout you; you gasped as two of V's long fingers slid into you, rubbing that spot inside you that made you cry out in pleasure.

“Love seeketh only self to please, to bind another to its delight, and to that end I think I'll be taking you right here, just like this.” You heard V's breath hitch as he pushed down his pants and underwear, his hand wrapping around his cock, his fingers quickening their pace inside you.

“And if anyone happens to see you, well.” You attempted to grind your hips back into him as he moved both if his hands to grip your hips, nails digging in slightly. “They'll see me, and know you're mine, that I was the one making you writhe and call out in beautiful tones of pleasure”.

“V” your voice was strained, your patience fraying, “I can't wait anymore”. You felt his cock nudge at your entrance, already unwilling to hold back any more. You desperately tried to ignore the fact that you were exposed to anyone outside the van.

“Oh and” you felt V's cane rest against your shoulder blades. “Hold this right here, be a good girl for me”. Your hands shook as they gripped each end of it, and as you did so realizing you've effectively pinned yourself with V's cane. You found yourself immeasurably turned on at the idea.

“Oh yeah” V moaned at the sight, “so beautiful for me.” You both gave a moan in unison as he finally pushed inside if you, finally filling and stretching your dripping pussy.

Your legs trembled with the strain, focus split between the feeling of V slowly moving his cock in and out of you, the pleasure curling in your belly, and trying to heed the task he'd given you of balancing his cane.

“You have no idea how long I've waited for this, to see you writhe and moan beneath me”. His grip on your hips got tighter as his pace increased, your moans getting louder in sync.

“V, you feel so good, fuck, so so good”. Words of praise fell from your lips like a waterfall, a litany of curses and praises. You felt him lean over you, his teeth sinking into your neck, sure to leave a bruise.

“Marking me, now, huh V?” you were slightly amused, but way more turned on than that.

You shivered as one of his free hands tangled in your hair, pulling back to him.

“I'm nothing if not a little vain”. You could practically hear the smirk on his face.

His hips snapped against you has he thrusted harder into you, pressing you down harder against the dashboard of the van, your back aching deliciously as his pace became more erratic. His breathing was deeper, his moans and curses lowered his orgasm drew closer.

“Are you going to come undone for me? Come on, cum for me.” You screamed his name as he brought a hand down, spanking your ass, leaving it a delicate pink.

Your eyes rolled back as you tipped over the edge, your body shaking as your orgasm overtook you and V spilled inside of you.

As he pulled out of you, exhaustion has already overtaken you, slumping down into his arms. You felt V cradle you in his arms and as he wrapped you up in a blanket you heard him speak low.

“From now on, you're all mine, as I am yours”.

[keeroo92]

Prompts hmmmmm. You know how you wrote that Vampire V thing a while back? Well. That hit all my kinks (no surprises there). If you’re looking for ideas then maybe you could do a sequel. Where he gets to be with reader this time instead of a random in an alley and it’s even better than he dreamed it’d be.......

Ah, thank you so much! This was just what I needed to get back into the rhythm, please enjoy the shameless smutfest.

Word count - 3,810 (!)

Warnings for dubious consent and blood play/vampirism.

Link to 1st post here

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V hated what he was. Not being what he was – he just hated the word vampire. There were too many modern stereotypes and fantasies, too much folklore that was so blatantly wrong. Some of it was correct, of course. If you tell enough tales on the same subject, one or two are bound to stumble onto truth.

Still, the vast majority were absurd. He didn’t fucking sparkle, thank you very much. He would bleed if cut and loved garlic with a passion. Yes, he was prone to sunburn, but no worse than a redhead in Hawaii without sunblock. Silver tickled.

Obviously, decapitation and a stake to the heart would kill him; it would kill most creatures. A major wound or illness could just as easily claim his life, and he most definitely couldn’t turn into a bat.

Unfortunately. It would make for some wonderful hunts.

He smirked at the thought, digging his cane into the putrid flesh of a Caina. You were nearby, polishing off another foe with vigor. His last meal was only two days ago, so the allure of your blood was tolerable for now. It licked at his stomach faintly, a low fire that would only grow as he left it unsatiated. To dwell on it was the opposite of helpful, so he forced his mind elsewhere.

“What a mess,” you said.

He hummed his agreement. The client had sent you to clear out an industrial facility after a horde of demons attacked, slaying several employees. It was a quick job, nothing close to a challenge. He’d joined you out of sheer boredom.

The location was as unremarkable as the task. Dust motes swirled in the air after the disturbance of battle, the low afternoon glow spilling through several massive windows. Complicated machinery he couldn’t begin to describe surrounded you. The air tasted recycled and soiled by demons. A splash of blood marked the walls here and there, remnants from the initial appearance of the foul creatures. While he could appreciate the aesthetic, it had an oppressive effect.

You stowed your weapon and grinned, coming over to stand inches away from him beside a steel contraption featuring pipes and glass vials. It was a habit of yours after a battle, with adrenaline saturating your blood and the high of victory quickening your breath. He felt it too, the heightened blood lust and energy dancing across his skin. Already, he was hardening in response. It was difficult to resist his urges when you seemed so willing.

“We should celebrate!”

“Celebrate what? Victory over such meager foes means nothing,” he scoffed.

You tossed your hair and leaned into his shoulder. He clenched his hands as the pulsating vein in your neck pulled his greedy eyes. Perhaps in the future he would be wise to feed before an outing with you?

“Maybe I’m just looking for an excuse,” you replied. He tightened his jaw to match his fists as you ran a hand down his spine to rest on his hip. Temptress. He desired nothing more than to teach you the consequences of provoking him, sink his teeth into that delectable neck and drink his fill. Run his tongue over every inch of your skin, decorate the canvas of your flesh with weeping bites… his blood rushed in his ears, sparks of electricity igniting his nerves.

But no. You were a useful ally, and if you turned up dead there would be an inquiry. He couldn’t afford the risk. Even if he didn’t feed on you, sexual impulses heightened the hunger tenfold and his control was shaky at best. He’d have to feed every day or two, and too many bloodless corpses would spawn interest. A lesson learned the hard way, many years ago.

He greatly preferred his solitude. It would be a simple matter to dispose of any irritating parties asking questions, but there was no thrill in dispatching fools.

You pouted as he took a step back, even the few inches of distance helping to reinforce his will. At the rate you were going, he’d need to feed again by sunrise. Ridiculous.

“You’re no fun…”

He allowed himself a single syllable of amusement. His eyes flicked to your playfully distended lower lip, begging to be claimed. The pink tip of your tongue extended, and you licked the offending feature with a knowing smirk. He turned away and started walking to the exit, his restraint held together by mere threads.

You laughed and followed a step behind. “You’re so fun to mess with, but someday I swear I’ll break you.”

He froze. Did you really just say that? The sparkle in your eyes told him yes.

How dare you. He was the predator; you were nothing more than prey. It was you who would lie broken, drenched in red and white when he was done. How you would plead for mercy, beg for him to stop with tears flooding your eyes… it would be delicious when he finally allowed himself to destroy you. The flames in his gut reached higher, his hunger increasing with every thought.

“Why are you so hesitant, anyway? It’s just sex. Are you gay or something?”

First you question his dominance, then his sexuality?!

The vestiges of his self-control evaporated. A snarl built in his throat and his fangs clicked into view. He closed the gap between you and seized your wrists in a brutal grip.

“You will regret taunting me,” he growled.

Instead of fear, your eyes filled with anticipation. Unacceptable.

He stepped forward, forcing you to back up until you hit the nearest piece of heavy machinery with a sharp clang. Your wrists twisted as you played at an escape attempt, still not recognizing the danger you faced. He tightened his grip and lifted his upper lip, reveling in the way your eyes widened as you spotted his fangs.

“Whoa… Have you had those in the whole time? Kinky,” you said.

You thought they were fake. Heated irritation flooded him – he would show you your place.

He pulled your wrists to either side, spreading your arms wide. The pose displayed the rise and fall of your chest with every breath and his pupils blew wide as you squirmed. The stiff peaks of your nipples were a beacon to his hunger and he dipped down to taste you at last, biting right through the thin fabric covering the delicacy.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck…”

Your spine arched, already wanting more contact. There was a subtle hint of salty sweat on your skin, disguising a flavor so wonderful it sent him reeling. He laved his tongue over the swollen bud and suckled, pulling as much of the sensitive area into his mouth as he could without drawing blood. There was time enough for that.

Not to mention how erotic the idea of you submitting to his will without his venom was.

He pulled away with a soft plop, licking his lips and humming. Again, you tested his grip, but this time he allowed you the use of one arm. He needed his own to tear away the remnants of your top, anyway. You gasped as the chilly air hit your flushed skin, your own hand fumbling with the ties crossing his stomach. The idea of his prey clawing at his clothing, desperate to touch his skin was enticing and he released your other arm to hasten the process.

While you worked the last few ties free, he examined your body. He’d pictured it a multitude of times, but to see it in reality, flushed and wanting…

But he still had to show you your place. On your knees, subservient and broken.

Just as the last tie fell away, he pushed down on your shoulders until you were on all fours. He shed his leather duster quickly and slapped away your inelegant hands from his pants. It would be faster if he did it himself.

