#nero x you

[d10nyx]

MAMA'S BOY - NERO

ft. nero x fem!reader

a/n: if nero does not stop looksmaxxing omfg why is it so hard to find a pic where he isn't mewing? this is admittedly so super self-indulgent and idek what the dmc fandom on tumblr is saying so... if this gets four notes i'll still die happy. feedback and reblogs appreciated :3 ty to @thevirgincherry for beta reading !! ilysm MWAH

cw: 18+ content, mdlb, nipple play, tit play(?) in general, use of mama, handjob, cum eating, super sappy smut basically

word count: 1.8k words

“You've gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” Is the first thing that spills past Nero's lips when you mention shifting the dynamics a little bit in your relationship. He's giving you an incredulous look, one of his brows arching towards his hairline.

“I'm really not. You're so irritable all the time. You need to let yourself relax. All that cynicism is getting to your head.” You say with a frown, your brows furrowing as you look at your boyfriend. He's giving you that look again - the one that says he's about three seconds away from saying something downright horrific, but he's choosing not to - to spare your feelings, of course.

“Right. And so, what… you coddling me like a kid's meant to… miraculously make me a ray of sunshine?” He scoffs, his own brows pinching together in frustration as he runs his hand through his hair. The cybernetic one, ‘cause his human hand is currently twitching at his side. “Baby, I love you, but seriously. I've been handling myself for a long while. I don't need you to do it.”

You know it's not that - you know Nero well enough to recognise the uncomfortable shift of his feet and the way the tips of his ears turn a slight pink. He's embarrassed, even if he's trying to hide it. A sense of unease always comes over him when he thinks about being taken care of. It's a luxury he's never had - one he thinks he doesn't deserve.

You give him that look that he really, really hates. ‘Cause you really are the only person that's always looked out for him, so seeing the way your eyes narrow in frustration is enough to have him wanting to kneel at your feet with his tail between his legs, rubbing himself against your thighs and pleading until you forgive him.

Shit. Maybe he's more cut out for this whole ‘mama’ shit than he thought.

His resolve wavers, his hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck before he lets out a soft sigh and nods. “Alright, alright. I’ll try it out, but I ain't promisin’ shit.”

                              ˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

Turns out all Nero needs is a few stern words and gentle touches and he's rolling over like a good boy, exposing the soft underbelly he tends to try and keep hidden. When he comes home drained and you're quick to guide him to a bath, it's hard for him not to completely melt under your attention.

Scratch his scalp when you're washing his hair, and he's fully ready to go all ‘yes, mama’ to whatever you want. He's happy to bare himself for you. You want him bent over the back of the couch? On all fours? He'll stick his tongue out and beg for it like a good boy if it meant you'd give him that proud expression that makes his heart feel like it's beating again. Mama gets what mama wants, and that's an irrefutable fact.

“C'mere, baby.” You coo after he makes his way into the apartment after a long day of ‘work’. Blood splatters his feet dragging against the floor. His movements are exhausted - slow and rugged. You can see that glazed over look making itself present in his eyes, his gaze somewhere off in the distance.

His body is working on autopilot as he makes his way to the sofa you're sitting on. He flops down next to you, and the change in him is immediate. The tension melts from him as he buries his face into your chest, nuzzling his way between your breasts as his hands clutch your waist tight enough that it's almost painful.

“Mama…” He croaks out, pressing himself right up against you, trying to wriggle his way on your lap without ever having to disconnect any part of himself from your warmth. You cradle him as best you can - it's not necessarily the easiest thing to have a 6’2 demon hybrid trying to curl up on your lap like a kitten, but he always manages to find a way to worm himself into your arms, clinging to you like he's scared you're gonna vanish as soon as he closes his eyes.

He's never found it so easy to be loved by someone. You gave him that unconditional, no strings attached love. You loved him just ‘cause he was worth loving in your eyes. Not because you needed him for something, or because you had some sense of pity for his situation.

You were easy to love, and his love for you was unwavering and all consuming. It was far too easy to fall into you with your kind eyes and gentle touch. He didn't have to deal with the shit of his life when he was with you. He could finally relax. He was safe.

“Missed you.” He breathes out against the skin peeking out from the low collar of your shirt, his blue eyes flicking up to gaze at your face. His nose brushes your skin, his hands pawing at your shirt as if he's trying to entice you to take it off. “Mama… please.”

“You gotta ask properly, baby. Use your big boy words, c'mon. What do you want from mama?” You coo, running a hand through his white hair. You let your nails rake over his scalp lightly, enjoying the way he shivers at the touch.

His hands slide under the fabric of your shirt, trying to tug it off anyway. He's never been good at this part - getting the words out. His cheeks grow all pink and he gets quiet, just whining until you let him pull the shirt off of your body. As soon as your tits are in view, he's licking, biting and sucking at every inch of skin he can get his mouth on.

“So impatient, baby.” You scold lightly, helping him adjust slightly so you can slip down his trousers, freeing his cock. It's already rock hard and leaky, the tip flushed red as it oozes precum down his length. “S'okay though. It's not your fault. Mama knows you can't think straight without her help.”

You give his dick a squeeze, his face scrunching up so prettily as he bucks his hips into your tight grip, his cock pulsing in your hand. “Mama… Mama, please. I'll be good, c'mon. Been good, just tou-”

His words are cut off with a groan as you finally start pumping his length in your hand, circling your wrist and running your thumb along his slit everytime you fist the head of his cock. You let go to spit into your palm before stroking him again, leaving him panting into your breasts.

His lips latch onto one of your nipples as you continue touching him, slick sounds filling the room. He suckles greedily, his eyes becoming heavy-lidded as he looks up at you, his tongue flicking eagerly against your nipple.

Your free hand cups his head, holding him against your tit as you let him fuck your fist. Your thumb brushes back and forth on his scalp as he pulls away from your nipple, biting and sucking marks into the flesh of your tits instead as his thumb plays with one of your nipples, stroking and pinching the bud.

“You're making such a mess, baby. Leaking all over mama's hand.” You tease, digging your nail lightly into his slit as he bucks his hips, a low whine spilling from his lips. “You sound so pretty, though. Lucky I'm so good to you, huh, pretty boy?”

You can see the conflict on his face at that nickname, the twitch of his brows and the way his face heats up, his teeth biting down just a little harsher as if he's trying to protest the choice. He can act all he wants, but his dick doesn't lie - and it always kicks when you call him that.

“Mama… gonna cum, mama, please…” He grits out, fucking your fist with more urgency. He pulls his face away from your tits just so he can shift his body to gain better control of his hips, rutting into your hand desperately as he chases his release. “Tits, mama. Lemme… lemme cum on you, please. I'll clean it up, promise. Please.”

You pause to think about it for a moment, watching him writhe as he struggles not to cum, his eyes tearing up and his face all flushed as he continues to jerk his hips, unable to stop chasing the pleasure you're giving him.

“Alright, baby. C’mere then.” You murmur, shifting to lie on your back. As soon as your grip on him loosens, he's quick to straddle your waist, kneeling over your body as he hungrily fists his cock, aiming it down towards your breasts.

“Fuck, mama. Gonna… gonna cum.” He grits, his hand quickly coming down next to your head to support his weight as he slumps forward, ribbons of white coating your chest. His lips part in a silent moan, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

He takes a couple of seconds before he leans down, his tongue sliding along your soiled skin. He laps up every drop of his release happily, his eyes practically shimmering with satisfaction.

“There we go. Such a good boy, cleaning up your mess.” You say softly, your hand finding his hair once more, scratching behind his ear in a way that never fails to have him melting in your grasp. He rests his head on your stomach when he's cleaned you up fully, his hand reaching out for yours. He yawns a little, letting himself lie across the couch while using you as his personal pillow.

“You sleepy?” You ask softly, gazing down at his hooded eyes. Nero nods softly, blinking slowly a few times. You smile at him, still stroking his hair with one hand as your free hand comes down to rest on his back, your thumb rubbing small circles there. “Take a nap, baby. Mama will be here when you wake up.”

He gives you another one of his looks - the one halfway between pure adoration and complete confusion. He knows you're someone that sees him. That sees Nero behind the front he puts up. Somehow, you're aware of how fucked up he is, and you're still willing to stay. He doesn't know how to take it, he can feel himself getting choked up as he meets your eyes. And he can't cry, not in front of you. So he nods again, closing his eyes to keep in the unshed tears, wrapping you up tightly in his free arm while his hand squeezes yours as hard as he can without hurting you.

“Alright, mama. Night.” He croaks out, the words he wants to say dying on his tongue. But when you rub your thumb over the nape of his neck and squeeze his hand back, he knows you felt it. He knows you love him, too. He knows that despite everything, it's enough for you. 

He's enough for you.

#nero x reader #nero x you #dmc5 smut #dmc smut #dmc x reader #dmc x you #nero smut #still in my nero era

[jotaroswh0re]

NSFW head canons for the dmc boys

*he loves period sex. Just look at the motherfucker, he is a v.a.m.p

* he loves slapping you and being slapped nuff said

* he’s got pussy eating lips and loves when you squirt all over his face

* the best fucking phone sex. His voice is like audio porn and it’s guaranteed to make you cum

*”don’t worry, I’ll be gentle”

* puts his fingers in your mouth and makes you suck on them

* play with his hair while he eats your pussy and he’ll be like putty in your hands

*he whimpers

*his dirty talk is poetic

* if you bite his neck he’ll have to use all his energy to not cum right on the spot

* he’s got a surprisingly big dick and when he pulls it out it like “who’s horse is that?”

*he loves when you ride him while you’re in the bathtub it’s just so intimate and makes his heart melt

*aftercare with him is just him cleaning you up and both of you just falling asleep naked

*he doesn’t just eat pussy, he slurps that shit up like he hasn’t drank anything in days

*he also eats it from the back

* he LOVES sloppy head. Choke on his dick and watch him go absolutely feral. He just loves seeing spit and cum all over his dick and balls and all over your face.

