#vitale x you

[devilmayfamily]

Can I request a shy S/O who has a crush on Vergil/Dante/V and they draw the boys secretly in their sketchbook with little notes like "saw him in those dark blue jeans again he's so beautiful" or "how do I tell him I love him?" etc. The boys stumble upon this and they're so flattered they blush to their chest.

Why is this literally me lol. Hope you enjoy!

Dante

Your sketchbook was filled with sketches of him mostly during training since it was the only time his focus couldn't ver towards you at any given moment

You've indirectly gotten better at drawing action poses and the male torso because of this and the fact that this man goes full Grey Fullbuster and takes off his shirt to train

The other time you're able to draw him is when he's asleep, a magazine covering his face

One particular position you found him laying in had you write a note of "Idk how he's sleeping like this" next to the sketch of it.

Dante has noticed you with this sketchbook and hadn't thought anything of it until he realized he never sees you drawing him in it

His curiosity got the better of him one day and decides to take a look while you left it unattended.

The first few pages were as he expected, sketches of Shadow when she was around, the girls of the team, and even some of the orphanage kids playing from when you would visit Nero and Kyrie

Towards the middle of the book, he found all the sketches of him you'd been hiding

He looks over every single one and reads all the little notes you've left behind

He finds the whole idea of you sketching him cute and endearing

Seeing a particular sketch of him asleep, face facing you, with the note "He looks like he gives nice cuddles" has his face a flame, red tracing all the way down his neck

You drew this scared up man so soft, it was like he was looking at someone else

Vergil

You find going unnoticed by Vergil to be easy

He's always either reading or beating up Dante when not on missions

Vergil finds your sketchbook when he mistakes it for his collection of poems on a particularly sleepy morning

Opening it, he's taken back by all the drawings

It's obvious you have some skill

As he turns the page, he finds an entire spread dedicated to him reading

At the very bottom of the page it reads "he's always reading this thing, i wonder what secrets it holds"

Vergil softly smiles, a faint heat resting across his cheeks wondering if he could share a piece of himself with someone again

He was ready, wasn't he?

Flipping the page he finds a spread dedicated to him cooking, fighting, even simply being dressed up in a suit

"I'll admit, he's sexy in a suit"

Vergil's face sets a flame, the man shutting the sketchbook and replacing it finally with his poems

You become curious by the new sets of suits in the coming days but never complain

V

Griffon stole the sketchbook when you left it unattended

He scolds the bird for digging in your private processions but with a little coaxing from Griffon he looks inside

He's not surprised to see sketches of Shadow and Griffon, the bird boasting about how good he looked

As he turns the page, Griffon teases him for the bright pink blush that spreads across his face upon seeing sketches of himself

"My beautiful muse" is written in a beautiful cursive next to a sketch of V smiling

He flips the page expecting to find something different but it's more drawings of him

"May he ever know how he sets my heart a burning"

V can't help but adore you right then

He smiles, closing the sketchbook as you approach

He looks up to you, his smile causing one to spread across your own face

Griffon makes some comment about leaving you two to it before disappearing

#dmc #dmc5 #devil may cry 5 #dante dmc5 #dmc vergil #dante sparda #devil may cry #v #dmc v #dmc5 v #vitale #dante x reader #vergil x reader #dmc v x reader #vitale x you

[confessedlyfannish]

DP x DC Writing Prompt #5

Damian does not glance back at Bruce when he knocks on the door. Instead they both wait in silence.

After a moment, the door opens.

"Hello," Jasmine, Jazz, Fenton greets politely, unsurprised to find the Waynes on her doorstep. Damian's expression grows ever darker at this revelation.

"Hello Ms. Fenton, are your parents home?" Bruce asks, placing a firm hand on Damian's shoulder, to ground as much as to restrain. To his credit he does not shake it off.

"No, they're out of town for a conference," the eighteen year-old says, opening the door wider. "But I think you'd better come in."

Bruce would normally decline, but Ms. Fenton is a legal adult and he has already, even unknowingly, waited 16 years. Damian makes the choice for him, striding past the threshold.

"Please take a seat," Jazz says as she leads them to the living room. She ignores Damian's swinging head as he takes in the home. It is deceptively large, a 90s style house filled with modern furniture. The walls are bright, with purple and green accents that would normally feel garish but somehow work. The stairs leading to the second floor are lined with family photos that Bruce yearns to take a closer look at. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?"

"No, that's alright, thank you," Bruce says, taking a seat on the long plush couch. A men's windbreaker lies haphazardly thrown across one of the arms. A closed container of Oreo cookies sit on the coffee table next to a physics textbook open to chapter 16, half covered in highlighter and filled with sticky notes. There's a child's painting framed next to the tv, a handprint made to look like a thanksgiving turkey in bright blue.

For the home of experimental scientists, it is cozy and well lived-in.