You licked your lips as he stepped out of the pooled fabric. Not a scrap of stitching would interfere with his needs, not today. He tangled his fingers in your hair and brought your mouth to his aching cock, humming his pleasure as you eagerly engulfed his length.

Well, most of it anyway.

He smirked as you started bobbing, your tongue caressing his head and sweeping over his leaking slit. You took him deeper and hollowed your cheeks and he allowed a groan of enjoyment to slip through his lips. A reward for your enthusiasm thus far.

“Mmm, that’s it, my pet. Use that troublesome mouth for me,” he huffed. You moaned around him, the vibrations rattling up to his hips.

The pressure within mounted and he took control, rolling his hips to meet your slurping wetness and guiding your skull to hit all the right places. You didn’t protest and he increased the depth and pace of his strokes until he felt the harsh motion of your gagging. Even then, he stole his pleasure a moment longer, thrilled to watch your expression change. The image was too perfect to ignore; your eyes were wide and showing the first hint of fear as you choked on his cock, tears gathering in the corners as your cheeks did their best to massage his girth.

He pulled away slowly, pausing with his head on your swollen lips to memorize the glazed look in your eyes as you took deep gulps of air. Glorious, but he was just getting started. He took your hands and lifted you up, not giving you a moment to breathe before he tugged at the waist of your pants.

“Fuck, V, I need a second.”

His eyes narrowed. It was high time to assert his power.

“What makes you think you can stop me?” he growled, bringing his lips to your neck.

You mewled piteously as his fangs grazed the same vein he’d craved before, arching your neck to grant him better access despite your protestations. He inhaled, taking a deep sample of your heady scent. His heart pounded like a war drum; his fingertips tingled in anticipation of the first swallow of your crimson nectar. The sensations built and mixed with his arousal and his knowledge that no matter what you did, you could not escape.

Fangs pierced flesh. A rush of fluid, a sinful moan but he couldn’t tell who voiced it. The flavor was unparalleled, rich and decadent beyond his wildest dreams. In all his decades of indulgence, never had he tasted something so sweet. You stopped moving as he feasted, too shocked to respond for several seconds.

“Oh my god, oh my god… what the fuck?!”

He smirked against the tide, letting a stream flow from where his lips wrapped around you. Finally, you understood. At last, you knew you only still breathed due to his mercy.

You scrabbled at his torso, trying to shove him away on instinct alone. Shameful; you’d enjoy yourself so much more if you simply surrendered. He lifted his head to stare ferally into your confused face, letting you press a hand against the wound to stem the flow. Your blood was smeared across his chin and lips, and he licked away what he could reach as you watched, glimmers of true comprehension growing.

“You gotta be shitting me… you’re actually a vampire?!”

He frowned. “I prefer the term sanguisuge, actually.”

You stared at him. Red leaked through your fingers, taunting him with how easy it would be to claim his due. Yet he paused, curious how you would react.

“A- are you going to kill me?”

You started trembling. A white-hot bolt of depraved lust raced up his spine. He tilted his head to watch the slow river pooling in your collarbone with a malicious grin.

“That depends entirely on how much you please me.”

You froze like a deer in headlights. A maelstrom of emotions flitted across your face. Horror, confusion, and just a hint of curiosity. The perfect mixture. He allowed you the time to gather your wits, absently stroking himself. At long last, you reached a conclusion and swallowed in resignation.

The change in blood pressure sent a few extra droplets from your neck, leaving a dazzling pattern on your once pristine skin. Terror still tinted your expression as your shaking hands fell to your sides and peeled away your trousers. He watched greedily, already planning where to mark you. You shuddered as you saw his hand pumping, keeping his cock perfectly hard for you and coating it with just a hint of your blood.

“What do you want me to do?”

He smirked. No, that would be far too easy. What did you want to do? He’d leave it in your hands, for now.

“Whatever you like. I’ll take what I need regardless.”

You took a deep breath and stepped forward on hesitant legs to press shy kisses across his tattoos. It wasn’t unpleasant, but far too tender for his tastes. The wound on your neck had coagulated and the leftover morsels were drying quickly. Going to waste. V dipped his head and lapped away the heavenly treat, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He was aching with need, pulses of desire taunting his senses. It was too much.

Just an instant of relief, then he would decorate your form.

His hands shot to your hips and you squeaked as he pulled you flush against him. He rolled his hips until his cock rested between your legs and almost laughed at the wetness. Something about the situation was turning you on, despite the fear. The fluid guided him home as he buried himself to the hilt with a drawn-out groan. Gods, you were so tight!

But you were rigid against him, eyes closed and lips stretched in a grimace. This wouldn’t do. Fear was only entertaining for so long.

He withdrew and rubbed his head over your clit, his voice a sultry whisper by your ear. “Just let go, my pet. I’ll show you pleasure you never dared to imagine; you’ll beg for more before I’m done.”

It didn’t particularly matter if you enjoyed yourself. He’d have his way regardless, but willing submission was so much more appealing. Enthusiasm went a long way in prey.

He retracted his fangs and smiled at you. The venom waited in his glands but he hesitated to use it. You were sublime, and the lingering taste of your blood left him craving more. He knew he’d want another taste the next time he grew hungry, and the time after that. How could he ensure your continued obedience? Not that it mattered; there was nowhere you could hide that he wouldn’t find you. He was the hunter, and you were his prey.

And he did love to hunt.

He shifted his hips and slid inside you again, indulging in a few harsh thrusts with a muttered curse. He wrapped long fingers over your thigh in a bruising grip, lifting your leg to clasp around his slim waist. At first you braced against the machinery, but when it creaked its complaints you had to wrap your arms around his neck to keep your balance.

A new kind of hunt, then. One that ended not in death, but mutual ecstasy. He was accustomed to leaving his best work on carcasses, what might it look like to utilize a still-living canvas? He was admittedly curious. And he could always change his mind later.

He slipped out again and reached between your legs to rub at the bundle of nerves hidden within. Your eyes fluttered shut, the grimace of pain easing as he traced circles around your clit. Curses spilled from your lips and he smirked; you liked this.

“Don’t deny yourself… let go.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You bit your lip so hard it bled, and he couldn’t resist. He pressed his lips to yours, stealing the precious snack for himself. His hand quickened and you opened your lips in a breathy moan. He didn’t waste the chance and his tongue met yours in a tantalizing dance. It felt divine and his fangs popped down, piercing into both entangled muscles.

He’d never tasted his own blood before. It seemed likely you’d never done so either. As the crimson flowed he experienced a new level of arousal, barely recognizing the keen of his own voice. Without a thought, he plunged back inside you and pounded furiously, his fingers still stimulating your most sensitive spot.

You shuddered, whimpering softly into his mouth as your inner walls contracted in release. It was perfection – your arms tightened around his neck and you arched your spine, slamming your hips into his as fluid spilled from within you. He hissed and denied his own peak as your body milked him.

“Exuberance is beauty, and you shall be a masterpiece.”

You went limp in his arms and he murmured praise as he lowered you to the filthy floor. Once you lied flat, he paused to enjoy the way your hair framed your face. Faint traces of red stained your parted lips and he licked his own, but nothing remained of your earlier offering and he growled in frustration. He needed more.

He descended on you like a wolf, planting a veritable garden of bite marks across your thighs and stomach as you writhed, half in fear and half in enjoyment. A solid grip on your thighs prevented you from escaping his attentions.  Your resistance was growing weaker by the moment and he smirked. What a perfect piece of prey you were.

He kept his fangs sheathed for as long as he could, but it wasn’t long before he lost control and his bites grew more voracious. Despite the sampling of moments ago, his hunger raged inside him like a furnace. Shallow nips became harsh and fresh blood drenched his tongue. It coated his lips, his cheeks and nose and he lost himself in the pleasure.

“Shit, why does that feel so good?” you mumbled.

You were being so perfect. To reward you, he bit down inches from your core, dipping his fingers to curl in your wetness. He slurped in time with his hand, using his other to knead your chest. The moment he felt you clench, his lips moved to lap at the crux of your pleasure, leaving a trail of red behind.  

Beautiful.

The sound of his name cried out in the height of your peak like a mantra made his head swim. Before you fully relaxed, he flipped you over and pressed your cheek into the rough floor, making your ass rise in compensation. He spared a heartbeat to leave a tasteful set of wounds on your ass cheeks, fresh rivulets dripping down your thighs and across your lower back as he slammed himself home.

“You look so lovely like this,” he crooned. You responded by mirroring his hips, intensifying the impact of every blissful contact.

His thrusts were thunder and rage, hunger and need. The harsh motions splattered crimson on the ground, swathes of magnificence that made the disgusting room into a tableau of enjoyment. With each impact, he caressed your cervix with his head and grunted, your own sighs a wanton addition. He braced his knees and reached out, wrapping a forearm around your neck and forcing you to rise or choke.

“See how good it feels to surrender?” he growled, his hot breath inches from your ear. He loosened his grip on your neck so you could respond.

“Yessss…”

The hiss of your answer brought a curse from his lips. His peak was close, coming at him like a freight train. He froze, stilling his hips to whisper his demands.

“Beg for it, beg for your life!”