*he loves seeing your makeup smear and run down your face. It boosts his ego seeing the before and after iykyk

* he smacks your ass all the time. Even when you’re not fuckin he’ll just give you a swift smack to the ass whenever he feel like it. What can I say he’s an ass man.

* he is talkative and he moans and groans a lot. He all up in your ear like “you like that, baby?” “Does that feel good?” “Fuck- your pussy feels so fucking good” ik it’s kinda cringe but we both knows it’s true

* he has you sit on his lap naked while he’s fully clothed and plays with your pussy until you squirt all over his leather pants

*when in doggy he likes when you throw your ass back on his cock

*he secretly like when you grab his ass during sex

*he rubs your clit while so fuck because he likes making you really wet

* when you’re done he’ll immediately makes some corny joke and clean you up, get you some clothes and probably some pizza tbh.

* he loves when you sit on his face. Just having your pussy and you ass all up in his face makes him so fucking horny

* he loves giving you hickeys on your neck, tits, thighs and stomach. He loves getting hickeys on his neck, chest, stomach (hickeys on his abs though 😩)

*he loves when you have longs nails because he likes when you scratch his back up when he’s on top

*he grabs you waist or hair while in doggy for support

*he films y’all fucking sometimes and jerks off to it whenever you’re not around

* he’s got the best sex playlist trust 🤞

*he likes when you’re a little sassy and talk back to him

* call him and asshole or sumn and he’ll lose his fucking mind.

* he fucks HARD but he doesn’t fuck really fast though and it’s the perfect pace

*like Dante, he rubs your clit while you fuck

*if you’re being excessively bratty he’ll tie a vibrator on to your clit until you pass tf out

* if you tell him that he’s not going hard enough then he’ll try to prove you wrong by rearranging your guts and making your legs shake

*aftercare is him getting you water, cleaning you up, getting you clothes and depending on the time of day he either orders food for the both of you or cuddles you to sleep.

#devil may cry #devil may cry smut #v dmc5 #dmc5 nero #dmc5 #dante devil may cry #dante sparda #nero sparda #dmc5 v #devil may cry nero #devil may cry dante #dante x reader #nero x reader #nero x you #dante x y/n #dante sparda smut #Nero sparda smut #v dmc smut #Nero dmc smut #dante dmc smut

[actuallysaiyan]

Go With The Flow(Sparda men cum headcanons)

warnings: smut, creampies duhhh, slight breeding kink, mentions of cumming on someone, swearing, rough sex, male moaning, uhmmm smuttiness.

word count: 1.9k

pairings: Dante x Fem!Reader, Vergil x Fem!Reader, Nero x Fem!Reader and V x Fem!Reader

a/n: shout out to @beneathstarryskies, who is amazing and always believes in me and helped beta read this.

He has a tendency to cum a LOT. It’s quite thick too. But only a few shots come out. Its thick consistency makes up for how little shots come out. It makes for such a high volume out of such a small amount that comes out at the moment.

His growls and dirty talk will quickly turn into whiny attempts at warning you that he’s about to cum. It just comes out as nonsense a lot of the time; he can hardly even think of the right things to say. When he finally cums, it’s a lot of swearing and cursing that falls from his lips.

His hips will stutter, but he fucks you through every wave of his orgasm. It just keeps going and going until he is completely spent. Then he tends to slump on top of you, praising you with sweet words. Dante gets very affectionate after sex, but mostly he gets a little sleepy.

Loud, animalistic grunts fall from Dante’s lips as he pounds into you recklessly. The sounds of your wet skin slapping together echo along with your cries of love. With your little body pressed against the mattress, your clit continues to rub against the soft sheets beneath you. You know this next orgasm will completely wreck you. You aren’t even really sure how you’ve managed to hold on this long. Dante had gotten home from such a long, hard job that when he finally got to kiss you, he knew he had to get you into bed as soon as he was able.

“Baby,” he finally mutters. His brain is so thick with the fog of lust. His balls are heavy and he knows he can’t even hold on for much longer. But he wants to cum with you. “Are you close?”

You whine out your response, “so fucking close.”

He smirks before pressing into you even deeper. It takes but a few more thrusts and you're falling off the edge. You cry out his name as your vision cuts to static. Every nerve in your body feels white hot with pleasure. You knew this last orgasm would ruin you, and you are right. Dante whines as your walls begin to clamp down on his cock, squeezing it until he’s seeing stars. Soft whimpers fall from his lips as his hips stutter. 

“Cumming! Fuck I’m cumming! Fuck fuck fuck!” His voice trembles as he fucks his thick cum deep into you. 

After a while, his high begins to subside and he’s feeling a little weak. Slowly, he stops his pace and just rests against you. He’s very careful not to put his whole weight on you. He kisses your shoulders and the back of your neck before pulling out of you and resting next to you. 

“I am one lucky devil.”

While his cum is thick, it’s a little more stringy and thinner than his twin. Vergil has a tendency to shoot a lot of it into you. Six to seven spurts per orgasm usually, which makes up for the lack of thickness in his cum. 

Vergil growls a lot when cumming, and it soon turns into desperate grunts as the pleasure takes hold of him. You may hear some possessiveness coming from him when he fills you up with his seed. 

His whole body tenses and he likes to hold you to his body as his orgasm washes over him. It makes him feel so connected to you as he relishes in all these overwhelming emotions and sensations. Once he’s come down from his high, Vergil likes to get you cleaned up as soon as possible. But sometimes this turns into another round, as Vergil has a weakness for seeing his cum drip out of you.

He’s been rutting into you for what seems like an eternity now. You’ve come undone for him countless times, and still it’ll never be enough. Every ounce of softness and love that comes out of you, it makes him feel so weak. But for once in his life, Vergil wants to feel weak. Especially if it means being weak for you. You make him feel safe in so many ways as well, making it so that the weakness he does experience doesn’t even matter when you are right there to protect him.

“Such a beautiful little mate,” Vergil breathes out before kissing you. “All for me.”

“All for you,” you manage to say. Your voice is so hoarse from screaming and crying out so much. But you’d never have it any other way.

“‘Want to fill you up. ‘Want you to carry my seed,” Vergil can hardly recognize his own voice saying these filthy things to you. But it feels good to say these things to you. Your reaction is always worth the small amount of embarrassment he feels.

You begin pleading and begging to be filled with his cum. He smirks and begins thrusting deeper into you. His balls are so heavy and he’s so close.

A loud growl rumbles from his chest as you feel the first shot of cum. Vergil grips onto your hips tighter than before, and he pulls you so close to his body. He tenses as these waves of pleasure wash over him, rendering him into a growling and grunting mess. You make him feel this way. You’re the one who makes him want to share all of this with. Finally, he’s panting as he comes down from his high.

“Look at that mess,” Vergil comments as he pulls out of you. His cock is already throbbing. It’s such a filthy sight. “Absolutely begging for another round, aren’t you, sparrow?”

Nero’s cum is thick and he shoots a lot of it. Seven to eight spurts per orgasm, and it fills you so much that most of it leaks out before he’s even done cumming. He just has a lot to give you and he will give it all to you. You can expect to be glazed any time he decides to make a mess on you.

Pitiful moans and whimpers fall from his lips as he cums hard. It’s loud and he swears and curses a lot. You can hear some possessiveness in his voice as he mutters things about you and your sweet little pussy. Nero might even bite down on your pretty skin and leave marks as well as he tumbles over the edge.

He shudders as he is overtaken by the divine pleasure that washes over the both of you. Your little walls will be milking his cock, and he just drives himself deeper and deeper into you with every shot of his thick seed. After he comes down from the high, he tends to be a little timid. He wants to cuddle but he keeps thinking about all the filthy things he said. 

“Keep riding me, baby.” Nero moans as you grind against him even harder. 

You giggle before leaning in to kiss him. Who would have thought he would be so submissive underneath you? You’re quite pleased with the results of this little experiment. You and Nero always stick to a few key positions in sex, but when you mentioned you wanted to be on top, he was more than happy to let you take the lead.

It’s better than what he could imagine it to be. Your breasts press up against his chest, making him moan when he feels that warmth coming from you. The way you sometimes brace yourself on his chest and change the momentum, it drives him crazy. Your walls seem to be even tighter this way than before. And you can come undone so easily this way, he realizes. Nothing has ever felt better in his life. He’s growing addicted to this position quickly.

“So fuckin’ close. Please please, don’t stop.” His voice has grown a little needy. The tone is so desperate, you swear you could cum just from him pleading.

“You’re so needy, baby.” You comment, and he groans. His cheeks are a little pink.

“Just wanna fill you up, baby. Want to fuck a baby into my little princess,”

It’s your turn to blush now. You’ve never heard him say anything like this before. But you won’t deny, it’s very arousing. You’d be happy to start a family with Nero.

Suddenly, he’s shuddering. His pleading increases and you hear him slip a few curses in there as well. Shots of thick, hot cum begin filling you up. You ride him harder and faster, making him squeak in pleasure. He feels like jolts of electricity are coursing through his entire body, rendering him into a numb mess.

Nero opens his eyes when he’s finally come down from his high. He looks up at you and he realizes what he said at the end. His cheeks burn hot as he’s ashamed of being so forward. But you only soothe him with a sweet kiss.

“I love you, Nero.”

V

V’s cum is pretty thin and stringy. He doesn’t shoot a whole lot of it, but it feels good regardless. It’s warm and leaves you feeling dizzy with lust. He has a tendency to always cum deep inside of you, and he hardly ever wants to pull out. The act alone makes him feel so connected to you.

He whines a lot as he cums hard. His eyes will roll back in his head as he mumbles such sweet words. They all just come tumbling out as he rides his high. Depending on his mood, he may be a little more desperate or possessive. But he always has the sweetest words of love for you.

He shudders and shakes, and his hips thrust into you involuntarily as the pleasure takes hold of him completely. V barely has control over his body as he cums so intensely. It’s like he’s floating on this cloud the whole time. When he comes down from his high, he snuggles on your chest and doesn’t pull out. He may actually pass out from such intense pleasure.

