Day Nine: Virginity Loss/Sacrifice W/ Dante

hmmmm what about dilf!bucky being able to see his new {dancer or stripper!reader} neighbor from his window…

New Neighbors

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stripper!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5K

A/N: this was sitting in my inbox for so long and I wanted to write it everytime I looked at it, and this is the time I finally did😂 it might feel a little scattered cuz i was just typing away on my phone, but hey, at least it’s something🙈 

Warnings: 18+, hot neighbor, flirting, watching each other through windows, female masturbation, male masturbation (if you squint), lap dance, cheesy dialogues, strip club (forgive me if i got anything wrong, idk how strip clubs works🙈), minors DNI

two weeks ago, you got some new neighbors moving in next door, and by neighbors, you meant the cute little white kitty and a short-haired scruffy man

you have bumped into him a couple of times on your way home, talked to him a few times and maybe flirted a little as well but it was nothing personal or too over the line

he is very charming and attractive to say the least, but all you know is that the cute kitty is named Alpine, and the scruffy man is Bucky, and that he stays up at night

a couple times though, you were mindlessly looking out your bedroom window, and you saw him walking around in his bedroom with nothing but a towel around his waist

you have to admit, his body was very muscular and fit; once in a while, you wish he'd drop the towel by accident, though that has yet to happen

you have caught him watching you a couple times too, they were just some innocent glances, you believed, and even if they weren't, you have stolen some not-so-innocent glances as well, so maybe you can call that even

Alpine actually came to your backyard door a couple times as well, sometimes you just find her sitting elegantly at the step, licking her paw as you walk pass the door; you’d slide open the door and say hi to her, give her fluffy little head and her chin a scratch before she’d get up and catwalk into your house like it’s her own

you don’t mind it though, you actually quite enjoy the company of this little furry friend, blinking her crystal blue eyes and wrapping her tail around your leg when she struts over for a little head-nudge

you play with her for a bit sometimes, feeding her some apples and bananas from time to time and when she feels like it, she’d wander back to her house

but from time to time, you have to bring her back because you have to head out for work, and whenever you bring her back you could always feel yourselves lingering your gaze on him and his on you, perhaps there was a sort of tension between the two of you, maybe it’s some tension that needed a release

and this time when you brought back Alpine to his house was no different

he was wearing his black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, so casual and yet so hot, his biceps were bulging, you could see the veins on his arms, and his chest was so puffed up that the shirt could barely keep him covered, and the sweatpants were an attack on its own, you could almost see the outline of- ugh... you let out a frustrated - sexually frustrated - groan in your head

so, when you returned to your house to get ready for work, you had to spare yourself 20 minutes to take your mind off your hot neighbor

you plopped yourself down onto your bed with your eyes closed, tried not to think about him, but all that’s left in your mind was his hands and those veins on them, and from then on, your imagination just ran wild

you thought about his hand cupping your jaw, sneaking his thumb between your lips and make you suck on it

you thought about his calloused hand running down from your neck, between your tits and sternum, and down your stomach to your pussy

you thought about his thumb gently rubbing against your clit, moving in circles and making you moan and sigh

and you didn’t even how your own hand got to start playing with yourself, doing the things that you wanted him to do to you

the more you rubbed yourself, the more sensitive you got, digging your hips into the mattress as you arched your back

you dipped your fingers lower and lower, brushing your fingertips at your slick-covered entrance, teasing yourself up and down as you imagine it was Bucky instead

you blinked your eyes opened for just a second, realizing your curtain was wide opened but you didn’t have time to care, if he happened to catch you touching yourself to the thought of him, then so be it, you were too focused on the pleasure to care

and of course, when Bucky went into his room to grab one of Alpine’s toy to play with him, he glanced over to your window through his as it has already become a habit in two weeks, and caught the live show

he watched you as you slowly slid your fingers into your pussy, rocking your hips a bit while finger-fucking yourself, and your free hand joined the party to tease your sensitive bud

you gasped and moan as you imagined Bucky was moving inside you, stretching you out and thrusting his girth against your velvety walls, and you swear to god you could almost imagine his throaty grunt

with the combination of the images in your head and masturbation, it didn’t take long for the familiar and pleasurable feeling to build up within your core

you writhed and squirmed in your bed, your thighs tightening and pinched together to hold your own hand in place as you kept plunging your fingers within your fluttering walls until you came with a silent gasp

