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smallestapplin · 9 months

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[Request]

Hear me out

Dante growing needier and more cuddly and touchy for you the longer you know him.

His demon has decided you were a perfect mate, so it shows up in his human form a lot more. He grows extra affectionate 👉👈 🥺

All he wants to do is curl up with you! Especially after a long day!

-Silver Anon

This request hasn’t left my mind since you sent it.

Also this is my first time writing Dante, so I hope it’s good! I love the wacky woohoo pizza man 🥹

You were the newest member to the devil may cry-family, one Dante couldn’t get away from, not that he ever wanted to. You helped him manage his missions and helped him around HQ, which he greatly appreciated with how busy he gets.

So it was natural you two spent more time together.

You’d sometimes join him on missions, or help him out when he was stuck on something. You two form your inside jokes, playfully teasing each other, but nothing too far.

It’s something that took you a while to notice.

But Dante isn’t that touchy with everyone else.

He doesn’t avoid touches, usually tossing an arm over someone, or using someone as an armrest.

But with you it’s different.

Once his arm is around you, it’s like it’s never coming off.

Once his arm is on your lower back, thumb rubbing soothing circles, it’ll never move from there unless he has to.

Even later at night when you stay over, he always gets closer and closer to you on the couch, and before you know it he’s laying on top of you, snuggled up and passed out happily.

You can’t complain, you love it. His touch just feels right, you feel safe and secure with him.

“Dante.” Your voice no more than a whisper, gently shaking his shoulders.

“Dante it’s time for bed, I gotta head home.”

You love his touch, even if he’s a pain to get up.

“Mmmm no.”

You mock a gasp, laughing at how needy he is.

Here you are pinned under him on the couch, with his inhumanly hot body keeping you toasty, even well past the time you had to leave.

You choke back a chuckle as he nuzzled his face further into your neck, his scruff tickling your skin. But his breath fanning across the crook of your neck makes you tremble.

“I wish I could stay longer, but I have to go.”

You lightly pat his back, only to be shocked when a quick but low growl rumbles from him. You knew he was an affectionate man, but you’ve never had him be so needy.

He lifts his head, barely able to look at you through the messy white hair on his face.

“Lemme walk you home then, it’s late.”

You’re happy to let him.

But throughout the walk, his arm constantly brushes against yours with how close he walks, until he takes your hand in his. You smile at his actions, finding his need to be touching you cute, especially from him.

That is until you’re on the doorstep of your home.

“Thank you for walking with me.”

“Ain’t a problem.”

He smiles at you, yet doesn’t move from the porch, even as you unlock your door.

Looking back at him, he looks as though he wants to say something but is not sure.

Almost hopefully but pouty.

“Do you not want to leave that badly?” Your voice light, teasing the Demon Hunter.

“I’ll miss you.” he sounds like a kicked puppy, and in a way he is.

He can feel the devil within him crying desperately for you, he’s grown so attached to you that you bring that instinct out of him.

You pull Dante into a hug, unable to resist doing so, but he’s not at all complaining, his arms are swiftly around you and holding you firmly against him.

His face buried into your shoulder, leaving you laughing softly at the man.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, you know that.”

“Mmmm….”

You stay like that for a long moment, basking in his warmth and comforting scent. But a thought hits you, and you pull away from him, just enough to move his face to look at him.

You can feel your face burning before you ask.

“Would you like to stay the night?”

You squeal, laughing as Dante picks you up, practically sprinting to your bedroom before tossing you to your bed.

Your laughter echoes in your room as you bounce from the force.

Dante dives after you, landing on top of you with a loud rumbling purr. He nuzzles into you, kicking his shoes off without moving just so he can stay closer to you.

“You’re so needy.”

You lean your head on top of his, your laughter dying down to a soft chuckle.

“Only for you.”

You’re amazed at how he can speak through sounding like a very happy cat.

That morning was even harder to break free from.

As your new boyfriend was only more affectionate.

When you two began dating it only got worse.

Trying to work will never go smoothly as you’re being constantly pulled into kisses, and pulled into his lap so he can shower you with his affection.

“Dante, the phone is ringing.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Dante-“

“Noooo.” He groans, burying his face further into your neck. His arms tighten around you, keeping you close to his chest as he gives you no room to get up.

You’re stuck cuddling him, but you can’t even find it in yourself to be upset with him.

“My sweet love bug, we need money to pay the bills.” You mumble, kissing his temple.

Only for him to groan loudly in response.

You yelp as he suddenly stands, carrying you in his arms towards the still-ringing phone. Dante plops on his desk, getting you on his lap as he answers the phone.

His arm stays around you, rubbing small circles on your thigh.

He stays on the phone, listening to the person on the other end while placing silent kisses on your cheek and down to your neck.

All you gather from it is he accepts the person's offer and is quick to hang up but doesn’t move.

“You promised.” You said in a sing-song tone, chuckling at his obvious misery when you say that.

“C’mon baby, don’t make me go now, I just got ya in my lap.”

He looks at you with such a pitiful pout, clearly trying to get you to cave.

But you cup his cheeks and lean in, your lips brushing against his for a moment before you kiss him, smiling into it at the feeling of him going limp and trying to press more against you.

He chases your lips when you pull away, whining when you’re just out of reach.

“I’ll be here waiting for you, I always am.”

“But I don’t like leaving you.”

He can protect you when he’s here, he can love on you when he’s not on the job.

“Honey, we need to keep the lights on. Besides, the welcome home kiss is always sweeter.”

Oh, that has his attention.

Just don’t be surprised when a massive fiery demon comes barreling through the door, eyes locked onto you and caging you against its solid frame, and wings wrapping around you.

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phonkscribes · 1 year

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"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

Right as the they are about to descend off that cliff, thrown off that ledge, you are there. Your arm hauls them up with a certain strength to them, the sinews in your arms flexing. At that moment, they're unable to say a word, too busy taking in the sight of you as you utter your witty line or carry on as if it weren't an issue-- effortless.

Saving the Spardas asses when they don't expect you to. ft. GN! Reader

Dante

He's fallen off of cliffs and such before, whether it was due to a missed jump or simply because he's gotten knocked out of the air. Dante tries to not make a habit out of it, but it's not like he's doing it intentionally. The legendary devil hunter just happens to be a bit less patient than his brother, even after all these years. There's just some things that don't change, like his eagerness to fight demons, even if it scares him. He isn't mortal, he won't die if he's shot or stabbed, there isn't much that could kill him-- like falling and hitting his head. It'd just hurt if anything, but maybe that's something that you didn't know.

Or at least cared for.

A hit from the devil he was fighting has him thrown back with a grunt, the sound is distinct on your ears as you whip around to see his crimson jacket flail in the wind along with him in it. You make another slash at the devils coming after you to go and chase his flying figure. Dante doesn't see you, as he looks up to the sky, thinking about how he's gonna nail the demon good for that one. As he's cast over the edge, you slide on over, an arm extended and catching his ankle as he descends. The sudden grab has him out of his daydream and curling up to look at... you!

You were a couple of yards away, how did you get here so fast? He could only watch as you used your other hand to start pulling him up by the leg as you swung him up back to the edge where you were. You almost fell in your self as you groan.

"Next time you take a swan dive, do it at the pool, yeah?", you huff, patting his leg as he got to his feet.

"Only if you're watchin' me, babe", he winked as he reached for Ebony & Ivory.

You could've slapped him, you really could've. Dante only chuckles at the way you frown for a moment before you go back to fighting, rolling your shoulders as you go. It's pretty hot, he thinks. The half-demon's glad he's got someone as strong as you are on his side, something that comforts him really, knowing that you've got his back.

Vergil

Falling doesn't scare him, he's done it before, but it's where he'll end up that tends to make him feel something other than adrenaline when facing his enemies. The first time he descended, it cost him his freedom, the last time he went to hell with his brother. Now it felt like a slight, a mistake made and he doesn't quite like those. The devils he was fighting now on behalf of joining Dante's little business were putting on a fight for once, with one of them even managing to knock him back a good distance. He had misjudged that and felt himself lose his footing on solid ground.

You'd seen him tip over the edge and in an instant you were rushing to his side, not that you were too far. With your devil arm, you dug into the side of the ledge and anchored yourself as you grabbed his arm. He had only stared in awe, shock that quickly subsided as he glowered. He was not one who needed saving, quite the opposite, even as you threw him over the edge to resume the fight.

Such raw strength... in a mortal, none the less. It was... curious. Where did such power come from, he had to wonder after he had dealt with your foes with a few judgement cuts. You managed to pull yourself up, rolling over onto your back with a long sigh.

"Thank you for that, though it was unnecessary", he had commented, looking at your prone state.

"You're welcome, you oughta watch your step next time", you joke as he offers a hand to help you to your feet this time.

"It will not happen again, I assure you", he says it with such a straight face, but you can tell that he's the slightest bit embarrassed.

Nero

You had just finished combing through your share of enemies, flicking your weapon to the side to clear it of blood as you look off into the distance. Nero was holding up well with Red Queen, revving her engine and ripping and tearing into the devils seamlessly. You could often admire how fluid he could be, like a duck bobbing and weaving through water. He looked like he didn't need your help, so you'd sit back and watch. Through the demons that surrounded him, he could feel your eyes on his back.

