TheDevil'sDen

Mae | 31 |NB+🏳️‍⚧️| He/They |Demi-Pan 💙Main F/O: Vergil🩵 ☆Multi fandom/Multi ship☆ MDNI ☆

[maelstromcat]

Welcome to the DevilMaeCat, I'm your miscellaneous devil host, Mae!

I'm a digital artist who draws OCs, fan art, and yumeship content!

Links to more info on myself, commissions and TOS, art, and more!

🩵 devilmaecat.carrd.co

Selfship/Yumeship/OCs info and ask me anything:

💙 devilmaecat.straw.page

[coryphaeus-of-god]

having multiple self inserts for the same fandom / universe

[robotsorcerer]

🐾🐈

[bruhs-selfshiphell]

Imagine cuddling with your romantic f/o before you two began dating and having weird romantic tension already. For some reason it feels SUPER. NICE. And you really want to confess your love to them already. But you just don't really know how to do so yet

[maelstromcat]

Hello there!

I'm taking multiple slots for commissions to cover bills.

I mainly draw OCs and OC x canon, or selfship art. I'm okay with doubles and LGBTQ+ pairings too!

DM me if interested more info below!

https://devilmaecat.carrd.co/

[thebraveandthebroiled]

Heyo it’s back to school time and here’s a research tip from your friendly neighborhood academic librarian.When searching for any topic on the internet just type in the word ‘libguide’ after your topic and tada like magic there will be several  beautifully curated lists of books, journals, articles, or other resources dealing with your subject. Librarians create these guides to help with folks’ informational needs, so please go find one and make a librarian happy today!!

[okayto]

this is the BEST advice, and there are so many options, both if you’re doing academic research, or just curious and looking for information!

It’s so interesting what you can find!

Dime novels, mystery & detective fiction, adulting (not academic, but still), D&D guide, citation libguides, comics, graphic novels, and manga, German language & literature, differentiating fake news, firefighting, body autonomy for kids and young adults, interfaith women advocates for social justice, cooking (nonacademic)/food culture and cuisine/food & cooking.

[thebraveandthebroiled]

Thank you for excellent additions and very much agre ewith you that cooking libguides are the best!! Have you seen all the ones from the Culinary Institute of America??

Oh! Building on your notes I figured I should mention to everyone that most academic institutions with a library are going to have a page with the research guides the librarians have made for their patrons. This will include basic topic guides on things like how to use the library or how to create citations. There will also be subject guides for areas of study like philosophy or biology. As well as specific course guides to assist classes that are being taught like FM 114: Introduction to the Fashion Industry or BME6938: Nanoparticle Nanomedicines.

If any of y’all have started university totally check out the ones your librarians have put up! There’s a ton up to help you along your research journey. And if you aren’t at university check them out too!! Some of the resources won’t be accessible but there’s loads of information you’ll still be able to use and get to.

[theblairwitchismymom]

Hello, fellow academic librarian specializing in instruction! Many libraries also include guides orientations on how to properly utilize non-subject specific databases. Watch those before diving into your first research project so you understand the tools and features available to you to make your life easier. Many universities subscribe to ProQuest or EBSCO and there are MANY tutorials that will teach you how to use them in less than 5 mins.

Believe me, you will save yourself A LOT of headache with both LibGuides and orientations. Good luck and happy hunting!

[goldenworldsabound]

Let's celebrate nonbinary self shippers!!! You are valid and wonderful and I love all of you (and I'm seeing a lot of very gendered positivity posts and we deserve positivity too). Shout out to nonbinary self shippers who

Are fem in appearance

Are masc in appearance

Are androgynous in appearance

Have an appearance that varies

Are gender fluid

Have a gender other people don't understand

Are sometimes mistaken for being cis

Are not publicly out

Use exactly one set of pronouns

Use multiple pronouns

Use neopronouns

Use pronouns they were assigned at birth

Our nonbinary community is so vibrant and every individual is unique! Your fave will always properly gender you, and understands that you are not cis. They love you the way you are!!!

You belong here.

