A/N: this is how I think the Sparda boys would eat pussy— just some headcanons which you could probably already decipher from how I wrote Dante ehjsksjd but I wanted to write for all of them since Nero and V need some love too!!
Characters included: Dante, Nero, Vergil & ft. V
Warnings/Tags: 18+ MDNI, pussy eating, swearing, masturbation, squirting, fingering, biting and marking, panty sniffing, scent kink, ass rimming, manhandling, monsterfucking(?) <- Dante just uses his Devil Trigger to fuck you with his tongue, restraints (reader getting tied up/cuffed to the bed), pussy slapping.
Dividers by @cafekitsune
We all know how Dante would eat pussy. He'd be messy—slurping, sucking, spitting and licking.
He'd take you anywhere. His desk, the bed, the kitchen counter? He's done it. He doesn't care where he does it as long as his face gets buried between your legs.
Dante gets off on your scent and your taste, so he doesn't really mind if you're clean-shaven or haven't showered after a long day at work. He's eating you out as soon as you get home. Period.
And when you're not around? He's using your panties to get off and cum. His face is covered with your used underwear, huffing in your scent while he fists his hard, leaking cock.
He makes out with your pussy, pressing soft kisses all over until you beg him to finally use his tongue on you, dipping the muscle into your tight hole and tasting you.
Dante loves to overstimulate your cunt, leaving your legs quivering and the sheets a soaked mess. He doesn't pull away until you let go of his hair and push him away, or when you beg and say your safe word. But even then, he tries to coax out one last orgasm before finally letting you rest and wash up.
His favourite thing in the world is making you squirt. At first, you hated the idea, scared of making a mess all over him, but the feral look in Dante's eyes reassured you of how much he wanted it, and how much of a freak he really was when it came to eating your sweet pussy out.
He sometimes likes to use his DT to fuck you deep with his tongue, the ridges making you clench around him so tightly and so nicely. You gush out so much slick that he can't help himself but do it.
Dante's favourite position on eating your pussy is when your face is buried into the pillows and your ass is up, both your holes exposed to him. It just gives him more access more times than not, and it's easier to muffle your moans when people are around and he needs a quick taste.
He grunts and moans when he's eating you out, this man never shuts up.
"Mmnf—you taste so good, sweetheart, God, I never want to leave– mmm—"
When you're—let's say—angry with him, Dante's desperate. Like really desperate. He's not one to beg, per se, but when it comes to you—he'd get on his knees and plead with you until you let him touch you. He can't function when he hasn't tasted you at least once a day.
This man is pussy addicted. But your pussy only. He doesn't want anyone else's.
Vergil is a freak. Not as much as Dante but he is a freak in his own way when it comes to eating cunt.
He hasn't been in many relationships, so the first time he ate you out was a bit foreign to him.
But he's a quick learner. He always was. Vergil knows how to make you squirm and whine out his name, when he hits that spongy spot inside you with his thick fingers, his lips suckling your clit.
Vergil sometimes likes to tie you up, leaving you helpless and restrained. He loves how you struggle and tug on the rope when you want to run your fingers through his hair or want to close your thighs.
If he's feeling generous, and you've been nothing but compliant, he'll untie you from your binds and let you touch him.
"You've been such a good girl, hm? I'll let you have this little reward."
His favourite position is definitely the mating press. For both eating your cunt out and fucking the brattiness out of you.
He has you folded in half, your knees touching your breasts, and the view of his face buried against your pussy would make your eyes roll back.
Vergil isn't one to be messy with his meals, but all of his logical thinking goes out the window the moment he licks your soaked slit. He loves to tease you with his tongue. He likes to show you who you belong to, and who's the only person who can make you cum so hard.
He prefers taking care of your needs first before taking care of his own. Vergil isn't one to jerk off, but when he really gets riled up after your little session and you were exhausted? He'd leave the room and head to the nearest bathroom to deal with his... predicament.
He figured out you liked to be rimmed by accident. Ducking his head too low and licking your other sensitive hole. You squealed and tried to push him away, but his hold on your legs was firm, so he tested the waters.
"Vergil, no, it's dirty—" "Shh.. nothing of yours is dirty, and I want to make you feel as good as you can. Tell me, Beloved, does this make you feel good?"
Your throat felt thick, and you couldn't speak, but your body answered him with ease. So, he used that to his advantage, thrusting his tongue into your asshole.
