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Dante's reaction to a seriously injured S/O

I cannot sleep so you know what that means... angst ft. Dante and a gender neutral s/o [tw for blood, broken bone, description of wounds]

You were on a job with Dante, faced with thinning out a hoard of demons. Dante was somewhere else, probably further behind but just within earshot. Too preoccupied with work, it took you by surprise when, suddenly, you tripped over a loose cinderblock and took a tumble. It was all a blur, but you managed to shake it off and try to get back on your feet, only stopping when you noticed you couldn't move your leg.

When Dante eventually caught up to you, the first thing he noticed was you, sitting on the ground, oblivious to the Hell Caina that was about to take a swing to your head.

A loud shot rang out in the air, startling you out of your stupor and turning your attention to the man clad in red that was headed your way.

"What the hell kid? I thought you-" Dante trailed off. You watched as his face fell. He saw your leg, a dark red liquid beginning to make a trail down your calf. It was a clean break, part of your bone jutting out of your skin. He noticed that you didn't look scared or worried, just a bit dazed.

"Oh... I uhm..." You mumbled and moved to stand back up, but Dante was quick to stop you, crouching to put his hand firmly on your shoulder. Suddenly, it hit you what had happened and you started to panic. You couldn't feel your toes, much less move anything below the knee.

Dante tried his best to calm you, reassuring you that he's been through much worse and, look, he turned out fine! Safe to say: that did not help.

"Look... I- I'll just patch it up for you and it'll all be okay."

No. No no no no. You adamantly (and quite loudly) demanded to be looked at by a professional. Dante eventually gave in and called Nico.

The whole ride there, Dante did anything he could think of to keep your mind off of it. He still smiled and cracked jokes. At one point, he even found a deck of cards and tried a few basic magic tricks. Pick a card, any card. And for the most part, it seemed to work.

In the weeks following he'll definitely laugh at the sight of you in a cast, but at the same time he's the best when you just want to complain about it. He waits on your every beck and call.

You gruff at the bottom of the stairs in Dante's office. It seems like such a daunting task now that one of your legs had been incapacitated. Dante swallows a laugh from behind his desk.

"Oh come on," you call out to him, "It's not like I have magical demon healing powers."

He gets up from his desk in a flourish and walks over to where you stand.

"Trust me, if I could give them to you, I would." He says as he picks you up off the ground and plants a kiss to the top of your head.

Vergil's reaction to a seriously injured S/O

i STILL can't sleep, so I guess we're making this a series babey! ft. Vergil and a gender neutral s/o [tw for description of wounds, thoughts of death, vergil being edgy]

Fighting alongside Vergil was easy, or so you thought until you had one little slip up. The two of you were cleaning up a stray group of demons. It was a slow day for you, on account that Vergil was more than capable of handling this himself. You let yourself get careless. You let your guard down for a second and in that second a Riot came bounding towards you, spinning at the last moment so that its scaly tail landed right on your back and knocked you straight into the wall in front of you.

Vergil turned and was able to catch a glimpse of your body crumpling to the ground. He thought you were dead. Something inside of him flipped and he sliced through the last of the demons to get to you. You laid still on the ground, facedown. Part of him was hesitant to even check if you were alive but he did eventually because he wasn't just gonna leave you there.

Your breathing was shallow and your heart rate was slow, but you were still alive. Vergil was able to situate you so you were laying on your back; so it looked like you were sleeping. He kept watch over you until you woke up, checking multiple times throughout your slumber that you are still breathing.

When you start to rouse, a purple-red bruise had already started to stretch from your brow to your cheek bone and the foundation of a black eye crept in from the outer corner of your eye. The first thing you noticed was the stinging pain of a headache; the second, that Vergil had draped his coat across your form.

"What did I miss?" you managed to string together.

Vergil's expression was distant, less stern than usual. He sat with his legs apart, holding the Yamato vertical from the ground between them.

"Not much... I suppose." He exhaled. The pad of his thumb gingerly pressed against the purple skin under your eye and you flinched away from his touch. He tsked quietly.

"I was-" Vergil paused for a moment to examine your face, "waiting for you to come to." He looked away, opting to adjust his grip on the Yamato.

"Yeah," now it was your turn to look him over, "and I bet it was uncomfortable sitting up straight for that long. How long was I out for anyway?"

A slight smile broke through Vergil's facade for a moment, but it was quickly replaced.

Nero's reaction to a seriously injured S/O

Mild angst. ft. Nero and a gender neutral s/o [tw for blood, descriptions of wounds, seriously lots of blood wth]

You were in over your head. Maybe somewhere along the way you messed up or maybe you caused too much of a ruckus, either way you were now faced with more demons than you could easily take care of. Before you could think of a solid escape plan or even call Nero over to help you, a sharp thwack made it's home in the muscle connecting your shoulder and neck. Pausing for a second to confirm what had just happened, you quickly touched the shoulder only to feel warm red on your fingertips. You didn't see which demon hit you, you were more concerned with carving a path to get away and assessing the damage done.

It wouldn't stop bleeding. It wasn't bad enough that you couldn't move your arm and it hurt to try and crane your neck to actually see the wound, the amount of red spilling down the front of your shirt was starting to get concerning.

You looked over and could see Nero in the distance fending off the last of the demons he had to deal with. Inhaling a deep breath, you shouted his name so hard your lungs hurt. Surely, he could see the predicament you were in. He ran over as fast as he could.

When Nero caught up, you were resigned to sitting on the floor. "I don't feel good." you said shakily.

"Yeah, well that's obvious." Nero replied, examining the gaping wound on your shoulder. He called Nico as soon as he could get his phone out. Luckily, the wound didn't look serious so long as he could stop the bleeding.

"I feel dizzy." you told him as he sat you down on the couch in Nico's van. Numbness was quickly spreading from the affected shoulder, down the arm attached to it.

"You'll be fine." he reassured you, although the same warm energy in his words didn't reach his face. His calm persona was slowly falling apart at the seams. It didn't stop him from trying to keep you awake and alert though.

"So, what do you want me to cook for dinner?" he asked as he pressed a cloth firmly to your wound.

"Uhmm" your mind was fuzzy, taking all your strength to think of the words to an answer.

"Alright, but don't blame me if we have to get takeout because of this." he warned as he gestured to your arm.

Your shoulder would be fine with stitches for a few weeks and "no strenuous exercise". Your arm was fastened in a sling.

"At least you got to keep your arm." Nero teases when he first sees you in the sling.

"At least you got to grow yours back." you retort.

V's reaction to a seriously injured S/O

V needs to stop overthinking things. ft. V and a gender neutral s/o [tw for blood, descriptions of wounds, V's contagious pessimism]

Demons kept spawning left and right. V was just a block away, dealing with his own hoard. For now, you had your hands full, slashing left and right. It took a lot out of you. When there was a break in the mass, you took a moment to catch your breath and brush the hair out of your eyes. You watched V as he dipped in and out of the reach of demons. Always so graceful. You heard a metallic click behind you and turned to see a Hell Judecca stretching it's scythe-like hands towards you. Before you could properly react, it's claws snapped at you causing you to fumble and trip. You yelped as soon as your back hit the floor.

The stinging pain in your gut was caused by a gash spanning across your whole stomach. The last thing you saw before you were dragged away by Shadow was Griffon sending a bolt through the Hell Judecca that injured you.

Shadow eventually brought you to an alley that was quiet and secluded, V and Griffon followed a few minutes behind. You clutched your stomach to try and alleviate some of the pain.

"Let me see." V said hurriedly as he crouched down next to you. His face was pale. He looked more worried than you were. "Let me see." he insisted again and grabbed your wrist to move your arm out of the way.

"V, it's alright." you tried to reassure him as he looked at the bleeding laceration on your stomach. He was still gripping your wrist. It didn't seem like he heard you. He blamed himself for not paying attention enough to prevent it; for not being quick enough. V adjusted the hem of your shirt to get a better look at the slash.

"V," you repeated his name a few times until he finally looked you in the eyes. "Call Nico."

He nodded at this and Griffon flew off to go find a phone.

Once you were in the van, V was able to patch up your wound for the most part with the first aid kit. You'd be fine after a few painkillers.

"I apologize for worrying you." V whispered as you rested on Nico's couch. He situated himself to sit next to you.

You reached up to him to run your fingers through his hair.

"Well I should apologize to you getting into this mess in the first place." you told him as he moved your hand so he could kiss your palm.

hi, could you write some headcanons for the dmc boys about the trope of them going absolutely batshit when their s/o gets hurt, and only their s/o being able to calm them down. thank you!!

DMC 5 boys: Overprotective edition

Wherein the boys snap when their s/o gets hurt. ft. Dante, Vergil, Nero, and V with a gender neutral s/o

Dante:

The situation when he’d most likely snap is if someone hurts you to try and get to him. If someone knew he was close to you, and wanted to hurt you as an act of revenge aimed at Dante. That would really piss him off.

Switches to his Sin Devil Trigger form to beat them to a pulp. It’s probably best just to wait it out until he runs out of stamina and changes back (which doesn’t take too long when he’s in his SDT form).

Once he’s back, grab his face and assure him you’re okay. Tell him you just want to go home, he’ll listen to you.

Hurting his s/o is a good way to be on Dante’s “I hate you forever” list. He can hold a grudge for a very long time.