“Oh sparrow,” V whines as he plunges into you. He never wants this to end, but he knows he’s dangerously close to his orgasm. “I love you,”

You smile sweetly at his words. He cups your face and kisses you deeply. Your walls keep pulsing around him, making desperate moans fall from his lips. He’s never experienced a love like this before. It’s so much more intense than he would have ever imagined. He wants more and more from you. But there’s just no way for him to hold on for that much longer.

“‘Gonna make me cum so hard, darling. You feel too good.”

You’re both panting as the pleasure builds deep inside of you. V leans his forehead against yours and you both close your eyes as you let the pleasure take hold of you. The tip of his long cock brushes against your sweet spot without even trying. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s been lit on fire as you teeter on the edge. 

“V,” you whine. “I’m cumming.”

His eyes snap open to watch you come undone so beautifully under him. He knows he’s a goner when he sees that sexy look on your face. It’s too much, he can’t even take it anymore. He moans your name over and over as he cums so deep inside of you. His hips snap against you as the pleasure leaves him reeling. Shivers run down his spine as he feels his cock throbbing with every shot of his hot cum. 

You cling to him through every wave of pleasure. It’s so wonderful to fall off the edge with your lover. You can tell he’s enjoying every moment of it just like you are. He places a soft kiss to your lips when the high finally subsides. Then he rests on your chest and he groans softly.

“You feel too good,” V chuckles. “How am I ever supposed to last a long time?”

#bacon.writes #dmc #devil may cry #devil may cry fanfiction #devil may cry x reader #dante x you #dante x reader #dante x fem!reader #vergil x you #vergil x reader #vergil x fem!reader #dante x y/n #vergil x y/n #nero x you #nero x reader #nero x fem!reader #nero x y/n #v x you #v x reader #v x y/n #v x fem!reader #v dmc x you #v dmc x reader

[animelovelover123]

Devil May Cry Boys Dealing With Your Violent, Emotional Breakdown

Parings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Reboot Vergil, Nero, V x Reader (reader is gender neutral but there are some comments that may seem to veer one way or the other)

This is a weirdly specific idea but it came to mind while trying to calm myself down from an emotional dysregulated episode. I’ve never gotten violent with people but I have trashed some things in my blind panic and rage, so the physical attacking aspect might not be too realistic. I tried.

Disclaimer: This story shouldn’t be taken as a serious representation of mental troubles or as a guide on how to deal with someone who is having an episode.

Trigger Warnings: Forceful confinement. Attacking others and (in one case) being attacked. Mentions of wanting to hurt others and yourself.

Dante

“Welcome home.” Dante greeted, fully expecting the glare you shot him considering he could hear your stomping and cursing from across the street.

Something on your mission had clearly ticked you off and Dante intended to stay out of it.

However, things change when he gets up from his desk and starts towards your shared bedroom, hoping to take refuge there while the storm passed.

You start accusing him of abandoning you and not caring about you.

“Hey now, you know that’s not what this is about.” He keeps up his joking tone, hiding the honest offense he took at your claims.

He knows that once this episode passes, you’ll apologize and tell him not to take the things you say in this state seriously.

But he also knew that right now, in this manic state, you do believe everything you're saying. He has seen it and, once upon a time, felt it himself, the overwhelming feeling that the world and every creature in it are against you.

So he stayed, still intending to let you thrash around to your heart’s content. That is until you yank a Devil Arm from the wall.

“Whoa there cowboy, no need for that.” Even in the hands of someone who couldn’t call upon the demonic power within it, a Devil Arm could still cause some serious damage. Dante may be able to handle quite a bit of abuse and any furniture crushed in your rampage could be replaced, but god forbid you hurt yourself.

He grabs hold of the hand guard and tries to pluck it from your grip but you hang on like your life depended on it, screaming, pulling, swearing, kicking, and clawing at Dante in an attempt to make him let go.

His quips and prods come naturally. He teasingly says things like “Feeling feisty today aren’t we kitten?” and “I didn’t know my sweet little kitten had claws” as the only damage you are able to do to him is giving him a few nicks with a jagged nail you had broken in your rage.

Eventually, he lifts the Devil Arm up and out of your reach.

Instead of hanging there you give up on that one. You let go and make a dash for another weapon lodged in the shop’s walls.

“Alright, playtimes over.” Dante drops the Devil Arm he had confiscated on his desk and wraps his thick, strong arms around your waist, pinning your arms down at your sides. “I’m gonna have to put you in time out.”

He lifts you off the ground with ease and carries you to the couch.

You can kick, scream, and struggle around all you want but there isn’t much you can do while in his lap, your back to him.

He holds you tight, only loosening his grip a bit if you start to wheeze, cough, hyperventilate, or any other action that suggested you weren’t getting enough air.

“That’s it kitten, let it all out.” He coos between your incoherent shouts.

When you aren’t thrashing your head around, he places gentle kisses along your shoulders and up the back of your neck.

As you settle, his iron grip transitions into soothing rubbing, messaging your arms and thighs.

When you finally relax into him and start muttering apologies for your actions and what you said his jokes soon come back in full force.

Not quite immediately though as he first assures you that “It’s alright, your fine. I’m not going anywhere.”

I briefly considered writing separate entries for different stages in Dante’s life, but I felt that the only thing that would really change was how moody he got in response. So instead, I made this general scenario and slipped in some angst. Also, I had no intention of having ‘kitten’ be your go-to nickname but the quips I came up with just fit the name so well so I kept using it ^^;.

Reboot Dante

Mocking each other, playfully arguing, and coming up with creative insults were just a part of your guys’ relationship. Being able to take smack talk and throw it right back was something Dante loved about you. And from your two’s bubbling anger came rougher kisses and better sex so it was usually a win-win.

This, along with having anger issues himself and being a generally confrontational guy, resulted in Dante not realizing that your mood was more severe than any other time you got pissy. If anything, he takes this opportunity to toy with you, having fun lighting your short fuse as you worked on a mission together.

“Aww, you didn’t get that? You know, I’d spell it out for you, but that’s assuming you know your ABC’s.”

“Oh ya, you’re totally glowing babe. But I think it’s from the radiation coming off your toxic ass.”

“You're worth every penny babe. That being said, let me show you to the discount section because I found a spot for you.”

It was all fun and games for Dante until you started making crazy claims with an all-too-serious voice.

You screamed about how much you hated the world, the people in it, and yourself. That was all relatively fine. He agreed with a lot of what you said about the assholes in the world, though not about yourself. But then you started hinting at wanting to hurt yourself.

He tells you to chill out in what may seem like his usually cocky tone but anyone who knew him well enough would have caught the twinge of uncertainty and fear that crept out.

Dante turns away from you, whips out a cigarette, and lights it. “Let’s just get this shit over with.”

Once the two of you were done with this mission and out of limbo then he could get you both something to drink to calm down. Or maybe he would hand you off to Kat.

Out of all the moments for Kat to split off to do something else, why did it have to be the time Dante needed her help the most?

He can hear you stomp after him screaming your lungs out but he isn’t in the mood to yell back anymore.

Dante keeps his glaring eyes straight ahead, his shoulders tense up, and the pinch hold on his cigarette grows stronger, denting the filter.

Then, everything escalates all too suddenly.

His shoulder is grabbed. He is spun around. His cigarette snaps and tumbles into his hand where it quickly burns a hole through his glove and skin. You’re screaming in his face, asking if this is what he wants. Theirs a gun between you two. Dante’s fight or flight reflexes kick in and his instincts choose what it always did.

He slams his clenched fist up into your gut, knocking the air out of your lungs. You drop your gun and crumble to the floor, hands wrapping around your stomach as your desperate attempts for air turn into violent coughing.

“Shit! Fuck! I’m sorry I-” Dante reaches down to you but when you, whether intentionally or not, jerk away from his shaking hand his heart drops into his churning stomach.

“Kaaaaat!” Dante turns and takes a few steps away from you. “Kat! Where the hell are you?”

“I’m here Dante.” Kat's white lucid form comes sprinting around a corner at the rare sound of panic in Dante’s voice. “What happened? Are you guys okay?” She quickly notices you curled up on the ground fighting for breath and rushes over.

“Get them out of limbo.” He orders, unable to look at your now crying face out of shame.

“What about you?”

“I’ll stay here and finish the mission. Just get them somewhere safe. Help them.” Because God knows Dante can’t. He’ll just fuck up more than he already has.

I believe that reboot Dante would, by far, be the worst at handling violent emotional breakdowns. This man can’t keep himself in check when walking down the street half the time. There is no way he can navigate someone else’s emotions. But now that he has you, Kat, and Vergil (people that he wants to protect and keep a positive relationship with) he is trying to reign in his anger around them. Bad habits die hard though. That was my thought process.

Reboot Vergil

It started with you and Vergil worrying over something having gone wrong on your recent mission. This includes your own failings, which he will point out and calmly instruct you on how you could have done better.

When he notices that you are getting far more riled up about this than usual his own negative comments lessen and eventually stop when you take on a doomful mindset.

At first, he stays calm, telling you that “things will be dealt with”, “everything would be fine”, and “no need to get so worked up”.

But as you kept yelling and start stomping around, he grows impatient, telling you to go cool off somewhere else as he tries to gently lead you out of the room.

Not taking this well you fight back, getting up in his face and screaming at him.

He doesn’t back down though, standing up straight and glaring down at you. He shouts your name at you like an angry parent trying to assert dominance and instill slight threat.

When you suddenly start physically attacking you catch him off guard and get a single good hit on him, a punch to the jaw. Any attempt after that though he easily blocks or evades single-handedly, his other hand holding his sore jaw.

He doesn’t try to grab or restrain you though, not until you turn your violence onto the objects around you two.

Ungodly amounts of irreplaceable documents were spread around the room. Terabytes of data on encrypted memory sticks. Stacks of incriminating papers. Ancient and fragile books. All were so easily destroyable and it was all the same to you in your blind rage.

