#devil may cry

For Moriah Nutt.

It’s been close to a year since the demonic invasion of Red Grave and the city is slowly beginning to fill up with residents again. For what you have planned, you’re ever so glad that the streets are still empty, still quiet but for the buzz of neon lights and the murmur of voices from a few nearby takeaway places. 

Vergil prowls along next to you, his brow furrowed and his lips in a straight line. Not quite that uncharacteristic, although the only thing unusual is that he never makes that face around you. Well, except when you’ve been teasing him for days on end and the only time he can do anything about it, you’re out in public. 

“You’re revelling in my suffering, aren’t you.” It’s less a question and more a statement, one gritted out through clenched teeth as your hand moves within your pocket. 

A sly little look out of the corner of your eye reveals how smug you are. “Of course, Vergil, but you should’ve known that a long time ago.” Certainly, you always enjoy flustering the normally unflappable half-demon warrior, particularly since he always looks so stern and stoic. The little flush on his cheeks and the tremble of his sword hand betray his arousal, little things that would mean nothing on another person are huge tells for Vergil.

He hisses at you and quickens his pace, snarling that he’s sick of waiting and you had better hurry home before he throws you over his shoulder. 

The threat makes you laugh, knowing that it’s all hot air. As though he would dare to do that. “Slow down, Vergil, Nero said he wanted some alone time in the office.”

Gritting his teeth, which now that you notice are starting to look more like fangs, Vergil growls at you, “Forget Nero. I want some alone time in the office.” 

“Oh, honey, the office? Really?” You simper at him, your hand landing on his chest to stop him. “I’ve got a better idea than the office.” Then you give him a great big shove backwards into the dark alleyway behind him.

“Oh, madame, an alley? How classy,” he sneers back, mocking your words with a tilt of his head. 

Ah, you really missed that snark of his. “Classy enough for you, slave.” 

Vergil hisses, about to argue back when your hand twitches and his words die in his throat. The vibrating plug is lodged right up against his P-spot, shifting this way and that as he walked but now it’s bang on the most sensitive spot in his whole body. His hand wraps around your wrist gently, his grip tightening as he begins to shake. “Don’t-”

“Don’t what, Vergil?” You whisper and back him up against a relatively clean wall. “Don’t make you hard?” Your hand drops the controller in your pocket and slips down to his belt instead. “Don’t make you hot and horny?” The clinking of his belt is loud in your ears, followed by the zip slowly being undone. “Don’t what, Vergil?”

“Don’t take it out,” he whispers hoarsely, his other hand clamping down on your hip as he appears to melt against the wall. “Not in public. I’ll-” Gut you? Run away? Beg you to keep going until he cums?

“You’ll what, Vergil,” you purr, leaning in close enough to smell the aftershave on his jaw. Close enough that his cock, still trapped in his pants, presses hard against your belly. “Cum in my hands?” You press a kiss against his twitching cheek. “Hm?”

Vergil gulps, turning instinctively to into your kiss. “N-no.” He gasps into your lips as you slip your hand into his boxers, his cock already bouncing and twitching uncontrollably to the time of the vibrations in his ass. “No.” His voice becomes firmer as he fights through a thick haze of lust to growl at you. “No, I’ll drag you back home and fuck you senseless if you don’t-!” 

You cut him off by nipping him sharply on the neck and groping hard at his cock at the same time. Vergil shivers and moans tremulously, arching into your touch and purring deep in his chest like a cat. The plug in his ass urges him to move his hips, to hump into your expert hand as it coaxes drop after drop of precum out of his desperate cock.

“Mmm, what a threat, Vergil. What a threat,” you purr into his marked neck, finding a patch of flawless, pale skin to mar with your teeth. “Drag me home and fuck me senseless, huh?” Your hand on his cock still works at his thickness but now at a maddeningly slow pace, now going even slower than the vibrations driving him crazy. “How are you going to do that when you’re like this?”

His handsome features contorts into a pained grimace as he bucks into your hand. “Don’t-agh! Don’t test me.”

You laugh into his neck and pull away, much to his consternation. “I think I already am, honey. You’re pretty close, aren’t you?”

Vergil tries to deny it, tries to deny the tightness of his balls, the constant leaking of his cock, the deep flush on his normally ivory skin. But you know him too well, know him enough to tell that he’s been teetering on the edge even without your, ahem, assistance. “No.”