Vergil:

Pretty much anyone who hurts you in any way will be on bad terms with him for the rest of his life. Usually his menacing aura is enough to scare them into running away.

If an enemy was condescending to you in battle because you got hurt he would probably flip his lid. (A good rule of thumb for Vergil: never underestimate him or his s/o)

He fights with no regard to his safety, which is easier when he has special demon healing abilities, but it still worries you. He’s the scariest of the four when he snaps.

The battle is over before it even began. Hug him to ground him and tell him that he’s scaring you, he’ll feel bad and apologize.

Nero:

The most likely out of the four to lose it. (I mean come on, he went crazy after Dante called him deadweight...)

Snaps if you got hurt in a way that he could’ve prevented. If he was only there faster, if he had only saw, if he was stronger... He blames himself. 

Gives it his all in an attempt to prove himself. He wants to make it clear that he is strong and to prove (mostly to himself) that he can protect you next time. Being around legendary fighters such as Dante has given him somewhat of an inferiority complex.

Tug on his jacket and tell him to stop and think. Make sure he knows that he’s your strong boy and that you like his soft side as well.

V:

V is levelheaded most of the time. He knows when to give up and retreat if a fight is too much for him so it’s very rare that he’ll snap.

If he does it would probably be when he’s backed into a corner when you can’t fight anymore. He feels trapped, so he doesn’t flip because he can afford to, but because he has to.

He fights for survival. The moment you went down, he genuinely thought he was going to lose. V is aware he isn’t the strongest fighter, but hopefully he’ll be strong enough. He has to win for your sake.

It’s like an adrenaline rush, he doesn’t quite realize what is happening until it’s over and you’re calling his name. Call him over to sit with you for a while, he’s tired.

Writing this cured my headache. Thank you for requesting <3

Okie,but accidental confession with the ladies please?🥺❤️💕💞💖

Accidental confessions: The women of DMC 5

A continuation post to the other accidental confessions post. ft. Lady, Trish and Nico with a gender neutral soon-to-be s/o.

Lady:

If she confesses-

She’s definitely very likely to let it slip. She tries so hard to not tell you though. (That or Trish will tell you to embarrass her)

 Tries to backtrack and take back her words. 

“No I don’t like you, that was a joke.” It was not a joke.

Eventually she’ll have to face you and tell you, but she’ll put that off for as long as she can. 

If you confess-

She laughs. She actually laughs in your face.

She’s not used to affection, especially not romantic affection so she has no idea what to do or how to handle this. She probably ends up making it worse.

Eventually she’ll address your feelings and talk to you about it, even if she doesn’t feel the same (not like that’s very likely though).

Trish:

If she confesses- 

Yeah right, like she ever will. Would rather go to her grave than admit it to you.

If she does have a slip up, she simply will pretend it never happened. 

You’ll have to tell her you feel the same way before she admits what happened.

If you confess-

“I like you.”  “Aw sweetie, everyone likes me.”

She now sees you as a cute little plaything (respectably) like a puppy.

Very much girlboss sugar mommy vibes. (She sends Dante all the bills for the presents she buys you, much to his dismay)

Likes having you around to chat with.

Nico:

If she confesses-

If it was actually an accident, she roll with it and pretend it wasn’t. Might as well confess now as the Gods will have it.

Very comfortable and understanding, takes it well even if you turn her down.

She’s just fun to be around in general, whether she’s your girlfriend or not. 

Expect lots of double dates with Nero and Kyrie.

If you confess-

Doesn’t take you seriously at first and thinks its a joke. She plays along for a while.

Uh oh the “joke” has been alive for too long and now you two are married... but as a joke.

Eventually you’ll have to tell her that you actually meant it. She’s chill with it, she’ll tease you for not telling her earlier, but she’s chill.

Women🥰 Thank you for requesting 🥺❤💕💞💖

How about DmC reboot boys acting around their lover before confession? Thanks!

DmC Courtship

How would the twins act before confessing their love to their crush? ft. reboot Dante and Vergil. (I assume you meant love confession, I apologize if I interpreted your request wrong!)

[Dante’s bit is a lil spicy. Fair warning🌶]

Dante:

Depends how he met you and what your relationship is beforehand. 

It’s cannon that he ‘gets around’ a lot. So if you two didn’t meet from a one night stand chances are you two have had a friendly fuck sometime before you start dating. (If you are comfortable with it of course.)

It kinda plays with his emotions. He doesn’t know if he actually likes you or if you even like him. He’s never felt this strongly before and it confuses him.

He’s never been in a serious relationship. He’s had a few flings with other people (if you can even call that dating) and they only lasted a few months.

He’ll invite you over. His trailer is near the fair so that’s an easy cover.

Makes it his mission to win you one of those big stuffed animals at the game booths.

Afterwards, he’ll bring you back to his trailer. You two will just talk for a long time. 

Dante is softer and more playful with you now. It’s nice.

He’ll let you sleep in his bed and wear his shirt if you want to spend the night. Actually relieved that you wanted to stay. He enjoys your company.

Curls up next to you and buries his face in your neck to inhale your scent. It feels so comfortable. Maybe he’ll tell you how he feels in the morning, maybe he’ll back out. All he knows is that it feels so nice to bask in your warmth right now.

Vergil: 

Long, wistful glances in your direction.

He’s convinced himself that he can never be with you. His profession is too dangerous, there are lots of people who want to hurt him and he can’t bear to put that big of a target on your back.

Vergil is good at concealing his emotions, but every so often things will slip through.

He’ll often rest his hand on your shoulder when he’s near you. His touch will linger for a little too long.

When you’re talking, his gaze will shift from your eyes, to your lips, back to your eyes. He doesn’t realize what he’s doing, but you do.

You think he’s just teasing you, or being weird. Either way, it makes you wary of him.

If you have feelings for him, his actions are conflicting. On one hand, you love him and he treats you differently. You are special to him. On the other hand, you know that even if he does have feelings for you, he’ll most likely never act on them.

He’s explained that it’s dangerous just being employed for him. If you two were to be together, feelings would only get in the way. He has already dedicated his time to The Order and it’s cause and he doesn’t have room for another distraction.

He tries to let you down easy, but it still stings. Maybe some other time you both will be able to open up about your feelings.

Thank you for requesting <3 This one took me a while to write ngl. I do enjoy how it turned out though. (Maybe I could even turn these into full length oneshots later... No promises tho ;)

Ugh, I just got my period early and the cramps are pretty bad this time around. So I was wondering if you could write some headcanons on how the dmc gang would comfort their s/o on their period? Thanks so much!

DMC 5 gang with an S/O who is menstruating

Period comfort ft. Dante, Vergil, Nero, V (the ladies will be in part 2) and a s/o with a cycle.(I didn’t know if you meant the DMC5 gang or the DmC gang so I stuck with DMC5 just to be safe.)

Dante:

He knows what a cycle is. He works with two women, so he’s heard all about it whether he wanted to or not.

Blood doesn’t gross him out anymore. He’s gotten used to it.

If you two don’t already live together, he’ll keep a stash of pads/tampons just for you. Dante will buy you new blankets and a heating pad as well.

He’ll take you out to buy snacks whenever you want. He loves food, he’ll eat with you so you “don’t feel lonely”.

Dante isn’t the best at keeping his medicine cabinet up to date, but he’ll try to remember to buy pain meds for you.

Actually, he kind of ‘babies’ you. He’ll draw you warm baths and coddle you. Remind him that you’ve gone trough this before numerous times and you’ll be okay. (Unless you like being coddled, sometimes it’s nice to be looked after.)

Vergil:

Vergil knows what menstruation is, as in, he’s heard of it before. You’ll have to walk him through the basics.

He feels somewhat queasy at the thought of your organ ripping itself to shreds, but he’ll never let you know that. He’s determined to be the strongest and best boyfriend ever in this week.

He knew periods were uncomfortable, but he didn’t know that cramps could get that bad. 

He’ll get you pain meds and heating pads. Anything you need to make you feel better. 

Vergil won’t quite understand your cravings, but he’ll let you get whatever you want. He’ll even suggest different teas to help your cramps.

Your mood swings concern him at times, but he’ll endure it.

Nero:

He knows all about periods. Nico is his best friend and she never shuts up when she’s menstruating.

He’s pretty much seen it all. Nothing fazes him anymore. He has no problem running to the store, at any hour, to buy pads, tampons, snacks, meds, anything.

So sweet and doting all the time. He understands if you’re more irritable during this time, you’re in pain. Anyone would be irritable if they were in pain 24/7.

He’ll be willing to let you just lay around and relax all day. He’ll lay with you so you don’t feel bad about not doing anything all day.

He just wants you to feel better and he can’t wait until the week is up so you can be your usual self again.

V:

No way he knows what a period is. Maybe he’s heard of them, but he definitely doesn’t know what happens in detail. He is but two days old... how could he know?

The first thing he notices is that you’re in pain. You thought he knew you were on your cycle. He didn’t.

He’ll ask you if you’re okay, you grumble something incoherent in response. He’s worried about you, even more so that you’re obviously in a lot of pain.

He wants to take the day off just to care for you. He’s never done this before, so be patient. He treats you like glass at first.

Tell him what you need and want. He’ll be willing to do anything, but you need to talk to him first.