So, begrudgingly, Vergil retrieves one of the pairs of handcuffs used by The Order from a draw and wrestles you into a sitting position. He cuffs your hands behind your back and around an unpowered radiator mounted to the wall.

As you thrash and scream Vergil tries to do something to distract himself, some work or making a drink. All the while one of his hands rubs his already-healed jaw as if it could soothe his non-physical pain.

Once your adrenalin runs dry and you are left sitting slack against the wall, Vergil approaches you. He goes down on one knee in front of you, making himself less threatening, though still above your slouched form.

“I’m going to take the cuff off now alright?” He doesn’t proceed until you respond with a quiet affirmation.

He unlatches each cuff separately, taking the time to gently slide each of your hands free, delicately holding your soar wrists which were red and limp from the struggle.

“Would you like something to drink?” He offers as he stands up, still gently holding your wrists, urging you to stand. When you don’t move, he places your hands on your lap.

“I’ll be right back.” He promises, stepping out of the room momentarily. He returns with a mug of water, an orange, and an ice pack.

He lays them in front of you like an offering to a goddess. He doesn’t ask for an explanation or an apology. He doesn’t ask you to leave nor does he leave you. He’ll let you reflect in silence for as long as you need while he works close by.

“If you want to talk, I’ll be here to listen, always.”

This is the first of the set I wrote (though not the first one I thought up) so it is a bit different from the others as I was still trying to settle on a style. He is also the only one in this group that would probably have actual restraining equipment on hand to use on you and would know how to do it. The order does some shady shit so you’re not the first person he has had to tie up. Though you are the only one to get such nice treatment after ;).

Nero

Despite the fact that Nero is guilty of violently lashing out at people and things, he is wholly unprepared for your breakdown.

To him, it started like any other argument you two had. Your voices grew louder, your brows knit together in glares, and baseless claims, threats, and swearing spilled from each of your mouths recklessly. Kyrie was fussing in the background, trying her best to calm the situation with her words.

But then you started to hit things. You punch a wall, breaking through the drywall and knocking things off it. You kicked at tables and shelves, rattling the things on them into falling over or to the floor.

“The hell is your problem?!” He more so accused than asked.

He doesn’t approach you though, yelling back at you from a distance as he felt his right arm flex as the adrenalin in his body was making his arm crave violence, but he wasn’t going to lay a hand on you.

That was his intention, but then you started throwing things. In your blind rage you were just flinging things around randomly, but then you threw a cup in Nero’s direction.

He easily doges with a lean and it sores past him. It shatters against the wall… right beside Kyrie.

She lets out a surprised shriek, jumping back as the broken shards graze her dress though do not cause any damage.

Nero snaps, his protective brother instincts kicking in as he storms over to you.

“Nero, wait.” Kyrie pleads, reaching for his arm but he brushes it away.

“Stay back Kyrie, I’ve got this.” Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do but he had to stop you.

“Please don’t hurt them.” Kyrie cries though she heeds Nero’s demand and backs out of the room, knowing that she would just be in the way.

Of course Nero wasn’t going to hurt you. He could never. And that’s the problem. He doesn’t know how to stop someone’s violence without resorting to it himself.

As he watches you scream and throw things, which he makes sure to catch and drop on the floor, while also crying and shaking he is reminded of an angry and frightened child lashing out. You remind Nero of his childhood self.

As a child… what did people do to stop him?

A distant memory of himself and Credo flashes in Nero’s mind.

Now within arms reach you take a wild swing at him. Nero uses your momentum against you, spinning around you and pushing you forward while tripping you so you fall to the wood floor.

You hear the stomp of boots on either side of you. As you prepare to lift up onto your hands and knees, a massive weight lands on your lower back, forcing you back down.

Nero was sitting on you, pinning you to the ground.

Though not totally understanding what had you acting like this, Nero could tell that you weren’t in your right mind and you weren’t able to communicate coherently until you calmed down. So he kept you under control until you two were able to work things out together.

Though he is unable to use his legs, as they were straddling your hips, his hands are free. He doesn’t want to use them though, worrying about hurting you with his overpowered right arm. However, he will stop you from hurting yourself by tossing any sharp object out of your reach and holding your head steady if you start slamming it against the floor.

He also responds to a lot of your accusations once realizing that many of them were, whether directly or indirectly, self-deprecating.

“Broken? What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re not a failure.”

“You just need to calm down, you’re fine.”

“Of course I love you.”

Like Reboot Dante, Nero has an attitude problem and is prone to starting/egging people into fights. However, Nero has enough self-control to not hit things he knows he shouldn’t. Like, no matter how pissed off he got at Kyrie (unlikely considering she is a saint) he would NEVER lay a hand on her. I wanted to implant that feeling here.

His solution to this is childish (fun fact I got this idea from a past experience where a family member did this to child me when I was having a tantrum) but he grew up having his anger funneled into combat training for The Order of the Sword so he doesn’t really have many experiences dealing with anger any other way.

V

You leave a scratch on the side of Nico’s van by how forcefully you slammed the door open.

“So you’re gonna bust up my van now dickhead?” She screamed, trying to follow you to continue your guys’ argument but Nero wrapped her in a Nelson hold to stop her before she started a fistfight she wouldn’t win. “How about you shove a tampon in before coming back!”

As Nico thrashed, shouting stranger and stranger insults, and Nero attempted to get her to chill out, V silently slid out of the van.

He had stayed silent through the argument, observing the situation unfold but not feeling the need or right to intervene. This decision had been solidified when Nero tried to interject and had only made things worse.

His lack of action, however, did not equate to a lack of concern for your well-being.

“Are they done yet?” Griffon said wearily as he was summoned, having evaporated to safety the moment his mocking comments had gotten him grabbed by the leg and tossed into the front windshield of the van.

In his defense, according to himself, that attack wouldn’t have worked on him if his master didn’t ban him from hurting you.

“Scout ahead for demons,” V instructed while calling Shadow out from the floor. His eyes stayed glued to your form as you stomped down a dirt path leading away from the city and into a lightly forested area. Though with it being the fall season many of the trees were close to bald of any foliage. “and lead them away from any danger.” V added with a stroke to the top of Shadow’s head.

Shadow darted back into the ground and slid after you.

“Alright lover boy,” Griffon took off from V’s outstretched arm. “but I’m gonna keep high. I don’t feel like becoming Thanksgiving dinner.”

“Oh,” V called Griffon’s attention again who had already risen higher than the sparse trees. “and keep an eye out for anything… derelict.”

“Oh-ho! Now we’re talking.”

And so, you were tracked and led through the woods. Griffon zoomed around overhead, signaling to Shadow whenever your path would lead to a pack of demons while looking for an abandoned structure you could ‘play’ with. Shadow didn’t so much push you into any direction, but more so shepherd you through acts like blocking your current path and making attention-grabbing sounds and/or movements along safer roads. And V studied you from a distance, keeping you in earshot while casually avoiding your line of sight.

Though he was following you out of a desire to watch over you while allowing you the space to vent your frustrations, he also found a sort of fascination in your outrage.

The lover of art in him was attracted to pure, intense, unfiltered emotions. As if he was watching an interpretive dance or a slam poetry performance, V studied your movements, your posture, the words you spoke and how you said them, trying to decipher them to understand the underlying feelings from which they originated from.

By the time you finished tearing apart the remains of what was once a cabin, he had a firm grasp on what had truly set your heart ablaze.

He doesn’t approach you until you slump to the floor in exhaustion. Your head lolls back as your tired muscles surrender to your weight. You start to fall back but are quickly caught by V’s arm sliding around your shoulders and supporting your neck.

He flouts down to one knee as he lowers you onto the awaiting Shadow, the feline’s warmth and silky coat cradling around you as your new support in this almost laying position.

As your body and consciousness fight over whether or not to sleep here and now, you feel a soothing warmth glide up your cheek.

“Rest now love.” V’s fingers glide up the side of your face and into your hair. He could discuss his theories on what feelings deep in your heart had caused you this pain after you had recovered your strength, even if that meant sleeping under the fall sunset somewhere deep in the woods. “I’ll be here to watch over you.”

This was the last one I wrote since I am still getting a grasp on V’s, and his familiar’s, mannerisms. I think I did okay. This one ended up the longest and I blame this on integrating Griffon and Shadow, which I also think I did okay writing.

Also, I debated whether to have Griffon present as you fell asleep, maybe cuddling up on you for warmth, but I feel like he would talk your ear off and not let you rest so I left him out.

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[suvidrache]

Dancing with Demons

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 107 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

Featuring: Dante, Vergil, V, and Nero.

Dante loves dancing!

He'd do just about any dance.

May not know all the steps to the tango, but he will learn for you.

Vergil doesn't really like dancing.

He would prefer to watch you.

He would only learn a dance if you taught him it.

V would prefer to slow dance.

Something that's nice and slow, and doesn't take too much energy.

Something that would last a lot longer.

Nero doesn't dance often.

He wouldn't break out and start dancing randomly like Dante.

He'd be okay dancing whenever you want him to.

He would either watch you dance or join you if you start randomly dancing.

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[aldryrththerainbowheart]

[XIX - The Sun] ; What’s their happiest memory with you?

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Characters: Vergil, Dante, Nero

Relatinships: characters x reader

Note: Is it good? Is it bad? I don't know but I wanna post it naaaaoooow.

First rain of autumn

It was the beginning of autumn when Vergil took you on your official date together. Nothing original, he knows. He took you to that same cafe the two of you originally met. Vergil is fairly new to the human world, so he naturally chose the ground he was self-assured in. The routine of it calmed him, in a way. And yet, there was something different. The way you looked at him, the tone of your voice when you leaned towards him to tell him something particularly witty. There was also the way you unconsciously leaned toward him. Just the fact that you accept him, that you feel the same way he does makes Vergil feel like he has never been to this place before.