[goldenworldsabound]

PRIDE MONTH LET'S BRING IT BACK BABY

[thequantumranger]

Devil May Cry 5 (2019) | Platform: PC

[thewretched1999]

── .✦ ten am.

a/n; funnily enough, i was a dante girl when i got into dmc, now all i seem to write for is vergil,,, cw; none! maybe one section is a little suggestive, but otherwise this is mainly fluff.

Vergil’s chest is your preferred pillow, sprawled across his lap or between his legs; your preferred place to rest. Said man lets his hand stay burrowed in the tresses cloaking your skull, while his other hand holds a book. You’re forced to read the back cover of a lengthy novella;

‘…secrets of man’s nature,’ 

‘…depths of evil’ ‘…luminous possibilities of love.’ 

…Vergil’s gracious enough to leave a few inches between it and your face. 

At the very least it has a pretty picture of a cottage to go along with it and not a portrait of the author's face. You can’t bear to stare at Blake’s face any longer, so, this is a nice change of pace. 

But you didn’t exactly intend to spend your morning staring at a paperback.

And your intended isn’t exactly showing any signs of changing courses anytime soon, when Vergil gets that furrowed brow, you know he’s enthralled. 

You sigh, a long drawn out thing that screams ‘pay attention to me’, the only complaint you have is when Vergil reads anything other than poetry, he gets lost in it. For the past hour there’s been no; 

‘This section, would you like to hear me recite it?’ 

‘Would you be willing to indulge me? I believe…’ 

‘Have you ever read anything like this? No? You’ve missed out then, if you would allow me to—’ 

And very rarely; 

‘…Do you believe we’re like the lovers in this passage?’ 

Instead all he’s been doing is ignoring your slighted glare. His only response, the rustle of a page turning and a slight shift to accommodate you further. You hate him. You adore him. Obsession is too light a word to describe what you feel for Vergil.

“Vergil.” 

Nothing. You still stare up at him, plastered on your face is an expression that might rival that of a fat pudgy cat expecting another treat from its owner. However, even the most subservient of owners must put their foot down eventually, Vergil is still deciding if today is that day. 

You’re confident it isn’t. You can wear his walls down. 

You try again. “Vergil.” 

Blank. But his lips twitched. That’s one stone tumbling off the ramparts. 

“Verge.” 

That gets him. It annoys him. But it gets him to react and that’s a win in your book.

You suck your lips in as if it doesn’t further enunciate your smile when you see one pale blue eye slide down to meet yours, what little he has of a brow dips down to furrow.

You’re beaming at him, and if he’s as smart of a man as he claims to be, then he knows what you’re thinking of doing.

“What.” He says it flatly and you wonder what it is you even see in him. Your lover is frigid.

You’re silent for a moment, cataloguing your beloved's face as if it’s the first time you’re seeing him and not the thousandths. 

Vergil’s eyes are deep-setted and gorgeous, his brows are thin and as previously stated, all but nonexistent unless the light shines on them just so, his lips are plush and kissable, pouty when he sleeps, thin and tucked away when his brother annoys him or his son says something particularly Dante-like. 

But, his pupils dilate just so when he stares down at you and you wonder if Vergil does the same thing you do when he looks down at you like this, if he adores your dopey smile as much as you adore his cold stare. 

Your hand comes up to cup his cheek, and you confirm your theory to be true when he presses it further against your palm. He’s cold to the touch, yet late at night you know him to be a pillar of warmth, when the sun's up and you're away from the privacy of your shared bedroom with it's blankets and pillows and lockable doors; you just have to coax it out of him. 

“I love you.” You murmur, low and honeyed. Vergil exhales as if you’ve annoyed him, but his own fingers betray him. They rub back and forth through your hair and against your scalp, his glare doesn’t soften, but the set of his jaw does.

“You’re peculiar.” Vergil isn’t one to talk.

“How?” You know what he’ll say, and you regret giving him the opening. 

“You are well aware of who I am, what I've done,” Vergil starts and you nearly roll your eyes.

Here he goes again, droning on about how you deserve better, someone normal. A man who could age with you and die with you. Someone who hasn’t tried to end humanity twice. Someone you can bring home to your parents. 