You whimpered and ground your ass into his hips, hands clenching against the blood-stained floor. Pathetic. Beautiful. Broken and yet whole for the first time.

“Please, please don’t kill me, V! I’ll do anything, please!”

Such a sweet sound. He couldn’t hold out much longer, and by the erratic pace of your heartbeat neither could you. He released your throat and gripped your hips, pulling you against him in a wet slapping of flesh. Blood mixed with your fluids and he reveled in the sight of his cock buried inside you, streaked red.

“You’ll do this for me? Regularly?”

He rolled his hips, just once to emphasize his point. You moaned and tried to force another thrust, but he held your hips too tightly for you to move freely.

“Yes, please! Whatever you want, just don’t stop!”

There it was. It was clear in your voice how much you meant it. Despite the threat to your life, you were loving every second. All without using his venom.

“You’re mine, mine to fuck and mine to feed upon!” he grunted. You clenched around his cock and nodded so vigorously it sent your hair aflutter.

He didn’t hold back as you pulsed and trembled for a third time. The instant before he exploded, he sank his fangs deep into your shoulder, stealing just enough to savor and push him over the edge with a gasp of ecstasy. His vision went white, sparks shooting through his limbs and fire raging in his belly as he spewed his load deep within you. White and red combined into a swirl of pink that leaked from your folds, coating his thighs like a fresh layer of paint.

Bliss.

Nirvana.

Cloud nine.

He pulled away at last with a squelch, lying beside you as you collapsed. A burst of chuckles slid through his lips as he failed to find words to describe the experience. A whole new kind of hunt, indeed.

He glanced at you, wondering if he needed to do anything. The last time he’d bothered to keep a meal alive had been decades ago. How much blood was too much? By the looks of things, you’d lost a respectable amount, not to mention that which he’d ingested. He could see the rise and fall of your breathing, but still…

“Are you alright, pet?”

You turned your head to face him and hummed happily. An angelic smile graced your lips, even amidst the tear tracks and granules of dirt mixed with various fluids smeared on your cheeks. You still had enough blood to tint your cheeks, remnants of the trio of orgasms.

“I didn’t know I liked that kind of thing,” you mumbled.  

Such a perfect morsel. So sweet and agreeable to his needs. Next time, he’d push you even further. He would break you every time and you would thank him for it. Perhaps if you proved your devotion, he may even make you his equal. It could be fun to feast on prey together. To hunt together.

“I have the feeling you’re going to be saying that quite often in the days to come.”

You hummed again and grinned. “Told you I’d break you eventually.”

Link to Part 3

[djevelengriner]

Pinned

V x reader | SSSmut!

Not even sorry about the ending.

"So..." You started as you and V were walking down an alley, on your way to kick some demon ass. He looked at you through his hair with one eyebrow raised. "When you command Shadow to 'pin them to the wall'..."

He chuckled and leaned on his cane. "Yes...?" He murmured, looking deeply into your eyes, knowing exactly what you were thinking. His gaze sent shivers down your spine as you tried to hide your intense blushing with your hair. "Do you - I mean... have you ever wanted to-"

He suddenly pushed you into the brick wall behind you and put his cane up against your throat. His face was so close to yours you could feel his breath tickle your skin. "Pin you against the wall?" He finished your sentence, looking at you through pitch black eyelashes. A tickling sensation in your lower abdomen forced you to let out a small moan and you quickly bit your lip. He smirked. "If you only knew..."

His plump lips crashed into yours in a heated and deep kiss. You moaned with each gasp for air and tried to put your hands around his waist but he pushed the cane harder down on your throat. Blood was rushing to your head and you bit his lip and he removed the cane. "Forgive me, love." He breathed and moved his lips to your neck, kissing and licking the red skin. "I... forgive you- ah!" You moaned and grabbed his raven black curls. He grabbed one of your legs and held it up, pushing himself closer to your body. You could feel his hard bulge rubbing against you and you pulled him back into another lustful kiss. "May I...?" He asked and fondled one of the buttons on your pants. "So polite..." You smiled cheekily but quickly regretted it when he ripped the rest of the buttons open and shoved his hand into your panties. You moaned loudly as his slender fingers immediately started to caress your clit. He moaned and ripped your shirt open with his other hand, exposing your breast. "What was that? Am I not naughty enough for you, sweetheart?" He almost growled and bit your tender flesh. You moaned his name loudly. His fingers slowly moved from your clit to your soaked entrance. "You're so wet... you've been wanting this for a long time, haven't you?"

His thumb was still on your clit as he dipped his middle finger into you. "Y-yes... I want you! I need you!" You stuttered and pulled his face to yours. "Please..." You begged. His lustful eyes were fixed on your mouth. "Fuck me."

"Here? People could see-"

"Nobody's here, damn it! Fuck me, V!"

He hastily undid his pants and lifted you up, leaning you against the wall. "Pin me to the wall..." You smirked. He let out a small chuckle that turned into a moan as he slid inside you. His impressive size took some getting used to but you quickly adjusted. "Fuck..." He moaned into your neck. His thrusts were deep and hard and you could feel yourself coming close to your climax already. "V, I'm gonna-!" He picked up the speed and locked your eyes with his. "Look at me." He demanded. You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes back in pleasure and did as he said. His thrusts grew impatient and you were getting closer to the edge. "Be mine..." He grunted. Your walls clenched around him and the wonderful feeling filled your entire body. "I'm yours... I've always been..." You sighed. He kissed you as he pulled out and finished himself off. You both slid down on the ground, sweaty and tired. You tried covering your exposed chest with what was left of your shirt but with little success. "Sorry about that..." V smirked. "I'll go back and get you a new one."

"Don't worry," a voice said from behind the wall. "She can borrow my jacket."

You both froze as Dante appeared with his arms crossed and a cocky smirk on his face. "That. Was. SO. Loud. Heard you all the way back to the van!" He took off his red coat and threw it in your lap. You were too embarrassed to function and just stared at Dante. V was pinching the bridge of his nose, silently cursing him. "Real happy for you two. Now, let's rock!" He said and marched past you. "We've got some demons to kill."

[ladygoth]

dmc v survived a 2849231 fall and was okay, so he can survive me riding his dick

[vergils-daughter]

Nero, Nico, Reader, V and “Breakfest you don’t deserve”

"Click" - the delicate sound of pottery seems to be way louder than you expected. In fact, every single sound is irritating right now. Every cough, even the most innocent one. Every silent breath. You wish there was some music that would deafen the surroundings. And the memories that keep hitting your poor, hurting from hangover, head. You shoot a single glance at Nero, but the poor boy is literally dying from embarrassment. And how adorable, the colour of his cheeks is exactly the same as when he was aroused. You cannot be sure, it was dark back then, when he was atop of you... Damn!

He seats in the corner, stoop-shouldered, pretending to be reading a magazine. His eyes are not moving, though. So he has been reading the same article for quite a time now. Nico leans near the opened window, smoking a cigarette that looks more like a butt now. But she doesn’t seem to notice it. Like her cold coffee, that is standing on the sill. You see she changed her hairdo, in an attempt to cover the hickeys that V gave her. Or was it you? That night was full of action indeed.

You can almost feel Dante's cocky, idiotic smirk, without looking at him. You keep avoiding his eyes. There is far too much joy in them. V left the room the same second Dante appeared at the threshold and said, yawning: "Thank you for the great show, guys. Not that I needed to sleep...". You have never seen the black-haired man moving so quickly. This had to be too much for him. It was as though he knows Dante so well and sensed that the breakfast could become the most awkward one a person can ever imagine.

The croissant seems to grow in your mouth so that you have problem swallowing it. You wish you could leave with V, but... you lack the courage to be with him in one room. Not that he did something wrong, no. You still feel his hands on your hips when he thrusted in you with soft moans, while at the same time Nero kept kissing your breast and Nico...

Well, it is enough to say that you did not expect her to be THAT good with girls, ok?

And she did not even take her glasses off. You are not sure but it could be you who talked her into undressing completely, leaving only the glasses and the mechanic’s apron. You even remember something about “playing with tools”... but maybe that was V? Apparently he is the person who likes to experiment with different types of toys for adults. The way he treated you and Nico with his cane was – oh my gods you must stop it here and now!

You feel the redness slowly crawling onto your cheeks and neck so you hide your face behind the cup. The irritating sound of Dante’s chuckle only makes the atmosphere worse. He is stroking his hair and looking at Nico.

“Nico, hey, could you maybe...”

“Shut the fuck up” responds the mechanic, without even looking at him. Dante just laughs.

“Tell me exactly, guys” he asks, leaning on the chair and crossing his arms “what did you take or drink? “

Nero only groans, Nico snorts and you – you must admit, Dante has a point. There was surely something strange in the old bottle Nero found in the cabinet. It was dark brown, looked old, no brand, and when you opened it, the delicious smell of salty strawberries hit your nose. The flavor compared with nothing you have tasted before. Since none of you sensed any danger – even V – you decided to try it. Just a little. To soothe your nerves and celebrate the end of a long mission. Each of you took a small goblet and you drunk the liquor almost simultaneously. You remember V raising his goblet and how his Adam’s apple slowly raised and fell with every sip.  

After that the blackness covered your memories. The flashbacks of previous night start to hit you with all its intensity...