You stayed until closing time, too engrossed in each other to notice the sky darkening and filling with clouds. Your nose scrunched adorably when the first droplets of rain landed on it. With a quiet chuckle, Vergil opened his umbrella and offered you his arm. He offered to take you home and for a while, a comfortable silence settled over the two of you. The silence was filled with the quiet pitter-patter of raindrops, the whistling of the wind, and the sound of crunching leaves beneath your feet.

At that moment, Vergil noticed you were looking down with concentration. He opened his mouth to ask you when it dawned on him. You were purposefully trying to step on as many leaves as you could, dragging your feet through the piles of golden brown dried-up leaves. You were so engrossed in your little task you didn't notice Vergil looking at you. When you finally looked up and noticed his stare, you blushed fiercely. “Well…you see…the leaves. They’re…crunchy.” you stammered with a bashful smile, thinking Vergil must find you childish.

The last thing you expected was for him, to aim at the nearest pile of leaves with his boot, sending them everywhere. You spend the rest of the walk home dancing among the fallen leaves, completely ignoring the rain. And then…there was this one moment, a single second that stayed imprinted on his mind like a photo. It was you, jumping on the sidewalk with careless laughter and disheveled hair. Vergil remembers closing his eyes after that as if to ensure that image of you is sealed away forever.

Sunset Hues

As cliche as it sounds, the background was picturesque, almost kitschy sunset. You were actually pretty mad at Dante. His last mission ended disastrously, to put it mildly, and you have to ride in the middle of nowhere just to pick him up, along with his completely wrecked car and fresh debt to throw onto the pile. Needless to say, you spent the rest of the way home switching between nagging him and giving him the silent treatment. Dante didn’t care, he was beaten, tired, smelly, and hungry. The latter was announced by a loud growling of his stomach. For the first time, he looked at him with something akin to sympathy and took him to the nearest gas station to fill up both his and the cars' tanks.

The sun began to set, and two hundred miles separated you from Capulet city. As you stepped out of the car you gave a short glance at the endless highway stretching out to the distance and you sighed. You two still haven’t said a word to one another as you stepped inside a gas station. Instead, you let the awkward silence be filled with the buzzing of fluorescent lamps. Dante scanned the isles for snacks while he tried to break the ice. “Look,” he pointed with his chin, “they have strawberry twinkies!” No reaction.

You left the store with a whoosh of sliding door and Dante still looked for ways to cheer you up. That’s when the last rays of sunlight hit his face, prompting him to look in the direction of the sun. “Dante.” You grumbled impatiently, dragging him by his arm to the car. “Look at that sunset.” Dante gently tugged you back. You turned your head in annoyance when you actually noticed what he meant. Bright hues of magenta, purple, yellow, and orange danced around the blood-red sun. It was like something out of an 80s album cover.

You let yourself be dragged to an empty bench. “Sorry about that.” Dante apologized with a mouthful of twinkies and puppy eyes. You looked at him, waving this all off, but then you noticed how perfectly half of his face is bathed in the last rays of sunlight, sunset hues lovingly tracing his sharp jaw, the proud curve of his nose, highlighting finer whisps of hair on his temple and his eyelashes. You could never be truly angry at this man, not with your heart helplessly twitching in his calloused hands. Before you realized it, you lifted your hand and moved a few stray strands of hair from his face.

Dante watched your every movement and every emotion that flashed across your face. There was a mixture of resignation, wonder, and love. You looked at him like he was the best thing next to Christmas. Dante can’t remember the last time someone looked at him like that. Without either of you realizing it your faces inched closer. He tasted like strawberries and sunsets, you like hot chocolate and starbursts. And to this day, there’s not a single person in Dante’s life who hasn’t heard the exaggerated, cheesy story of your first kiss all those years ago.

Shooting stars

Sometimes, even people you think you know may surprise you. At first glance, Nero is a spunky attitude, a big mouth, and churlish glares. Then, he just does something that makes you think there’s more to this punk than you thought.

“Rookie, wake up.” You grumbled sleepily, as you peeled your eyes open with all your strength. It was still dark in the van, which means one thing - demons. You scrambled for your weapon when Nero stopped you. “Relax, I just wanna show you something.” “In the middle of the night!?” you whisper-screamed, so as not to wake Nico snoring a few feet away.

Somehow, Nero managed to convince you not only to get out of the van but to also climb atop the van. You cursed as your foot slipped on the ladder. Nero caught your arms before you fell on your ass. He always had your back, you found that out pretty quickly after starting your demon hunter career. Nero took you under his fluorescent-clawed wing. Despite the dumb nickname and the tough love he gave you during sparring, he watched after you like a big brother and showed you everything he knew.

You plopped on the roof of the van and looked at him, “so what is it you wanted to show me?” Nero pointed at the sky. You squinted into the darkness for a bit when you finally took note of the hundreds of small specks of light littering the night sky. “You don’t see that in the city.” Nero hummed, watching the stars with a soft smile. You couldn’t resist a little jab, “didn’t know you’re such a romantic.” He took the bait, “aw shut up,” Nero barked at you as he lay down. You followed him, “didn’t say I don’t like it.” You and Nero probably spent hours on that roof talking to each other, when you both noticed a cluster of stars falling.

It was funny, how you pointed in awe above you with loud exclamations of wonder like a bunch of little kids. “This is so cool! Did you wish for something?” you asked the devil hunter with eyes still stuck to the sky. Nero actually gave it a thought, giving the little frown and pursing of lips, “I hope we never stop being friends,” he mumbled bashfully. That really took you off guard. You turned your face to his, trying to find words to say while Nero refused to look you in the eyes. You looked up again at the sea of flickering lights, and wiggled a little, feeling your hand bump his. As you felt your stomach flutter, you let out a small whisper, “I…I hope so.” The tips of your fingers tentatively brushed his palm. He really is full of surprises. You thought to yourself as you felt much bigger hands tentatively encompass yours.

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[no-one-anon]

I answered the ask that an 🧟 anon, but it self destructed. Sorry to whoever that was 😅, but here it is! (Everything keeps self destructing)

it seems like after you become a write things just blow up-

anyways!- (by the way, I didn't know if you wanted them to be a significant other or anything- but I just chose for them to be their significant other- sorry!!!)

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Dante, Vergil, & Nero reacting to a demon reader!

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Dante:

Dante has spent many years as a demon hunter, protecting the human world from malevolent demons. He has battled various monster-like creatures, but has also learned to distinguish between demons' actions and their nature. He believes demons are not inherently evil, and even made friends with a few over the years.

One day, Dante meets his significant other, you. A 'human' with a kind heart and a curious mind. You were fascinated by Dante's demon-hunting work, and soon became a regular visitor at Dante's office. Over time, Dante starts to develop feelings for you, and finds himself wanting to spend more time with you.

You, on the other hand, start to develop feelings for Dante as well. You find yourself drawn to Dante's rugged but handsome look, and find yourself intrigued by Dante's stories of hunting and battling various demons. You begin to ask more questions about Dante's work, and soon finds yourself becoming a big fan of Dante.

Both Dante and you realize that you both have become infatuated with each other, and before you both know it, you were in a serious relationship. Dante is happy, and feels like he has finally found someone who understands him and his work. You, too, feel like you have found the person you've have always been looking for.

However, things take a drastic turn one day, when you tell Dante that you have something important to confess. Dante immediately senses that something is not right, and prepares themselves for the worst. Taking a deep breath, you reveal to Dante that you were actually a demon.

Dante was shocked by the news, and struggled to make sense of it at first. He knows that demons aren't inherently evil, but also knows that many demons have been responsible for much death and destruction over the years.

Dante doesn't know how to react, and is at a loss for words. He wants to love and accept you for who you were, but also doesn't want to put the human world at risk. After a long moment of silence, Dante finally speaks out. He tells you that he will always love and support you, no matter what their past or their nature may have been. He tells you that he understands that demons have been treated unfairly in the past, and that he will do his best to help you find their place.

Nero:

Nero and you have been together for nearly a decade, and your relationship had always felt like something out of a fairytale. You had become each other's everything, each one's rock and support when times were tough. You had shared countless memories, both happy and sad, and had always been there for each other no matter what.

So when your true identity was revealed as a demon, it came as a complete shock to Nero. He had never suspected a thing, and the news shook him to his core. He felt betrayed and deceived, and he couldn't understand how he could have been so blind.

As Nero tried to process the information, his emotions ran wild. He felt hurt, angry, and confused all at once. He wondered how he could ever trust you again, and if all the love they felt had been a lie. He started to pull away from you, keeping his distance and avoiding eye contact.

You tried to explain and apologize, but Nero's heart had been shattered. He just couldn't see past the betrayal, and despite his best efforts, he couldn't see a way forward. After months of tension and pain, Nero made the heartbreaking decision to end your relationship. It was the hardest thing he had ever done, but he knew it was the only choice left to him.

The two parted ways, each one feeling a deep sense of loss and grief. They had lost more than just a partner; they had lost their best friend, their confidante, their rock, and their support system. They had lost everything they had worked for and dreamed of, all because of one terrible secret.

Nero's and your story is proof that true love can exist even in the most unexpected of circumstances. But it also shows that sometimes, even the strongest bonds can be broken by the weight of a single lie.

Vergil:

Vergil, a man known for his calm, collected demeanor and his intense concentration, stood silently in your shared living room as you confessed your deepest secret: you were a demon. You, looked at Vergil with a mix of fear and hope, waiting to see how he would react to your dark secret.

At first, Vergil said nothing, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made you uncomfortable. After a few moments, he leaned forward, still silent, his gaze unbroken. You shivered as a chill ran down your spine, unsure of what Vergil was thinking.

Finally, Vergil spoke, his voice even and measured. "So you are a demon," he said slowly, as if he had already suspected as much. "I must admit, I had expected something like this. Tell me, how does your demonic nature affect our relationship?"

You, caught off guard by Vergil's calmness, stumbled over your words as you tried to explain your demonic nature. You explained how they were able to conjure powerful magical spells, how your body was immune to most physical harm, and how you had the ability to manipulate their appearance to blend in with human society.