You’d love to mimic his droll flat tone and spout the words you’ve come to memorize, intone them just so ; ‘I cannot give you the softness you deserve, I can only give you myself as I am—’, but last time you did so, he all but mauled you in bed as pay back, sunk his teeth deep until his canines met, pinched muscle between them rather ruthlessly and left marks you swore you saw Dante laughing at and Nero cringing at-- 

Wait. 

Your mind snags on that particular memory, you claw for it to come back as it fades. Vergil’s lips closed around your shoulder, his teeth drawing blood, his grunts bordering into growls, his hips smacking against yours…

A repeat isn’t such a bad idea, actually. A refresher. 

It’s actually probably really needed just so you never think of doing it again, actually. 

But. 

Vergil pulls you from your thoughts before the idea could fully take root. He knows that distant scheming look, a nudge brings you back to the surface.

“…and yet you’re still here expectant.” 

You snort. Of course you’re still here. You know Vergil’s game by now. He’ll point out his flaws like an insecure teenager fishing for compliments, and when he gets said compliments (in this case, reassurance) he’ll go quiet and silently preen. 

He’s predictable here only because this is the only battleground where you have the upper hand. What Vergil lacks in experience when it comes to navigating romance, you have in spades. He probably thinks he's being subtle using this tactic, he's as loud as a siren.

You shrug. “I’m here because I love you.”

Vergil’s eyes narrow. Everything fell on deaf ears again, but those three little words get a ‘hmmph’ from him. Satisfactory. You hadn’t said it much all morning and he was beginning to worry. 

Love is, again, a light word to use. It didn’t matter if you didn’t hear his whole spiel, surely he’s found some new flaw to tack on, not that it would matter. 

Sparda himself couldn’t pry you away from his son. 

Truth be told, Vergil doesn’t understand what exactly it is you see in him, he’s waiting every single day for the other shoe to drop, after life like he’s had, nothing could be this easy without it being a set up. But that day has yet to come, and you’re keen to keep it like that. 

That settles that. Vergil’s content to set his book aside and pay you the attention you’re due. It closes with a loud thump and once it's on the end table, his arms wrap around your upper half gently. His chin rests atop your head, you smell nice. Like him, as you should, given he’d washed your hair with his soap earlier.

Vergil tucks your face further against him. If you keep peering up like that at him, he might fold and give in to whatever wicked whim you’re wishing for. (There isn’t much resistance to begin with, Devil May Cry is blessedly empty, the fact you left the shower at all and unscathed is a miracle.)

For now, however, you’re both more than happy to soak in each other’s presence, content to be within the others arms. The sun streams in from the window, melts away your worries on mornings like these, warms your back just enough to coax a very long sigh from you and everything falls into place. 

No stress, no noise, just you and Vergil. 

At least until Dante comes barreling in.

[alikunsblog]

A sketch with an embarrassingly angry Vergil haha

[milufc]

Where the blue runs deep

I have so much brainrot for Vergil and Dante right now. You can read this thinking of game or anime Vergil, the feeling is the same.

vergil x reader

The room was flooded with blue.

​With him.

​Dawn was still far from reaching the hidden place you called sanctuary. Night was beginning to surrender, but the sun had yet to appear, a place caught between both worlds. If it had to be described, it would be that uncertain hour where the darkness softens just a fraction, when the world breathes a little slower.

​When it feels as though time might take pity on you and grant you just a little more.

​Outside, it was raining. The sound was a murmur that bled through the walls with effort, like a distant conversation. You couldn't see it, but you imagined that the outside world was also blue: the cold hue of the early morning, of wet streets, of a cloudy sky blanketing the stars.

​The hue enveloping you, however, was anything but cold.

​Maybe this is what the ocean floor looks like, you thought, staring at the colored walls. But it couldn't possibly be this warm.

​Your eyes blinked slowly, begging to give in to sleep, but you kept your gaze stubbornly fixed on the blue. The word adhered to your thoughts until it lost its shape. Blue, blue, blue. You couldn't see anything else. When the world remains this silent, thoughts can become devastatingly loud. You didn't want to close your eyes; if you did, the color would disappear. It would slip away.