He’ll hold you and give you massages if you want. Anything to make this week more bearable for you. 

Thank you for requesting <3 I’ll make a separate part for the ladies since this one is a bit long. This has been on my headcannon to-do list for a while so I plan to write it for DmC reboot as well! (If you send a request try to specify which dmc game and characters you want.)

DMC 5 gang with a menstruating S/O part 2

A part two for with the ladies ft. Lady, Trish, Nico and an s/o with a cycle

Lady:

She's not called The Walking Arsenal for nothing. She has all sorts of tampons and pads incase of emergency. Heavy flow, light flow, tampons, panty liners, she has it all.

Very understanding. Her cramps can get really bad at times as well.

If you two sync up you both make Dante buy stuff for the both of you. Lady makes him do it because he's in debt to her.

Usually she's able to just power through cramps if they aren't too bad, but she has pain meds for you.

It's nice to just lay in bed with her and cuddle while Dante goes on another one of his shopping runs.

Trish:

She's good at keeping everyone away from you if you are particularly grumpy this week.

Very patient with your mood swings. She's seen worse.

She's mostly there for silent support. She'll run to the store if you need, she'll cuddle with you if you want.

Lays in bed with you and rubs your back while you both watch a movie.

If your cramps are bad she'll get you anything you need. Pain meds, heating pad, she'll even draw you a nice warm bath if you ask nicely.

Nico:

Her van quite literally has everything you might ever need in her van. Pain meds, pads, tampons, heating pads, blankets, snacks.

You're free to lurk in there for as long as you want, she'll even clean it up for you a bit so it's more comfortable.

Nero is banned from the van as long as you're in there.

If you two sync up, Nero makes sure to steer clear of the both of you. He doesn't need any part in this. He knows Nico will just make him be your personal servant for the week.

She restocks the snack cupboard in the van with your favorite snacks when she knows you're coming up on your cycle.

Of course she tracks you period for you.

Mmm... My lady loves. My wives. <3

Okay but like,DMC guys and gals reactions to their s/o asking to dance with them ?🥺 thank you💖

Devil May Dance 5

How well can the DMC5 characters dance? Will they dance with their s/o? ft. Dante, Vergil, Nero, V, Lady, Trish, and Nico with an s/o who wants to bust a move!

Dante:

Yes he’s been waiting for this moment.

He loves loves loves to dance. His dance moves though? Not the best, but they are charming in their own way.

Dante is that uncle at every reception who carries the dance floor with sheer gusto. 

He’s happy to dance with you in any occasion, but his favorite dances are when you two are alone in his office listening to his jukebox. 

It doesn’t matter if you think you are bad at dancing. He guarantees he’s five times worse. He embraces his bad dancing and it makes you more confident as well.

Vergil:

He’d love to dance with you. You’d have to ask him first though.

Likes when you two dance in front of a crowd. It gives him an ego boost and it lets everyone around you two know that you are his and he’s yours.

Dance off between you & Vergil and Nero & Kyrie at Nero’s wedding reception

He likes slow dancing with you. He’ll let you step on his feet as he guides you both.

He knows how ballroom dance and waltz as well😏 He’ll teach you how someday so you both can wow everyone on the dance floor next time.

He’d love to take you out ballroom dancing one day. Dream date idea.

Nero:

No rhythm. Just vibes. Go white boy, go!

He’ll be a bit embarrassed, especially if you are in front of a lot of people, but he’ll still dance with you regardless.  

You have to pull him up and coax him to let loose on the dance floor. Eventually he’ll warm up to dancing and be less stiff.

He knows he’s not the best at dancing, he didn’t inherit the dancing genes from his father. He’ll still have a good time though, you’ll just have to show him how.

V:

He’s ever the gentleman of course he’ll dance with you. Especially in front of a crowd. His chest swells with pride to know that everyone can see you both.

He’ll kiss your knuckles and guide you on the dance floor.

He’s not as seasoned at ‘freeform’ dancing though. You get to teach him that.

You are in Nico’s van, playing different records until one makes your ears perk up. You ask V to dance with you and he only smiles sheepishly.

Pull him up from his seat on the couch and make him dance with you. He’ll be hesitant at first, but he’ll still try to keep up with your pace.

Griffon will definitely poke fun at you both.

Lady:

She’ll be hesitant to dance, she’s never danced with anyone before so she’s not sure if she’s going to be good or not.

Assure her that no one will judge. 

You’ll have to take the lead when you two dance together.

Be as wild as you want on the dancefloor. Make her laugh. She’ll be more open afterwards.

She’s more likely to let loose when you two are dancing alone.

Trish:

She’s more one to sit back and watch you dance. When you ask her to dance with you, it takes a lot of convincing until she gives in.

A very hesitant dancer, but she also hates being outdone. If anyone is dancing better than you two, no they aren’t. She’ll outdo them.

She won’t ballroom dance. She doesn’t know how and she doesn’t really feel like learning. Maybe if you ask really nicely she’ll do it for you.

She’ll have fun on the dancefloor. Even if it’s just from watching you having fun dancing. 

Nico:

Takes pride in her ability to shake ass to any song.

She’ll grind on you a lil if you let her. She can get very rowdy on the dancefloor. 

Definitely starts a conga line at some point. 

She will dance with anyone, especially you. If you didn’t ask her to dance first she’d probably be dragging you up to the floor to dance at the first song she recognizes.

Nero will refuse to be her dancing partner. He can’t handle her rowdy antics. He’ll give you a nod as if to say ‘Thank you for putting up with her for me.’ 

10x more crazy when drunk. Be warned.

Thank you for requesting <3 This one was so sweet! I loved writing it (even if it took me the entire day. I get sidetracked a lot...)

ahaha... wouldn't it be sooo funny if someone made a period piece V x reader fanfic lol... wouldn't that be like sooo super random and hilarious ahahaha...

((for purely unrelated reasons, lmk if someone has done this before... and also where I can read it😁))

Hello, I hope you have a nice day! Can I request the dmc boys (and girls, if you like) with an s/o that unknowingly attract kids? Like whenever they go a kid will come up to them and give them flowers or something? Thank you!

DMC 5 boys with an S/O who is good with kids

How would they react if they saw that their s/o was good with kids? Do they like kids? ft. Dante, Vergil, Nero, and V (this one turned out a bit long so I’m only including the men for the sake of brevity)

Dante:

He claims he doesn’t like kids, he claims that he can’t stand them, but he actually finds them quite fun and cute at times. He doesn’t have the patience to deal with them all day though, unlike you apparently.

The first time a kid approached you in public he was bewildered to put it lightly. They couldn’t have been older than three. 

He watched as they outstretched their tiny fist and you crouched down and accepted the soggy gummy bear they dropped in your cupped hands. After that, the kid ran back to wherever their parent was.

It made him smile, just a little. He chuckled as you dropped the damp present into the nearest trashcan.

“Some gift.” he remarked sarcastically. “Yeah, but they’re so cute.” you whined (about children, you could do without their unsanitary gifts).

For a second he thought about how good of a parent you’d make, but then that’d mean that he’d have to be a parent as well...

He’s not ready to have kids. Maybe later, in the near future. He’ll have to remember to bring it up to you later. ;)

Vergil:

He doesn’t care for children, especially small ones, and definitely not little ones that aren’t his own. He’s come to somewhat tolerate Nero.

Kids usually go out of their way to avoid him in public. (It doesn’t help that he carries a sword pretty much everywhere he goes or that his resting face looks like he wants to murder someone.)

You two went to the park one day, just to walk around and enjoy the fresh air for a while when a kid bumped into you from behind while trying to run past you.

Obviously, you felt that it was your duty to clean the scrapes on their knees and palms until their parents arrived. Vergil watched curiously as you sat on the ground and patted their small wounds with a paper napkin you had in your bag.

He didn’t understand how you could put up with their constant quiet sniveling, but at the same time part of him felt remorseful. He never got to be there for his own son. He never got to experience raising him. His own son! He remembers how close his connection with his father was growing up and he’s regretful about how absent he’s been as a father himself.

Focuses on being closer to Nero for the time being, maybe someday he’ll want to have more children (although he’s not sure how Nero would react to having a half-sibling two decades younger than him), but no babies right now or anytime soon... probably ;)

Nero:

He’s probably the only Sparda who actually enjoys spending time with kids (openly at least). He plans to have kids of his own someday, but he doesn’t know when that will be with Dante’s constant nagging and Vergil’s unending complaints. 

When he notices that kids tend to flock to you no matter where you two are, he’s somewhat jealous. It’s not fair that you can be so stunning and beautiful AND be great with kids. 

There’s one little girl in particular that runs up to you with a small flower in her clutches. She extends her arms up to you and you crouch down and let her tuck the flower in your hair (to the best of her ability). She runs off in giddy satisfaction without saying a word.

When you rise to look at Nero again you ask him how it looks in a joking manner. He only stares at you with a gentle smile on his lips.

“It looks great.” he manages to say with adoration in his eyes. His voice is barely above a whisper.

A baby girl would be nice, he thinks to himself, surely a well-needed change from the bickering of his uncle and father. Gods, he’s never wanted children more than in this moment. Good thing he has all the time in the world... but what better time to start than now? ;)

V:

He never really took a liking to kids. Never hated them or found them annoying, but he’s never felt attached to children. This could be because he’s never really thought of children, in any regard, his own or otherwise. He’s not even entirely sure if he can have children, due to the strange circumstances of his ‘birth’

He watches as you play with the child of a family friend’s. You were supposed to be baby sitting for them for the evening; you called him over for “help”, but truthfully he had no clue how to care for children.

