If youre taking requests, can i get dante, vergil and nero on if reader got rly hurt badly and they suddenly confess on accident cuz they were scared they werent going to have the chance?
Dying Love
𝔄/𝔑: God its been so long since I posted, here's this ig, you can also just tell that Dante is my favourite bro
𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤'𝔰: Dante x Gn!reader, Vergil x Gn!reader, Nero x Gn!reader
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Mentions of blood, my ahhh writing
Dante:
✮Dante’s seen a lot of bloodshed in his life, but never had he felt this amount of panic before. He doesn't really understand why, he's lost people close to him many times so why now did he feel so... helpless? Like the one good thing in his life, the one constant, the one person he knew would stay was being be ripped away from him?
That's when it hits him, he doesn't just like you, he loves you. You had seen him at his worst and he had seen you on the verge of breaking. You knew him past his performance, past his jokes and past the barriers he put up so no one would try to break him.
✮That's when he spills, like a waterfall finally being able to fall, he cries. For once in his life he speaks about what he feels. He holds your bloody body and spills every thought he's had in the back of his mind since he started trusting you. And all you could do was listen, listen as a man who never trusted anyone, let himself speak as if he had finally found the words he had been longing to say since the first time he ever trusted you. And all you could do was listen, no bone in your body could move, no bone in your body could console him and wipe his tears as much as you wanted to. it was if you were screaming und no one could hear you.
✮When he's finally told that you'll be ok, he’s nervous. He had just said every thing he had been holding back and he didn't even know if you felt the same. Please hold him and tell him the feeling is mutual, he's dying to know
Vergil:
✮Vergil doesn't want to admit that he holds you close, that he always looks out for you... That he loves you, it’s illogical, loving you doesn't bring him power it doesn't make him stronger, in fact it did the opposite. He thought himself unworthy of your love, of the one thing he craved more than power.
✮So when Vergil saw you, covered in blood, struggling for air he knew that something had to change. You were something he cherished, as much as he hated to admit it you truly were woven into his heart. He was unsure about what todo, was there any saving you? If you were going to die now, die knowing what weighed on his heart. He held you body, not caring about the blood soaking his hands and spoke. His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he couldn't believe the wards he was saying. He didn't know if you hated him or if the feeling was mutual considering the ant you couldn't speak.
✮Lord have mercy on him when you wake up und ask him about what he had said to you...
Nero:
✮Nero couldn't understand what was infont of him, you always made him laugh, like you knew when the world was heavy on him. Everything felt lighter with you, so seeing you bloody and laid out on the ground felt like something straight from a hell crafted for him. This wouldn't happen to you... You wouldn’t leave him would you?
✮That's when tears fall down his cheeks, he could care less about who was watching when you were infront of him struggling to breath and keep your eyes open. That's when the would decided to finally tell him what that worm feeling was whenever he was around you... Love, it was love. And now that he knew what this feeling was he thought you had a right to know as well. Nero had never been particularly good with words but now that death was looming over your head he spoke, he spoke whatever came into his mind, because you had the right to know, he needed you to know, if he didn’t tell you he was just going to regret this forever.
✮After the most dreadful several hours of his life he finally gets the news that you’ll be ok, he’s a little hesitant to see you know that he just gave you a full on Shakespeare poem about hoe he loved you but when you tell him you feel the same you’ll catch the first genuine smile on his face since the incident.
Hi ninja ! I binged your sparda boys fics soni wanted to request smt <3
Could you do sparda boys react to readers thighs (they look small but when she sits they become big and juicy tighs) espacially when reader sits down and they expand >_<
Ofc if you dont want to its ok ! And pls tag me if you do :p
@yourarabkogal lol i have those and it's one of the reasons why i never wear a skirt because it just looks so weird when I sit! Thanks so much for requesting, and for being patient enough for me to get around to finishing this!
Sparda boys x Thick Thighed!Fem!Reader headcannons
Note: Suggestive, but nothing too explicit.
¤ Dante ¤
-Dante does check you out, but he isn't looking at you all the time. Well, he is, but not like that. While he likes a nice pair of slender legs, like yours appear to be, he won't be oogling at them like some kind of drunken perv.
-Since he is relatively casual with his observations, he doesn't notice much when you sit and your thighs just expand like a cake in the oven.
-However, the longer you're around him, the more he's gonna look at you, even in passing, which means he's likely to notice one day. When he does, he isn't going to embarrass you or say anything mean, because why would he?
-He could just feel you up instead.
-If you express your embarrassment regarding your thighs, he will reassure you by complimenting how juicy your thighs look and how he'd love to be squashed between them.
■ Vergil ■
-Vergil is an observant fellow; he needs to be, in order to survive.
-Naturally, whenever he encounters new people or just walks into a room, he does a quick scan of everyone nearby, noting whether they appear to be concealing weapons or just look shifty in general. Of course, during these scans, he will notice those voluptuous forelegs of yours and make mental note of them.
-Vergil has never considered himself to be a kinky individual, but that all changes once he watches you sit down.
-That moment was the first moment during which the mighty Vergil has ever wanted to be a chair, and as long as you're here, it won't be the last.
-So don't be embarrassed of your legs, be proud. Your thick thighs make Vergil's knees weak.
□ Nero □
-Nero is the youngest of the Sparda Boys and is most likely the only one who is aware of the "thicc thighs save lives" meme.
-Whether or not he agrees is a private matter that he's never had a reason to internally debate, until now.
-He thought you were another small-legged creature like almost everyone else he knows, until you copped a squat and he felt his face heat up watching your thighs spread out, akin to the way cookies do on a baking sheet.
-Does he want to squeeze them? Yes. Does he want to walk up to you right now and ask you if you'd mind him doing a variety of other dirty things to you? Yes. Does he? No!
-Nero will not say a word. If he does, he'll never live it down. What he will do instead is gently boost your confidence by offering you an occasional compliment whenever you seem a little too self conscious.
Cast: Dante, Vergil, Nero, V,and Urizen (Will be doing the girls next time!)
"The Umbre never fails!"
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♡ Dante Sparda ♡
This man does not know how he managed to pull someone let alone an Umbre Witch such as yourself
The first meeting between yall was when he was called for a "demon" problem but was greeted with a bunch of destruction caused by invisible forces (thought it was ghosts)
"Angels? They exist?", will probably be his first thought when he saw a bright light beaming down on him as angels descended down gracefully
Bud was in a TRANCE when he saw a tall individual with a tight bodysuit hugging their body fighting these abominations known as Angels with guns (Does his eyes deceived him or are their guns attached to your heels?)
He will probably joined in to get close to the strange yet attractive witch (The angels HATED it because Dante smelt of a demon)
"So, what's a tall, fine looking glass such as yourself doing around these parts of town?", he inquired, adding a pinch of flirting to his words. Wielding his beloved Ebony & Ivory, he projected bullets towards the group of Affinities. The Umbre Witch gaze over at the red demon, hitting every Applaud and Affinities with great precision. "Well if isn't the Son of Sparda, thought you'll be taller. Never expected you to use those cheap toys", their sultry voice reached his ears. He could sense that little smirk of theirs
Doesn't know whether he should be offend you call his precious handguns cheap toys or be aroused by your voice and the way you sway your body around as if you were some kind of succubus
Definitely used a sort of pick up line after the battle but it will be so bad that the only sound you could hear were crickets. (Dante is trying his best y'all, he's just nervous and messed up)
Surprisingly, the two of you kept meeting up whenever there was trouble brewing between you and the Angel of Paradiso
These meetings lead to a mutual understanding between y'all, building a shocking good friendship that soon blossom into a beautiful romance between a half hybrid and an Umbre Witch
Be prepare to let this man be all over you because he is TOUCH-STRAVED. Will be hugging and cuddling you for hours and won't let go. At least you got yourself a nice teddy bear! (He's the little spoon)
He'll be completely in awe whenever you're fighting. The way your figure danced and the seductive suggestions you make stirs something within him
He will be caught off guard if you're summoning your demon contracts like Gomorrah or Madame Butterfly, because your bodysuit disappeared and a swirl of h/c hair surrounds your naked body, covering your private parts while leaving your gloves, shoes, and watch visible
He got turned on at the mere sight of your almost bare body.
Finds out your bodysuit is just your hair which makes him wonder the logic behind it, in the end, his brain got fried by the complexity of it
Will definitely want to make a demon contract with you just so he can appear whether if it's dealing with a Beloved and Fortuna or just having smexy time with you
Loves dancing with you! You matched his flamboyant, outgoing personality and style. Hell, y'all be dancing while fighting Grace and Glory along with some demons like Abyss and a Queen Empusa (Like when Cereza summoned Rodin and they danced)
The two of you will definitely trade weapons. You'll use Cerburus while he'll use Shuraba
Will give you a ride on his motorcycle, Cavaliere and have a joy ride and showing off the places and scenery Redgrave has to offer
Expect the dates to somewhat be cheap but filled with love and care put into it. On your first date, he found a nice, peaceful scenery by the woods and order pizza with two bottles of red wine
His bills will sometimes be pay by you because you be making that money like that (We love a girl boss 🤞). He always (50/50 chance) return the favor one way or another
It's surprising seeing someone taller than him as he stands at 190 cm but he LOVES it. He's infatuated with you, always staring up at you and slipping a few glimpse at your chest while rubbing the stubbles on his chin. (Loses his mind when you dominant him and-, Dante...why are you on your knees..?)