Vergil indulges in your kinks and doesn't judge you for them, and in exchange? He gets to see you fall apart in his arms.
Nero is more like Dante than his father. He's also quite a sloppy pussy eater. He slurps, spits and makes out with your pretty cunt, leaving it soaked for when he wants to fuck you afterwards.
Though he does have more class than his Uncle. He's always making sure you're comfortable with the place he's going to give you head and locks the door in the room you're doing it in.
Nero usually has you pinned against the wall or sat on the passenger seat of the van when he's down between your legs and making you whine his name.
He's mean but in a teasing way. Especially when you try to tug on his hair.
"Yeah, tug on my hair, baby– but you can't, can you? It's too short.. too bad, hm?"
Loves to leave your thighs with bite marks and hickeys. Nero just goes feral when he sees what he's done to you especially when you're wearing a dress.
Fists his cock while he eats you out. He can't help but do it, you just turn him on so much, and his dick gets so hard it hurts.
He doesn't stop until you tap out. You either say your safeword and let go of his hand or he doesn't stop licking and devouring your sweet, slick pussy.
If you do let go of his hand, however, Nero immediately switches up and mumbles sweet apologies for being too much. He gets you a glass of water and a snack, cuddling you until both of you fall asleep.
And finally we have V. He's quite gentle with you unlike the others.
Sweet, gentle whispers of praise, his hands caressing your thighs as he flattens his tongue on your soaked slit. His eyes watching your reaction, the way your face contorts in pleasure along with the way your back arches towards him.
"That's it, my muse, sing for me, tell me how good it feels."
This man is sweet unless you purposefully provoke him. Act like a brat? Get treated like one. He will slap your pussy with his hand or a crop whip, edge you until you cry for forgiveness, and overstimulate you until you squirt.
"Tsk-tsk, you've brought this upon yourself, my sweet muse. Did I not say not to provoke me? Now, now.. settle before I punish you even further."
Be a good girl for him, though? You're going to see stars after he's done with you. His fingers fill you up nicely, pressing and putting pressure on that spongy spot inside you that makes your pussy gush out and squeeze, all while he suckles on your pudgy clit.
V loves it when you squeeze his head between your thighs. It means he's doing something right if you're trapping him there, tugging on his hair and moaning his name.
He prefers sinking his cock into your sopping hole than jerking off, but when the time needs it and he can't fuck you, he'll steal the panties you were wearing and use it around his thick shaft until it's soiled with his spend.
His favourite position is missionary because he loves seeing your face contort in pleasure or hold eye contact with you while dipping his tongue into your drippy cunt.
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M!DMC5 x Chubby Fem!Reader: You moan for them a little too loud.
themes/content warnings (MDNI - 19+ only): established relationship, smut, loud sex, body appreciation
a/n: I had this reaction in my drafts on my other blog, so using this to introduce the video game fandoms onto here. Hope you enjoy! (Someone also reminded me that heart icons (vs. emojis) were a thing so I'm having fun with that in this👀)
Dante
You were already sinking down onto his cock when your moan slipped out much louder than intended. "Dante--Dante, oh my god~♥" His head snapped back with a grin as he sinked both hands into your plush hips, lifting you just enough to bring you down on him again. "Theeerrreee we go," he muttered, breathless with delight. "That's the sound I was waiting on." You clung to his shoulders and stammered, "I--I didn't mean for it to be that loud." Dante laughed against your neck. "Sweetheart, with how perfectly you're riding me, you think I'm mad you forgot your volume?" His hands traveled over the softness of your stomach, savoring every inch before guiding you down hard on his length again.
Your thighs tensed around him as he angled his hips upward, hitting deep enough to make your voice break. "Dante--it's too much--aHh!." He groaned at the sight of your body bouncing in his lap, the jiggle of your curves driving him wild. "Baby--If you moan like that again... I'm not letting you off me until the mattress dips from how hard I fuck you." You gasped his name helplessly in response and the sound hit him like a spark. Dante pulled you flush to him, sucking a mark at your jaw. "Yeah. Just like that. Give me more." His fingers dug into your thighs as he thrust up hard enough to make the headboard shake. "Loud suits you gorgeous~♥"
Vergil
You moaned his name far louder than intended the moment he pushed into you. "Vergil--OH~" His rhythm stilled for only half a second, surprise flickering across his face. He pressed you deeper into the mattress, voice low. "You are losing control." Your breath trembled as you met his gaze. "I didn't mean to be that loud. It just... Came out." His hand slid from your waist to your hip, thumb tracing you with quiet contemplation. "Your lack of restraint is... understandable," he he said as he rolled his hips again again in a deep, precise thrust that made your thighs quake around him.