Nero would be lying if he didn't enjoy it when you were watching him, because in truth he had admired you too. Your skills and finesse were so badass and he hoped that maybe you thought of him like that too instead of how his uncle and father had seen him. Sure it wasn't too serious when he'd been called 'dead weight' but... it stuck with him. He wanted to prove that he could stand on his own two feet without needing their help, or yours for that matter. Ironic given his current circumstance. Nero had taken his eyes off of his opponent at hand to spare you a glance, spotting the fondness in your eyes and feeling a bit of color come to his face.

"Woah!", he'd been shoved, having nearly dropped his sword to steady himself, reaching a hand behind him to push himself back off the ground. Only to find that there was none supporting him.

You jumped in just as quickly as he was about to fall, appearing in front of him and grabbing the front of his shirt just as he was about to fly. You bring him in and step back, as he just looks at you for a second.

"... You do know that I would've been fine right?", he asks instead of saying thanks, a small smirk playing on his face as you stare at him for a second. Air hike... right.

"Would you rather I let you fall?", you're quick to respond as he just scoffs, shaking his head as he resumed where he left off with the devil.

He wasn't expecting you to be there, but he's glad that you care enough to come rushing for him like that. Next time he'll be the one saving you.

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ginsakatoki · 2 years

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Heeeey, welcome to DMC fandom! Can I request general relationship headcanons for DMC boys? Just some fluffy stuff, like what kind of dates they are into, what kind of partner each of them are, into PDA or not, etc. But it's all up to you :)

Thanks in advance!

Hey there! I’ve actually been lurking in the fandom for a couple of years and only recently decided to write about it. Thank you for this request and enjoy!

gif by @rainbow-cadenza

• I mentioned in a previous headcanon of mine that despite his loud personality, Dante is actually a shy lover. By this I mean: at first Dante will take quite a long time to acknowledge and address his feelings and even more to actually ask you out. You’ll need to be patient with him because he’ll shamelessly flirt as a joke but get flustered if you flirt back. Or expect you to understand that if he is standing next you in a specific way, he’s flirting for real and not joking.

Expert at not taking the hint. He’s used to people and things wanting to kill him so there is no way you’re interested in him that way, right?

He’s a weird unblended mix of an experienced womanizer and a teenager that has no idea what he’s doing.

It will be awkward at first not gonna lie.

When you manage to become a couple though, it becomes much much easier. All of a sudden all those weird moments and interactions vanish and the relationship starts flowing like you’ve always been by each other’s side.

Dante would want to go out on a date at least once or twice a week. He’s one of those guys that pretend not to want to be around their S/O all the time, but actually do. (He acts like a sad puppy when he doesn’t).

That said, due to his lack of money, he would prefer simple dates over anything else. A walk in the park, window shopping or cheap dates like cinema and bowling.

He’s a sucker for mundane things. His life is full of adrenaline rushes and violence so he truly cherishes the few moments of daily life he gets. This, however, doesn’t mean he’ll just settle for calm activities. He would definetely drag you to an amusement park at least once to go on rollercoasters.

If you don’t handle scary stuff well, be ready because he’ll force you to go to haunted houses or watch horror movies just so you can cling to him and tease you about it.

He’s a really fun partner to be with and he feels more like a friend you can go on adventures with than a safe home to return to.

He’s very protective of his loved ones so if you were ever in a pinch, he would come help you out any way he can. He’s not very book smart though, so you might not want him to help you with your studies.

His love language is physical touch so he loves, and i mean, loves PDA. He doesn’t care if other people are staring, let them be. If he wants to kiss you, he will. If he wants a hug, he’ll get it. No questions asked.

When walking in public he always has his arm around your shoulders, hips or holding your hands. He wants to feel you by his side, especially since he never knows whether it might be your last.

When holding hands, he runs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. It feels very intimate to him.

He adores kisses. Mouth, forehead, cheeks, neck, hands, wherever. He loves it.

Speaking of kisses, he is very intense when he kisses you. His lips will blend on yours stealing your breath away and he’s greedy, so he’ll always ask for more.

"Just one more… No no that didn’t count, one more"

Cuddles on the sofa are a must. He is a literal human heater so he’ll gladly warm you up in winter.

If you tend to have cold hands or feet he will warm them up for you but you have to warn him first.

That one time you put your cold feet on his legs without telling him first he literally screamed.

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Vergil is a cold and diffident man. It will take him a long time to trust you and if he develops feelings for you, he’ll be in denial for the longest time. When he accepts his feelings, however, he won’t act on them and would consequently become grumpier with everyone. There would be a huge contradiction between what he feels and his behavior.

He might look at you like he wants to kill you and be thinking that you look very pretty with the clothes you’re wearing, for example.

His inner struggle wouldn’t really be caused by a disgust for feelings rather his intrusive thoughts take control and start sabotaging him. For example he might believe that no one would ever love him so he isn’t allowed to love anyone. Or that he doesn’t deserve happiness because of all the pain he’s inflicted on others.

He would start ignoring you and crave your presence. If he saw you at Devil May Cry, he would go the other way but stay close enough to be able to see you.

Things would change if you asked him if he hates you. It is obvious to him that the answer is no and that his behavior is clearly misguiding you so he would try to be around you more.

Communication about feelings with Vergil is complicated so it seems unlikely that he’d confess them and get into a relationship. It’s more likely for you two to slowly get closer to each other until you both realize you’ve been acting like a couple without explicitly saying so.

It starts with Vergil always be around for one reason or the other.

“That seems heavy, I’ll take it for you.”

“I just had a commission nearby, that’s all.”

“Didn’t know you would be here” “Vergil… I work here”.

He gets so flustered it’s cute. He turns away immediately though, so you never truly see him blush.

Like Dante, he likes mundane life so he loves walking around the city with you, going to theatres and museums and, obviously, visiting libraries and bookshops.

He doesn’t speak much but he listens to everything you say and remembers every little thing. There’s a book you mentioned you like? He reads it and tells you his opinion. There’s an event you keep forgetting about? He reminds you of it, and so on.

His love language is complicated to pinpoint. I’m pretty sure he loves physical touch but, being the touch starved man he is, too much of it would make him short circuit. Same with words of affirmations. He grew up surrounded by hate so loving words are new to him, they would make him feel vulnerable and he hates that.

It would take a lot of trust and time but he would learn to love cuddle time on the sofa or on the bed. He would even find comfort in laying on you and hearing your heartbeat.

Vergil as a partner would show his vulnerability to you and you only once he truly trusts you as in: he will allow himself to cry in your presence, but don’t expect him to allow you to see him cry. He will hide his face on your shoulder or keep his back turned on you.

Besides his hurtful past and his feelings, Vergil worships you. You see in his eyes how much he cares for you, suddenly his grey eyes don’t seem so cold anymore. His touches are very light and delicate like he’s afraid to hurt you.

Not his kisses. He usually has a lot of self control around you, but when he kisses you it all vanishes. They’re deep and passionate, like he’s trying to merge his soul to yours, and will hold you impossibly close. Because they’re so intense, kisses with Vergil aren’t that common and they definitely don’t happen in public.

PDA is a big no for Vergil. What’s between you two is no concern for other people and, as such, it must stay indoors. He will allow you to hold his hand or circle your arm around his but he won’t initiate.

Overall Vergil is a man you’ll need a lot of patience with but he will make sure you feel as loved as he feels.

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Out of the three Nero is the most normal when it comes to relationships. If he’s interested he will show it, spend time with you and ask you out on a date. He’s pretty straightforward and honest so you really won’t have problems understanding if he likes you or not.

He’s had experience in relationships before with his ex-girlfriend Kyrie (they’re still on good terms) so he knows how to act around a lover and is not the least worried about his feelings.

Despite acting and looking like a punk, Nero has a clean and mostly sorted out inner world. He has his good amount of issues, obviously, but at least he isn’t as emotionally constipated as his father and uncle.

When in love, Nero smiles and laughs much more than usual which makes his interest pretty obvious.

He has a specific tone he only uses with his S/O and I think that’s beautiful. It’s not really a puppy or lovesick one but his normally gruff voice becomes gentler and his words soft-spoken.

Nero would most likely enjoy going on interactive dates like cinema, concerts, skating or paintball.

Do not, and I repeat, DO NOT go to watch horror movies with this man. He might be a devil hunter but he’s terrified of ghosts. He will scream the girliest scream you’ll ever hear and tell everyone it was you.

Dates with Nero are pretty frequent and spontaneous, but he’d like to go on a fancy date either once every two weeks or once a month. He likes eating good food and wants to spoil his partner.

During normal dates he probably takes the two of you to eat at Taco Bell or something.

He’s not exactly romantic or one for cliches so you’ll never see him serenade you or buy you flowers, but he’ll always show he cares in his way. For example he will always bring you a snack at work or help you clean your apartment.

His love languages are acts of service and quality time. He isn’t the best with words and physical touch is pretty neutral to him.

He doesn’t mind PDA, he’ll honestly go with the flow. If you like PDA he will drap an arm around your shoulders, hold you close to him and occasionally kiss your forehead. If you don’t, he’ll just hold your hand or pinky finger.

Inside jokes. A lot of inside jokes. People might say something about shoes and you’d start laughing for apparently no reason after throwing a look at each other.

He gives the best hugs, whenever you’re sad or not feeling well he just grabs you and hugs the problem away. You’re actually surprised by how well it seems to work everytime.

Being in a relationship with Nero means having Nico tease you all day, all week. They’re a 2 for 1 deal. You might be casually speaking or joking that she would come out from nowhere and tell you to go get a room.