Honestly, it still fathoms him how he managed to pull you but is very grateful for you. Loves you to death and will do anything you ask!
♤ Vergil Sparda ♤
Vergil felt challenged at the mere sight of you. Something was immensely off about your aura...
The first meeting was probably at a café shop that was known for its good tea and numerous books. The moment you step foot into the café was the moment Vergil took his eyes off of his poetry book
The long strides you made, swinging your hips to the side and sauntered with confidence just added more to his suspension (He's already fallen under your spell, it's love he's feeling)
Somehow, your boisterous flare sparked and left a mark within his cold heart...He didn't know what happen but the two of y'all were chatting passionately about poetry. 'What were you? A witch or something?', he ponders, maintaining that seldom expression as he scrutinizes you
Ironically enough, he was right. He found out when you displayed such ferocious strength against your battle with two Ardors (He just sat there, watching you tossed and used wicked weave on the red armor angels)
Just seeing you battle made him motivated to display his strength and power in front of you
He will join your battle and utilize Yamato, slicing and dicing Gracious and Glorious, tearing down the tricky angels with great accuracy (These angels are known for being quite challenging)
He will definitely interfere with your battles; instead of you fighting them, he'll be the one fighting them. Don't bother trying to argue with him about it, he's already taken down five Harmony and the Fearless, Fairness duo
The only reason he's doing it is to display his extraordinary power, to prove that he's truly the Dark Knight and some mere angels will not make a fool out of Sparda's kin
Another reason is because of demon traditions. Being in the Underworld for a long time and dedicating his time in studying his demon origins, he found out a common courting practice conducted in hell was for demons to fight and show off their strength to their desired mate in hopes of winning them over
Looks like his courting technique help him as he managed to pull the Umbre Witch
The deep navy blue blade came in contact with the black scabbard, returning safely to its cozy home. His back faced the angels once he landed on the gravel ground. Screams of Garcious and Glorious echoed the arena, filling the quietness with screeches; a blinding light emerged from them as they combusted into halos and feathers.
"How utterly weak. They serve as servants and protecters of humanity yet they hardly done anything to me. Foolish angels", the kin of Sparda remove his fingerless glove off the tsukamaki. Soft giggles escaped from behind him. Turning his head a bit, he was greeted with a tall witch, hands on their hips as their gaze stared down at his blue eyes. "Vergil, you were the one to challenged them. My, are you trying to court me?", you mused, a smirk started to etched on your face. The ex Demon King of Hell didn't answer you, but the silence gave you an answer.
Amazed, you sauntered towards him and leaned down to his height. You whispered something to his ear and cat walked away, leaving Vergil alone with his cheeks dusted in the lightest yet soft hue of pink.
Since then, the two of you been taking on angels and occasionally demons along your journal. Vergil claims he wanted to know about the angel species hence to why he is traveling with you (Y'all are dating, he's just too..., stubborn to admit he wants to be by your side)
Will document the various angels he encounters in a small journal you gifted him. Watch him become Luka's father in a bit
Oh? You're reciting something in Enochian? Be expected to see him reading old, ancient books regarding that language. He will ask demand you to teach him the language. (He's constantly studying and practicing everyday!)
When you perform a torture attack, he'll be impressed as it represents a sort of human torture devices from human history. He'll be watching you as you do a torture attack while displaying your seductive, arousing gestures. Very interested in it and will write about it in his small journal
Oh boy, when you perform a demon summoning and your "clothes" vanished, he will be stun. He, being the gentleman he is, will try to cover your (almost) bare body with his blue coat. Like as soon as you do your summoning, a blue coat is draped around your shoulders, shielding your naked body and curves from any prying eyes. (The only eyes that'll be looking at your figure is Vergil's as he's just standing there with his arms crossed, staring at you with his normal stoic expression)
Demands you to make a demon contact with him to show people your his and he's yours. He'll be proud if you summon him, gladly fight for you but won't outright say it. Just knowing that your his "mate" (his demon urges is skyrocketing rn) makes him feel blessed and content; he just claims you as his just like his books and katana (HA! Take that Dante!)
Dates will be either be in a quiet place away from humans or in a café. If he's being fancy enough, he'll take you to an expensive restaurant
Sparing and relaxation will be the highlights of yall's quality time toghter! Just be prepare because Vergil won't go easy on you. He knows you're powerful so why should he hold back? He wants to be at an equal level with you
Wanna see him flustered? Activate your Witch Time during your sparring and press various kisses on him. The best part is, he can feel your lips all over his face. There you go! Now you have the Dark Slayer glancing away from you, rosy pink dusted his cheeks accompanying him with red lipstick you imprinted on his face
Your height difference clearly made the blue demon felt like he was being challenged. You being taller than him? Haha, as if that'll stop him for being the dominant one in this relationship. He needs to uphold his infamous status, he won't be submissive (Okay...maybe sometimes if he's feeling strangely friendly)
◇ Nero Sparda ◇
Nero didn't really care about you when you first appeared in the church; he was just laying back, jamming to his music as he dazed off
Although, when you approached him, your tall stature and nun outfit seemingly cause him to snap out of his trance
Your sultry yet angelic voice definitely caught his attention as he can't seem to avert his gaze away from you
Will act like you didn't affect him in a way but its so obvious that the anti-social, hot-headed teen was admiring you, practically following you like a lost puppy
Whenever he's helping you with whatever, he'll try to start up some conversation like, "Where are you from?" Or "Why are you a nun here on this nobody island ?" Of course he received the same answer, "Quite the curious type lil pup? Next time dear". (He's pissed off you called him a pup but doesn't expressed his anger towards you)
Somehow, he's been spending more time with you without realizing it. From helping you carry stuff to socializing with you
One night, you and him were at the isolated parts of the town, gathering supplies The Order needed. What started off as a peaceful night shifted drastically to a slightly noisy one as some petty angels decided to ruin yall's quality time
Originally, Nero thought they were demons but with the bright light, angelic sounds, and them descending down with grace, he immediately knew they were angels. 'Wait, angels existed? Why are they coming towards us? Is our time up?', will probably be the thoughts circulating in his head. Oh Nero, if you knew they weren't coming towards you, rather a particular nun standing next to you
When he saw their weapons, his first instincts was to protect you, pull out Blue Rose, and shoot warning shots at them. Before he could, your voice rang out in your normal tone as if you weren't bother by their appearance. 'Were nuns this comfortable when they come face to face with servants of God?'.
One minute you were standing next to him, the next you were in the air, grabbing their legs and tossing them around like a rag doll. He didn't know what to do: should he help you or stay in place? Wait a minute...WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING THEM!?
He tried to call you but couldn't help but admired the way your form moves in the air; it was a sight for sore eyes. But he snaps out of it and rushes in to assist you
Sounds of shearing caught his ears which made him averted his gaze towards you. His eyes widened when he realized your white, pristine outfit ripping with every strike the Affinities launched towards you; it didn't helped that you were moaning
His face is bright red, eyes gawking at your figure. He thought nuns were classy, religious but nah, here you were being seductive and moaning with no shame at all. (He's a hormonal teenage y'all bare with him plz; his thoughts about you being the ideal nun was flushed down the drain)
Once your clothes were torn, you pulled them off, standing naked in view. Luckily (or not) a shadow casted over you before your hair latched itself on your body, turning into your tight bodysuit. At least you have some clothes on. And here you go fighting angels as if it was the most casual thing ever
Blood splattered on the cold cobblestone pavement. Gunshots rang throughout the area, followed with some shrieks and cries. The Umbre Witch sent a kick towards an Affinity, weaving about while projecting bullets towards the other enemies. The Holy Knight assisted the witch, striking and plunging angels below him with his brilliant revolver. The two didn't made much conversation, only focusing on their targets in front of them. Although, one of them breaks the tense atmosphere
"You should use that arm of yours, pup. It'll be more effective on them", they mentioned, glancing at the Devil hunter. Nero scoffed, covering his abnormal right arm futher in his cast as he delivered bullets and kicks to the angelic targets.
"Don't come talking about that when we're dealing with these what angels. Why are they here?! Why are you so calm?! What are you?!", he barked questions after questions, clearly being in his hot-tempered state. Giggles erupted from your lips. "Be patient puppy". "I'M NOT A PUPPY!".
