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The book holds his attention while Dante rests at his side, a familiar position for them. It's strange to think that this too hadn't changed. In fact as time passed and they both warmed to each other's presence, these old roles seemed to be cast upon them again. Life was a little brighter with his family it seemed.

"Thank you Dante." He mumbles, kissing his twins forehead once more.

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Dante wipes his mouth and sits up. With a yawn and a stretch, his bones pop. He then rubs his eye and looks up at Vergil, "I'm always beautiful. Especially when I drool." He says matter-of-factly.

#mobile rb #whackywhoohoopizzaman

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Dante's warmth is always welcome along with the tiny nuzzles. It's hard to suppress the tender smile and the urge to press his lips to Dante's forehead so he doesn't. Vergil lavishes in every affection he knows they both crave. "That's fine by me." It's a whisper but he knows Dante can hear it as he rests his own cheek against the crown on the other's head.

@gelum-lumen

Dante wipes his mouth and sits up. With a yawn and a stretch, his bones pop. He then rubs his eye and looks up at Vergil, "I'm always beautiful. Especially when I drool." He says matter-of-factly.

#whackywhoohoopizzaman #mobile rb

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Rolling his eyes, Vergil shifts to bring Dante a little closer and more comfortable. "There's not a lot of cash left over but...it's an achievement regardless." Truthfully their money situation had been stressing him out so any improvement left him in a good mood. "Should we celebrate? I think you can order pizza guilt free now. "

@gelum-lumen

Dante wipes his mouth and sits up. With a yawn and a stretch, his bones pop. He then rubs his eye and looks up at Vergil, "I'm always beautiful. Especially when I drool." He says matter-of-factly.

#whackywhoohoopizzaman #mobile rb

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How is he still the same childish little brother all these years? "You're certainly a sight to behold." He teases with a smile, Vergil coming to sit beside his twin now that the couch was finally free for him to read.

"I did the books by the way. It took a little maneuvering but it seems we'll see a profit this month."

@gelum-lumen

Dante wipes his mouth and sits up. With a yawn and a stretch, his bones pop. He then rubs his eye and looks up at Vergil, "I'm always beautiful. Especially when I drool." He says matter-of-factly.

#whackywhoohoopizzaman #mobile rb #vergils so soft for his baby bro

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Sven's heated stare was enough to make his heart tremble in a way that terrified him. Vergil had never allowed himself to engage in such yearning, never allowed himself to want someone so carnally. He would claim such things were beneath him but age and his unraveling mental state let him know the truth. He had been scared. Scared that if he let someone in too close, even his dear brother, that like all things in his life they'd leave. They'd leave and Vergil would have to suffer the trauma of that loneliness for the hundredth time.

But with Sven... does he even have that problem? Maybe it's that selfless loyalty, that pride in serving him that allowed Vergil to want. The way his lips ghosted kisses to his flesh like he was something so precious, so coveted that he needed to be handled with such delicate adoration made him feel special in a way Vergil's dogged pursuit of power never had.

Is this was affection is?

"Kiss me." The words are a whisper, a trembling command from a master long since tired of denying himself the full breadth of his charge's affections.

hellaofmuses​:

“Hmmm… our bound huh?” Sven puts his hands behind his back and starts walking slowly around Vergil. His expression was calm but at the same time curious. “ And what kind of connection are we talking about here? Please enlighten me, Master.” Despite the sarcastic tone, he was really interested in the next answer. No matter what the answer, he would always be with Vergil.

 However, he might have always wanted to know Sparda’s real feelings. Deduct into his own thoughts and never question, he always did. Now Sven has found a possible opportunity to learn a little more.

Vergil narrowly resists the urge to shiver as Sven steps into his space, both overwhelmed with the urge to flee and curiously to move closer still. He knew what this was, Sven wanted to hear his true feelings, but the truth was he didn’t know what his feelings meant. He didn’t know why he felt so satisfied to be beside him, why he found himself longing for the man’s company moments after he’d take his leave. He didn’t know why he yearned to see Sven smile at him. 

But he doesn’t have the heart to lie. Not to someone who devotes himself so fully to Vergil. 