Arguments with Nero happen pretty often because he has a short temper. However you found a nice way to end them quickly: pillow fights. Whenever you see that you’re having a disagreement you both grab a pillow and start hitting the other while stating out one of the reasons you are right. The one who wins the pillow fight, wins the argument.

Obviously, if it’s about an important matter, you’ll be responsible and talk it out as calmly as possible.

Some people see your relationship as childlike or teenage-like but it’s really healthy and it works for you, plus they don’t know how serious both of you can be about it.

Kisses with Nero are always surrounded by giggles, for some reason. You have so much fun with each other that even kisses can’t seem to be serious.

One of your favorite activities together is playing videogames. You once showed him Mario Kart and now he’s obsessed. Every Sunday you must have a Mario Kart tournament or he will get grumpy.

You’re the only person he doesn’t mind losing to.

Thank you for reading this, let me know what you think about it! I ended up writing a lot about this lol.

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animelovelover123 · 1 year

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Devil May Cry Boys Dealing With Your Violent, Emotional Breakdown

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

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

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

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

Dante

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reboot Dante

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, everything escalates all too suddenly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about you?”

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

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

Reboot Vergil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nero

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not a failure.”

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

“Of course I love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shadow darted back into the ground and slid after you.

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

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

“Oh-ho! Now we’re talking.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Smutty Dante and Vergil Poly Brainrot

You can be in the relationship with both Sparda brothers but you will never fuck them both at the same time. It's always one at a time because well... they don't mind sharing but not in front of each other, they still don't get along that well and your pussy, no matter how good won't change that.

Dante is real loud though so Virgil is never around when you're having sex. When Dante gets in the mood, which is often, the man's horny levels are through the roof, he will talk even more then usual. The only time he shuts up is if he's eating you out and even then he will occasionally pull back to crack a joke or throw a dirty line at you. Really wild too, its like he's addicted to the way your pussy opens up for his cock when he pushes it in and out and doesn't stop until you beg him to stop cause you've gotten too sensitive to keep going. Good, at least Virgil don't have you for a few more days.

Virgil can somehow be fully stoic while you're sucking on his cock, barely a grunt from the half-devil. If he doesn't want to let you hear him you won't, but he will for sure make you scream his name before you know it. Virgil is a big fan of cockwarming so even when you're worn out he still wants to keep you firmly seated on his cock and leaning against his chest. If you're cold you can wear his blue coat around you. Its actually really hot when you do because he can have you wearing it after too, almost like faulting to Dante that he fucked you for hours.

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m0chaminx · 2 years

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Kinktober Day One | "No Gods... Just Devils"

*•.¸♡Kinktober Prompt : Only One Bed

*•.¸♡Prompt : None

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : Fluffy start, adorable Nero and reader, pet names; princess, pretty girl, angel, slight praising, teasing, fingering, cum eating (kinda, if ya squint), unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), p in v, riding, cream pie, begging (again, kinda)

*•.¸♡Paring : Nero Sparda x F!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Dante sent you and Nero on a simple mission he decided not to take last minute, unfortunately fortunately he forgot to change the room and there's only one bed

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"Uh..." Nero trailed off as he looked over the small hotel room Dante had booked. There was a single double bed, with horrible coloured maroon sheets, pushed in the centre of the room. "Well... I guess Donate forgot to call and change it," Nero suggested, letting his backpack slide from his shoulder and land next to the door on the floor.

"Or he's being an ass," You groaned, pushing past Nero and flopping against the bed.

"There's not even a chair or anything," Nero mumbled his eyes surveying the room. "Fuuuck. I'm gonna go see if they have any other rooms." Nero tossed his jacket on the bed and stepped from the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

Nero came back a few minutes later, dragging his feet slightly. "No luck?" You questioned, pushing yourself up to lean back on your hands. Nero looked up at you, glaring at you softly. "No luck. We can just share the bed Nero, it's fine. I won't bite." You let yourself fall back against the bed. "Not unless you ask."

Nero felt heat rise to his cheeks, and his eyes widened slightly. "Y-Yeah sure," Nero mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull off his shoes.

._☆_.

It was late into the night and Nero was sound asleep, soft breaths escaping his lips. You, on the other hand, were wide awake. What would normally be an upside to Nero and his demon was his unbelievably natural high body heat, but tonight it seemed to be your nightmare. Not only that, but the size of the bed made the young Sparda nearly press himself against you.

You huffed and threw the blanket off and stomped out of the bed. "Y/N?" Nero mumbled, stirring awake.

"Sorry Nero, but you are going to kill me," You sighed, opening the small hotel window. Nero sat up watching you by the window and you spun to face him. "You were pressed up against me and do you understand how hot you are?" As the words left your mouth, you understood how weird that sounded. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you blushed at your words. "Not- Not like that. I mean you are hot- but not saying-" You cut yourself off and pressed your hands to your head.

Nero took a nervous breath and walked towards you, his ears catching your incoherent mumbling. "You're hot too," Nero said awkwardly. "And not just the way you were originally thinking." You pulled your hands away from your head and stared up at him. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded softly and Nero gently brought his hand to your cheek. Nero leaned down and pressed your lips together. Your hand dropped down to grip the front of Nero's shirt. Nero's hand tangled in your hair and the other gripped your waist as he sucked on your bottom lip to pull it between his teeth. Nero bit softly on the soft skin, pressing you against the wall slightly, grinding his hips against your thigh.

"Nero," You panted slightly, using a hand to push Nero's lips away from yours. "Bed. We can use the wall next time."

Nero hummed slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Next time?" Nero teased, tilting his head slightly.

"Nero, focus," You ordered. Nero chuckled softly before pressing his lips back to yours. Nero ran his hands down to your legs, tapping his fingers on the back of your thighs. You jumped slight and Nero caught your thighs in his hands, gently digging his nails into the delicate flesh.

Nero spun around and walked you to the bed, gently dropping you on top. Your legs stayed locked against his hips and Nero fell forward, catching himself on his hands that were planted next to your head. You laughed softly and released Nero's hips, moving to pull yourself further onto the bed. Nero hooked his hands to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the side.

Nero dived back down to kiss you and your hands wandered across his torso, your fingers dipping to the curve of his abs. Your hands slid down to the top of his sweatpants, reaching for the strings but Nero's hand snapped down to grab yours. "You first princess," Nero mumbled, pulling back so his lips hovered just above yours.

Nero released your hands and trailed his fingertips up the exposed skin of your legs and over your shorts. Nero's hands slid under your shirt, running across your torso. Nero pulled away and slid your shirt off, tossing it away with his. "Fucking hell," Nero cursed dropping his head to kiss under your jaw and across your throat, breathless gasps and quiet whimpers leaving your lips.

Nero's hand made its way down to your shorts, dipping his fingers just below the waistline. "Can I?" Nero whispered pulling away for a minute.

"God please Nero," you whined pulling Nero's lips back to yours.

Nero hummed siding your shorts and your panties off at ounce. Nero moved to kneel between your legs, forcing your thighs apart. "No Gods...," Nero whispered, dipping his fingers down to run up your slit and your hips moved to grind against his fingers. "....Just devils." Nero pushed his fingers in your heat, his thumb bumping against your clit.

A breathy moan left you as your head rolled backwards, one hand gripping against the sheets, the other lightly wrapped around Nero's wrist. "Fu-ck, Nero..." your words caught in your throat and it melded into a moan. Nero smirked down at you, his free hand moving up to pull your hand away from the sheets and lacing your fingers together.

"You sound so good princess," Nero praised, sucking on the skin of your collarbone and running his tongue over it a moment after. Your walls fluttered around his fingers, your nails digging into his skin.

"Nero! I'm close-!" Your head tossed back a loud moan ripped from your throat. "Shit Nero, faster please!"

"Already? Go on then, cum for me pretty girl," Nero orders, speeding up his fingers. Your thighs twitched at his sides and arched off the bed, random babbles of nonsense spilling from your lips and your high creeping close at a rapid rate. "Cum all over my fingers angel." A broken screech tore itself from your throat as your orgasm washed over you. You clenched around Nero's fingers as they slowed slightly, riding out our high.

Nero pressed his lips against yours quickly as he released your hand from his and slowly pulled his fingers out. Nero sat up a little and ran his tongue over his digits, humming at the taste. "You taste good princess," Nero smiled, pecking your lips again. You chuckled softly and pulled Nero back to kiss you properly. "Can you go again?"

You nodded and Nero stood up, untying his pants and dropping them along with his boxers. Nero leaned over you but you slipped your legs through his and rolled him to lay against the bed with you straddling his hips. "My turn," You hummed, rocking your hips coating Nero's cock in your slick. Nero's hands shot up to your hips and he tossed his head back, short whimpers escaping his lips.

"Please... need to be inside you," Nero whispered, rocking his hips with yours. You spread your legs slightly as you pressed his lips to his. Your hand crept down his torso to grip his dick and pump it a few times. "Please angel." You lined the tip at your entrance, circling your slit a few times before sinking down on his cock. Moans slipped from you and Nero as you wiggled your hips as Nero stretched you out. You pressed your hands to his chest and sat up as you raised yourself halfway off of Nero's cock and dropped back down.

Nero groaned, his fingers digging into your hips. You rocked your hips back and forth as you raised up and down, fucking yourself on Nero's cock. Nero's hands tightened and he led your movements, speeding you up slightly. Nero rocked his hips up, thrusting into you. You moaned and Nero began pumping harder watching your breasts bounce. Nero rolled you over, slipping out of you and pushing your legs to link around his waist.