After your small battles with the Affinities, Nero begin to demand answers about what the hell was all of this. So, you ended up telling him everything which seemed to calm him a bit
After the whole ordeal, angels will be an occasional thing in his life now all thanks to you! But these battles with them brought you two closer. I guess shredding bloodshed on angelic beings can stimulate a relationship
You manged to convince him to accept his demon arm which he gladly embraced! You help him with his abilities and even gave him advices on how he can perfect it
Sparring will be a common thing between y'all! The two of you will sneaked off into the woods and practice for a while until Nero is tired out
Nero finally court you after the incident between a red demon, the Order, and their attempts to take over the world! (Dante, Lady, and Trish were just standing there as they watch the stubborn yet now bashful teen express his love to you, smiling at his sudden change in behavior)
He'll be asking all sorts of question regarding your witch origins. From your watch to demon summonings and abilities. If he had such features of a dog, his tail will be rapidly wagging as his ears perked up in interest
Expect to receive gifts from him! He just wants to spoiled you even though he knows you have the money to spoil yourself and him
Sneaking off will be a common thing between y'all. Either you will be ditching Luka or him stepping away his Holy Knight duties and quickening his missions. Sigh...such young love
Common dates will be sauntering around the town, visiting shops and cafés or it'll be in the woods, the two of you enjoying nature and the tranquil atmosphere
When he got his haircut and out grew his teen face, he thought he wouldn't get tease by you anymore. Unfortunately, his new appearance made you tease him more. You still called him a puppy which he is pissed at but couldn't help but love that silly nickname you persistent on keeping
He will take you on his missions with demons and explored new areas with you, taking your hand gently and gesturing you around the foreign area
♧ V ♧
He thought you were an angel in his eyes....ironic enough, you were the opposite of that
He woke up in your apartment, confusion written all over his face as a rather large yet soft blanket covered his body
When he finally sat up, memories surfaced up from last night; realizing that he passed out due to overworking himself with that Nidhogg suddenly popping out of nowhere
"Ah, you're finally awake", a voice called out to him, making him direct his gaze to where that voice was. There you were, sitting on a chair with...Shadow laying against your chair with Griffon sitting on your table.
"V, thank goodness you're awake! This crazy minx tried to cook me!", the black hawk squawked, pointing his wing at you. "Decitful hag!", he exclaimed. A smirk tugged your lips. "Such a foul mouth you have, perhaps I should punish you, how about feeding you to my little pets hm? Or having all those feathers of yours pluck out", a dangerous glint shimmered in your eyes, making the demon shut up quickly. Grumbling underneath his breath, he swiftly flew over to his owner and perched on his shoulder.
The man glanced around the apartment, taking in everything before shifting his gaze back to you. "Where am I?", he asked. "You're in my apartment, dear. Found you resting along the cold dirt peacefully", you answered, standing up from you seat which caused the cat demon to opened her eyes. V couldn't help but stare at you with keen interest; you had a weird aura surrounding you, and you weren't faze by the two demon familiars. Before he could say nothing else, a finger was placed on his lips. "Save the chit-chat for later and drink this", you offer him a glass of water. Griffon scoffed at you while Shadow came sauntering towards you, rubbing her head towards your leg. Who are you?
From there, conversations occured ranging from who you were to somehow poetry much to Griffon's annoyance. Although, all he receives from you was vague and vise versa (Ah don't we love the mysterious types)
Weirdly enough, the two of y'all become friends because of your mysterious (attractive) behaviors and somehow, you mingled your way into his life
V was wondering why you weren't so perplexed at his demon companions, weren't you human as well? Surely you'll be afraid of these abnormal creatures. And yet here you were petting Shadow's head and grooming Griffon's feathers (Which was revolutionary)
Sooner than later he acquired his answer when he came face with a...few Joys. Griffon and Shadow emerged out, beginning to attack them without V's commands. V was in utter shock, these were angelic beings? Have they came to atone him for his sins on behalf of his demon half? (Nah, they just scented a familiar aura on him from a certain witch)
Immediately, a wide curled ribbon of metal came whizzing towards him. Before he could call Shadow, a dark rose gold barrel of a gun collided against the metal ribbon. "You certainly won't get a man if you're throwing attacks at him", V's eyes widened when he heard your voice. Turning his head behind him, he noticed your stature looming over him
Surely enough, the Joy begin to thrashed the whip around, aiming at you relentlessly. You dodged it effortlessly, performing Witch Time and sending Wicked Weave towards the feminine being. As soon as V blinked, the being groaned loudly before bursting into a bright beam of light, blinding him which made him raise his arm over his eyes
Once the Joys were finally dealt with, halos and feathers scattered over the grass. Soon enough, both Griffon and Shadow returned to V's side. Shadow looked like she was ready to pounce on you while Griffon raise his wings, ready to sent a Blockade attack at you. "I knew it! You wicked bitch!", Griffon squawked which made you amused. "Perhaps I should feed you to Gomorrah. He'll be thrilled trying something new rather than souls and angels", your smile become a dangerous smirk. "Oh you!-".
V managed to calm the situation down, easing his familiars and keeping you at a safe distance from you. He finally inquired about what you were but you gave him a smile. You crouched down, placing your gloved hand over your maroon lipstick lips and blow a kiss towards him...or so it seems. Trio of heart projectiles blew passed him (one landed on his cheek) and shattered the angelic seal behind them, thus opening a small portal to Inferno. "Ask your little pets, it seems I must be off my way", you explained before sauntering away and disappearing
V placed a hand on his cheek, confusion etched his face as he stood there, collecting his thoughts. Slowly, he removed his palm, placing it down to his side; however, a light shade of pink dusted his pale cheeks
Brushing that thought away, he averted his attention back on his familiars. "What was she talking about?", his cool, calm voice reached them. Griffon sighed but reluctantly explained to him that you were an Umbre Witch
Hm? A witch that has demon contracts? So you were like him in a way in some sorts. You were an enticing person while he was a fragile human half of his original self
Nonetheless, he felt a connection between you
After this meeting, he ended up visiting you at your apartment one day. Book in hand, reading and waiting for you to open the door
You revealing your true identity left an impression on V. He knew you were a stunning person, but now? His admiration he had for you deepened immensely
These visits became more frequent and it looks like his pets became very comfortable around you. Griffon kept squawking at you, trying to find a comeback at your passive aggressive threats; Shadow is always by your side, demanding some pats and attention like some house cat
You somehow ended up filling your bookshelves with poetry V recommended for you
Eventually, your relationship with him sparked up into the next level: boyfriend & girlfriend
Expected this man to be his mysterious, quiet self. He's not that opened up but will sometimes alluded to stuff about him and his past like that time he mentioned that roses was his mother's favorite flowers
The next day he was greeted with bundles of roses and a small note.
Dear V,
Roses are beautiful creations, it represents love and passion but it also means commitment, respect, admiration, and harmony. Your mother must've been a brilliant rose
Love, Your Favorite Witch
(There's a lipstick mark on the small envelope)
With each word he read, his lips tugged into a smile. It was a heart felt message from you which made him content. He kept that letter in his book, always rereading it whenever he's far away from you
You will accompanied him whenever he's venturing somewhere that in invasive with demons and possible angels lurking around. (Griffon complains about it but enjoys your witty remarks)
When V summoned Nightmare, you were taken back by his white hair appearing, getting rid of every strand of jet black. When the battle is done, you're just running your hand through his hair which soothe him greatly
Sometimes when his limbs gives up on him, you just carry him around as if he weighs like a pillow of feathers. You prefer carrying him bridal style, enjoying him against your body and stare at your chest. (V is trying his best not to look at them)
"Love and harmony combine, And round our souls entwine. While thy branches mix with mine, and our roots together join. Joys upon our branches sit, chirping loud and singing sweet; like gentle streams beneath our feet, innocence and virtue meet", V recited the printed words in that brown-gold, embroidered book. He smiled, before turning the page.
"Alright lover boy, cut it out! If you think slashing and decimating angels in horrific ways is innocent and virtue, THEN YOU'RE DELUSIONAL!", Griffon yells. In the distance, you summoned a large chainsaw and cleave through a Hamrony. Blood sprayed everywhere before exploding into a pool of blood. "She's truly one of a kind", V smiled at you
Cuddles will be a common thing as you'll drag him to bed so he can get some sleep; his body desperately needs it. You'll trace his tattoos with slow strokes with a hint of suggestion into them
V cherished every moment he has with you because he knows this body of his will crumble away if he doesn't come face with his demon half; he just hopes you'll understand this revelation and still love him even when he merged with Urizen, turning back into Vergil
¤《 Urizen 》¤
Urizen despise you at first glance. There standing in all of glory was you with your hands on your hips
You sauntered towards him without a care in the world. You're emulate confidence and flamboyance with just your walk. Why wasn't a mere human like you crumbling to their knees at the sight of him?
You had the audacity to ask him if he seen a certain platinum witch with a coy smile. Your answer was received with a Qliphoth root launched towards you at ridiculous speed; fortunately, you did a back flip, activating your Witch Time
"Is that the way you treat woman? No wonder why you can't get none", you passively insulted him, eyes meeting his face. You scanned him up and down, shamelessly checking him out. "Foolish woman, how dare you stand against a king", he glares down, teeth baring at you. An 'o' shaped form on your lips, making you placed your gloved hand over your lips. A smirk etched across your face. "On second thought..., perhaps you have a way of swaying women", you swirled your Scarborough Fairs in your hands. "Let's dance, baby! Hope you're ready for a bloody coronation!", you winked at the demon king.