“I-” He speaks without thinking, throat dry as he fumbles this overdue confession. “I don’t mean our…work relationship.” He still struggles to wrap his mind around the situation they’ve found themselves, though he’s certainly not unhappy with it. “I’m referring to our more personal bond. I wanted to let you know I’m fond of you and that I value your company outside of whatever lingering obligations you feel you have to me.” That being said, hearing Sven call him master did things to him he didn’t want to admit.

“…I find myself missing you when you leave, wanting your attention when I don’t have it.” He’s a leaky faucet, words spilling forth before he can catch them. “When you’re too close I-”  Want to kiss you. Words he doesn’t say, but knows in his heart to be true, oh god is that what this is? “…want more. If you would have me.”

#sven #mobile rb

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((gonna get to the rest of my replies an asks tomorrow. ive been exhausted lately))

#ooc

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secondborn-cambion​:

“Desserts,” Dante asked, piqued. “Desserts, plural?” He grinned, all sharp teeth and mischief. “Well, hell, Verg, why didn’t you say that in the first place.” Dante made for the bodega, hands finding his belt loops and his face an easy, sunny visage.

“Strawberry shortcakes and sundaes and god knows what else. Juan has the best strawberries. Cheap too. Bananas are good on Tuesdays, only, and mangoes good on Mondays. We might be able to get some fish from this morning, but if not, don’t turn your nose up at his butcher’s selection, alright? I like these people. They’re good people.”

Vergil can’t help but smile at the puppy like delight in Dante’s face, rambunctious and a little devious but too adorable to be mad at. 

“You seem to be familiar with this store for someone who insists on ordering out at any given opportunity.” He jests, pulling a cart and momentarily remembering the way their mother would let them push it while she gathered foods. “Since you know what’s fresh, should we have fish for dinner? I’ll let you decide.”

#secondborn-cambion #vergils love language is letting you pick instead of him

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hellaofmuses​:

“Hmmm… our bound huh?” Sven puts his hands behind his back and starts walking slowly around Vergil. His expression was calm but at the same time curious. “ And what kind of connection are we talking about here? Please enlighten me, Master.” Despite the sarcastic tone, he was really interested in the next answer. No matter what the answer, he would always be with Vergil.

 However, he might have always wanted to know Sparda’s real feelings. Deduct into his own thoughts and never question, he always did. Now Sven has found a possible opportunity to learn a little more.

Vergil narrowly resists the urge to shiver as Sven steps into his space, both overwhelmed with the urge to flee and curiously to move closer still. He knew what this was, Sven wanted to hear his true feelings, but the truth was he didn’t know what his feelings meant. He didn’t know why he felt so satisfied to be beside him, why he found himself longing for the man’s company moments after he’d take his leave. He didn’t know why he yearned to see Sven smile at him. 

But he doesn’t have the heart to lie. Not to someone who devotes himself so fully to Vergil. 

“I-” He speaks without thinking, throat dry as he fumbles this overdue confession. “I don’t mean our...work relationship.” He still struggles to wrap his mind around the situation they’ve found themselves, though he’s certainly not unhappy with it. “I’m referring to our more personal bond. I wanted to let you know I’m fond of you and that I value your company outside of whatever lingering obligations you feel you have to me.” That being said, hearing Sven call him master did things to him he didn’t want to admit.

“...I find myself missing you when you leave, wanting your attention when I don’t have it.” He’s a leaky faucet, words spilling forth before he can catch them. “When you’re too close I-”  Want to kiss you. Words he doesn’t say, but knows in his heart to be true, oh god is that what this is? “...want more. If you would have me.”

#sven #hellaofmuses

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hellaofmuses​:

Sven watches his master in silence, with a small smile on his face. Intimacy was still new between him and Vergil. Yet he had to admit that seeing the other’s embarrassments was amused

“I didn’t know you thought I was anything close to a Valentine, Vergil. I have to say I’m flattered.” Just a little teasing to see more funny and adorable reactions. At least a little bit moderate, he didn’t want to abuse his patience that much.

