#Kyrie x Reader

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DMC: Family Pet AU – First Breeding Privileges

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Set-Up

After giving you (up to) 2 years to mentally prepare, the time came for you to start fulfilling one of your primary responsibilities. Children needed to be had. Now usually the demon family would fight, sometimes to the death, for first dibs on breeding a Pet. But this was the Sparda family, who loved and respected your feelings. So instead, they gathered in a meeting and unanimously agreed that you may choose whose child you wish to bear first, and within a month you are to announce your decision. Though, if you couldn’t come to a decision yourself, several members were ready to fight for the privilege.

Lady, Eva, Kyrie, and Nico

Being human women, all four were eliminated from the running automatically due to not actually being able to impregnate you.

Eva is at peace with this. She has already experienced pregnancy with her own body, and though she would be lying if she said she wasn’t a bit curious of what it would feel like on the other side of the situation, she also wished for her children to enjoy the pleasure of creating new life.

If you request her to parent your first child, she suppresses her shocked expression and instead gives a genuine smile full of love and sympathy. “My dear,” Eva motions you to sit in her lap. When you do, she holds your pouting face to her chest and pets you. “it’s very sweet of you to think of me. I am honored to have you even consider an old lady like me, but you know that I cannot do this for you, don’t you?”

Kyrie was a naturally nurturing person and would rather be the one getting pregnant. If anything, she was excited to care for you and live vicariously through you during your pregnancy.

If you try asking her to parent your child, she will freeze for a moment in confusion then break out in a light giggle. “Oh my.” She will smile jovially at you as she scratches behind one of your ears. “Such a sweet little thing.”

Nico wasn’t really interested in having kids, at least not at this point in her life. She was still hung up on her own family issues and trying to settle down with the one she suddenly had now with the Spardas. Though she is a little disappointed because “you and I would have made the cutest little munchkins”.

If you try to choose Nico she will blatantly laugh, though she will rein her humor in if you become upset. “Don’t take it personally sweet pea, but I ain’t got the equipment to do that, if you know what I mean.” She gives a playful wink.

Lady was the only one of the four actually upset that she couldn’t be the parent. She was kind of hoping that, through some magical or demonic means, she could maybe pull it off. And she technically could, but not without her becoming a demon like her father did, which was obviously out of the question. She wanted to be a mom but the idea of getting pregnant herself was scary and it would involve asking someone else to help her which would be excruciatingly embarrassing, even if she wouldn’t mind if it happened with a select couple of the other members. And maybe she wanted the satisfaction of having you and shoving it in the face of the twins.

If you come to her and ask her to be the first to breed with you, her disappointment grows tenfold. “God, I wish I could. I want to. You have no idea how badly I want to. But I just… can’t.” At that moment, for but a minute, she truly considers becoming a demon.

Dante

Technically, Dante is the most optimal choice. He is the oldest and strongest of the possible partners that do not already have an heir. This is something he holds over everyone else as a playful jab. In all honesty, he doesn’t feel anywhere near worthy to have a kid. Still, he has always kind of wanted one and he couldn’t ask for anyone better to be the other parent than you. Even as he looks through porn magazines to try and get his mind off the possibility, his face goes red with daydreams of you happily waddling over to him for a kiss with a full belly and later coming home to the excited calls of “Papa!” as his cute little guy or gal waddles over to him. His self-doubts keep him from expressing these more enduring feelings though, instead hiding behind teasing and jokes.

If you are unable to decide and it is left up to a fight, he will naturally stick to his usually cocky and cheeky attitude. But as the fight goes on, he becomes more determined and, if provoked enough, may give in to his demon blood to upgrade the battle into a life-or-death struggle. Someone, most likely Sparda or Trish, may need to step in if Dante and Vergil get each other too heated.

If you choose him though, his facade nearly shatters that instant. His casual smile and posture suddenly flip to that of an excited puppy. If there are other people around he tries to rein it in, both out of wanting to uphold his image and not wanting to risk making others feel worse for having not been chosen. But when you are alone, he is more affectionate than usual. And by the time you hit your second trimester all his restraints are gone as he excitedly prepares his place for his kid and showers you in attention.

“Thank you.” Dante says, making you look down at your lap where he is resting his cheek on your thigh and rubbing a hand over your swelled stomach. “Thank you for choosing me. I’ll be the best damn father I can be.”

Vergil

Vergil already has a son. He and his father are the only ones out of the potential partners who have already secured an heir, and this results in some pressure to not participate in the competition. To step back and let others have the chance to be parents first. But that’s the thing, Vergil never truly got the chance to be a parent. Sure, once he is properly reunited with Nero, Vergil has been trying to form a bond with his son, but he can never make up for all the lost time. Vergil wants another chance to be a father, one in which he can be there for every special moment and lead his child through life’s difficult hurdles.

And so, if the privilege to have you carry his child is left up to a battle, Vergil is ready to fight tooth and nail. It doesn’t matter if he is up against his brother, his father, or even his own son, Vergil has no intention of giving in until he is on death’s door. In reality, others will step in to stop the fight before it gets to that point, but Vergil is ready.

If you instead seek him out to be your first breeding partner, he feels as if the world is giving him a sign. A sign telling him that he can repent for his failure with Nero, even though Vergil had been enslaved and did not choose to abandon Nero. Vergil takes the utmost care in every step of the process. From conception to each trimester and to the birth itself, Vergil has researched every possible thing. This actually gets in the way sometimes, but it is the thought that counts. He wants to do things right, not just by the child but by you as well, who was suffering more than he would like to bring this child into the world. He also tries to integrate Nero into the process by encouraging Nero to spend time with you and him. To speak to his future sibling, to play games of tag when the child is restless, and to be the third, after you and Vergil himself, to hold the baby once they are born. Seeing Nero half lay on your bed so he can get a good look at the bundle in your arms, watching you both smile down at the wriggling baby, cooing things at it like “you’re so cute” and “I’m gonna teach you all sorts of crazy stuff”. Then seeing you both look up at him and excitedly beckon him closer… that was the first time you or Nero saw Vergil cry.

“I can do this.” He finally truly believed. “I can grow a family.”

Nero

Fuck YEEEEESSS! Nero is so ready to have a kid. He’s always wanted to be a dad, to be everything he never had growing up. And ya, he had Kyrie and wanted to have kids with her too, but why can’t he have both? He knew that was a bit selfish, but he loved you both so very much, and maybe the thought of getting you both pregnant ignited a weird but intoxicating masculine pride in him.

So hell ya. If it’s a fight the others want, it’s a fight they’ll get. He’ll pull out all the stops weapon-wise. Thankfully though he hasn’t awakened to his full devil trigger yet so he won’t go into ‘kill or be killed’ mode like his dad or his uncle.

If you pointedly choose him though, he is honestly overly proud. He will parade this information and your full tummy around, usually not intending to offend or rub it into other people’s faces, except sometimes with Dante and Vergil (and maybe Trish if he is mad at her). He wants everyone to appreciate your strength and beauty, and to acknowledge him as a mature adult who can take care of himself and others. People are quick to point out that his giddiness in showing you, and anything to do with his child, off to anyone that would listen was not helping his mission to be seen as mature.

He will be nervous to leave you alone while pregnant, but he will manage to still do his jobs if you are in the care of other family members, especially Kyrie. But if he actually manages to get both you and Kyrie pregnant at the same time, all restraints are off. A family meeting is being held? Unless both of you can safely attend then he’ll pass, someone can give him the 411 later. There’s a mission to do for Devil May Cry? He has a family to deal with that. He has more important places to be. The world is ending? Well, he has to be with his lovers to make sure they and his future children make it through the apocalypse. Okay… maybe he’ll let others watch over you both while he helps. But this better be quick!

V

He knew this was coming, but when the time did come, he still wasn’t sure. He did not really want children. He wasn’t averse to children or having them, but he felt nowhere near ready to father one. Even though he was physically an adult and mature in many ways, he felt far too naïve. He has only existed in his own body for a handful of years and has spent even less time as his own being with individuality. He was comparatively a child to the world, how was he supposed to lead a baby through it? Even if he did indulge in scribing the most beautiful of art in his mind while imagining you with a child he helped create from time to time.

Even so, he was pressured to participate. As the only human eligible to be a breeding partner, other humans in the family (namely Lady and Nico) elected him as some sort of representative and encouraged him to put up a good fight at least. His familiars, primarily Griffon, argued with him every day to assert more dominance in the family, and being the first to impregnate the family Pet would definitely raise his standing. Others egged him on through mocking comments. Some were unintentional, like Sparda and Nero honestly worrying that the battle over you may be too rough for him, while others were very much meant to aggravate him, such as Dante’s playful remarks of V being “too fragile” and Vergil’s assertion that V is “simply too weak”.

If the brawl is to be scheduled, V approaches it with a tired frustration and hidden discomfort. “I suppose I must,” he says over and over with a shrug to get others to stop bothering him about it and to try and work up the nerve in himself. Despite fully expecting to fail, V still trains for the fight and hopes, at the very least, not to leave the fight as an utter disappointment to everyone present. He, in fact, ends up impressing his family.

Everyone is utterly shocked if you ask him to father your first child, including V himself. Whether other people are around when you utter the words or it is just him present, the room falls silent for a long while, wide eyes turning to watch you as if you would throw your hands up and laugh off the joke any moment. It’s Griffon who breaks the silence as he emerges unsolicited to cheer. This becomes a recurring problem, Griffon gloating to everyone that his master was chosen which means his master is better than them. V gets in the habit of calling Griffon back within seconds of sensing the avian’s pride. Shadow is also prideful but at least she simply struts alongside you proudly like you are a queen out for a walk with her faithful pet. V, though taken aback by this sudden responsibility placed before him, does take it with all due respect and seriousness. Though continuing to ask, “are you sure?” even after the baby is born, he will do everything in his power to be the man he needs to be for you and the precious gift you have given him.

Credo

As a loyal follower of Sparda, and later Vergil, and a well-researched man on demonology and society, Credo knew from the moment the idea of adopting a Pet came up in a family meeting that the stream of children would follow soon enough. What he was still trying to wrap his brain around was that he had the privilege of being in the running to have you. He still very much felt like a simple soldier under the great Sparda and his eldest son rather than being part of the Sparda family, even though most of the family had treated him kindly and welcomed him wholeheartedly. Credo also hadn’t really considered being a father before. Having spent most of his life helping to raise his little sister and adoptive brother while also leading the holy knights, he never really stopped to consider what to do with his life outside of these things. If he did take time to consider the possibility, he found that he kind of liked the idea, but the single month between having the meeting and you giving your answer was not enough time for him to come to a clear decision.

In the end, if he was called to the battlefield, he would fight. However, if he was ordered to stand down he would comply. With his lack of commitment at the moment, he treats the fight almost like training. A clash of blades to test each other’s prowess without grievously wounding anyone as they were all on the same side.

If you approach him to be your partner, he stares at you long and hard, his expression seeming to be an angry glare but was actually furrowed in thought. If any of the higher-ranked members of the family are around Credo will look to them before responding to you. What did they think of this? Was this acceptable? Was he acceptable? Whether there are third parties present or not, Credo will say with a straight face, “Thank you for telling me this. Please give me time to think things over.” He gives you a bow and leaves the room before his racing heart and heating face ruins his stoicism.

Credo feels the need to converse with the heads of the family, Sparda and Eva, about this matter. Credo considered inviting Vergil to this meeting but there was a nagging fear in his heart that Vergil would vehemently deny you and him. This was picked up on by Sparda and Eva who recognized it as Credo seeking affirmation and blessing, which they give him. After a bit more consideration he agrees.

“Though I am still unsure of my qualifications, I will stake my honour as the head of the holy knights on providing for you and our child.”

Trish

As a demon, Trish was the only female that could get you pregnant and so was the only woman in the running. This resulted in her feeling just a bit pressured, by other girls in the family and herself, to step up and succeed as a gender representative. Not that she doesn’t want to be a parent with you, far from it. She has always held a maternal instinct that, though somewhat soothed via her teasing mothering of other family members, she knows she won’t truly be vindicated from until she has a kid of her own. Now whether that kid was with you or Lady didn’t matter, both of you were her favorites. But this was a prime opportunity.

If it came down to a fight she would step up to the plate. With the sword Sparda in hand and the cheers of Lady and Nico she would give it her all. But she also was levelheaded enough to not take things too far. No matter how much she wanted a kid, she had no intention or desire to kill her family for it. She would subdue the others, not eliminate them. She knew her limits and the limits of her family and would keep an eye out for how much damage they and herself had taken. If things got bad or those observing became too upset at the violence, her maternal instinct would drive her to abort the fight and try to stop it.

If she is the one you choose, she coos affectionately. “Why of course sweetheart.” She pulls you into a loose hug so she can look at your cute blushing face as she strokes your hair. “Let me handle everything darling, I’ll take such good care of you.” She won’t gloat about it to others, though maybe throw around a teasing remark occasionally. This was mainly between you and her, so she never gave out unnecessary information or listened to others’ unsolicited suggestions, except perhaps from Eva and Sparda out of loyalty and understanding that they knew best in this scenario. Even though she knew you belonged to the family, for the time being, you were primarily hers and she was yours.

Sparda

As the head of the family, Sparda had full right to simply choose whom you bred with first and when. The only thing that would get in his way is any family member who dared fight his authority, which Sparda could only think of Vergil and/or Nero trying such a thing. But that wasn’t the kind of man Sparda was. His eyes have been opened to the kinder ways of humanity and he no longer wishes to continue the cruel treatment of Pets that his kind primarily did. He was also reasonable enough to understand that he already had two strong, healthy, adult (in terms of human biology) children. Though his demon body was formed with the natural intention to live several thousand years and create many offspring in that time, he was mature and self-aware enough to understand that he has had his time as a father and that now it was time to give others a turn. And yet, he couldn’t help his craving to bear children with you. He cherished the experience of having children with Eva and wished to have it again, and again, and again. What an uplifting and proud life he has lived since becoming a father, but with his sons carving new paths in life he desired to bring about more joy into the world. But this he kept contained, only speaking to his wife about it if she could pull it out of him.