“Liar,” you whisper, crouching down sinuously. With a quick yank, his trousers and boxers are around his thighs and you’re suckling decadently on his delicious cock. The taste of his cum is thin, musky, and yet heavy on your tongue as you bob your head up and down his thick length. 

Vergil is gasping for breath, his hands locked around your wrists to anchor himself. His legs spread wide open, or as much as his trousers can allow, in an attempt to lower himself so that you don’t have to strain to reach him. As a reward for such consideration, you up the vibrations on the plug, enough that Vergil’s thighs begin to clench up, his shoulders to round down, and his eyes to go cloudy and unseeing with intense lust and pleasure.

“Enough. Enough-I’m going to-!”

You let go with a pop. “Not yet.”

“Fuck!” He snarls, hands letting go of your wrists to slam into the wall behind him. The cracks that form go unnoticed, though they only widen when he slams his fist another time to stop himself from cumming. “Fuck.”

“Mmm, there you go, honey,” you purr as you lick up his twitching, throbbing cock. “Not until I say so.”

“If it were only so easy,” Vergil mutters to himself, though he has to save his breath for his next round of edging. Over and over and over you deny him, bringing him to the very edge and then tell him he’s not allowed to cum yet.

If the streets were any more populated, he knows you wouldn’t dare to do such a thing. But since the only thing he can hear is a cat yowling in the distance and nothing else, he happily lets you edge him for the last time. Or was it frustratedly? He can’t really tell at this point, all he knows is that he’s going to cum again and if you tell him he can’t, he’s going to bring the building down around you.

“Mmm, what a good boy, Vergil,” you coo up at him, suckling on his weeping tip. “What a good boy. Do you want a reward, Vergil?”

Cracking a pale eye open, he takes a deep gulp and nods. He doesn’t trust himself not to whine like a bitch at this point.

“Heh, alright then. Cum for me, my warrior. Cum.”

With permission given, you slip your hand between his thighs to thrust the plug in and out of him in tandem with your mouth. Licking, sucking, fucking, cranking his pleasure all the way up to eleven and beyond. The slick sounds of your saliva and the plug moving in and out, the feel of your tongue and lips working his cock, and the bliss of the vibrating plug fucking his ass all prove to be his undoing, making him cum a mere half a minute after you give him permission.

“I’m cumming!” Vergil gasps and hunches over, hands landing on your shoulder and your forearm, cum splattering into your mouth in thick, healthy spurts. “Ah, gods.”

When the last spurt is a pathetic little dribble, you stand up and give Vergil a harsh, cum filled kiss. Snowballing the cum within your mouths until you push it all towards him with a whispered command to swallow it all. Still dazed from his orgasm, he obeys, swallowing it without a peep and showing his tongue to you upon request.

“What a good boy, Vergil,” you coo up at him, kissing him over and over and over until he begins to react and kiss you back just as fiercely, the taste of cum still on his tongue and yours. “Mmm wasn’t that quite fun?”

He huffs, but doesn’t disagree. “Fun is a word.” But he doesn’t deny that he was crazy turned on. Well, still turned on, since the plug in his ass is still going strong and you’re holding his sodden cock in one hand. “Now can you put my cock back in my pants so we can go home?”

“Awww, so eager to cut our romp through the city short?”

“No, but I do want to fuck you senseless.”

You didn’t even need to think for more than a second. “You’ve got the better idea.”

“As always.”

Smart ass.

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“Master?" 

V’s velvety voice startles you from your daydreaming. 

"V!” You whirl around from tapping on your laptop, a bright smile spreading over your lips from seeing him standing there, bare-ass naked with his hands adorably cupping his crotch and a slight blush on his defined cheekbones. “How’d your shower go, baby?”

The dark-haired poet bites his lip and draws close, squaring up before you. “It went well, Master,” he whispers, hands still twitching over his crotch and barely concealing his rock hard cock. “I…I cleaned myself for you, Master.”

“Did you?” Oh, he’s so adorable when he smiles that tremulous smile. “Get into the inspect pose, darling." 

Without a word, V straightens up to his full height. Stiffens his back. Raises his hands up and linking them behind his head to keep them out of the way. Struggles not to cover himself as you admire his beautiful cock, as you turn it this way and that and pull down his foreskin to check that he’s cleaned himself well. But it is when you lift his balls and cup them playfully that a little whimper slips from his lips. 

"Oh, sensitive, are we?” You giggle and push down on his cock, letting it bounce up and jiggle this way and that. “Cute. Bet the month in this little beauty didn’t help.” And by ‘this beauty’, you mean his metal cock cage. Lifting it by your face, you dangle it from your finger and grin. “Get ready to get back in~!”