Your voice broke on his name a second time and Vergil exhaled through his teeth, grip tightening. "You feel too good to remain quiet. That much is clear." You panted, "Vergil, I'm trying--it's just--the way you're--fuck- hitting--♥!!" you couldn't get out a clear sentence. He adjusted your legs higher, sinking into the plush give of your thighs as if claiming what little space was there. "I know exactly where I am hitting, that's part's intentional." he said softly, driving in deeper until you cried out again. He leaned closer, forehead nearly touching yours. "If my name continues to fall from your lips..." he whispered, breath brushing your cheek, "then you will accept the consequences of being heard." His next thrust made your back arch. "And I find," he added before pausing, "that having this power over you to be well worth it."
Nero
You moaned his name loudly the moment he thrust into you, and Nero's hips jerked in surprise before he broke into a breathless laugh. "Holy shit," he panted, watching the way your body bounced under him. "You sound like that and expect me to keep it together?" You clutched his shoulders, face hot. "I didn't mean to be that loud." Nero pulled your thigh higher with his devil breaker and pushed deeper, groaning when your plush curves pressed against him. "Yeah right. That didn't sound accidental at all." His forehead dropped to your chest as he moved again, slower but deeper, savoring every second. "You feel unreal--shit."
He angled his hips and you moaned again, louder, and Nero froze for half a breath before thrusting harder. "You're trying to get me in trouble," he muttered, though his grin said he wanted more. "Nero, you're the one making me--Mm! ♥--loud," you gasped, and he cursed softly, gripping your waist tight as your breasts lifted with every movement. "You keep moaning like that," he said, voice cracking with frustration, "and I'm gonna start losing whatever restraint I thought I had." Another moan spilled from you and he shuddered against your throat. "Fuuuck--don't do that. I'm already fighting the urge to let more of my power slip." His lips brushed your ear, breath shaking. "Keep it up and I'll stop trying so hard to hold myself back."
V
You moaned loudly the moment his hips met yours, V's cock sliding deep inside you as your voice cracked. "V please--aHhh--oh fuck ♥--" His rhythm faltered and his lashes lifted, eyes darkening as he took in the sound and the way your soft body trembled beneath him. "My love," he said quietly, breath unsteady, "you do not realize the effect your voice has." You flushed and whispered, "I didn't mean to..." V's fingers traced the plush crease of your hip, studying the way your curves shifted and adapted around him. "Then allow me to be clear," he murmured, rolling into you again with a slow stroke. "I am not asking for silence. I am asking for honesty in every sound you give me."
Your next moan rose without warning as he adjusted his angle, hitting deep enough to make your thighs shake around him. V's breath caught, his composure slipping as he watched your body ripple with every inch he gave. "Beautiful," he whispered, holding back a groan. "You unravel so easily for me." You clung to him, panting, "V, it too good--I can't hold it--iIIIiin!~♥." He leaned down, lips brushing your cheek, his body pressing you deeper into the mattress. "Then do not hold anything back," he murmured, thrusting again, harder this time. Your loud cry made a shaky groan finally escape him. "Let the world hear," he whispered. "Let them know how exquisitely you respond to my touch." His fingers tightened on your thighs, pulling you open for him. "Give me your voice. All of it."
a/n: Typically when working with smaller casts, I'll write more to compensate ._. what for I don't know, but it feels warranted.
Also not joking when I say those under 18 will be blocked if they interact with this.
I SWEAR you have done this idea before, but I can't find it, so I'm assuming I dreamed it up or read it on someone else's blog 😭. But what would the DMC boys reactions be to reader squirting for the first time? I can imagine some would be cocky about it/extremely turned on by it, etc. It would be exciting to see your POV on them. Thank you for your amazing work! 🥰
Nope, never done this idea but I like it! Here you go, hope you enjoy making a mess with our demon hunting boys ;)
You Squirting On The DMC Boys
Dante
Dante is a messy lover. He likes clothes ripped off and thrown around the room; lipstick marks on his neck, abs, chest, hell even smudged over his lips; hair tousled crazily; making out so rough and sloppy that your lips are left glistening and connected by a string of saliva; and he prefers cumming ON you rather than in you.