Sparda did not intend to participate in the battle for breeding privileges if it came to that. But he may be convinced to join if encouraged by others, whether that be by Eva telling him to follow his desires or his children and grandchild itching to fight him. The fight was admittedly tougher than he had expected, which gave him a rush of demonic violent adrenalin and a surge of fatherly pride at how strong his kin was. This paternal pride is what held him back from letting out his full power though, not wanting to hurt his children’s pride by a swift defeat and still believing that his kin deserved the chance to be parents like he already had.

If you request him to be your first partner, he is able to hold back his pride and excitement to give you a kind but questioning look. “Are you sure Pet? I am flattered but perhaps we should give others the chance first.” He quickly gives in to your pleading eyes and pouts at his gentle rejection though. He lifts you into his arms, just as he did with Eva on their wedding night. “I will be sure not to fall short of your expectations. Now, shall we begin right away?”

Sparda is a family man, and so he does his best to involve as much of the family in the new child’s life. From relying on his patient and considerate wife to help lead you through the highs and lows of pregnancy and childbirth to easing the twins into accepting their new sibling. He also uses the experience as a teaching opportunity for his kin on what to expect from fathering/mothering a child and what they should do. He’ll even encourage others to play at being a parent for practice, assuming you are comfortable with that. It becomes a regular occurrence for all family members to hover around you; figuring out how to hold, cuddle, lift, and support you and your changing body; and to expect the unexpected, sudden, but strong desires you will have, along with knowing how to keep you and the baby safe while they satisfy you in every way.

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[xopinkroses]

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(I write for myself but I'm open to requests!🖤)

𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓜𝓪𝔂 𝓒𝓻𝔂

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Dante x Animal Rescuer!Reader (x)

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Jill Valentine x Reader having a Panic Attack (x)

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Rose's Multiverse Adventure (Resident Evil / God of War) (x)

"I don't feel very much like Pooh today," said Pooh.

"There, there," said Piglet. "I'll bring you tea and honey until you do."

~ 🖤

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[desmond69miles]

Hey look its that one writer who doesn’t remember they had a tumblr blog!

I’ve been not only sick, but I’ve moved a long way from my previous house and with delayed processing I don’t notice things until like three days later it’s insane augh 

There is ZERO (0) Kyrie fanfictions so I wrote something. Enjoy.

AO3 link

Kyrie/Fem!Reader (Reader is taller than Kyrie and has boobs.) NSFW (not extremely explicit.)

Warnings: Devil!Reader, morning sex, oral sex, established relationship, very poorly proofread, 1.9K words.

The warm sun shining through the windows is something you aren't sure you'll ever get used to.

Nothing can prepare you for the warm summers of Fortuna, or the loud bolstering of Kyrie and her brother, Nero. Nothing in the Underworld has ever been as bright as this, and it's one thing to be out and about in the city prepared for it, but it's another thing when the sun flickers through the huge windows in Kyrie's finely decorated bedroom.

The sheets here are soft, but she's softer.

You twist in the fabric trying to get away from the light, but it doesn't matter where you turn, it's  still there.  Warming your fabric-covered back.

It's  everywhere .

Even when you close your eyes, you can't get away from it, and it doesn't help with all of Kyrie's crystals and other trinkets. The rays bounce off and into your skin.

You groan and pull the quilt above your head, pushing yourself down into the mattress for safety, and when that doesn't work, you seek refuge in Kyrie herself. She grumbled softly as she stirred awake, gently slapping her face with her hand and rubbing her eyes. She pats your head when you bury your face into her chest for safety. "What are you doing?" She whispered.

"The sun hurts my eyes," You complain. "Turn it off."

Kyrie chuckled at your words. "I can't do that."

"You're supposed to be an angel," you groan. "You're supposed to be able to do anything."

"I'm only human compared to you and Nero," Kyrie hummed, voice lilted and warming. She was the only light you would accept, the only light you  could  accept.

You sigh and squeeze the brunette, taking the best source of warmth in Fortuna for yourself as Kyrie wraps her arms around you; and that's when you realize how  soft  she is. Every inch of her uncovered skin reminds you of a silk-woven doll, brought to life by clockwork, or perhaps, Sparda himself. You breathe her in, taking a deep, intoxicating breath of her expensive human world soap, and the scented wash Kyrie drenches her sheets in.

The human world might be too bright for your worn eyes, but Kyrie is perfect, and you don't need to  view  to appreciate her. You press a warm kiss in between the valley of her breasts, letting your lips drag down until you find her tummy, warm hands landing on her hips. You press a kiss below her navel, fabric covered but still just as plush.

Kyrie tiredly mumbled your name, a small hand resting on the back of your head. You hummed in response, gently squeezing her upper thigh, poising innocence that worked wonders as you wiggled down a little further until you found the hem of her nightgown and bunch it up just enough for you to slide your hands under it.

Her uncovered skin was so,  so  soft right below her ribs and near her tummy, and you run your fingers over her stomach and below her boobs until Kyrie squirms with a light laugh. You wonder quickly where else she was ticklish, and think that'd be a fun punishment later on.

"It's too early for this, my love." Kyrie gently used the ball of her palm to press against your forehead. "Too early for what?"

If she answered, you ignored her, too busy working the fabric out from beneath her butt to pay attention, but if Kyrie a second ago cared that much about how early it is, the arms wrapping around her waist suggest that she's not too eager to stop you.

There. See? You and Kyrie slot together so easily.  So naturally.  

Sometimes the word girlfriend is said, as a promise; a wish granted to one another. You're often away from Fortuna, gone on devil-hunting missions with Nero, and extension, Dante. Even though you're quick to return to your people,  devils , you're just as quick to come back to Kyrie any chance you get.

This home, here, in the human world, isn't the same as the underworld. The home that Kyrie made, the home that Devil May Cry made, was different.  Frightening , in a way.

You kiss her exposed tummy, pressing sleep-warn lips against her soft flesh, and Kyrie sighs beneath you, more content than she was your first few times.

First  dozen  times.

Eventually, Kyrie loosened up when it came to sex, leaving behind the strict celibate life her parents and The Order raised her in. Kyrie fell into the idea that she's allowed to have the pleasure she deserved, especially when it's given to her by you.  Especially  in times like these where neither of you have to worry about your duties and the daily tasks life encompasses. And if the sun was deciding to be a bitch and be so bright, you didn't know why you couldn't indulge in some pleasure.

Kyrie's sheets cling to you like a second skin as you kiss lower and lower, and Kyrie sighs as her thighs spread wide, open, and inviting. You don't touch her before you press your lips against her thin panties. Whatever Kyrie wears, you want to wear. The clothes are so much softer than the underworld. So much easier to tear, as well. You wonder if she'd be angry if you were to tear a hole in the pristine lace.

Warmth pools near your lips, and Kyrie thinks about how much she's prayed for something like this; someone like you, to Sparda. A nimble moan of your name left Kyrie's mouth.

Your lips tug back into a smile as you imagine the simple impatience on her face. The furrow of her brow, lips pressed into a concentrated pout, similar to a look she'd give a child at the orphanage before scolding them. You consider teasing Kyrie about it. Both openly, because it's sweet to see her brow twinge in laughter, but also like this, where your lips drag against her slow and badgering until Kyrie loses her well-kept composure.

Your index and middle finger slip beneath the crotch area of her panties, tugging the fabric down her thighs. It was  so easy  to learn Kyrie.

You press another kiss to her, right above her hole. Soft, so delicate, swollen and so wet. Kyrie was  perfect.  A sweet angel for  only   you .

She tastes as good as she looks, as well as she behaves, and Kyrie presses against you with her hips. You were careful to not give too much, not wanting to overstimulate your sweet girlfriend, letting her take the motions. Letting her use you.

Kyrie's breath is light, soft, and shallow as you lift her hips up a bit,  just right  for you to wrap your lips around her clit. She moans softly as your tongue flicks against her, her thin hand coming to place atop your head.

She loves you. She loves loving you, and although you've never been the most careful or patient, Kyrie has always smoothed those rough lines around you. Kissing Kyrie, here or anywhere else, is something you both can never rush.

Her clit fits easily between your lips.

You wrap them around it before you led your tongue prod around, spreading Kyrie open before you drag her slick back up over her. She's already so wet just from this. When is she not, really?

Usually, there's more fondling, more kissing, more kisses and bites to her neck before Kyrie is ready for more than just a swipe of a hand, but it seems like you weren't the only one who woke up with ideas for how to spend this bright morning.

Maybe you dreamed of each other. You'd give anything to know.

On a particularly rough nip to Kyrie's inner thigh, the brunette dug her nails into your scalp, but with the sheet in the way, you can only giggle. Kyrie chuffs above you. It's  unladylike.

You don't mind when she says something you do is unladylike. So is eating your girlfriend out on the kitchen counter while she was cooking breakfast, but that's never stopped either of you.

Doesn't she deserve this?

Keeping sane between Nero, Nico, and sometimes Dante and Vergil is exhausting. While everyone did an alright job at maintaining peace (alright said lightly, when were the twins ever calm?), there were always fights. Most times people looked to Kyrie for defusal. You tried to help when you were out of the underworld, although your girlfriend would often refuse.

If diving between her legs and licking her clean keeps your girlfriend so sweet, then in the order of Sparda, consider her licked and lavished.

Kyrie would quickly kill you if you ever said any of this out loud.

"[Name], that's indecorous."

Yeah? And what's this?

Kyrie groans, the palm on the back of your head pressing down firmly, anchoring you to her sopping cunt. Sparda, she tasted even better when you were hungry. Sweeter than any human treat, warmer than any fireplace you knew, and you devour Kyrie until neither of you can breathe properly. Not that you needed to breathe, anyway.

Kyrie keens for you, arching her hips up to your mouth until her clit slides against your tongue. You're content in your place, allowing her to grind against your face in these last few moments of the bed before you both have to get up and do the tasks of daily life.

You slip a finger inside, gently curling it in a 'come here' motion, continuing to work her with your tongue, and Kyrie squirms and whines before her well-trimmed nails scratch your scalp beneath the sheet. She's scratched your back up worse, and you've never been mad about it.

"Go-Gonna-!"

You kiss harder and then suck her swollen clit, moving your finger in and out faster, yet with an air of laziness. Kyrie cries until her voice breaks, cracking like glass and you nearly come yourself just from the sound alone.

She shakes when she comes, trembling as her thighs clamp around your head, one of her feet pushing against your back. Words, profanities, tumble out of her mouth, words she would swear her life on she doesn't know. Fuck, Kyrie couldn't care. She loves you so much, she would take on an entire army of demons if it meant protecting you. Not that she could, you always teased.

You pull off of her with a gasp, Kyrie becoming boneless jelly. Your hands wander around her stomach, squeezing her boobs teasingly before moving back down to her thighs, pushing them off your shoulders so you could shimmy up. You wipe the slick from your mouth with the sheet, the bedroom air cooling your heated cheeks. The sun stings your eyes but you couldn't care as you flopped next to her, pulling Kyrie's now sweaty form towards you.

"Care to explain yourself?" Kyrie says, out of breath and flushed. She lifts her leg to wrap around your waist, panting as she rests her head on your boobs.

"You need to put some curtains up." You say, kissing the top of her head and patting her thigh. "Me? This was your solution?" You chuff at her words, grabbing one of her silk pillows and cramming it onto your face. Away from the sun, although you still felt it crawling on your skin.

"You'll get used to it, I promise." She sweetly said, littering kisses around your shoulder and collarbones. You groaned loudly, exaggerated and drawn out.  Shush , you thought.

"I forgot to mention," Kyrie started, you huffed, " Nico has something new for you to try."

"Yeah?"

"You'll have to stay in the overworld with our horrible sun for another day."

"You're going to kill me."

#kyrie x reader #dmc x reader #dmc smut #devil may cry x reader #kyrie devil may cry x reader #kyrie devil may cry

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Dante & Vergil with their s/o hunting bloodthirsty mosquitoes (+Nero with Kyrie doing the same)

Pairings: Dante x Reader; Vergil x Reader; Nero x Kyrie Summary: Oh, summer. Heatwaves, short clothes, ice cream... And mosquitoes. A human hunting down a mosquito is one thing, but a half-demon? Well, those little hellish beings better be ready for it. Author's notes: You're probably thinking yours truly lost all her sanity, and you're probably right. It's the second day of spring here where I live and it's so freaking hot, the only thing I've been able to eat the last few days was ice cream. It's usually hot as hell here in Brazil, but not this time of the year - December/January/February are the most unbelievably hot months in my city. And, of course, the mosquitoes have to rise from hell itself to buzz in your ears while you try to sleep and suck your blood, ginving you terrible rashes in the morning. I killed four of them the past two days and yesterday, I had to enlist my sister to help hunt one of them down. This little fic might have something to do with that incident xD

I had to write something and laugh at all those goofs trying to be functional normal humans. That's it. It's all ridiculous fluff and laughs while melting from too much heat, hope you guys enjoy ^^

Dante

“Ya know, if ya clap those really fast, you might summon a demon.”

You just looked back at Dante with murder in your eyes.

The red devil stood by the stairs, having his arms crossed and leaning by the guardrail, that characteristic grin spreading across his lips.

You wanted to throw the flip flops in your hands right at his face – maybe that would get rid of that insufferable cocky smile.

Sometimes you understood Vergil in a soul level.

“If said demon decimates the freaking mosquito who’s been testing my sanity for the past hour, I’m all in.” You turned your eyes back to the ceiling, searching for that single little thing that took peace away from you that day.

The shop wasn’t the most comfortable place in the world, that you had to admit, but the last couple of days were hotter than the layers of fire in Hell itself – Vergil would argue, but even he realized it wasn’t wise to discuss with you when you were melting faster than an ice cream on asphalt.

The heat, however, brought along the mosquito wave.

Hence why you were on the top of Dante’s desk, barefoot, sporting your peak summer style, flip flops ready to kill. Hearing Dante making fun of that situation wasn’t really aligned to your mood at that moment.

“Eh, already…?” Dante still had the smile plastered on his lips, casually approaching the desk. He was one to talk: given how hot it was, he was wearing only his pants, completely barefoot and shirtless – and even then, you questioned how he could walk around with those heavy, black pants without falling apart. “Thought these little fuckers would take a lot more time to appear.”

