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men who for some reason love to see the sight of you withering in pleasure. crying for that sweet release you are oh so desperately chasing. but the attempt is futile without him. you need him. you’ll crack without the attention required.

his favorite sight is to see your bottom in the air as your face is pressed against the pillow, drool slipping from the side of your lips, tears soaked into the fabric. your arms are tied behind you as you take every last drop of what he’s giving you. mumbling something about “this is gonna take”. all five senses are gone. the feeling of his cock drilling into you is pure bliss. every thing turns white in your mind as you feel white ropes of his seed full your cunt to the brim; some even spilling out.

“nuh uh, sweetheart.” he pulls himself out, using his two fingers to catch the stray droplets before pushing them back into your sensitive, abused hole, making your body jolt.

men who like to have you on your back after a long day at your job, perfectly placed between your legs as he ravishes your cunt like the dog he is. he’s been waiting to see the sight of your dewy cunt, waiting to hear your incoherent whine of you begging for him to slow down. but the pleas fall deaf on his ears. all he can hears are the lewd noise that your sl*tty c*nt makes on impact.

ignis , DANTE , vergil , sam drake , joe goldberg , JOEL MILLER , aki hayakawa , KISHIBE , SUKUNA , GETO , nanami , toji , leon kennedy , JASON TODD , JOHN WICK , JOHN CONSTANTINE , wolverine , plus your favs !!

guidelines to request .

— nsfw! dante is a pervert and a bit gross. in mind is the one from dmc4 but it can be any.

Dante! That he arrives at the dmc after a long and exhausting mission, he leaves his weapons in their corresponding places and begins to look for his partner, obviously that was you, the place was too clean and orderly for you not to have been here. Plus there's your jacket on the back of the desk chair. He knew you were somewhere in the dmc. Dante hears some noises on the second floor so he goes up the stairs slowly, he doesn't make noise, he doesn't know why but his intentions are clear, the sound he hears is that of the shower, you're taking a bath, that's obvious. And he didn't want to interrupt you right? He stopped for a few seconds at the door to verify that it was really you, and indeed, it is you who is taking a bath, he could hear your sweet voice humming a song to yourself, his body stiffened at the thought of you naked and your soapy body His hand goes to the door handle to open it slowly without making any noise, he could see that the bathtub curtain was closed so he couldn't see you, he got a little sad, he wouldn't admit it to himself but deep down he wanted to see you. He advances a little further until he sees two piles of clothes, one of dirty clothes and the other that you were going to wear after taking a shower, Dante's eyes settle on the panties that are on top of the pile of dirty clothes, his cock turns hard right away, just the thought of those delicate soft panties squashing your pussy all day makes him drool.

He licks his lips before thinking for a second... Oh no he's a cute little pervert! What could he do other than quickly steal your panties and go to his room and then masturbate? He's fast and stealthy, you'll probably never know he was there, and you won't even remember the panties, you'll most likely come out after putting on your own clothes and throwing the pile of dirty clothes into the washing machine.

On Dante's part, just having your panties turns him on a lot, but he can't help but smell and unfortunately lick to see if it tastes like you. Poor man!

Do you have any headcanons of Dante (either sfw or nsfw) with a s/o who’s just as much of a badass devil hunter as him? I’m interested to see what ideas you come up with

I'm not very good at sfw but I did what I could haha, I hope you like this ;)

Well, honestly, I think he totally agrees with that, he thinks it's great to have someone with the same level of combat and power, in that case, if he feels too lazy to go on a mission, he'll ask you to go, making excuses. like he's too sick to go out (only if you refuse to go)

“god (name) are you really going to let me fight a very strong demon and get hurt? What happens if I die? No no no no, what a bad friend you are!"

“Please you have to go, you wonderful and incredibly strong woman you can! Divine and beautiful entity and being of light! Go for them!" and a big smile graces his face when he says this, you almost forget he's sick. He's also curious about what techniques you use, whether you're a demon like him or not, sometimes he just likes to watch in a corner while you fight, he'd obviously be alert and ready in case the demon tries to land a lucky strike on you.