Eventually, you slump back down on the couch next to where he is sitting. “It’s exhausting.” you say through a smile. 

“I’m sure it is.” he smiles back at you. He can tell how much you enjoy it though, as he studies your face, your unknowing eyes still watching the kid. It was getting late, their parents would be back soon.

He’s apprehensive about having kids of his own, he’s never thought about it until now. Although it would be fun to have something of his own, to leave proof that he existed in the world, to care for them and read to them and watch after them as they grow into their own person. He understands why those parents chose you as a babysitter, you had such a natural way with kids.

He’s not sure if he’s ready for such a big commitment as children, he still has to get rid of all this nervousness surrounding him about it. He’s not sure if he’ll be a good parent or if he is even able to reproduce... better help him with seeing what he is able of. ;)

*holds out one soggy cheeto* here anon, this is for you. Thank you for requesting <3 

In update to this previous post:

I've scoured AO3 for a V-centric period piece fanfic and I have found absolutely none. How am I supposed to let this injustice carry on in my fandom?

(But for real though, I am seriously considering writing one. I've got a basic outline of a plot/story done and I've researched a lot. If you could see my search history you'd be concerned. The ball is rolling, no one can stop it now.)

ahaha... wouldn't it be sooo funny if someone made a period piece V x reader fanfic lol... wouldn't that be like sooo super random and hilarious ahahaha...

((for purely unrelated reasons, lmk if someone has done this before... and also where I can read it😁))

V Vampire x Reader fic

heyo!

Just posted the first chapter of a new fic. It is another period drama, and it is V-centric BUT! with a twist!! 🦇muahaha!

Get ready for spooks, blood, and romance.

🎃 You can check it out on my Ao3 here! 🎃

only the first chapter is out as of posting this but while you're at it, you can check out my other works I did for DmC: Devil May Cry!

bye o((>ω< ))o

He is so cute and handsome <3 He is my handsome pretty little demon boy <333

every time dante shows his little fangs I feel like a victorian man seeing a woman show her bare ankles

𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓜𝓪𝔂 𝓒𝓻𝔂

➤ 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆

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➤ 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒍

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➤ 𝑵𝒆𝒓𝒐

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Could I request Vergil stealing the readers clothes and touching himself? He tries to convince himself that it isn't a big deal and he will return the clothes, so he *totally* isn't a pervert at all? Maybe the reader catches him in the act and he feels embarrassed by it?

nsfw!! warnings: only masturbation and a lot of cum, urine is mentioned and vergil is caught as the pervert that he is 😈 Ah, and there may be some spelling errors, but I'm not sure.

You and Vergil are on the couch watching television, apparently this is your favorite series, you can't miss a single episode, Vergil is aware of that so he's accompanying you, but he's fucking distracted, he looks a bit lost, what You catch him looking at you several times but he doesn't say anything, so you ask "what's up vergil?" your voice is kind and soft, vergil gets a little nervous you can feel that "nothing... I just have to go home soon you know?" he responds, to which you tell him that it's not necessary and that he stays today, he gladly accepts, you both spend the rest of the night talking and talking about the typical stuff, a lot of blah blah blah, here and there but only from you, he is extremely quiet today, maybe he is uncomfortable? You think, so you just leave him alone to rest, he sleeps in the guest room and you in your own room of course.

But you don't know the real reason why he was so nervous, he just can't tell you, I mean, no he's not a pervert for getting fucking hard when he saw your nice dirty panties in the bathroom but he doesn't want you to think bad of him! You probably forgot to put them in the washing machine and he saw them by accident.. it's not your fault or his.

But he didn't really know what he was doing when he woke up in the middle of the night, he went to the bathroom on purpose, not because he needed to pee or anything, he just needed to see your panties again! Don't blame him, he just wants to see what you used on your pussy most of the day. So when he goes into the bathroom he quickly looks for your panties, oh it is still there, in the same position he found them this morning, his half hard penis starts throbbing just by looking! He hasn't even touched them yet, suddenly he had a little idea, he thinks it's a bit disgusting but he can't help it, he grabs the soft fabric of your panties and takes it to his room "just for a moment, I'll return it as soon as I'm done" he tells himself, but he really can't tell for sure how many hours he's been fucking his fist with your panties around his cock, the poor fabric of your clothes is thick and wet from so much cum he's spilled! But he can't stop!! He was so lost in his own lust and arousal that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching his door, the only thing that brings him out of his trance is the little scream that comes out of your throat when you saw vergil masturbate with your panties, he is perplexed, really he doesn't know how to react, he feels ashamed and dirty. Is he really a pervert for doing this? He just wanted to enjoy himself a bit! Inhaling your smell and tasting your sweet taste, he didn't want to do anything wrong!!

Could you do headcannons of theDMC5 Sparta boys(Nero too plz) having a piece of your clothing and smelling/senting it while they’re getting off? Like say it’s close too their heat and you’re not around

Love your work btw!

Thank you so much I'm glad you like my work! Usually when someone asks Sparda boys in a request I usually would include V as well but since he's Vergil's human half and all, not a hybrid, he wouldn't go through heats of course so he wouldn't be included in this request! Nero's part did get a little bit longer compared to the other two parts than I originally planned 😅 but I still hope you enjoy!

CW: I don't take A/B/O dynamics requests but since I've seen plenty other other fellow dmc writers on tumblr write that demons go through heats and the monster fucker part of me is at least on board with that much but not delving any further this is the closest to A/B/O that I'll write. So if this type of writing makes you uncomfortable please don't read the following! Otherwise I hope it came out okay.

(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW under the cut as always)

Vergil

It's a late afternoon one day when Vergil find himself alone in the office; with Dante out on a job with Nero and you went out shopping with Lady, Trish, Kyrie not that long after. It wasn't very often that Vergil got time for himself these days, after all the Red Grave Incident even after all this time still really affected the world with demon infestations meaning they're to be plenty of jobs to do and after Vergil's realization and guilt he felt as V - he's more than willing to help out and do what he can, even if it means hours and hours of work each day. So it's actually you who told him to take to day off and despite the long back and forth the two of you had he's taken it; today he can just sit down with a nice cup of tea and loose himself in the same pages of Blake's words just as he did as a child.

However something's slightly off that keeps preventing him from that relaxation.

No matter how many times he sits and loose himself in his book he has to readjust himself - switching back and forth between crossing his legs differently and rotating from sitting back against the back of his chair to hunching over, leaning ridiculously far on either armrest. Something still felt off.

Then suddenly he feels suddenly like the hottest circle of hell throughout the entire office - first he takes off his coat thinking that will be the simplest solution but to no avail, then he goes over to the old rocky AC that is littered full of Dante sized fist holes all over the sides of the damn thing but then he remember he's no good with human technology and the last time he touched something of the sort you screamed at him for days about having to buy a new washer, so he just goes with opening a few windows. Something still felt off.

Then it's as he goes to sit back in his chair to finally go back to his reading escape from whatever discomfort he's feeling that he really takes a good look at his surroundings; all the pizzas boxes, the dirty clothes, the tossed aside paperwork, the dust collections on every top shelf - the entire place was a pigsty no wonder why he can't truly make himself relax! No matter how much that Lowell girl helps clean up this drivel mess his buffoon of a brother will always make it right like it was before in no times flat. He should've expected as much, it was exactly the same when they were children. And like when they were children; it wouldn't be long before the mess bothered him so much that he found himself cleaning it up.

It doesn't take long before the front office, kitchen, and many other rooms of the shop are cleaned...or well at least more presentable than what they were; surfaces dusted and polished, trashed discarded, work papers sorted and went through, floors swept and mopped, loose cash and coins picked up and stashed the old piggy bank Dante was given a few christmas' ago from Patty on top of the cabinet, dishes (manually) washed and put away, and finally the laundry from the floor and the rest of the house into the hamper in the laundry room (for someone who understands technology to do) However, now Vergil faced a small problem: his inner turmoil of discomfort still has not left him. A swelling ache of heat scorched through his body, something that felt so familiar but something he...couldn't process him going through again, something as with each growing moment he sits on his brother old busted up couch he starts to slowly recognize more and more with each breath that becomes rocky, every shift of his body that shivers straight to his groin, to every drag through his hair to keep himself grounded. Heat. His season.

Given he spent over two decades in a state of mindless corruption under Mundus' hand in hell and all, to say that it's been an extremely long time since the last Vergil experienced a season is...an understatement. Hell, he didn't even know he still could go through one with how badly Nelo Angelo ruined his body; how it corrupted, twisted, and prevented him from taping into any of his real demonic power stronger than sparking summoned swords into existence (and even that took him some time fo relearn and took toll on his body) and turned him...into that thing. It wasn't until V's sacrifice that really fixed him up and made him whole again - maybe the reason why he found himself in the situation he currently finds himself in.