“Please-" 

Ah. 

"What’s the matter, baby?” You simper up at him.

V’s lip is nearly bleeding from how hard he’s biting it. “Master, I…” His voice cracks and he forces himself to swallow past the lump in his throat. “Master, I believe you mentioned allowing me a cheat day yesterday.”

Oh yes, you did say that, didn’t you? Letting his cock go, you point to your feet, thoughts swirling in your head as you watch him get down to his knees. “How long have you been in chastity, V?”

He places his palms on his thighs gently, knees spread, and tips his head up to look at you in the eyes. “Thirty-two days, Master.” With those devastating puppy dog eyes out in full force, he flutters his lashes and wets his lips, aiming to look the most attractive that he can, the most seductive that he can, in the hopes that you decide an entire month and some change is long enough to hold his orgasm from him. Heck, he’s just about crawling up the walls with his need. 

“Thirty-two days,” you hum and tap your lip. “Bet you’re getting a bit desperate now, aren’t you?" 

Oh, you have no idea. He’s starting to snap at Nero and Dante, starting to paw at you a lot more than is appropriate. Starting to rub up on you and cuddle you even closer in bed in the hopes that you’ll allow him to rut against your backside. Desperate doesn’t cut how he feels right now. "Yes, Master. It’s getting quite…hard.” The last bit is murmured quietly under his breath, his voice trailing off as he notices the intense lust and hunger in your eyes. “Master, is it not hard for you as well?”

His quiet throwback makes you laugh loudly. “Hard? Oh, honey, that’s the understatement of the century!” Getting up, you circle around him slowly, touching his shoulders, the hickeys you left behind on his neck and collarbone, the bruises from his daily spankings, and the livid scratch marks on his back. “You have no idea how many times I’ve just wanted to throw you on the bed and ride you till you’re fucked stupid,” you whisper into his ear, snaking your arms around his neck until you’re cupping his pecs and playing with his perky nipples. “How many times I’ve wanted to hop on your cock after I’ve fucked your ass so good you’re shaking." 

A powerful shiver goes through V’s body and he moans, his cock jumping and flexing with each word that you whisper into his ear. "I-” he pants, “I want that too, Master.”

“Is that so?” Suddenly, you wrench his head back with a hand twisted into his dark locks, yanking and pulling until he’s flailing for balance. “Is that what you want?”

Despite the tight grip on his hair, despite the pulling of his scalp, he nods feverishly, lashes fluttering and eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Yes,” he gasps. “I want you to fuck me senseless, Master. To take me. Claim me. Destroy me and rebuild me until I can’t fucking take it any longer-ah!” The yelp that escapes him follows your teeth latching onto his shoulder. “Maste-!”

“Shut up,” you growl, moving out of the way and pulling and pushing him until he’s sprawled out on his back beneath you. “I need you to put your mouth to better use than spouting poetry right now.” Your words are hastily spoken and roughly said, breathed out between urgent movements as you rip your pants and underwear off. As you bat away his hands and straddle his face, you use both hands to grab at his hair, his face, his head to pull him exactly where you need him. 

And V, bless him, dives right into you without any further coaxing, his hands obediently lying by his sides instead of cupping your thighs and your hips like he so clearly want. 

But now, now you don’t care about his obedience. “Hands on my hips, V.”

Immediately, his hands fly up and cup your ass and your hip, his long elegant fingers digging into your skin as he supports you, pulls you down closer to where his lips and tongue are working overtime to slurp up your dripping slick. And you are, dripping that is, because nothing is hotter than seeing V beg on his knees for you to use and abuse him as you wish. For you to take and take and take until he has nothing left to give. He moans at your taste, at the way you fist your hands in his hair to anchor him so you can rut against his face. Against his proud nose and those puffy lips so roughly that you can feel his head moving with the force of your hips. And yet he’s moaning uncontrollably, gasping and whimpering and moaning your name and your title between slurps and sucks. 

He’s a voracious pussy eater, your V. Tireless, hungry, eager to please, but most of all responsive even though he’s nearly smothered under your weight as you ride his face. “Make me cum, baby. Make me cum and I’ll fucking ride the shit out of your dick.” His fervent nodding only feels that much better against your oversensitive flesh. Withholding from touching yourself without him around means it’ll take much less to make you cum. Much, much less. In fact, you’re already feeling that warmth deep in your belly, that itching need to cum. “Suck my clit, use your tongue, baby, come on!" 

