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hi hello I just stumbled upon your blog and am laughing my ass off

spicy dmc ask but how would dante and vergil would react to finding shy reader having some *ahem* alone time ;) on their bed after returning from a mission early?

bonus points if reader lowkey has a crush on them and extra spicy points if reader happens to be wearing one of their shirts while doing the deed :o

tysm sorry for being a sinner 🤒

Oooo lalaa yesss I added more characters

•⊰☽༓☾⊱⋅⊰MINORS DNI☾⊱⋅⊰☽༓☾⊱•⊰☽☾⊱

.ﾟஐ⋆*♡･:*ೄ‧͙·*♪foul language, smut,masturbation, consent,.ﾟஐ⋆*♡･:*ೄ‧͙·*♪

DANTE

•Hes not even gonna be mad, but laugh at you. Once he sees you're uncomfortable he's gonna comfort ya..........comfort..

•Yeah no, man's is now horny...too horny...you might need a leash for this mf because he's gonna be eating ya ass soon and its gonna take a lot for him to get away from it now that he knows his baby is secretly a freak.

•Dont worry, He's gonna have you in his lap giving you multiple orgasms. Whispering sweet praises in your ear, he won't stop until he knows you can't take it anymore and is begging.

"Shhh, no need to hide from me..let me help you with that.

"That's my girl, you're doing so well for me. Give me a few more baby."

"Ah, one last time, just one more. I missed the cute expression you made earlier."

Vergil

•Pfft he never felt like such a pervert until now. He's gonna Stand there so quietly and watch. But if you can't get to your orgasm in time he's gonna get irritated. Bursting into the room and walking straight to you.

•ignoring your protests before kissing you deeply, gripping your hips and pushing you back down on the bed. His hands will wonder and caress every part of you, leaving trails of kisses.

•Oh yeah, he loves to hear you scream for him so best believe he's gonna be pounding into you and leaving marks on your thighs as he grips the headboard almost about to fucking BREAK the MF.

"Must I help you with everything around here? Can't even please yourself properly, just lay back and Let me deal with it."

"Shh now love. Its alright I'm right here, grip onto me as Much as you need to."

"You're close? Heh, well hold it. Nuh uh, what I say goes."

Nero

•Heh, that's cute. You think he's gonna walk in confidently? This sunshine is gonna fucking faint. Or fall into the room with his clumsy ass.

•you both will be shy until he finally speaks softly to you. "C-can I help dear?" He's gonna give you a nervous soft smile. But he is thrilled if you agree.

• He's so soft with you lol. Giving you soft praises and encouragement. But he can..sometimes accidentally overstimulate you from your taste of going down on you.

"you doing aright love? I can slow down if you want."

"That's it, just like that.."

"You're close? Please don't hold back, let me taste all of you."

V

•Smartass is gonna walk up to you with a smirk, he's quietly and you won't notice he's there until you're finished. He's got a chair and his book.

•once he sees you try to hide yourself from him, he will stand up and grab you by the chin and kiss you. He didn't mean to scare you love. He just wanted to make sure you were having fun...and he got to watch lol.

•He will ask for your consent to touch you. And once you give him the okay, he will do whatever you wish for him to do.

"Don't stop, keep going,no need to be afraid."

"Your lips is like a addictive forbidden fruit. May I kiss you more my love?"

"You feel amazing around me. ..y-yeah just move your hips like that.."

Could you do headcannons of theDMC5 Sparta boys(Nero too plz) having a piece of your clothing and smelling/senting it while they’re getting off? Like say it’s close too their heat and you’re not around

Love your work btw!

Thank you so much I'm glad you like my work! Usually when someone asks Sparda boys in a request I usually would include V as well but since he's Vergil's human half and all, not a hybrid, he wouldn't go through heats of course so he wouldn't be included in this request! Nero's part did get a little bit longer compared to the other two parts than I originally planned 😅 but I still hope you enjoy!

CW: I don't take A/B/O dynamics requests but since I've seen plenty other other fellow dmc writers on tumblr write that demons go through heats and the monster fucker part of me is at least on board with that much but not delving any further this is the closest to A/B/O that I'll write. So if this type of writing makes you uncomfortable please don't read the following! Otherwise I hope it came out okay.