Damian repeatedly glances at the stairs through the doorway.

Bruce clears his throat. "We were hoping to--"

"I've texted--oh, I'm sorry," Jazz says, having spoken at the same time. Bruce gestures for her to go on.

"I've contacted Danny, he should be here soon. He was out with some friends." Jazz explains. As she hadn't pulled out a phone in their presence, Bruce can only deduce they have some sort of camera at their front door. This also explains Ms. Fenton's complete lack of surprise at their appearance.

"So you know who we are." Damian says, the first words he's spoken since they arrived at the house and the longest sentence he's spoken since they arrived in Amity Park.

"I do," Jazz says, calm in the face of Damian's clearly simmering anger. Bruce trusts him not to attack Ms. Fenton, but he still watches him carefully.

"He told you about me," Damian says. It is the same question, but it is also not.

"He did," Jazz says.

Damian swallows. "I see," he grits out.

Jazz's neutrality slips and her face softens in sympathy. "Damian," she starts hesitantly, but before she can say anything else the front door opens.

A moment later Bruce's son walks through the doorway, and Damian is on him.

This is what Bruce hoped to prevent, but despite his numerous checks of Damian's luggage his son has still managed to smuggle a small dagger, which he now produces and swings in a calculated arc at Daniel Fenton's jugular.

Danny dodges cleanly, and dodges every swipe thereafter in a manner that speaks to continued practice long after his time at the League. Damian is a perfect product of his training, but it is up against Danny his flaws come to light. He is just as good as he always was, but Danny is better.

In a matter of seconds Damian grows frustrated and sloppy in his attacks, completely atypical for him. Danny takes Damian out at the knees and pins him down with one arm, pressing his face into the carpet.

"Calm down," he orders. His voice is deeper than Damian's at sixteen to his twelve, the accent that still traces Damian's words completely gone from his speech. Damian growls and thrusts his head back into Danny's face, meeting it with a sharp thunk. He rolls up as Danny recoils, putting distance between them. Danny glares at him from several steps away, hand to his forehead. Damian tosses the dagger into his other hand as he charges, and to Bruce's surprise Danny does nothing more than turn his face to the side, allowing Damian to draw a sharp line down his cheek.

Damian stops dead in his tracks.

"Are you done?" Danny asks, blood beginning to pool at the seam of the cut.

Damian's expression is stricken, eyes stuck on the blood starting to drip down his brother's face.

"I said, are you done, Damian?" Danny asks. His voice is cold.

Damian hears him this time, and he flushes red. "I--you--"

Danny sighs. He looks at Jazz, whose expression is back to carefully controlled.

"Are you alright?" he asks her. She nods.

"You left me," Damian accuses, standing there holding his bloody dagger limply.

Danny turns back to him, raising an eyebrow.

"You left me," Damian repeats louder, rapidly blinking.

"Yes. I did." Danny provides no excuse nor any explanation. His stance is unyielding.

Damian's eyes bounce wildly, shifting to Jazz and Danny slides smoothly in front of her, protectively. He looks at Damian warily, not as if he is his brother, but as if he is a danger. Damian flinches.

Hope is the last to die, Bruce thinks, watching as that last bit of hope Damian had is extinguished, the knowledge working its way through every inch of his body like ice in his veins. His eyes darken. He turns and runs from the room, the front door slamming shut not a moment later.

Jazz stands up, pulling a few tissues from the box on the coffee table. She presses them to Danny's face, cupping his cheek until he holds it himself. "I'm going to go get the first aid kit," she says gently. It is a thinly veiled excuse to leave them alone, and Bruce is grateful for it as she heads for the stairs.

They both wait until her footsteps have faded, taking each other in. Bruce looks at his mother's eyes and the sharp turn of Talia's nose. Damian's everything, four years older.

"You shouldn't have come here," Danny says, throwing himself on the armchair Jazz has just vacated.

"You know who I am," Bruce says carefully.

Danny glares. "I've kept your secret. She nor my parents know."

"I know," Bruce says. "That's not what I meant. You know who I am. And who I pretend to be. So you know I am familiar with masks."

"And?" Danny asks, looking vaguely bored.

"And so I can recognize when someone is wearing one. Damian will too, once he's calmed down."

Danny's expression sharpens. "No, he won't. Because you are going to go to back to whatever bed and breakfast you're staying in, pack up, hop in your private jet and fly him back to Gotham immediately before the League realizes you've gone. If they haven't already," he mutters.

"This is about the League then," Bruce says. "Do you not believe I can protect you?"

"I don't need your protection," Danny snaps, and watches Bruce actively extrapolate with a dawning resignation. "So this is the World's Greatest Detective at work," he says, slumping bonelessly into his chair, the first teenager-y thing he's done.

"Damian's in danger from the League," Bruce says. Danny glares from his slump. It's almost cute. "And as long as the League doesn't know about you, he's safe."