Bucky watched you as you came, and he didn’t even realize he was palming himself through his sweatpants the whole time, “fuck...” he panted, getting lost in what he just witnessed until Alpine let out a meow at the door for his attention

you collected yourself and caught your breath, shaking your thoughts off before starting to actually get ready for work

~

and tonight was a normal night at strip club, you saw a couple of regulars, who are your neighbors that live down the street, and they just sat at the front stage, watching Cady on the pole while drinking their beers and eating their burgers, just like the always

but then you spotted a familiar figure, drinking a beer at one of the tables, and he looked a lot like Bucky, and you were almost 85% sure

“he's cute, right?" your coworker/friend, Holly, approached you, “he was here yesterday and he only ordered a couple beers for the night, and he barely glanced at any of us..”

you didn't work last night, so this was all news to you, “I think that's my new neighbor next door...” you answered, and you heard a gasp right next to you ear

“Luckyyy... and awwww you two would look so cute together!!! Are you gonna give him a lap dance?" she teased

“you out of all of us here should know that we can't just give out free lap dances, you are the manager...” you rolled your eyes, not that you don’t want to, but y’know...

“AND.... because I'm the manager, I can do this...” she said before leaning down for the broadcasting mic, “And the lucky customer who won a free lap dance on our lucky Tuesday is...” and she signaled the lighting tech to go around the room before pointing at Bucky

and then a round of “Wooooos” and claps and music just started up as Holly pushed you out towards him, you gave her a ‘I couldn’t believe you actually did it’ look before you walked out there, and you had to be professional about it in front of all the other customers

and.... giving Bucky a lap dance might actually be kinda fun 

you swayed your hips in your lingerie as your walked towards him, and he wasn’t expecting to see you here but he met your eyes with a smirk

you walked around his chair with your hand sliding across his chest and shoulders for starter and you ran your hands down his body to his knees before spreading them wider

“hey neighbor...” you smiled coyly while doing a wide squat slowly and seductively, “good night so far?” 

“just got better...” he answered with a subtle excitement in his tone, watching your body and your curves move and dance with enticement and elegance in such close proximity, “and I got half a show earlier, maybe you could finish it?” he asked while you danced and touched him here and there, not shying away at all

you chuckled, biting your lips a little as you turned around, “well, a full show here costs a little extra...” you smirked, hands holding onto the armrests of his chair, bending your knees to sway your hips left and right, before you ‘accidently’ grind on him, just a little bit

and the song ended with you running your fingers up his thigh and to his chin “but maybe I’ll finish your private show later tonight...” you teased with a lingering touch on his chin before you slowly walked away

capcom put them in different franchises bc they knew they would be unstoppable as canon besties

dante mod by @/rhenjpg on twitter :D

also a fic/AU idea ive had for a while-

AU where Nya finds out their trans(ftm) because of being Samurai X. everyone referring to them as he and they, at first he couldn't tell it was the pronouns, they thought it were gay/les because a lot of girls simping for them, but after a little experimenting they figured out they prefer being more masc/androgynous plus he/they? or whatever works. idk been in my mind for a while.

Hello, author. Would it be possible to request an established relationship Dante or Vergil x feminine male!reader who has emotional dependency and who, for years, was almost like a prostitute/courtesan to demons ? The reader tends to make a lot of sexual advances out of fear of being abandoned and not being desirable enough for their boyfriend. The reader has a devoted, polite, and gentle personality, with a mix of fluff and hurt to comfort if possible. I hope this request doesn't make you uncomfortable, dear author, Have a good day 🌷

DEVIL MAY CRY - DANTE SPARDA | VERGIL SPARDA

The requested scenario for BOTH of the twins :3

WORDCOUNT: Around 1k for each

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Dante x feminine!Male!Reader | established relationship

Dante knew what you were like. He knew the way you acted, what you usually were like around him, the things you'd do and say. In just a few months, he'd learned to read you like a book. Dante also knew your past. You'd opened up about it slowly, timid about his reaction, even though you knew he wouldn't judge you. You couldn't help it, really. Life had prepared you to be expecting everything and everything.

