CW: blood + gore
How disgraceful, son of Sparda…
This is a redraw from the cover of Chapter 5 of Visions of V, originally written and drawn by Tomio Ogata.
This one’s a really personal art piece, I know it’s a redraw but it took me 14 hours. I haven’t been this active on Tumblr in 4 years so I don’t remember how often art gets reposted here but please reblog instead of repost…
EDIT: Despite being super active on Tumblr since the early 2010s to 2016, and then being here from time to time till 2018, I have NEVER experienced being an artist here cause I only started doing digital art 2 years ago (before I just did trad art that I never shared), and my previous platforms were Twitter, FB and Instagram. I am feeling overwhelmed by the amount of unconditional love and kindness y’all’ve been giving my artwork in the tags and replies. Yes, I read them all because they’re all so lovely.
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Warnings: smut, mentions of DT, the sparda boys are in heat, fem!reader
The Sons of Sparda go into heat, and this how they deal with it.
Dante
Dante in heat is something else. He literally can not keep his hands off of you.
Even if you do manage to get a moment not pressed into his mattress (good luck lol) he’s following you around like a lost puppy.
He’s so needy, and he tries so hard to be loving but sometimes he loses control.
“You smell so damn good,” he whines as he pulls you close. His cock is rock hard as he presses against your ass. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and you’re very aware of him taking in greedy breaths to inhale your scent. You’d managed to talk your way into a brief reprieve so you could get something to eat, but Dante has been hot on your trail the whole time. His large, strong hands knead and grab at you every chance he gets.
“Dante,” you sigh as your uneaten food stares at you from the counter. “Just one minute, please. I’ll inhale this, I swear.”
Dante whines and presses closer to you. His hands soothe up your shirt and he’s kneading at your tits before you have a chance to stop him. He ruts against your ass again, a needy growl vibrates through his chest.
“I’ll be fast too,” he chuckles. “Then, you can eat.”
“You’re impossible,” you groan.
You turn around in his arms, accepting his deal. Your food still sits on the counter hours later.
Vergil
Vergil tries to hide that he’s in heat. It’s the one weakness he’s found to being a devil.
He tries to play off the fact that he’s constantly in the same space as you as a coincidence. Hoping you don’t notice the way he’s trying his hardest to be as close to you as he can be.
When he finally breaks down, he goes absolutely feral.
Vergil is buried to the hilt. His cock is already throbbing, but he’s only just managed to bully his way inside of you. A soft curse falls from his lips and you have to think over his words to make sure that you heard him correctly.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you ask as your fingers brush through his now ruffled hair. He purrs from the touch, but is soon embarrassed by hiw own neediness. He nuzzles his face against the curve of your neck.
“I didn’t want you to know how weak I am,” he whispers. “I needed you so badly.”
Your fingers soothe through his hair again before running down his back. Vergil has never been easy to love. He has such difficult accepting your kindness. Deep down he lives in constant fear that you’re only with him out of pity. His breeding cycle would be just another burden you bear because of your determination to show him that life is worth living even if every waking moment isn’t dedicated to the pursuit of strength.
“I’m here,” you whisper between soft kisses. “We can get through this together.”
Vergil clings to you as he begins his frantic pace.
Nero
Nero doesn’t even truly understand why his cock is stubbornly hard no matter how much he jerks himself off.
All he can think about is filling you up with his seed. He even feels his skin prickle like he wants to trigger when he thinks about it.
He begrudgingly calls Dante for advice when he starts to put together that this is connected to his heritage.
“Just a little more, baby,” he growls as he begins thrusting again. He’s lying and you both know it. He could keep you like this all night. You’re pinned against his mattress with your legs pushed to your chest. You’d barely had time to come down from the last round. Desperate whines leave you as your walls flutter around his cock.
“You’re doing so good,” he mutters as he kisses you softly. “Making me feel so good.”
Your fingers tangle in his hair and your head falls back against the pillows. A layer of sweat coats your body from the heat eminating off his skin. You can’t remember how many times he’s made you cum at this point. The only hint is the growing wet spot on the sheets, well what remains of them.
“I love you so much,” Nero groans as he keeps driving his cock into you at a dizzying pace.
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