The battle continued for a while without no interruption. The both of you kept up with each other; you dodging the pillars of blue flames beneath you while that red crystal counter all of your Wicked Weave and bullets. Eventually, you realized that you're still looking for your Umbre sister
With a final attack, you swiftly perform some backflips to distance yourself from him. "Sorry big boy, but a friend is waiting for me", you placed your hands on your hips. A scorn growl erupted from the king. "You dare walk away from this skirmish. I'll have your head as compensation", his claw scratched his throne as the other remained on his cheek. You laughed at his declaration. "Is that the way you show people you're interested in them? Don't worry, I'll leave a parting gift", with that, you blew a kiss at him, winking before disappearing from his imposing domian
The mystery surrounding you, a human left him feeling a myriad of emotions: bloodlust, anger, and loathing coursed his demon blood, but wonder and a dash of aroused stirred his heart
You kept your end of your promise and showed up again after a week or so later. "How peculiar. Do you wish to yield and relinquish your fate, Umbre Witch?", he inquired, multiple eyes piercing down at you. "No I just missed you that's all", it seems like your answer earn a quiet sneer from him
Somehow, some way, Urizen didn't attack you; rather he observed you, scrutinized your stature and style. Tight bodysuit, odd guns strapped to your heels, a watch on the opening gape of your chest. Such a weird outfit a human wore. "Hm? My eyes are up here big shot", you called out
Heels clicked the miscolored root ground as small butterflies flew from you. You stand in front of him, hands on hips as you stared up at him. Dear, he is massive
Small talks emerged with you starting off first with Urizen sometimes replying or just listening to you. These random meetings somehow but amusing lead to a mutual bond between you: an alluring witch and the new Demon King
Urizen started to see you less as a weak human and more of a human who is stronger if not powerful than all of humanity. Of course his pride and position refused to acknowledge that you might have the chance to defeat him
These talks made Urizen understand or get a good idea of what emotions are. Happiness, sadness, frustration, pesky human emotions. Yet it seemed he may have been too keen on two things: admiration and curiosity. It's a weird feeling and he experienced it whenever he's by you. Soon, that admiration and curiosity led to love
He hated it; these galling sensations makes you weak. He refused to succumb to such disease. He was the Demon King, he needs power, not love. But he couldn't help but feel his demon blood coursing through his veins about the idea of having you as his mate
Thats the solution. In order to satisfy his infatuation for you and his power hungry desire, why not make you his mate? It's a demon's instinct to display ferocious power to a desired mate and court them, thus making them there's
One day, he abruptly cut off your words and command ask you to be his mate. If you disagree then he shall keep you here forever until you comply. Fortunately for him, you agreed but mentioned to tone down his tone when it came to demon customs which earned you a huff
This demon expects you to be by his side 24/7. You're going to be his queen after all, so why would you want to venture out of this humble domain and into what's left of Red Grave?
A queen must need a throne next to the king right? That could be improvise...but of course this is Urizen we are talking about. He'll have you sitting on his lap, more like his thick rooted layer thigh
He'll make sure you won't fall off his thigh with the help of Qliphoth roots. Just to be clear it'll be nearly impossible to get off his thigh. If you however wanna get off of him, he'll be a stubborn ass and refused to let you leave
The height difference is immensely noticeable. You stand at 8 feet while he's like 20 feet at best (I saw someone said he's like 20 feet and I'm going with that bc there's no sources confirming his height)
Performing affection such as hugs, kisses, and even sex is difficult because you know, he's enormous but y'all found a way to work it out. You'll kiss his rooted skin, caressing his skin which was surprisingly soothing to him. He won't admit it but he enjoys you peppering his cheek with kisses. Blowing a kiss and even dancing suggestively deepens his desire for you
He'll return the favor by picking you up and placing you in his palm, carefully and delicately brushing your face and hair with his long claw. Qliphoth roots will find its way to your body and caressed your body (you can take it as affectionate or....that way. Btw he could feel your curves and stuff!) He'll offer you heads of demons and even some halos of angels if their unfortunate souls found their way in his domain
He knew you were an Umbre Witch as soon as he saw you. You reeked of different, powerful demons that are well known in Inferno
He couldn't help but be annoyed and jealous that your soul was meant for them, not him. He wanted you to rely on him instead of your demon companions. But since its a contract, he couldn't break it no matter what. Yes, the Demon King couldn't interfere with demon contracts which greatly irritated him
Instead of fussing over it, he decided to display his extraordinary power and strength in front of you whenever opponents challenged him. He'll toy with them while delivering attacks to them. In his eyes, you'll be more willing to accept him more as his mate
Admires you whenever you demonstrated your power, although his demon instincts are telling him to make you rely on him instead of your power and abilities. He just wants you to be his submissive mate but even he knows that won't happen
He is determined to rule the world with you by his side, his pretty queen standing next to him. The perfect ideal dream will be fulfilled as soon as he consumed the Qliphoth Fruit. You shall be superior against every being and produce heirs to his throne (But that could only happen in another timeline though)
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Finally I'm done! Hope y'all enjoy this! Yes V's thing is long, I'm almost done with DMC 5 and this is my way of coping. I'm fine y'all
.. dated most recent to oldest , in order ; dante, vergil, nero, v, nico, lady
# — dante
threaded affection (‘25)
fem reader . sfw drabble . fluff
summary: your hands work magic over his worn coat and weary soul — a love sewn into every careful stitch.
after the storm, us (‘25)
gn reader . sfw drabble . fluff (?)
summary: anger’s heat cools into quiet care as you tend dante’s wounds — physical and emotional — mending the rifts with tender patience.
sweet toothed recipe (‘25)
gn reader . sfw drabble . fluff
summary: the scent of sugar and warm dough fills the air as dante finds sweetness in your baking—and in the quiet moments shared by the oven’s glow.
new light in old shadows (‘24)
is there even a reader mentioned . sfw headcanons . fluff
summary: dante embraces fatherhood with an unexpected tenderness, his fierce heart softened by the arrival of your daughter.
flirting between the numbers (‘24)
fem coded reader . sfw drabble . fluff
summary: dante’s cheeky charm lights up the mundane world of accounting, turning spreadsheets into sweet, teasing moments just for you.
whiskers and warmth (‘24)
gn reader . sfw drabble . fluff
summary: after a chaotic day, dante returns to a soft domestic chaos of multiplying cats — and the joyful life you share in their gentle company.
silent blades, loud hearts (‘24)
gn reader . sfw drabble . fluff (?)
summary: in the dangerous pulse of your world, dante’s steady presence grounds your fierce independence — a tender bond forged in secrets and trust.
oblivion (‘24)
gn reader . sfw headcanons . fluff
summary: dante’s subtle devotion flickers quietly as you remain blissfully unaware — a tender tension between silent yearning and casual oblivion.
doctor’s orders (‘24)
fem coded reader . sfw fic . fluff
summary: dante’s “injuries” are more than skin-deep — a playful excuse to linger in your care, a dance of vulnerability and quiet affection beneath the surface.
the gentle afterburn (‘24)
fem reader . sfw drabble . fluff / comfort (?)
summary: after a day weighed down by hardship, dante becomes your quiet refuge — healing hands and soft-spoken care soothing the ache that lingers beneath your skin.
between the chaos, a hearth (‘24)
gn reader . sfw headcanons . fluff
summary: delicate snapshots of dante’s softer side — quiet rituals, tender habits, and the warmth of everyday life shared with you, where love flickers in mundane gestures.
# — vergil
light against my shadow (‘25)
fem reader . sfw drabble . fluff
summary: your vibrant, outgoing spirit stirs vergil’s solemn depths, a fierce love born from opposites in perfect tension.
mending deep set bones (‘24)
gn reader . sfw headcanons . comfort??
summary: the tension of harsh words fades into lingering glances and quiet reconciliations, where love cuts deeper than anger.
seraphic (‘24)
fem coded reader . sfw headcanons . fluff
summary: your playful, teasing nature draws out vergil’s hidden smiles beneath his icy facade—a dance of light and shadow.
love between pages (‘24)
gn reader . sfw headcanons . fluff
summary: loves for a gentle bookworm—between quiet pages and sharp blades, their affection blooms softly.
on the morrow (‘24)
gn reader . sfw fic . comfort
summary: vergil’s stoic strength softens as he cares for you, his fierce loyalty unfolding in hushed, devoted moments.
# — nero
confessions in the aftermath (‘24)
gn reader . sfw drabble . fluff
summary: raw and unguarded, your confession breaks through the chaos — revealing the vulnerable heart beneath nero’s fierce exterior.
sparks beneath the skin (‘24)
gn reader . nsfw? drabble . suggestive
summary: stolen kisses ignite quiet flames — a teasing dance between hesitation and desire with nero’s reckless charm.
# — v
love between pages (‘24)
gn reader . sfw headcanons . fluff
summary: loves for a gentle bookworm—between quiet pages and sharp blades, their affection blooms softly.
sleep and shadow (‘24)
gn reader . sfw drabble . fluff
summary: in the dim quiet of the van, v’s soft smile blooms quietly as he watches you sleep — a tender pause in a restless world.
# — nico
cherry smoke and lazy grins (‘25)
gn reader . sfw drabble . fluff??
summary: the hum of the engine fades under her touch. grease-stained hands and smoke-kissed breath, she pulls you close — all heat and mischief, her grin wicked, your heart fluttering.
i had a cool thought I fw your hcs and fics so I present the idea of the sparda brothers with an angel/half angel partner.....
can be gender neutral s/o, but I think it would be cool to see them fight together and pull some crazy power couple shit
maybe Dante/Nero teasing their partner or throwing some corny one-liners about "did it hurt when you fell from heaven
--🧡 anon
awww tysm i'm so flattered <3 it makes me rly happy that people actually enjoy my obsession-fuelled yapping LMAOO
sparda twins and nero x g/n!half angel!reader headcanons‼️✨
NERO:
"did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" *immediately trips over some rubble*
fr though he thinks you're so cool. obviously he was a little skeptical about the angel thing because he has experience with "angels" and they were literally just artificial demons
he warms up to it pretty quick because you have a very different aura from those angels. also he thinks you're gorgeous 🤭 might as well be an angel
DANTE:
would also ask if it hurt when you fell from heaven. PLEASE respond by asking if it hurt when he crawled up from hell, he'll laugh his ass off.
doesn't really believe the angel thing at first. like vergil, he believed they just straight-up didn't exist.
show him your wings and he'll just be like "well shit that's good enough for me. want some pizza?" 💀
VERGIL:
straight-up just doesn't believe that angels exist.
if you try to show him your wings as proof, he'll just say that doesn't mean anything 😭
obviously there's no cheesy lines from this guy
sorry i've literally never written anything for vergil in my life, i've always had zero interest in him 💔💔
Self Aware Dmc - Sick days! WHAT’S WRONG WITH MY BODY?! HELP ME!!