Emotionally dependent reader Former demon prostitute/courtesan reader fear Of abandonment Reader: devoted, polite, gentle Fluff/ Hurt Comfort

When you had told Dante that you'd practically been a prostitute for Demons, he'd been mad. Not at you, never at you, more so at anyone that dared to give you bad experiences in life. Dante had figured that you weren't completely trauma free - you were hanging around him, after all - but he hadn’t expected anything like what you opened up to him about.

Something Dante had started to notice these last few days, though, is how you seemed to always cling to him, how you tried to initiate intimate moments more often, the way you'd look at him every time he wasn't in the mood. He hadn’t minded at first, hell, in all honesty, he liked how active you were, but after a while he noticed your patterns. You initiated intimacy whenever either of you had been upset at the other, or whenever he hadn't been able to hang out with you as much as usually, whenever he was too busy… It became a little suspicious. You'd get upset whenever he'd reject, seemingly more at yourself than at him.

One evening was especially bad. He'd been out for a long mission, drained and hungry, covered in blood. You'd come to him, humming about taking a shower, gingerly wrapping your arms around him, lips pressed against his neck. He sighed, knowing that while he loved when you were like this, he really just wanted to shower and then pass out in bed. He told you as much as he parted with you, pressing a swift kiss against your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

He found you later, once he'd gotten dried up and dressed in his sleep clothes - which were only acceptable and without holes because you'd pushed him to get some proper pyjamas instead of sleeping in his boxers and old shirts all the time. The lights in your shared hoke were turned off, but you weren't in bed. Usually, you'd have a few lights or candles on while you snuggled up on the couch. Lights off was only for bedtime with you.

You still sat on the couch, though, sniffling softly to yourself. Dantes whole face fell as he realised you were crying. “...Love, what's wrong..?” He muttered as he stepped towards you, carefully seating himself beside you. You sniffled again, immediately smuggling against him. “... do you not love me…?” You mumble, voice muffled by his shirt as you press your face into his shoulder. Dante almost thinks he didn't hear you right, wrapping his arms around you, pressing you against his chest. “Baby, my dear sweet boy, why would you think that…?” He questions, running his fingers through your hair. “...you don't want me…” You sob, tears staining Dantes shirt. The gears in his head started turning as he pulled you into his lap. “Love, listen to me. I love you. I want you, all the time, but sometimes I'm tired, or I'm not in the mood, not because I don't love you anymore, it just happens, yeah?” He mumbles, pressing a few soft kisses against the top of your head. You're still sniffling, so he tilts your head a little to kiss your forehead too.

“I just… whenever you don't want me I think you don't love me-” You start, new tears dwelling in your eyes as you look up at him. He shushes you, gently brushing your tears away. He slipped his fingers into your hair, gently running his digits through the soft strands, twirling them around the tips carefully.

“I swear to you, I will never stop loving you. You dont even need to think that, yeah? You're so much more than your body, and our relationship is so much more than just physical, you hear me?” He hums, keeping his voice careful and gentle yet the way he looked into your eyes left no room for discussion.

You press your face into his shoulder again, clinging to his shirt as you let the last few tears slip down your cheeks. You knew he meant it, but it was so hard to genuinely believe. “My sweet boy…” Dante sighs, placing yet another kiss against the top of your head, breathing in before pulling away, consoling you with a hand on your back. “I love you. I always will, yeah?” He mumbles against your hair, softly tugging you closer as he feels your hands tangle into his shirt - somehow you still managed to be mindful of not bunching it up too much.

He let you calm down slowly, murmuring soft words and pressing gentle kisses whereever he could reach. The moonlight softly shone into the living room, illuminating the scene in its gentle light. It took you a while to properly calm down, sniffling softly, stray tears staining Dantes shirt. “You wanna go to bed..?” The white haired mumbles, gently carding his fingers through your hair. You nod after a moment, clinging to him. He chuckles lightly, wrapping his arms around you so he could pick you up and carefully carry you to bed. “My clingy boy, hm? You're so sweet… so adorable…” Dante mumbles carefully as he laid you down, smiling as he snuggled against you, wrapping the blankets around you in the way he knew you liked.