“Well, apparently they thought the same and figured a surprise attack would be more efficient.” You just heard his giggle as you kept on looking everywhere near the ceiling, round and round the desk. Dante rested his arms on it, casually looking up to watch you.

He couldn’t deny, it was funny. All that made him smile and relax: it was so mundane, so… Human. To think one day he’d be at his shop with his most beloved being in all dimensions, worrying about heatwaves and nagging mosquitoes; watching as you practically danced around on his desk, hunting mosquitoes with all the might in the world. As if you both didn’t hunt demons for a living.

As if life was just like that… Perfectly mundane.

“You give’em more credit than they deserve, babe.” Dante leaned his head in one of his hands, watching you with dreamy eyes. At the peak of your annoyance, you never thought the son of Sparda would look at you so lovingly – then again, he wasn’t an ordinary man.

“Oh, I don’t think so, hot stuff.” Your answer was mindless, making Dante open a huge, radiant smile, sparkling as much as his eyes. “Those things come directly from the layers of Hell, I’m certain of it.” You finally put your arms down, looking back at Dante and finding him with that unexpected expression. “What…?”

“You called me hot stuff, hot stuff.” He winked back, making you realize your ‘mistake’.

It wasn’t really a mistake. But Dante would definitely become even more insufferable with that.

“I blame the mosquitoes from Hell.” Your answer was ridiculous but sure, making Dante burst into laughs as he circled the table to sit on his big chair.

“That’d be a great name for a metal band. The Mosquitoes From Hell.” He laughed even more, resting his feet on a small spot on the table, making sure it wouldn’t interfere with your hunt.

“There you go. You, Verge and Nero can play together now.” You didn’t have much fun in your voice, going back to searching your nemesis in the air. Dante snorted a laugh, knowing you were joking – even if you were too focused to make it obvious.

“Dressed as vampires, it’d be perfect!”

But you couldn’t remain too serious around Dante for a long time. As soon as he added that, you closed your eyes, resting your wrists on your waist, letting out a sigh along a laugh. Imagining them all dressed as vampires, playing together as mosquitoes from Hell was too much – Dante now had your attention, beating the rogue mosquito you couldn’t find anymore.

You eyed him back, having a half smile on your lips. Dante was relaxed as he could be, his arms on the back of his head, helping him rest as he watched you with all the interest in the world.

“C’mon. I’d be one hell of a vampire!” Once again, he had that smile on his lips – sprinkled with a little more happiness now that you were into it.

“You’d be the sexiest one for sure, Mr. it’s-too-hot-to-wear-shirts.” You pointed back at him with one of the flip flops still in your hand, making Dante smile even more – a little blushed, but that could be because of the heat. “Dante!”

Without thinking twice, he caught your hand and pulled you to him, making you both rock on the chair violently as you tried not to end up on the floor. But Dante was strong and used to a lot more difficult tricks, having you on his lap, both legs secured by one of his hands on his right side. You had to let go of the flip flops, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, as both of you laughed.

“A reckless vampire too!” You finally put some distance between your faces as you were finally settled, finding Dante’s blushed cheeks as he laughed while still looking at you with adoration in his eyes. “Well, well. You got my attention now, cowboy.”

If only Dante knew how much you loved seeing him like that – completely human, vulnerable, having fun, as if none of the heavy burdens from his past weighted on his soul anymore.

“I’m happy, then. I was feeling a little ignored, babe.” He chuckled back, still blushing. Whenever it was hot like that, Dante had a tendency to be as red as an apple – and you didn’t complain. In a certain way, it was cute. As cute as a half-demon son of Sparda could be.

“I’m never ignoring you, babe.” You murmured, brushing some of his stray white hair away from his eyes, giving room to those beautiful skies that always allowed you to see his soul. Dante would always allow you to see him like that. “You better be ready for some undivided attention.”

“Hmmm, I could use a little o’ that…”

You barely waited for Dante to finish his sentence, catching his lips in a slow kiss. Dante rested one of his hands on the back of your neck, after brushing some of your hair back.

It was hot as Hell, yes. But not even that would stop you from loving your red devil.

Only one thing ever could.

mmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEppppPPPPP!

“Fuck, you weren’t kiddin’…!” Dante immediately let go of your lips, having the peak of annoyance in his beautiful blue eyes. “Where’s that little shit?! Did you hear it too?!”

“That’s precisely what I’ve been through for the last hours, my beloved.” You had the most annoyed smile plastered on your lips, eyes closed as if you were trying to maintain yourself calm. “I told you. When you least expect it, that spawn from Hell will meep furiously in your ears, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Oh, there is.” Now Dante put you aside, taking your flip flops and climbing on the desk. “I’m gonna obliterate that lil’ bastard!”

“Now that I’d love to see.” Oh, how tables had turned. There you were, sitting on his big chair, arms crossed, cocky grin in your lips, watching that brick house of a man using his enhanced demonic senses to find the darn mosquito. “Who would’ve known. Good to deal with demonic pests and mundane pests.”

“Oh, look who’s bein’ all funny now!” Dante glanced you again, but he himself couldn’t refrain from laughing. “Guess I’m the full package, huh?”

“That just makes you hotter, if you wanna know.” You had a matter-of-fact tone, leaning back on the chair and resting your feet on the table. “Nothing like a man who can fight and love like Aragorn as well as cook some damn good potatoes and look after the house like Samwise Gamgee.”

“You know what they say, get yourself a man who can do both. Found ya!”

You could swear Dante’s voice had a tinge of his trigger distortion as the red devil finally found his foe flying around his head. Dante tried a few slaps, but the mosquito was too close for him to be able to kill it. Using the flip flops to fan it away from him, you both lost the mosquito for a while, remaining quiet. Dante used all of his senses to finally see it nearing the couch – with a deadly aim, he one-shot his pray with your flip flop, too fast and lethal for the thing to run away.

The mosquito was no more – its remains were glued on the sole of your flip flop in a stain of blood.

“That was so hot.” You were mesmerized and a little bit jealous of his abilities not only to hunt demons but now, to hunt mosquitos as well. Dante really was the whole package.

“I’m startin’ to question your definition of hot, babe.” Dante let out a good laugh, sitting on the edge of the desk, legs dangling by your side.

“Everything you do, basically.” You shrugged, getting up from the chair to be at least almost his size. Standing between his legs, you wrapped your arms around his neck, ruffling his soft white hair back in order to see his eyes – those eyes you loved so much, so vulnerable and loving towards you. “Thank you so much for saving my desperate human soul, hot stuff.”

“I’m always at your service, pretty eyes.” Dante’s answer was almost a murmur as he leaned to catch your lips with his one more time. “No interruptions this time.”

You laughed between his words and kisses, ready to spend the rest of the night loving him unconditionally.

That is. If you both didn’t hear another approaching MEEP into your ears.

“You gotta be kidding me.” You sighed, throwing your head back.

“Get all the shoes, babe. Those lil’ shits have no idea what they got themselves into.”

Of course, you both had other plans for that night – involving a lot of love, kisses and giggles between you, as time stopped and you could enjoy yourselves, even with that relentless heatwave. The night was spent, though, with you both viciously hunting mosquitoes, keeping scores, making bets between yourselves, drinking beer and eating the leftover cold pizza in the fridge.

It wasn’t what people would consider a perfect evening – but, whenever you were together, things were certainly a lot more entertaining. As you and Dante took refuge in his room, finally getting rid of all the mosquitoes, you lied tiredly in each other’s arms, laughing about your hunt that night, until you fell asleep without a single meep to wake you up.

And that, you would say, was perfect.

Vergil

“I need to enlist your help for a mission, my love.”

Vergil was immediately serious. It was funny how you could watch him change his demeanor – you once told Dante it was like when Marilyn Monroe put on her persona and suddenly people were aware she was there and Dante never allowed his brother to have a single moment of peace upon knowing that.

But it was true. It took some time, but Vergil slowly allowed his shoulders to rest relaxed whenever you were around. His eyebrows weren’t as harsh, his jaw wasn’t tensed all the time. You could see how his forehead remained smooth, how his long hands rested calmly somewhere instead of constantly gripping some invisible weapon. His breath turned slower and smoother, his focus allowing him to plunge completely into his beloved books instead of remaining always with a steady eye on his surroundings.

Whenever you were around, Vergil was safe – of that, he was sure. He had his moments of slipping up, of having his survival instincts make him suddenly tense up and remain vigilant. But you managed to bring a peace to him he never thought he would experience before – and Vergil always allowed himself to slowly, very slowly, relax again.

When you were serious, though, survival-mode Vergil came back to the surface: shoulders tensing, eyes turning into steely blocks of ice, hands closing in fists, gazing you intently while waiting for anything to suddenly appear so he could kill it with just a glare. It was his famous ‘dark aura’ as you called, and not even Dante had that – it was Vergil’s special power and it could make the bravest of demons run away with just a stare.

“What happened?” Vergil’s voice was cold and low, carrying not only all his worry, but his rage.

“The worst creature from Hell has ascended to test us.” You spoke solemnly but there was something quite not right with your tone. Nevertheless, Vergil was even more weary: he was ready to void-cut your way to Nero’s place so you could be safe while he dealt with whatever it was that decided to haunt you. “There’s a huge mosquito in the bedroom. I can’t work properly and, trust me, we will never get a good night of sleep with that thing buzzing around.”

“A… Mosquito…?” Now Vergil slowly crossed his arms, looking down at you. He still had his shoulders tense, jaw locked and stoic look in his eyes, but you knew those would water down after a while – the most important thing was the ‘dark aura’: as soon as he realized you were both safe and there was nothing to worry too much about, it vanished just like Marylin Monroe did whenever she didn’t want to be recognized.

It was impressive, really.

“Yes. And don’t you dare mock me.” You pointed right at him as soon as it seemed Vergil was ready to scold you for being foolish – something that looked quite similar to when he was about to go in a fight. “You can be my guest and try to sleep with the mosquitoes, I’ll sleep on the couch if I need too. But those things will not rob me of my sanity.”

“Hmmm. It’s been a while I don’t see one…” With those words, Vergil followed you to your shared bedroom, having just come out of his shower into that mess. “It makes sense. I believe they come out when the weather is hot, right…?”

“Oh, c’mon. You have to have these little things in Hell. It’s practically a mini-demon spawn with wings and tiny horns imbued in it to drive you crazy.” As soon as you finished your description, Vergil had to close his eyes and do his best to not snort a quick laugh – something he wasn’t really successful at. “You can’t possibly make me believe those weren’t made by the forces of evil to suck blood and endlessly annoy all living beings.”

“We have worst in Hell.” Vergil’s look at you was still strict, but his silver eyes had a tinge of care. He would never admit out loud – and he almost wouldn’t admit even to himself – but the way you talked, the way you eloquently described things to amuse not only him but yourself as well always seemed adorable to Vergil.

You, in the other hand, eyed him with notes of annoyance while resting your hands on your waist. You were the face of the summer that day, having seriously considered being only in your underwear during a few moments, completely out of not being able to tackle the sudden heatwave. Vergil had his dark pajama pants on, his torso covered by a white sleeveless shirt, completely barefoot and his hair slicked back – still wet from the almost cold shower he just took.

Whenever you questioned his heat resistance – afraid that he would die from the heatwave out of not wanting to show too much of his skin ‘like his stupid brother’ all the time – Vergil would just glare you and answer with ‘I’ve had worse”.

You knew he was talking about Hell. In a way, Vergil was quite different than everyone else because of all the things he got used to or desensitized in Hell – heat was only one of them. Vergil could go days without eating, without sleeping, he could endure a lot of pain and dismiss lethal wounds to keep on fighting, and so on… But his sense of taste was also a lot more sensitive, specially regarding sweet foods, as well as his sense of smell – when it came to delightful scents Vergil could notice them a mile away but he could also feel sick from being overwhelmed after a while; with foul scents, though, he had a higher tolerance, getting used to them after only a few seconds. Soft textures and lullabies could also get him by surprise, making him always wonder if there was something hidden behind those.

You could make a list of things that Vergil reacted differently or had been desensitized after his long time in Hell – and the heatwave from that day was certainly one of the items in your list.

“Well… Where is it?”

“It was on the ceiling. I climbed up on the bed trying to reach it, but it’s too far away for me.” You sighed, looking back at him. “I don’t know where it is now. We’ll have to hunt it.”

“You are aware that climbing furniture is very dangerous, right?” Vergil spoke slowly, in the same rhythm his steps casually walked around the bedroom.

“Oh, yes. I hunt demons for a living, but climbing a bed to kill a mosquito is going to be my downfall.” Having your flip flops already on your hands, you couldn’t refrain from answering him with sarcasm.

“Even Achilles had his blind spots.” And as much as you hated it, you had to recognize when Vergil was right. “It will take too long to find it this way. It’s easier if we allow it to come to us.”

“Hmmm… That’s a very good idea, hadn’t thought of that before.” You stopped by his side, both of you observing the room with smart eyes.

“You once mentioned they are attracted to breathing.” Vergil looked back at you, making you nod in return. With that confirmation, he started breathing heavily in order to attract the mosquito.

“Good idea. I’m going to turn off the lights too, they seem to leave wherever they are in search for another light source.”

Vergil just agreed with his head as you turned off the lights and stopped by his side, both of you breathing heavily, trying to lure your prey out of its hiding spot.

In all his life, after all he had done, all he sacrificed and all the souls he destroyed – including his own – Vergil never thought he would be doing something so… Ordinary. Stupid even. There were you, in the dark, breathing weirdly to attract a simple mosquito in order to give you some peace of mind.

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling, even if a little bit. If he could wish for something, he would wish for ordinary days with you for the rest of his life. Dealing with broken showers in the bathroom, fixing a leaking sink in the kitchen, having all the lights go out and depend only on candles, sit by your side reading thousands of recipes trying to understand why a pie backfired in the oven… All painfully mundane things, but so human. So heartwarming to the soul.

It was a kind of peace Vergil knew he did not deserve after all his actions – after all the blood he had shed. But it was something for him to hope for; and human hearts always kept hope inside even if it was an unlikely sort of hope, right?