"Draw your own conclusions," Danny says, baring his teeth. Damian often makes the same face. "As long as you leave."

"I can protect him. I can protect you both," Bruce says. "Let me help you."

Danny closes his eyes. He centers his breathing in an exercise someone has clearly walked him through in the past. Bruce would bet money on the adoptive sister waiting patiently upstairs.

"Mr. Wayne. You are not my father," he says. "My trust in you extends to the point that I left Damian in your care, but that is where it ends. And that was when it was sanctioned by the League. By coming here you have endangered those sanctions."

Bruce disregards the sting, doubling down on his analysis. Talia had left Damian with Bruce well after Danny had left the League. But Danny speaks as if the decision had been his.

Or perhaps, Bruce realizes, it is not that Danny decided upon it, but that Danny allowed it to continue.

Bruce takes a second to review what Oracle had gone over with him before they left for Amity. Daniel Fenton had by all accounts, since leaving the League, lived a fairly normal life. His adoptive parents were eccentric scientists dabbling in the occult but their findings that bordered pseudoscience circulated a very niche community of like-minded eccentrics. The bulk of their income came from alternative energy, a more viable source of study that they'd veered harder into in the past year or so, a government contract with the EPA currently in the works. This had in part funded a vacation to an all-inclusive resort the family had taken that past summer.

Danny received average grades in school, above average in science and mathematics, declining sharply in his freshman year and sophomore year before evening out around the second semester. He had gotten into fights repeatedly with one student in particular, suspended for two weeks following an incident that resulted in a the student receiving a black eye. Teachers reported him to be highly intelligent but distracted and removed. They had recommended he be evaluated for an attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder. He had no social media. He had missed multiple picture days. The ones he had attended he was sneezing, or a blur of movement, even going so far as to fall off his stool, legs flailing. Bruce had drank up every last one as Barbara had waited patiently.

A normal life. A family vacation to Bermuda. Average grades.

His freshman year, distracted and removed. The same year Damian had arrived at Bruce's home. Masks upon masks.

"You have informants within the League," Bruce says. Danny, to his credit, has no discernible tell. But there is no other explanation. "What will you do, if they find out you are alive?"

"That is none of your concern," Danny says, but he might as well be saying whatever I have to.

He never stopped practicing, after all.

"If they go after Damian, it is my concern."

"And that is why you need to take Damian back to Gotham before they do." Danny says. "I will take care of it."

Damian had barely spoken since he had realized Danyal was alive. But Bruce had seen the reverence in his eyes as he looked at the file.

"الوريث الصحيح" he had murmured. The rightful heir.

"You are proposing going after the entirety of the League with no backup," Bruce says. "Even if you think they won't kill you, you won't win either."

"Maybe they will," Danny says lightly. "Kill me. That would also work."

Bruce inhales sharply. "Danny," he starts.

"Go home, Mr. Wayne," Danny says, pushing himself up with one hand. The other still clutches the wad of tissue to his cheek, partially soaked with blood. "Go take care of your son."

"I'll go," Bruce says, "I'll take him to the Watchtower. And then I'll come back."

"Mr. Wayne-"

"I should've come for you," Bruce interrupts. "Sixteen years ago. I should've come for you."

Danny's brow furrows. "You had no idea I existed."

"But if I had. I would've come. I never would've left you there. And now that I know, I am not leaving you now."

For the first time Bruce watches Danny be completely caught off guard. He openly gapes at Bruce.

"You would've died," Danny lands on, voice thin. "They would've killed you."

"Unlike you, I would've brought backup." Bruce says, mimicking Danny's lightness.

He's lying. Sixteen years ago he would've thrown himself at the League to save his newborn son without a plan, without a thought beyond rescuing his baby.

Danny barks out a laugh. "You would've laid siege to Nanda Parbat with The Big Blue Boy Scout?" he looks wistful. "That would've been rad."

Bruce sees his opening. "Danny," he stands, eye to eye with his son. "Let me help you."

Danny evaluates him. "The Batman," he says softly. "I didn't want you to come, then. I didn't need one more person I had to prove myself to. All I wanted was to live amongst the stars, in the quiet of the cosmos."

"You want to be an astronaut," Bruce says. At Danny's cocked head, he says without shame, "I read your essay on personal heroes. You wrote about Edward White. Ad Astra Per Aspera."

Danny smiles slightly, sadly. "It is a rough road."

"You can be whatever you want to be," Bruce says. "I won't stand in your way."

"Even if I want to be Danny Fenton?" he asks.

"Even then."

Danny sighs. "I don't need your help Bruce," he says. "No," he says as Bruce opens his mouth. He pulls the wad of tissues away from his cheek. Underneath the splotches of dried blood the gash in his face has cleanly knit itself together, a faint white line now all that remains.