Now even pre-hell Vergil never really sought out to quell his seasonal needs, it was always some thing he could manage himself by either fighting hordes and hordes of strong demons for the heat's entirety or (and begrudgingly) treat by his own hand, those were the only two options and he refused to find a human partner one: because he felt himself above the sort and two: humans and too fragile and weak to deal with the sort, he can only imagine how much he could possibly hurt you if he even tried - oh that's right, that's another thing, him...somehow explaining this to you. Vergil utters a quiet curse to himself at the predicament. His father damn it all.

With a growl low in his chest and the voice of his inner demon starting to scream at him his eyes hit the floor and a piece of (color) fabric catches his attention. Picking it up he recognizes it instantly: it's one of your shirts, one he must've missed in his clean up. A big part of him wants to get up and put it with the rest of the clothes in the hamper, but even so he finds himself not being able too with how...good it smells. Now Vergil is more than familiar with your scent, for the longest time it's come to be as a comfort to him but right now...he's never smelled something so sweet? Has it...always been this sweet? No this is his demonic hormones driving him out of control, Vergil stop it - he has to mentally tell himself. But yet he can't help but bring the clothing to his face, truly basking in that warm sense of comfort and safety you bring to him.

It's not one of Vergil's...brightest moments, him locked up in his torn apart room with his mattress clawed to shreds with the sharp dark navy talons sprouted on his partial triggered hands desperately working himself while face first into your shirt, with all the growls and roars mixed in with whines and choked out moans that he would normally hide all out in the open.

Your scent smells so fucking good and with every pump of his triggered cock thrusting mindlessly into his own hand he imagines exactly what he would be doing to you if you were here right now. How much he wants mark up your delicate flesh with his teeth from head to toe, to show any other competition, just how good you had it - how you truly belonged to a Son of Sparda and exactly who they would be up against if they tried anything. He wants to fill you up so much his scent of his come in you would to reek to any other demon out there for miles and miles even days after it's gone. He wants to to fit the entirety of himself inside you and to watch you absolutely squirm around it only for him to pull the entirety of himself out and slam it back in to get you to scream. He wants to fuck into you so deep with his wings cocoons around you two and get right up against your ear and whisper every single bit of praise from the bottom of his heart to the second you both meet your end just so you can just realize how much he truly cares.

The closer and closer he gets the more he shoves his face in your shirt and looses himself with his amazing he feels. The pure bliss as keeps imagined himself with you, your scent, your loving and soon it turns everything becomes overwhelming that gets humanly tears streaked down his face. He climaxes with a loud growl as electric blue engery snaps through the air as he fully triggers, come dripping and soaking the sheets below in ridiculous amounts that Vergil has to physically hold himself up from passing out. When radiational thought returns to him he unpops DT and looks down at the state he's in and just how shaky and soaked his thighs are. He drags a hand through sweaty silver hair.

20+ years and he never remembered past...experiences feeling that...intense.

Vergil picks up your shirt from off the mattress, your shirt that was stained with sweat, come, and had multiple new probably noticable holes that weren't there before. He felt awful, how was he supposed to...explain this to you? His heat was most definitely not over, especially when his long it's been since he last truly went through it so how was he supposed to explain all of this?! Maybe he could just leave, give the excuse the phone rang with job and he had to - no. He promised you, he was on break today and he wouldn't take any jobs. He needs to be honest with you about it but...he doesn't know how. He wants you, his demon screams it's need for you to be here.

Asking for help is hard for Vergil, I think everyone understands that, so for him to argue with himself enough to get the old rotary phone in his hand to call and ask you to come...help him is definitely hard on the eldest son of Sparda. Guilt swarms through his gut with every shaky punch of the buttons of your number and even more so with every ring that shoots through his ear as he waits for you to pick up but it's at the sound of your voice when you do answer that makes him weak that makes his plea come out everso easily.

"I'm afraid I need your assistance at home."

Dante

Dante spending the entire day in bed wasn't an entirely new concept, just a thing he does time to time on days he 'takes off from work.' It's on one of these days that Dante wakes up clinging to every blanket, pillow, and stuff animal that might be on your bed and just...lays there unmoving.

Day number six of being away your job you took with Trish and still weren't back yet and with how his mood has been lately he was sick of it. Yes, he know he shouldn't feel this way you have your own career and you take your own jobs just like how he does but god damn he missed you so much that he can just sniff you off the scent of you all over the entire bed, that's the reason he gives himself for not wanting to leave and he shoves his face into your pillow. Then a voice a clarity speaks to him; he knew the exact reason why he's thinking this way - season was approaching him.

Now Dante isn't as young as use to be but he does go through heats once every few years instead of every year like he would if he was about twenty years younger. So he's more than use to these hormonal feelings bullshit, the heat scorching through his body as his inner demon demands him to get on something and go at it like something on hell's discovery channel.

You probably won't be back for awhile longer, few more days tops so he'll just have to treat this one himself like he's done time and time again long before you entered the picture. You've been with him through his heats before and while it might be the hottest sex you've ever had during his seasons, this is Dante after all, he can't help the feel any anxiousness he feels every time you take him in devil trigger - one wrong move is all it'll take and you'll be another voice added to the back of his head haunting him, this is why he's never sought out finding a partner to help him during these times and why it took so long for him to accept your help with it in the first place. He does appreciate it, he appreciates you so for absolutely everything you do for him and he would give you the entire world if you just ask but, a part of it is his...hesitance he's always had with his demonic side. Yes over the years he's come more to terms with it and understand it, hell even to a point where he's surpassed his father but-

Nah, whatever thoughts he was thinking he's not in the mood to think about it any further, just more in favor to reach a hand out to the teddy bear laid on your spot on your side of the bed, it's little beady eye staring back at him.

Dante won you that bear on one of your first dates through a carnival that came through town, you loved this thing so damn every single night since has it shared the bed with you two that the fact it long lost it's right eye became less creepy at some point. Now it just laid next to one of your old shirts staring soullessly back at him, smelling just like you. There's definitely not beating the real deal but there's most definitely a feeling of solace cuddling next to it. It's nice, like your here next to him.

Your scent smells so good that it he could almost taste you. It's just intoxicating that it sparks the heat through his body and sends aches to his groin that he can't help to thrust his hips to find any type of friction from the mattress below but nothing quelling it. A low growl leaves his lips as he he feel his teeth morphing in his mouth and his fingertips starting to sharpen. A loud purr ruptures through his throat as he nuzzle the scent of you; the strongest hit if it coming from the shirt that he can't help but to pick up and absorb your scent. He sighs out a curse, alright this is going to get ugly, Teddy doesn't need to see this.

His hands work mindlessly at himself and your shirt rests in his mouth, drunk in your scent, his sharp scaly palms are already soaked in his come and leaking to the sheets below after one shaky climax after another but none really itching his need. Hot long orange tongue hangs from mouth as he distortion of his trigger he begs; he wants you home he needs you here right now. He bites down on your shirt and shutters with the ecstacy that of your scent washes over him.

He can just imagine you, barely even able to take his fully triggered cock, straddling his hips carefully not to hurt yourself with all the sharp points that just out the sides of his thighs. Inch by inch you take more and more of it, even with the previous prep it's always too much at first that honestly worries him and makes him ask the question if you wanted to stop but every time you smile at him great big with that beautiful amazing smile and you gently touch his face, even with the face of a demon you look so unbelievable loving at him as you promise you can take him. Inch by inch he goes inside and no matter how much pain you're initially in it's a matter of time before it changes to pleasure and that's the exact moment he loves watching the spark change in your eye and you beg for him to start ploughing you. Sharp claws indented on the flesh of your thighs as he throws your legs up and onto his shoulders to go even deeper if that's even possible, your hands flying to tug and pull on his horns. It's all so good, all so good he could cry with how desperate he wants it.

When he comes he comes with a roar and a sudden rip that goes through the air. After panting down from his high and sizzling off his DT, he finds the source of the ripping shoving in two separate parts that they most definitely weren't in before. Oops. Despite the body shakes still in his system he sits back his knees and looks at the...remains (if you can call it that) of your shirt below him, scratching his head. This one isn't going be be very easy to explain is it? Fuck. Well at least it wasn't your favorite shirt? He doesn't think? Dammit Dante.

"...I guess Trish was right telling how much of a mess you must been in since she could smell it from outside."

Your voice startles the shit out of him, almost making him go back into trigger. You have a small tired smile on your face as you stand in the door way, looking at the mess your love is in before you. Before he can even flip the switch to turn the situation around, your scent stronger than any shirt can be, is it sweetest in person. The most comforting. The younger son of Sparda can feel himself turn into mush as you slowly approach closer, yanking your shirt over your head and kicking the bedroom door close behind you with your the heel of your foot.

The moment you stand in front of the bed, you eye your shredded shirt before you can't help but struggle to contain the giggles in your throat.

"That bad, huh?"

"More than you can believe, babe."

Nero

Nero of course hasn't had his devil trigger for long, now only for a short year and there seems to be new stuff he learns about it every day. Like for instance if you hold the charge in for a good few seconds, the pop of it will kill a a swarm of lower class demons at once, stuff like that - stuff he can learn on his own, nothing that any demon whether it be his father, uncle, Trish, or hell even Lucia taught him.

Now on one hand, he wishes they would give advice (though it's not exactly like he asking for it directly in the first place, of bit of that Sparda awkwardness and all) after all they've all had and been using their demon abilities longer than he has, even if all their powers varies in different abilities (but it's the thought that counts) and maybe he can at learn learn...something from. But then on the other hand, he's okay with them not giving him advice especially with the...awkward situation he finds himself in currently. He would rather die then have that embarrassing conversation with any of them about what the fuck is going on with him currently.