As you turned on the lights once more, you and Vergil remained with your breathing technique – but none of you could see even a wing of the mosquito. After a few seconds, you had to look at each other.

“We look quite ridiculous, don’t we…?” With your question, not even Vergil could keep serious – both of you started laughing, shaking your heads in unison.

“We can always wait and see if it appears again.”

But as soon as Vergil let those words out of his lips, both of you picked up the characteristic buzzing of a mosquito around the room. Turning your heads immediately, you could see how Vergil had his hunting glare on: carefully scanning his surroundings, the mosquito wouldn’t escape the vicious Dark Slayer.

“Over there!” You threw one of your flip flops towards it, missing for just a little bit.

The shoe was followed by a small, bright blue summoned sword – and that one didn’t miss.

“Wow. Who would’ve guessed, summoned swords have domestic purposes as well.”

“They are very useful for a great number of things.” Vergil shook his head, letting out a breathy small laugh. But then, his hunting eyes were back. “Did you hear that…?”

“What…?” You froze in place, glancing around the bedroom, trying to listen to what he had picked up. Vergil took one of his fingers to his lips, signaling for you to listen carefully right after, making you focus even more.

Those things didn’t happen all the time – but they would be as unexpected as a shooting star crossing the sky. All of a sudden, catching you by surprise, Vergil’s hands rested on your hips, his lips planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Ah!” But of course. Even if Vergil was careful and didn’t do things as suddenly – or as aggressively – as his twin brother when it came to surprises, you did get startled, tripping on your own feet as he kissed you. “Verge!”

“Y/n! Be careful!” Vergil tried to hold you as best as he could. Your hands entangled, one of his arms trying to embrace your waist and pull you back to him. He lost his balance, though, tripping alongside you and trying to stop whatever was happening – as long as you didn’t get hurt, it would be alright for him.

As unexpected as his kiss was, you both ended up falling on the bed – which, at least, was a fluffy fall. Until, that is, a loud crack resonated through the room. Vergil still held you tight in his arms, your fingers intertwined as you felt the bed giving in under your weight.

When all went silent, you and Vergil both exchanged looks, still trying to understand what happened.

It didn’t take too much to remember your bed was a little wobbly – because of Vergil’s recurrent nightmares, you had a couple accidents with the Yamato, chipping at the bed and having to fix it until you had time to buy a sturdier one. With the weight of the both of you falling on it, the bed couldn’t take it anymore and cracked in pieces.

“I blame the mosquito.” You whispered silently, making Vergil immediately bury his head on your neck.

You could hear a muffled laugh – not loud, but comfortable, as he would always be around you. Resting one of your hands on his wet hair, you smiled as you felt his shoulders finally relax, his jaw losing the tension as Vergil kissed your neck.

“We will look for a new bed tomorrow morning.” He sighed, still wondering if all of that was one of Mundus’ illusions before he woke up once more in Hell, having his soul broken even further.

If it was, Vergil closed his eyes and wished for it to last a little longer this time.

“I don’t mind sleeping on the couch for a while.” You ran your fingers through his hair, making Vergil lean his weight on his arms in order to look into your eyes. There was nothing in there that could point to Mundus’ tricks – your eyes were filled with adoration and a slight tinge of melancholy, a mixture particular to you that always made him secretly breathless and completely vulnerable. “As long as you’re around, anything works for me.”

Vergil always found something quite interesting when you were around. All his life, he believed there were words for everything – and all could be expressed through prose, through a painting of words into a masterpiece. Upon meeting you, though, he realized some things had no words in any languages he knew that could express what he wanted to say – the only thing he could do was to kiss you back with all the admiration that stirred inside his chest.

Indeed, sleeping on the couch was far from perfect. But having your head safe and sound on his chest while he played with your hair, with you listening to his heartbeat as you always enjoyed to do…Vergil thought not even Heaven could be more perfect than that – and he asked whatever could listen to allow him to live such an ordinary, human life for as long as he could.

Because as long as you were around, anything worked for him.

Nero

“Hey, Kyrie…? I was thinking maybe we can move those shelves from the bedroom to the…”

If there was a thing Nero used to do quite often, that thing would be already talking without even making sure the other person was listening. Usually while still walking towards them, screaming in the distance, barely paying attention to said person.

He seriously questioned why he and Kyrie decided to clean and solve all the little issues in their house on the hottest day of the year – but then again, it was a sudden heatwave and no one was expecting it. Nevertheless, his white tank top was already drenched in sweat, his pair of jeans definitely too hot for that day and he was doing something he never did in his life: working barefoot.

Having a piece of furniture he was tinkering with in his hands, he approached the living room so he could tell Kyrie his brilliant idea of moving the shelves to the garage – decluttering the bedroom and having more storage where they actually needed. As he looked up, though, Nero most definitely didn’t expect that sight.

Kyrie was wearing the shortest pair of shorts she could find at home – flimsy, delicate, from her pajamas – and a sports bra. That’s it. Her hair was tied in a bun, while she had a spatula on one of her hands, completely barefoot on top of the kitchen counter island. Her skin glistening with sweat, while she viciously looked for something.

Nero didn’t want to blush. He wasn’t going to blush. He pursed his lips and did his best to control all of his feelings – after all, he could control his devil trigger, controlling blushing because of seeing that goddess of a woman right on their kitchen wearing almost nothing and being absolutely gorgeous shouldn’t be harder, right…? Right…?! It shouldn’t. Nero wasn’t…

He was blushing. Like a bell pepper.

“Oh, Nero! I didn’t listen to what you said, I’m sorry…!” Kyrie was a little startled upon seeing him – and she certainly took the blushing as his response to how hot the day was rather than anything else.

“What… Did you know climbing furniture is dangerous?!” After the initial shock, though, Nero’s protective instincts towards his loved ones had to kick in. Approaching the island in a hurry, he had his hands on his waist, but ready to get Kyrie out of there.

“Oh, I do, don’t treat me like a child.” Even though her answer was annoyed, Kyrie dismissed his comment with a sigh and a slight smile: she would never complain about how protective Nero was towards her. She would always appreciate that. “But I’m trying to solve a problem on my own.”

“Well, the only problem I see here is you on top of the counter, beautiful.” Nero rested his hands on the cold stone, slightly considering laying down on it to get rid of the heat. Maybe standing on it wasn’t that bad, but he would never endorse such dangerous behavior on her side. “C’mon. Lemme help you down.”

“Hey! I’m doing some hunting, I won’t climb down now!” Kyrie now had her hands on her waist, finally looking down at Nero and finding his always attentive but loving aquamarine eyes. She could never get angry at those eyes, he definitely was her soft spot. “I’ve been doing this for the past half-hour. It’s ok, Nero.”

“Wait, what? Huntin’? What’s the matter?!” It was like she flipped a switch in Nero. Suddenly, there was the devil hunter, always aware of his surroundings, ready to sucker-punch any clueless demon that appeared in front of him. All of this got amplified with the fact that Kyrie was around and he would be damned if anyone even thought about touching her in his presence.

She had to giggle. It was almost a natural response even. Nero could have all the pose he wanted – he could be the troublesome punk with a dirty mouth and short-tempered behavior all he wanted – but Kyrie could always see the man he was underneath all that. In his aquamarine eyes, Kyrie has ever seen a sweet man, gentle, worried about his friends, loyal and caring, ready to sacrifice everything and anything for his loved ones. The punk attitude could fool everyone else but her.

And Kyrie had to admit, Nero looked as cute as a badass demon hunter could be when she saw everything that was under his short-tempered answers, ready to get into a fight – the love, the care and the immediate instinct to protect at all costs.

He looked up at her, clueless for a few moments. Kyrie would always look like a little angel in Nero’s eyes, with a giggle resembling little silver bells on a golden morning. Her cheeks slightly blushing, her beautiful hair starting to fall over her face, her rose-pink lips so delicate as her warm brown eyes watched him with care.

“It’s nothing like that, silly…” Her voice was always soft, so different than everything else Nero had always heard. Since the beginning, he was always used to being treated harshly or with indifference, but Kyrie was the first one to offer him comfort and love. He always thought falling for her was inevitable, as they were meant to be from the moment their eyes crossed for the first time. “I’m having mosquito problems.”

“Mosquito problems…?” And suddenly, all that wave of adrenaline washed off his body. Nero could be calmer, it wasn’t anything to be horribly worried at. Leaning over the kitchen counter, he smiled up at his little angel. “All that ‘cause of a lil’ mosquito…?”

“Oh, don’t downplay it like that!” Kyrie pretended to be mad, lightly slapping one of his arms with the spatula. As Nero giggled, she started looking around again. “I’ve been on that for the past half-hour. I’ve been trying to catch it but it’s too fast!”

“We can always try some pesticide.” As soon as Nero suggested, Kyrie glanced at him.

“Nero. Last time we tried pesticide, you almost died from the smell. We had to ask Dante to sleep at the shop, remember?” Of course, he didn’t. Nero had probably erased that memory out of his head, but Kyrie would forever be there to remind him: out of the two, he was the most sensitive with strong chemical smells, specially cleaning products and pesticides, given his demonic heritage. Nero would never want to admit it out loud, but it was true.

“Oh… Yeah.” As always, Nero would do his best to change subjects – thanking the heatwave for the first time for serving as a perfect cover for his blushing. “But ya know, killin’ it with a spatula isn’t the best thing in the world. Actually, killin’ it isn’t like you at all.”

“Well, I get rashes every time they bite me. I must be allergic to something.” Kyrie sighed, finally approaching Nero on the counter. He stepped back for a bit and she put the spatula away, sitting in front of him, legs hanging from the counter. “And you were sort of allergic too when we were kids.”

“Ah, yeah, I remember… Got some pretty nasty itches all over my arms.” Nero let out a quick laugh, unconsciously resting his hands on Kyrie’s thighs. She was warmer than usual – not as much as him though – and her skin was soft, slightly damp. As a reflex, he lightly caressed her tights with his thumbs while talking – and Kyrie thanked the heatwave for hiding the real reason she was blushing at that moment. “You’re right, I’ll give ya that. Mosquitoes aren’t allowed in this house.”

“Thank you.” Her voice was a small whisper, Kyrie still trying to control her heartbeat. She wasn’t half-demon like Nero though, and her human heart would always follow her own feelings instead of whatever her mind was trying to control. “Do you think you can help me with it?”

“I can always help you with anything, princess.” His aquamarine eyes sparkled with care as Nero leaned forward to place a very not rushed at all kiss on her angel lips. Kyrie cradled his face with both of her hands, smiling into his lips – Nero always tasted honey-sweet to her, no matter the situation. “Alright, angel, time to deal with your mosquito. Where’s the lil’ bastard?”

“It was flying around the ceiling. I managed to slap it a couple of times but, as you said, spatulas aren’t that efficient.” She let go of him, watching lovingly as Nero got a couple of shoes he had left in the kitchen while cleaning the bedroom floor. “What are you going to do with so many shoes…?”

“Well, I got a trick up my sleeve.” With a wink, Nero’s ice blue trigger claws appeared behind his back like a set of wings, catching one shoe in each of its hands. Kyrie couldn’t stop laughing. “Ya know, demons have their domestic uses, we can be pretty handy at home.”

“That was awful, Nico would love it!” Kyrie couldn’t stop laughing and giggling as Nero climbed on the kitchen counter, armed with two pairs of shoes.

He wasn’t lying: his trigger could be very helpful when doing chores. That was how he always did whatever he needed to do around the house in half of the time: Nero literally had control over another set of hands to help.

As Nero used all his enhanced senses to find the mosquito and start hunting it with four relentless shoes, Kyrie watched him with what one would think it was too much admiration in her eyes for such a trivial thing. Even though it was mundane, it wasn’t trivial to her: nothing was trivial when it came to spending time with someone she loved, especially Nero.

When others would see a half-demon creature, Kyrie would see the human she loved so much. And not only that – they started dating when they were teens, yes, they grew up together and soon that young love matured over time – Kyrie didn’t see her boyfriend, but a man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and who would be such a great husband and father.

Nero would deny if she ever told him that, of course. But Kyrie could see how he played with the children, how he scolded them in such a fatherly way when needed, how he always seemed to have so much patience even if he hid it under a short-tempered demeanor. Nero would make the best dad jokes, he would build the best pillow forts, he would stay awake into the night to care for his children when they would get sick… Kyrie could make a list of things Nero would certainly do as a father – and would excel at it.

“C’mon… Where did it… A-ha! Found it! No escape now!”

She was brought up from her thoughts as soon as Nero exclaimed those words, all four pieces of shoes ready to attack. The mosquito had nowhere to go: he threw one shoe, calculated the route the mosquito would fly over, and threw the other three in a row – faster than she could even think about it. The mosquito was caught in the second shoe, but, if that hadn’t happened, it would had found certain death in the other shoes.

“Job done, princess! Your nights will be peaceful and mosquito-less again!” Nero’s trigger hands disappeared as he bowed to Kyrie – who just laughed and applauded as he did so.

“Thank you so much, brave knight!” She had to joke around. Nero had this thing of calling her princess ever since they were teens – and he never knew how much her heart jumped inside of her chest every time he did that. To counter it and be able to hide how much she loved him in Fortuna, Kyrie would always call him something like that back as a joke, so the elders would think they were just playing. It sort of became their thing after a while – and she quite enjoyed it. “I think it’s my turn to repay you.”

“Eh, no need…” With a sigh, Nero sat by Kyrie’s side on the counter, legs dangling from it as well. He was a lot taller than her, but not even his feet couldn’t reach the floor from where they were sitting. “I’ll do it a thousand times if I have to.”

Looking at her, Nero allowed a caring smile to fill not only his lips but his eyes as well. While so many people saw only fire and rage, Kyrie had the privilege of seeing love and vulnerability inside that aquamarine sea.

Placing one of her hands on his cheek, Kyrie pulled Nero for a kiss – soft, long and calm. Nero was taken aback for a few seconds before melting into it, placing his hands on her hips and finding her soft skin. It seemed like a bolt of lightning went up their spines as Nero caressed her sides and ran his hand on her silky, slightly damp back.