"I don't need your help," he says clearly. He holds a palm forward, and a green fire grows from its center, until the flames are licking delicately up his fingers.

"I know The Batman does not kill. But I am not a Robin. I am something else entirely," Danny says, his eyes reflecting the green of the flames. Or not, as he looks up at Bruce, his eyes green all on their own. They are sad. This is why he stayed away, Bruce realizes. Not out of fear. Danny is not afraid. Danny is tired.

But for his brother, Danny will wake up.

"And If the League takes one step towards Damian, I will raze them to the ground."

#Danny I AM RETIRED FROM MURDER Fenton #the informants are ghosts #the thing about deductive reasoning is sometimes you deduct incorrectly #particularly when you don't know about the ghosts #danyal al ghul #damian wayne #danny phantom #batman #dp x dc au #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #bruce wayne #this is an au where damian doesn't get blown up and lose most of his vital organs #like bruce still isn't a super responsible parent but no nine year olds blow up so that's something #danny: he only blew up once so he can stay with you #batman: he did get speared straight through but we fixed it #danny: he wHAT #i wrote this instead of eating dinner #because drafts are for the mentally healthy #tbh i don't think his name would be danyal al ghul in this one #he's trying really hard to stay under the radar I don't think he would choose essentially a homonym

[corallapis]

#fifth doctor #ainley!master #doctor x master #classic who #doctor who #dw #* #LOVE this moment & it gives vital context to what happens in planet of fire i think #god. the mind games the master is playing here #things he knows the doctor is going to do: #1) refuse to kill him in a duel to the death #2) beg for the master's life #3) choose an innocent's life over the master's #this whole scenario (which the master has scripted! entirely!) is him going 'SEE. I KNOW YOU.' #it's like. i can prove you still care about me. and also. i can prove you don't care about me enough #it's not enough!!! #it's like the master saying to the doctor 'how can you ask me to change my ways when you won't change yours' #'what is any olive branch from you worth when i know you'll make this choice'

[storytellering]

Holiday gifts for friends - part 2

#dmc #devil may cry #spardacest #dante #v #dantev #danv #v dmc5 #v devil may cry #dante/v #dantexv #dante x v #vitale #my art #you get absolutely zero points for guessing who this is for

[dingdangit]

don’t care how many times I see “go to sleep, Mr. Eames” it will get me EVERY TIME. every gifset and screencap makes me chew on the furniture again. what the fuck.

#arthur x eames #'it was ten seconds of the movie--' #to YOU #to me it's a vital scene in the secret Bonus Movie that lives in my head #linz originals

[myvampyrez]

I saw the Dante with an assassin reader...

Vergil or V next plz? :)

And if feeling charitable... Nero?

you rolled your eyes, a groan leaving your lips as you saw a pair of death scissors headed straight for you, the desolate hallway filled with their soft cries. you placed a hand on your hip as you unsheathed your weapon, looking upwards as they swirled around the vicinity.

sighing, you looked out of the nearest window, now open as the shattered glass laid below it from when they had entered the building. the sun glimmered in the horizon as it illuminated the desolate streets of redgrave, qlipoth pollen floating around in the air as it radiated off of stiff deteriorating bodies.

your thoughts were interrupted as you ducked, evading the pair of blades headed for your neck with a gut churning screech. clouds of black flew over your head as you swung your sword at the demon, blade blocked by the sharp shears held in front of what would be its chest.

“do i ever get a—break?” you gritted your teeth at the last word, feet placed stiffly above you so as to not slip while you clashed with the creature. its hollow eyes, or more so eye holes of its mask, was a dark contrast to white of its mask as the whispering came from the pit of its mouth.

you swung your blade, managing to get at least one hit. the only reason you knew your sword pierced the demon was the shriek that followed after, blocking the other creature’s attack as it came from behind. you backed up, watching as the death scissor twins spun around the room in dark, inky swirls.

before you knew it, you were on your back, your own blade pressed up against your neck as you resisted the demon— that is, until a certain jaguar attacks the spirits from behind.

your brows furrowed as the distraction helped you take the upper hand, breaking the pair of blades with a sharp clang as you watched griffon soar above you, his obnoxious cackles drowning out the screeches of the other demons.

and as if on cue, you heard a familiar soft voice echo through the hallway— accompanied by the faint tapping off a cane, “tyger, tyger— burning bright,

“in the forests of the night.”

you looked at shadow, sheathing your weapon as you held your hand out in front of her for familiarity, “what immortal hand or eye,”

when v finally came into view, his dark hair coming into frame first, you watched as he walked into the hallway with a book in hand. jade eyes came to meet yours, lips twitching in a half smile before they moved with his next words,

“could frame thy fearful symmetry?”