“I love you…” you mutter softly, feeling him press a kiss against your forehead. “I love you too… get some sleep, love, mhm?” Dante responds, pressing a kiss against your forehead, letting you drift off to sleep in his arms, feeling like the happiest man in the whole world.

Vergil x feminine!Male!Reader | established relationship

Emotionally dependent reader Former demon prostitute/courtesan reader fear Of abandonment Reader: devoted, polite, gentle Fluff/ Hurt Comfort

Vergil wasn't usually this concerned about you. You were his boyfriend, indeed, but you could take care of yourself, no matter how much trouble you got yourself in with your niceness. So, he never worried about you. Not much, anyway. There was a reason you were his boyfriend, and not anyone else. Behind that facade of pure and utter gentleness was still a strong will. However, lately you had been acting… off. Vergil hadn't noticed at first - he had been a lot busier these last few days, he didn't have the time to indulge in your unimportant desires. Sex wasn't something he needed, nor wanted regularly. Not by now, anyway. He did accept that he had been… Impulsive, before.

What Vergil had noted early into your relationship, was how needy you were. You wanted to be around him most of the time, touch him in one way or another. It was important to you, he knew that. He did let you have your moments, did let you be all over him for an hour or two, but he was a busy man, always had been, and you had to deal with that. It wasn’t about Vergil being heartless, more about him having clear boundaries you just had to accept. He was a lot different from you, after all. He needed his time to himself, to think, to plan, to just rest and relax. You often seemed to dislike his habits, but you never said anything. Never even as much as shoot him a nasty glance, you always stayed calm and soft. Vergil liked that about you, you were pliant. Soft.

This evening was only slightly different. Vergil had come home late, feeling tired and defeated after having learned that yet another of his plans wouldn't work out the way he had strategised. His hair was out of place, blue eyes already zoned out as he perfected his plan. You had made dinner, grinned at him widely as he stepped through the door, doting on him the second he had shrugged off his coat. Soft kisses against his cheeks, hands brushing over his sides - he knew these signs, knew they meant that you wanted him. He let you lead him to the kitchen, ate a few bites of the rather delicious food you made. Your foot nudged his under the table, he scowled slightly. “My dear, I don't think I've got time for.. this behaviour tonight.” He hums nonchalantly, as if telling you about the weather, as if it didn't make your whole world crumble just a little more. You don't answer, simply get up, mutter something about not being hungry anymore and hide away in the bedroom.

He didn't love you. You were so sure of that now. Surely, he was too busy thinking of everything but you. That's why he always stayed in his study. That's why he came home late, and didn't even give you a kiss whenever he stepped through the door. You knew Vergil was… special, but this wasn't being special. This was him blatantly not wanting you. It hurt you, it hurt like hell. You wanted him, wanted to love him, to show him how good you could be, but he wouldn't let you. Wouldn't let you give him what you knew he surely also needed - he was a man, after all. He couldn't be that different from the other men you'd met throughout your life.

You'd learn, though, that Vergil was indeed very different. You'd snuggled into the covers of your shared bed, sniffling softly. You weren't loud, too afraid of accidentally letting the man a few doors away know you were being such a crybaby about this simple situation. Tears stained your pillow - you had half a mind to think about having to turn it to the other side once you'd try to sleep. It didn't come to that, however. What it came to, was Vergil walking in after long hours in his study, late at night. You had frozen up once the door opened, tears still running down your cheeks.

You felt the mattress dip under his weight as he settled into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around you - he was actually cuddling against you. Something he usually never did. Did he… think you were asleep? You felt him place soft kisses against your jaw and the back of your neck, a soft smile on his lips. “My pretty boy…” He mumbles, voice deep from exhaustion. “So damn adorable… All mine…” He continues, snuggling his face into your hair comfortably. Vergil was weirdly clingy, arms wrapped around you tightly as he pressed lazy kisses against the skin he could reach. You don't dare to move, not wanting to ruin this moment, too scared Vergil would act like nothing happened and just pull away.