“Oh, what were you saying about the bedroom before…?” Her question was a whisper as Kyrie parted the kiss – both of them blushing and vaguely breathless.

“Nothin’ that matters. The shelves can wait.” Nero dismissed it quickly, pulling her back to a kiss – both of them laughing between each other’s lips.

The house was a mess as they were cleaning everything: the kitchen and the bedroom seemed like they were torn apart, with clothes and shoes lying everywhere, books finding temporary solace somewhere else, and everything looking like it was turned upside down.

Spending time with each other, though, was a bigger priority. They would order some pizza and sleep on the couch under a light bedsheet so they wouldn’t get caught by surprise in case Nico decided to visit all of a sudden in the morning – but they wouldn’t pass the opportunity of loving each other.

As the night settled, they rested on the couch, Nero cradling Kyrie safely in his arms, as they talked the night away, always blushing from being so intimate with each other – that would never change, no matter how many years had gone by.

While watching Kyrie giggling from one of his stupid jokes, looking like an angel resting her head on his chest, Nero blushed even more while laughing alongside her and playing with her hair. He would always be a fool for her.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get a glass of cold water for you?” Kyrie whispered into the night, the humming of the fan they found in the back of the garage making the weather a little bit more bearable. “You look like a tomato, dear.”

“Oh, it’s ok. It’s chillier now, my temperature will go down soon.” Nero smiled back at her, wondering how Kyrie could be so radiant. No supernatural creature could top that. “No need to worry, angel. Thank you.”

Obviously, he would never say he was blushing because of her - having only one thing in his mind… Thank whatever forces that be for that heatwave.

#devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc fanfic #devil may cry imagine #dmc imagine #vergil sparda #dante sparda #nero sparda #dante x reader #vergil x reader #nero x kyrie #dmc kyrie #dmc nero #nerokiri #that's it that's the fic for today #melting in the heat #and killing mosquitoes with your loved ones #I don't condone climbing furniture as well #be careful people!! #and care for yourselves during heatwaves like that #it can literally be a killer #alsoooo I missed writing sugary nerokiri I LOVE THEM #and Vergil laughing for the FIRST TIME #and I don't even have anything else to say about Dante 'cause that man is amazing #but half of Dante/so and Nero/Kyrie relationship is 100% based on Rick and Evie from The Mummy #may the gods bless this family of himbos #(Verge is a himbo too but a different flavour of himbo I didn't forget him)

[palebloodcvrse]

Baking with the DMC V boys

This is my first time trying to make these headcanon type posts, be nice pls.

Content: Romantic/platonic dante x G/N reader, vergil x reader, nero x reader ...? Cause any scenario here can be taken in any way, relationship or friendship (cause what if ur aro/ace but still wanna do fun shi with your favs?)

Dante

Wants to lick the batter off the whisk, but you gotta stop him. The remnants in the bowl is free game, however

Insists on winging the recipe, says you gotta "feel" it

FLOUR FIGHT! Your peaceful baking session descends into chaos. You both end up covered in flour while the cake is in the oven

Despite him being good with his hands his cake decorating skills kinda suck ass

Its okay though, since you both tried your best and had fun, even if the cake looks like doodoo. It tastes good however... so it wasnt a waste after all

Hes a notorious frosting licker, you have to swat him off the cake like a fly.

If you bake something a pastry instead hes gonna poke the dough.

(Romance:) will lick the frosting/batter off of your hand or face if you get any of it on you while mixing.

Vergil

Im not gonna lie here, he miiight turn it into a bit of a contest.

His perfectionistic nature will push him to ultra tryhard it, even if it is just a dessert or pastry. He'll check the recipe constantly and will be careful about each detail (or at least try)

You remind him that you two are baking for fun and he calms down a bit, but he will still act as if hes competing in the great british bakeoff or some shit

Insists on frosting the cake for you, but only so he can show off how steady his hands are. (Even if he screws it up)

The cake ends up being too pretty to eat

Wants to try harder pastries and desserts, usually something fancy like a mille fueille

That doesnt mean you two will always succeed however, Vergil just likes to push his limits even if he fails.

He'll give you a warm smile as you two finish the thing youre baking. At least hes not so tense anymore...

(Romance:) he'll feed you a piece of whatever you two baked together, looking into your eyes and watching for your reaction, then kisses you to have a taste but go back to being his stonefaced grumpy self later like nothing happened.

Nero

Overmixes the batter because hes tense

Kinda scatterbrained, will forget to preheat the oven sometimes

Hes actually more tolerable to bake with than his dad or uncle, less tense and also less chaotic

He'll let you take the lead for this one, just tell him what to do or get and he'll go right on ahead.

Hes actually not so tense anymore, considering baking is a relaxing activity.

Will leave the decorating to you, hes not very good at it.

(Platonic:) insists on leaving some for kyrie, aint no way he wont give her any

(Romantic:) will always leave some for you, no matter how good it tastes.

You two wont be making anything too complex but whatever comes out of it tastes great and his presence will make baking feel like a wholesome activity.

You two tell stories to each other and get a bit distracted.

#vergil x reader #dante x reader #dante x reader platonic #vergil x reader platonic #nero x reader platonic #vergil x g/n reader #vergil x male reader #vergil x female reader #dante x g/n reader #dante x male reader #dante x female reader #nero x reader #nero x g/n reader #nero x male reader #nero x female reader #mention of nero x kyrie #dmcv x reader #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry headcanons #baking headcanons #romantic headcanons #platonic headcanons

[cupidscrule]

IM CRYING

#cupidscruel🍡 #devil may cry nero #nero dmc #nero devil may cry #dmc nero #nero sparda #nero x reader #nero x kyrie #dmc5 nero #dmc 5 nero #nero dmc5 #goofy

[yyxandere]

「 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐭.」

DEVIL MAY CRY MASTERLIST

Note: These peices of fiction with yandere themes are strictly for entertainment purposes. I do not condone with any of the following in real life. If triggered I highly suggest to click off. Yandere are only kept to be fictional!

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐘: 𝟏-𝟓

[𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚]

[𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡]

[𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚]

[𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲]

[𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐨]

[𝐊𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞]

[𝐕]

#୨⎯ “OFFICIALS” ⎯୧ #dmc #devil may cry #yandere devil may cry #yandere dante sparda #yandere vergil sparda #dmc x reader #yandere Trish dmc #yandere lady dmc #yandere nero dmc #yandere kyrie dmc #yandere V dmc #devil may cry x reader #yandere #x reader #yandere dmc

[thirstforhelmets]

Nero: *Smiles from the other sides of couch*

Vergil: *looks at Nero as his wife literally lays over him as the World’s Most Troublesome blanket as she naps while he uses her head as a chin rest and awkwardly reading a book over her*

Vergil: What?

Nero: *Still smiling* Nothing.

#Chaotic Love AU #Vergil #dmc vergil #vergil x reader #vergil/reader #nero wishing the best for his dad #also low key kind of jealous #cause kyrie wouldnt be so bold as to do that #slash embarass him #cause she isnt shameless #like we/q/his wife is

[kitsunefox1108]

JEALOUS - NERO X FEM! READER

you looked enviously at Nero and Kyrie.

It all started when you were just starting to become a demon hunter, you were younger than now, and you had few weapons and not much experience in your arsenal. You were attacked by a rather serious enemy, at least for that time, and Nero saved you. It was a miracle, you thanked the guy, not knowing what to give in return. However, remembering that you have a friend who works in a coffee shop, you suggested Nero go there later, at your expense. Persuasion made the guy give up, and you asked for his number with a smile. He gave you a number, and you gave him yours, after which you parted ways.

when you called each other, you made an appointment, the time of the meeting, and where is the cafe you were talking about. With a lack of great patience, you began to wait.

Already in the cafe itself, you ordered what Nero asked for, and what you would like to eat. "You’re just a beginner demon hunter, right?" - the white-haired man asked, fiddling with his fingers. - yes, I'm a little embarrassed that I have quite a bit of experience, but I hope to catch up. After all, I have a a couple of bills with these creatures, so I won't stop. - "good luck. If there are difficulties, you can ask for my help." - Well, no, I have almost nothing to give in return … - "I don't really need it." - Nero replied with a smile, because of which you could barely contain the blush and smile. - Are you sure? ..) - You asked for the last time, wanting to make sure that this was his final decision. -"Yes." - you heard, and relaxed, finally smiling and wondering why you were acting so strangely. over time, you began to realize that you have sympathy for Nero. More specifically, love. You are glad to see him every time, you always want to make him smile, and you always try to either help or give something in return if he helps you.

You've always wanted more than just hugs that don't last long. You wanted to kiss the guy, give him your first kiss, because you had no partners before.

but over time, you began to move away from Nero, but not wanting it. He came less and less often, you met less often, and there were fewer hugs.

wanting to know the reason, you once asked him - why did we see each other so less often, Nero?

Nero awkwardly rubbed the back of his head, exhaled, and then answered the bitter truth - I got a girlfriend, and I began to pay a lot of attention to her.. sorry for not saying earlier, I should have warned. I will have to introduce you later, I hope you become friends.

Your heart has been shattered. If only you had not slowed down with your feelings, would have confessed to Nero earlier, maybe this would not have happened … You held back the tears, and the desire to leave, and simply answered without thinking. - "okay, okay, introduce us later, but I have to go!" - you quickly ran towards the cafe in order to sob somewhere there, talk to your friend, since her shift is ending, and drink coffee. your friend comforted you by hugging you, trying to support and distract you, but all you thought about was that you had no chance with Nero.

all the same, the day of meeting Nero's girlfriend came, and you forced a smile out of yourself while you met her. You didn't blame her, no, she was very nice, and it's clear that she doesn't want anything bad, it just hurt you that you weren't with Nero. However, respected his choice that he chose a pretty, sweet girl. You can become friends, but it will hurt you to see them together, so you tried to see them as little as possible so as not to say stupid things.

However, jealousy is one of the most disgusting things in your life.

#dmc x reader #devil may cry x reader #nero x reader #nero x kyrie #devil may cry 4 x reader

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Nero x Reader a.k.a. the deadweight

Nero

You like angry bad boys who are actually giant teddy bears underneath. Add an extra point if you talk about Jerma985 nonstop.

First Date:

One glance at you has him smashing his fist hard enough into the ground to launch chunks of concrete while screaming and then sobbing. Despite wearing a red wig, you are indeed a poor substitute for Kyrie and a sore reminder that she got no screen time in DMC V.

Redo:

If you somehow manage to pull off that wig and convince him that you're Kyrie, then everything is fine. Nero takes you to the classiest resturaunt for white people. The Olive Garden. Once you return home, Nero reminds you that the two of you must never have sex since a life of celibacy is needed to enter the kingdom of God and Kyrie was the one to suggest the idea in the first place.

Bonus

Your first time:

You have successfully fooled Nero into thinking you're Kyrie. You both realized it was time for the next step in your relationship. Slowly Nero took your hand as you took his and you both peeled off the cootie gloves you both had been wearing as a form of protection. You gave each other a Christian side hug and did what all married white couples did. Watch the big bang theory.

#nero sparda #dmc nero #nero x reader #kyrie dmc #dmc4 #shitpost #The first time was originally named sweet surrender #dmc5

[stvharrngton]

i wanna write this so bad but i'm working on 10 different things so until then, you'll get concepts in your inbox, merry fucking christmas babe (i know it's january)

based off of this post <3

steve who, at this point, can tell exactly how you're feeling based off of the look you give him, which, most of the time at least, is not that great. steve who'll hold you for hours on end and it's silent because he doesn't want to pressure you into saying something but he's worrying about you because he knows how you can go down a rabbit whole in your own brain. steve who, on the better days, is so fucking happy for you and is beaming and hugging you and kissing you cos he knows how hard everything is for you and he's so proud of you. steve who, on days when it's worse, will talk to you about whatever show or book or will talk to you about whatever show or book because he knows it helps to distract you. steve who knows at the end of the day you have to process everything you're feeling but you're not in the right place to do that at the moment so he'll wait for when you're ready. steve who'll let you scream and throw shit. steve who'll celebrate with you on good days. steve who love you so inexplicably much that he'd do anything for you, and steve who knows you'd do the same for him. <3

there's more but i feel like that was long enough fhalskfj

my fingers and my brain coordinate perfectly when it comes to rambling like this but somehow when i sit down to write something there's nothing in there except steve fucking me.

oh ivy 🥺

i feel like you’re everything to steve. that he would do anything for you, anything to keep you safe but sometimes there was nothing he could do to protect you from your own brain. so he had to ride it out with you. he’d always make sure that, even if you didn’t want to talk or say anything, you knew he was there for you. that whatever you needed he’d deliver. he’d drop everything to be at your side, wrapping you in his arms, pressing soft kisses into your hairline if he needed to. he’d always do his best to take your mind of things whatever that meant, laying on his bed with your head pressed to his chest so you could hear his heartbeat, his fingers playing with your hair as your favourite record played softly in the background or running you a nice warm bath and wrapping you up in your favourite pyjamas. he’d always make sure you knew how much he loved you and how much he cared about you.

he’d be over the moon when you had a good day, grinning from ear to ear as he twirled you around and slow danced with you in the kitchen. smothering you in soft kisses all over your face, his fingers digging into your ribs until you were in a fit of giggles. steve loved you, good and bad, no matter what, and he’d make sure you knew that

#your last point about going to write but only being able to think about him fucking you is so real. kyrie core #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington headcanon #ivy<3 #asks #k.hc

[animelovelover123]

DMC: Family Pet AU – Being Walked In On

Link to Master List

Set-Up

Being at the service of 11 people who could call for you and seek you out as they please, it’s inevitable that there would be interruptions in private moments. Here is how they would react to being walked in on.

Dante

Woops. Well, this wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last. This kind of predicament is commonplace thanks to his inclination to take you in the main room of his shop because then you leave your scent all over where he spends most of his time. That way he can enjoy you while you’re gone, entice some of his other lovers if they visit (Nero is particularly weak to this after a bout of embarrassment), and get a good chuckle when some people walk in and crinkle up their noise as they are assaulted with the lingering smell of sex. Vergil’s and Lady’s looks of shock and disgust while trying to restrain blushes are to die for. Literally, Dante usually gets stabbed or shot for it but it’s so worth it.