​You didn't want the gold of the dawn, but the deep indigo of the twilight.

​The world sank further as more thoughts washed ashore. Deeper and deeper. Bluer and bluer.

​Then, you were pulled back to the surface the moment a warm hand gently encircled your wrist beneath the sheets.

​You thought he was asleep.

​Your gaze drifted from the walls and settled on him.

​The scarce lighting softened Vergil’s features, turning him into something more ethereal than lethal. His eyes, whose true depth remained unknown to you, cleared from a raging storm into a peaceful sea. Blue, blue, blue. A clear gaze, softened by sleep, locking onto yours.

​While his expression was indecipherable most of the time, his eyes could be terrifyingly honest.

You wondered if he knew.

You never mentioned it.

​Nor did you speak a word as your hand was drawn out from under the covers. He held it between the two of you, at the level of his chest, of your eyes. Vergil’s hand was larger, calloused where yours was soft, with invisible scars upon his palm that could only be felt when skin pressed against skin.

There was nothing special about your hand, it was merely a human limb.

​Even so, Vergil’s touch was always cautious when it came to you. Not because he believed you were fragile and feared breaking you, though you knew he easily could. In reality, he touched you as if it were a surprise that he actually could, that you allowed it. Trying to see what he was looking at was in vain, but you knew his vision wasn't the same. What did he see that made him hesitate?

​It should have been you trembling, yet it was his fingers that wavered as they covered your skin.

​Sometimes, it seemed as though he were waiting for the moment you would reject him, as if scorn were inevitable.

​You didn't pull away. You didn't dare break the silence. Words could shatter the fragility of the moment. Instead, your eyes never left him. His fingers separated yours slowly, one by one. It was hypnotizing. Painfully intimate.

​You shifted your gaze from your joined hands to him. A few white strands of hair fell across his forehead, but he made no move to brush them aside. All his attention was anchored to the smaller palm pressing against his own. If he closed his hand, he would trap you completely.

As if he hadn't already.

​Whatever he was looking for, he found it. You held your breath when he suddenly guided your hand to his face. It wasn't what you expected. His warm breath brushed against your skin, heating it. One, two, three deep breaths. His lips hovered, finding the right spot, and then pressed softly, then with more firmness, into the meat of your palm, his nose brushing your skin. It was a gesture far more expressive than any spoken declaration. Vergil closed his eyes, breathing in your skin, sighing into your palm, but you didn't dare blink. You just held him through it.

​The ghost of his kiss remained as he pulled back slightly, just enough to follow the path he had silently chosen to trace. Vergil’s mouth ascended until it found the delicate skin protecting your wrist. Your heart responded by starting to race wildly, and Vergil caught the beats with his lips, feeling them, keeping them. He dismantled you completely.

​Blue, blue, blue.

​With Vergil, you had never known the edge of the blade. Nor the bite of ice. But tenderness was almost as terrifying as a stab wound. It was hard to discern which one could hurt more.

​He did nothing without a reason, and you wondered if there was a hidden message.

There was.

He wouldn't tell you, but the thought was there, the words heavy at the back of his throat, pressing to get out. For someone who never hesitated to speak, he couldn't utter a single phrase.

​If he were a better man, perhaps you would already know.

​This is yours. Perhaps you don't know it, perhaps you suspect it, but he knows.

​It is yours.

​There isn't a moment where he doesn't think it.

​If there was anything worth thanking the earth for—that devastated world he denies ever belonging to—it was you.

He could walk that earth simply knowing you are in it.

You felt his lips tremble against your pulse, pressing a little harder against that mortal fluttering. Distantly, you wondered if you had somehow managed to crack Vergil’s armor and slip inside.

You didn't know; how could you?

You are what he guards behind the armor.

[simple-dorito]

Vergil shows off his power and skills to you on hunts because it’s a mating ritual for demons, only the strongest get the favour of the mate. Send tweet.

[bunny-fair]

MerMay - Dorn x GN!Reader

Some implied past abuse, a brief near drowning. Again, shout out to @gh0st-nebulae for drawing these fuckers

A new lighthouse had been constructed upon the rocky outcropping.