HI HIII, SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING FOR SO LONG!! I STARTED UNI AGAIN AND ITS BEEN KICKING MY ASS!! ANYWAY CREDITS TO LONG ANON AND THIS ASK FOR GIVING ME TO IDEA FOR THIS!! AND SORRY, BUT UPDATES WILL BE SLOWER BC OF UNI TOO (like w this, mb-) SO JUST LETTING YALL KNOW!! IM NOT DEAD-
Here are the previous parts if anyone needs to catch up! (Pt 1, pt 2, pt 3)
Also trigger warnings for throwing up and potential existential crises
Hope you guys enjoy my first (?? Does the crying oneshot count as angst? Uhhh-) attempt at angst! I love yall!!
You woke up the next day feeling…odd, to say the least. Your head was pounding slightly ever since you opened your eyes and everything seemed like a blur. And that’s saying something considering how often you tended to disassociate on a daily basis. But this…
This didn’t feel like normal.
The entire morning since you woke up, had breakfast with the couple, and being abducted -sorry, picked up- by Trish and Lady, went by in a blur. You don’t remember sitting at the table with Kyrie and Nero, nor do you remember how you got to the nearest mall with the two older women. Surely you were just out of it? Maybe you still just weren’t used to being in this world. Surely.
“Little spark? Are you alright?”
“Huh?” You blinked suddenly snapping back to a conversation you were probably supposed to be part of as you saw two pieces of clothing in your face. One held by Lady and the other by Trish. “Oh yeah, sorry. Zoned out again. What’d you say?”
“I was wondering what you thought. Do you like this shirt?” Trish asked again, handing you the shirt so you could inspect it.
Giving it a once over, it really didn’t look bad at all. You liked it but you couldn’t see yourself in it…Lady’s pick on the other hand…
The gunswoman saw you glance in her direction and smirked knowingly, letting you have a closer look at her pick. “You like it?”
“Uh…yeah actually…lemme see how much- fuck me” You muttered as you looked for the price tag and shortly grimaced at the number shortly after. It seems a bit overpriced for a shirt…
Lady laughed at your expression, ruffling your hair and placing the shirt on the pile of clothes she and Trish had already built up for all three of you.
“Y’know, you really should stop worrying about the prices so much. We have the money to pay for it and we don’t mind spending on you. ‘Sides, it’s nice to have someone else to shop with after all.”
“Still…” You uttered with a small frown, feeling guilty despite being thankful for all the stuff they’d gotten you so far.
Trish cut you off with a finger to your lips, tracing it down to your chin to guide your face in her direction, making you look up at her. Her blue eyes gazing down at you and her lips tugging up with a smirk as your face reddened slightly.
“Still..? There’s no need to feel guilty, little spark. Just be a good little darling and let us take care of you, okay? Sounds simple doesn’t it?”
“UHHH-“
“Mhm. Have to agree with her on this one, doll.” Lady chimed in, placing her arm around your shoulder and leaning down to speak in your ear. Letting out an amused huff as your face turned redder.
“Besides, I thought you said you could handle the two of us…so where’d that bravado go, hm?”
You only sputtered in response, going somewhat limp as the two women laughed at your flustered reaction and kept shopping with you.
The rest of the day was spent wandering the mall, desperately ignoring the growing pounding in your head as you were eventually dropped back at the couple’s place.
“Kyrie..? Nero? I’m home..!” You called the couple’s names out hesitantly as you stepped through the front door, shortly being greeted by them and noticing how much more enthusiastic they seemed after you called their names. Guess you underestimated how much they liked you.
“Hey angel! Back from shopping, huh?” Nero grinned, grabbing your bags and helping you bring them to your room. Kyrie following suit as she caught up to the two of you before she leaned down to kiss your cheek. Something that made you look down with an embarrassed expression.
“M-mhm…hey Kyrie.”
“Hi snowdrop” The woman smiled gently, guiding you to sit down on the bed before taking a seat next to you. Her lover shortly doing the same on your other side before they both placed an arm around you and leaned on you. Cooing internally at how you subconsciously relaxed at that.
They loved seeing how you slowly got used to their affection little by little. It really goes to show that their feelings aren’t one sided. You just haven’t sorted out yours completely, that’s all. How endearing
“Uh, guys..? I forgot to mention but Trish and Lady are still outside…they said they wanted to talk to you two without me” You spoke up, snapping them out of their daze before Nero furrowed his brows.
“Did they say why or what that’s about?”
“Mm-mm” You shook your head with a small hum “They wouldn’t tell me and I had a feeling they wouldn’t either if I pushed so..”
“Sounds about right..” Nero muttered before letting out a sigh, reluctantly letting you go and standing up with Kyrie following suit.
“We’ll be back in a few minutes then, okay? Just get comfortable, so we can check your back again alright? We know it’s healed but just to make sure” Kyrie spoke softly, giving you another kiss on the cheek before leaving the room with Nero.
“Nero?! Kyrie?! You two home?!”
“Yeah yeah, we’re here. Stop yelling already Lady. Geez..” Nero grumbled as he opened the front door, leaning on the door frame as his girlfriend joined his side.
“So. What did ‘ya two wanna talk about? Is something up with dad and Dante or?”
Trish shook her head, her expression growing serious as she started to fill the couple in.
“Not exactly…it’s about Y/N”
The couple’s expressions grew serious as well, not wanting to waste any time.
“Did something happen during your lil’ shopping trip or somethin’? ‘They hurt?” Nero glared at the two women, quickly assuming the worst.
“Relax lover boy, they’re fine…for now.” Lady sighed as she rubbed her temple. “Just let us explain alright? They’re not hurt but we noticed something was off and we want you to keep an eye on them.”
“T-then what is it?” Kyrie spoke up with a worried frown, wanting to know what was happening to you so she and Nero could come up with a way to help.
“Well…”
~Flashback!!~
The three of you finally found a place to eat -much to your relief, you were starving- but that stupid headache was still bothering you. Still, it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. Just a small migraine. Besides, you didn’t want to ruin the day today, especially considering how well everything’s been going so far.
“Hey doll?”
“Hm?” You looked up from your food, watching as Lady placed a hand on your forehead with a puzzled frown and seeing her own expression grimace a little.
“You’re feeling a little hot, y’know that? I didn’t want to mention it earlier because I wasn’t sure of it but now that I’m checking properly…are you feeling alright?”
“…I mean…yeah? I guess I got a lil’ headache but nothing major” You replied before seeing your opportunity to say something stupid…you’re so back chat-
“…unless that I’m so hot that even my body temperature is adapting to that” You smirked with a dumb one liner, internally cringing almost immediately after uttering those words. Not needing to look up to see their exasperated expression.
“….sorry. Uh” You trailed off before clearing your throat. “But -ahem- I’m okay. I don’t feel weak or sick or anything like that.”
At the lack of response you looked up, only to see them somewhat surprised…did you say something wrong?? I mean aside from the obvious-
“Guys?”
“Pfft-“ Lady snickered quietly, muffling her laughter behind her hand as Trish shortly did the same. Leaving you to watch in confusion as the two older women laughed at -what you assumed was- your previous remark.
“Uhh-“
“Sorry sorry…it’s just- hahaha!” Lady cut herself off with more laughter as Trish intervened for them both.
“It’s just we were surprised by your little comment, little spark” She sighed as her laughter died down, smiling at you in amusement and fondness. “It’s…refreshing, oddly enough. We missed hearing you make a fool of yourself trying to swoon or flirt with us. Even if you didn’t know we could hear you back then”
“Ah” You uttered, your face slowly reddening as you looked down -woah you felt warm…maybe you were sick- and continued to eat. Not being able to help the little smile growing on your face at their laughter.
“…I guess so..” You muttered, feeling that despite everything…seeing them laugh at your stupid comment…numbed the pain you felt. Even if just for a moment
~Flashback end!!~
“So they’re sick?” Nero concluded, crossing his arm as the blonde demoness finished speaking.
“Could be. We’re not a hundred percent sure, especially since they didn’t seem to have any plans on telling us either. So since they live with you, we want you to keep tracks on them. I’ll tell Dante and Vergil too just in case but I’ll leave most of it up to you two” Lady shrugged, not sure as to what was going on herself but wanting to stop it before you actually got sick.
“Got it. I’ll let Nico know too just in case. As annoying as she is, she knows how to get shit done” Nero nodded before letting out a sigh, the four sharing their last goodbyes before closing the door.