(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW under the cut as always)

Vergil

It's a late afternoon one day when Vergil find himself alone in the office; with Dante out on a job with Nero and you went out shopping with Lady, Trish, Kyrie not that long after. It wasn't very often that Vergil got time for himself these days, after all the Red Grave Incident even after all this time still really affected the world with demon infestations meaning they're to be plenty of jobs to do and after Vergil's realization and guilt he felt as V - he's more than willing to help out and do what he can, even if it means hours and hours of work each day. So it's actually you who told him to take to day off and despite the long back and forth the two of you had he's taken it; today he can just sit down with a nice cup of tea and loose himself in the same pages of Blake's words just as he did as a child.

However something's slightly off that keeps preventing him from that relaxation.

No matter how many times he sits and loose himself in his book he has to readjust himself - switching back and forth between crossing his legs differently and rotating from sitting back against the back of his chair to hunching over, leaning ridiculously far on either armrest. Something still felt off.

Then suddenly he feels suddenly like the hottest circle of hell throughout the entire office - first he takes off his coat thinking that will be the simplest solution but to no avail, then he goes over to the old rocky AC that is littered full of Dante sized fist holes all over the sides of the damn thing but then he remember he's no good with human technology and the last time he touched something of the sort you screamed at him for days about having to buy a new washer, so he just goes with opening a few windows. Something still felt off.

Then it's as he goes to sit back in his chair to finally go back to his reading escape from whatever discomfort he's feeling that he really takes a good look at his surroundings; all the pizzas boxes, the dirty clothes, the tossed aside paperwork, the dust collections on every top shelf - the entire place was a pigsty no wonder why he can't truly make himself relax! No matter how much that Lowell girl helps clean up this drivel mess his buffoon of a brother will always make it right like it was before in no times flat. He should've expected as much, it was exactly the same when they were children. And like when they were children; it wouldn't be long before the mess bothered him so much that he found himself cleaning it up.

It doesn't take long before the front office, kitchen, and many other rooms of the shop are cleaned...or well at least more presentable than what they were; surfaces dusted and polished, trashed discarded, work papers sorted and went through, floors swept and mopped, loose cash and coins picked up and stashed the old piggy bank Dante was given a few christmas' ago from Patty on top of the cabinet, dishes (manually) washed and put away, and finally the laundry from the floor and the rest of the house into the hamper in the laundry room (for someone who understands technology to do) However, now Vergil faced a small problem: his inner turmoil of discomfort still has not left him. A swelling ache of heat scorched through his body, something that felt so familiar but something he...couldn't process him going through again, something as with each growing moment he sits on his brother old busted up couch he starts to slowly recognize more and more with each breath that becomes rocky, every shift of his body that shivers straight to his groin, to every drag through his hair to keep himself grounded. Heat. His season.

Given he spent over two decades in a state of mindless corruption under Mundus' hand in hell and all, to say that it's been an extremely long time since the last Vergil experienced a season is...an understatement. Hell, he didn't even know he still could go through one with how badly Nelo Angelo ruined his body; how it corrupted, twisted, and prevented him from taping into any of his real demonic power stronger than sparking summoned swords into existence (and even that took him some time fo relearn and took toll on his body) and turned him...into that thing. It wasn't until V's sacrifice that really fixed him up and made him whole again - maybe the reason why he found himself in the situation he currently finds himself in.

Now even pre-hell Vergil never really sought out to quell his seasonal needs, it was always some thing he could manage himself by either fighting hordes and hordes of strong demons for the heat's entirety or (and begrudgingly) treat by his own hand, those were the only two options and he refused to find a human partner one: because he felt himself above the sort and two: humans and too fragile and weak to deal with the sort, he can only imagine how much he could possibly hurt you if he even tried - oh that's right, that's another thing, him...somehow explaining this to you. Vergil utters a quiet curse to himself at the predicament. His father damn it all.