The first time he makes you orgasm he is going down on you, because, of course, he wants to start this stage of your relationship by servicing you.
You get him in the face, much of the liquid going right into his mouth. There is a pause of shock then he suddenly sits up, now 2 kinds of your liquids dripping down from his grinning lips.
“Holly hell baby, do that again.” He flattens his hand and starts aggressively rubbing your clit, trying to force you into a back-to-back orgasm. He’ll even shove a couple fingers in you if he thinks it will help. “Come on, you can do it, baby girl, give me another, please, I need it.”
He already loved you, but finding out you squirt, he is going to get obsessed.
He loves it. The wet patches you leave on the bedsheets, his clothes, or whatever surface you two are fucking on is hot as hell and often has him getting excited for a round 2.
And even when you two are finished, he likes cuddling up against you and dragging his finger through the mess you made, drawing shapes and letters on you. Sometimes it was just to relax, other times it was to try to get you in the mood for yet another round, and occasionally…
“I…” Dante said as he drew the letter I on your tummy with the remnants of your squirt. “heart… U.”
Dante is a mess and we love him despite (or maybe for) it. I did not initially plan for it to get corny at the end there but I think that is also another reason many of us love him.
Reboot Dante
This man has had so much casual sex with so many people that he is unfazed when you squirt on him, he doesn’t act surprised at all.
He will tease you, call you “dirty” or maybe “slut” affectionately.
“I got you squirting already? Just wait till I have you screaming.”
He has no plan to stop, capturing your lips before you can respond properly, biting them a bit, and keeps pounding into you.
If he sees that you are legitimately embarrassed by it though, he’ll reassure you.
“Don’t worry babe,” Dante says as he wipes his hands off on the sheets below you. “I’ve had a lot worse things come out of people.”
His chill reaction continues all future times you have sex, though he does tease you both inside and outside of the bedroom. The amount of drooling and waterfall jokes you have to cover up and reprimand him for is insurmountable.
“Oof, you really gotta elbow me, babe?” He chuckles. “I guess I deserve it though. As payback, you wanna waterboard me with that cute little pussy of yours later?”
Perverted Reboot Dante has probably been squirted on many times, this man knows his way around watersports. But that also means I don’t have much to write about.
Vergil
When you squirt for the first time around him, Vergil devil triggers. He turns back quickly out of concern that the change in his body would frighten you or cause you pain for your first time together, but the strain of trying to keep his demon side from coming out is so heavy that he can’t finish.
That liquid was seeped in your scent, your pheromones. And you just sprayed it all over him and the bed like perfume.
He has to make an excuse, clean up quickly, and rush out of the room lest he ravages you.
When you are more accustomed to sex with him and he has more self-control he will let loose all of his animalistic lust but not yet, he did not want to hurt you or scare you away.
He will not explain this unless you press him and/or seem really hurt that he ran off after your first time together.
He does much training, both with and without you, and does get himself under control, though he and his sexual preferences are forever changed.
Now he’ll catch your squirt with some piece of his discarded clothing, claiming it is just to stop you from making too big of a mess. And besides, he cleans his clothes after every time you two have sex.
That is all true, but what he doesn’t say is that even after cleaning his clothes, when he wears them his demon senses can still pick up on the scent, on YOUR scent.
I was this fricken’ close to making him a pantie sniffer, I swear to god!
Reboot Vergil
Even though he likes to portray a prim, proper, clean, in-control aura, making a mess of you turned him on like nothing else.
Before he found out that you squirted, he would get his fix by suddenly pulling you somewhere private, pushing you up against a wall, and aggressively kissing and groping you. And just as you are beginning to process what was happening and get into the mood, he would suddenly pull away and remind you that you have things to do. He would then just watch you reeling, and if he was feeling extra cruel, he would drag you back out into the public space he had stolen you from and watch as you try to come to your senses and act natural.
Now he had something better though. Now he would wait until you were done getting all dolled up and ready for going out or to a house party then strike.
While assuring you that you had plenty of time, Vergil would shove his gloved hand down your panties and start playing with you, cranking up the intensity quickly to get you to that powerful release as soon as possible.