He slid back inside you, holding your hands above your head and he snapped his hips to fuck into you. "Holy fuck, Nero. Feels good," You moaned, trying to match your hips to his thrusts. "Gonna cum again."

"Fuck, I'm close too," Nero panted dropping his head slightly. "Hold it for me, baby." You shuddered and clenched on Nero's cock, trying to make him hit his high.

One of Nero's hands let go of your wrists and moved down to grip your hip, lifting your hips up to snap his hip against you even harder. Your breathing became ragged as your second orgasm inched closer. "I've wanted to do this since the moment I set eyes on you," Nero mumbled against your ear. He couldn't register what he was saying, but he could see you tug against his hands and shudder under his words. "Do you like it when I touch you? When I fuck you like this?"

"Yes. Yes, god," You babbled, losing yourself in the euphoria. "I like it a lot. I love it!" You screamed as you hit your high, your legs tightening around his hips. "God please, Nero. Cum for me, please Nero. Need to feel it."

Nero shuddered, his hip becoming frantic as he came. His cum spilled inside you and Nero held you close, whispering nonsense against your neck. "Thank Sparda for only giving us one bed," Nero chuckled softly.

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xopinkroses · 2 years

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Can I request a reader that works too much and doesn't have time to relax or sleep? Both working as a demon hunter and some other human job?

(You can pick, I couldn't think of anything. Just something tiring)

The Boy's, V, and Nico again plz!!

(Thank you for requesting ^^ Sorry it took a while, I'm just chipping my way through requests-- promise I'm not ignoring anyone haha💖)

DMC boys + V and Nico x Reader that is overworking themself♥

Summary; Reader works way too hard while balancing two jobs. Warning; Cursing, some actions could be considered as unlawful confinement but for a good cause lol, Reader works as a nurse but remains gender neutral!

MASTERLIST🌸

Dante

Dante had never really thought about how hard a nurse’s job was until you started your second job. You wanted to bring some extra money into the shop, since it was getting kind of hard to pay bills, but it is taking its toll on you. Long hours in a busy environment, mixed with difficult patients and other bitchy nurses, has really been taking it out of you. You skip most meals, either because you’re stressed or just don’t have time, and Dante hasn’t seen you sleep for a while. You arrive home late and then leave early, before he’s awake.

He’s worried about you. But every time he broaches the subject, you get upset. The extra money you’re bringing in is what’s keeping the lights on! But… it really isn’t, babe. You’re too hard on yourself, you really don’t need to be working so hard. He thinks you're crazy trying to maintain two very different career paths.

The final straw for him is when you pass out in the middle of the office from exhaustion, that’s when he knows he’s let this go on for far too long. He catches you before you can hit the ground, but you could have been seriously hurt. He tucks you into bed and will not wake you up for anything. If anyone is too noisy in the shop he will flip his lid because “They’re finally asleep, shut up!” He’s whisper shouting as if that makes him any more quiet than if he had just spoken normally.

You wake up half an hour before your next shift and try to leave the shop but Dante puts himself between you and the door. “No, nope– not happening.”

“Dante, I’m gonna be late,” you groan, your jacket is literally on inside out.

“Call in sick,” he says, handing you your phone. You hadn’t even noticed he had taken it.

You refuse and try to force your way past him. What exactly were you hoping to accomplish? Because all that results in, is him picking you up and tossing you onto the couch. Your indignant yells fall on deaf ears as he legit drops his weight on top of you to pin you there. You are not going anywhere until you agree to take the next few days off and relax!

Eventually you realise that trying to push your boyfriend off is pointless and just accept your fate. “Ugh– fine! Just get off me before you crush me.”

“Wow, what are you trying to say, babe?” He feigns offence, rolling off the edge of the couch so he is sitting on the floor beside you. You make the phone call, under Dante’s watchful gaze. Making sure you didn’t try to make your great escape. Now that you’re free for the next few days, Dante plans to smother you in affection. You are going to relax whether you like it or not! Starting with some more sleep, so he takes you by the hand and leads you upstairs where you spend the night cuddled up with your lunatic of a lover.

Vergil

Working as a nurse and part-time demon hunter was no easy task, but for years you held strong and didn’t once buckle under the stress. But lately… you’re spiralling and he can see it clear as day. Throwing yourself into your work to an obsessive extent. It’s difficult to balance two jobs, especially two very emotionally and physically demanding jobs. It’s gotten so bad lately that he rarely even sees you for days at a time, and when he does you’re dead on your feet.

You haven’t slept in at least 48 hours, Vergil knows that for certain. Twelve hour shifts back to back as well as helping out at Devil May Cry. How you’re even as composed as you are is a wonder in itself. He really wishes you would just take a break every once in a while to recharge. So as much as he respects your work ethic, when you return home from the hospital just to start getting ready to go out with Dante and Lady, he intervenes.

“Love, you’re working yourself to the bone.”

It’s rare for Vergil to ask anything of you, so when he asks you to please just sit and talk to him– you comply. You’re sitting on the couch together, he’s holding both your hands in his. You feel heavy, all your body wants is to sleep but you won't let it. Forcing yourself to sit up straight, you ask him what it is he wants to talk about.

“You need to rest,” he states. His tone is enough to tell you that he’s leaving no room for argument, yet you try anyway. He knew you were a stubborn fool the day he met you, but he never failed to be surprised by the lengths of which your stubbornness could reach. He doesn’t take no for an answer, threatening to literally tie you up if you don’t just go to bed and sleep for a few hours.

“Please, love,” the back of his fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch gentle, like he was handling delicate glass or porcelain.

The pleading in his voice was what convinced you in the end. Your boyfriend did not plead with anyone. Sighing in defeat, you lean into his touch, your heavy eyelids falling shut for just a moment. Vergil smiles softly, running his other hand along your neck. You snuggle into his shoulder as he carries you to your bedroom, not letting go when he tries to lower you onto the bed. Your fingers cling to his jacket, even in your half asleep state you’re strong for a human. Although he wonders if perhaps instead of you being strong– maybe you just make him weak?

He doesn’t try to fight you, giving in quickly and laying down in the bed with you wrapped securely in his arms. It’s hardly the most comfortable arrangement, but as long as you sleep soundly, he isn’t about to move.

Nero

Nero wonders when the hell he became your mother. Isn’t nagging you to eat and sleep something parents do? He doesn’t even care, if you won’t look after yourself, he’s going to do it for you. It hurts to see you upset with him but no amount of yelling or guilt tripping will stop him from calling in sick to work on your behalf. He’s done it before and he’ll do it again. But through it all he remains a pillar of strength for you, making you coffee in the morning and forcing you to sit down and eat whenever possible.

What really makes him snap though, is when he comes home to see you crashed out on the couch, clearly having fallen asleep as you were getting ready for work. You wake up to the sound of the door closing, jumping to sit up in fright. When you see that you’re late for work, you spring off the couch and start running around trying to gather your things. Nero is having none of it. He sees how tired you are– it’s not hard to tell. Your lack of care when it comes to your own wellbeing sends him flying into a rage.

He doesn’t mean to be harsh with you, he really doesn’t, but the ensuing argument turns heated before he can even process the turn of events.

“You’re not going! Look at yourself, you need to sleep!” He’s standing between you and the door, a shield blocking you from further self destruction. Seeing the stress flowing off you in crashing waves breaks his heart, there’s nothing he wants more than to stop arguing with you… but he can’t just sit by and let you run yourself into the ground.

“Nero, I’m fine!” You insist with a glare, trying to get past him to no avail. You groan out in frustration. “Nero, move.”

“Not happening!”

The confrontation gets worse before it gets better, ending with you throwing yourself down on the couch with a huff. Nero sighs, kneeling down in front of you. He looks up at you with desperation in his blue eyes. “You’re killing me, angel,” he says, his human hand resting on your knee. “I watch you work yourself into an early grave everyday, and it kills me. I know that you’re mad at me right now, but please understand I’m doing this because I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You never meant to worry your boyfriend so much, and hearing him bare his heart to you brought tears to your eyes. Your Nero is such a strong man, unmovable and hotheaded and such a goddamn sweetheart. What did you do to deserve a partner like Nero?

You place your hand over his, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise–”

You shake your head. Even when you’ve hurt him he defends you. “No, I do. I’m sorry for worrying you, I’ll take the day off.”

After you call your boss and are granted the day off, you spend the rest of the day cuddled up on the couch with Nero. His demon hand rests on your back and his human one massages your scalp while you drift in and out of sleep, your face buried into his chest.

V has never met anyone as dedicated to helping others as you, or anyone as married to their day job. At first he was mesmerised by your passion and work ethic, but quickly he saw the damage it is doing to you. Your exhaustion and the tension that always seems to knot in your shoulders are painfully obvious to him now. And he’s honestly at a loss of what to do. He doesn’t want to tell you what to do, you’re an adult afterall and capable of making your own decisions… but you're digging yourself into a hole that you might end up too exhausted to climb back out of.

Which is why he decides to trick you into resting.

He’s not above a little manipulation when necessary, even if he finds it to be a bit underhanded. Technically he’s not making you do anything, your free will still perfectly intact. He’s a good actor too, so you won’t even suspect him. He didn’t make Shadow lay on top of you, merely suggested it. You’ve always had a strange connection with her. All she has to do is curl up with you in bed and you won’t want to move. It’s an easy way to coax you into giving into your exhaustion and taking the day off.