But even if you are very strong, he will still protect you, no matter what.

So...NSFW

He has two sides here, he allows himself to be taken care of (or mistreated) by you or he tries to dominate you, there is no more.

If you decide to take care of him, he will be delighted, your touches, caresses and kisses adorning his skin, the way your hands work on his member, and little by little you satisfy each of his needs and desires.

You would be on top of him moving your hips slowly taking all his hard length, he's being lazy so let you do the work for him, but he can't help but touch you, and from time to time play with your clit, yes, he wants to be taken care of but he also loves to see how excited you are, he wants to hear you and make the same sounds that you make dante yell.

Or there are times when he plays dumb, hugs you and you just think he's being clingy to you but he enjoys having your strong arms around him, he would pull you even closer to feel how hard he is, sometimes he makes you mad at purpose for you to punish him, oh yes, he loves to be punished by you, he likes almost everything, do you want to mistreat him? Perfect, do you want to take care of it? Fuck yeah, you want him to take control? With pleasure, even though it doesn't matter how dominant you are with him, he will always want your pleasure before his, well, only sometimes. He likes that you use him as much as you please, it's an honor for him, he might make fun of you after showing the marks you leave on his body or saying that he's a good boy outside of sex.

and well I honestly think that this is not something he does just because you are a strong devil hunter like him, even if you were like a little mouse he would love to do these things

hi hello I just stumbled upon your blog and am laughing my ass off

spicy dmc ask but how would dante and vergil would react to finding shy reader having some *ahem* alone time ;) on their bed after returning from a mission early?

bonus points if reader lowkey has a crush on them and extra spicy points if reader happens to be wearing one of their shirts while doing the deed :o

tysm sorry for being a sinner 🤒

Oooo lalaa yesss I added more characters

•⊰☽༓☾⊱⋅⊰MINORS DNI☾⊱⋅⊰☽༓☾⊱•⊰☽☾⊱

.ﾟஐ⋆*♡･:*ೄ‧͙·*♪foul language, smut,masturbation, consent,.ﾟஐ⋆*♡･:*ೄ‧͙·*♪

DANTE

•Hes not even gonna be mad, but laugh at you. Once he sees you're uncomfortable he's gonna comfort ya..........comfort..

•Yeah no, man's is now horny...too horny...you might need a leash for this mf because he's gonna be eating ya ass soon and its gonna take a lot for him to get away from it now that he knows his baby is secretly a freak.

•Dont worry, He's gonna have you in his lap giving you multiple orgasms. Whispering sweet praises in your ear, he won't stop until he knows you can't take it anymore and is begging.

"Shhh, no need to hide from me..let me help you with that.

"That's my girl, you're doing so well for me. Give me a few more baby."

"Ah, one last time, just one more. I missed the cute expression you made earlier."

Vergil

•Pfft he never felt like such a pervert until now. He's gonna Stand there so quietly and watch. But if you can't get to your orgasm in time he's gonna get irritated. Bursting into the room and walking straight to you.

•ignoring your protests before kissing you deeply, gripping your hips and pushing you back down on the bed. His hands will wonder and caress every part of you, leaving trails of kisses.

•Oh yeah, he loves to hear you scream for him so best believe he's gonna be pounding into you and leaving marks on your thighs as he grips the headboard almost about to fucking BREAK the MF.

"Must I help you with everything around here? Can't even please yourself properly, just lay back and Let me deal with it."

"Shh now love. Its alright I'm right here, grip onto me as Much as you need to."

"You're close? Heh, well hold it. Nuh uh, what I say goes."

Nero

•Heh, that's cute. You think he's gonna walk in confidently? This sunshine is gonna fucking faint. Or fall into the room with his clumsy ass.

•you both will be shy until he finally speaks softly to you. "C-can I help dear?" He's gonna give you a nervous soft smile. But he is thrilled if you agree.

• He's so soft with you lol. Giving you soft praises and encouragement. But he can..sometimes accidentally overstimulate you from your taste of going down on you.