Vergil listened intently, his face showing no emotion, as you detailed every aspect of you demonic nature. When you were done, Vergil nodded slowly, his brows furrowing slightly as he considered his partner's words.

"I see," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "So you are a demon. This changes nothing between us, I assure you."

Your eyes widened in amazement, not quite able to believe how well Vergil was taking their confession. "Really?" You asked, hope creeping into your voice.

Vergil nodded again, his voice still soft and steady. "Yes, really. I have interacted with many demons and demonic beings in my life. And I have learned that not all demons are the same. Some are cruel and sadistic, while others are simply misunderstood. You fall into the latter category, I see."

You beamed at Vergil's words, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude.

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[yourimaginationrealm]

….. enough said ;-)

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[sparda-ly]

BABES PLEASE SEND IN GOD OF WAR OR DEVIL MAY CRY REQUESTS!!!! I WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT. ESPECIALLY HEIMDALL AND VERGIL😫😫😫😫

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[devilmayfamily]

Pretty Boy

NSFW, MDNI There is no plot, how dare you think there is Use of the name Mommy, gender neutral otherwise

"Hey pretty boy", you say as you pass Nero.

Nero frowned, eyes following you as you disappear upstairs. You have been calling Nero "pretty boy" for a few weeks now and he couldn't figure out why. He wasn't sure if you were doing it to mess with him or if it was just a phase you'd grow out of. What bothered him most was he thinks he might like it.

Nero got up and followed you upstairs, finding you in his room. You were rummaging around in his closet, humming a small tune.

"What are you doing in here?", Nero asked.

"Looking for a shirt."

"You have your own clothes."

"But I like your shirts", you reply.

You pick up a shirt, smiling to see it was your favorite blue shirt Nero liked to wear a lot. Taking off your own, you slip on his, Nero covering his eyes as you do.

"What the fuck Y/N!", he yells.

"What? It's just a shirt", you reply. You can see behind Nero's hands his face is a bright red, the color running up his neck and surrounding his ears.

"What's wrong pretty boy? Why so red?", you tease.

"Shut up! And take off my shirt!", Nero says.

"If you say so", you reply. You begin to peal off the shirt, Nero daring to look past his fingers. He covers his eyes again, his face growing even redder.

"Stop!", Nero yells.

"You said to take off the shirt Nero, now you dont want me to? Come on pretty boy, make up your mind", you say.

"Stop calling me that!", Nero says.

"Why?", you ask but get no answer in return. You step closer to Nero, only for the boy to back up. He kept going until he was trapped between you and the door.

"Pretty boy", you purr.

Nero peaks out from behind his fingers, his bright blues dilating as soon as they make contact with yours. You smile, watching as his eyes dilate more.

"Hey pretty boy, let me see your face", you say. You reach up and slowly remove Nero's hands from his face. Nero allows you to, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"Look at you! You're cute little face all red", you coo, cupping Nero's face. His face heats up under your cold hands, Nero leaning into your touch.

"Sweat little boy"

Nero lets out a whimper that surprises you both but also fills you with joy.

"Yea? You my sweet little boy?", you ask.

Nero nods, leaning his forehead against yours. You circle your thumbs along Nero's cheeks, leaning in to kiss his nose. Nero whimpered once more, his reasoning slipping.

"You want a kiss?", you ask, fingers now running along his sides.

A shiver ran up Nero's spine, another involuntary whine leaving him.

"Please?", he begged. Nero wanted to smack himself for begging. "Please, please, please."

"Aww begging and I didn't even have to ask. I suppose you can have a kiss for being so good for me", you say.

You pull the boy in for a kiss, Nero immediately deepening it. You pull away from him, kissing along his neck. Nero grips your waist, pulling you in closer. You find the sweet spot along his neck and bite down. Nero groans, throwing his head back not caring as it hits the door.

You smile against his neck, loving how breathless Nero already was and you haven't done much. You've noticed how Nero secretly likes getting called pet names, you just had to find the right one.

"Such a pretty boy, so breathless and small for mommy", you whisper in his ear.

"Mommy, please", Nero whines.

You could feel Nero against your thigh, the poor boy wanting nothing more than to get his pants off and have some kind of friction.

Without warning Nero switched your positions, caging you against the door and began to rut against you, holding you flush against his chest. Nero buried his face in your neck, whines and begs filling your ear. You couldn't help but moan from feeling Nero against you even if it was through a few layers of clothing.

"Mommy please, I need you", Nero whimpers. There was a slight growl to his words, the devil within trying to front. His grip on your hips tightens, bound to leave marks later, as his movements become faster. You thread your fingers through his hair pulling slightly.

That seemed to be it for him. Nero let out a breathy moan as he came undone. You both slide to the floor, Nero pulling you onto his lap as he caught his breath. You combed through his hair, his face still buried in the crook of your neck.

"I hate you", Nero says in between breaths.

"Do you really?", you ask.

Nero pulls his head up to look at you, his eyes still a little glossed over. He only grunted, not having the energy anymore to fight with you. You smiled, kissing his forehead before he laid his head against your shoulder once more.

#dmc5 #dmc #devil may cry 5 #dmc nero #nero sparda #devil may cry nero #nero x reader #nero x y/n #nero x you #spicy content #spicy stuff

[she-daemon]

Office worker AU - Nero x Fem Reader - Chapter 2

Previous chapter here

Summary:

Nero answers the phone, they go on a date, yeah End of this chapter gets spicy

Notes:

Okay okay so I haven't written anything in months (sorry for not posting in like 3 months) but I'm finally back!!! Since its been a while my writing should hopefully be a little better, or at least the smut should be (I have done a lot of uhh *research* lately)

Slight nsfw at the end!! You have been warned!!

After briefly listening to the dial tone, you heard someone pick up.

"Office of Nero Sparda, state your business please..." Its a woman's voice. You're disappointed it wasn't Nero, but its normal for someone like him to have a secretary.

"Hello, this is Y/N of _____ corporation, I was hoping to schedule a progress report meeting with Mr. Sparda ... possibly tomorrow?" Good, you said everything correctly.

"Just a moment please..." You heard her receiver brush against something, and you assumed she was checking Nero's schedule. Hmm. Nero's secretary. Jealous thoughts started to intrude into your mind. You waved them away, but the thought of being his secretary instead of her persisted. Imagine being so close to him ... being in his company all day ... all the things the two of you could get away with. Your thoughts were interrupted by her:

"Sorry, but it seems Mr. Sparda will be busy all day tomorrow. In fact, he doesn't have any available time slots for the rest of the - " Something interrupted her, and she got off the phone again. Was he busy for the rest of the month? Week? You listened closely. Suddenly, you heard a man's voice in the background:

"Who is it?" You heard her say your name, and then shuffling on the other end. Someone spoke.

"Hello? Is this Y/N?" It was Nero. Just hearing his voice talking to you made your heart leap.

"Yes, its me. Your secretary said you'd be busy, so I was wondering when we could arrange a meeting to discuss the progress report?" You knew it was far too early for Nero's team to have made any real progress on the project. Hopefully, he'd get the message.

"Well, I am busy the entire day tomorrow. But maybe I could take overtime and meet you for dinner. How's that sound?"

"Wonderful. I'll see you at Dorsia's." you gleefully replied, "Do you think you could manage 6?"

"Hmm, maybe 7?"

"Oh, okay, sure. I'm free the whole evening to be honest. The whole weekend, even." You cringed a little from how desperate you sounded, but you swore you could hear Nero's lips curl into a smile at those words.

"Guess I'll have to take a look at my plans and maybe take you up on that offer." Thank god he took that with a stride. And after a brief silence, he said:

"See ya then." And hung up. You processed that call, thinking over your brief interaction with him. If you weren't feeling all these stupid, fluffy emotions, you would've been worried about flirting over the work phone, and eavesdroppers. But Nero had you dumbly smitten with him and you were just paranoid anyway - right?.

It was still around midday, so you couldn't get off work just yet. Your mind drifted back to the secretary fantasy. You knew it was impossible to be his secretary because you were busy working for your father. And that was just temporary, until you took over the company anyway. And Nero's company was just an affiliate, you couldn't be transferred even if you wanted to. But still, damn if that wasn't a hot fantasy.

*~ *~ *~ *~ *~ *~ The next day around 7 *~ *~ *~ *~ *~ *~

Wearing your nicest (and possibly most alluring) clothes, you entered the familiar high end restaurant. You've been here before for past meetings, but this day was special. 

Looking around, you're almost afraid you won't find Nero. But there he is, dressed in a nicer suit than the one he wears for work, a dark shade of navy, almost black, and a matching light greyish-blue tie. You meet eyes with him and he waves to you, signaling you to join him at a booth.

"Hey, glad to see you here, I just got off work." Nero looks so happy to see you, it fills your heart with joy. You make sure to greet him and let him know you feel the same. You talk about the "progress" of the project for about a solid five minutes until the waiter showed up to take your orders. For yourself, you decided to play it safe and order a Caesar salad with a medium rare steak. Simple, yes, but hopefully still dignified. You didn't have to worry about that for long, because Nero ordered pasta - plain spaghetti and meatballs - and you nearly choked on your water. As if it would save face, the both of you decided to share a bottle of wine, courtesy of Nero (but you were definitely going to pursue Nero for his food choices later).

The two of you were illuminated by the warm yellow lighting of the restaurant. You took a sip of your wine and leaned in toward Nero.

"So, Nero, I saw  you have the same last name as the CEO of your company - Vergil Sparda. Are the two of you related? His nephew maybe?" Nero gave you a questioning look, before responding.

"Ah, you caught me. Vergil's my dad." He surveyed your face for a reaction, and he saw your eyes widen as you connected the dots. The two of you were in the same position, your lives were essentially the same. Trying to build your own career in the shadow of your parents, shunned for who your family was. "Oh, that makes sense. Guess we're in the same spot then. Small world." You could barely contain your excitement, you had so much to talk to him about.

"Haha, as much as I hate it, nepotism really does rule the world." You wanted to know more about Nero - so you asked:

"So how has that affected you or your life? Or... what do you think of it?"