Of course Dorn had noticed it, he’d also been the one to approve its construction. His pelt hung heavy and warm around his broad shoulders, his appearance unassuming as he waited for the first keeper to arrive. He’d busied himself with clearing the path of seaweed and rubbish that’d washed onto it, the seas churning in the long nights.

The old truck rumbled up the road, grinding rocks under its tires. A passenger sat in the second seat, bouncing gently from the rough road. Their mouth moved as they spoke to the driver, a familiar face to Dorn. Alexis was a good companion and judge of character, he certainly didn’t mind carting around the new folks and making deliveries they needed.

The truck ground to a stop and the creaky doors swung open, the hinges old and resistant. He could see Alexis leaning over to help through the hazy glass, a laugh shaking his shoulders. It was almost a shame he seemed unable to settle down. He’d be a good father.

They stepped out, shouldering a fat backpack. Alexis reached out to take their heavy suitcases from the bed of the truck, shaking his head with a smile when they tried to take one from him. Dorn could hear the laugh when he simply tightened his grip, refusing them to take even the small ones held by his hooked fingers.

He adjusted the warm pelt around his shoulders as a cold wind stabbed his cheeks. He cleared his throat as they approached, looking down at them. “Welcome to Inwit.”

They smiled up at him. “Thank you. Are you the owner?”

He shook his head. “I helped design and build the lighthouse you’ll be living in. Come, I’ll show you around.”

They nodded, following him. They looked nothing like the usual type of keeper, still bright eyed and youthful. Hopefully, they could manage the solitude. They’d signed up for the job, they ought to be able to handle it. It’d be foolish to not expect long hours in the dark, at least.

He showed them the run of their new abode, introducing them to the care and keeping duties they’d have. It was admittedly comfortable and roomy, more than enough space for one person. He may have indulged in the carving of some of the decor too much, but they traced their fingers along them with a curious smile as he led them up and down the stairs.

“Seals are abundant here, as well. The townsfolk have long learned to give them space and privacy,” he stated, resting his hands on the railing.

They showed some hesitation, being at the top like this, but hadn’t bowed back yet. They lingered close to the wall, but looked out, squinting as though to look for the plump animals. “Privacy? Are they shy?”

The corners of his lips twitched as their small joke. “You could say so. They tend to keep their distance from strangers, but they’re friendly.”

They smiled, nodding. “I understand. Well, I don’t plan on going fishing often, so I shouldn’t see much of them.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Not keen on fishing?”

They held up their hands, bowing their head in defeat. “I’m a terrible swimmer, actually. But, keeping a lighthouse shouldn’t require a whole lot of that, should it?”

He shook his head, chuckling softly. “No, it shouldn’t. If ever you need something in the late night, there is a lantern here.” He reached out, motioning to the gently swaying lantern, the glass tinted. “Light it and I or Alexis are likely to come to your aid. If there’s an emergency or a mere need for supplies, we can bring them to you.”

They looked at the swaying lantern and the firm hook used to pull it back. “Are you sure you’ll see it?”

He nodded, firm. “Of course. It may seem… old-fashioned, but it is quite reliable.”

They just nodded, accepting it. “I see. Well, I think I understand the run of the place well enough. Thank you for this.”

He recognized the deep reflection of gratitude. Something had driven them to coming here and while he wasn’t one to pry, he was curious all the same. “It is quite safe here,” he thought to add. “Isolated, quiet, peaceful.”

They smiled, this time tense and unsure. “Thank you.” Their voice was soft, almost unheard in the whipping winds.

Dorn was content to not see them again for some time, allowing them to settle into their new home. They slept erratically and he saw the inside lights turn on and off at odd hours, even from his position out at sea. He’d see them step outside with a steaming mug and stare out, his sharp vision tracking them with ease.

Something had scared them into coming out here, though he was unsure what. It wasn’t his place to ask, though the curiosity nibbled at him. People like them didn’t often choose to work in such a cold, isolated place.

He stretched out his limbs, fat tail laying across the warm rock, warmed by the breaks in the heavy clouds. A storm was brewing, a deep one that had the local fish stirring and the younger selkies fleeing after them for safety. He and he alone would stay, no matter the weather.