The built-in bathroom in the van is rather quiet small, especially for someone whose Nero's size (Sparda height gene and all) Normally it wouldn't really been an issue, he'd just do his business whenever necessary and leave - you know like a normal person. However, with his current predicament; half triggered and desperately jerking off as inhumanely fast in hopes that whatever the fuck was going on with him would just stop...but no matter how many times he makes himself come and he thinks he's spent - that swelling hear surges right back through his body and hardens his cock once more, he quickly found himself becoming claustrophobic shut up in the small room.

How long had he been in here? He wasn't sure. He had to stop at some point; you, Kyrie, Nico, and the kids were inside probably worried about him over dinner. He'd been feeling this weird feeling in his chest all day, it even got him thrown off his style game during the job you and him took today. He couldn't describe exactly what it was but the...heat, the feelings in his chest, the ache, the need, the smell it just...all seemed to intensify the very moment he to get anywhere near you and when you were his hunting partner so off course it's going to make work difficult for him and it didn't exactly take a genius to figure out whatever this was that was happening to him was some weird demon thing. How was he supposed to bring up something like that to you? He didn't, just made his space and tried not to think about it and that's why he stayed out here to work on the van in the first place to clear his thoughts and maybe this...demon thing would just settle being away from you awhile.

Spoiler warning; it didn't. Only made it worse to the point he got so dizzy he had to go inside of the vehicle and sit on the couch, heat tearing through and ripping through his body and leaving him to feel himself as his limb slowly start to uncontrollably trigger; talons ripping from his fingertips and long white hair sprouting out and cascading over his scaly shoulders. Oh and there was a thick barbed dick unsheathing and leaking out of him. That was new.

Things go by...shamefully fast. One minute he's on the couch in discovery of...well demon dick and the next he's shoved and locked himself in the bathroom going to town on himself. His grunts, his whimpers, everything seems to spill out from his lips in distorted need, no matter how hard he tries to keep them to himself every pump of his hand as he imagines himself pummeling into you as you grab nothing but fist fulls of his snowy locks and beg him to go harder and faster fill you up until there's nothing left of you that hasn't been seeped with his come.

Aquamarine arms from his shoulders and a mind of their own scoop down and grab something from the floor before what they grab gets shoved into his human hands. Nero pants down from his last high before he looks down - even before he's aware of what it is your scent absolutely just slaps him in the face. It was one of you shirts, soaked in dried demon blood from a previous job and meant to be thrown into the hamper for Kyrie's special washing cycle specifically for dirtied hunting clothes. The youngest Sparda looked down to it with a shaky sigh as your scent continued to tickle and seduce his demons instinct desires, the occasional red orb falling from the clothing and clinkering to the floor.

Shame heats his face as one spectral hand pump the fabric around his cock, his eyes slammed shut, one set of fingers cramming any noises from leaving his mouth, pretending that this wasn't just him that it was you instead singing all your praises to him in his ear, making him feel so safe and loved, that he was doing so good for you. That's all it takes to push him over his edge all over the bathroom floor.

He sits there for a good few lingering moments after as the shaking breath of his high begins to settle down. Then realization kicks in. Your shirt now resting on his soften yet half hard cock is completely ruined in his mess. Shame slaps back him right in the face. Fantastic fucking job Nero, he mentally scolds himself as he lifts up your shirt and accesses the state of the material. How exactly was he supposed to get this cleaned without any noticing the big ass fucking stain on it. Oh he wouldn't be able to look you, Kyrie or anyone else in the eyes ever again if they found out. Red scorches his face with guilt. He didn't even know what the hell was wrong with him, he couldn't untrigger no matter how hard he tried, he wanted to be honest with you but how the hell was he supposed to do that if he didn't understand his own body.

"Nero? You okay in there?"

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

"Kyrie saved you some dinner when you're ready. Nero?"

You knock a couple times on the bathroom door, on the other end Nero desperately scrambles to try and recompose himself.

"Out in a minute!"

Then it hits him that he's in partial DT still when his he hears himself. Shit.

Frantically he looks around the bathroom in search for a hiding place he can put your shirt so he can not deal with the embarrassment and shame right away - as he moves around thrashing against his spectral arms that cling onto the clothing and refuse to let him let the material go, knocking tons of things over off the nearby sink.

"Let go! Let go!" He huffs under his breath.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

He doesn't answer you, too sweeped up in the sudden death match he's having with his extra pair of blue demonic limbs.

"Nero?" You call out, unbeknownst to him your hand moving to slowly open the door revealing the scene occurring in the small bathroom in front of your eyes.

The best way to compare the look on Nero's face was to a deer caught up in headlights with how he his world slowed as your eyes bounced around to several places; your now messy with more than just blood shirt being fought over by two sets of hands that all four belong to the same body, to said body's almost full devil triggered state, to the quickly hardening cock in all of it's spiky barbed glory that dripped of both pre and come that seemed to trail to an even bigger mess on the tile floor. You took a moment to gulp down a breath.

"Look I can explain-" Even though he couldn't, even after all of this he still had no idea what the fuck was going on.

"No it's alright. It's uh...normal thing demons go through after all." Your cheeks flushed. Huh?

You look at Nero with a sigh.

"It's uh...a mating thing demons go through. Lady told me about it, she helps Trish when she goes through with hers."

Nero looks dumbfounded, though you couldn't tell at what piece of information given.

"It's called a heat-"

"Like what dogs go through?!" You hiss through your teeth.

"Yeah I guess if you want to compare it to that-"

"Son of a fuck."

Nero slumps down on the side of the tub and holds his temple muttering down a few curses. You go to sit next to him before he noticeably tenses - you hold up you hands and sit a good amount of space away from him.

He shakes his head before asking how long that this 'heat' will last, you give him an estimation give what Lady has told you about Trish's and tell him about a week or so - though this isn't a good enough answer for him.

"So I'm just supposed to shut my self up here for a week then? (Name), we live with five other people in the house three of those being kids - I can't-" You stop him by leaning over and pressing a sudden kiss to his lip, a kiss he melts against.

"You'll be fine, we'll take care of it, okay? Go and take a break somewhere. But for right now and now...if you want-"

You drift as you slowly make your way onto his lap, hands gripped tightly onto scaly shoulders.

"-we can make the most of it."

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Devil's Food(Vergil x Fem!reader)

Warning: smuttiness, sex, rough sex, oral sex(fem and male receving) porn with almost no plot, devil fucking, DT fucking, monster fucking, unprotected sex, creampie(A large one at that). Word count: 2,010 Pairings: Vergil x Fem!Reader Summary: Reader is a little worried about Vergil when she doesn't hear from him in a week. Turns out, he's trying to work through his own problem. Good thing for him, she's willing to do anything to make him feel better. A/N: Please note, I haven't actually finished all the DMC games. I just have an unhealthy obsession with these damn twins(and maybe a few others). I was inspired by @beneathstarryskies, who wrote me a wonderful DT Dante smut fic for my birthday. I hope you all enjoy, and please be gentle. I'm still trying to get a feel for writing Vergil.

Vergil has always been quiet. But lately, it seems it’s even more than usual. You haven’t seen him in a few days and he’s usually one to make time for you. Even though your relationship is new, you’ve been friends for some time and usually, Vergil comes to you. You think maybe you need to give him space, because even though you don’t always know what’s going on inside his head, you know that Vergil has had a more than troubled past. He needs space and alone time sometimes.

By the end of the week, you find yourself very concerned about your boyfriend. You haven’t heard from him since last week. Your busy work schedule has prevented you from being able to visit him at Devil May Cry. But now that you’ve got some days off, you decide to head over to the shop to see him. You feel nervous and almost a little guilty about not trying to call, but you’ve been so busy and you didn’t think too much of it when this all began.

At the shop, you’re met by Dante. He seems a little troubled himself, but once he sees you, he’s doing all he can to stop you from going upstairs into Vergil’s room. You’re a little upset about this, considering that you are so worried for Vergil. Dante frowns, blocking the access to the stairs.

“Don’t go up there. You could be in danger if you do.”

You scoff, “Don’t be ridiculous, I need to make sure he’s alright. I haven’t heard from him all week.”

Dante crosses his arms over his chest, clearly not caring about what you have to say. He’s not going to let you go upstairs.

“He’s going through something right now. It’s not safe.”

You only know a little bit about the devils, but Vergil had mentioned a breeding cycle once upon a time ago. He did teach you a little about devils, but most of your knowledge is from him or from some of the stuff Dante has explained to you. You’ve never seen Vergil during his breeding cycle, but your relationship(including the intimate parts) is still fresh and new.

“What do you mean? How could it not be safe?”

Dante frowns, “He has been asking for you, but he’s in heat. It could be so dangerous, you have no idea.”

Dante has always been a little protective over you. Ever since you met him, he’s always seen you as the little sister he’s never had. And you thought of him as your older brother, which made the two of you really close. He’s the one who introduced you to Vergil, thinking that the two of you were a perfect match.