He can feel himself get even more flushed at the implication because well... that is what's happened here isn't it? Despite his own need to deny his feelings, Vergil could never say there wasn't a connection he craved with Sven. He enjoyed the man's calming presence, the sense of safety he exuded. It wasn't an overstatement to say he wanted more of his attention, however Sven was willing to give it to him.

"...I wanted you to know I value our bond." The words are sincere, soft but certain. "You're someone who I'd rather not do without."

#hellaofmuses #sven

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send  👑 + a number for my muse to react to yours doing one of the following actions to them OR send a 🤴 instead for my muse to do this to yours!

EXTRA: try to send more than one number! dom/sub rights yall

NSFW warning! remember to be consentual!!

dry humping

an harsh kiss

french kissing

sit on their lap 

lick their fingers

bite their jawline

pulling their hair

a lick on the neck

scratch their back 

grabbing their ass

tugging their pants

a nibble on the lips

a nibble on the neck

grabbing their crotch

grabbing their breasts 

a bite on the shoulder

being held by the throat

being shoved in a closet

being shoved on the bed

slowly grind against them

having their wrists restrained

being pulled against the other

being pressed against the wall

having their jaw grabbed firmly

hold them down by the shoulder

lift their head with the tip of their shoes

force them down, then sit on their chest

having their shirt being ripped off of them

opening their mouth and licking their tongue 

random!!

#👀👀

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durativo​:

His heart is racing in an instant, but he can’t help but smile that same hostile smile right back to Vergil. “Not bad. You can do better.” With that, Dante kneed him as hard as he could to try and knock Vergil off. “I gotta admit, you look good like that. You could make a living doing pretty poses and looking cute. Trust me. People are into that.”

Vergil lands on his side, but recovers quickly despite the frilly skirt and tail that threatens to trip him. 

Why is he not surprised that Dante was well versed in such perversions? “Are you “people” too? You seem a little too pleased.” Again he moves closer, hands out to grapple his twin to the floor.

#durativo #imagine wrestling with someone in a cat maid outfit

[gelum-lumen]

Dante's teasing tone reminds him very quickly that clinging and snuggling against his brother's back was beneath him. Even if it felt nice. Vergil is off the bike as soon as he can be, happy to pretend he was glad to be on stable ground than that he was avoiding this feeling in his stomach.

"Thankfully." The helmet comes off and silver hair is slicked back to its usual style. "Make haste or I won't let you pick tonight's desserts."

@secondborn-cambion liked for a starter

“Dante, how many times do I have to suffer through pizza before I can get a decent meal in this place?” Vergil sneers, hands on his hips as he stands in front of yet another fresh box of pizza on Dante’s desk. 

#mobile rb #secondborn cambion

[gelum-lumen]

At first his nerves get to him. He clings tight when they make a tight turn, curses under his breath when other cars screech to a halt to avoid hitting them. It takes a second and while his brother expertly weaves through the swaths of cars it's not exactly an easy feeling to adjust to but when Vergil does, he looks out to the buildings that fly by and feels as if he can finally breath.

It's...nice. He sees why Dante enjoys riding so much, through he doubts he'd ever indulge himself. His hands stay firm around his twins waist but Vergil relaxes enough to rest his head against the other's broad back, taking in the sight if their town blurring past until they finally slow down at the grocery store.

secondborn-cambion​:

“Better not kill me, he says,” Dante said, throwing a leg over his bike. “Says the guy who put one through his chest and is still alive to be a pain in my ass.”

Although, he did pause, before looking back at Vergil.

“ .. I got a spare helmet,” he offered, honestly. “If you’re that worried about it. You ever rode on the back of a motorcycle, before? Might be kinda scary?”

“I’m not scared.” It comes out before he can hold it back. He…well. Maybe not scared but nervous. “I know you can be reckless that’s all.” 

He takes the spare helmet and puts it on, mildly embarrassed for snapping at his twin involuntarily. It’s been happening more and more lately. Not the snapping but the embarrassment. He never used to feel bad for lashing out on others but now…things are different. Somehow he blames V.

Once the helmet is secured, Vergil holds firmly to his twin, trying not to think too hard about how long it’s been since he hugged Dante like this willingly. “Let’s ride, Dante.”