When you’re in a more alert state of mind, no longer ready to pass out at any minute, he’ll have a serious conversation about you overworking yourself. He can’t trick you into resting forever, so you’ll have to come to some form of agreement. Creating a reasonable work schedule for both your day and night job– one that will leave you with enough time to actually function like a human should.

Nico

Nico is scared for you. She knows what it’s like to be absorbed in your work, she’s the same in that sense, but you don’t know when to stop. It’s one thing to be passionate about your job and take up some extra shifts or work a little overtime– it’s something entirely different to work 8/12 hour shifts back to back and then also put 100% into your second job as a demon hunter. You need to have a limit, and you met yours a long time ago. You’re just willfully ignoring it.

She won’t sugarcoat it when she confronts you, you need to understand the effect your self neglectful behaviour is having on the people around you. “Darlin’, you’re not a machine!”

Nico doesn’t have much of a filter, but at the same time– she’s not particularly articulate. So expect her to stumble over her words a little. Give her a break, she cares about you and isn’t used to all this mushy, lovey dovey shit. She’s not going to make you sleep, but she will make you relax. No exceptions! You will sit on that pretty ass of yours and watch reruns of the Simpsons all day.

~ 🖤

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suvidrache · 4 months

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Missions

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Dante and skating. Ice skating. With Dante's natural behavior, one could assume that Dante would be a terrible skater. Maybe it depended on who you asked. He's probably never skated a day in his life.

You had wanted to go skating, but unfortunately, the weather was never cold enough, and there were no frozen ponds to even attempt it in Redgrave. Still, you continued to ask Dante about skating one day. He had no objections and would gladly take you when he one day could. He just had to find the right place and the right time to do so. Although he frequently forgets things, strangely enough, this wasn't something he forgot about. He was going to take you skating one day.

You sat snuggled up in a blanket by the warm fire as it snowed outside. Normally, Dante would be inside with you. However, he said he had to leave. You missed him but understood. He would be back soon, especially in this weather. He hated lying to you. He hated the thought of even betraying you, but he couldn't let you guess as to where he was going. It was unusual for him to be out here in the cold. Telling you that he was going on a trip was the easiest thing that he could say. He wasn't very good at lying, but you believed him, and he left after telling you he'd see you again. He returned home rather quickly. You had no complaints; it's just that you were surprised. You greeted him at the door and asked him about his day. He wasn't very detailed about it, which was unusual, but he told you how he wanted to show you something.

You headed upstairs and slowly began to get ready. You wondered what was wrong with Dante and his strange behavior, but maybe he'd be back to normal after he showed you whatever it is that he wanted you to see. You weren't sure what it was, but you hoped that he was okay. You finished and headed downstairs.

“Alright, I'm ready.”

Dante stood up and smiled as he took your hand and led you through the city.

“Where are we going?”

��It's a surprise.” He responded.

He led you to a pond. There wasn't much around it, but it was frozen. Any of the things that had been there previously had been wiped away. There wasn't going to be anyone to bother you or get onto you for trespassing. Unfortunately, neither of you had skates, but it didn't matter. It was probably safer that you didn't have any. Dante took a careful slide out onto the ice and turned towards you. He held out his hand, wanting you to join him.

“I'm not sure about this…”

“It's fine, I promise. I was out here earlier on that "mission," I told you vaguely about.” He said, smiling as he watched you.

You took a careful step and slid. Dante caught you before anything could happen. Whether you were good at it or not, it didn't matter. Dante was there to help you, or he would be there to go along with you. He'd show off some of his best skating tricks.

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grimmjowswoman · 1 year

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You’re Jealous Darling

Summary: You and Vergil broke up but you still had to work with him along with Dante as a devil hunter and women come to Dante's office to ask for help so you see them interact with Vergil which made you feel jealous

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Warning: Smut

Pairing: Vergil X f!Reader

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" I like seeing you get jealous and roll your eyes at me" He said while menacingly looking at me after he pushed me to the wall of my apartment

"I don't know what you're talking about Vergil or who gave you that idea" I glared back at him, standing my ground

"We've spent 2 years together I know you like the back of my hand" And with that he moved his hand close to my face and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, moving it so slowly

"You're out of your mind Vergil" I put my hands on his chest as an attempt to push him away but with no avail

"Admit it already Y/N" he said and got even closer to my face, one move from me and our lips would touch

"Leave Vergil, I don't want to see your face ever again" I looked away from him to avoid his gaze

"Liar" He simply said and grabbed my chin and forced me to stare at him again, I noticed his eyes looking at my eyes then drop down to stare at my lips before quickly returning his eyes to look at me

"Please..... leave" I said in a soft voice which made Vergil smirk again

"Not convincing yet" he said and paused for a second "I know..... I know that you want me again"

"Leave!" I raised my voice at him this time and tried to push him away to fail again

"I will not leave until-" He cut himself off again before continuing "I taste you again, just like old times" and with that his lips attacked mine

He bite my lips making wince and open my mouth so he can let his tongue explore mine, his hand moved to my hips bringing me close to him so I can feel how hard he is. I tried to hold myself and try and escape him but I failed when I started to grind on him slowly, I could feel him smirk in our kiss. He pulled away from me for a moment

"I knew you'll succumb to me" he said in a voice full of cockiness " Now let me make you feel good" And with that, he started to fall on his knees in front of me.

His face is close to my private. His hands started playing with the zipper of my pants, zipping it down revealing a little of my red panties before he slide my pants down my legs fully revealing me, he looked up at me and he saw me biting my lips trying to not moan or make any sound, I didn't want him to know how much I want him right now. He smirked, noticing that I'm not resisting him anymore so he continued to pull my panties down, seeing a strand of my cum get stuck to my soaked panties, he looked at them and noticed how wet I was for him.

"Lift your leg off the floor for me darling" he said and I did what he told me to like his good girl, he removed my pants and underwear and threw them away and he returned his focus back to my wet pussy and he leaned close to it his breath hitting me making shudder for a second

Soon, Vergil started touching my pussy with two of his fingers, collecting my cum on his digits before he pushes them inside my cunt. I let out a soft moan and bite my lips so no more sound come out of me

"So wet for me darling, I miss your taste" he said and put his mouth on my clit and started licking it

His tongue was moving on my clit in circles while his fingers are going in and out simultaneously, I was holding myself so I don't grind on his tongue but it still ends in a failure, I couldn't contain myself anymore so I started moving my hips and my hands went to his hair, pushing his head even more to my pussy, Vergil started suckling on my clit and folds while his fingers picked up the pace inside my hole

"Vergil, Vergil, Vergil~" I started chanting his name over and over again and his head started shaking making me get even closer to my orgasm

He put my whole leg on his shoulder so he can move his digits more freely, sucking and licking my pussy lips and clit. I can finally feel the knot in my stomach about to unravel

"Vergil~" I moaned out his name and I came all over his fingers

He quickly replaced his fingers with his mouth, lapping at my pussy to taste my cum that he has been missing for a few month after our break up. He licked me clean. I dropped my legs from his shoulder and I tried to not fall down from how strong that oragsm was, Vergil looked up at my face and he saw me leaning my head back on the wall and my eyes are closed and my chest heaving. He also noticed how my legs were shaking a bit so he got up from the floor and lifted me up and carried me bridal style to my bedroom. He gently put me on my bed, I wanted to grab my blanket but he took it away from me, I looked at him confused, he just smirked and started crawling closer to me and he put his hand on my cheek caressing it

"Don't think that I'm done with you yet darling, I'm not finished with you until you confess that you miss me and that you are jealous of any contact I make with another woman that isn't you, understood?" He said, I wanted to say no but my head failed me and nodded yes making him get close to my face and kiss my lips.

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dolletro · 1 year

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Exhaustion

Hello DMC tumblr! This is my first ever post on tumblr!

My native language is not english, plus I am not really sure how to write Vergils character, so he might be a little bit OOC. Despite that I did try my absolute best! Please of you have any suggestions how to polish my skills and create aesthetically more pleasing works, don’t hesitate to DM me! Constructive critisism is always welcomed!

I was debating wether I should post it or not, since I wasn’t sure if it’s good enough, then I though what if this is exactly the thing someone needs?

Anyways, please enjoy!

Word count: 1.5+K

He never meant to stay for this long in your room, all he wanted was to notify you about the training schedule change for the upcoming two days, but somehow your warm smell mixed with the vanilla scented air freshener pulled an unfamiliar kind of exhaustion out of him, so he sat down on your bed and welcomed your voice in. You talked a lot, he made a mental note in himself, about an hour into you talking about the game you were now playing, the frantic button smashing, the frustrated grunts from time to time and your cats nestled on his chest purring away, lulled him to sleep even more.

"...And that's why I like him so much! OH, that reminds me, he is also wielding a katana just like you-..." you turned around with an excited smile, the dim, pink tinted LED strips and your TV's light illuminating your features. Eyes filled with joy looking down at him, taking in his reaction. When did he lie down on your fluffy pillows?

"You know, if you are too tired to move you can always just sleep here, I don't mind it." with that the weight from the end of your bed disappeared signaling that you stood up. Now humming the same tune as the music that was coming from the game, you began to search for something in your closet, checking an item out for whatever reason and then putting it back. Vergil averted his gaze to the bright screen, that now burned his eyes out, he certainly now missed the way you blocked a good part of it. There stood the character with a katana in his hand, body covered from head to toe in what seemed to be metal, hair similar shade to his. He had a faint idea what you might have called this warrior, but to be fair Vergil hardly paid any attention to your rambling, yet some of those tiny details that stuck made the blue devil wonder, if you liked him mainly because he reminded you of some of your favorite game characters, or if you like those characters because they looked similar to him.