He watched the lighthouse, settling with his chin on his crossed arms. They were asleep, he knew from the lack of movement. If they were awake, they’d be making warm tea, perhaps writing or reading, running through their routine of checking on the tower. They were smart and consistent in their routines, making them quite easy to keep track of.

A small smile passed his face when they finally awoke, lights turning on and curtains opening. His sharp ears could almost hear the static spurt of the radio turning on, the weather report warning them. He saw them pass by a window, steam rising as they prepared their warm water.

They rarely entered town and he would be lacking to not notice they tended to buy in bulk. They weren’t shy, but wary, rather. Always looking over their shoulder, even when Alexis joined them, and there was nearly no safer place to be. Something had driven them to the cold of Inwit.

The answer came when the storm did, the light upon the tower spinning slowly and steadily despite the ravaging storm. He could see them moving around inside, stopping to peer out the battered windows. The rain was as relentless as the surging foam of the sea, preventing them from seeing much of anything.

He was unbothered by the raging storm, hunkered in place as the sea raging around him. Were they scared? He couldn’t quite see from this distance, but they passed by the windows more often than usual, betraying a level of their anxiety to even him. He knew his words alone weren’t enough to comfort them.

There was a newcomer in town, the last boat in until the storm passed. A big man, large and threatening. Dorn recognized the hardness in his knuckles, the hate in his eyes. He asked for them by name and none would give it, not even kind Alexis was so blind to see it.

Rocks ground under his boots as he stalked up the path to the lighthouse and Dorn was tempted to interfere. He was no stormcaller, but he outsized him twice over in his full form. It would be easy to sink his claws into his skin and keep them safe by force and brutality alone.

He wasn’t a brutal man and it stayed his hand, forcing him to sit and wait as the man banged on the door. He’d never seen the keeper raise a hand of violence nor bring a weapon to protect themselves with. They’d relied on isolation alone to protect them.

A wave crashed against the peninsula the lighthouse sat upon and the man disappeared from sight as he approached the door. Dorn let the next wave take his body, disappearing under the darkness and the foam. He needed to be closer, now.

The lighthouse keeper struggled as the man dragged them out, hitting and dragging their heels. “Let me go! Now!”

Their ex continued to drag them, forcing them out of the safety and warmth of their tower. “You’re coming back with me! It won’t happen again! I promise!”

They’d heard it before a million times. It wouldn’t happen again, he said. He wouldn’t hit them again. Every time, he’d broken that promise. It always started with the counter, the wall, the door, but it always went back to them.

The unforgivingly cold spray of the ocean landed on their cheeks, raging on both sides. Every step was a fight and they refused to give him anything more than a willing inch. They hit and clawed at his hand with blunt nails, yelling over the howling winds.

All it took was one strong wave, a powerful crash to send them both tumbling. The rocks were just as cruel, biting into the skin of their palms and knees as they rolled. They scrambled for a suitable grasp and even their ex shouted in fear as waves continued to slam against them.

Another impossibly rough wave grabbed them both and dragged them under. They flailed, squeezing their eyes shut and holding their breath as much as they could. Their legs kicked as they tried to find purchase against something, anything, arms flailing in barely a recreation of swimming.

It wouldn’t have mattered if they knew how to swim or not in this case, flailing their limbs as they were tumbled with the rough drag and shoving of the waves. Their leg caught a rough rock, cutting deep, and their mouth opened in a regrettable cry of pain.

Their back hit another rock and any remaining air in their lungs was forced out of their body, bubbles rising from their open mouth. They tried to find their way up, choking as the only thing they managed was sucking in more water. It filled their lungs and they felt a cold darkness clawing at their body, edging into their vision.

It was strange, how the deeper they were dragged, the calmer the waters were. Their body swayed, arms reached upward, the light spinning gently, unaware of how its keeper was drowning. It shone over them, a silent witness.

A large form of white cut through the darkness, illuminaed by the light. Strong, warm arms wrapped around their body and they were lifted. Their head bowed back, body limp, as unaware as their light of their rescuer.