With a growl low in his chest and the voice of his inner demon starting to scream at him his eyes hit the floor and a piece of (color) fabric catches his attention. Picking it up he recognizes it instantly: it's one of your shirts, one he must've missed in his clean up. A big part of him wants to get up and put it with the rest of the clothes in the hamper, but even so he finds himself not being able too with how...good it smells. Now Vergil is more than familiar with your scent, for the longest time it's come to be as a comfort to him but right now...he's never smelled something so sweet? Has it...always been this sweet? No this is his demonic hormones driving him out of control, Vergil stop it - he has to mentally tell himself. But yet he can't help but bring the clothing to his face, truly basking in that warm sense of comfort and safety you bring to him.

It's not one of Vergil's...brightest moments, him locked up in his torn apart room with his mattress clawed to shreds with the sharp dark navy talons sprouted on his partial triggered hands desperately working himself while face first into your shirt, with all the growls and roars mixed in with whines and choked out moans that he would normally hide all out in the open.

Your scent smells so fucking good and with every pump of his triggered cock thrusting mindlessly into his own hand he imagines exactly what he would be doing to you if you were here right now. How much he wants mark up your delicate flesh with his teeth from head to toe, to show any other competition, just how good you had it - how you truly belonged to a Son of Sparda and exactly who they would be up against if they tried anything. He wants to fill you up so much his scent of his come in you would to reek to any other demon out there for miles and miles even days after it's gone. He wants to to fit the entirety of himself inside you and to watch you absolutely squirm around it only for him to pull the entirety of himself out and slam it back in to get you to scream. He wants to fuck into you so deep with his wings cocoons around you two and get right up against your ear and whisper every single bit of praise from the bottom of his heart to the second you both meet your end just so you can just realize how much he truly cares.

The closer and closer he gets the more he shoves his face in your shirt and looses himself with his amazing he feels. The pure bliss as keeps imagined himself with you, your scent, your loving and soon it turns everything becomes overwhelming that gets humanly tears streaked down his face. He climaxes with a loud growl as electric blue engery snaps through the air as he fully triggers, come dripping and soaking the sheets below in ridiculous amounts that Vergil has to physically hold himself up from passing out. When radiational thought returns to him he unpops DT and looks down at the state he's in and just how shaky and soaked his thighs are. He drags a hand through sweaty silver hair.

20+ years and he never remembered past...experiences feeling that...intense.

Vergil picks up your shirt from off the mattress, your shirt that was stained with sweat, come, and had multiple new probably noticable holes that weren't there before. He felt awful, how was he supposed to...explain this to you? His heat was most definitely not over, especially when his long it's been since he last truly went through it so how was he supposed to explain all of this?! Maybe he could just leave, give the excuse the phone rang with job and he had to - no. He promised you, he was on break today and he wouldn't take any jobs. He needs to be honest with you about it but...he doesn't know how. He wants you, his demon screams it's need for you to be here.

Asking for help is hard for Vergil, I think everyone understands that, so for him to argue with himself enough to get the old rotary phone in his hand to call and ask you to come...help him is definitely hard on the eldest son of Sparda. Guilt swarms through his gut with every shaky punch of the buttons of your number and even more so with every ring that shoots through his ear as he waits for you to pick up but it's at the sound of your voice when you do answer that makes him weak that makes his plea come out everso easily.

"I'm afraid I need your assistance at home."

Dante

Dante spending the entire day in bed wasn't an entirely new concept, just a thing he does time to time on days he 'takes off from work.' It's on one of these days that Dante wakes up clinging to every blanket, pillow, and stuff animal that might be on your bed and just...lays there unmoving.

Day number six of being away your job you took with Trish and still weren't back yet and with how his mood has been lately he was sick of it. Yes, he know he shouldn't feel this way you have your own career and you take your own jobs just like how he does but god damn he missed you so much that he can just sniff you off the scent of you all over the entire bed, that's the reason he gives himself for not wanting to leave and he shoves his face into your pillow. Then a voice a clarity speaks to him; he knew the exact reason why he's thinking this way - season was approaching him.