'How foolish...' Vergil blinked once, twice then he moved his arm up to cover his eyes to block out any light. Why would that be the reason? You two had known each other for just a few months now, if not a year. The age gap too was quite wide in anyone's opinion, maybe twenty years give or take, and you, as if you had known eachother since forever, talk to him about everything from anything mundane to more serious or even exciting topics. Even when he used to push you away you kept on trying to befriend and create a connection with him. Maybe your unwavering determination is what led to this moment, him allowing his guard to be down around you.

When was the last time he was this...content? Both before and after destroying the Qliphoth nightmares often plagued his consciousness whenever he tried to sleep, often about the atrocities he had done not only to RedGrave but to the world in general, so he never really bothered to try to rest up in years. Yet now, he felt like he was in a drunken daze, everything felt surreal, like life cannot be this peaceful.

"Vergil..." a gentle hand on his shoulder pulled out of his train of thoughts. There you stood,a black sweater and a pair of gray sweatpants in hands, offering them to him. "...I don't really know if these will fit you, but hopefully they will. You can use my bathroom if you want more privacy." and with that the warmth disappeared as you sat back down in front of your TV and continued to play your game.

Vergil slowly lifted himself up from your bed, trying to shoo the cats off of himself. While he knew you had seen him half naked once before due to an incident, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"It's okay to change here too. No need to push yourself too hard." The blue devil could have sworn you were reading his mind just now if he didn't know any better. You have to be some sort of witch to know this much about his way of thinking and to occupy his mind for this long. Reluctantly he took off his coat and vest, and laid them down on your night stand. He was in the middle of unbuckling his belt when he heard rustling beside him, then once again your frame was right in front of him near the closet. You had taken his clothes and put them on a hanger.

"You sleep with socks on? I have some really fluffy pairs that will warm your feet up since this room can get quite chilly."

"There's no need for you to lend me such unnecessary items."

"Hm? You wear your boots without socks?"

"That is not what I said nor implied."

"Mhm, sure boss man." your giggles were nice, it could melt off any tension that was ever in his body. "So...no socks?"

"No need..." he sighed as he slipped off his boots, then pants in haste. The material of the sweater was soft against his rougher fingers. There was no way that it belonged to you, it must have been gifted or something because it would've been far too big on you.

"I once bought that for Dante, then I realized it would go to waste since he just doesn't wear things like that, so I kept it for myself, but you can have it if you'd like!" you chimed, once again smashing away on your buttons. The music in the game picked up as a bossfight began. Vergil tried to climb back in your bed after he put on every article of clothing without disturbing you, yet when he was almost settled you groaned loudly and put your controller down beside you.

Silence began to set in. The only things that could be heard were the title screen of the game and your cats soft purrings as they inched closer to Vergil. The atmosphere was once again calming like the first time he sat down, but now he has a fresh set of clothes on and was buried under your two toned gray comforter, yet now somehow he felt an itch in his mind. When will you head to bed? He has only ever seen you in your pajamas when you showed up that one time in the kitchen at noon for a cup of coffee. Even then he just saw you briefly as he strolled by. Do you usually head to bed later into the earliest time of the day? Or do you ever sleep?

"Does the noise bother you?"

"No."

"Can I start a stream on youtube then? I can only sleep with some noise." Vergil stayed silent while he inspected as you scrolled through your YouTube recommendations to find an appropriate video. He was contemplating on what to say or rather ask you. He alway had been a man who spoke with well chosen words, and right now he didn't know if he thought he didn't care enough for your emotions to question you about the matter or if he didn't want to put you into an even more sour mood.

" Has something upset you?" he ultimately decided to ask, resulting in a surprised expression on your face when you faced him.

"It’s kinda-, Well…I died in the bossfight, and I really don't feel like playing anymore." setting down the remote, you stretched.

"I see." he began to pet your lighter cat, Tofu, who fell asleep on his chest. Distant water splashed and the warm bathroom light now seeped into the room from underneath your door, then you emerged. Vergil looked at your digital clock on your wall in the same sleepy daze as he was in before, noticing that you were gone for exactly ten minutes. His eyes followed your every movement taking in your elegant gestures. Your face now appeared to be glowing, and you smelled slightly different than you usually do. You sat down in front of your mirror checking out your own skin on your cheeks and chin, before you pulled a bottle of lotion out of your vanity cupboard. The scent alone was enough for the blue devil to realize this is what made you smell the way you always did. Vergil was no expert in these kinds of things, but for him it matched your personality perfectly. It had a slightly spicy base, but some sweet undertones. You massaged the substance on your arms and legs, giving extra attention to your knees and elbows.

Your voice traveled in his ears and stayed in his mind. He recognised this tune, you hummed every once in a while when you were in a peaceful place, this meant you were no longer upset about your loss in the videogame. This melody pushed and pushed the bad thought right out of his head and filled him with an unfamiliar warmth he never felt. Vergil knew he was just right about to succumb to the sleep he oh-so desperately needed, yet he took one more glance at your calm form, he wished he could feel this content once he woke up in your room.

Just about one and a half hours after arriving at your room to give you a heads up, the older son of Sprada welcomed the sweet slumber in.

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polarisbibliotheque · 5 months

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Ok, so hear me out.

Vergil casually pretending to seriously read, headphones on, drinking his tea and looking so so serious... While internally pining for his beloved human what the hell is wrong with me I'm stronger than this petty thing called 'love'

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I mean, the original version by Chris Isaak ALSO has some major Vergil vibes, but I have already accepted this man as a full fledged goth in my heart and nothing will make me believe he doesn't listen to goth music.

(The Chris Isaak version is when he's casually holding his beloved's hand and starting to slow dance ever so slightly as if he does that every single freaking day, his s/o just staring like 'are you ok? is this what demonic fever looks like...? do you need HELP?!')

Meeeeeeanwhile, Dante, in the other room, blasting out loud

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Aaaaaand just dragging his s/o to dance with him in a very ridiculous way, knowing all the lyrics by heart and YES THIS MAN IS HERE FOR THE MEMES.

But really. Raspy vocals, distorted guitars, heavy sound. Apart from the memes, Dante would sing this with his very soul, in a very rock n' roll kind of way.

But what about Nero, I hear you ask.

Well...

Boy's frying in his room covering Kyrie's favourite song in his own way (distorted devil trigger vocals included)

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Vergil can play the drums? Dante can play the guitar? Well, congrats. Nero can do both. At the same time even. What sort of power is this? His freaking devil trigger and too much time without going on a hunt to calm his nerves down, old man.

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phonkscribes · 8 months

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Heyo- the power went out at my place after a storm. it got me thinking- what would the dmc boys do during a power outage with their s/o? Thank you (:

This is such a sweet and funny idea, thank you for sending the request and I'm sorry that I'm only just NOW getting to it. I'm going to include Credo because I love him.

Black Clouds Provoke Isolation.

The DMC boys during a power outage with their S/O.

Dante

He is accustomed to not having the power work at the Devil May Cry, but he understands that it's probably not something his S/O would be all that acquainted with. First he'll look up and curse quietly to himself, clicking his tongue and turning his head away as he sits in the darkness. As soon as his S/O comes in and starts to worry about it, he's there to calm them down and tell them that it's not a big deal and that this sort of thing happens all the time. Much to their dismay, Dante... power is important, without power the fridge can't keep the pizza and beers cold. His motivation arises at the risk of these important assets being lost.

If his S/O is afraid of the dark or has an issue with it, he'll drape himself over them like a blanket.

"Alright lets get you to the couch", and then he guides(drags) them to the couch to hunker down until the power comes back on.

Dante would poke fun of them for that, if it weren't for his own apprehension to wandering around in the dark. He gets it, since a lot of bad things tend to happen to him in the dark. That's probably what's going on in the mind of his S/O so the least he can do is be there and comforting for them where he didn't have anyone to comfort himself during those times.

"Hey... it'll be okay, we've been through worse before haven't we?", he'll say in a melancholic sort of way.

When the lights do eventually come back on, he has this big smile on his face and looks down to his S/O. He'd chuckle and give them a quick nudge.

"It came back on! See? What'd I tell you?", and after making sure that his partner's alright, he's going off to check if the pizza and beers are still good. A little celebratory snack wouldn't hurt, and he's thinking that a bit of pizza and a cold drink might cheer them up.

Vergil

Like his brother, he doesn't quite care for the dark when the power goes out, but that's because he's grown used to a lack of light in his life. The darkness is something he's come to embrace, something he can move freely through and about without concern. Of course, this changes somewhat with his S/O by his side. He moves to find them first throughout the power outage, making sure that they're alright. However, he's a bit lost as to what to do in this situation since it's never happened to him enough times before where he's become familiar with what course of action to take. He's spent more time in Hell than in the human world, and will rely on his S/O to take charge, which is something he dislikes.

Vergil would ask them if there's anything that he can do to help, like light some candles or check on the appliances or anything like that. He'd also grow a bit frustrated with them when they don't turn on when he tries to use them or if there isn't anything else he can do to try and help. The Darkslayer tries not to pout and fold his arms in the corner as everything else essentially gets handled for him or by someone else. However, he isn't totally useless here. If there is something he can do, it is also to provide comfort for his S/O in the case that they're not as fond of the dark as he is.