Good, obedient V loses his breath at your firm command, his chest heaving and his hands twitching on your hips as he hurries to obey. His mouth and his tongue work overtime, swirling around your clit. Suckling on your lips. Sticking his tongue as far into you as he possibly can, ignoring his aching jaw to lick up every little drop of pussy juice. Smothering himself and shortening his breath from stuffing his nose into your mound to reach as far into you as possible. And then! And then, V does the one thing that he knows you absolutely love. 

Taking a hand off your hip, taking those beautiful, long pianist’s fingers, he slips two fingers into your soaking wet pussy and curls them just right. Pairing powerful strokes of his hand with long sucks of his mouth, he coaxes you over the edge with such familiarity and such confidence that it takes your breath away. Literally.

"V!” You gasp, hands fisting in his hair and pulling as your thighs snap tight around his head. Your orgasm takes you by storm, making you shake like a tree in a hurricane until you’re doubling over him, your muscles jumping and spasming and making you twitch uncontrollably until it plateaus into complete, white-out inducing bliss. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you through the clamping of your walls, stretching out your orgasm until you’re slumping down ever so slowly, your body slowly going limp from the incredible pleasure. “Oh V, fuck, so fucking good, baby~”

Underneath you, V slows down his fingers and his sucking, his free hand coming up to brace your bicep as you slowly ease yourself off his face. His mussed, messy, soaked face.  

As you sit gingerly on your bum, you reach out to stroke his hair out of his eyes. “How you feeling, baby?" 

Stirring from his daze, V licks his lips and turns his head towards you, his eyes bleary but slowly clearing up as he watches you watch him. He swallows quietly and kisses your palm gently, blinking. "I’m doing good, Master. What about you?” His hand comes up, pressing your hand closer to his lips. 

Sweet boy. Smiling, you lean down and press a kiss to his lips. “I’m doing so good, baby,” you murmur into his damp skin, parting far enough to wipe away a bit of pussy juice off his nose and then smear it over his lips. “You horny, V, baby?”

Your pretty little raven-head bites his lip hard and nods quickly, so quickly that his hair flops all over the place from how hard he’s shaking his head. 

“You wanna cum?”

More nodding.

“You want me to ride you and fuck you and let you cum inside me?”

V’s breathing comes hot and heavy, those dark eyes becoming darker still, and his face goes as bright a red as humanly possible. “Yes,” he whimpers. “Please. Please ride me.” He holds onto your wrists and squirms his body, spreading his legs and arching his hips upwards to display his rock hard, red hot, throbbing cock. “Please?”

An evil grin spreads across your face and you nip his plush lower lip. “How badly do you want it?”

“I desire it,” he whispers, staring straight into your eyes. “Crave it. I crave your dominance, Master. But please, I…I can’t take it any longer.”

Your hand snakes around his throat and presses gently, firmly, tilting his head up so that you break that precious eye contact. “Beg me more.”

“You’re so cruel. So, so cruel.” V’s voice is broken, weak, yet full of desire and submission. “I hate that you dangle my orgasm out of my reach, and yet tease me with its shadow. The thing that I covet, that I desire almost above anything else. But I love your dominance, your power. Master, your control over me is absolute. All I am, all of it is yours. I am but a slave to your will.” Then he leans into your grip. “Master, please. Mercy.”

Ah, that submission. The giving of power to you. The decision over his orgasm. That even with his cage off, with his cock free, he chooses to give you that privilege of controlling his pleasure. That makes you almost drunk with ecstasy. And what do you do with that power?

“Poor baby, so desperate, so needy,” you whisper into his ear. Then you take his earlobe between your teeth and suck on it. Hard. “But you still can’t cum today.”

His eyes fly open. “Master-”

“Didn’t you say you’ll obey me?” Your voice turns dark, dangerous in the silkiest way. 

His eyes flutter closed, his throat bobs. “I…I did, Master.” He leans up, pressing his throat harder against your palm. “I’m yours, Master. I am yours to use as you desire.”

“You are, V,” you murmur and kiss him gently, taking the cock cage from where it fell on the floor. “Now put your hands behind your head and spread your thighs. You’re going back inside." 

V visibly bites back a sob but he obeys without a second thought, bringing his knees up and pressing them open to the sides. Baring all of himself for you.

An absolute multitude of random things from whiteboards ❤️❤️

Half way done with Dante.

Trying to learn their faces.

These two are my insta-ship