“always the dramatic entrance, huh?” you gave him a small breathless laugh.

v chuckled in amusement, almost as if saying this was child play. considering you were an assassin, he was somewhat right. you brushed your pants off, watching as v’s familiars retreated back to him. “i apologize, i was—“

“catching up on some reading, i know—i know.”

walking through the next door, you walked side by side. after that encounter with those death scissors, you thought it wouldn’t be so bad to take your time so you could recover a bit. “thank you,” was all you said.

turning to look at v, he kept his head pointed downwards, smirk still evident on his face as he said, “is that an accolade, i hear?”

“well—“

“amusing how the mercenary is the one who seems to be threatened, this time.”

“okay, now you’re just bragging.”

#devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dmc fanfiction #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc v x reader #v dmc x reader #vitale x reader #vitale #dmc vitale #dmc5 #dmc v #dmc5 v x reader #dmc5 v #dmc5 x reader #dmc v blurb #vitale dmc #dmc visions of v #dmc v x you #ODOTTIE *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.* #kiss kiss

[dipplinduo]

S&S Dipplins

I want you to know the horror I felt when nemona said she, arven and penny were coming over to blueberry. Literally was screaming at my screen "NO DON'T DO IT IT'S A TRAP" because I KNOW something bad's gonna happen to them and I'm terrified

*vague polite smile*

#5 dayssssss #LOL #my fics #dipplinshipping #kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana #juliana x kieran #nemona pokemon #penny pokemon #arven pokemon #their roles are actually so damn vital #and you will soon see why

[starleska]

I promise I'm not obsessive with this man... BUT i wants to emphasize how huge and tall he is, I mean, he's much taller than Shrek himself.

I just wasted an hour of my life to do some quick calculations, and my vision and my understanding of dimensions do not fail me...

Asumiendo que el Rey Harold y las Hermanas tienen una estatura promedio y tomando como punto de referencia la altura canónica de Shrek de 7 pies… tenemos que lo más probable es que Jack supere a Shrek por una cabeza de estatura.

I know that everyone here was aware of how tall it is, but my head needed numbers to understand the dimensions of him 😫🤙

oh of course you're not obsessed with him! in much the same way that none of us here are - we just think 'Big' Jack Horner is a very interesting character and have no other motives whatsoever 😉😉 holy shit thank you so much for doing this!!!!! the fixation is hitting you hard and i'm eternally grateful for you - i was wondering exactly how 'Big' Jack actually is. so happy that his height is still within the realms of human possibility, but he's enormous compared to everyone else 👀 the way you've worked this out is so clever!! 🥰 i'm still of the opinion that Jack did use some kind of magical intervention early in his life to make him so big;;; with that said...i am 4'10"...so some science must be done...

oh my god 😳😳😳😳😳

#everyone say thank you to BlacktheWolf17 for doing this vital work!! now you can see how tall you are compared to Jack 😖 #big jack horner #jack horner #big jack horner x reader #puss in boots: the last wish #starleskasks

[devilmayfamily]

holds out cup a little crumb of dmc boys x reader with add/adhd please? maybe with some angst sprinkled in? i don't mean to be greedy, i am just a small simp 😔

GN!Reader Angst/Comfort Think I made myself tear up a little with these haha enjoy!

Dante

When you find something you love, you can talk about it for hours

Lucky for you, Dante loves hearing about your hypertfixations

He finds it wonderful to see you excited about something and wants to know everything you can about it

One day while talking to Dante, you notice him seemingly not paying as much attention as he usually does

He'd been writing in a notebook the entire you'd been talking

You instantly begin to think you might be annoying him or boring him and slowly stop talking

When you do, he looks up at you worried

"What's wrong sweet pea? Why did you stop talking?"

"Do I... Do I annoy you?"

He's quite shocked

You could never annoy him!

"Never! I love when you tell me all about the things you are interested in!"

"You've been looking at that notebook this entire time though"

Dante softly smiles before flipping the notebook so you see it

On the page is a list of everything you've ever told Dante about, new and old

"I've been keeping a list of the things you like. I was adding this to it"

Dante pulls you in, kissing all over your face until you start laughing

He will reassure you anytime you need it and sometimes even when you don't expect it

He loves listening to you ramble on and on and he won't ever let you think otherwise

Vergil

Vergil is a man with his own problems and one of those is perfection

Growing up, Vergil worked hard to earn his father's approval and maintain it

Getting ready for a mission one day, Vergil notices lots of things are missing or out of place

"Sweetheart, where is everything? I need to get going soon"

"Oh! It's, um..."

"Sweetheart, please"

"I remember! I promise! It's- It's..."

"Y/N! Why can't you just remember these things?!"