Anyway, when one of his family walks in while you are bouncing on his lap, he barely hesitates when looking at them with a mischievous grin. Hooking his arms behind your knees, he lifts your legs up and apart so the third party can clearly see where Dante disappears into you.

“Always room for one more.”

Vergil

Vergil is not the type to feel embarrassment or shame often. And especially not in matters like this for he has every right to please you and be pleased, there is no need for false modesty. Even when he does start to harbour such things, usually when he has failed spectacularly or he has shown his weaker side, it usually surfaces as anger. Either way, he has zero patience for being interrupted for anything less than a true emergency. He tries to ward others off by wafting out his demonic energy as a warning, but if a family member intrudes anyway, he won't hold back his aggression.

Vergil can sense someone approaching. He tries to ward them off with his demonic energy but here they come anyway. And apparently, they were thoroughly thoughtless, in both senses of the word, because they started to open the door without warning. Before they could even slip a hand in Vergil sends out a Summon Sword, piercing both the door and the door frame, jamming them together, and making clear the world of pain they are in for if they try to intrude any further. If he still has some clarity of mind, he will shout in a tone bordering on a snarl, “Leave this instant or not even Sparda himself can save you from my wrath.” And if his humanity was already lost to primal pleasure then he would only let out a single deep, loud, venomous growl.

Nero

It depends on how long you and he have been part of the family. If he is new to sharing both you and himself with others outside of his relationship with Kyrie, then he will get bashful. He’ll let out a cute little noise, which he will deny later, and fumble horribly as he tries to preserve your and his modesty. He will also cuss, either under his breath if the person seems remorseful for interrupting or pointedly if the person is unsympathetic or jokey. His shyness rarely comes out as physical violence though as, in the beginning, he doesn’t want to risk lashing out when you’re so close. And later he has long since accepted the sharing situation.

When his uncertainty about the whole ‘polyamorous family’ situation he had been thrust into finally ebbs away, he is able to not panic and think things through when times with you are interrupted. If it’s someone he doesn’t want in the moment he will pointedly tell them to “fuck off”. If it’s someone submissive or a person he respects he’ll be more polite in telling them he’s “in the middle of something”. But, if it’s someone dominant and he’s in a certain kind of mood, well…

Nero is all raspy breaths and twitching limbs as he falls back onto the headboard, his muscles losing all strength in his post-orgasm. He watches with half-lidded eyes as you lift your head from his chest, breathes long and slow as you too come down from the high, to meet the approaching hand of the person that had walked in just moments before. Nero watches as you receive praise, get soothing pets, and a kiss for a job well done.

“Hey,” Nero calls, grabbing onto the person’s clothes to tug at them for attention. His face regains its redness, his eyes are pleading, and his lips almost start to pout to match the slight whine in his voice. “me too. I did good too, right?”

V

Being interrupted is quite bothersome to V. People seeing his naked form is of little consequence to him. Having been created with a fully matured mind, naked as any newborn would be, he did not experience that suffocating title wave of shame brought about by puberty and the pressure to hide one's developing body. He also spent the first month of his existence as a homeless wanderer stealing and scavenging while only having one outfit to his name, openly washing himself and his clothes in any somewhat clean water he could find in the ruins of Red Grave City. In short, V did not find naked bodies inherently sexual. If anything, he found them beautiful, like an art piece that told the story of one's life. It was the feelings of the people in said bodies that decided if the mood was sexual or not.

No, the problem he had with being walked in on was how it swiftly snuffed out the atmosphere he had so carefully constructed. Getting to this point with V was almost always a lengthy process, tens of minutes or even hours of poetic wordplay, tantalizing looks, and fleeting touches. It was such a delicate dance that he would even station his familiars outside of the room to ward off any who would dare to steal his dance partner before the crescendo.

Unfortunately, there would still be times that someone slips through the veil and tares it down, bringing with them a rush of cold air that dissolves the heat in the room. And just like if someone were to drag a man out of deep slumber in which he was cradled in the most blissful of dreams via a splash of ice water, V is thoroughly put off and perturbed for quite a while. His smooth voice helping to disguise the severity and meaning of the venomous thorn-like words shot bitterly to dig into the intruder.

Credo

Always the prim and proper general, Credo held true to the traditional rules of lovemaking that he had grown up with. There was a time and a place for such intimacies, something he would remind others of if they were caught being untoward at inappropriate times. And when such an opportunity comes about it should be done with grace and respect as giving one’s body over to another is the utmost sign of trust and affection.

So when someone suddenly teleports into the room he reacts quickly. He devil triggers his arms and uses his shield and wing to cover both your bodies as his elbows fall to the mattress on either side of your shoulders. His hips stop and he leans forward to further hide your face in his chest. Though having an order on the tip of his slightly swollen lips, Credo holds his tongue when the intruder speaks because, more than a lover, he is a soldier. When the commanding and formidable voice of his superior instructs him to continue, “for an honourable knight never leaves a job half finished”, Credo’s body tenses with conflicting values. He raises his chest from your face so he can look down at you, mouth closed in a concentrated line, his eyes silently ask for your feelings on the predicament.

If you show any sign of discomfort, he will stand his ground despite any possible punishment he may, but most likely won’t, receive for defying orders. “My apologies, but an honourable man does not force his love to do what makes them unhappy.” If you consent though, flashing him a smile and giving a curt nod, he will return to his full human form and lift back up from his elbows to the palms of his hands. Suppressing the slight quiver trying to sneak through his voice but not the heat spreading across his face and even to the tips of his ears, Credo responds. “Yes sir.”

Lady

With her hatred for demons and drive to avenge her mother and her own lost childhood engulfing her teen years, Lady ended up being a late bloomer. So, despite being a full-fledged adult, she approaches sex like a skittish but overzealous teenager. One with a body as sensitive as her temper and as easy to fire on all cylinders as her happy trigger finger.

Just as in battle, Lady is fluid and precise with every movement, able to multitask as she takes from her opponent what she wants while still being in complete control despite laying under you. And you are most definitely losing as your tongue keeps stopping to take in shaky moans and whimpers under her constant assault. Lady isn’t mad though, if anything it strokes her ego as she has to curl a leg around your head to pull you back down onto her to encourage you to continue, making you whine even more.

And just like in battle, Lady’s reaction time is impeccable as the moment she catches the creaking of the floorboard just outside of her room she jumps into action. Her thighs clamp around your head, one of her arms wraps around your waist, and she grabs the pistol she keeps under her pillow. In one smooth movement, Lady flips you both over, you now on your back and her sitting upright above your head. Before the door opens even halfway, she aims and fires at the person she has already identified, shooting through the opening and past the person if they are human or, if they are any amount of demon, snipes them upside the head. And as she lets out a proud huff as the intruder tumbles backward, she finally leaves herself open enough for you to take charge. For once Lady lets out a stuttering whimper/moan as you suddenly pull her down to sit on your face.

Trish

Trish has always been confident in her body and her sexuality; just look at how she dresses! She is also a demon who has had to bear witness to Mundus playing with his harem of Pets while she served under him. So, the possibility of someone walking in on her doesn’t really bother her. The only times she shows a modicum of modesty is if her current partner becomes uncomfortable, then she will protest for their benefit. That’s not to say she is an exhibitionist or nudist or anything of the sort. She just sees no point in acting coy about seeing people naked or knowing they have sex. This is especially true for her regarding the family. Everyone was sleeping around together, why try to pretend you aren’t?

So, when someone walks into the room, Trish turns to them with her usual sultry smile and doesn’t even slow her fingers as they drag in and out of you. Although she will give one plump cheek, which was held up and towards her, a comforting tap if you whine in embarrassment while pressing your face further into the bed below you.

She will hear the person out if they have an important message, but what she finds more fun is when the person gets all hot and bothered by the display before them.

“Would you like to play too kitten?” Trish asks as she beckons them over with just one finger. “Come on over here. Mommy has two hands.”

Nico

With Nico having spent days, weeks, and even months at a time living out of her van, she is already used to blocking out the sounds of other people or having to shoo them off while in the middle of private business.  She’ll tell you what, “There ain’t nothin’ worse than being seconds away from finishin’ polishin’ your pearl when the copers come bangin’ on your door threatenin’ to toe your wheels if you don’t shove out asap.” And interruptions became even more prevalent as she started letting more and more people hang out in her van. This didn’t make it any less aggravating though when she was interrupted.

“Oh baby.” Nico groaned, hand reaching behind her to grab your hair and hips rolling forward into your hand currently down her shorts to further add pressure to your twirling fingers. With her leaning back against your front and you pressed up against the jukebox, Nico quickly caught the door to the van being opened directly in front of you both. Just as metal-covered fingers slid through, Nico lifted a foot and slammed her boot into the door.

“Jesus Crist!” Nero shouted, hand retracting out of the doorway. “You trying to break my fingers?” He looked over his hand which was thankfully unharmed but the devil breaker gauntlet was now fingerless.

“Buzz off man.” Nico shouted back.

“I just wanna buy-“

“Stores closed, I’m busy.”

“Look, it will only take a minute.”

“Take a goddamn hint dude.”

“Excuse me?”

“We’re tryin’ to have a good time in here.”

“We…” Nero trails off in thought then remembers seeing you enter the van just as he was leaving. “Really? Right now?”

“Hell ya right now.” Nico turns to look over her shoulder as she grinds her ass back into you.

“We’re in the middle of a mission Nico!”

Kyrie

No matter how much time she has had to adjust to the more open affection within her new demonic family, Kyrie will always be a shy, chaste, saint of a woman. She lets out a giggle whenever someone brushes against her in an affectionate way, blushes when someone gives her a quick peck, and tries to hide her face if someone wants to capture her lips in public. Heaven forbid someone walks in on her doing something so intimate.

With her heart already hammering in her chest and her face so hot anyone would think she had a severe fever; it was only by screwing her eyes shut and clinging to the pillow she hugged to her chest that kept her stable enough to keep her trembling legs open as your head drifts down between them. Being so wound up as is, when she hears the click of the bedroom door opening, she lets out a panicked shriek. She buries her face in the pillow she is clinging to, turns her back to the door, and snaps her legs close. Even as the person on the other side of the door shouts apologies while closing the door and retreating, Kyrie doesn’t move an inch from her shaking fetal position. After taking the time to calm her and assure her that the person didn’t see anything, she pulls her face away from her pillow to look at you, an apology on her lips and tears still in her eyes.

Sparda

Ever the family man and responsible leader, even when in the throes of passion Sparda would stop to address any family member that interrupted the moment. On rare occasions, usually if he or you are on the brink of climax, he will growl at the intruder to wait. But he will quickly finish and find them after to discuss whatever they came to see him for. Still, his arousal would take a pretty bad hit if interrupted and he may need some extra attention to get back to where you both left off. He doesn’t like making you work extra though, especially if you also lose some of your arousal in the process. This is often mitigated however by him being an oh so generous family man.

“Is there anything else?” Sparda asked, having successfully talked through his family member’s problem. He spoke with gentle patience despite his natural frustration at being interrupted and noticing how he had softened considerably at this point. You, however, were still giving off an aroused aura. And not just for him, but for his kin too who also seemed to have noticed your curious looks. And so, being the generous father who wants all his kin to feel loved and well-practiced, and knowing that you two can entertain each other while he returns to his previous fervour, he motions them towards you. “If you have time to spare, would you like to join us?”

Eva

As a mother of twins who constantly fought and looked to their parents for backup in arguments, she was far too used to being barged in on. She had mastered the technique of covering herself and her partner up in the blink of an eye and even on the brink of an orgasm she could put on an unassuming voice and caring smile as she asked what was wrong.

So when you and she are entangled in an embrace, both topless as you drag your tongue along the lingering stretch marks from her time breastfeeding, and someone enters the bedroom unannounced Eva has the bed’s blanket wrapped around you both before you even lift your head. “Do you need something?” She asks with all the sweetness of a saint while you paw at her chest in disappointment. One of her hands soothingly travels up and down your back as you pout up at her when her other hand gently pushes you back.

#devil may cry x reader #devil may cry imagine #v x reader #vergil x reader #dante x reader #nero x reader #sparda x reader #credo x reader #eva x reader #lady x reader #trish x reader #kyrie x reader #nico x reader #sparda x eva #nero x kyrie #v (dmc) x reader

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Could I please request the dmc boys helping reader when they feel anxious/have a panic attack?

You don’t have to do this if your inbox is already pretty full but either way have a good day! :3

(It's a little short but I hope it's to your liking-- I've also thrown in V and Kyrie🌸 Thanks for the request! Be safe, babes💖💖)

DMC boys + V and Kyrie x Reader Having a Panic Attack♥

Summary; How Dante, Vergil, Nero, V and Kyrie help you through a panic attack. Warnings; Mental illness, panic attacks

MASTERLIST🌸

Dante

You often get anxious when Dante leaves for a job. No matter how much he reassures you before leaving, you can never shake the feeling of worry. You barely function when you’re in this state, thankfully he doesn’t tend to stay away for too long. Just as you worry for him, he is constantly thinking of you. He fights to get back home to you as soon as possible, not wanting you to be left alone for too long. 

He returns home earlier than expected and walks through the doors of Devil May Cry to find you huddled on the floor with your knees pulled into your chest. Dante curses and rushes to your side, dropping his weapons at the door. The smell of leather and gunpowder surrounds you as he holds you in his arms, rocking you back and forth while whispering soothing words in your ear. 

“Everything’s okay, babe. I’m back, I’m safe– there’s nothing to be worried about, I promise.”

Vergil

Vergil has had a few panic attacks in his life, even before being enslaved by Mundus loaded him with another spoonful of trauma. Back then, he never had anyone to comfort him when he would break down– but things are different now. You’ve helped him and taught him so much. And he wants to return to you the same kindness you showed him.

Vergil always asks before touching you when you’re in this state, keeping his movements careful and voice low. He laces his fingers with yours, and urges you to count with him. His voice is gentle as he counts with you. 