And the two of you fell into a deep conversation about your lives, your pasts, and relating to each other. You really did have a lot in common with Nero. His father had also brought him up to take over the company some day, he also hated his business classes for being too easy (he had graduated a year earlier), and most importantly, the both of you had felt the same loneliness and isolation as a result of being next in line. But now it was clear you had each other, whatever that might imply.

Finally, the waiter returned with the long awaited food. As promised, he handed you a beautifully plated salad beside a tender steak, with various garnishes and sides, and for Nero, a heap of saucy spaghetti and meatballs. They actually made it for him! It still shook you. As a businessman of his level, you never would have expected Nero to order simple pasta and meatballs. Sure, this is an Italian restaurant so it's a valid choice, but still. Not only that, but as he was eating, Nero got sauce all over his mouth, his chin, even a little on his cheeks. Honestly, it was the most adorable things you've ever seen. Besides puppies. But he was kind of a puppy too. Hearing you giggle, Nero stops just as he was scooping another round of pasta and looks up at you.

"What?" he asked cluelessly. 

You didn't say anything, just looked at him, smirking, amused. But he really had no idea.

"C'mon, seriously." Now he was grinning too. It was infectious.

"... you have pasta sauce all over your face." And for a moment he froze, genuinely surprised.  Laughing, you reached for a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, like a little kid. It was too much for your heart.  Doing this you froze, with your eyes locked on Nero's, noticing how much you had leaned toward him, how close you were. Nero's cheeks burned a little red, and he averted your gaze. You quickly moved your hand away and blurted out: "Oh! S-sorry about that, I don't know why I did that. It just seemed natural."

"No, no its fine, that one's on me." But there was still an uncomfortable, bashful, silence. "Is there a story behind the spaghetti and meatballs?" You interjected, cutting the silence short. It was almost like you flipped a switch, because Nero's face lit up enthusiastically and he began to explain how it was his favorite food, how he'd been eating it since childhood, how Kyrie used to cook it for him... Wait, Kyrie? *~ *~ *~ *~ *~ *~ A few hours later *~ *~ *~ *~ *~ *~

The two of you decided to head to a bar, after the restaurant nearly kicked you out for sitting there so long.

Nero was a bit of a lightweight, you had noticed, and you could see he definitely had his share of alcohol for the night. So did you.  "I think we've both had enough for tonight. " "Mmmyeah." Nero slurred. Unlike you, it seemed like he had a nice buzz going. Lucky him, because you only felt woozy. The two of you hailed a taxi, and it quickly became clear that you were going to end up escorting Nero to his home. The two of you entered the taxi cab, and as Nero barely managed to tell his address to the driver, you worried that this whole thing was too forward, but it was too late to turn back. That, and Nero was glued to you.

"Aww, you were gone for so long~" Nero crooned into your neck, half tipsy, half asleep. "I missed you~..." The warm breath tickled your neck, and you had to suppress a little squeak from escaping your lips when you felt his mouth just barely graze your skin. That was new, and it was nice.

You kept looking at his chest, his tie coming more and more undone with every drunken sway of his, seemingly shifting with the movements of the car. It was so ... distracting. The looseness of his suit exposed his chest, and when you tried to straighten his collar, Nero pulled you in for a hug. Nero gets clingy under the influence - noted. And it was getting to you. You could feel Nero's warm, shapely body, and the sleek fabric that outfitted and outlined it in the most delicious way. Not to mention you hadn't been hugged in years. Damn if it didn't feel good - almost too good, a blush spread to your face and you couldn't think of anything to say. Not that you needed to, since Nero occupied himself with saying strings of gibberish that faintly sounded like praise. You could only pick up words like "nice" and "warm" in his purring, until you felt Nero's weight shift onto you. He had fallen asleep. He left you there, frying your brain for the rest of the ride until the cab pulled up to a large apartment complex. You woke Nero up, much to his dissatisfaction, and paid the driver. You led Nero out of the car and into the complex, sternly holding him by the arm to support him. After a few steps though, he was flush against you, and it was almost like he was enjoying this - not that you secretly were too. Maybe his whole "tipsy" thing was just an act.

Walking him to the elevator, it seemed like Nero had sobered up a little from the fresh air, recognizing his surroundings and selecting his floor once the two of you were inside the elevator. 

 "You doing all right there Nero?"  "Hmmm...?" He blinked sleepily, not as buzzed as before - just tired.

He unlocked the door with his key, given a few clumsy tries as he worked his way through the wooziness. You stifled a giggle, and Nero murmured as he opened the door:  "What's so funnyyyy...?"  "You're such a lightweight, Nero." Hearing this, Nero scrunched up his face and swiftly turned away his head, pouting.   "No I'm not."  "Admit it, you were almost wasted after two glasses." You smirked, satisfied from drawing such a reaction from him. You wanted to poke at him a little more, but push far enough and you might find boundaries.   "I. Am not. A lightweight." He huffed, eyebrows furrowed, and it seemed like he was a little hurt. Did you hit a nerve? Okay, despite how cute he was, now you felt bad. You walked up to him, and cupped his pouty face with your hands.  "Okay, okay. You're not a lightweight Nero." You tilted his face so his eyes would meet yours, and you squished his cheeks a little.  "Better?" Just as you were about to pull away, Nero grabbed you by your shoulders, and leaned forward to kiss you on the lips. Shocked at first, you received the kiss, pulling on his lower lip and biting gently. You wondered if you should be doing this at all, but Nero let out a sigh and continued to kiss you - and it felt so good, so right. Nero pulled you close, and you felt your body grow heated, bothered from his hand gripping tightly at your waist. Eventually though, you both pulled away for air. Nero smugly showed you a shit eating grin, his lips a slight pink - thoroughly kissed.   "Now that's better."   "Oh yeah?" You tilted your head. "Are you gonna forgive me for being a bully?" You leaned your face toward him, gazing into his eyes. With a dark look in your eyes, you continued: "And there's really nothing else I have do to make you feel better?" You could see calculations running in Nero's head, and he suddenly picked you up in a princess carry. He took you into the bedroom and the next thing you knew he had put you down on a soft bed. You were sad you weren't in his arms anymore, but only for a moment because he leaned down to kiss you again, one hand sifting through your hair, the other squeezing your hip.  "I think you already know-" He said as he brought his knee to the apex of your thighs, suggestively brushing it, " -what you have to do to make me forgive you." His eyes looked back up toward your face for a reaction, and you noticed his erection pressing against your inner thigh.

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There it is! I'll try to get the next chapter done as soon as I can, and the promised smut will be in it ➳➳➳➳ I only managed to proofread once or twice at 1 am so sorry about grammar and inconsistent spacing, yeah

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#dmc5 fluff #smut #dmc5 nero #devil may cry #fanfic #nero x reader #fem reader x nero #nero x you

[kumakooo]

I'm just learn how to draw muscle…soo I tried it on my bois hehehe

#myart #fanart #devil may cry #dmc #vergil sparda #dante sparda #nero sparda #v sparda #dmc vergil #dmc dante #dmc nero #dmc v #incubus au #dmc x reader #vergil x you #vergil x reader #dante x reader #nero x reader #v x reader

[actuallysaiyan]

I Just Wanna(Sparda men body hair headcanons)

warnings: smut, mentions of body hair, body hair removal

word count: 2.1k

pairings: Nero x Fem!Reader, Dante x Fem!Reader, Vergil x Fem!Reader and Sparda x Fem!Reader

a/n: inspired by many conversations with @beneathstarryskies. Also this is my first time writing Sparda

Nero

Nero isn’t picky about body hair. He knows he’s got a little(nothing like his uncle Dante), but on you, he’s really not going to care. Though if you’ve got a certain way to keep it, he might be interested in your routine for that.

He enjoys watching you do little things like that; you putting on lotion and moisturizer. The man pretty much just enjoys admiring your body. He’ll even take the time to watch you shower or bathe.

Nero won’t take offense if you mention him removing his hair. You can rest assured that he’ll keep it nice and clean for you too. He’s got a light dusting of it on his chest and a treasure trail. He gets a little timid if you comment on it.

You’ve been dating for some time, but your physical affections never went anywhere further than just making out. While you were very happy with just that, Nero wanted it to go further. But everytime he would picture it happening, he would blush so hard and wouldn’t even really know how to keep it going. What if you thought he was an idiot with his fumbling hands? He’s so desperate to make you feel good. 

It’s when you mention his chest hair one day that gets him a good idea. That night, you two are sitting on the couch and you begin kissing gently. He stops you for a moment, and you watch with wide eyes as he takes off his shirt. Nero is very well built, and you’re always a little speechless when you see him without his shirt. He’s blushing as he leans back in.

“Is…is this okay?” he breathes softly, your lips almost touching.

You giggle, “yeah it’s better than okay.”

Without another word or another action, you pull him in for a passionate kiss. His lips part when he gasps softly at the feeling of your hand on his chest, and your tongues rub together wetly. Nero’s already so damn hard in his pants, and he reaches down to adjust it. It’s aching, but he knows he needs to keep this nice and slow.

“Such a gorgeous devil,” you whisper between heated kisses.

Nero’s blushing now, “y-yeah?” 

You don’t bother answering, you just decide to let your hand slide down his abdomen. You feel the muscles tensing as you toy with the treasure trail that leads into his pants. You mention how much you love his soft body hair, and you tell him you’d like to know where this trail leads.

“O-oh! Uhm…” he’s unsure of what to say. So you just look into his eyes, and you can see the want there.

“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to, sweetie.”

Another heated kiss, and he pulls you even closer. His hand guides you to the painful bulge in his pants. You begin palming him as you continue making out. The softest whimpers and moans fall from his lips, making you so wet. He begins unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, giving you space to reach into his pants.

“I bet this little trail leads to quite the treasure,” you tease him while fingering the hair leading to his cock.