If this gets in the way of them trying to take action, he'll guide them through the house and ask them what they need. Once everything is squared away, his focus is directed onto his partner. What do they need right now? What can he provide for them? Comforting others may not be his strong suit, but he will everything he can for their sake. If this is just holding onto them and pressing their head into his shoulder, he will do it. He won't admit it, but he's glad that their able to vulnerable with him, allowing him to be the rock that they can lean on in their time of need. Besides, he quite enjoys these small moments of reprieve and being close to his S/O.

The first one to start is Griffon, commenting about how the lights have gone off and how it's suddenly gotten a bit colder. V acknowledges this from his familiar and starts to get up from his spot on the couch to go and locate his S/O to inform them of the problem if they weren't previously aware already. If they're already getting to it, he's sitting back and watching them, admiring the way that they're handling the situation. He'll leave them after a moment to go and find if he can do something to assist them, such as bringing them a flashlight or even a few candles to light around the house so that things are easier to see. He's not all too bothered by a lack of power, tolerant at best, but he does get cold after idling for a while.

When all that can be done is done, he's curled up on the couch with a spot made available for his partner. V waits for them to come and join him, as he'd like for them to share their warmth with him. Sitting together, he'll start to read from his book of poems as Shadow drapes herself across the two of them. It is a perfect way to relax during an event that they don't have much control over, especially if he notices that his S/O is a bit uncomfortable with the lack of power. V would be too, if it weren't for having his partner at his side.

The comfort of not being alone through this gives him the strength he needs to get through it, and he hopes that he can shed that same strength to his S/O. Griffon complains about the mushy romantic spiel that V sings, flocking off to go and check if the power's back on. While the mouthy bird is out of the picture, he returns his attention to being assuring that all will be okay, as it is not the end... yet. Of course, it's within his nature to be a little teasing to them, and he enjoys watching the way they react to his words. When the power does return, he won't be releasing them from his grasp any time soon. V quite likes snuggling with his S/O and he'd like to be with them for a little longer before they eventually do get up to leave.

Nero

He's a little irritated when the power goes out, and ends up cursing the storm for the lack of lights in the house. Nero looks to his S/O and asks if they're okay before he even starts to do anything else, making sure they're all good first and then going to start the backup generator. At the least, he's got a backup plan, thanks to Nico for providing him with a spare(at a 'good' price.)

"Come on you bastard", he's mouthing off to the generator as he yanks the cord to bring it to life.

Nero returns to his partner as soon as that's been squared away, and takes their hand in his to go and grab the flashlights and other lights and what not. He looks around to see if there's anything that he might've forgotten about or if there's anything that his S/O hasn't done. He likes to be on top of things, even having a little plan that Kyrie made to go over until the power comes back on. It isn't the end of the world, but he hates sitting still for too long, even if all that's left to do is to wait. He'd have called Kyrie too by then, asking if the boys are doing okay while he's here with his S/O.

If his S/O happens to be anxious without the power, Nero probably won't be of much help. He's a better listener than he is the guy to go to for advice, awkwardly standing around while Kyrie would cry about something that happened to her or that she was going through. He's gotten better over the years though. He'll take his partner to the couch and make sure they're nice and cozy, offering them an earbud to take and listen to some music while he sits with them, waiting for the storm to pass and eventually for the power to return. He's attentive, and tries, and that's all that anyone can ever really ask for.

When the power does come back, he's cracking a smile, and even hits them with something witty and sarcastic.

"Was that so bad? You did just fine"

And they did! And he presses a little kiss to their forehead.

Credo

He had expected such to happen when he caught the forecast on the news just a few days prior. He suspected that something like the power going out would happen, and so he's pleasantly pleased with himself when he managed to be correct in his assessment.

"Not to worry, I've got this", Credo assures his S/O as he moves with a calmness to gather the things that he has prepared in case such an emergency were to arise. There are bottled waters, flashlights, and the like.

One could even say that Credo's a little too prepared. He makes his calls to Kyrie and Nero, making sure that they're alright and have everything just as he had instructed Kyrie. While with his S/O, he's going over what the plan is and etc. The one-winged devil is a little impatient with things, pacing around the house as he waits for the power to return, and checks in with his partner to make sure that they're okay too. It might take their own assurance that things are okay to calm him down from his restlessness.

Credo isn't usually one to have his feathers ruffled, but there are times where even he loses his cool, like when the Order used his sister to further their own goals. It was absolutely unacceptable, and he'd hope that her, Nero, and the boys were doing just as fine as him and his S/O were. If his S/O were to become anxious during the predicament at any point, he'd stop his own fretting for a moment to address theirs. He'd apologize if he had any part to take in causing it, and promptly pull them into a hug, after asking if it were okay to hug them. His formalities could be found endearing, even after all this time, and they do end up calming his partner down. The distraction is more than appreciated as he tries to figure out what to talk about.

Although one may find that he's not so good with small talk, and curses himself for not being better at it for their sake.

Sparda

The dark knight doesn't see a power outage as a problem, even finding it a bit trivial that the lights went out all because of a silly little storm? He alerts you rather loudly that there isn't any power.

"Dear!! The lights have gone out! Is everything alright?"

Funny how he could create the contraptions necessary to power the Temen-Ni-Gru, but simple electricity puzzles him. Ah, oh well. He could easily provide a bit of light with a bit of magic. He was quite good at that, and he does well to emulate a bit of light for him and his S/O to walk around the house if he wasn't too busy with reading or doing anything else the moment the power went out. His main priority is his partner and after seeking them out, he's making sure that they're alright and taken care of. Upon finding them, he'll snake his arms around their trunk before pulling them close to himself.

"That didn't scare you did it?", he'd ask as he smirks into the back of their head, pressing a kiss to their hair as he takes a gander at the state of their abode.

He's off to check on other things if his beloved is fine and dandy. With a bit of his devil's magic he'd even start on preparing them some tea to enjoy until the power comes back on. Sparda does enjoy using his talents every now and then, showing off his power in these small displays to charm his S/O further even though he's already secured them. It's something that he can't help. He does get a bit more serious if his partner happens to be a bit disturbed by the lack of power. It's almost like a 180, where his lightheartedness is replaced by being more levelheaded and attuned to every little thing from his partner. The pupils of his eyes narrow as he kneels before them, surrendering himself to them as he takes their hands into his own.

"Darling, if there is anything that I can do, you just need to say the word", he says in a sultry tone. He'll bring their hands to his lips as he thumbs over the back of them.

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ginsakatoki · 2 years

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Dante, Vergil and Nero with an Introvert S/O

This was asked in the master list’s comments two days ago, sorry for being late! Also, for anyone making requests now, I have a couple of requests pending so I might be a little slow but I promise they’re all coming! Thanks for understanding and enjoy!

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Dante is a very talkative man. He doesn’t mind that his S/O is an introvert at all, he actually finds it cute and makes it his life mission to have you talk more.

He will occasionally and unintentionally be annoying by asking them a thousand times if they’re okay because they’re naturally quiet.

Dante: Are you alright

S/O: Yes

Dante: Really?

S/O: Yes

Dante: You sure?

S/O: Yes, I’m sure.

Dante: Oh you’re annoyed now.

S/O: No, Dante, I’m not.

He will try to help them speak out more and he has good intentions, but it can be humiliating.

If they’re eating out or ordering something at a bar, their first instinct would be to let him talk. He always tries to get them to order.

He may or may not intentionally ask for the most specific things to see them struggle.

S/O: Could I have a cappuccino please and uhm… a non-fat Frappucino with extra whipped cream?

Dante: Aren’t you forgetting something

S/O, blushing, looking at him and the Starbucks employee: And chocolate.

Dante, beaming: Good girl/Good boy.

He can be aggressive in his attempts, but he isn’t malicious. If he notices that they’re struggling too much he will intervene and save the day.

Their introvertedness gives him a calm he’s not really used to, so he loves staring at them for no reason.

Whever he sits at his desk and they’re nearby, he always leans on his hand and stares at them with a lovesick smile he can’t seem to brush off.

Overall, he’s a very supportive boyfriend and, while his methods can be brutal, they’re effective.

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Vergil is introverted himself so he understands the struggles his S/O goes through.

Talks with Vergil are usually short and essential, he’ll hardly ever start long conversations.

If he does, he prefers to be on the listening side of things so he’d ask about their interests or hobbies (he has discovered that his S/O gets very chatty when talking about their interests)

Sitting on the couch reading

Vergil: You seem invested, what are you reading?

S/O: Nothing much, just a novel I picked up from the library this morning.

Vergil: Doesn’t look like nothing, you haven’t eaten all day.

S/O, closing the book: OKAY SO let me tell you all about it.

They proceed to talk his ear off for the rest of the day.

If anyone ever bothers his S/O about being too shy or quiet, Vergil will just stand behind them and glare at the person until they leave.

Nobody messes with his S/O. Dante made that mistake once, almost got himself a one way ticket to Hell.

When planning dates, Vergil makes sure to let his S/O know when, how and where they’re going, in deep detail.

Vergil: Would you like to eat dinner with me at this new restaurant? The place is near that park you like, very quiet and reserved. There usually aren’t many people and the food seems to be delicious.

S/O, worrying about which clothes to wear: Okay

Vergil: I’ll pick you up at seven. I got you some clothes to wear this evening, if you’d like.

Very caring boyfriend, even though he doesn’t really show it.