...the black silky hair tickle your tights. Green eyes send sparkles when you lower your head and meet V’s gaze. How could a man have so goddamn long tongue? Now you understand why Nico was moaning so loud a moment ago. You are sitting on the desk, leaning on Nero’s chest. He holds your knees, spreading them wide. You feel his arousal on your back, hard even though he just finished riding Nico.

The girl... where was she at that moment? You don’t recall.

Your brain shows you an another picture – the picture of her thick lips, wet, red, licked slowly, a bit parted. You went crazy with them. You needed badly to touch them and put your fingers inside her mouth. And so you did. She started to suck them.

It was so warm inside.

Where was your other hand at that moment? And, most importantly, what the fuck was in that bottle?

You realize you asked the question loud. Nico trembles and throws the butt outside. Nero only rises his eyes and says nothing.

“This bottle, dear?” Dante takes the bottle from his pocket. He sniffs it and his smile gets wider. “You kids left it along with the pillows and blankets and some lingerie in the office.” you notice a sudden blush on Nico’s face. “A very rare drug indeed. Old stuff, I am not even sure who gave it to me. Must be some demon.”

“ Well...” you cough “sorry for drinking it all.”

“Honey” Dante leans on the table and lowers his voice “as far as I have heard it was absolutely worth it. All the “ahhs” and “ohhs”...”

“Dante for hell’s sake!”Nero rises “ I am not going to listen to this old fool...”

The creak of the door interrupts him. Vergil appears. All eyes lock on him. The son of Sparda slowly approaches the table and takes the bottle Dante left on it. He studies it for a few seconds.

“It was this?” he asks. Dante only nods and raises his left hand. And then... then the brothers do a high five! “I am proud of you, son.”

And you thought the situation could not get any worse.

[devilmaycry-headcanons]

Since you brought sin into this place how about blowjob headcanona for v,nero,dante and Vergil 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋 🔥🔥🔥🔥 please and thank you!

This fandom has been thirsty for years I’m not taking any credits. Anyway, here you go anon! 

Lots of lemons ahead.

V

If you like moans, V is your guy. Also, pretty flush.

Ghost hands around his thighs, and he would already be squirming. Kiss his hip bone, and his dick would be twitching and precum almost dripping. 

Really in the light line between love to be teased and very frustrate. 

 At that moment you bring your mouth down slowly on the tip of his dick he absolutely loses it. 

Doesn’t know what to do with his hand, probably grab your hair a little harder than intended.

Like long links around his length. 

His head is very sensitive, so if you lick it like a lollipop is good enough for him.

If you want to finish soon, dig you nails in the back of his tights, and he’s gone.

Announce very loudly that he’s coming

 Nero

Silent. Just little grunts when it gets very good. So probably a challenge for your abilities. Always a curse when he come though 

Grazing your teeth so lightly against his shaft, gripping the base of his shaft and stroke slowly up and down it’s a good place to start. 

His hands are always gripping the sheets. 

The trick to know when to go a little faster and when to go slowly is his breath, shaky puff and the boob of your head is slow. Intake of air, try to get his dick head to the back of your throat. 

When you hum around his cock it makes his abdominal muscles to get really tense, he really likes the sensation. 

Kind of lose control of his hips when come, so take care with the gag reflex. 

If you let him cum in your mouth he like to kiss you after, if not, his ideal is to cum in your chest.

Dante

Really talkative, praises, dirty talk, curses, etc. Dante darling shut up. 

His eyes are always in you (which can be kind of intimidating), he likes the show, what he like the most of the blowjobs is the visuals. 

So letting out is cock with a good lewd-sounding pop it’s one of the thing that keep him going. 

Your hands are your best friend to reach the place your mouth can’t. 

The pace depend on his mood, doesn’t like overly slow though. 

We already talk about his dick, so if you achieve to deepthroat him, he’s putty in your hands (also good way to shut him up). 

But has various weak spots, like that underside vein that scream to be licked. 

When he’s about to cum, Dante asks you where you want it, and spills his cum on your mouth, on your chest, stomach, anywhere you want.

Vergil

I mean they are twins (dick speaking), so, the essential difference about the blowjob business is Dante cares about his partner comfort. But Vergil is that bitch™

Give him a blowjob is more get face fucked.

As Dante always watching you, but it’s almost inquisitive.

Likes to gag you, if you’re not tearing up he’s not doing it right.

The muffled sound of protest, the wet sound of your mouth and his cock, the dominance… the best about blowjobs according to him.

Doesn’t warn when he’s coming, just get a stronger grip of your hair and push his hips forward, cumming in your throat, if you swallow quickly he would be please.

[dmcimaginess]

Could I possibly get headcanons of the DMC5 boys (each seperately) trapped in a small space together with their female crush or s/o and it's really awkward because there's so much sexual tension and they're getting turned on by being pinned together like that?😏 Feel free to make it as NSFW as you want.😉 thanks!

Kind of LEMON ahead?

Also i made this with their crush rather than their s/o.

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Dante: Oh boy, he actually doesn’t mind at all being all close with his crush, he may even take the situation to his advantage, almost flirting with you as he chuckles when seeing your embarrassed expression ‘Well well, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?’ you just look at him not knowing what to say. Did you hear him right?. Mind you, he will tell you the prior phrase independently on you having dick or not, which may make the situation more awkward or more stupid. He just hopes that you actually don’t feel the erection that he is starting to grow as he feels your chest pressed so tight against his...

Nero: This poor boy would want to get out of this situation so bad. Of course he is getting turned on with you so close to him, and that is exactly the problem. You try to chuckle and make some ligh-hearted jokes to make the situation less aswkward, but you can sense how tense Nero actually is. He doesn’t even want to face you because his face is completely red, up to the tips of his ears. He is so uncomfortable with the whole situation, the poor thing. He wants to be close to you, but preferably not under extreme necessity, as it currently was.

V: He acts as if the situation didn’t affect him at all, but you could clearly feel his muscles tense againts your skin when you try to move. There will be an awkward silence until he clears his throat, trying to lighten up the situation, ‘Well, at least we now have a change to...get closer? I mean- figuratively speaking. We couldn’t physically get any closer than this, even if we tried-’ Immediately dirty thoughts run on his mind. He can hear Griffon laugh inside his head and he swears he is going to hit him with his cane once he has the chance to. Maybe he would be enjoying more this moment of intimacy if not for the obvious presence of his familiars inside of his mind.

Vergil: He would act annoyed, as if all of this was your fault and he was actually allergic to you. He would be pressed tight against any surface that wasn’t your body, and even that wouldn’t be enough for your whole fronts not to touch. You try to move your now cramping leg a bit, and hear his breath hitch as you realize that you actually just pressed your leg against his groin. That definitely didn’t feel...soft. You give him a questioning look, and he just looks over your head, as if you weren’t there, lips pressed in a thin line. Oh boy, and you thought this couldn’t get any more awkward.

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-Lettuce

[dark-sarya]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Devil May Cry Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: V (Devil May Cry)/Reader Characters: V (Devil May Cry), Nero (Devil May Cry), Nico (Devil May Cry), Griffon (Devil May Cry), Reader Additional Tags: Porn, Porn Without Plot, Vaginal Fingering, Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Reader is needy, Smut, Multiple Orgasms, Reader-Insert Summary:

“Get up, I’m going to lend you a hand with that”

I made another thing, and it’s porn again, I regret nothing! :D

Dedicated to @la-vita @i-have-no-name-v @harlekin6 @ameryana @the-puggonaut :D

[trashassassin]

Two Halves of a Whole | 1: Torture (V x Reader)

Wow, at last, I’ve finished a thing! And they said it couldn’t be done, they being me of course. Truth be told, this has been sitting in my google docs, finished and unedited, for way too long. And then I got all ready to post it when I remembered that I hadn’t come up with a name for the series yet and I had to sit on that for a while. It’s a whole mess, as per the usual.

These stories were originally going to be used for Kinktober, but then I accidentally a whole series instead. I originally had this idea planned for a megafic, but this format works out way better for it, imo. It’s going to have a bit of a coherent storyline, but it will be told out of order, so you definitely don’t need to read all of them if you don’t want to. The last one will be the most important in regards to the plot if you actually care about that as opposed to just the “plot” hehe. Anyway, I’m rambling now, so let’s get on with it!

In celebration of the recent announcement of DMC 5 Special Edition, I have begun crafting a series all about Vergil and his twink-y human half finally getting all the love and affection they deserve in life! Here, we are kicking things off right by torturing poor V with sex toys.

Word Count: 1987

Warnings: Sexually Explicit Content, BDSM/Bondage, Strong Language

You weren't sure you would ever grow used to the amount of power you felt in situations such as this. Physically, V was quite a bit larger than you and was more than capable of overpowering you in spite of his slight frame.

And yet, in this instance, he would have allowed you to do anything to him and the thought of it was intoxicating.

You positioned yourself so that you were straddling him, your legs falling to either side of his abdomen, then reached over and gently tugged on the restraints that held his wrists. 

"It's not too tight, is it?" you asked. 

"No," he replied. "It's fine." 

He was already breathless and you hadn't even touched him yet, a fact that filled you with a sense of pride.