"you doing aright love? I can slow down if you want."

"That's it, just like that.."

"You're close? Please don't hold back, let me taste all of you."

V

•Smartass is gonna walk up to you with a smirk, he's quietly and you won't notice he's there until you're finished. He's got a chair and his book.

•once he sees you try to hide yourself from him, he will stand up and grab you by the chin and kiss you. He didn't mean to scare you love. He just wanted to make sure you were having fun...and he got to watch lol.

•He will ask for your consent to touch you. And once you give him the okay, he will do whatever you wish for him to do.

"Don't stop, keep going,no need to be afraid."

"Your lips is like a addictive forbidden fruit. May I kiss you more my love?"

"You feel amazing around me. ..y-yeah just move your hips like that.."

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 May Cry ♔

todays agenda - the Devil May Cry men are horny, and this is the type of sex you’re in for. . .

featuring - Dante ⋆ Vergil ⋆ Nero ⋆ V ⋆

viewers discretion is advised - fucking ⋆ fingering ⋆ choking ⋆ hair pulling ⋆ being tied up ⋆ gagged ⋆ blindfolded ⋆ breeding ⋆ mentions of cum shots

reader insert - gender neutral

author notes - sorry Vergil’s is a little shorter than the rest, this was kind of rushed honestly and not really well proofread so I’m sorry if this is complete and utter trash 🥺 honestly idk what this is but here it is anyway

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♔ Dante ♔

sloppy and desperate

His hand pinned one of yours at the side of your head, his fingers intertwined with yours as he fucks into you, all while he leaves sloppy kisses along your neck. His breaths turn more into panting while he quietly groans in pleasure, his other hand gripping onto your thigh as he brings it up to hold it at his side just so he can get deeper inside of you. He tells you how good you feel, how he can never stop thinking of you, how desperate he is to be with you all the time. He presses his lips against yours quickly and desperately over and over, barely kissing you at first until he deepens the kiss and you start to notice him becoming more and more unsteady with his thrusts. You reach up with your other hand and wrap it in his hair, tugging on it with just enough force to make him lift his lips from yours, and that’s what sent him over the edge. His thrusts become shallow and unsteady and his voice is shaky as he groans, his forehead pressed against yours as he fills you with his cum. He keeps his cock buried inside of you for a short while, not wanting any of his cum to run out of you, and you gladly let him lay on top of you for that time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀♔ Vergil ♔

slow and sensual

He pushes into you slowly as he rests on his knees, the rest of his weight balancing on the one hand that was placed beside your head. He kept eye contact the entire time as he pushed all the way into you, before pulling all the way back out and repeating the same move a few times making you desperately move your hips for that extra contact. He listened to your little moans as he fucked you, moving his hips that little bit faster than before to give you that much craved satisfaction that you so desperately needed. He leaned down to rest on his elbows and kissed you deeply, so much so that he had to pull away just to catch his breath. He moved to rest his head beside yours while he thrusted into you harder, keeping inside you as deep as he could, and he let himself moan into your ear. Praises spilled from his lips and into your ear, his hand caressing your side as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer to your body.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀♔ Nero ♔

angry and quick

He pinned your hands behind your back, keeping you bent over the table with his other hand lightly wrapped around the back of your neck. He thrusted into you quickly and determined, making sure every inch of his fat cock was rammed deep into you. He didn’t pay much attention to your shaking legs as he continued thrusting, grunting like an animal in heat, although he did find it amusing watching your hands clench and unclench as they were desperately searching for something to grab onto. He moved his hand from the back of your neck and instead grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back so far you could barely breathe at first but he soon relaxed his grip. He didn’t slow down with how much he slammed into you, he just wanted to fuck you senseless and cum all over your beautiful arse. The more you moaned the harder he fucked you, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling you into him so his chest was pushed up against your back, his fingers finding their way into your mouth to push your tongue down. Your muffled cries made him cuss under his breath as he was getting closer to his climax, he reached around and tugged on your nipples while kneading your chest at the same time; he was pushing you to cum before him because all he wanted was to see you laid on the desk with his cum running down your arse and thighs along with your own.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ♔ V ♔