Now Dante isn't as young as use to be but he does go through heats once every few years instead of every year like he would if he was about twenty years younger. So he's more than use to these hormonal feelings bullshit, the heat scorching through his body as his inner demon demands him to get on something and go at it like something on hell's discovery channel.

You probably won't be back for awhile longer, few more days tops so he'll just have to treat this one himself like he's done time and time again long before you entered the picture. You've been with him through his heats before and while it might be the hottest sex you've ever had during his seasons, this is Dante after all, he can't help the feel any anxiousness he feels every time you take him in devil trigger - one wrong move is all it'll take and you'll be another voice added to the back of his head haunting him, this is why he's never sought out finding a partner to help him during these times and why it took so long for him to accept your help with it in the first place. He does appreciate it, he appreciates you so for absolutely everything you do for him and he would give you the entire world if you just ask but, a part of it is his...hesitance he's always had with his demonic side. Yes over the years he's come more to terms with it and understand it, hell even to a point where he's surpassed his father but-

Nah, whatever thoughts he was thinking he's not in the mood to think about it any further, just more in favor to reach a hand out to the teddy bear laid on your spot on your side of the bed, it's little beady eye staring back at him.

Dante won you that bear on one of your first dates through a carnival that came through town, you loved this thing so damn every single night since has it shared the bed with you two that the fact it long lost it's right eye became less creepy at some point. Now it just laid next to one of your old shirts staring soullessly back at him, smelling just like you. There's definitely not beating the real deal but there's most definitely a feeling of solace cuddling next to it. It's nice, like your here next to him.

Your scent smells so good that it he could almost taste you. It's just intoxicating that it sparks the heat through his body and sends aches to his groin that he can't help to thrust his hips to find any type of friction from the mattress below but nothing quelling it. A low growl leaves his lips as he he feel his teeth morphing in his mouth and his fingertips starting to sharpen. A loud purr ruptures through his throat as he nuzzle the scent of you; the strongest hit if it coming from the shirt that he can't help but to pick up and absorb your scent. He sighs out a curse, alright this is going to get ugly, Teddy doesn't need to see this.

His hands work mindlessly at himself and your shirt rests in his mouth, drunk in your scent, his sharp scaly palms are already soaked in his come and leaking to the sheets below after one shaky climax after another but none really itching his need. Hot long orange tongue hangs from mouth as he distortion of his trigger he begs; he wants you home he needs you here right now. He bites down on your shirt and shutters with the ecstacy that of your scent washes over him.

He can just imagine you, barely even able to take his fully triggered cock, straddling his hips carefully not to hurt yourself with all the sharp points that just out the sides of his thighs. Inch by inch you take more and more of it, even with the previous prep it's always too much at first that honestly worries him and makes him ask the question if you wanted to stop but every time you smile at him great big with that beautiful amazing smile and you gently touch his face, even with the face of a demon you look so unbelievable loving at him as you promise you can take him. Inch by inch he goes inside and no matter how much pain you're initially in it's a matter of time before it changes to pleasure and that's the exact moment he loves watching the spark change in your eye and you beg for him to start ploughing you. Sharp claws indented on the flesh of your thighs as he throws your legs up and onto his shoulders to go even deeper if that's even possible, your hands flying to tug and pull on his horns. It's all so good, all so good he could cry with how desperate he wants it.

When he comes he comes with a roar and a sudden rip that goes through the air. After panting down from his high and sizzling off his DT, he finds the source of the ripping shoving in two separate parts that they most definitely weren't in before. Oops. Despite the body shakes still in his system he sits back his knees and looks at the...remains (if you can call it that) of your shirt below him, scratching his head. This one isn't going be be very easy to explain is it? Fuck. Well at least it wasn't your favorite shirt? He doesn't think? Dammit Dante.

"...I guess Trish was right telling how much of a mess you must been in since she could smell it from outside."

Your voice startles the shit out of him, almost making him go back into trigger. You have a small tired smile on your face as you stand in the door way, looking at the mess your love is in before you. Before he can even flip the switch to turn the situation around, your scent stronger than any shirt can be, is it sweetest in person. The most comforting. The younger son of Sparda can feel himself turn into mush as you slowly approach closer, yanking your shirt over your head and kicking the bedroom door close behind you with your the heel of your foot.