You were both still fairly new to this, so you were always careful to check in every once in a while and make sure you hadn't accidentally crossed any boundaries. With the power he had offered you came a great deal of trust and you weren't about to break that. 

You smiled at him, a gesture that he returned, then reached down toward the nearby nightstand to pick up today's tool of choice: a small, black vibrating wand.

It was one that you had used on yourself a number of times, so you were already familiar with its settings and which ones you preferred. 

Learning V's own unique preferences would be easy. This was evident enough from the few times you'd already been together. He was incredibly expressive, his desires laid plain, whether he wanted them to be or not. It was this, among other things, that made him so ideal for the role you'd put him in.

"Have you ever used anything like this before?" you asked, caressing the wand suggestively with your fingertips as you did. 

"You know I haven't," he replied, the smallest hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"I was just curious. We'll start off on the slower setting then, cause it can be a little intense if you're not used to it."

"I think I can handle it." 

You leaned over him once again and whispered in his ear, "then prove it. Don't cum until I say you can."

You sat back upright and the brief flash of uncertainty that passed his face did not escape your notice.

"Hold out your hand," you said. 

He did as you asked and you switched on the wand, then lowered it to his palm, which he eyed curiously as it buzzed from the vibrations.

"We'll start off slow," you continued. 

You were going to give him a bit of a chance; this was supposed to be fun for you too, after all. 

You repositioned yourself so that you would have a better vantage point, coming to sit just at the edge of the bed, then slowly lowered the wand until it pressed against the tip of his cock. 

His entire body tense and he gasped.

You pulled the wand away and said, "I told you." 

He narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. 

"Try to focus on your breathing. It'll help you last longer." 

You pressed the wand back to his skin and he flinched a bit, but this time, managed to regain his composure for the most part. 

Using your free hand to keep his cock steady, you maneuvered the wand up and over the head, then down the shaft where you brought it to rest just above your clasped fingers. 

"You're so hard already," you purred. "This is gonna be easy." 

You dragged the wand back up at a slow and even pace, and his breath stuttered a bit.

"Does it feel good?" you asked. 

"Yes," he replied. 

His voice was low and husky, as it always was when he was very aroused, and you found yourself getting a bit distracted by it. This was shaping up to be more of a challenge for you than you’d anticipated.

You brought the wand down again, then followed its upward motion with your hand, using it to stroke up and down his shaft as you used to wand to circle the head. 

His back arched and the wand slipped, nearly causing you to drop it. 

"Keep still," you scolded. 

"No promises," he said. 

His voice came out strained, as though he were holding his breath. That wasn't exactly what you had meant when you told him to focus on his breathing, but it amused you how hard he was trying. 

"There are a few more settings I can try," you said. "Let me know which one you like best." 

You clicked the button on the wand's handle, causing it to switch from the basic vibration setting to one that spun in one direction, paused, then continued in the other direction. You began to run it up and down the underside of his cock and studied his reaction carefully.

He squirmed a bit, but that was all you managed to get. 

Perhaps the pauses between the turns were too long. You pressed one of the other buttons and the rotations sped up just a little bit.

His eyes squeezed shut and he clenched his hands, causing the ribbon that held them to visibly tighten. 

"How's this one?" you asked. 

His lips parted into a smile and he sighed. 

"Good," he said.

You held the wand in place for a moment, allowing him to grow used to the sensation, then switched to the next setting. 

This one elicited the response you had been hoping for. His hips rose from the bed, forcing you to readjust and a throaty moan escaped his lips in spite of his continued efforts to keep his breath held. 

Once he'd returned to his original position, you fell back into your previous rhythm of sliding the wand up and down the length of his cock, your hand following in its wake.

His arms tensed, pulling his restraints taut, and his breath came in uneven pants. 

You began to move a little faster, trying your best to keep your pace steady in spite of the unpredictable jerking of his hips. 

"Wait!" he gasped. "Slow down." 

You contemplated for a moment whether or not you were going to comply with his request, and eventually decided that you were, if only to draw out the experience a bit longer.

You turned the intensity down back to where it had started, then gave a few more lazy strokes before pulling the wand and your hand away. 

His cock pulsed a few times in the absence of your touch, forcing a drop of precum to the tip. You were so tempted to reach out and tease him again, but decided against it for the time being. 

"You're so close already," you said with an exaggerated frown.

You kept your face lowered so that he would be able to feel the warmth of your breath as you spoke. 

"It's not my fault," he said. "You're really good at this." 

The breathy tone of his voice coupled with sight of his cock only inches from your face, which pulsed again in desperation for your touch, sent your head spinning.

You suddenly became aware of your own labored breathing and, given the proximity you had so carefully calculated, he was aware of it too. 

"I wanna fuck you," he said, followed by a rough sigh. "So bad." 

You cocked your head to one side and feigned nonchalance, even though you wanted this just as badly. 

"Maybe if you pass my test," you said. 

You held up your free hand and, with deliberation, wrapped it just beneath the head of his cock, using your thumb to swirl the precum around the tip as you had imagined doing moments before. This provoked even more, and it began to run down over your fingers. 

"This is torture," he groaned, and you couldn't help but smile.

"I know," you said.

You were beginning to feel the same way, but you weren’t about to let him know that.

You ran your hand, which was now quite sticky, up and down the length of his shaft before withdrawing it and using it to hold the wand steady as you switched it back on.

"Ready?" you asked, and he nodded.

You picked up exactly where you left off and he reacted within seconds, his eyes fluttering closed as his head tipped back against the pillow beneath it.

You had to struggle quite a bit to keep your hand in place as he had taken to thrusting into it this time around.

“I told you to stay still,” you said. “You’re only making this harder for yourself.”

“Sorry,” he said.

He slowly lowered himself back onto the bed and did his best to stay there, but you could tell how much he was struggling. His hands were clenched again and his arms were drawn up tight, pulling at the restraints so hard that you were certain there would be a mark on his wrists when you removed them later.

Just as he’d begun to relax again, you turned the intensity up by one, the new setting leaving almost no gap at all between the pulsing vibrations.

He moaned and started to thrust into your hand again but managed to catch himself before you’d even opened your mouth to scold him. 

He flushed, both from arousal and from embarrassment, you guessed. You got the impression that he was ashamed of how vocal he got in the throes of passion, a quirk of his that you found quite endearing.

With his hands restrained, his only option was to bite down on his bottom lip, first one side, then the other, but it was no use. Every time you managed to hit a particularly sensitive spot, he cried out again, in spite of his best efforts.

You turned the intensity up one more time and mentally began counting down from thirty before you would allow him his release.

“Almost there,” you encouraged, but you weren’t sure he was still paying attention to what you were saying.

He began shifting from side to side as though he were trying to escape your grasp, but you weren’t about to allow him to do that.

“Slow down,” he gasped, but you’d already made up your mind.

You weren’t going to give him the relief he was looking for this time.

“Just a little bit longer.”

Only a moment after you’d said this, his face contorted in pleasure and the first spurt of cum hit your hand, the rest coating a good majority of his abdomen.

“Stop!” he cried out, and you switched off the wand as his cock continued to pulse wildly between your fingers.

When it finally came to a stop and his breathing began to return to normal, he opened his eyes and looked up at you with a sly smile.

“Well?” he asked.

“Not quite,” you replied. 

You’d only managed to make it to twenty-six.

“That was hardly fair,” he said. “Were you even keeping track?”

“I was.”

This was only a partial truth. It was hardly your fault that you’d gotten a bit distracted along the way.

“You did your best,” you said as you stood to undo his restraints. “Let me know when you’re ready to try again.”

His eyes widened.

“With that thing?” he asked, pointing to the wand, which now sat inert where you had once been sitting. “I’m not sure I can handle that again today.”

“I warned you.” You chuckled. “Maybe I’ll try something different.”

Perhaps next time, you would try with your mouth or your hand instead. So many possibilities ran through your mind as you stared down at him and he stared back at you, a contented look on his face.

For now, at least.

As soon as he was ready, you planned to start your unique brand of torture all over again.

[daemongal]

Eyes on me

V x reader, NSFW, Lemon, possessiveness.

So this one was requested by @amofbebbanburg a while ago. So sorry it took so long but I’m finally done! Hope it was worth the wait! Enjoy a bit of hate/sexual tension between our poet and the reader!

Anyone who was even remotely involved in the devil hunting business, knew who Dante was. He was a legend in the community.

And you were his partner.

He said he saw something in you. Although you were human, you had guts. You were ballsy and had a zeal for life although you weren’t afraid to risk it for the sake of smashing demons to a pulp. You spent a good portion of your time together and although you weren’t romantically involved with him, you idolised him and you were fiercely protective of him.  

So when you entered Devil May Cry that day, to see an unrecognisable figure clothed in black hunched over Dante’s desk, your stomach jolted. You immediately drew your twin swords and began towards the man in question, stopping after only a few steps to absorb the sight you saw. Dante was... smiling. In fact he looked overjoyed.  

He held one of the strangers thin arms in his hands, looking in awe at the swirls of tattoos stretched over them, commenting on how “gnarly" they were and tracing them with his fingers in fascination. Your fists clenched around your weapons as you slowly returned them to their sheathes. The mysterious man chuckled at Dante’s statement, his voice so deep it made you shudder.  Who was he, why was he here and why was Dante having such fun in his presence?  