He did not need to be touched as he got plenty of satisfaction from seeing you standing there like a fawn trying to keep your balance with liquid dripping from your core and sliding down your legs. He’ll even avoid helping to support your weight so he can watch you struggle. He will help eventually though so he can link arms with you and use that as a shackle.
“Alright dear, it is time for us to welcome our guests/head out. What’s that? Oh, unfortunately, we simply do not have any time to waste. I’m sure no one will notice, now let's go.”
Reboot Vergil is a smart, tricky lover and a big ol’ bully.
Nero
Despite trying to act cool, confident, and mature, Nero is a virgin. And with where he grew up and the religiousness of his adoptive family, he was not given a sex education past “don’t do it before marriage” and what little he could learn for himself, which was practically nothing. So the first time you squirt on him he freezes mid-thrust in shock and confusion.
“Did you just piss on me?”
When you tell him what it is or he researches it, he feels stupid but at least knows how to approach things from now on.
He takes the time to lay out towels and clean you up after. That is unless you two get too hot and heavy outside of your home and end up fucking in the van or something. Even then though, Nero makes sure to clean up for your comfort and everyone else’s.
Usually he sees it as just a natural process of making love to you, though he does amusingly point out when you “make a good shot” and “launched it far”.
With his relationship with Kyrie, I see Nero as being quite the gentleman to his lover and her natural body functions, though dense at first. He is a good boy though.
V
V finds sex artistic in a way, and when he is in the midst of pleasure he finds it even more so.
When you first squirt on his hand, as he prefers to finger you before taking you completely, he is pleasantly surprised.
He wants to spread it around, utterly cover your crotch, inner thighs, and lower stomach with it. It makes you shine, glisten, just like when he kisses you enough to leave your lips a bit swollen and shimmering with saliva.
After fingering you and you are recovering, preparing for the true event, V grinds his body against yours in a kind of Nuru massage. Sliding his cock, now covered in your juices, along your drenched folds or, if your core is too sensitive right now, against your legs and stomach or between your closed thighs had him trembling and moaning just as hard as if your hand was wrapped around his member
And once he has pulled out of you and his seed is dripping out of you, the white mixes with the clear, creating a pearlescent liquid that V wants to paint with.
Not exactly what I intended but the vibe is there.
Can I have the dmc boys and V with a oblivious reader?
First, allow me to apologize for taking so long to answer this. Second, hope you enjoy.
Sparda Boys + V x Oblivious!Reader headcannons
¤ Dante ¤
-Dante has to admit, he's a little confused. Normally, girls don't really want to have anything to do with him, and the ones that do either turn down his compliments and invitations, or throw themselves at him all because they want a quick one-night stand.
-You on the other hand, are different. You don't even seem to notice the hints he's dropping, or the crappy pick up lines he's sliding your way. You take every compliment and giggle at every risqué word, but you somehow still don't understand that he's into you.
-He'd think you were an idiot, if you didn't prove that assumption wrong every time you killed a demon.
-Dante wonders how long it's going to take for you to finally catch on and decides that if you don't figure it out on your own in three months, he'll just walk up and tell you himself.
■ Vergil ■
-Vergil is this close to ripping his hair out.
-He never dreamed he'd find himself vying for a human's affections, yet here he was, lowering himself to this pitiful, wretched, utterly pathetic state, and you didn't notice!
-HE SMILED AT YOU. ONE SMILE. NO ONE ELSE GOT A SMILE FROM THE LEGENDARY SON OF SPARDA, YET YOU DID! Does this not scream "special"?! Does this not shout "I treat you better than the others"?! Why were you so dense?!
-In your defense, his communication skills are terrible and his smiles are barely anything more than a pained grimace, so it's really not surprising that you couldn't pick up on it.
□ Nero □
-Nero gets so frustrated with you that he's become an unstoppable demon killing machine.
-He has no other way to express his anger without getting teased by everyone he knows, so this is the only way he can vent. He hopes that by insisting on staying by your side during every mission, you will start to see he has feelings for you, but alas, you remain oblivious.
-Sometimes he seriously contemplates writing you a note, putting it in his right arm, and ejecting it towards you.
-But he also knows that such a thing is ridiculous and that it'd somehow miss you, or you'd read it and not realize it was from him.
● V ●
-V is much too shy to admit his feelings outright, so he wrote you some lovely poetry explaining his feelings for you and sent them to you via Griffon Express.