“…will they be okay?” Kyrie spoke up worriedly, leaving Nero with a quiet pause before cupping her cheek.
“I’d hope so…angel’s pretty tough. But based on what Trish told us, they won’t say anything otherwise. So let’s just keep an eye on them, alright?”
“Mhm!”
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“Snowdrop? Are you alright?” Kyrie spoke up as she knocked on the door, brows furrowing in concern as she received no response.
“Y/N? It’s almost 4 pm, snowdrop. Are you awake?” She tried again, her concern growing as you stayed quiet once more before muttering an apology under her breath as she let herself in the room. Spotting your sleeping form on the bed and approaching before sitting down next to you.
She’s seen you wake up late before but not this late.
As she observed your resting form, she couldn’t help how she took solace in the way you slept so peacefully. How your chest rose and fell slowly, your quiet breaths…is that drool?
She carefully brought her hand to your face, wiping the trail of saliva off the corner of your lips with a small but loving smile before her brows furrowed in worry again. Her hand moving to your neck then to your forehead.
You were burning up…that’d explain why you were still asleep.
Her conversation with Trish and Lady from the day before flashed through her head, recalling how they mentioned you could be sick. Your temperature at the moment only seemed to confirm their suspicions.
“Mmnh…Kyrie..?” She snapped out of her thoughts as she heard you speak up with a groggy hum. Her eyes darting your sleepy figure as you look up at her with a half lidded gaze. “G’mornin..”
“It’s already the afternoon snowdrop…are you alright?” She asked gently, placing a hand on your lower back as she helped you sit up. Letting her fingers linger under your shirt and rubbing her thumb in a soothing motion.
“Yeah just…a little lightheaded” You muttered, down playing the current migraine -that you noted grew worse from yesterday- you felt.
Her brows furrowed again as she heard your lie, feeling somewhat hurt you choose to hide the discomfort you felt.
“Y/N…”
‘Oh shit, she said my name-‘ You thought, knowing that even though it wasn’t uncommon for her to use your real name instead of the usual nicknames from her -and many others- sometimes, you had a feeling she used it for a reason.
“Yes..?” You uttered somewhat nervously, now actually growing nervous under her stare.
“You’re burning up…why didn’t you tell us you were sick?” She frowned, placing her other hand on your forehead.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-“
In all honesty? You didn’t have a good reason to not tell her and Nero. You just didn’t worry them with something as minor as a migraine. But you didn’t expect that to turn into a fever…
“…I didn’t want to worry you two…I’m sorry, Kyrie…” You mumbled, letting yourself be pulled by her as she rested your head on her chest.
“Don’t say that…don’t make it sound like you’re a burden to us. We choose to worry. And we chose to take care of you…we promised, didn’t we?” She spoke softly, receiving a quiet hum from you in response.
“Oh dear…I’ll call Nero and let him know, okay? Do you want me stay?” She sighed as she observed your reaction, noting how you didn’t make a move to back away from her…if anything, she only felt you tighten your hold on the back of her jacket slightly for a brief moment. Something that made her smile softly to herself at your wordless response.
She kept her hand around your lower back, her fingers shifting to your hip as she reached for her phone. Slowly dialing her lover’s number before letting the phone ring on her lap before you both heard his voice over the phone.
“Hello? You okay Kyrie?”
“I’m alright, but…maybe you should be asking Y/N that instead..” She sighed, which only served to make you more nervous at the lack of nicknames.
‘Chat am I cooked-‘ You thought, glancing at her phone as the conversation continued
“Huh? Angel? What about ‘em? Nico sHUT UP-“
‘Aiya’ you thought as you heard the two argue on the other end of the line before you hesitantly spoke up with a rough murmur
“Uhhh…I’m sick…surprise…”
The other end of the line went quiet, the mechanic and rookie devil hunter putting a pause to their bickering before blowing up again.
“YOU’RE SICK?!?”
“YOU LET THEM GET SICK?!”
“I DIDN’T DO SHIT SMARTASS!”
“WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD’VE PAYED MORE ATTENTION TO ‘EM!”
“SAYS YOU LITTLE MRS I WANNA STAY IN MY VAN ALL DAY SMOKIN AND TINKERING!”
“WHY YOU LITTLE BRAT-“
“Oh dear…” Kyrie muttered as you snickered quietly under your breath at the bickering before hearing her speak up in a surprisingly stern voice.
“Would you two stop acting like children and focus? They’re sick with a fever and a migraine and your bickering isn’t going to help here! Got it?”
The other end of the line went quiet once more, making you go quiet as well instinctively before hearing the two apologize with an awkward murmur.
“Sorry Kyrie”
“Yeah, my bad girly”
“Oh but you won’t apologize to me?”
“God fucking damn it Nero-“
“You two…” Kyrie warned again, causing you to laugh quietly again as they immediately stopped and focused again.
“Right uh…so, what happened, angel?”
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“Ugh…” You groaned quietly, sitting up on the bed as you woke up the next day. Feeling like your fever was way worse than from the day before. However the medicine the couple got you -and their company, though you weren’t sure if you could ever tell them that- helped a bit
“Fuck…oh, that’s no good” You muttered, getting up and walking to the bathroom in the hallway to brush your teeth. Stumbling over your feet from how dizzy you felt before feeling a sharp pain in your chest, causing you to inhale sharply and close your eyes. But strangely enough when you opened them…you weren’t in the hallway anymore. You were in the bathroom…or a bathroom…wait a second, is that-
“…sweetheart?” Dante blinked, having just watched you teleport into his bathroom mid morning routine.
You only blinked back in return, being just as stunned and confused as he was before the nausea set in and promptly covering your mouth. Turning to look for the toilet before falling to your knees and throwing up, with Dante quickly going to your side and holding your hair back. His other hand placed on your back.
“Woah! Woah, woah, easy there! I know my bed hair ain’t the prettiest but it’s nothing to throw up at!” He tried to lighten the mood, rubbing your back gently as you wretched into the toilet bowl. Watching as you gasped for air after you were done and helping you clean up. Wiping the tears that gathered in your eyes and leaning you against him before flinching back in surprise at how warm you felt.
“Jesus- sweetheart, you’re burning up. What the hell happened?”
‘More importantly, how did they teleport in here? Weren’t they at Nero’s place? But based on their reaction, it wasn’t voluntary…what the hell is going on here?’ He thought
“I…” You uttered quietly, still catching your breath before you muttered “I dunno…I’ve been sick since yesterday and when I was going to the bathroom to wash my teeth, I got…like this pain in my chest”
You brought a hand to the side of your chest were the pain shot through you, wondering just what that was about before continuing.
“It hurt a lot so I just, closed my eyes and before I knew it, I ended up here…but I don’t know why or how..”
Dante took your explanation in, his usual laid back approach going out the window before he nodded.
“Alright…let’s get you back to Nero’s place then. You’re sick so you need to rest.”
“What if I just end up teleporting again?” You asked, bringing up a valid point for the white haired man. He only sighed in response, helping you up and moving to set you down on his bed.
“I dunno, sweetheart…but just let me get dressed, okay? I’ll be quick, I promise” He smiled gently, carefully running his fingers through your hair before hesitantly leaving your side as he did his best to get ready. Rushing around the room almost comically -something that drew a few weak laughs from you, something that made him secretly prideful of- as he finished getting dressed.
“Alright, time to go!”
“What? ACK-“
You squawked indignantly as he picked you up and quickly rushed to his motorcycle and rode off with you into the quickest route to his nephew’s place.
‘Oh god, I’m gonna be sick…sicker??????’ You thought, leaning onto Dante more as you got dizzy from the speed he was going. Normally, if you weren’t feeling so shitty, you’d be enjoying the adrenaline you got from this but right now?
You felt like…like you were in two places at once. Preferably somewhere where you wouldn’t be going at such a high speed…maybe on a couch.
You felt a pain shot through you again, closing your eyes as you felt your body violent twitch and shake as you reopened your eyes, finding yourself in Nico’s van for a moment brief moment. Watching as she tinkered with what probably was a new gadget of hers
“…hey Nico”
“Hey Tinkerbell” She acknowledged absentmindedly before realizing you literally appeared out of nowhere. Trying to get a word in before you started gaining a horrible coughing fit as another -now almost familiar- pain shoot through you as you doubled over.
“Wait how did- Tinker, you okay-?!”
Her voice cut off as you suddenly teleported again, appearing in what seemed like random field as you fell to your knees and finally threw up once more, missing the green and almost numeric glint in your stomach acid that went away just as soon as it appeared.
“Urk- fuck..” You gasped roughly, coughing on the ground as you breathed in deeply. Trying to catch your breath before you started to grow lightheaded, especially since doing so in a place you didn’t recognize would be a horrible idea-
…
Your eyes widened as you looked up…out of all the places you could’ve possibly ended up in. You ended up in the twin’s old home…or what was left of it, that is.
You slowly got up, legs weak as you took wobbly and slow steps into the ruins of the Sparda household. Using the rubble for support as you walked through the old home, and stopping as you reached the huge family portrait in the middle of the destroyed living room. Taking respite under it as you sat down, having no choice as your legs gave up on you.
You looked up at the portrait once more, taking in the family’s appearance before settling in on the mother and father. Tilting your head to the side as you stared at their unchanging expression.