You didn’t like him.  

You knew nothing about the tattooed gentleman in front of you but you knew that much. You stepped forward with deliberately heavy feet, causing Dante to look up at you in surprise, as if he hadn’t noticed your presence before. No response from the other, in fact he didn’t even move his eyes in acknowledgement of your existence.

“Oh hey babe!” Dante exclaimed, grin beaming on his face.  That’s right, you thought, flash that grin my way. “Perfect timing! I’d like to introduce the newest member of our group. (Y/N), this is V.” He gestured towards the gentleman.

Newest…member?

His head finally turned, his gaze piercing from green eyes as a smirk stretched up his right cheek. He put his arm across his chest and bent slightly in a mock bow, eyes never leaving yours. “The pleasure is all mine.” The words rolled off his tongue in a slightly sarcastic tone.

“Charmed.” You responded abruptly, before you turned to look back at Dante. “Could I maybe have a word,” you turned back to look at V to see him pulling out a book from his jacket pocket, oblivious to your glances, “in private.” He opened the book up, smirking once more as he walked towards the stairway, swirling what appeared to be a cane in his other hand nonchalantly.

“Now now, play nice.” Dante’s words drew your eyes back to him.

“Newest member?” You questioned. “What good is a twink like him going to be on the battlefield? The demons will use him like a toothpick; surely he’ll just get in the way?” You spoke quieter, but still loud enough that you knew V would hear.  

“Hey, don’t look at me. He came on Morrison’s personal recommendation, and you know he’s a helluva good judge of character considering he’s the reason you’re here.” He poked you affectionately in the chest. You couldn’t deny that Morrison had an eye for the elite. He’s always picked the best and never fails to find you and Dante the best jobs. For the first time though, you were doubting his judgement. “And anyway,” Dante continued, breaking you from your daze, “you’ll  get to see soon enough. Got a job lined up for us all this evening. Think of it as a group bonding session.” You huffed loudly in protest.  

“Why do we need anyone else? You, me, Trish, lady, Nero; we got this. There’s never been a job that we haven’t been able to do.” You shifted on the spot, kicking your feet against the desk in an act of petulant defiance.  

I like it just being you and me, was what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to utter the words. You turned your head to look back towards where V was stood and, to your surprise he was no longer there. Your eyes darted around the room before a shrill, undignified shriek left your throat, as his breath caught against your ear.

“No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.” He laughed from the depths of his throat at your reaction, as you hopped away defensively, face flushed with what you could only assume was anger as he closed the book with one hand in a smooth motion. “It seems your keen senses I’ve heard so much about leave little to be desired.”  

You opened your mouth to retort, but stopped yourself as your eyes were drawn to his arm, noticing that his tattoos had… changed? No, it was more like there were less of them than before, outlines left where thick black ink once was. The hair on your arms stood on end as you felt something brush against your leg. You drew your swords again as you turned on whatever it was, ready to attack; Until you heard that laugh again. He was toying with you now.  

You relaxed your posture and looked down to see the back end of what looked like a giant panther, walk slowly towards V and curl around his legs. It’s coat was the most eerily dark black you’d ever seen, and markings not dissimilar to his tattoos glowed infrequently against its fur.

“Impressive eh?” Dante interjected, noticing your reaction. “And she’s the quiet one. Just wait till you meet the glorified chicken.” You knew there’d be some sort of catch, an ace up the man’s sleeve, but this was something else.

You sheathed your weapons once again. “Is that… a demon?” You had to ask, although you hated that fact that your curiosity was peaked.  

“In the flesh.” V answered. At that, the demon gazed up directly into your eyes, rearing back as if to pounce at you. You tensed as its teeth bared, then suddenly it dissipated, almost melting into the ground before turning to a thick smoke that rose towards V and disappeared into his skin. His tattoos had returned to normal, squirming ever so slightly against his skin. You couldn’t help but find yourself stare, as your mind processed what just happened.

“It would appear that she likes you.” You couldn’t see it, but you could hear the smirk on his lips, as he leisurely strolled past you to lean against the desk, resting his cane down on the surface and crossing his arms across his chest. You huffed again, feeling irritated by how much control he felt he had over the current situation.

“So,” Dante started, breaking the tension, throwing his feet up onto his desk loudly “this job. Morrison’s been tipped off that a hell gate’s going to open on the other side of town tonight. No idea what’s gonna come out of it so we’re kinda going in blind. Area’s already evacuated, Lady and Trish saw to that so we should be good to go all out!” He stretched his arms out in front of him, cracking his knuckles as he looked your way. “You up for it?” He grinned and winked suggestively.

You smirked back at him, quickly drawing and stabbing one of your swords into the desk, in the gap between his legs. “What do you think?”

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The journey was pretty uneventful and mostly just involved you making idle conversation with Dante, displaying to the newcomer just how close you both were. You also had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting the “glorified chicken" Dante told you about. You assumed he and V shared similar feelings towards you as from the moment he met you, he couldn’t help but throw cheesy insults at you like they were going out of fashion. You’d tried shooting him out of the sky on multiple occasions but he would always manage to dodge around the bullets. The one time you actually came close enough to ruffle his feathers, he retreated back onto V's tattoos before contact was made. At least he’ll be quiet now you had thought.

The job began without a hitch. You arrived with enough time to prepare and, as you had been advised, there wasn’t a person in sight. You couldn’t help but be impressed by what Trish and Lady could accomplish when the stakes were high.  

Right on cue, the Hell Gate opened. The first few waves came as standard; Empussa, Hell Caina and  a few hellbats; Easy. You were human, and you were very aware of it. You had freaky demon healing gems to thank for your survival so far, that and the awesome devil arms that you had on loan from Dante. He knew you had amazing combat instincts and skills and was always impressed with your acrobatic ability, but it was painfully obvious from your many spars with him that you lacked the strength to cut through demon carapace. Luckily, he had plenty of weapons which cut through it like butter.  

You were fighting with a bit more panache than normal today, trying your best to show V what you were made of. You could see him glancing over at you, smirking as he commanded his demons to gouge and slice his enemies; Which they did, with extreme prejudice. If he didn’t irritate you so much, you would have complimented him on his teamwork with his familiars, shadow and griffon as you had come to learn. The way griffon was always there for him when he needed to retreat from an oncoming attack, or the way shadow launched demons into the air with his scythe like tail, for V to throw himself with immense speed towards them, finishing them off with his cane. You wouldn’t have believed it possible for someone to fight this way before today, before seeing it with your own eyes.  

“Hey (Y/N)! Watch your six!” You heard Dante shout, snapping you from your thoughts as you dashed to the side to avoid a downward strike from a Hell Caina’s scythe from behind you. Focus, you told yourself. It wasn’t like you to get distracted, yet this was the second time today you’ve been caught off guard. You turned and deflected the next strike with your swords, before ducking and stabbing both swords into the demons torso, before pushing them outwards, cleaving it in two.  

You saw another nearby weakened by Dante’s gunfire. You ran towards it and readied a sweep to finish it off before V appeared in front of you, sticking his cane between its eyes to finish it off before turning to you.  

“Too slow little mouse.” He mocked, before Griffon swooped in laughing, grabbing V by the arm.  

“Score one for Shakespeare!” He flew with him in tow, returning to battle. Tsk, you clicked, “Don’t get in my way.” You muttered under your breath irritably, before chasing after him.  

The larger demons began pouring in now, signalling the end of the wave. You returned to Dante’s side and helped him deal with 2 Empussa Queens. This was what you loved, fighting side by side with the legendary demon hunter. This was how it always was and always has been. You were about to deliver the final blow before V shot past your vision, dragging his cane down the final Queen’s abdomen, causing a pained squeal from the demon, before it turned to dust.

“Impressive. Knew there was more to you than met the eye.” Dante nodded in approval, his praise to the newcomer making your blood boil.

“You can’t just finish it off like that and take all the glory, that was my kill!” You marched towards the leather clad man, weapons in hand.

“You looked weary. I didn’t want you wasting energy unnecessarily. I couldn’t have you passing out on us in the middle of battle now could I, little mouse.” That pet name again.  

“I’m not a little mouse, I’m as capable in battle as you.” Your face was burning, your ears on fire. “I could go like this for hours. You’re the one who looks fragile! Who needs a cane at your age anyway?” Why does he get under my skin so much? Just stop, you were battling yourself in your own mind.

“Listen toots,” Griffon started, “V here hasn’t got much going on in the strength department, but he’s got us! What have you got, some fancy swords?”

“Come and try me chicken! I’ll show you what these fancy swords can-“

You were cut off abruptly to the sound of heavy footsteps, and lots of them. 3 Behemoths had started making their way towards you, preparing to charge.

“Shit!” Dante exclaimed, as he grabbed you by the arm to pull you out the way. “Hey, Mr. Poetry! Get out of the way!” V remained, glued to the spot as he turned to face the oncoming stampede. Your heart was racing, sure he irritated you but you didn’t want him to die.

“V! What are you doing, are you crazy!?” You shouted towards him. He merely turned his head to stare you straight in the eye, before raising his arm above his head.