-Griffon may have delivered, but the information never truly resonated within you. You appreciated the gift, but didn't seem to understand the underlying motive.
-Defeated, V is going to need some time to try again. Unlike the rest of the Sparda family, however, he's not afraid to ask for help.
-Of course, when the only people he turns to are not people and are in fact magical animals, he's going to find himself running into some issues very soon.
Hear me out dawg; Vergil x reader right? BUT Have Vergil and Reader be messy post break up or divorce or whatever then have reader basically fall completely in love with V before V becomes Vergil again then drama ensues. Forgive me, I just started playing Dmc 5 and I'm feelin frisky as the kids say.
This took a ridiculously long time, but I hope you enjoy <3 This was so fun to write.
Kiss With a Fist
Vergil x reader / V x reader (he needs more love)
Word count: 3.5k
Warnings: Blood + flirting Violence
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Freelancing as a mercenary could never hope to fund a single weekend of your single life. Thankfully you weren’t Dante. You weren’t messy. You set your own prices, and generally speaking, overcharged. But that was the joy of such a career, the scum that sought you out could never hope to do what you did. Providing the contractual liberty to push your own income into the six digits.
Dante just couldn’t sell himself, understandably so.
You’d been to Devil May Cry.
Future psychologists would weep with the opportunity to study such a specimen.
Regardless, today was your day off and you were going to make the most of it. Starting with the mall. Making a clear dive for the closest jewellery store, they treated you like royalty, complimentary this and that practically falling into your pockets. The doorman knew you by name, he was sweet, and had a daughter that took ballet classes. Bleeding his wallet dry. He loved her enough to put in the extra shifts. The woman you requested had your drink of choice memorised, she would hold up precious stones and match them to your eyes. Showering you in polite smiles and compliments that warmed your skin.
You paid in cash every time, convinced they either believed you to be a hooker or a sugar baby. It didn’t matter. It didn’t cure the hunger for something new, something you didn’t have.
Heels clicked on the marble floors as your bags swayed lightly in your hands, stalking your next victim. ARMANI, or VERSACE…No, you needed something stronger. Fur. Something with fur. Yes, the summer was rapidly approaching but you could stay inside with the air conditioning, why should the weather dictate the survival of a good outfit?
In such a determined pursuit, the floor went unnoticed. That was until it erupted with Empusas. They’d tunnelled under the building, breaking through two levels to reach you. Not that they were targeting you in particular, but it sure felt that way when their bloodied claw ruined your branded bag with three droplets of human secretions. Namely, blood. On your white DIOR bag.
Fifty dollars of your hard earned money, for nothing. Wasted. There was no way you could use that lipstick now. Finger itching for a trigger, you scratch that itch. Reaching over your shoulder, for your baby. Vendetta. A little last minute birthday present Dante regrets forking over. You loved it more than anything in the world. Currently, that feeling was extended to the demon realm as you used it to sever the two hemispheres of an Empusas' brain.
She was long and thick, just how you liked them. A rectangular blade with thorned ends, perfect in every way. Twirling the sword within a devil’s intestines, it was in the midst of battle you realised the second level had begun to collapse. Throwing up your bags, they catch on the steel bars within the exposed foundations as you fall. The world slowed while watching them from below, haloed by the sun streaming in from the glass ceiling. At least you could save something.
You didn’t scream, landing on your feet. Luckily avoiding the rubble, but not the dust. Reaching out an open palm to your side, the bag falls from above. Returning safely to its rightful owner. Vendetta was resting at your feet, as you made sure to brush off the dirt from your shoulders and hair.
A sigh escaped you at the sound steps. More steps meant more demons, that meant more of your time. Unpaid. Time. “Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.” A voice announces from within the aftermath of your battle, a spectator. The first thing you noticed was that he appeared human, not as an intelligent demon. He was young and tall, frightfully pale to an anaemic degree, also rather handsome.
Familiar. Startlingly so. As if the air itself had your heart aching and knees shaking. Your eyes fell to his cane, circling around a collapsed fountain to shorten the distance between you two. He could feel your sharp eyes latching onto his figure, he found that he liked that attention all too much. “William Blake?” You asked, knowing the answer. He smiled back at you, dipping his head down so that his hair curtained such a sight. A shame, you would have liked to admire it a little longer. “That’s right,” his voice soothed, despite the chaos around him.