You feel guilty. You know that Vergil probably needed you so much, and yet you couldn’t make a little time for him during your busy week. Dante sees the grief written all over your face, and he places his hand on your shoulder comfortingly.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Vergil likes to hide when he’s in heat. He doesn’t like to ask for help, and you know that.”

You sigh softly, “I know. I still feel bad. Maybe I could help him now.”

“He can be volatile. When we go in heat, the need to breed is very high. We can’t always control ourselves.”

You smirk, “It’s okay, Dante. I’m a big girl.”

He chuckles nervously. He knows he’ll never really be able to convince you to stay downstairs with him while Vergil rides this out. So, he moves aside and lets you go up the stairs. He decides to stay in the office, just in case something bad happens. He turns on the jukebox just a little louder, trying to drown out any sounds of passion.

The closer you get to his room, the more you can hear noises. Grunting and growling fills the hallway as you get right in front of Vergil’s door. You press your ear to it, and the sounds are amplified. You shudder, a wave of arousal washing over you, You aren’t sure exactly what you’re walking into, and this both scares and excites you. You know no matter what, you’ll be getting fucked stupid and there’s just no doubt about it.

You knock first, but he doesn’t clearly notice or hear it. Then you let yourself peek inside, and you see him. He’s on the bed, feverish and wild eyed. He’s furiously jerking off, growling your name. As soon as he spots you, he jumps up from the bed and grabs you. You’re pinned to the wall in an instant, shuddering softly.

“I’m sorry, I was just worried about you, and I wanted to make su—”

You’re interrupted by a very rough and bruising kiss. Vergil’s cock is leaking, and he’s grinding his hips against you. He feels extremely hot to the touch, and you know he needs you now more than ever. You’ve just never experienced anything quite like this.

“Didn’t Dante tell you to keep away?” Vergil demands to know, and you whine softly when he nips at your bottom lip.

“Vergil, please. I just want to help.”

Within seconds, you’re thrown onto his bed. You look up at him wide eyed, and he swears his cock grows impossibly hard. There are flashes of blue energy going around in the room, and you’re wondering just how deep you’ve gotten yourself into this mess. 

“You want to help me? You think you can help this?”

He gestures to his cock, which is rock hard and leaking. You swallow hard, and then you nod. You crawl over to him, and he gets closer to you. Without another word, he grips onto your hair and pulls you as close to him as he can get you. His other hand cups your cheek, squeezing them slightly to have you open your mouth.

“Take my cock, sparrow. I need you to help me.”

His voice has calmed down a little, but he still looks so feverish. You comply, opening your mouth for him. Your lips wrap around the head, but he pushes you down so your nose is pressed up against his pubic bone. You whine softly, the vibrations going through Vergil’s cock. He holds you close to him, relishing in the sensation of you around his cock. It helps soothe some of his neediness.

“Good girl. Such a good little girl for me.”

You love the praise he has for you. Usually, he can be a little rough and impatient with you, but even when he’s in heat and using your mouth, you know that he still loves you so much.

It’s not long before you hear him swearing and there’s more flashes of blue light. He pulls off of you just in time, only for a burst of energy to knock you back. Your eyes widen when the blue light begins to dissipate and you're met with the sight of Vergil in his devil form. You’ve never seen him like this, though you’ve heard stories about this form. 

The skin looks so rough and scaled, but it’s the large cock that takes your attention. Your mouth waters as you watch it throb, a luminescent blue liquid leaks out of the top. You swear you can smell a soft peppermint scent, but you think maybe you’re just losing your mind at this point.

“My mate. Mine.” Vergil growls, pushing you onto the bed. 

Already, he was towering over you. But now, he’s enormous. You aren’t even sure how to react to all of this. It seems like you’re growing aroused the more your eyes take him in.

His large hands push your thighs apart, and you tremble softly when his claws drag against you. Within seconds, all your clothing is ripped to shreds. You squeak softly, clutching the sheets beneath you. He pulls you by the ankles to come down to him, and you feel his large cock prodding your pussy.

“Wait, I can’t take you like this. Please, Vergil, I want to help.”

He takes a moment to process what you’re alluding to. He huffs softly, before he bends you in half and lets his tongue come down to lap at your pussy. The first few strokes have you reeling. You can barely form a coherent thought. Your mind is becoming even fuzzier with lust. Never have you felt like this before.

“‘Taste so good. So good.”

You whine when you feel his tongue penetrating you, making you quiver all around the appendage. With a few more strokes of his tongue, you’re coming undone. Whines and whimpers rip from your throat, and you buck against his mouth. Vergil keeps a hold on you, and he continues to lick you from ass to clit as your orgasm subsides slowly. 

Finally, you’re picked up without a second thought. You squeal when you feel him flip you onto your hands and knees. You think about how animalistic this position is, and you can feel yourself growing even wetter. His large hand presses against your back as the other guides his ridged cock to your dripping hole. The head manages to get in, but not much more. You feel some resistance, and you whine.

“Can't do it. Too big. Too fucking big, Vergil.”

You hear him growl, and then with a few more shallow thrusts from him, half of it comes sliding into you. You cry out, feeling the burn of the stretch. It feels amazing, otherworldly even. Your eyes roll back and you can feel your knees growing weak. Vergil holds you up, gripping your hips so he can have the best angle to start pounding into you. Soft whines erupt from you, making him even more aroused.

Already, you feel so close to the edge. You’ve never had anything this big penetrate you. You’re too weak to move, but Vergil keeps a very good grip on you as he begins pounding himself into you. The more he fucks you, the wetter you get. The extra lubrication makes it easy for the rest of his cock to slide into you. When he’s finally sheathed fully inside of you, you hear him let out a loud grunt.

“Good little mate.”

Your heart flutters. Even in this form, he’s got such strong feelings for you. He keeps you in this position for a little longer, but not before flipping you onto your back and pressing your legs up to your chest. This way, you’re in the perfect mating press. You mewl when you feel him begin pumping into you again, and your hand comes down to rub your clit.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You cry out, and Vergil slams into you even harder.

Your juices begin gushing everywhere as the coil in your stomach snaps. The room is filled with your cries and his loud growling. The smell of you seems to spur him on even more, and you can feel his large cock throbbing inside of you.

A few more thrusts, and he’s grunting. Hot spurts of cum fill you up, seeming to never end as you whine and moan. Vergil keeps a tight grip on you, his cock thrusting into you over and over and over. You swear you can hear him grunting things like “good little pussy” and “my fucking mate. All mine.” but you aren’t sure if your mind is just playing tricks on you. His seed overflows, leaking out of you before he’s even done depositing it all within you. 

Finally, he pulls out of you and roars loudly, clearly aroused by the look of your pussy so full of his seed. A few flashes of blue light, and Vergil is back to his human form. He smirks when he sees the state you’re in. His mind is a little less foggy with lust and he feels like you’ve really helped him. Two of his fingers come down to your ruined pussy, and he does his best to plug his cum deep inside of you.

“I knew you’d enjoy being bred properly.”

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[dante sparda x gn werewolf!reader] -> prologue

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So, you’re fucked.

That’s what you’re thinking when the uglyass pyrobat you’re stalking breaks through the roof of a warehouse on Seventh. The building’s got these hellish glowing red lights pulsating from the cracks forming in its dilapidated state, and suddenly your M1911s and dearly beloved 14 Randall don’t feel sufficient.

You’re thankful for the rain and overcast sky tonight, because it masks your footsteps and softens your shadow’s mark against the ground as you slowly approach the place. The hood of your sweatshirt is soaked through— you thought about putting on your windbreaker earlier to stay dry and warm, but the plastic-y sounds it made when you moved would certainly gain unwanted attention from the demon you were stalking.

You shift one of the straps of your holsters before crouching by the window. Your knees crack. You press your back to the wall for a moment. 

Okay.

Now that you’re this close you can tell that there’s definitely some sort of demonic ritual going on inside from what you hear— voices that sound like sandpaper speak in an overlapping chatter. You strain your ears. There’s the sound of magic sparking and the sound of something… squishy? It sounds like someone being sliced in a horror movie.

You shudder at the implications of that sound, but keep your mouth shut.

When hearing doesn’t yield any more ideas, you turn on your heels. The rubber soles of your combat boots grind the gravel under your feet a little too loudly and you freeze. A fearful eye of yours shoots up to see if the demons heard anything.

A second passes.

Another.

You seem to be safe… for now.

You decide against sticking your head over the windowsill and opt to put an eye to one of the holes in the walls. You squint through the hazy red filling the room.

And your blood runs ice cold.

A cross levitates in the center of the empty warehouse and a naked woman hangs upside down from it, spinning slowly. She’s been brutally ripped open and you’re sure all her blood was used in making the markings on the floor that you’re failing to interpret. Her— oh god, you want to vomit— her organs are organized in messy piles in what you assume are the cardinal directions.

In a fleeting attempt to tear your eyes away from that disgusting scene, you decide take in the demons. 

You see three bowing Hell Caina, a triad of pyrobats circling the ceiling, the shadows of three Death Scissors, three massive Proto Angelo heading Scudo Angelo units of three, and at the center of it all, three goddamn Lusachia which were doing all the raspy chanting you hear.

You turn around, pressing your back to the wall. 

The number three seems to be important to this ritual. You’d have to tell Morrison.

“Shit.” You press the heels of your palms to your eye sockets.

You almost laugh.

If you got back to Morrison from here.