Dante

Dante is hairy and he knows it. He leans into it very much as well, loving the way that you always play with his body hair. Whether it be cuddled up on the couch and just absentmindedly playing with the chest hair that pops out of his open shirt, or you letting your fingers gently trace the happy trail that leads down his pants, Dante is in love with having his body hair.

On you though, he isn’t very picky. If you like being more natural and foregoing hair removal, then he is more than happy with that. But if you’d like to surprise him with a bald pussy, he will be absolutely weak. It’s just something that definitely surprises him and it’s always a nice change of pace.

He’s also a big fan of watching you do your skincare routine and loves watching you bathe. He’ll melt if you offer to help him shave in any way. If you want to take care of him in that way, it just makes him feel absolutely loved.

You two are resting on his bed after a nice shower together. There are little droplets of water still on his chest, nestled between the gray chest hair. You can’t help but let your fingers begin running through the hair, making Dante sigh happily. He always enjoys just resting on the bed with you, naked and still a little wet from the shower. He can get to hold you so close and caress your body.

“Baby,” he moans, “you really are so beautiful.”

You smile sweetly, “I should say the same about you.”

This makes him blush a little, and he looks away. Even though you’ve been together for so long, Dante isn’t used to being complimented like this. You always say the sweetest things to him, making him pretty much speechless. Especially when you say you think he’s beautiful. That’s a word he feels should be reserved for you, but when you say it right back to him, his brain short-circuits.

He takes your hand in his and places it on his heart. You can feel the rhythm of his heart and you know it beats for you. There’s a pink tinge on your cheeks from him being so sweet to you. Then you feel his hands coming to your body, soothing over the curves of your body. He groans as he cups your breasts, giving them a soft squeeze.

“I could never get tired of touching you like this,” he murmurs as he begins kissing your neck.

You let out a happy sigh, “I’m glad, because I could never get tired touching you like this.”

Dante gasps softly when your hand finds its way down his lower abdomen to his cock. You run your fingers over the hardening member until you're massaging his balls. With that smirk on your face, Dante knows what your intentions are. And he couldn’t be happier.

Vergil

Vergil is probably the most picky of the bunch. He likes things clean, and that means body hair too. He likes to take his time removing the hair that does grow on his body, but it grows lightly and it’s soft, so it’s not like it’s a huge burden for him.

Even when he does let it grow, it’s always clean. And on you, while he doesn’t want to tell you what to do, he would prefer no hair. I’m sure you could persuade him to enjoy a full bush too, if you really set your mind to it. Just being adamant of sticking to your convictions and keeping your body hair is a turn on for Vergil.

He’s not against bathing together, and if you suggest a spa day together, he is very happy about it. It’s a nice experience to have skincare and hair removal together. Afterwards, when the two of you are completely smooth, he loves just taking his time rubbing his naked body against yours.

It’s been a while since the two of you have gone out dancing together. It was something you two had been planning for a while. When you first started seeing Vergil, you had to do a lot of coaxing to get him to go on dates like this. But he’s slowly gotten more comfortable with the idea of going out dancing. And he even dances with you a lot of the time, not just watches you from afar.

You took your time getting ready for tonight, taking a long bath and making sure you got rid of your body hair. Though it can be a bit of a pain in the ass, you know Vergil enjoys feeling your smooth skin. You had taken a long amount of time moisturizing your body with the sweet-smelling lotion he loves so much.

On the dance floor, you’re a natural. You sway and move with the music, almost like your body conducts the music. He isn’t even sure how you do it, you just look so beautiful while you do. And when he moves in closer to take you into his arms, you press yourself up against him. The music slows down to something slower, and you begin slow dancing with him. Vergil has a tight grip on you, but it only makes you feel so wanted.

He can smell that lotion on you, and he feels just how soft you are through the high slit in your dress. It goes right up your thigh, and his hands keep going down to knead the skin there. Vergil purrs softly as you lean in and kiss him, and your noses rub together. When your warm hand caresses his face, he’s putty in your hands. He hopes you’ll notice how he shaved his face today, specifically for your date.

“Such a handsome devil,” you whisper as you lean in to smell his cologne. His lips press to yours, and you feel him cradling your head as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

When the beat picks back up and the song changes, it’s like a flip was switched inside of you. You begin dancing, shaking your hips in time with the beat. Vergil’s eyes widen slightly as he watches you. You turn around in his embrace, and soon your ass is pressed up against his crotch. It doesn’t take too long for him to begin getting hard.

You raise your hands above your head as the music goes on, and Vergil leans in to smell more of your sweet scent. Your skin is so smooth under your arms, and he’s gently caressing your arm up and down. You can feel him smirking against your skin when he presses his cock against your plump ass.

“I’d take you right here and now if I could,”

Sparda

Sparda is what you’d call old fashion, but what else did you expect from him? The devil has lived a long life, so when he tells you he enjoys a full bush, you really aren’t surprised at all. He enjoys it when his woman is “au naturel” and it really turns him on to know you’re basically trapping your pheromones in your hair.

As for him, he’s like his youngest son. Hairy in all the right places, and he enjoys keeping it as well. Though if you wanted to, you could show him how to keep it nice and clean in the little patterns you might enjoy trimming yours into. He chuckles the first time he sees the heart pattern in your pubic hair, but it really turned him on that you put that much effort just for him.

Another fan of bathing and doing skincare together, and if you were to buy him some fancy products, he’d be so grateful. You can definitely expect him to spoil you though, and he really likes to go all out with his gifts. Lots of spa days to make you all pampered and relaxed just for him

Sparda finds your scent incredibly alluring. It’s so musky and yet so sweet at the same time. Whenever he’s between your legs like this, he enjoys taking his time to kiss your thighs and make you shudder beneath him. He won’t even kiss your mound until he feels you’ve been teased enough.

You watch through hooded eyes as Sparda runs his fingers through your little patch of pubic hair. Sometimes, he seems like a man obsessed with your hair. Your cheeks burn as he looks up at you with such longing. He purrs when you reach down to run your fingers through his thick hair. 

“Such a gorgeous woman,”

His words send shivers up and down your spine, and you feel all the hairs on your body stand on end when his warm breath fans over your pussy. He can easily smell that musky scent of your arousal and you feel so warm even just inches away from his face. He wants to go right in and devour you, but it’s difficult for him to not want to tease you for what seems like eternity.

You gasp as you feel his lips on your mound, and his nails gently rake down your thighs. You’re just a whimpering mess on the bed right now, wanting nothing more than for him to give you the stimulation you so desperately need. His eyes snap back up to yours and he chuckles when he realizes just how fucked out you are already.

“I’ve barely done anything, and you’re already like this. What will you be like when I give you what you truly want?”

#bacon.writes #dante x reader #nero x reader #vergil x reader #sparda x reader #dante x you #dante devil may cry #vergil devil may cry #nero devil may cry #nero x you #nero x y/n #nero x fem!reader #dante x y/n #dante x fem!reader #vergil x you #dmc vergil x reader #vergil x y/n #vergil x fem!reader #sparda x you #sparda x y/n #sparda x fem!reader #sparda #devil may cry

[icedlava1]

I like thinking of random ways Vergil and Nero’s mom got together. this is one of them Lmaoo

#Vergil #vergil dmc #vergil sparda #nero’s mother #vergil x nero’s mother #devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry fanart #digital art #comic #vergil is finally getting the support and validation he needs #i headcanon nero’s mother as a sweetheart #also vergil is autistic coded if you couldn’t tell #my art #jay art

[suvidrache]

Can I request headcanons or a scenario (either one is fine) for cuddling with Nero? He's been through so much, he deserves some comfort 💙

Cuddles With Nero

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Nero had been busy all day with a mission. You were worried about him. You didn't want him to get hurt, but you also knew that it was his job. If he didn't help his uncle clean the city of demons, then they would take over and harm people. They've done it before, they'd do it again. Nero wouldn't let you join him on his missions. He didn't want you to get hurt. However, the closest you could get to going on one was waiting in the van. It still worried him. It was a middle ground, though. You got to join in if you wanted, but you weren't getting involved in the fighting. He made sure to keep the fighting far from the van so there wouldn't be a chance that you would get hit. There could still be a chance, but he kept his mind set on the fight. He didn't want to get distracted by what could happen. Getting distracted could leave him injured or worse, dead, then there would be no one to save you then. Unless Dante was here to help him take down the demons. Unfortunately, Nero was alone. He wouldn't let his thoughts worry him. He had to keep you and the rest of the city safe from harm. Finally, Nero finished the fight. There were no more demons, and the city was safe, for now. He sat in the van as the driver drove him to a restaurant and dropped him off. He headed in, ate some salad and pasta, paid, and headed to the Devil May Cry business. Walking into the Devil May Cry place, it looked almost like any other business. A desk with a wall of various guns and knives behind it. A bar to the right with a bookshelf filled top to bottom with books. Between both the desk and bar were stairs that led to Dante's bedroom and several other spare bedrooms. One of which was Nero's. Underneath the stairs were speakers that sometimes blared music when parties were thrown. It wasn't often, but it did happen from time to time.

You had been sitting downstairs reading a magazine, waiting for Nero to come home. It was a usual routine for you. However, it was getting late and sometimes he could be gone for days at a time. He would always text you before he got home or call you, however, this time he didn't. You did hear the door open and slam shut, probably Dante coming home. So, you stayed in bed. Nero made his way upstairs, ready to go to sleep, after he took a shower. He walked into the room that you shared with him. He saw that you might be asleep and was quiet as he got himself ready for bed and to sleep. He laid down next to you and quietly wished you goodnight. You turned over and wrapped your arms around him. You pulled him close to you.

"You're still awake?"

"Yes, I always wait to sleep later when you're away, in case you come home. I can see you or help you if you need it."

He smiled, "Thank you Y/N. I love you."

"I love you too. What happened to your phone, by the way?"

"It got broken. I didn't want to bother you since it was so late in the night."

"You wouldn't have bothered me." You said as you continued to cuddle with Nero.

Next time, he would be sure to call or text you. If his phone ever got broken, he had no problem using a payphone to contact you.

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