*SNAP*

The sound of his fingers snapping together echoed against the surrounding walls, and for a moment it felt as though time stopped. The black from his hair had lifted, showing only pure white underneath, not dissimilar to Dante’s. The next thing you knew, what looked like a meteor shot down from the sky, crashing in the centre of the demons, knocking them back from the centre of the impact. Mouth agape, you watched as the puddle of black ooze that remained on the ground grew, forming legs and arms, taking the shape of a large black golem.  

“Hell yeah!” You heard Dante shout, as he ran from your side towards V. “Now that’s more like it!”

You shook your head to ground yourself then followed after Dante. What followed was carnage. The creature swung its giant arms, smashing the armour from the demons like it was made of glass. You knew from experience just how much of a beating it takes to achieve such a feat. Dante returned to the centre of the fight with renewed vigour, jumping around the golems strikes, slashing at the weakened demons. They looked so, in sync. Rather than annoyance, you felt your heart sink in your chest.  

I can’t compete with that.

You knew the job needed finishing, so you re-entered the battle, following Dante and V’s lead. The poet was now perched on the golems shoulder, gripping onto his cane that was embedded in the creature. You aimed for a behemoth’s tongues, slicing them off to prevent them flailing and attacking. You went in for the finishing strike before hearing Griffon shriek.  

“Hey toots! Get outa the way!” You turned to look up, before seeing a light shoot from what you assumed to be the golem’s eye towards the floor. You gasped and leapt back, as quickly as your body would allow, as the ground erupted from beneath the Behemoths, sending them flying into the air screeching as they fell. Some debris hit your arm, as you shielded your face from any impact. The last thing you saw before the hell gate closed was V’s afterimage as he quickly and cleanly finished off each demon.  

Your legs gave way below you as you fell to the ground, panting, sweat on your brow. You swear your life flashed before your eyes for a moment.

“What the fuck!?” You shouted, it coming out with much less force than you wanted as you tried to catch your breath. “Are you trying to kill me?!” You couldn’t believe him. At some point, the black had returned to his hair and the golem was nowhere to be seen as he approached your side, offering a hand to help you up, an expression on his face that you hadn’t seen from him so far; concern.

You batted his hand away as you drew yourself back up shakily, picking your discarded weapons up from the floor and starting back towards the shop.  

“I’m heading back. Keep him away from me.” You thought you heard Dante’s voice but it didn’t register what he said. You didn’t turn back once for the rest of the walk back.  

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The next few days went by in a blur.  

When you had all returned after that night, you both got a stern telling off by Dante. A bit of back and forth was all well and good, but when it nearly got you both killed, that was too far. You had both begrudgingly agreed to try and get on and, although neither of you were fired, you were told no more jobs until you “kissed and made up”. It killed you that Dante had been taking on most of the work himself to compensate. He had decided it would be an excellent idea for you to both stay at the shop in the spare rooms. You were basically on house arrest, and stuck in V’s company and no matter what you tried; he just kept managing to twist you the wrong way.  

It was such small petty things that irritated you so much. You sighed as you carried a used bowl from the coffee table into the kitchen then headed upstairs to give him a piece of your mind. You told him yesterday to stop doing this and yet, he persisted. You stopped when you saw a towel left in a heap on the floor of the corridor just past the bathroom. You picked it up and stormed towards his room. Seeing the door was slightly ajar, you pushed it open and threw the towel in towards his bed.  

“I swear to god V, what have I told yo-“ You stopped immediately when you realised he was stood in the centre of his room, completely naked. Your eyes acted on their own, scanning his body as heat rose to your cheeks. Your heart skipped wildly in your chest as you blurted out “S-sorry!” and shut the door, almost sprinting back to the front room. You sat in Dante’s empty seat, put your arms on the desk in front of you, and slammed your face into them. You groaned. Why didn’t I knock, you thought; he told me about knocking. This had almost happened once before, but last time he managed to push the door shut before you entered.

You continued to hit your head against your arms as your mind processed what you saw, the image of the man in the nude embedded in your memory. Your cheeks were still blazing. Why was your mind reacting this way? You’d seen Dante naked too many times to count. He was shameless in his behaviour, especially after he’d had a few drinks. However, the sight of him in the nude would always just make you groan and shake your head, it was comical to you. But this, this was different.

You hadn’t said anything to Dante because you didn’t want to give him the victory, but your opinion of the poet had changed since your confinement. You still weren’t at the point where you’d be happy to refer to him as your friend, but you found his presence… less annoying. You wouldn’t go as far as to say you enjoyed it, but it was preferable to being on your own. You had forgiven him in your own way for the laser incident, and after 2 solid days of avoidance and silent treatment you had started talking. What started as small talk slowly developed into more personal discussions about each other’s interests and you would tell stories about your exploits with your devil hunter partner. Yet you still somehow always ended up in some kind of heated argument or disagreement, before storming off to your room for some peace. There was just some kind of constant tension in the air that you couldn’t put your finger on, and even the slightest spark would light it up.

With a frustrated growl, you pushed yourself and the chair back until you were practically horizontal, only to find yourself staring directly into V’s green eyes.  

“Why hello little mouse. What did I tell you about knocking before entering?” Your eyes widened as you jolted forward to stand up out of the seat, in shock at not hearing him approach. You didn’t get far before you were pulled backwards again, V’s cane across your chest holding you in place.

“I said I was sorry, what’re you doing?” He spun you around to face him, cane lifted off your chest and dropped to the ground beside him,, his hands resting on the chairs armrests as he dipped his head down so his eyes were level with yours. You noticed his chest was still bare and you thought you saw the hem of some black sweatpants resting around his hips.

“I’m doing exactly what Dante told us to do.”

“Wha-“. You were cut off by his lips crashing into yours. Your eyes widened at the sudden contact, body tensing as his lips moved against yours. You tried to react, but the resistance left your body as soon as his eyes locked with yours. His expression was dark, unlike you’d ever seen. Your eyes rolled back into your head and a groan left your throat as his tongue pushed against your lips. You opened your mouth willingly, deepening the kiss.

What the hell am I doing?  

His hands reached up into your hair as your tongues danced in your mouth. Your hand moved up to his arms, nails digging in as you grabbed him in defiance. He broke from the kiss, a line of saliva still connecting you. The hand in your hair tugged your head to the side, giving him access to your neck. You yelped as he nipped the soft skin with his teeth, mind still dizzy from your kiss. He followed up with some rough kisses, leaving small red marks down to your collarbone, before running his tongue back up towards your ear. His breath was hot against your earlobe.

“My my little mouse, just where has all that fight gone?” His voice was dangerously low, bordering on a growl. A spark shot through you from your loins to your chest at his words as you launched yourself out of the chair, hands moving from V’s arms to his wrists as you pushed him against the nearest wall, pinning his arms either side of his head.

I’m not losing this fight as well.

The impact of the wall and the sudden movement gained you a gasp as the air left the poets lungs. You copied his earlier actions, latching onto his neck, sucking and nibbling your way down before returning to the man’s mouth. Determined to stay in control, you forced your tongue into his mouth, tasting him as you removed your hands from his wrists in favour of running them over his exposed chest. You pulled your lips away as you stared him down, pushing him into the wall by his chest, you hands balling into fists, heavy breaths leaving your parted lips.  

“What the hell is this?” You barked. To your irritation V chuckled in response.

“Are you telling me you want me to stop?’ His hand moved from the wall and ghosted across your jaw, cupping your chin with his index finger as he raised your head up to lock eyes with his again, his thumb gently brushing against your bottom lip. “Your face is telling a different story altogether. You can’t lie to me through those half closed eyes, little mouse.” You searched for a retort, but your mind was lost in a haze.  

“That’s not what I said. I just don’t get it.” Was this his end goal? How could it have been, you thought.  All he seemed to do was try to rile you up, pushing your buttons one after the other.  

“What is there to not understand? Unless, it was I who misinterpreted your actions?” Actions? He smirked at your bemused look.

He started moving towards you, pushing you back with each step, his figure towering over yours. You instinctively took a step backwards for each one he took forwards, his eyes never leaving yours.  

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your glances towards me, how you would chew on that bottom lip of yours.” He kept walking, his pace quickening as you began to trip over your own feet. “Do you think my own actions were accidental? You’re like an open book, your emotions so pure and so raw. I want to delve through your pages and memorise every word.” You gasped as something solid collided with the backs of your calves, causing you to fall backwards onto the couch that you’d been unconsciously guided towards.  

“I’ve been trying to get an rise out of you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” You tried to pull yourself backwards along the couch, scrambling helplessly as he carried on moving himself towards you, crawling, continuing on like nothing was happening. Your back hit against the arm rest as you were stopped in your tracks, the poet now hovering over you, hands sunk into the seat either side of your hips. “But now,” he started, leaning in so his nose was touching against yours:

“I’ve had enough.”  

His lips returned to yours, leaving to time for you to respond, your breath caught in your throat expressing itself as an involuntary groan. He shifted above you, as his lips teased against yours recklessly, tongue dipping in and out, leaving you wanting more. From his crouched position, he pushed one of his legs in between yours, knee brushing against your core causing your back to arch, stopping any attempts you may have had at closing them. He shifted his upper weight onto his elbows, hovering his body closer to yours and entangled your hair within his fingers.  