Sure, you weren’t human anymore. Sure, you were legally dead, so it wouldn’t really matter if you were crushed like a grape. And sure, you survived a freak werewolf attack.

But after dying, being buried, transforming during the new moon cycle, and crawling out of the ground, you still weren’t able to bust out the monster hiding underneath your skin at will.

You massaged the scarring bite wounds that had been left behind on your left shoulder. They was no longer tender, but they still looked angry as hell.

“Maybe a life-or-death situation will bring it out.” You whisper so softly you can’t hear it yourself. It worked for most fictional characters, anyway. You’re left with virtually no choice.

You position yourself at the window. 

Feeling like a stereotypical “bad boy” in a straight-to-DVD teen movie sneaking into his girlfriend’s room at night, you enter the warehouse slowly through the window. You’re not quite sure how the quiet rustling goes ignored. Plot armor, maybe.

You crouch in the shadows a stack of crates cast upon the floor and aim down the front sight of your gun, like Morrison taught you. You remember some wise words from… well, every movie you’ve ever seen featuring a person learning how to use a gun: aim where they’re headed, not where they are.

You take in a shaky breath and

BANG!

You’ve fired a shot at a pyrobat. By a miracle, you hit it and it spirals downward gracelessly, whacking itself on a Scudo Angelo’s head and twitching to death. 

The entire hellish garrison turns to face you. If this were a Marvel movie, you’d make a quippy one-liner and kick ass.

In your current situation, however, a Hell Caina shrieks at you and slices a gaping hole in your body with its scythe. You blinked, and it was tearing into your flesh like a rabid dog to a raw turkey on Thanksgiving.

Through the pity-training Morrison put you through, the two of you found out that you can tank hits because of your werewolfish condition.

But it didn’t mean you liked to do it.

“Ow.” Is your response to the Hell Caina. It’s not even a shout, it’s more of a lame, throwaway comment. Some may even smell the stench of predetermined defeat radiating off of your body.

Since you’re close enough to shoot without missing, you point your pistol at its face and use your free hand to press against your wound. When you pull the trigger, it squeals loudly and melts away.

“Too bad I’m not like the other hunters.” You mumble. The tank role in video games was pretty boring. All they did was take damage so their cooler DPS-skilled teammates could do the actual killing. And then you died if you had nobody else with you.

It fits with your general luck.

You shoot a few bullets into the air and miss every shot. You shoot a Proto Angelo. The bullet ricochets off its shield, and you almost start sobbing.

You’re stupid for doing this. You’re no hunter. You’re too old to pick it up efficiently, according to everyone else you’ve talked to about jobs. You’re probably going to die somehow— maybe these demons will overpower your uncanny healing or just send you to Hell.

“This was supposed to be easy.” You laugh because if you’re not laughing, you’d be crying.

Your guns click with the telltale sign that they’re empty now.

“Great.” You growl. You hadn’t counted on wasting so many bullets in such a short amount of time— call it wishful thinking, call it ignorance, call it a total mistake.

A pyrobat spews fire in your direction, which you somersault to the side to avoid. At least you still had that ability.

You sigh as it obviously charges up another shot of fire to spit at you. “I wish I did Krav Maga when I was a kid. Then I’d rip and tear you guys apart.”

The pyrobat is unamused by your reference to Doom, the pyrobat spits fire again. You roll out of the way again. “Or maybe I should’ve been more like a stereotypical American and started learning how to shoot young.”

You’re talking too much for someone about to die. Your head is too light for someone who wants to run away.

The revving sounds of a motorcycle round up by the entrance of the warehouse.

“And that’s probably the police.” you sigh. This was turning out to be a whole mess. Now, you’d have horrible things happen to you and civilians would also be involved.

The doors to the warehouse bust open with a loud BANG. A man with hair the color of undyed silk walks in like he owns the place and every building in a five mile radius. In his hands he carries twin pistols that look like a similar model to yours. And on his back, he carries a sword like a badass.

You immediately envy this man’s swagger. He’s clearly another one of those “I’ve been doing this since I was ten” hunters, here to clean up a mess you couldn’t even get out of unscathed.

The man clicks his tongue at the sight of the mutilated woman. “That’s unfortunate. I guess that means… it’s time to groove!” 

And the man grooves.

With a dramatic twirl of his twin pistols the man transforms into a force of nature so powerful, you swear all over that he could secretly be a demon king down in Hell. His mission? To come up here to crush the dreams and this power-boosting ritual of demon king wannabes.

Or something. Your mind gets a little carried away.

But he really is a whirlwind of carnage, seeming as though he is fused to his sword and ripping through demons like there was no tomorrow.

Correction: there is no tomorrow. Now for these pathetic pieces of Hell scum. He even laughs at one point after vanquishing all of the Death Scissors you’ve been narrowly avoiding. He drives his sword into the helmet of a Proto Angelo and it shatters with the force. He shoots a barrage of bullets into the Lusachia and it they fall dead before any even had the chance to teleport to safety.

And when he tap danced on the body of his final victim while humming a jovial tune, your jaw actually dropped.

He shoots you a look after the spectacle. “You one of them?”

The guy wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

“Uh…” you look down at your body. Nothing about you screams demon. “No. I’m human.”

The man shakes his head, like he knows you’re lying but doesn’t care enough to let you know that he knows. “Call the cops on this place after you leave, alright sweetheart? Wouldn’t want that poor lady to become another face on a milk carton.”

“Yeah.” You nod. He called me sweetheart. You think dumbly.

It’s— made evident by your immediate thoughts— been ages since you’ve been flirted with, let alone talked to someone who wasn’t Morrison.

The man turns and begins walking away. Before his silhouette disappears into the night, he raises a hand. “Ciao.”

You spot the guy with hair as white as snow again at a crosswalk while walking home a couple nights later.

It goes like this:

You were rightfully restless after your warehouse fail. Your pay from Morrison was still in full, so you had enough to splurge a little on the finer things in life, like restocking the dwindling supply of Budweisers you liked to keep handy in your fridge.

You make your way down to the closest 7-11, which happens to be a five minute walk away from your shitty new apartment. 

This area was the type you’d avoid in your old life— sketchy hoodlums loitering in alleyways, the telltale twitches of drug addicts walking by, and the accusing shouts of petty thugs getting into murderous fisticuffs. 

You are by no means a pearl-clutching socialite with a plush and stuffed trust fund, but living here as someone who didn’t have the best means of defending themselves… well, it wasn’t a good idea. The people here weren’t significantly more dangerous, but they were a hell of a lot more jumpy than other people you’d pass on the street.

However, after being bit by one of those mangy dogs of the night, you weren’t so scared of meeting the next Ted Bundy while hunting demons.

(Okay. Attempting to hunt demons.)

As Jason Dean in the cult classic movie Heathers once stated, 7-11 is consistent across all American locations and you’re inclined to agree.

Every chain location you’ve been to has looked like a front for a meth lab. Every time you push a 7-11 door open, it feels like the introductory gas station scene in the Resident Evil 2 Remake is being superimposed over your reality.

You avoid a shirtless guy who won’t stop coughing onto the chip rack and make your way to the refrigerated drinks section for your Budweiser. You grab a box of fifteen cans for about twenty dollars and make your way to the front. You flash your impeccably-crafted fake driver’s license from Morrison to the underpaid cashier who doesn’t bat an eye at its legitimacy as you slide thirty dollars over the counter. 

You almost tell her: “Keep the change, kid,” but you’re more broke than she is, so you grab the coins she’s pulled from the register.

You step outside the store and walk away from the encampment of cigarette smokers loitering by the entrance so you can place the box on the floor. You wiggle a beer can free, planning on popping it open when you get closer to home and chugging it.

You reach your first crosswalk shortly after this. 

This is where you meet the guy with hair like Danny Phantom again. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him notice you, do a little double take, look ahead again, and then get closer.

“This is probably gonna sound real cheesy,” is his opening line, complete with a suave pause. “But you look familiar.”

“Hi,” You reply, feeling your face start to flush a little at the sight of a good-looking dude. Jesus Christ. You were in need of some normal human interactions. “We were in that warehouse on Seventh a couple of days ago.”

“Ah,” the man nodded. “The one where that poor woman was kinda… turned into spaghetti.”

You nod. “That’s the one.”

“Fancy seeing your face again.” He has a flippant lilt to his voice, which makes you want to bury your face into a pillow and start giggling. Thank god it was dark out and he couldn’t see how you were awkwardly biting your bottom lip and thank god both your hands were occupied.

“So, uh… here.” You say in a genius reply, holding out the sweating can of beer meant for yourself.

The guy looks at it in your hand. “Hunh? What for?”

“Well, you, uh, helped me out with that warehouse situation so I figured…” you shrug, the inside of the can sloshing slightly with the motion. “Y’know, it’s certainly the least I could repay you with.”

“Well, thanks,” He reaches for the can and your fingers brush. He shoots you a crooked smile. “I’d love to stick around but I really gotta bounce. I’ll see you around?”

“See you.” You try to echo his coolness with your words, but it feels artificial.

This marks the moment where white hair guy crosses the street away from where you’re going so you march onward, not bothering to look back at him and thinking quite hard about it.

But when you get home, crack open a beer, and begin to watch T.V through your neighbor’s window across the street, you realize you hadn’t asked his name.

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