#mobile rb #secondborn cambion

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secondborn-cambion​:

“Better not kill me, he says,” Dante said, throwing a leg over his bike. “Says the guy who put one through his chest and is still alive to be a pain in my ass.”

Although, he did pause, before looking back at Vergil.

“ .. I got a spare helmet,” he offered, honestly. “If you’re that worried about it. You ever rode on the back of a motorcycle, before? Might be kinda scary?”

“I’m not scared.” It comes out before he can hold it back. He...well. Maybe not scared but nervous. “I know you can be reckless that’s all.” 

He takes the spare helmet and puts it on, mildly embarrassed for snapping at his twin involuntarily. It’s been happening more and more lately. Not the snapping but the embarrassment. He never used to feel bad for lashing out on others but now...things are different. Somehow he blames V.

Once the helmet is secured, Vergil holds firmly to his twin, trying not to think too hard about how long it’s been since he hugged Dante like this willingly. “Let’s ride, Dante.”

#secondborn-cambion

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secondborn-cambion​:

“Yeah, yeah,” Dante grumbled, waving Vergil off. The twins went separate ways, but only for so long. Dante changed, quickly. Something about going into town dressed in his full gear sometimes got him feeling stared at. So he shrugged off his coat and pulled on a shirt more causal and with less holes than his usual one, and quickly went to the garage.

Don’t wanna keep Princess Verg waiting, he thought, bounding down the steps.

Sure enough, Verg was by his bike and Dante was whistling, spinning the keys around one finger.

“Ready to roll?”

Vergil was wearing his usual house clothes, a dark turtleneck and well fitted jeans, and while the mid winter cold may have put other’s in large coats, the cold was never a stranger to him. Not to mention he’d have Dante to keep him warm during the ride.

“I’ve been waiting on you, of course I’m ready.” Ever prickly, this one as he hops on behind his twin. “You’d better not kill me on this death trap.”

#secondborn-cambion

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hellaofmuses​:

Sven looked at Vergil somewhat surprised. He didn’t like that festivity and really didn’t expect anyone to bother to give him anything. But apparently, his master did. He took the box carefully as if it were made of glass. The poor man didn’t want to risk breaking whatever Sparda was given to him.

When he saw the golden watch, he didn’t help but smile. He wasn’t the type to wear watches or accessories like that. Yet he cannot help admiring the other’s kindness in thinking of him.

The retired priest approached the other, and with no ceremonies gave a soft kiss on his cheek. He would probably not even think of doing such an act in the past. However, he had promised to treat Vergil as an equal. So at least this time he dared a little.

“Thank you for the thought. I will always keep it with me.”

He wasn’t expecting the kiss. In fact, he make’s it very clear how much he wasn’t expecting it with the way he lights up a baby pink across his cheeks and begins to stumble over his words.

“I- Well, I-:” It’s not as if it’s the first time Sven’s kissed his cheek. Or even that he’s kissed the other’s. But for whatever reason, he feels his breath lacking and his chest tight as embarrassment shuts him right back up and makes him retreat back into himself. 

“I’m...glad. I was hoping you’d like it.” He mumbles softly, looking away as if Sven hadn’t surely gotten a good look at his face. God, why was he acting this way?

#hellaofmuses #sven #vergil stop being a tsundere

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demon-blood-youths​:

“I wish I could….but I would scare people around here by accident and people might think I’m robbing your place in this attire so this is most discreetly thing I could of done.” Shdwkyz replied coolly. 

When asked, if there is something on his mind. He nods, “Yes. I was wondering if you can watch me and one other friend fighting some feral demons. As a way to evaluate us?” He asked. 

“My brother regularly kicks down my door if I happen to have it locked, trust me a young man knocking at my door would be a sight for sore eyes.” He wants to mention that coming in through the window doesn’t do him any favors in the discreet department, but he fears that conversation is a headache he’d much rather avoid.

“A friend...” He distantly remembers mentions of some sort of pack the boy was apart of. A sigh. “I suppose I can lend you my time.” The book in his hand closes and finds it way home in a nearby shelf. “Go on, lead the way. Let’s see what you and your friend have to offer.”

#of course!! #let vergil unintentionally take them all under his wing #demon-blood-youths