The moment you stand in front of the bed, you eye your shredded shirt before you can't help but struggle to contain the giggles in your throat.

"That bad, huh?"

"More than you can believe, babe."

Nero

Nero of course hasn't had his devil trigger for long, now only for a short year and there seems to be new stuff he learns about it every day. Like for instance if you hold the charge in for a good few seconds, the pop of it will kill a a swarm of lower class demons at once, stuff like that - stuff he can learn on his own, nothing that any demon whether it be his father, uncle, Trish, or hell even Lucia taught him.

Now on one hand, he wishes they would give advice (though it's not exactly like he asking for it directly in the first place, of bit of that Sparda awkwardness and all) after all they've all had and been using their demon abilities longer than he has, even if all their powers varies in different abilities (but it's the thought that counts) and maybe he can at learn learn...something from. But then on the other hand, he's okay with them not giving him advice especially with the...awkward situation he finds himself in currently. He would rather die then have that embarrassing conversation with any of them about what the fuck is going on with him currently.

The built-in bathroom in the van is rather quiet small, especially for someone whose Nero's size (Sparda height gene and all) Normally it wouldn't really been an issue, he'd just do his business whenever necessary and leave - you know like a normal person. However, with his current predicament; half triggered and desperately jerking off as inhumanely fast in hopes that whatever the fuck was going on with him would just stop...but no matter how many times he makes himself come and he thinks he's spent - that swelling hear surges right back through his body and hardens his cock once more, he quickly found himself becoming claustrophobic shut up in the small room.

How long had he been in here? He wasn't sure. He had to stop at some point; you, Kyrie, Nico, and the kids were inside probably worried about him over dinner. He'd been feeling this weird feeling in his chest all day, it even got him thrown off his style game during the job you and him took today. He couldn't describe exactly what it was but the...heat, the feelings in his chest, the ache, the need, the smell it just...all seemed to intensify the very moment he to get anywhere near you and when you were his hunting partner so off course it's going to make work difficult for him and it didn't exactly take a genius to figure out whatever this was that was happening to him was some weird demon thing. How was he supposed to bring up something like that to you? He didn't, just made his space and tried not to think about it and that's why he stayed out here to work on the van in the first place to clear his thoughts and maybe this...demon thing would just settle being away from you awhile.

Spoiler warning; it didn't. Only made it worse to the point he got so dizzy he had to go inside of the vehicle and sit on the couch, heat tearing through and ripping through his body and leaving him to feel himself as his limb slowly start to uncontrollably trigger; talons ripping from his fingertips and long white hair sprouting out and cascading over his scaly shoulders. Oh and there was a thick barbed dick unsheathing and leaking out of him. That was new.

Things go by...shamefully fast. One minute he's on the couch in discovery of...well demon dick and the next he's shoved and locked himself in the bathroom going to town on himself. His grunts, his whimpers, everything seems to spill out from his lips in distorted need, no matter how hard he tries to keep them to himself every pump of his hand as he imagines himself pummeling into you as you grab nothing but fist fulls of his snowy locks and beg him to go harder and faster fill you up until there's nothing left of you that hasn't been seeped with his come.

Aquamarine arms from his shoulders and a mind of their own scoop down and grab something from the floor before what they grab gets shoved into his human hands. Nero pants down from his last high before he looks down - even before he's aware of what it is your scent absolutely just slaps him in the face. It was one of you shirts, soaked in dried demon blood from a previous job and meant to be thrown into the hamper for Kyrie's special washing cycle specifically for dirtied hunting clothes. The youngest Sparda looked down to it with a shaky sigh as your scent continued to tickle and seduce his demons instinct desires, the occasional red orb falling from the clothing and clinkering to the floor.

Shame heats his face as one spectral hand pump the fabric around his cock, his eyes slammed shut, one set of fingers cramming any noises from leaving his mouth, pretending that this wasn't just him that it was you instead singing all your praises to him in his ear, making him feel so safe and loved, that he was doing so good for you. That's all it takes to push him over his edge all over the bathroom floor.