kinky and loud

He had your hands bound to the bed frame above your head and your feet tied to the footboard, your eyes covered with a makeshift blindfold, and a gag in your mouth. He had your legs spread wide for him, and he made sure you wouldn’t be able to move them to close them good enough to hide yourself from his gaze. Occasionally he’d whisper into your ear to tell you what he was going to do to you, how he was going to fuck you all night long, and how much you were going to enjoy screaming for him. You’d jump a little every time he touched you, not knowing exactly when he was going to do anything to you but that just made you all the more turned on. You whimpered behind your gag, silently begging for him to touch you, to fuck you, to just do anything to you, and in response you’d only get a quiet chuckle. You finally felt his hands travelling across your chest, his fingers tugging at your nipples before his fingers were replaced by his tongue swirling in circles across them, his fingers instead moving to between your legs to fuck you. You struggled against the binds, dying to touch him but you couldn’t, you just had to endure what he was doing. Eventually his fingers moved away from you and you waited patiently before you felt something a lot thicker replacing them, you took a deep breath as he slowly pushed into you, making your back arch from the bed. He moved subtly allowing you to adjust to his size before he picked up the pace as his hands dug into the skin of your hips, you moaned behind the gag and shuffled around just to try feel him more. He’d keep you there for the rest of the night, bound up and unable to touch him, but he’d be able to do everything to you; whatever he wanted.

Demon Twins and Head

This is my first post. I was supposed to post something yesterday for Vergils rebirth, but I was struggling with this site and the tags are getting me too. Someone help this dumb baby (Hey, I'm but two days old.) And seriously do feel I've been in hell since the fourth DMC at least, so give me a break and maybe help. Also there are probably errors in this one. This is NSFT-Minors Do not interact.⚠️

There is head and cum in in this one it's chill though it's just those hot demon twin boys cum.

DANTE:

Dante is estatic about how fervent you are to suck him off. It really gets to him, he plays it cool like hes unfazed, but he is very satisfied with you. Doing this for him turns you on so much, hes so goldlike in his build and so is his cock, of course you wanna suck it.You palm his bulge in his pants your manicured french tips curl lightly at the fabric."You really wanna suck my cock huh baby ?" He smiles. "Dante" you whine his words go straight to your cunt and your cute sounds to his cock."Go for it babe." He watches as you undo his button and pull down his zipper.You pull down the fabric of his boxers and it bounces out. He's so big your mouth opens in awe. Your mouth instantly waters. His tip is leaking precum you decide to give him a show, as you kitten lick all around the tip and then you lick the leaking tip and pull back sticky cum still connecting his cock to your tongue he gasps and his cock twitches you flick and suck just the tip using  your wet mouth. Your eyes glimmering at him, while his eyes are fixed on you and his cock. You lap and lick all the way from his cockhead to the base. You holding his cock you repeat this onthe right and and left side then lick  the underside from the base twirling your tongue side to side and up and down all the way back to the tip till its all wet. Then you put the tip in your pretty mouth Dante agasps and croons "oh baby fuck." You mewl as you swirl your tongue around the top really wet with spit using the soft underside of your tongue on the velvety skin . You pull off slightly strands of spit are sticking to your plush lips and his cock and some drop to the floor."fuck" He pants and softly grunts. WIth one hand flat on his thigh near his groin and the other cupping his ass You push his cock back in your mouth as deep as you can till your gagging and fucking your mouth over And over.hes grunting and moaning hissing through his teeth. Fuck his noises are making you wet.His balls hitting your chin, each time you thrust it deep in your mouth. Your mewling and wining onto his cock. and You've become so cockdrunk , your pussys clenching itself and your bucking your hips to each time you thrust his cock into your mouth, as if  more than just your mouth was getting pounded. Your clear slick is dripping to the floor "Oh princess your pussy is so fuckin  wet" He's unable to keep from moaning and mewling from what your doing with your mouth. You keep this up  a while,then  pull off with a pop. Just to repeat it again. "Pop." You jerk him a few times at the base,Caressing his balls. You suck his cock really wet and fast so that spit drips down your chin.Each sound he makes prompt you. knowing hes enjoying getting his cock fucked by your mouth. "Yeah suck that big cock oh fuck" he moans  "baby. Ohh...you gonna swallow my cum right angel?" "ummmhuuuummm" you humm around His cock. He shoots his massive load unable to keep from fucking your mouth his gloved hand grabs your hair while transluscent thick cum paints your mouth and throat you gulp it all down.Hes huffing panting as you lick any cum left on his cock. Some running down  your chin to the floor.  You swipe and lap it back up.After a spell of gasping and panting he says "Good girl always drinks every drop."