When they awoke, the storm had calmed and warmth surrounded them. Their fingers curled, brushing through soft fur and they rolled onto their side, coughing. They distantly recognized the bucket on the floor and spit out the remaining unwanted water, hacking and wheezing through every mouthful.

A warm hand found their back and they breathed heavily, resting their head on the cushion. “Am I…”

Dorn rumbled a low chuckle. “Alive, yes. The eye of the storm is over us now, the storm will continue.”

They nodded, looking up at him with a furrowed brow. “I saw… something.”

The corners of his lips turned up as he adjusted his pelt over their shoulder. “The seals are quite protective of those who need it most.”

[squales4life]

current mindset:

VERGIL TOP ME

vergil top me

VERGIL PLS TOP ME

[t0by-z]

Dmc boys having sex with your period.

Dante

He’s the one who recommended it, actually, begged you for it, because he knows that there’s worse that that could and has been on him.

He will still eat you out, blood no blood. He doesn’t care, he’ll still sit there for hours until you’re a whiny mess.

He’s rough, he loves you and how you feel wrapped around him and just everything, so he’ll be rough and fast unless you tell him to be gentle and slow.

I’ve mentioned before that Dante has a breeding kink. So him knowing that having sex while on your period heightens your chances of getting pregnant. He’s going all the way, so be prepared.

He’s ok with clean up, he’ll wipe you up, give you a snack and a drink, then cuddle you and whisper how good you did until you fall asleep.

Vergil

Just like Dante, he doesn’t care about blood since there’s probably worse substances he could and has been covered in. He probably would subtly hint to what he wants but won’t fully say anything until you do.

He would prioritize your pleasure and comfort first.

He’s ALWAYS gonna prepare you, weather it is with his fingers or mouth and even once he’s inside you he’ll still be slow and gentle until you ask for more or keep the same pace if you don’t ask.

As much as he wants to cum deep inside you and breed you he’ll always ask. If you say yes, he’s cumming deep inside you, if you say no, he’ll make sure to pull out and cum on your stomach.

He’ll always clean you up afterwards, give you a nice bath, make you a nice meal and cuddle you until you fall asleep.

Nero

Out of the three of them, Nero would be the most nervous. Mostly because even though he’s been covered in a lot worse, he’d be terrified of hurting you.

He’s gonna prep you for him until you’re like, dripping because of how wet (and bloody) because he believes the wetter you are the the less chance he has of hurting you.

Once he finally gets inside you, he’s going slow, even if you ask him to speed up he probably won’t, and even if he does it won’t be as usable.

I don’t think Nero has much of a breeding kink, like the thought of being a father is exciting but I don’t think he’s quite ready, so he’d definitely pull out (but if you beg him enough he’ll come inside you.)

He’s REALLY good with aftercare. Like, he’ll prepare your favorite snack, run you a nice warm bath and pick out the most comfortable pajamas. Then he’ll cuddle you, rubbing your back, shoulders, etc until you fall asleep.

[dio-niisio]

I like to put him on situations

Full on Bluesky!

[artistapreguissosa]

🧱⚫⬛🟡If you don't know who this guy is, he MAY look slightly too wide, but You KNOW who he is, you'll agreed he I didn't make him NEARLY as THICC as he should be—

"The Only Thing he can't do is fit on narrow corridors"

Maximmion Voss, or Omni if you happen to be his drill partner, is One of The most Funny and Cool looking Astartes ever. This massive chonk of Imperial Fist BRICK WALL is NORMAL HUMANS SIZED, he is short and Verticaly Challenged™ but (as some people do) he compensates that by being THE MOST FUCKING MUSCULAR AND PHYSICALY STRONG SON OF DORN ever.

You can read him on the short stories Headhunted, Exhumed and on Deathwatch, he is SO MUCH FUN and Siefer IS a baby.

I gave him Classic Xenos Hunting Armour with a VERY wide chest and BIG AAA shoulder, and since he IS SMOL and has to change his Armour like A LOT I decided to give It slits for fast adjusting, so that he won't have much trouble.

I reeeealy need to Just draw more Cool random Astartes who get few fanarts eh?

These are 2625x3000 100% digital drawings made on Ibis Paint X!