“One, two– that’s good, love. Three, four–” 

When your breathing has evened out and you’re in a calmer, more lucid state, he’ll brush your hair back and kiss your temple. Vergil makes sure that you’re comfortable before leaving momentarily to make you some tea. He won’t leave your side for the rest of the night, giving you plenty of time to tell him what’s been on your mind to have brought such an attack on. 

Nero

Nero feels his blood run cold the first time he walks in on you having a panic attack. His first instinct is to hold you close to him, like he’s trying to shield you from harm. Every strangled cry that leaves your lips ties his stomach in painful knots, he just holds you tighter. He feels so helpless and doesn’t know how to help. He’s panicking too, but trying his hardest to hide it from you. 

He’s comforting the both of you when he starts rambling about anything that comes to mind– his day, plans for tomorrow, something stupid Dante said the other day. His mouth is moving and words are spilling out but he’s not really hearing them, he’s just trying to distract you. Our boy’s clueless but he’s trying his best. 

V

V knew you were an anxious little thing from the first day he met you. He took it all in stride, honestly– He has a way with words and is usually able to comfort you with ease. But sometimes even he can’t talk you through your fears, because sometimes you aren’t thinking about anything in particular. A panic attack will just sneak up on you, and he’ll try his best to help you ride it out. 

He wakes up to quiet sobbing beside him. You’re curled into a ball beside him, body shaking as you hyperventilate. “Oh, my dear–” he doesn’t hesitate before placing his arms around you, his touch feather light. His calm voice lulls you back to sleep as he recites poetry to you. He watches over you as you sleep, watching out for any signs of nightmares. 

Kyrie

Kyrie takes care of you with a practised ease, knowing how to calm you down before you get too distressed. If you’re out in public she’ll lead you away from everyone and sit you down somewhere quiet. She gives you some personal space but keeps your numb hands in hers; massaging them and slowly bringing the feeling back to them. 

She sings sweetly to you, the same lullaby she sings to the children at the orphanage. Her beautiful voice works to loosen the tight coil in your chest, your breathing evens out and you squeeze her hands in silent thanks. 

“It’s okay, lovely,” she leans forward and lands a peck on your cheek. “I’m here for you– forever and always.”

~ 🖤

#devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry x reader #dmc x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader #nero x reader #kyrie x reader #v x reader #dmc imagines #dmc headcanons

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vergilsladyfriend’s masterlist !

this is an updated masterlist of all my non-anime works. I do not consider myself apart of the JJK/KNY fandom anymore and therefore won't post for it.

—> guide: click here!

RESIDENT EVIL (games) nsft vendetta chreon x reader thoughts

BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE: sfw+nsfw ink demon headcanons

monstrance clock (ink demon nsfw fic)

nsfw ink demon alphabet

more bendy hcs (nsfw + sfw)

bendy with an s/o who self-harms 

bloodletting (freddy fazbear, huggy wuggy, bendy (human) x reader nsfw)

bendy with a goth s/o (nsfw + sfw)

the ink demon parenting

monstrance clock

DEVIL MAY CRY Soft, soft silk. (Kyrie x reader NSFW)

Nsfw + Sfw relationship hcs for trish

JAMES CAMERONS AVATAR No works yet!

NOTABLE FICS Din Djarin wordspew

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #bendy x reader #ink demon x reader #chris redfield x reader #nero x reader #nero x kyrie #dante x reader #vergil x reader #V x reader #dmc x reader #resident evil x reader

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Devil May Halloween - The Samhain Ritual

Devil May Halloween 2023 - The Samhain Ritual, Prologue (Reader and the crew on Halloween's eve)

Pairing: During the Prologue, none. You can pair the reader with anyone you want ;)

Summary: It's finally Halloween and, even if the demons are a lot more active this time of the year, that doesn't stop you from going on hunts - the partying can be done later. Or... At least that was what you thought. Maybe Nero had pretty good reasons to worry about that job after all.

Author's Notes: YEEEEES 'TIS TIME!!!! Ok, a little bit earlier, but I just finished writing the Prologue - if everything goes as planned, I'll write and post Dante's and Vergil's parts on Halloween day/night.

And yes, I know the summary is a little foggy on the theme this year but... I'm really counting on the plot twist at the end, so bear with me please HAHAHAHA

It's based on an ask sent by the amazing @furyeclipse with an awesome idea that I was thinking about for a while and figured it would be a good Halloween theme. I'll answer the ask as soon as I post the two parts on the 31st as not to spoil the fun :3 but thanks so much dear! It sparkled my writing again and I'll be always grateful for that ^^

Happy Halloween, demons, devil hunters and lil' critters!!

Prologue

Contrary to what everyone at the Devil May Cry would believe, it took a lot to get on the Sparda twins’ nerves.

One would never say Dante and Vergil were particularly patient – but, after living with them for a while, they did seem to have an above the average tolerance regarding many matters. Maybe it was because of all the things they had lived, or maybe just because actually sitting and listening to what demons had to say in order to have a smart clap back required an insurmountable amount of patience: no one would ever be able to pinpoint why, but the Sparda twins were able to put up with a lot.

 When the last strands of that patience grew thin and finally torn apart, though, it was usually followed by all hells breaking lose. In that department, Dante and Vergil had very different ways to react: while the red devil burnt in an explosion of controlled fiery anger, the blue devil lost control under his usually carefully measured icy rage.

Two sides of the same coin, as you would say.

That day, it took a lot of time before they started getting annoyed by Nero constantly tapping his feet on the ground at the shop.

Dante was lazily thrown at his desk, sitting on his big chair and trying to enjoy some random magazine from years prior that he never seemed to fully end reading. Vergil was immobile, a little too stiff on the couch, having one of his many obscure poetry books in one hand while the other lightly rested over Yamato – always at arm’s length. Nero sat on the very same couch, with enough distance between him and his father, slouching while looking at different points in the shop and tapping his feet on the ground as if he was the drummer of a metal band.

Incessantly.

That had been going for hours. At first, it wasn’t annoying – both twins thought the kid would eventually calm down and stop. But after a while, Nero didn’t stop… And it only seemed to get worse.

Of course, neither Dante nor Vergil would notice both of them lightly frowning at the same time when the tapping noise started to get on their nerves. Still absorbed by their reads, the Spardas didn’t move their signature blue eyes from the pages, but the annoyed expression was the very same.

Indeed, twins. Even if they would die before admitting they were more similar than they realized.

A good half hour passed before they started getting really annoyed – probably around the same time Nero started using his hands to lightly tap on his thighs, using the same rhythm of his feet.

That exasperation started to bubble inside their chests, like a volcano that would soon explode in harsh feelings – and Dante was the first one to actually do something about it.

“Hey, kid.” He moved his sky-blue eyes towards Nero, making his nephew immediately look back at him. Without halting the tapping. “Everything alright? You’re gonna start a one-man band soon enough.”

“Yeah, yeah. I have restless leg syndrome, ya know?” Nero answered in his nonchalant tone as always – the very same punk Dante met at Fortuna. Years could go by, but that big-mouthed angry kid he met in that stuck-up cult city would never change in his eyes.

Something Dante was very fond of, if he had to be honest.

Not a single second passed before the sheath of the Yamato lightly – but sternly – hit Nero’s thighs; with enough pressure to hold them down, almost with no effort from the man wielding it.

“Enough.” Vergil’s words were crowned by the side look from his frozen silver eyes, moving just the muscles he needed to make his son stop that madness.

“C’mon…” Nero let out a huff, rolling his eyes and throwing his head back at the same time, finally stopping the tapping. It was enough to make Vergil put the Yamato back on its place and go back to his reading. “Am I supposed to just stay here waitin’ with ya the whole day?”

“They’re gonna be alright, kid.” Dante closed his magazine, tossing it on the desk and moving his feet down to the floor. Leaning towards the couch, he rested one of his elbows on his knee. “Y/n is one hell of a hunter and your lil’ angel is more than great at helpin’. They’ll be back in no time.”

“Yeah, but what if somethin’ goes wrong? What if Kyrie gets hurt?” Nero got up and started using his accumulated energy to walk around the shop while tapping on his thighs. He had to move.

“Don’t you trust your own training…?” Vergil once again raised his silvery eyes from the book, staring at his son fumbling around and not knowing what to do with himself – the very opposite of his immovable force.

Nero stared back at his own father, aquamarine eyes burning with anger. Dante had to smile and stifle a laugh: he knew his brother quite well to know Vergil wasn’t saying that just to be insufferable, he was actually playfully teasing his own son. Just like he used to do with Dante whenever their never-ending bantering started.

It was good to see Vergil was finally getting comfortable with his own kid to allow himself that kind of behavior. Dante saw that as a good sign.

“Well, last time Kyrie got caught up in the middle of somethin’, crazy-ass Sanctus and Nico’s dad kidnapped her to be slurped into a huge semi-organic-marble statue of world’s greatest grandpa Sparda while your ass was crumblin’ in Hell.” Now Nero was as red as a bell pepper, making Dante raise his eyebrows and side-eye his twin brother. Sometimes, Vergil deserved the burn. “Had to use Yamato to beat that old creep to pieces to get my girl back, so excuse me if I’m worried about lettin’ her go on a mission without me on Halloween of all days!”

Feeling Dante’s not-at-all discreet stare, Vergil’s eyes turned back to his brother right after.

“Kid’s got a point.” That’s all the red devil would say, crowned by a shrug. He loved to see Vergil being more comfortable around his son to allow more of his personality to show through – but he also had to admit Vergil needed a scolding from time to time after all the things he had done.

And his list of sins was actually huge, so there would be a lot of scolding.

“Kyrie is a very competent healer.” Vergil sighed and decided it was time to close his book and rest it on his legs – it was not like he would be able to go back to read anyway. “And y/n is a remarkable hunter. You taught Kyrie how to handle guns and swords. Even if things turn out not like they are expecting, demons would require a remarkable force to subdue them.” His silvery eyes had nothing but calculated calm, making Nero finally stop on his tracks and actually listen. “When you think about things logically, you realize the chance of them coming back safely is greater than whatever worry stirring in your heart.”

Nero rested his hands on his hips, his mouth pursed in a slit while his aquamarine eyes narrowed in their mission of glaring his father. He didn’t want to admit, but that was one hell of an advice. Vergil’s strength relied on his mind seeing things logically and counting all odds without his heart interfering in the matter – which probably was the reason why he survived so long in Hell.

Nero hated when Vergil was right – and specially when his advices were so sound. It reminded him of the father he never had, of the advices he never got to receive to help his life be a little bit less miserable – and it reminded him that even if he was mad Vergil was never there for him, it was because his father was locked in Hell as a puppet in Mundus’ hands, not even knowing he had a son, suffering innumerous tortures until Dante rid him of all that by killing his own brother… Only to survive somehow and drag himself out of all that shit.

It would be easier for Nero to hate Vergil if he only had left in pursue of power and never cared if he had a child. It would be a lot easier for Nero to deal with his feelings if that was the case.

“Verge’s right, kid. I’m not one to respond logically to things…” Dante raised his hands as if he was being held at gunpoint as soon as those fuming aquamarine eyes stared at him. “But hey, you gotta have some sense sometimes. They’re good at what they do. It wasn’t such a difficult job and your lil’ angel has an opportunity to take care of the people who were injured. It’s gonna be fine.”

Differently from Vergil, Dante wasn’t being held hostage while Nero had to learn to survive on his own – at least not like his twin brother in Hell. Even if Nero wanted to say Dante could have done something, could have been a blood bond he so desperately needed, the man in front of him could hide under so many masks but couldn’t stop his sky-blue eyes of showing all the sadness he carried inside.

Vergil could have been locked down in Hell, but Dante was being held hostage in his own mind. Carrying the grief of being the only survivor on that fateful night, and then the heart-wrenching sorrow of killing his own twin brother in order to rid him of the suffering he had been forced to endure during all that time in Hell. The guilt Dante carried in his soul weighted in his eyes and showed in how much he didn’t care about himself. He didn’t even know Nero existed until he saw him for the first time.

How could any of them care for Nero when all of them were lost in the first place?

“Kyrie’s gonna be so happy being able to help other people…” Nero finally sighed and murmured to himself, closing his eyes as if to remind himself why you both left for a job on your own in the first place. “She can handle herself. Y/n can protect them if they need it. I don’t need to stalk ‘em like a vulture all the time.”

“That’s the spirit, kid.” Dante smiled, resting his heavy boots on his desk once again. “They’ll be back soon and we’ll even have time for a lil’ Halloween party.”

“Hmmm. I refuse to wear those ridiculous clothes.” Vergil left his book on the couch, getting up to warm some water. The day was coming to an end and they could use some tea – specially Nero.

“Ooooh, c’mon, Verge! It’s the twins from The Shining! We have to make that happen someday!” Dante looked so offended Nero couldn’t help himself but to smile – even if a little bit. “It’s perfect!”

“You would never find a dress that fits you.” Vergil’s answer was but a murmur, but all of them could hear it very well.

“Ya know…” Nero sighed, finally giving in his family antics. They would never be much normal… And it made no sense for Nero to cry over the suffering Mundus had doomed all his family to just because his grandfather decided to stand by the side of the ones that needed him. In the end, Sparda did the right thing and his blood was paying for it – could Nero really be mad at him about it…? “Vergil would make a great Wednesday Addams.”

Both men stared at him: Vergil with only frozen death in his silvery eyes, dark aura already starting to loom around him, while Dante had the brightest stars in his sky-blue stare, mouth slightly open.

“You’re a genius, kid.”

Chaos would’ve ensued if Trish and Lady hadn’t opened the doors of the Devil May Cry at that very same moment.

“Hey, what’s up, babes? Nero’s got the best idea for Halloween this year…!”

“Well, those ideas will have to wait. We got a bit of a… Problem.” And something was wrong in Trish’s voice: she usually carried that nonchalant, devilish honey tone in every word she said, always with a ghost of a smile on her perfectly crafted reddish lips – but not this time. Her lilac blue eyes were fidgeting, a tinge of distraught in her voice. Dante immediately furrowed his brows and took his feet of the desk.