VERGIL: You absolutely love to suck his cock it turns you on so much. His body is just ethereal perfection, that of a god and the cock of one too. He smells so good and You are so eager to suck him.Your on your knees already totally wet staring up at him lustily admiring him. He unzips his pants. Your gulp when you see his huge cock jut up from out of his pants causes him to grin. Your mouth waters, You wimper. "Vergil." you bite your pillowy bottom lip." Suck nymph" he commands. Your heart flutters You immediately start by kitten licking  the bulbous tip with sopping wet swirls that connect a strand of saliva from the tip to your lips when you pull back which causes Vergil to let out a low groan you see the glimmer in his eyes of pure lust . Oooh,his sound makes you mewl and open your mouth, putting  just the tip in and gently start sucking. You use the soft underside of your tongue to roll it around the tip moving your tongue  side to side and up and down. Using really wet licks back and forth till it trickles drips down his length and your chin. You fuck it in and out and whine as you do so. It turnes you on so much. His cock is so big and has you pushing it in deeper.You love it when he starts making the hottest grunting and growling sounds, it causes you to whine and moan around his throbbing cock in your mouth. Using your hand with long deep strokes you fuck it deep in your mouth and its hitting your throat. You stoke his V area above his cock and move to his balls gently stroking, grazing his skin ever so slightly with your manicured nails.Your rubbing your thighs together grinding into nothing but your own plush cuntwalls, envopeing onto itself gripping tight. You gag on his cock, but it just turns you on even more.He loves getting off to you getting off,  to him getting off.As you fuck your mouth with his cock mimicking how it would be like fucking your pussy. You look At him with cute doe eyes."So good,thats right nymph good girl. Your mine."He pets your hair, you keep sucking. His words urging you on. Briefly you lick the tip letting your spit be sticky on his cock to your tongue. Then go back to sucking. You see his brows furrow and his mouth slightly hanging open a moment then he hisses behind gritted teeth. You hold steady with this pace sucking him off as hes growling and grunting.  You whine as his balls get taut on your chin. You whine knowing he's about to shoot his yummy load of cum. You feel his cock jolt and he lets out a strangled guteral grunt his hips thrust his cock plugging it in your throat spurt after spurt of hot thick cum coat your throat and mouth you swallow every drop. He gasps as you pull him out so you can lap up any last bit on his cock of anything that might leak out out.He pants out, "Woo." "Vergil!" you mewl at his cute sounds.Cum and saliva dripping off your chin down to yout breast he sees your pussy dripping your viscous girlcum to the floor. You paw at the cum on your chin and lick your hand. Moments later he smirks. "My nymph soo wet from just sucking my cock."

note:sorry but the boys get angry if they don't get equal threatment.

hey man, nice shot

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

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★ This is DMC5 Dante!!

★ This is borderline crack right now but will develop a bit more bear with me fellas

★ That’s all! Enjoy this wacky woohoo garbage

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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“Being Best-friends with Dante Sparda„

Being a son of Sparda doesn’t mean he doesn’t have time to fool around with you ! Gender neutral human reader

Teenage Years | DMC3

Being the massive flirt he is he’ll most likely try and flirt with you upon meeting

Seeing as his twin brother is currently trying to kill him and take his necklace he’ll keep your first conversation short and leave you with his number

After literal Hell on Earth he’ll remember to give you a call

Y’all click instantly…he’s also just a really easy person to get along with but we’ll just ignore that

Now we all know he STAYS broke so either you pay for a meal or y’all are taking a walk in the park somewhere

Getting him to actually talk about himself is pretty difficult

Give him space and he’ll open up about deeper things in his life eventually especially things that concern his demon half(brother, childhood, etc.)