He broke the kiss momentarily as you gasped for air, face flushed with desire and a noticeable  throbbing between your legs. He tugged your hair to the side, giving him access to the side of your neck untouched by his previous ministrations.  You noticed he was being rougher now, his nips grew more fierce, turning into open mouthed bites, something you didn’t realise you needed so much until the action caused a breathy moan to escape your lips as your hands grabbed and dug into his bare waist in response.  

You were putty under his hands, no longer doubting his words. Whatever you thought you may have felt was now out in the open. He seemed to understand your own feelings and desires better than you did, and it made you feel helpless under him, a feeling you weren’t used to experiencing.  

Fuck it.

You began to roll your hips against the leg in between yours, seeking the friction you needed. V responded by tugging your hair tighter and hissing through his teeth.

“Well well little mouse, finally decided-"

“Shut up.”  

You cut him off abruptly, not wanting to play his little game anymore. You dragged your nails up his sides until your hands were in his hair, dragging his mouth back to yours. He gasped as your mouth hit his once again. Your hips continued to buck as his hands reached down to unbutton your shirt. You grumbled in impatience as you reached between your bodies to tear it open, sending buttons across the room,  revealing your braless chest. You snaked your arms around his waist hurriedly and pulled your bodies flush together.  

You weren’t planning on dragging this out. Your skin craved contact, and his body felt so good against yours. Your hands reached lower, sneaking under the waistband of the sweatpants as you grabbed his ass in your hands. You heard a groan in the depths of his throat in response to your actions, a sound that reverberated throughout your body straight to your core. You pulled his hips towards yours, you wanted to feel him. You wanted to know what you were doing to him. You needed to know that you weren’t the only one suffering with unbridled need from so little stimulation.

And oh you weren’t disappointed.

You pressed his crotch against you and couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation, your mouth parting from V's as you rolled your head back. His hard length rubbed against your clit through the thin material. Good, you thought. His hard exterior would have to falter eventually, you knew now he needed this as much as you did. You pulled your head back to observe his reaction, as you ground your hips against his.  

That damn smirk was plastered on his face as a chuckle left his throat. Slightly flushed cheeks were the only sign of his apparent arousal as he stared at you with a vigour in his eyes.

“I knew you wanted me, but I honestly didn’t think you were this desperate.” Without warning, he lifted his lower half from you and shifted his weight to one of his arms. His other hand shot down your body, straight under the hem of your pants and began stroking your folds. Your back arched at the sudden contact, your wetness apparent at how easily his fingers slid against you.

“Just look at how wet you are for me, my little mouse. So eager, so wanting from so little. So ready for me.” Your hips were moving against your will, your mouth hanging open, breathy moans shamelessly leaving your lips with no resistance. His palm pressed against your clit, as his fingers ran so teasingly against your hole. You bucked into it, hands grabbing V's hips, nails digging in leaving bruises, you hoped.

Suddenly, a finger entered you up to the knuckle in one swift movement. There was no time for you to react before a second was pushed in alongside it and he began moving with long drawn out thrusts, his palm still pressing against you.

“And here I thought I would have to properly prepare you. Your practically swallowing me up.” Your walls clenched around his fingers at his words. God, the things he could do to you with those alone; that voice would be the death of you.

He lifted himself up from you, never letting up with his ministrations to pull the clothes from your bottom half in one swift motion, laying you bare for his eyes to vandalise. What a sight you must have been, you thought. Your hands had shifted to the armrest behind you, gripping for dear life as he curled his fingers inside you.

“Aah, fuck. V- aaah!”

He knelt over you like that for a short while, enjoying your reactions. Your eyes drifted open for a moment, as you stared open mouthed at the man. At some point he had shed his lower half of clothing and was now bare before you again. The spare hand he had that was not being used to plough into your heat was wrapped around his own arousal, pumping it vigorously. His eyes opened and met with yours momentarily, his lips slightly parted as the corners of his mouth lifted in an opened mouthed smirk.

A sensation shot up your spine, as his fingers curled into your sweet spot once more and his palm began to circle against your clit. The sensations were too much. You threw your head back in a silent scream as your body came undone below his lust filled eyes. You clamped around his fingers as his pace continued, unforgiving as you rode out the waves of pleasure against his hand.

He removed his fingers from you, as he prised your legs apart, placing his body in between them. He lifted your hips to rest against his bent legs as you felt his tip prod against your entrance. Your head jolted back as you tried to regain control of your breathing.

“V, w-wait. I-I need a minute.” Your eyes widened in panic at your current oversensitivity as he pressed further against you.

“I think I’ve waited long enough.” He spoke darkly as he pushed himself into you in one hard thrust. Your hands grabbed the couch for purchase as you pushed your head back, back arching and toes curling at the sudden intrusion. He stretched you thoroughly, reaching further inside you than you thought possible. You felt V's fingers dig into your hips as he held himself there for what felt like an eternity

“Oh my mouse, how I've longed for this. You’ve welcomed me so well; but you have made me wait.”

He pulled himself out almost all the way, then slammed back in, hips slapping against your own. He repeated the motion a number of times as a dark laugh left his throat.

“Now you are laid bare and at my mercy, of which I shall show you none.”  

His pace quickened as he thrust into you hard and fast, your toes curling at the feeling of him ramming into your over sensitive walls. You couldn’t contain the strangled moans that escaped anymore as you writhe in his hands.  

“Sing for me my pet.”

He shuffled his hips closer to you, and shifted your angle slightly before ploughing back into you.

“Aah, shit. It’s too much V, aaah- God it’s too much!”

He hit your sweet spot over and over, torturing you with sensations that made your mind go black, that filled your vision with stars.

You noticed his breathing had become erratic as well as he pulled out of you. He moved himself back slightly and pushed at your hips.

“On your front.” He demanded, and you weren’t going to question or disobey. You were too far gone.  

You did as you were told as he haphazardly grabbed and placed a cushion under your hips. You felt the seat move below you, and the poet shifted his weight so that he was over you, his chest pressing against your back as his elbows held his weight either side of your shoulders. One of his hands snaked his fingers through your hair and tilted your head to the side and pushed it down as his throbbing cock rubbed against your entrance.

“Two things my pet.” His voice rumbled at a loud whisper against your exposed ear. “One: I’m going to pound you into this couch until your screaming my name and clenching around me, only then will I stop.”

He pushed his length back into you slowly, as your mouth fell open, drool rolling down your cheek.

“Two: I will be the only one you look at from now on.”

He began thrusting into you again with reckless abandon. The new angle causing you to tremble and spasm below him, as he scraped his cock against your walls, hitting your g spot with each thrust. With his weight partially pressed against you, there was little you could do but lie there and take it. For once, you were completely happy giving up control.

Your throat was becoming dry and raspy. A familiar heat was building in your core as V was guiding you towards an impossible second orgasm with his cock. You were so spent from your first you thought you were done. Your breathing became more erratic, your moans louder as waves of heat began emanating from inside. He snaked a hand under your body, cupping your mound, pushing his hand  against your clit.  

With the little energy you had left, you gyrated your hips  slightly, pushing into his hand, chasing your peak as his thrusts became faster, harder and more erratic.

“That’s right my pet.” His words were breathy and full of lust. “Come for me.”  

Your voice broke, you knew you were making a noise, but you couldn’t tell what it was. You came hard around his cock, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you relentlessly as your hands balled into fists and your back arched against V's chest.  

“Ah- V!”  

He pushed his face to yours as he let out the sexiest moan you’d ever heard. You felt his body spasm against yours and his cock throb within you as he released his seed, panting and moaning against your ear. After a couple of lazy thrusts he stopped his movements and rolled to lay himself in the small space beside you, pulling himself out of you unglamorously as you dragged yourself over slightly to give him room .  

You both lay there for a while, the room filled with no sounds other than your combined heavy breaths. You didn’t know what to say or do, your ears were ringing and your thoughts were lost in a haze.

Your body jerked suddenly when you heard a knock on the door followed by a familiar voice.

“Hey, you guys decent?” You could hear the shit eating grin on his face as he shouted through the closed door. “I mean I’m glad you’ve both made up but I need a shower and the last thing I wanna see is V's skinny ass. You didn’t fuck on my desk did you, because that’s my space and mine alone and there’ll be hell to pay if you’ve messed on it?!” You groaned, no energy for a retort.

“Fuck off Dante.”

“Christ, a good Fucks supposed to put you in a good mood, not a worse one. Fine, you’ve got 10 minutes before I barge on in and see some things I don’t want to and some things I wouldn’t mind seeing.” You heard V growl at that statement and the connotations behind it.

“Like I said,” you replied, “just fuck off.” You sighed when you heard muttering followed by footsteps moving away from the door. You let out a slight gasp when V's hand worked it’s way around your waist, pulling you towards him possessively.

“Remember what I said little mouse?.” He raised himself up on one arm and turned your head towards his with his hand. “You’re eyes stay on me now.” He pressed his lips against yours again, gentle but with purpose. You melted into the gesture with no resistance.

Shit, you thought; what have I got myself in for.

First GIF by andyacklesspn, second by Dertragame.