Vergil instantly regretted yelling at you

He knew you were trying your hardest

He couldn't get his apology in, however, as you ran off and he had to get to this mission at this point

You spent the rest of the day with Nero, the kid making threats to his father and reassuring you

When Vergil came home, he was greeted by an angry Nero

"You better fix this"

Nero lets his father in, taking him to you instantly

You're curled up on the couch, a look of fear when you see Vergil walk in

It breaks Vergil to see you scared of him, its the one thing he didn't want to do

"I'm sorry, love"

He has a few gifts for you; your comfort food, a soft sweater in Vergil's signature royal blue and a matching blanket

Without warning, you pull Vergil into a hug, ignoring the gifts

He holds you tightly, as close as he can get you to him

Vergil works on forgetting about perfection because really, nothing will ever be perfect

As long as he has you though, it's near damn perfect

V

He lost you

Again

"Angel! Come back! Where are you?!"

He told you to stay right next to him while he talked to this guy to get info

Now, he turns and finds you've run off

Again

"Angel!!"

It wasn't safe for you out here

Who knows what demon or monster of a human would find you

V knows you can hold your own but that doesn't stop him from worrying about you when you venture off like this

As V rounds a corner, he sees you battling it out with a demon

A demon that just pierced your leg

"YOU INSISTENT FOOL, LET GO OF THEM"

The demon flings you in a different direction before growling at the poet

V takes down the demon before rushing over to you

You were laying on the asphalt, the pincer of the demon still stuck in your leg

V doesn't say anything to you, just helps you up and gets you back to home base as quickly as possible

Vergil patches you up and makes sure you don't try running after your boyfriend back onto the battlefield

Later when V and Dante come back, Vergil leads Dante out of the room so you and V could talk

"I'm sorry for running off again"

"Oh angel"

V pulls you into a hug, trying not to hurt your leg

"Not out of sight anymore, please"

The two of you work on it over the next few weeks leading up to your next mission together

V's gentle with you as well, softly reminding you when you need it until it becomes second nature

And if you have to get out of his sight for something, you tell him before running off. A lot of the time he follows

V also reminds you he loves you more than anything

He doesn't want you getting hurt again

He has trust in you though

While you can't help it every time, he trusts that you'll come back in one piece

His little wanderer

Nero

You weren't listening again

Your attention was somewhere else and Nero could tell

He was trying to brief you on a mission but you weren't taking in anything he was saying

"Baby, you getting any of this?"

Focusing on Nero, you stiffen and your face becomes pale

You realize you've been daydreaming the entire time and the look on Nero's face tells you everything

He's disappointed

Blotches of color return to your face as hot tears slowly roll down your cheeks

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Nero watched as you bow your head, holding your wrist out, the sight making his heart ache

He knew the orphanage people were terrible to you for being a little different than everyone else but the stance you held was so defenseless, it was like you were expecting someone to hit you

He slowly walks over, taking your hand in his

He sits down next to you on the couch, slowly putting your arm down

You look up at him, the scared confused expression stained with tears making Nero tear up himself

"I'm not upset, baby"

You begin to cry again, this time pulling Nero into a hug

He holds on to you, slowly rubbing your back and whispered soothing reassurance into your ear

"You're safe now. I won't hurt you like they did"

"I'm sorry"

Nero quietly shushes you, telling you it's ok

Once you'd calmed down and Nero checked in with you to make sure you were ok, he slowly went back over the mission

He checked in with you to make sure you understood and rewarded you with kisses when you were able to repeat back to him

If you couldn't, that was ok. Nero simply went back over whatever part he was on

He was forced to watch back then when you two were kids, getting punished for being different. Sometimes taking extra beatings for trying to save or defend you

He wasn't going to let that continue now

You may be different, but that wasn't going to stop him from loving you anyways

He reassures you and rewards you for any and everything

You may be different but that's exactly what Nero loved about you

#dmc #dmc5 #devil may cry 5 #dante dmc5 #dmc vergil #dante sparda #dmc nero #nero sparda #vergil sparda #devil may cry #dmc v #v dmc5 #dmc v x reader #dmc5 vitale x reader #dmc5 vitale #dante x reader #vergil x you #nero x reader

[bitterlycursedstars]

VxFem!reader smut

Word count: 962

18+

Summary: An exciting, slightly rough bedroom session with V involving a vibrator and a bit of aftercare

Yes, Sir pt 1&2

"Oh, God, V... Harder..." I begged him between moans.

  "Now sparrow, you know I give the orders. I'll go harder if you're good. Will you be a good girl for me?" He asked, all but stopping his movement. He knew exactly how to torture me and make me obey him.

  "Yes, sir. I'll be good... I promise." I looked into his eyes and began to tear up from the pain of not being able to orgasm.

  "Good." He pulled out slowly, only leaving his tip in me, and then slammed into me as hard as he could, and slipped his hand down to my waist.

  "Hmm. What's this, sparrow? I believe I found something important." He chuckled and looked at me with that devilish smirk. His fingers found my clitoris and began to move quickly in circles.

  "Aah! V!" I yelled and moaned at the same time from pleasure and pain. I ran my hand through his hair and pulled, causing him to growl in pleasure. He suddenly crashed his lips into mine, quieting me with a rough kiss. His tongue massaged mine expertly.