The longer you stared at the old portrait, the longer you became away of feeling yourself tear up for a moment. You didn’t know why but couldn’t tell if you could fully blame it on your current condition -which was starting to grow more painful than you realized- or…
Or at the melancholic and sorrowful atmosphere surrounding the ruined home. As if the place itself mourned for the lives lost here. Not just Eve’s but the loss of the life the twins had before they were attacked at a young age.
“Ugh, what I am on about? Fuck..” You groaned as you felt tears roll down, frustrated at your lack of emotional control but letting it happen anyway. You were pain, you were confused at what was happening to you and…and you missed your old world too.
Sure, living here with some of your favorite characters was something people would dream off but…not like this. Being forced to come here without a choice, and having no way of return either…you were in a place that was familiar yet unknown to you.
…so yes, perhaps you were scared too…
You couldn’t count how many nights you’ve cried yourself to sleep due to that fear and homesickness you felt…or maybe it was hopelessness. You weren’t sure…
You didn’t know how long you had stayed crying in the ruins of the broken home but doing so had left you drained both physically and emotionally. Feeling as you were close to falling asleep. But doing so here in the open wasn’t a good idea. Not when a demon could easily find you here.
But your eyes felt so…so so heavy…
Before you knew it, you had passed out under old family portrait. The unmoving expressions of the older members of the family serving as a silent guardian as you rested.
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By the time you had woken up, you weren’t even in the old home anymore. All you could tell at the current moment was that you only gained consciousness again because you felt that annoying pain in your chest again, causing you to quickly throw up near whatever was closest to you
You took a deep breath before wiping the tears from your eyes, squinting as you noticed something…off. Aside from the constant puking, teleporting and ongoing fever that is
“…is that code…??? In my stomach acid????? What????????” You muttered, not being to give it much thought after being snapped out of your thoughts by a nearby shriek.
“A demon?!” You whisper yelled, hurriedly making your way to hide. No way were you going to stay out in the open again, not after what happened at the tree all those weeks ago.
“Scum”
‘Excuse me????’ You thought, blinking back as you heard a familiar voice from nearby.
You hesitantly peaked your head out from your hiding spot, spitting a certain white haired swordsman taking down a hoard of demons. Now that you think about it, that sure looks like the Qlipoth roots from afar…or at least what’s left of them. And the grass looks awfully white…
WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE- ARE YOU IN HELL??
Before you could fully panic about your current whereabouts, you heard another roar from behind you, causing you to quickly snap your head to look as some distorted lizard looking demon tilted its head to the side. As if wondering what you were
‘ITS ONE OF THOSE FUCKERS FROM THE JUNGLE IN DMC4!!’ You thought, staying as still as possible while you both observed the other
“Nice lizard…nice little lizard…please don’t kill me…” You murmured shakily before the demon started to crawl closer and closer. Stopping its tracks and towering slightly over you as it sniffed you, letting out a strangled noise and trembling faintly as it did.
The demon backed away after what felt like hours, simply going back to observing you curiously. It’s as if it confused on what it came here for…
…until you let out a sneeze. Feeling that weird pain in your chest again but less prominent…DID YOUR ARM JUST GLITCH?!
At the sudden noise though, the demon lunged at you, causing you to scream and raise your arms in an attempt to shield yourself before you felt more pain shoot through you in brief bursts
One moment you were next to the broken Qlipoth roots, then the next near the white grass fields, then in the same clearing Vergil was fighting in, and then next to the demon again.
But before the demon could even try to attack again, it was cut down by a doppelgänger of Vergil’s DT. Watching in surprise before it caught you in its arms and settled in a safer area from ongoing slaughter, letting out a squawk as the doppelgänger purred and nuzzled its scaly face against yours. Seemingly enjoying having you in its hold while you simply stayed still.
‘…would-‘ You thought, not even bothering to protest -not that you would’ve- against its affectionate nature. After day you’re having, some demonic cuddles ain’t all that bad.
You watched as Vergil seemed to look for his copy, catching sight of you being coddled by it and clicking his tongue under his breath before quickly killing off the remaining demons nearby with judgement cut end before making his way over to you.
While desperately ignoring how awed you looked at that attack. It was endearing how your face lit up in surprise and amazement at his swordsmanship
“How did you get here?”
“Huh? Oh, hell if I know. I’ve been sick with a fever and apparently that came with some kinda virus because I’ve been teleporting -or glitching I don’t even know- all over the place since this morning…literally” You replied before covering your mouth and forced down some vomit.
In response to that, the demonic copy -you’ll call it Mirage for now…you think that’s what those reflections of his are actually called in canon anyway so makes sense- nuzzled his face into the top of your head. His purrs growling louder in an attempt to soothe you, while Vergil’s eyes narrowed more at the blatant display of affection from his doppelgänger.
“I see…” He muttered, kneeling down infront of you and noticing faint…glitching…? For lack of better term, in your eyes. “That would explain the twitching and coding in your eyes”
“The what?”
“Twitching and coding” He repeated, observing how you blinked back in bewilderment as he stared back calmly. Hiding any concern he had at your weakened state. And the jealousy he felt at his doppelgänger coddling towards you. “Were you not aware of this?”
“NO?????” You shot back in a panic, bringing your hands to your face to see if it felt any different with what the swordsman just told you. You could feel your breathing getting shallower, chest getting as you remembered the actual strings of binary coming out of you when you threw up.
‘What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG ON WITH ME?!’
You thought, starting to spiral before you were snapped out of it by Vergil and Mirage. Feeling the demon’s claws scratching your scalp while the white haired man gripped your hand to ground you.
“Breath, Y/N…just as we managed to bring you to our world, we can solve what’s happening to you” Vergil muttered, unsure as to how else to reassure you before he let his expression and tone soften. “Will you trust me on that? My dearest…”
You only stared at him with a shaky breath, trying to regulate as you looked behind you to see Mirage still petting your head and purring loudly to soothe your nerves. Something that made you tear up again before looking down to your lap and swallow the lump in your throat with a faint nod.
“…mhm…” You hummed weakly, blinking back any tears -and failing miserably- before you felt Mirage grab your face with a clawed hand, practically squeezing your cheeks a little as he tilted your head up before he-
LICKED YOUR TEARS?? HELLO??? ISN’T THIS SUPPOSED TO BE VERGIL’S TRUE SELF OR WHATEVER? If so, why didn’t he do it himself? Pussy-
“HUH?!”
“God fucking damn it- DISAPPEAR ALREADY!”
After that whole debacle, Vergil made sure you two made it safely out of Hell. Simply making a rift with Yamato and arriving in Nero’s place completely unannounced. Something he didn’t appreciate as he saw his father cut through literal time and space in the middle of his garage.
“Oh for fuck’s sake- how many times do I have to tell you old man! Stop breaking space time continuum in my fucking living ro- Y/N?!” Nero groaned before he cut himself off as he saw you against his father’s side. Somehow looking worse than he last saw you, but he could fuss over you in a moment. He needed to let everyone know that you were back…and somewhat safe and sound.
“KYRIE!! CALL DANTE!! Y/N’S BACK!”
“WHAT?!”
‘Y’know? If I had a nickel for each time I’d been delivered to Nero’s place like a lost pet, I’d have two nickels…which is weird that it’d happen twice- Twice? Like the kpop group? GOTCHA ON MY RADAR, SOON YOURE GONNA BE WITH ME! MY STRATEGY! STRATEGY- MAN SYBAU-‘ You thought, watching as the couple rushed around to make calls as Vergil brought you over to the couch.
“Yes they’re right here!! Mr. Vergil just brought them to us from the underworld!…w-we don’t know how they got there, no…” You overheard Kyrie on the phone, most likely talking with Dante and anyone she could tell the news about your current state before you were snapped out of your daze by her lover.
“You okay angel? Aside from the obvious…” He muttered, placing a hand on your forehead before grimacing at the temperature. Only receiving a faint hum in response from you before and looked towards his father who sat beside you and sighed.
“I’ll go make them something easy to digest before they take any medicine…keep an eye on ‘em, will you?” He spoke softly as to not overwhelm you before leaving towards the kitchen. Leaving you alone with his father as he started to cook something for you and Kyrie made some calls in the background.
Vergil turned to look down at you, noting how you were lost in your own world. Seeming out of it as you brows furrowed faintly and deciding that bringing you to the bathroom would be for the best.
But before he could do that, you placed a hand over your mouth. Hurriedly getting up and clumsily making your way to the nearest trashcan before ultimately throwing up again, the same binary code from and glitching becoming more prominent than before.
“Fuck-“ You cursed under your breath, growing panicked at the distorted effect heard in your own voice in that moment while everyone’s voices faded into the background. You could barely process the couple and the swordsman kneeling beside you to see how you were. The tears built in your eyes due to the stress on your throat. Their voices constantly asking if you were alright. The gloved hand on your back trying to ground you back as you stared at the stomach acid and code in it at the bottom of the trash in a daze.
‘…why does everything have to be so noisy?’ You thought promptly before passing out right then and there. The sound of glitching and concerned voices fading into the background as you lost consciousness.
Commission for another lovely anon 💜 glad you liked it!
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, best friend!Nero, (kind of fuck boy Nero), kissing practice 😜, kissing, dirty talk, pet names, dry humping, grinding, cum marking
proofread but any mistakes are my own!
Nero has sweet-talked you into his bedroom with his big blue puppy dog eyes and pouting mouth.