You basked in the moment for a few minutes, feeling Vergil rest and breathe against you - this has probably been the closest he's ever stayed to you for this long. “...you know I love you, right…?” Vergil suddenly mumbles, pressing a kiss against your cheek. He halts, huffing. “...were you crying?” He scowls slightly. You didn't know what to answer - had he not thought you were asleep? Did he know you had been awake the whole time and still snuggled so close to you? “...sorry…” You mutter silently, wiping the remnants of your tears away in an attempt to hide them. “Why were you crying?” Vergil questions, sitting up a bit. “Just.. nothing important..” you answer, trying to dodge the question - Vergil wouldn't take it, though. “Answer me.” He huffs coldly. “... just… Sometimes it feels like.. you don't want me…” You mumble, voice so silent you almost think he didn't hear you. Vergil doesn't answer for a moment, before he sighs heavily. “... I'm sorry, my dear. I didn't… realise how much I… hurt you. I will be better in the future, I promise you.” He speaks, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. “You will never cry because of me again, I promise it. I'm sorry, love.” He sighs, snuggling back against you. “I think I just… needed some time to get used to… This… but, I really do love you… Even if I dont show it that much…” You sigh in relief, pressing against him, worries lifted - or at least you know they'll be worked on from now.

RE4 REMAKE → Leon Kennedy’s Tramp Stamp

4dante doodle

jewelry of every kind

no thoughts except Spencer wearing MGG’s rings…

Summary: Spencer tries out wearing more accessories and you decide to show him just how much you love them.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: 18+ Content (NSFW/NSFM), smut, hand kink, finger sucking, choking, fingering, piv sex

Word Count: 1.3k

“Those are new,” you say, motioning to Spencer’s hands as he skims through the contents of a file with sleep.

Scattered across his fingers were four golden rings of various sizes and shapes, but the one that took you by surprise most was the large round pinky ring.

“Hm,” he mumbles, jolting is head up from his work, his sleepy eyes meeting yours. “Oh, these? I’ve always had them sitting around, I figured it was probably time I wore them.” Then, he went back to his work.

You cozy yourself onto the couch cushion beside where Spencer was still hunched over, running his lengthy fingers down each page. Normally, this alone was enough to do you in, but the addition of how his hands looked donning jewelry made your head spin.

“I like them,” you caught his right hand as he reaches the end of a page, bringing it up to your face, “a lot…”

Before Spencer could switch his brain off from work mode, you had taken his thumb into your mouth and began to suck on it with just enough pressure to make his nerves stand on end.

The paper still in his free hand fell onto the coffee table and an uncontrollable gasp came from his lips.

"Oh it's like that?" Spencer inquired, watching you intensely as you looked at him with wide pleading eyes.

"Mhm," you hum, causing a vibration that ran up from his thumb and up to his neck. "Makes me want them inside of me so bad."

Without warning, Spencer draws you to straddle his lap and into a passionate kiss. As his tongue found his way into your mouth to explore, his fingers drifted to part your robe where he discovered your bareness underneath.

"God, y/n... nothing underneath?" he asks, slipping a finger down your slit and feeling your warmth already pooling. "And so wet for me already."

His finger dips further into your center and the cool metal of one of his rings brushes against your clit, eliciting an instinctive moan to cry from your throat.

"Does it feel good, angel?" Spencer purred, slipping another finger in and curling them to hit your sensitive spot.

Another cry bellowed from your lips, throwing your head back in the process. "Yes, yes so good, Spence."

The arch of your back made your robe come completely undone, revealing your swollen breasts. Without missing a beat, Spencer brought his mouth to one of them, biting them gently. As he did so, his fingers pumped in and out of you faster, the metal providing a stinging cold sensation against the heat growing from your wetness and the friction. You feel an ache begin to grow in your abdomen and pressure build as he increases the dexterity of his fingers, eventually you find your release around them slicking his fingers with even more of your arousal.

As you come down from your high, Spencer slowly removes his fingers and brings them to your parted lips with a devilish grin. You run your tongue in between them, your arousal coating your tongue before taking his digits completely in your mouth, nearly touching the golden accessories that had started your obsession.

