#astral-space-dragon

[twinkstimulator]

Holy fuuuuuuuck! I've been looking back and forth on that prompt list. So many possbilities. 😳 😳 😳 😳 Hmmmmm........ How 'bout.... prompt 50 with Vergil/reader?

#50: “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.”

hello!! 

i tried something new with this one so that it could sound different from the #50 prompt fill i did with credo, i also switched up the prompt dialogue a little. i hope you don’t mind? 🤔

hope ya like! 🤗

“Come here, you can sit on my lap and keep me company until I’m done.”

That was what he said. A while ago now.

Vergil’s private library is an intimate space. All polished hardwood and worn leather chairs, with its wall-to-wall bookcases filled with old tomes and completed volumes of texts you couldn’t possibly hope to understand. ‘Research material’ he says. It’s clearly an area not intended for guests, a little section of the house purely for him.

It felt strange to knock on the door, to feel the uncertainty in the silence before he told you to come in. With the look on his face as you opened the door, in the light of the flames glowing in the nearby fireplace, you felt as if you were intruding - encroaching on something sacred.

You just wanted to join him. You could leave if he wanted you to.

The look in his eyes softened instead.

“Come here, you can sit on my lap and keep me company until I’m done.”

That was what Vergil said, as he stood from his desk. A while ago now.

He took your hand in his, guided you over to a little corner of his library tucked away from prying eyes, onto his lap as he sat on a plush armchair. On the side table was a little blue book that he gingerly plucked before thumbing open to a page.

“Let me read to you.”

His voice is soft but clear, enunciating every syllable perfectly. You can feel his lips move with his words by your temple, as if he was kissing the stanzas of the ballads onto your skin. As his fingers graze and brush over your body, you melt, sinking deeper against him.

I see a lily on thy brow,

With anguish moist and fever-dew,

And on thy cheeks a fading rose

Fast withereth too.

Vergil has had you spread on his lap for what feels like hours, idly rocking his fingers inside your quivering pussy, as he reads to you. Pumping his fingers in and out, at his leisure. The steady roar of the rain just outside the window can’t hide the lewd squelching that comes with every movement.

She looked at me as she did love,

And made sweet moan.

He stops at every whimper, every sigh, every wet - shuddering - breath that escapes between your lips; starting from the very beginning each time.

“Until I’m done,” he said. A while ago now.

And there she wept and sighed full sore,

And there I shut her wild wild eyes

With kisses four.

He watches as you’re rushed into orgasm after orgasm - squirting all over his hand, sobbing behind bitten lips.

“Until I’m done,” he kissed onto your heated skin.

A while ago now.

[virberos-writes]

Hmmm..... 36. “You’re so beautiful.” with Vergil & Cassandra BUT Vergil is on the receiving end of this dialogue :3

"I’m almost there Vergil...!” Cassandra moaned. The only light in their shared bedroom in Vergil’s apartment came from the streetlamps outside, bathing the bedroom in white light. Vergil’s body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, the sign of the exertion he went through during what was the fourth, and final, round of sex. Her body felt like jelly, barely able to stay coherent if not for Vergil’s intense eyes.

They were beautiful, just like the rest of him. 

He let out a low groan, tensing up as he shot his load deep inside her once more. She came with him, arching her back before falling to the bed with an exhausted sigh. She looked up at him, reaching up to thread her hand through his hair.

“You’re so beautiful...” She murmured. Vergil let out a soft gasp. She couldn’t tell if he was blushing from the exertion of their marathon of sex or if it was him being flustered. 

“I...” He murmured, unsure how to take this before letting out a sigh. “As are you.” He pressed a tired kiss to her head. “Can you stand?”

“No, too tired.” 

“Then I will draw a bath for us.” He breathed. 

[thefloatingstone]

Platypi are friggin weird. Every time I see one; be it in a video or a photo, I think to myself: 'At what point in evolution did nature decide, "Yes. This is perfection"'

Bold of you to assume Platypi are NOT perfection~!

(although yeh I totally agree)

[harlot-of-oblivion]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe! 💖 I LOVE YOU 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

omg I get a Chrome hug first thing in the morning! 

Thank you so much! 🌹🥰🌹

[queenmuzz]

💞💞🌼Thank you for existing 💞💞 Send this to 10 people who you think deserve a sweet and kind message in their inbox🌼💕

Thank you!

[exsultry]

For being so nice and cute, copy this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful.

AHHH!! Thank you so much lovely!! Here let me hand all that love right back to you!! 😍🥰💙🖤❤️ KISSES!!

[creepyscritches]

You're studying medicine? That's super cool! My grandmother was in nursing, I have an old medical book that was once hers somewhere in my house. I human body is a flawed little thing. Super gross, but soooo freakin fascinating!

Nope not studying, already in the field, but you never stop learning and relearning medical stuff!

I don’t really talk shop much online, but my brain is like 50% art 50% medical. I love healthcare :3c

[virberos-writes]

I got the perfect one from that prompt list: 48 with Vergil & Cassandra :D

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

Dante pissed off his brother again. Cassandra could tell the moment Vergil walked through the door. Granted, Dante seemed to have that special talent of pissing off his brother by the sheer virtue of ‘beat his ass at something, most likely sparring’. 

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” Cassandra said as Vergil approached. She smiled at his anger was replaced with confusion.

“I’m...sorry?”

“I know what I said.” She smirked, setting the magazine she was pretending to read. She stood, striding over to him. He was still, his eyes watching her with interest. “We know I like it rough and you’re obviously tense.” Her hands slid up his chest, resting on his shoulders. “The only question is if you want to fuck your frustrations o-”

She didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence as Vergil pushed her onto the couch. She let out an ‘oof!’ before he was on top of her, eyes a deep demonic blue and already slit. She smiled, just moments before Vergil began to roughly kiss her. Her hand drifted to his white hair, giving it a pull. He let out an aroused growl. 

Tonight was going to be long and pleasurable.