  "Quiet." He pulled away from our kiss and put the finger that was on my clit to his lips in a shushing way. I whimpered at the sudden lack of stimulation, and he heard it. He slowly brought his hand to my lips and traced gently.

  "Suck." He forced his finger into my mouth and demanded. I immediately obeyed, licking and sucking the slightly salty taste of my own juices off of his fingers.

  "Such a good girl, and so beautiful." He moaned as he began to thrust in and out of me again. He closed his eyes and threw his head back in pleasure, and I couldn't help but stare at him.

He was gorgeous, his hair swaying as he moved, and his adam's apple so noticable, the way he was positioned. His soft lips parted ever so slightly, moaning my name.

It was almost too much to bear.

  "Flip over. Now." He pulled himself out of me and commanded.

  "Yes, Sir." I weakly pulled myself up on my knees and rolled over onto my stomach as he said, arching my back to give him the perfect view of my body, which belonged to him, and only him. He was well aware of this, and took full advantage every chance he got.

  "Hands back here, sparrow." He demanded. I reached my arms behind my back, and he took control, crossing them so that I  held my wrists in both hands. He grabbed them tightly, pushing my head deeper into the mattress.

-Pt. 2

  "Now, we're going to play a game. Guess what number I'm thinking of." He chuckled and leaned over to look for something, still holding my wrists with one hand. I heard a door close. A dresser drawer, perhaps?

  "Okay." My word came out muffled from the mattress being against my mouth.

  "Aha. For every wrong guess, I'll have to punish you." He chuckled again. All of a sudden, I heard a loud buzzing noise coming from behind me. "First guess?"

I swallowed hard, knowing what was going to happen if I failed his impossible game. But what choice did I have?

  "22?" I took my first guess.

  "Oh, sparrow... That's not right." He sighed in disappointment. I felt two fingers rubbing my already soaked cunt, opening my folds near my clitoris slightly. The fingers quickly changed to my vibrator, already on max speed. He pressed directly onto my clitoris, making me jump and cry out in surprise.

  "Aah!" I bit my pillow in an attempt to keep quiet. After 30 seconds or so, he finally gave me some relief, and took it away.

  "Next guess?" He gently rubbed my soaking wet hole, causing me to twitch slightly under his touch. I mentally cursed the man behind me for being so calm.

  "Um.... 19?" I hesitated, knowing no matter what I said, I'd get the vibrator once more.

  "I'm afraid not, angel." He was most definitely smirking at this point. I whimpered and tried to prepare for the next round of overstimulation. Once more, he set the vibrator directly on my clitoris, only this time, he also inserted two fingers inside me, thrusting quickly, making me twitch and moan uncontrollably.

  "Oh, God.... V!! Please!!" I yelled out to him to please end my suffering. The moment my orgasm was seconds away, he pulled everything away.

  "Ready to guess again, angel?" He ran his finger up the length of my dripping slit.

  "Please, V... Please no more... It's too much... I can't..." I began to sob as I begged him.

  "Shh, shh, shh. One more time." He lined his hard cock up with my slick hole, and slammed into me, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

  "Oh fuck.... I... 47." I mumbled through my sobs. I heard him hum in approval, but he still put the vibrator back on my clit, still on full power. He thrusted as fast as he could, and worked my clit expertly. My clitoris was extremely swollen, making me cry harder from the overstimulation. I reached my orgasm within seconds, it being like a wave that I was close to drowning inside of.

  "Fuck... V... I'm cumming... Cumming... V!!" I screamed as loudly as I could into my pillow as my orgasm ran through me.

  "You feel amazing, sparrow." V grunted out between moans, reaching his orgasm alongside me. He pulled away from me, and I completely collapsed on the mattress, unable to catch my breath.

  "V..." I whispered groggily between quiet cries.

  "I'm here, angel. I'm here. You were wonderful." He leaned over and kissed my exposed cheek, while moving a strand of sweaty hair out of my face.

#devil may cry #dmc5 v #v dmc5 #devil may cry 5 #vitale #v #devil may cry v #dmc v x reader #v x reader #v x you #dmc x reader #dmc x you #v devil may cry

[wri0thesley]

thinking about dottore’s sharp sharp teeth, biting into the soft flesh of your shoulder, your neck, your thigh - and how he uses a kamera to take photographs of your skin beading blood, kissing and licking and soothing the wounds afterwards, murmuring that he’s just taking notes on how well you heal. more photographs as they bruise, as they fade - delighting in the soft whimpers of pain you make when his surgical gloved fingers press down on tender healing skin. just a test subject, he tells himself, flicking through the photographs and replaying your pained moans in his head. with his still gloved hands wrapped around his cock and the taste of your blood still lingering on his tongue and the sharp points of his teeth: just his very favourite test subject.