Your cum tasted musky and sweet upon your tongue, but you wanted so desperately for Spencer to taste it, too - so you kissed him deeply, gliding your tongue against his.

"You always taste so good, baby," he growls, the feeling of his erection growing underneath you.

"Mmm, you know what? I've been wanting to wear a certain piece of jewelry again for awhile," you state, unbuckling his pants while grinding against him lightly.

Spencer could hardly form words with you touching his bulge, but he managed to croak, "W-which one is that?"

As you pulled his pants completely to the ground, springing his cock up to his navel, you leaned in to whisper, "Your hand as my necklace."

A guttural groan escaped him and it sounded like a melody to your ears. You glided your folds on top of his erection before sinking down on him at an achingly slow pace, causing Spencer to firmly grasp one of your ass cheeks and the other to grip the back cushion of the couch.

When you reached the point of being completely full of him, Spencer suddenly began to fuck up into you with growing force and pace. Taking you by surprise, you whimper and attempt to regain your pace by placing your hands upon his braced chest. Without warning, his hand shoots to clasp around your throat, squeezing gently.

"Is this what you meant, angel?" he asked, adding extra pressure and thrusting into you with more force.

You let out a desperate moan and respond, "Y-yes, sir. Doesn't it look so pretty on me?"

"Yes," Spencer rubs his thumb against the peak of your throat and admires it as he speaks. "It looks like it was made for you."

The pressure of his hand around your throat makes your arousal grow and drip down onto the base of his cock freely. The sounds of your bodies slapping to together with a perfected rhythm in combination with your exchanges of whimpers and moans make your body rise with chills. His ringed hand clasping your throat, the way he looked in ecstasy with his eyes rolled back, and the way that he completely filled you made you closer and closer to your second climax.

"I love you so much, y/n - fuck," Spencer huffed, his cock growing harder with every sloppy thrust.

His hand moves from your throat to intertwine through your hair, yanking it back to reveal your red and tender neck. Quickly, he leans forward to place open-mouthed kisses along the faint swollen hand print. The sensitivity of your neck translated to the increasing sensitivity between your legs.

"I - I love you, too, Spence," you say breathlessly, reaching down to gently rub your clit in a desperate attempt to release yourself.

"Oh, how pitiful, angel. Are you close to cumming again?" he murmured, nibbling gently on your earlobe and grasping both of your ass cheeks firmly.

All you can manage is a whimper of confirmation as your eyes close and your breath tightens.

"We can cum together, okay?" he hums, feeling your walls tighten around his pulsing dick.

"Y-yes, please, please," you faintly whisper, your clit becoming nearly numb with pleasure.

Spencer readjusts himself underneath you to hit your cervix perfectly, eliciting a genuine sob of pain and need from your lips. His grip on your backside became close to clawing into your skin, but it only increased the euphoria of your ever approaching high.

A few more deep thrusts was all it took for both of you to fall apart. Spencer cried out your name with sweat beading against his brow while he released his seed deep into your throbbing core. You nearly collapsed on top of him from the weakness of your thighs as they shook with your release. The tightness of his grip only grew as he lifted you up and down a few more times to make sure that you were completely full of him.

As both of you came down from your high, you found yourself kissing one another with a tired passion that was full of the most permeating intimacy. The nearly drunken feeling that it caused was suddenly cut off by Spencer's hand placing a stingingly firm slap upon your ass.

"I think I left a mark," Spencer said teasingly, examining your throat and backside.

"I sure hope so," you respond, bringing his hands up to cup your breasts.

He places a soft kiss upon your lips before saying, "So, you're saying I should wear these more often?" Spencer twirls his pinky ring suggestively.

"You better," you said, toying with his hands. "I'd like to wear my necklace more often, too."

Bringing you into a deep embrace, he chuckled lightly, "Your wish is my command, angel. And how could I possibly deny you?"

please feel free to request! (or let me know what you think!)

throne

you: so who's the older twin?

vergil: me. whatever could make you think that *points to dante* could ever have been the older twin? quickly.

dante: *eating a strawberry sundae by using his teeth and tongue becuase he couldn't be bothered to find a spoon, smearing it all over his face and looking goofy doing so*

you: ...point taken.

resting after a mission