“Y/n and Kyrie need our help.” Lady announced with a nervous tremble in her tone, closing the heavy door behind her.

The Devil May Cry fell in silence – the eyes of the blood of Sparda locked on Lady and Trish. They had now their undivided attention.

**

“I’m really impressed we’re not finding any of them stalking us at the corner of our eyes every now and then.” You had your arms crossed, leaning to a building while Kyrie stabilized a man who was caught by a demon earlier – his family waiting anxiously around you, ready to run to safety while you both only promised to go deeper and deeper into the root of all the problem. “I thought they’d be looming around us like vultures.”

“Oh, Nero is probably worried sick.” Kyrie answered in a giggle, carefully wrapping the man’s arm with a clean set of bandages she packed before leaving with you. “But I think they trust us enough to do our job.”

“Hmmm. Nevertheless, I lost the bet.” You smiled in return, slightly sighing. “Guess you got me for an entire day to help you at the orphanage when we’re back.”

“Any help is always welcome.” She was quickly done, smiling at you while the family approached to carry the man to safety. “Go straight to a hospital. We’ll keep on working on this.”

“Thank you! May the gods bless you!”

As the family ran out of the building with the injured man, Kyrie couldn’t help but smile. For years she had unwavering faith in the Order of the Sword, and she thought after all that happened in Fortuna – specially regarding Credo – she would turn bitter towards all religion. But it had the opposite effect: it only made her happier when people blessed her with their faith, knowing it was one of the best things they could offer as a thankful gesture.

Her church might have been destroyed, her beliefs turned to dust – but her faith in something good would never be broken.

“Ok, my dear Cleric, onwards we go.” You got your sword back in your hands, pointing the way so Kyrie could get ready. “It’s quite impressive that a few demons were able to make such a mess in so little time actually. If they hadn’t evacuated the factory as soon as the first bodies appeared, we would probably be here with the whole crew.”

“Hmmm… It’s very interesting really…” Kyrie furrowed her brows, reloading the Blue Rose. Nero wanted her to use it on that hunt – as if having a piece of him with her could ward away any evil. He was always very bitter and rebellious towards any faith, but Kyrie always smiled whenever she saw the little superstitions Nero carried with him. “You said we’re dealing with three demons, right?”

“Could be more.”

“Oh, I believe it’s three. If I’m a Cleric, then you’re a Ranger. And a very good one.” Kyrie let out a quiet laugh alongside yours. “Three demons attacking a factory in town at random, causing so many deaths and such mayhem in less than an hour… It’s really… Hmmm…”

“Weird…?” You tried and she agreed, even if both of you didn’t really agree that was the right word to describe it. Since you first stepped inside that old building, it seemed something wasn’t right – but neither of you could quite point out what it was. “Yeah, I have to agree with you… If it was just a bunch of bloodthirsty demons, they would be spreading out to the city already and there would be so much more than just three.”

“And if there were more, the body count would be higher.” Her answer was somber: Kyrie never enjoyed thinking about human casualties, and that’s why her job was always to heal and help the injured. “So…”

“What gives?” You complimented her phrase, making Kyrie agree with her head – slowly, still thinking about it. “Also, we have many hunters in our party. Dante is one hell of a tracker as well, even if he tries to pretend he’s always winging it.”

“Oh, but Dante would definitely be a hunter Bard.” She laughed in response, making you snort right after. You could see that. Dante was a depressed Bard, hunting demons and going into fire fueled demon rage, but a Bard nonetheless. “And Vergil would be our very own Necromancer.”

“Scaring everyone who came in contact with us, be with his eyes or the spirit of the dead.” You answered as if you were narrating an advertisement of Necromancers on the TV – Kyrie giggled more than she thought she would. “It’s very fitting though. And Nero…”

You both exchanged looks, as if you could read each other’s minds – already laughing upon knowing what the answer would be.

“Rebel Paladin.” As you said in unison, your laughs echoed slightly through the factory. Imagining what each one of you would be in a Dungeons and Dragons game was something you and Kyrie would discuss quite often since you found out she was interested in it, but never really had the chance to play it. You wanted to start a campaign together, but whenever she had time, you were out on a hunt, and whenever you had time, she was busy with the orphanage.

Suddenly, you raised your hand so your laughs would come to a halt. Kyrie paid attention to your surroundings, only to hear what it seemed to be distorted voices coming from the patio outside the factory. Taking one of your fingers to your lips, you signaled her to be silent as you slowly walked towards the noise.

Reaching one of the big windows inside the building, you had a good view of the patio. Three humanoid demons – but still a lot taller than normal people, with leathery skin, distorted proportions, horned heads and sharp teeth – licked the blood from their fingers, tossing dismembered human bodies in the distance. You and Kyrie remained silent, crouching by the window, only the very top of your heads visible: enough so you could see what was going on.

“Master will probably have to wait for another Samhain.” One of them scoffed the words, voice drenching in disdain.

“We have our orders. They will show up.” The tallest demon, a little different and more menacing, had only anger in his tone. That discussion probably had been going for some time. “And when they do, our job is over.”

“Perhaps we didn’t kill enough…” The third demon had a wide smile on its hundred rows of sharp teeth. “Perhaps if we spill more blood, they will be here quicker.”

“You fool.” The leader of the group almost growled in response. “Humans aren’t summoned by spells and blood like us. They are weak little creatures that take forever to do at least one thing.”

“Then why Master needs them so much?! Two even!” The first demon rolled its eerily white eyes, clearly bored with the waiting stage of their mission. “They are meek things, the only thing they are good for is food.”

“Because those are different.” The leader now let a roar tear trough its words. “And they are exactly what Master needs for the ritual. No more, no less.”

“If Mundus wasn’t so stupid, he would have succeeded in it.” The second demon scoffed once again, shaking its head. You and Kyrie exchanged quick looks. “But he always wanted to bite more than he could chew.”

“He thought he could bend the rules.” The leader crossed its deformed arms, spiky skin scratching against each other. “No one can. Not even the strongest of us. He ignored the rituals that could’ve made him stronger before trying to subdue all into his rule.”

“He underestimated the blood of Sparda. That was the reason for his demise.” You walked into the patio, silver sword bright in your hand. You had heard enough – and maybe Dante or probably Vergil would know what kind of Samhain ritual they were talking about. It was time to send them back to Hell; Kyrie could watch it safely from inside the factory.

“Oh… A hunter.” The leader smiled devilishly, receiving an approving look from the other two. That already made your heart a little suspicious: it wasn’t a normal reaction. “And a Sparda defender, nonetheless.”

“I defend the ones who carry his legacy. Your power could never get even close to what they carry.” You raised your head with pride, a ghost of a smile coloring your lips. “And neither did Mundus.”

“My, my, so you know the blood of Sparda…?” The third demon approached with its hundred rows of sharp fangs dripping blood, ready to attack. You tried not to react to its phrase, even if you wanted to furrow your brows in confusion. Why did that matter…? “It’s true, then? That they fell for human whores like that filthy traitor before them?”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind you talking about me like that…” You sighed, crossing your arms, trying to retain a little control over the conversation – even if something inside you screamed the odds were not in your favor. “But no one refers to my Cleric with such dirty words.”

She didn’t want to, but Kyrie had to muffle a little giggle. She would always be impressed how all of you hunters – including Lady and Trish, not only Nero’s family and you – could banter and give demons smart answers, seemingly fearlessly.

“You have someone else with you, then…? A non-hunter…?” The first demon approached slowly, spreading its claws in the same rhythm as its steps.

That was almost like a red light appearing inside your mind. They didn’t know. They saw you – and only you – but they didn’t know about Kyrie. And now, it seemed like they were even more interested on the fact you were there together.

Two humans for their Master. They could have taken anyone in that factory, but they were waiting. At first, you and Kyrie thought they were waiting for anyone in the crew outside Trish, but now… You had your doubts. Many doubts.

Without words, you plunged in a surprise attack that managed to cut the side of the third demon’s mouth, making it even wider while it screeched in pain. That was enough to put an end to that conversation – and, as soon as you could, you would turn around to Kyrie and signal her to run.

As she watched you from inside the building, Kyrie tried to think what to do. She knew you were more than capable of killing those three demons in a moderately quick fight, but that conversation was enough to spark restlessness in her heart.

And before she could do anything and you could tell her to go, Kyrie felt a leathery clawed hand tightly covering her mouth, squeezing her soft skin until it hurt.

“Don’t even try to run, or we will gut you and your friend right here, right now.”

Her hazelnut eyes turned to the patio in despair, trying to find yours while you viciously fought to slay all those demons.

As soon as you saw her being carried towards the patio by another menacing demon, you immediately did what they commanded you to do: stop resisting and drop your weapons or else they would drop Kyrie’s blood.

She closed her eyes in regret as she heard the metallic sound of your silver sword hitting the floor.

**

“When the people in town told us they were there, we figured to drop by and say hello.” Lady had her hands resting on her waist, standing in front of the shop’s desk while the Spardas surrounded her and Trish. “Our job was fast and easy, and it would be nice seeing how Kyrie was holding up… But when we got to the factory, we knew something was wrong.”

“What happened?! Just say it already!” And if Nero was a pile of nerves before, now he was beyond any logic.

“I got up on the roofs, Lady crossed the factory inside. There was nothing.” Trish took over, crossing her arms and having her slim eyebrows furrowed in worry. “I got to the patio where I was hearing some voices. There were four demons: one was a leader of three lesser demons, but they weren’t doing anything. I saw Lady hiding inside the factory and watching things from the windows, but everything was… Weirdly calm.”

“Kyrie and y/n were being held hostages. Kyrie tried to fight and let go, but y/n… Nothing.” Lady noticed how Dante and Vergil immediately frowned upon hearing that. It wasn’t like you to be allowed to be taken by demons without a fight. “Their weapons were on the floor. One of them said if y/n even tried to move, they would cut Kyrie’s throat.”

“Fuck…! I knew I should’ve gone with them!” Nero almost threw his arms up in exasperation, starting to roam around the room once again. This was killing him. He wanted to give Kyrie all the space she needed, but after Fortuna… He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. “What about y/n?!”

“That’s why they didn’t move.” Trish’s cold lilac blue eyes immediately turned to Nero. “Head held high as always, but not a single move.”

“And then? Did ya try to do somethin’?” Dante was on the brink on understanding Nero on a soul level – he himself was almost getting up from his big chair to prance around the room and blow off some steam.

“We tried…” Lady’s voice carried a regret he only heard when they were teens and met for the first time, so many years ago. Back then, she had a lot more bitterness rather than pure rage. “We tried to signal some things and plan something, but…”

“Hell Generals.” Trish cut Lady’s words, making Vergil immediately stiffen up, frozen eyes staring her with a sharp edge. “Two Hell Generals. I don’t know how, but they managed to get to the human world. One of them was their ‘master’ while the other must have had some sort of deal with the first.

“Which Generals…?”

“You think you know them?” Lady had to admit she was a little shocked. Trish was usually the encyclopedia of famous demons in Hell, given the fact she was literally born there. She knew the Generals, but not all of them.

“I spent enough time in Hell to know most of its worst.” And to say his eyes could cut was an understatement. “Everyone wanted the chance to torture the son of the 'filthy traitor Sparda'.”

The Devil May Cry fell in silence for a couple of seconds. Everyone knew Vergil hadn’t had it easy during his time in Hell, but he rarely talked about it – and when he did, it was usually followed by chills down their spines.

“Erlach and Orcus.” Trish finally raised her voice among that silence, making Vergil close his eyes. “Erlach was the lesser demons’ master, Orcus was the one who had an arrangement with him.”

“Indeed… Two of the worst.” Vergil opened his eyes once more, carrying even more rage than before.

“And what did they want?” Dante shook his head, sighing quickly. He thought they would be able to have a peaceful Halloween. “They were holdin’ them, so they must’ve wanted somethin’.”

“Yes, they talked about a ritual. The ‘Samhain ritual’ as far as I could hear, but I have no idea what that is.” Lady turned her bicolored eyes to Trish – after all, she must’ve known what they meant by that.

“The Samhain ritual is written in books in Hell but no one knows if it really is true. No demon ever tried it, apart from the ones of legend.” The demon rested her hands on her waist, sighing right after. “It’s a ritual to gain power, said to elevate a demon’s status. If it was made by a General, they would easily rise to Mundus’ status.”

“Ok, so not good at all, that’s what you mean.” Nero placed his hands on Dante’s desk, leaning on it and finally stopping his roaming around. “Why do they need Kyrie and y/n? Their blood? Their souls? Why didn’t you interrupt them?!”

“Well, when I heard what they said before completely disappearing I took some time to make sure I wasn’t hearing things, kid!” Lady now looked as furious as Nero, trying to get him to respect her again as he always did. “I thought I heard it wrong and then they were gone! It happened too fast!”

“What did they say?!” The three Spardas talked at the very same time; different voice tones, but indeed, a family.

“To get the wedding ready.”

Trish’s words fell among them like a ton of bricks. Nero had disgust and confusion written all over his face, seemingly trying to make sense of it – just like Lady when she heard it for the first time, making sure they didn’t get it wrong. Dante had his eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly open, but eyes filled with rage and shock. Vergil looked like he had swallowed an entire book and it was now stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down, while his face tried to maintain some dignity.

Until the three managed to blurt out the exact same phrase.

“What the fuck?!”

That was going to be one hell of a Halloween.

To Be Continued....

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Could you write Kyrie & Nero with a Reader who’s rowdy and kinda rough around the edges but has a softer side? A reader who butts heads with Nero while also being super kind and sweet to Kyrie? Like a love triangle sorta but the Reader loves the both of them and vice versa

I am looking. VERY closely at this ask, and I am torn between wanting to do it and not wanting to do it.

The reason? For some reason, I see Nero X Kyrie as some sort of sacred ground of some sort, like that meme with the two characters in the jar. You try to remove Kyrie, Nero will be mad and try to chop your fingers off, but if you try to take Nero out of the jar, Kyrie will get upset and you just have to put Nero back because you don't want to see sweet Kyrie cry.

Maybe in a platonic way? Like siblings? I'm not sure.

Very sorry for declining the request, and I hope you understand anon. Have a good day.

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