“What is it now?” You huff good-naturedly, sitting down on the edge of his mattress and brushing your skirt down.
He’s sitting across from you in his desk chair, wearing a baggy tee and grey sweats.
“I have a date coming up with Kyrie, and I need your help.” He rubs his hand through his hair nervously.
You frown a little. You thought they had broken up ages ago? Squishing down that nagging voice in your head, you clear your throat.
“Okay, how can I help, though?”
You watch as his eyes darken when they run down your body and back up. He stands and makes his way over to sit next to you on the bed.
“We’re best friends, right?” He murmurs, taking your hand in his.
You twist your body to better face him and squeeze his fingers. “Of course, Nero. Best friends.”
He rubs his thumb over the pulse point in your wrist. “I need a favor to help with this date...”
You wait for him to finish out his thought as his thumb keeps dragging across your skin.
“Can I practice on you?”
Your eyebrows raise as your heartbeat speeds up. “Practice?”
Nero’s ocean-dark eyes look into yours.
“Yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve made out with someone, so I need to practice and make sure I stay on top of my game.” His fingers encircle your wrist as he keeps his gaze pinned on you.
Your lips part with a small "oh." Your heart is now rabbiting in your chest, and you feel yourself getting wet from just the thought of touching Nero in such a way. He’s been your best friend for years, but you’ve secretly had a crush on him for nearly the entire time you’ve known him. When you bite your lip, you see his eyes drop down at the movement—his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.
“And this will help?” Your question comes out breathier than intended.
“Immensely. I would owe you a huge favor for this,” his voice is a low rumble in your ears.
Nodding, you smooth out your skirt again—more out of habit than anything—and scoot a little closer to him. You’re close enough now that you can feel his body heat and smell his cologne, a mouthwatering scent of smoky cedar.
With a chuckle, he brings his hands up to cup your jaw, angling your head a little to the side. Your eyes flutter shut, and he kisses you soft and slow. Unsure where to put your hands, you allow them to grip onto the hem of his shirt—subconsciously tugging him toward you. Nero pulls away, running his thumb across his bottom lip.
“You taste good,” he murmurs.
“Yeah?” Warmth pools in your core, making you feel unbalanced. Your fingers tighten in his shirt, and he grins.
”Wanna keep going?”
Nodding, you lean forward. “Yes.”
Nero kisses you roughly then, tongue quickly slipping into your mouth. When you whine low in your throat, he answers with a groan. His hands reach out and grip your hips. After a few tugs, he wordlessly convinces you to straddle his lap. He sighs into your kisses, a pleased hum that makes your clit throb.
The makeout turns sloppy—low moans and the wet smack of your lips pervade Nero’s bedroom. He pulls away and you keen.
“S’okay, baby,” he shushes you, dropping a kiss to the corner of your lips. “Just trying to get comfortable.”
He rocks upward, and you can feel his bulge pressing against the apex of your thighs.
“You’ve been humping my lap this whole time, got me hard as a rock,” he teases in a whisper.
Your hands paw at his chest, lips wet and swollen. “‘M sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
Your brain feels like a cotton ball, all fluff and no substance.
“Hey, I never said I didn’t like it, did I? I don’t fucking think so,” he grunts, hands clamping down on your hips and pulling you down on his hard-on.
You feel dizzy with arousal, panties sticking to your sopping wet pussy lips like a second skin. Nero arches his neck and gives you a filthy, tongue-filled kiss. He bites your bottom lip hard enough that a twinge of pain shoots through you, making your clit pulse in arousal. Nero’s mouth drops open with a groan, tongue lapping against yours and sending strings of saliva to drip down your chin.
You’re so turned on, you can’t even think straight anymore—just a low, steady thought of more, more, more thrumming in the back of your skull. Slick seeps through the gusset of your panties and soaks the pair of sweats Nero’s wearing. He thrusts his tongue back into your mouth, and you suck on it eagerly.
A door slams nearby, and he eases off kissing you, nipping your bottom lip one last time before pulling away.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, head tipping back as he gazes up at his bedroom ceiling. “Damn, what time is it?”
Your mind is nothing but mush, drunk from just a simple makeout. “I-I don’t know.”
He glances at his phone over on his desk, screen dark and unhelpful at the moment. “Dad was supposed to be back by now. So I guess that’s him.”
“Uh huh,” you agree, brain trying to boot back up. “Should I go?”
“Mmm,” he hums, attention turning back to you. His gaze drags down your body like a caress; he sucks on his bottom lip before letting go of it with a small pop. “I still feel like I need practice.”
Your cunt clenches around nothing, greedy for more than the subtle grinding you’ve been doing. “Yeah?” You wind your fingers into his hair to lightly tug the white strands.
He sighs, head leaning into the motion and making you ache. “Mmhmm. Fuck, that feels good.”
Whining, you bounce down on his chubbed cock, and he hisses in pleasure.
“Gonna give me a fucking complex,” he mutters, manhandling you until you’re pressed into his bedding with his body weight atop you.
You wrap your legs around his outer thighs, skirt bunched up and allowing your soaked panties to press directly against him. He rocks his hips, and it rubs his bulge perfectly onto your panty-covered clit. Whimpering, your nails gently scratch against his scalp.
“I can feel how hot your little pussy is… fuck, you’re so wet.” His words brush against your lips, sending more slick to drip from your hole. “Does doing this with your best friend turn you on this much?”
“Nero,” you mewl, eyelashes fluttering when he kisses you heatedly.
He gives you no time to even answer his question, his tongue messily licking past your lips and greedily tasting you. Time loses all meaning; you’re not sure how long you lie there with Nero’s body blanketing yours, his hips rolling his chubbed cock against your cunt as he kisses you over and over and over.
Eventually, a sharp rap at his bedroom door pulls you two apart. He gazes down at you, eyes heavy-lidded and mouth more red than pink.
His father’s voice reaches through the door, muffled yet still recognizable. “Nero. Kyrie and Nico are downstairs.”
“Alright, I’ll be down in a few,” he rasps before clearing his throat. “Thanks.”
“Certainly.”
A pregnant pause fills the air, and once Nero believes Vergil has left, he swoops down to kiss you again.
“Just a bit more, I promise,” he mumbles, hands fumbling between your bodies. He pulls his cock out of his sweats, and you whimper, your hazy eyes greedily taking in his fat dick. He’s average length, but he’s so thick you know your cunt would feel stretched out in the best way.
“C’mon, tug these panties down, baby,” he coaxes you gently, snapping the band with his free hand. “Let me rub one off on your soft pussy.”
Fingers shaking with anxious excitement, you tug your underwear down mid-thigh. He curses under his breath and ruts his leaking cock against your mound before using his thumb to press the uncut tip down to part your cunt lips.
“Oh my god,” he whimpers, the first break in his confident facade—it has your cunt fluttering. He grinds his cock through your slick folds, the tip brushing your hole. “Fuck, I could slip right inside.”
“Oh,” a punched-out moan steals past your lips. Excitement pools hot and heavy in your core; you tighten your thighs around him at the same time you let your hands grab onto his shoulders.
“Won’t take long,” he laughs self-deprecatingly. “I’m so goddamn close already. Who knew you had such a sexy fucking pussy? I’m gonna cum all over you.”
The weeping tip of his cock glides up and down your cunt, shiny with a mix of his precum and your slick. He concentrates each stroke to rub across your sensitive bud, and it’s not long before you're bucking upwards into the movement—both of you chasing that feeling of completion. His dick bumps into your clit, dragging across the hood, and that rough little movement is enough to set off your orgasm.
“Are you cumming?” Nero breathes out, leaning forward to kiss you sloppily.
Mewling into his mouth, you rake your nails down his back—body arching and toes curling as you climax. He keeps up the pressure on your swollen bud, prolonging your orgasm and making your hole gush all over his bed.
“God, I’m cumming. Fuck me, baby. I’m gonna coat this sexy fucking pussy,” he babbles between kisses.
His hips smack down against your pelvis until he sits back, one of his hands fisting his cock as he spills hot and sticky jizz all over your cunt.
“Fuuuuck,” he growls, forearm flexing as he pumps his cock; the tip spurts thick ropes of cum all over your mound and puffy clit. His hot spend drips down your pussy lips, and he parts your slit with the head of his dick, shooting one last rope onto your hole.
Both of you stay in place, panting loudly as you try to catch your breaths. He kisses you one more time before sitting back on his haunches. Tucking his cock back into his sweats, he then reaches forward to pull your sodden panties up over your cum-covered pussy.
He grins at your scrunched eyebrows. “Don’t wanna make any more of a mess.”
“It’s your mess,” you argue, warmth thrumming in your cunt from the display.
“Yeah,” he easily agrees, running a clean hand through his hair. “Stay here while I go see what they want.”
Jealousy springs up in your chest, a low-burning ember of dissatisfaction. Climbing out of bed, he glances down at his sweats and clicks his tongue. Quickly shedding them, you check out his toned ass and legs before he covers them up with another pair of joggers.
“Hey, I promise I’ll be back.” He steps back over and kisses your cheek.
Leaving you to lie on his bed, he swings open his bedroom door and steps out. Shooting you a wink, he closes it behind him with a soft snick. Blowing out a puff of air, you press the heels of your hands to your eyes with only one thought running through your head—what mess did you get yourself into?