He sits there for a good few lingering moments after as the shaking breath of his high begins to settle down. Then realization kicks in. Your shirt now resting on his soften yet half hard cock is completely ruined in his mess. Shame slaps back him right in the face. Fantastic fucking job Nero, he mentally scolds himself as he lifts up your shirt and accesses the state of the material. How exactly was he supposed to get this cleaned without any noticing the big ass fucking stain on it. Oh he wouldn't be able to look you, Kyrie or anyone else in the eyes ever again if they found out. Red scorches his face with guilt. He didn't even know what the hell was wrong with him, he couldn't untrigger no matter how hard he tried, he wanted to be honest with you but how the hell was he supposed to do that if he didn't understand his own body.

"Nero? You okay in there?"

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

"Kyrie saved you some dinner when you're ready. Nero?"

You knock a couple times on the bathroom door, on the other end Nero desperately scrambles to try and recompose himself.

"Out in a minute!"

Then it hits him that he's in partial DT still when his he hears himself. Shit.

Frantically he looks around the bathroom in search for a hiding place he can put your shirt so he can not deal with the embarrassment and shame right away - as he moves around thrashing against his spectral arms that cling onto the clothing and refuse to let him let the material go, knocking tons of things over off the nearby sink.

"Let go! Let go!" He huffs under his breath.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

He doesn't answer you, too sweeped up in the sudden death match he's having with his extra pair of blue demonic limbs.

"Nero?" You call out, unbeknownst to him your hand moving to slowly open the door revealing the scene occurring in the small bathroom in front of your eyes.

The best way to compare the look on Nero's face was to a deer caught up in headlights with how he his world slowed as your eyes bounced around to several places; your now messy with more than just blood shirt being fought over by two sets of hands that all four belong to the same body, to said body's almost full devil triggered state, to the quickly hardening cock in all of it's spiky barbed glory that dripped of both pre and come that seemed to trail to an even bigger mess on the tile floor. You took a moment to gulp down a breath.

"Look I can explain-" Even though he couldn't, even after all of this he still had no idea what the fuck was going on.

"No it's alright. It's uh...normal thing demons go through after all." Your cheeks flushed. Huh?

You look at Nero with a sigh.

"It's uh...a mating thing demons go through. Lady told me about it, she helps Trish when she goes through with hers."

Nero looks dumbfounded, though you couldn't tell at what piece of information given.

"It's called a heat-"

"Like what dogs go through?!" You hiss through your teeth.

"Yeah I guess if you want to compare it to that-"

"Son of a fuck."

Nero slumps down on the side of the tub and holds his temple muttering down a few curses. You go to sit next to him before he noticeably tenses - you hold up you hands and sit a good amount of space away from him.

He shakes his head before asking how long that this 'heat' will last, you give him an estimation give what Lady has told you about Trish's and tell him about a week or so - though this isn't a good enough answer for him.

"So I'm just supposed to shut my self up here for a week then? (Name), we live with five other people in the house three of those being kids - I can't-" You stop him by leaning over and pressing a sudden kiss to his lip, a kiss he melts against.

"You'll be fine, we'll take care of it, okay? Go and take a break somewhere. But for right now and now...if you want-"

You drift as you slowly make your way onto his lap, hands gripped tightly onto scaly shoulders.

"-we can make the most of it."

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♔ Devil May Cry ♔

todays agenda - the Devil May Cry men are horny, and this is the type of sex you’re in for. . .

featuring - Dante ⋆ Vergil ⋆ Nero ⋆ V ⋆

viewers discretion is advised - fucking ⋆ fingering ⋆ choking ⋆ hair pulling ⋆ being tied up ⋆ gagged ⋆ blindfolded ⋆ breeding ⋆ mentions of cum shots

reader insert - gender neutral

author notes - sorry Vergil’s is a little shorter than the rest, this was kind of rushed honestly and not really well proofread so I’m sorry if this is complete and utter trash 🥺 honestly idk what this is but here it is anyway

