I just discovered you and I love your resident evil and devil may cry content.
I have a dmc request.
Imagine the Sparda boys being in heat, try to distance themselves because they dont want to hurt the fem reader but after being reassured they end up making love to her.
Just the idea making me melting 🫠
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HEAT. ft dante, nero, and vergil (separately obv). or in which you want them to know that they won't hurt you. even while horny.
cw; suggestive, grammatical errors, etc.
DANTE absolutely loathes it when that familiar, heat inducing, burning feeling worms its way into his lower abdomen and some (most) of the time down even lower. Everything he wears, no matter what it is, feels suffocating, constricting even. And then there is you – making it better worse. He knows that you aren’t doing it on purpose. He hasn’t exactly told you just how different he is from you. Sure, you know who his dad is and everything, but biology wise? He hasn’t spoken a word. Usually, he would handle this alone or distract himself on a mission. But low-n-behold, not a single mission in sight and you were laying on top of him – using him as a personal heater.
“Dante?”
He wanted to groan, but he kept himself in check.
You looked up at him, eyes watching him carefully, “are you feeling alright? You’re running hotter than usual,” you pressed the palm of your hand to his forehead. But he only snatched up your palm in response and kissed your wrist.
“Nothing for you to worry about just feeling…”
“Hot?”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
You shifted so that you were straddling him, “I can- can help you take that heat away.”
He wondered if you knew what you were asking, so he shook his head. However, you were insistent. Beautifully so.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You never hurt me.”
He knew he lost the argument the moment he felt you press your hips down and his hands found your waist and squeezed.
NERO did not know how to break it to you. About what he was feeling and how to fix it. Sex between you both was not a mystery nor was it foreign. But what he was feeling now? That hot, burning feeling that made him want to press his cock into you and stay there? That was a conversation he was not ready to have with you.
However, it seems you have other plans when you trapped him against the kitchen counter. Your arms cage him in and you kept eye contact with him.
“What’s wrong.”
A statement, not a question. Seems like you were on a mission to get an answer.
“N- nothing’s wrong?”
“Really,” you looked down, “you’ve been hard all day.”
He choked a little, “I have not!”
“And you haven’t once asked me to help you out. In fact, you’ve been avoiding me like the plague.”
“You’re imagining things-“
“Am I? Is this a demon thing going on with you right now? Because so help me I will call your father-“
“No!”
Nero would rather be buried six feet under than have Vergil, with a stoic face, explain to you that Nero was just super horny right now.
“Well?”
He huffed and reached for you, his hands fitting against your hips as he pressed himself against you. The pressure against his cock made him groan, “just really horny, I guess. Demons get like this sometimes at certain points in the year.”
“Is that all,” you whispered as you moved your arms to wrap around his neck and lightly grind back into him.
“N- no, there’s more,” he panted a little, “I could hurt you-“
“You won’t.”
You reassurance in him was all that he needed.
VERGIL, unexpectantly to you, tells you everything. And that includes his demon biology. Though, he never expects you to help him simply because it was a risk he didn’t want you to have to deal with or worry about.
And you wanted to prove to him that you could handle it, so you might or might not have tracked his little “heat.” Little would be a big understatement though, of course. But no matter, once the time was right, you cornered him in the one place you knew he would feel safest.
Your bedroom.
He was already preparing to leave when you entered, but you weren’t going to let him get away. Now was the perfect chance.
“Vergil?”
You tried to calm your racing heart, but you know that he probably already hears it. But you weren’t going to let your nervousness get to you. It was Vergil. Your Vergil. You wanted to show him that you could be there and support him for everything – even this.
“I already know what you are going to ask,” he answered you before you could askanything further, “and the answer is no.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
You got closer to him, your arms wrapped around his waist as you pressed your chest into his back, “am I really that unreliable to you?”
“That isn’t what I said.”
“You didn’t have to,” you tightened your hold around him, almost willing him to stay.
He huffed as he easily broke your hold and turned in your arms, his eyes – it felt like they were staring into your soul.
“You don’t understand just how much I want you.”
“Then have me.”
“And if I hurt you?”
“You won’t. Because you’re Vergil. My Vergil.”