Introvert approved.

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Nobody really knows how Nero does it, but he reads his S/O’s mind.

Everytime they need something they just look at Nero and he’ll suddenly give it to them, no questions asked.

S/O staring at the cupboard: ...

Nero: hi there

S/O looks at him: ...

Nero opening the cupboard and grabbing their favourite mug: You’re welcome sweetheart.

He doesn’t exactly help them with their introvertedness to be honest. He acts like the extroverted boyfriend that fixes all the problems for their introverted S/O.

This is only what it looks like to outsiders though. In reality Nero and his S/O talk a lot about their introvertedness and he tries to give them advices on how to handle things on their own.

S/O: I get uncomfortable around people because it’s like they’re staring and judging me. What if I say or do something wrong?

Nero: What if you say or do something right? Plus you don’t really know if they’re judging you or not.

S/O: … they look like they do?

Nero, softly flicking their forehead: You’re overthinking this. Besides, even if they were, you should let them. We both know you’re the best.

He often cups his S/O’s cheek and kisses them softly whenever they are feeling insecure.

The day his S/O orders on their own instead of telling him what they’d like to eat, he’s overjoyed.

See? It wasn’t that bad

Very supportive boyfriend, 10/10 would reccomend.

It took me an hour and 5 attempts to load this because internet was NOT collaborating. I hope you enjoyed it.

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sk-mumu · 2 years

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fully convinced this would be dante

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc dante #dante x reader #dante x you #dmc imagines #dmc headcanons #dmc hc #devil may shitpost #dmc shitpost #dmc meme

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m0chaminx · 1 year

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Reboot!Dante General Headcannons

*•.¸♡Request : hey there! how are you? I'm good thank you. can you pls make some fluff and/or smut headcannons with reboot!dante? fem or gn is fine. thank youuu!

*•.¸♡Warnings: NSFW topics... features? no strict NSFW

*•.¸♡Paring : Reboot!Dante x gn!reader

Living in a trailer by a theme park may not have been the most luxurious living space, but for a first date - not bad

Dante isn't normally the type to spoil anyone but seeing all the other couples and their partners with stuffed toys, he turned it into a competition

Dante nudged his hip against yours, bringing your focus away from the Ferris wheel. "Want one?"

You followed his eyes to the high striker and laughed. "The hammer game? Sure, if you want me to look like an idiot."

"Not the hammer dumbass," Dante said, shaking his head while laughing softly. "One of the prizes?"

You looked up at him with a teasing smile. "You wanna win me something? I get something from the great Dante. I must be in luck."

"Want on or not?"

"Hell yes."

By the time you left the carnival, your arms were full

Mans is a massive flirt perv

I'm talking arms slung over your shoulder or around your hips, whispering in your ear (dirty shit most of the time)

You could be doing the most menial things and he'll just slide up behind you, drop his head low and whisper either the sweetest things or the most insane raunchy ideas only a devil could come up with

While Dante may start off with the cool boy attitude, and sometimes his humour may be a bit mean, he is such a loverboy

You ask this man to do something and it doesn't matter what, he is there

He is head over heels and so sweet

Bear hugs, random kisses and sometimes he'll just stare

You're the most beautiful person he's ever seen, why look away?

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xopinkroses · 2 years

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Oh boy this one is kind of heavy but I'd like to see Sparda men (and maybe some other dmc characters if you want) reaction when their s/o unfortunately get into a situation that the guys have to mercy kill them. You can skip this ask if you don't like

DMC boys Being Forced to Mercy Kill Reader♥

Summary; Something terrible happens to you, leading to Dante, Vergil and Nero having to make the most painful choice of their lives. Warnings; Death, mercy killing, heavy heavy angst, swearing, descriptions of blood and fatal injury.

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Dante

How could everything go so horribly wrong in just a few seconds? You're laying in your bed, the one you both share, and you're crying. Short sobs of pure agony as your blood burns like acid through your pulsating, discoloured veins. And all Dante can do is watch. Watch and know that there is nothing he can do for you. Too afraid to even touch you.

You were infected with something while fighting a demon, too slow to dodge the spray of poison it projected to you. The effects were almost instant, and Dante knew instantly how this was going to end.

There is no cure. No hope. Sitting by your bedside, he knows what he should do. But he doesn't have the strength to end your suffering. He's a coward, he can't deny it.

But how can he be expected to do such a thing? To… kill the person he loves most. How is that fair?

You're not stupid. You know that your chances are nonexistent. "I'm sorry," you cry. "I love you."

The only thing you could feel other than pain– is guilt. You did something incredibly stupid, and now you were going to have to leave Dante all alone.

Your words do nothing to comfort your distraught boyfriend, serving only as a sick reminder of what he is about to lose. Somehow making this even harder.

He rocks back and forth, hugging himself like he's physically trying to hold himself together. "I love you too," He manages to say, voice shaking with the spasms in his chest. "Fuck– I love you so much."

"Please, can you hold me?" You don't want to die alone, all you want as a last request is to die in the arms of the man you love.

Dante finds his resolve in the finality of your request, and carefully scoops you up into his arms. The contact hurts, but you cling to him anyway. This is your last moment together. You want to imprint the feeling of him close to you into your memory, something to take with you when you go.

Dante finally lets his tears fall now that you are unable to see them. He places a kiss to the top of your head, allowing himself to just be here with you as you cry into his chest. His hands brush up your neck to hold the back of your head. You don't see it coming.

'snap'

Your body goes limp in his arms. Head lolling unnaturally, swivelling on a broken neck, to fall against his shoulder. He can't look at you, knowing lifeless, hollow eyes will be the thing staring back at him.

Dante screams, but you don't hear him. You can't.

Vergil

The scream that rings through the clearing has Vergil freezing in his tracks. He turns around just in time to see you suspended in midair– impaled through the abdomen by one of the demon’s clawed tentacles. Time stands still and all he can do is watch as you weakly struggle against the pain, a waterfall of red splashing into puddles below you.

Then the demon yanks itself free of you, and you come plunging to the ground. Vergil is already moving before his thoughts can even catch up with the events unfolding. He catches you before you make contact with the ground, gently lowering you down as he cradles you in his arms. A numbness has settled inside of him, and he’s grateful for it. There’s no way he can handle this otherwise.

“Hold on,” He says, an uncharacteristically pleading tone to his voice. “I will return for you.”

Stepping away from you, his demeanour is one of ice cold fury, a raging storm that could rip up entire civilisations out of existence. In a haze, he makes quick work of the demon that did this to you. The sound of his own screaming failing to reach his ears– all he hears is an echo of your cries. They only begin to quiet down when the evil being’s insides are splayed out before him. But with it dead, Vergil has no choice but to look at you.

You haven’t moved, he notes, looking you over in a detached kind of observation. The colour has drained from your skin, having bled out from the gaping hole in your midsection. The area around you has turned dark crimson with your blood, it seeps into the earth and surrounds you like your very own hellish aura.

Willfully ignoring the squishing blood-soaked dirt under his knee, he kneels down beside you. His face is grave as he looks you over. Any other person would fail to decipher the emotion on his face, but you know him too well.

Vergil’s heart is actively being cracked open, and it only shatters more with your next few words. Only a few… but enough to haunt him for the rest of his miserable life.

“Vergil, honey,” You croak, coughing. “Please, make it stop.”

Vergil has always been able to compartmentalise his emotions. Tuck certain things away to deal with later, he forces himself to do this now. He agrees to grant your final request. The word ‘yes’ tasting rotten on his tongue. With an unbearable heaviness in his bones, he slowly straightens up to his full height.

He’s stalling for time as he looks down at Yamato in his clenched fist, skin stretched white over bone. One swipe is all it’ll take, he muses. Just one.

“May we meet in another life, my love.”

He gives you no time to prepare for the blow, making it quick. Your life snuffed out in the blink of an eye– Along with his very soul. You were struck down in the heat of battle, a true warrior's death. Vergil wishes that fact could bring him any comfort. But there is no comfort for people like him, only pain and suffering. For him and the ones he cares about.

What a sick joke, he thinks as his composure breaks and an anguished sob tears up his throat.

You deserved so much better.

Nero

He’s in a living nightmare. One that he wants nothing more than to wake up from. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t want to do this.

“Please wake up! Please wake up, please!”

His hands are sticky with red, clutching onto your cold, limp figure as he sobs into the crook of your neck. The Red Queen is tossed a good few feet away, blade covered in blood. Your blood.

You remain unresponsive in his arms, but beyond all logical reason; Nero tries to convince himself that you’re just sleeping. You got knocked unconscious during the fight but you’re fine. It’s not your blood– it’s not! But he can’t, because he’s all too painfully aware of the events that just transpired before his very eyes.

He didn’t want to do it. You gave him no choice!

You were possessed, he later learns. You didn’t want to hurt him either. But right now, all he knows is that his lover launched themself onto the blade of his sword after trying to kill him. Impaling yourself and ensuring you couldn’t hurt him again. He can’t process his thoughts through the panic, the guilt and the begging. Begging for forgiveness, for you to come back, for anything.

This is how his uncle and father find him, screaming and crying hysterically, holding you in a desperate embrace.

“You’re okay, angel– everything’s gonna be okay–”

Knowing they can’t leave him there, alone with the corpse of his lover, Dante and Vergil have to pry his hands off your body and drag him away kicking and screaming. He curses at them and pleads for you to answer him. But you don’t.

You’re dead.

And Nero will never forgive himself.

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