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♔ Dante ♔

sloppy and desperate

His hand pinned one of yours at the side of your head, his fingers intertwined with yours as he fucks into you, all while he leaves sloppy kisses along your neck. His breaths turn more into panting while he quietly groans in pleasure, his other hand gripping onto your thigh as he brings it up to hold it at his side just so he can get deeper inside of you. He tells you how good you feel, how he can never stop thinking of you, how desperate he is to be with you all the time. He presses his lips against yours quickly and desperately over and over, barely kissing you at first until he deepens the kiss and you start to notice him becoming more and more unsteady with his thrusts. You reach up with your other hand and wrap it in his hair, tugging on it with just enough force to make him lift his lips from yours, and that’s what sent him over the edge. His thrusts become shallow and unsteady and his voice is shaky as he groans, his forehead pressed against yours as he fills you with his cum. He keeps his cock buried inside of you for a short while, not wanting any of his cum to run out of you, and you gladly let him lay on top of you for that time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀♔ Vergil ♔

slow and sensual

He pushes into you slowly as he rests on his knees, the rest of his weight balancing on the one hand that was placed beside your head. He kept eye contact the entire time as he pushed all the way into you, before pulling all the way back out and repeating the same move a few times making you desperately move your hips for that extra contact. He listened to your little moans as he fucked you, moving his hips that little bit faster than before to give you that much craved satisfaction that you so desperately needed. He leaned down to rest on his elbows and kissed you deeply, so much so that he had to pull away just to catch his breath. He moved to rest his head beside yours while he thrusted into you harder, keeping inside you as deep as he could, and he let himself moan into your ear. Praises spilled from his lips and into your ear, his hand caressing your side as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer to your body.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀♔ Nero ♔

angry and quick

He pinned your hands behind your back, keeping you bent over the table with his other hand lightly wrapped around the back of your neck. He thrusted into you quickly and determined, making sure every inch of his fat cock was rammed deep into you. He didn’t pay much attention to your shaking legs as he continued thrusting, grunting like an animal in heat, although he did find it amusing watching your hands clench and unclench as they were desperately searching for something to grab onto. He moved his hand from the back of your neck and instead grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back so far you could barely breathe at first but he soon relaxed his grip. He didn’t slow down with how much he slammed into you, he just wanted to fuck you senseless and cum all over your beautiful arse. The more you moaned the harder he fucked you, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling you into him so his chest was pushed up against your back, his fingers finding their way into your mouth to push your tongue down. Your muffled cries made him cuss under his breath as he was getting closer to his climax, he reached around and tugged on your nipples while kneading your chest at the same time; he was pushing you to cum before him because all he wanted was to see you laid on the desk with his cum running down your arse and thighs along with your own.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ♔ V ♔

kinky and loud

He had your hands bound to the bed frame above your head and your feet tied to the footboard, your eyes covered with a makeshift blindfold, and a gag in your mouth. He had your legs spread wide for him, and he made sure you wouldn’t be able to move them to close them good enough to hide yourself from his gaze. Occasionally he’d whisper into your ear to tell you what he was going to do to you, how he was going to fuck you all night long, and how much you were going to enjoy screaming for him. You’d jump a little every time he touched you, not knowing exactly when he was going to do anything to you but that just made you all the more turned on. You whimpered behind your gag, silently begging for him to touch you, to fuck you, to just do anything to you, and in response you’d only get a quiet chuckle. You finally felt his hands travelling across your chest, his fingers tugging at your nipples before his fingers were replaced by his tongue swirling in circles across them, his fingers instead moving to between your legs to fuck you. You struggled against the binds, dying to touch him but you couldn’t, you just had to endure what he was doing. Eventually his fingers moved away from you and you waited patiently before you felt something a lot thicker replacing them, you took a deep breath as he slowly pushed into you, making your back arch from the bed. He moved subtly allowing you to adjust to his size before he picked up the pace as his hands dug into the skin of your hips, you moaned behind the gag and shuffled around just to try feel him more. He’d keep you there for the rest of the night, bound up and unable to touch him, but he’d be able to do everything to you; whatever he wanted.