#nat.txt #dark content cw #blood cw #sadism cw #not sfw text #yandere for ts #ugh ugh ugh being dottore’s favourite #him not even realising it until a vital part of his experiment comes a x it threatens your life and he realises he CANT lose you #he needs your soft pliable skin and big trusting eyes and the way your pretty mouth shapes doctor #needs your tremulously forced smile and the questions you ask to avoid getting too frightened #realises that it’s his turn to be sick and his sickness is even worse; love. adoration. desire. obsession

[scarefox]

btw. a while ago someone wrote that it was weird, creepy, wack (whatever) that Aob made such a big deal out of the fact that Puen lied to him about his virginity. And that it plays into this creepy virginity obsession of society.

As someone who hates this obsession as well, I still disagree on that reading of that conflict.

The thing is, Puen told Aob that one of the main reasons why he is into him, is because Aob took his virginity. Aob basically is Mr. "trust issues, no feelings due to past betrayal and hurt", slowly agreed to emotionally open up to Puen and their mutual feelings for each other. It's the fact that Puen lied to him, that makes him that upset, not the virginity part. That Puen betrayed his trust just shortly after they got closer. Which, if it had been true, was basically Peun lying to him to manipulate him. But in the end it wasn't really a lie but a misunderstanding of what went down with Keen.

#a lot of the criticism for this drama is based on not considering the context of every situation individually #and every plot as a puzzle piece of the whole story and vibe #to be fair it's easy to forget important details with the amount of plot and character information #sometimes you might have blinked at the wrong time and missed something vital #rewatching and talking / writing about the show really helped to understand everything better #playboyy the series #aob x puen #keen x puen

[homophyte]

there is a rapidly evolving rhetoric against transgender cowardice that is deeply shaming nd it worries me a lot

#myposts #'medical transition invariably and always will expose u to harm and violence and if it doesnt ur not doing it right' #'medical transition is the single most important thing u can do u have to do it' #what do u mean the first statement makes u hesitant to participate in the second. theres no hesitating in transgenderism #idk man. doesnt seem productive #from like an access barrier perspective or a. compassion toward other people perspective #no consideration for like abusive situations or any other reason someone might not engage w medical institutions #i see ppl who say this act like others are criticizing it because theyre 'forcing people to transition' but tbh #my concern is actually more like. youre making transition seem undesirable and scary and like it will be a negative #ur making it seem like its a loyalty test that is awful but needs to be done #instead of actually promoting it as life saving and vital and doing the political work that entails #ie actually addressing access barriers or abuse or medical trauma or anything really #i guess its easier to sit on the computer and tell other ppl theyre not good enough and especially ahvent suffered enough #making it a point of shame to not be doing X while also portraying X as bad and scary and not doing work to undo the things that make it so #is a bad combination? i think? personally? #its just a bizarre way to talk abt something so positive. as if theres no positives about it. #you just have to do it anyway. for reasons. huh #personally what gets me is that its literally like. yeah if youre a coward theres no room for you. we wont protect or help you. #if youre scared fuck you. heres XYZ reasons to be scared. aww you got scared?? loser #thats what gets me. whats that for what does it accomplish #i mean what is accomplishes is shame but. personally im on the side of the transsexual coward

[mirohtron]

Hello! I'm the one who asked you about the straight crush, and I'm slightly glad I'm not alone in the trenches. 😢😭

And I DO want to date her, but she's straight and has a crush on another guy and... *sighs* It's complicated. We're also best friends, so it's super scary to consider this.

lets lock in for a second bestie 😔 she's straight ure not she also has a crush on another guy and she's ALSO ur best friend,,,, the odds r not in ur favour. we must be rational soldier. i had a crazy crush on my best friend also this is every sapphic's roman empire. we must stay strong brother

#asks #you got this....dedicate ur time to poetry and storywriting or the like....you must accept defeat 😭 #anon ik u probably dont like hearing this but 😭 i must be rational . rhere r plenty of other girlies who will fuel ur delusions. #ppl like me r vital to a rational society 💔 #theres plenty of other fish in the sea do not be discouraged #sapphic anon #the best friends (gay x former straight) to lovers trope only works in fiction 🙏 steadfast brother

[jennycalendar]

DOES making teenage nora and donovan in the sims count as new content from me?????? perhaps?????

#never mind the years of wasted time #nora x donovan #that girl was trying to cause her mother as many problems as possible. #you KNOW she hacked her hair off in a fit of Punk Rage. #the multiple piercings are also literally vital. so important

[bisexual-horror-fan]

I heard that Sam Wescott has an eight pack-

-that Sam Wescott is fucking shredded.

#Listen #I don't care how many times I have posted it #THIS PICTURE IS IMPORANT #IT IS VITAL #Slasher x reader #Sam Wescott X reader #Sam Wescott #You Might Be The Killer