He does enjoy throwing compliments everywhere so expect daily words of praise whether it be sarcastic, goofy, exaggerated, or sincere praise

If you like to compliment as well it’ll be like the most sickening bromance ever

If your still in school DO NOT go to him for homework help

He’ll hype you up for sure but if you need genuine academic help just get a tutor💀

Would be genuinely upset if you made a joke regarding his white hair bro would get hella moody and claim you aren’t friends anymore

If you have a part time job you can BET he’s gonna ask for some bread

Not exactly outright but he’ll allude to it like..

“You remember all the damage those demon guys did to my shop? Yeah…it’s gonna cost A TON to repair it by myself…”

“Are you hungry? Well I heard about this new pizza spot that WE should totally tryout 😁.”

If you like to make clothes/jewelry/accessories he’ll totally wear it

Refuses to let you mess with his hair until like two years into knowing each other

Takes pride in his looks and you should too! Self care! Ofc you’re paying for any and all expenses🫶

Glorified sugar daddy😭

If you live with your parents…so does he

Congratulations you have a new brother 🩰

If you don’t he’ll offer to be roommates so he can get a cheaper rent

You’ll definitely meet Lady she is absolutely appalled at how you tolerate him constantly sarcastically ofc she knows he’s a good guy

If you’re into video games he’ll play with you granted he doesn’t have the money to pay for a game console so it’ll be on whatever console you have

Once he’s in your life he’s never leaving literally.

A best-friend for a lifetime

Adult Years

He probably saved you from some demons

Like if you met him in his teenage year he’d def start flirting

What can I say he stays true to himself

His personality would never change regardless of his aging

Still the same wacky woohoo pizza man we know and love

Thinks you look hot and invites you on a date which quickly just turns into a hangout after the LACK of romance

Still finds hanging with you to be fun and keeps a friendship

Even after establishing a friendship he still flirts here and there—force of habit

Would definitely teach you how to ride a motorcycle if you didn’t already know

More willing to let you mess with his hair

Like put it in pigtails or tie it up/braid it

Introduced you to the whole DMC gang

Now depending on the time period he’ll tell you about Vergil and his upbringing

He would totally tell you all about it after the events of DMC5 after he returns ofc!

I feel like he’s an animal guy so if you have any pets they’re now his pets too

Co-parenting core🩰

If you’re an artist he’ll be your muse/reference material any day

Loves the attention

Drunk dance nights

Karaoke too he doesn’t have the best singing voice but it’s not the worst

Since he’s a devil hunter he goes on missions a lot and seeing as you don’t want to get your shit rocked you stay behind

Cherishes every moment spent together and will make sure you know that

You always take him with you on vacations

How could you not???

He appreciates if you chip in helping him pay off his MASSIVE FUCKING DEBT

He doesn’t expect you to though

Despite being broke he stays stylish and if you asked would help you with fashion

Ofc he isn’t like BIG on fashion but cmon have you seen his looks? He dabbles

Immediately sees you after missions and starts ranting about the entire thing

“Can you believe it?! So obviously I shot that nasty bitch and it had the nerve to explode all over my jacket! It died so I can’t even get it to pay for a new one!”

“Don’t worry about why I smell like this worry about the fact that Trish totally took MY commission!”

Very dramatic but laid back too if that makes sense

Calls you cheesy nicknames that I will not elaborate on use your imagination 🗣️🫶

Enjoys live music and will go with you to concerts if you like

Shows you his demon form if you’re interested

Whatever your hobby is he’ll be interested

Would make sure nothing ever bad happened to you regarding devils ofc

Best bros for life and in death🫡