He was scared, you could tell. Not from the demons, but of you.
Understandable, you couldn’t find it in you to be offended. However, most people would have escaped by now. Especially with the mess, one you happened to have caused. So he must have known you, he must have been looking. With every step you took forward, he took back. Widening the gap. You made sure to keep him in sight, not allowing the mountain of crumbled stone to block your view. It was like he was trying to hide. You wouldn’t let him.
He must be shy.
“It’s been a while since anyone’s read poetry to me.”
That wasn’t meant to sound so sad, it was just the truth. The man stopped, letting you get close for a change. “Maybe ‘someone’ should,” you couldn’t help but feel like this conversation was meant for another. Tightly gripping his book in one hand, cane in the other, he continues. “There’s a job.”
There was always a job.
Sitting on the edge of the drained fountain, you lean forward, fiddling with the straps of your bags. You don’t give an answer just yet, still curious. “You should introduce yourself before getting all professional like that.” He chuckled, sinking unexpectedly into a deep bow that didn't quite reach the floor. The words, “Forgive me,” are spoken almost intimately in a whisper.
Here of all places, amongst evaporating corpses and infrastructural damage. Dusted lightly in blood and grime. It was there he took your hand, not to shake it, but to press a blushing kiss into its spoiled skin.
“You can call me V.”
Red Grave City had been looking worse for wear these last few days, it’s surprising what a demon invasion could do to the local military. The place was a free for all, never short on combat practice. Nico’s gas budget had doubled by the end of the week at least. You’d stuck close to the rug rats, checking in regularly after scraping the city clean, especially since Nero tended to overestimate his own ability. Only as soon as you left that van everything had seemingly sprouted back up from the roots, as if you’d never left to begin with.
It was getting out of hand.
V would often separate himself from the others, granted they were not the most sociable people themselves, but you liked to think of him as a friend. ‘Colleague’ could not explain that relationship, far from it, what was expressed was nothing short of a medieval courtship.
He had gotten himself into trouble again, doing his best to get in between Nero and Goliath, which was about as effective as offering the boy a paper shield. Luckily, the sound of buildings collapsing was hard to ignore. Before the beast could use V to floss his ‘tummy teeth’, as Nero had called them. You’d taken him in your arms like a princess, and put a few yards between him and the demon.
“Dying all by yourself, handsome?”
He does his best to hide a smile, “an end I will inevitably face, evaded once more thanks to you.” You release him back to the ground, but his touch lingers for a moment. Long enough for Griffon to get jealous at least. “Oh yeah! Sure, like the rest of us did nothin’.” The overgrown bird lands weightlessly on the man's arm, you approach with a gentle hand, offering your gratitude. “Thank you for taking such good care of him, you know I think V would be really lost without you.” You grin, stroking down the bird's fluffed chest, inflated with pride.
“She gets it”
Griffon falls forward into the petting, forfeiting over your muttered praises, “such a pretty bird.” V is leaning heavily into his cane, sighing out “You mean high maintenance?” Not expecting it to tug a laugh out of your chest, collecting heat in his neck that travelled up to his ears and cheeks.
“Let’s get you back to the others.”
Kicking open the van door, Nico yelps, almost falling out the driver's seat. Cigarette loosely caught between her lips. “God damn, V. What chewed you up for dinner? Nero’s been lookin’ all day.” She takes an arm and helps lower him down onto the sofa, he hisses, joins popping loudly. “He’ll be fine, just don’t let him off the couch.” You were running on borrowed time, every moment you spent here was another second you could have spent looking for Dante, or Lady, or Trish.
Moving back, V catches your arm, using it as a tether to pull himself back up. Unsuccessfully. “Evil lurks, it is imperative my mission is complete.”
“Where do you think I'm going?”
Slamming the door tight, the van is left feeling empty. Nero returns soon after, only to find V hogging his spot, book open and resting on his chest. He retreats to the passenger seat, boots dirtying the dash. Nico is up again, having microwaved some mac n’ cheese for their sleeping comrade. Only, curiosity got the better of her. Unable to resist sneaking a peak at whatever poetry could possibly interest V that much.
It wasn’t the words her eyes landed on first, it was you. Lots and lots of you. Drawings, sketches. Detailed and scribbled. “Woah! Is that…?” Her mouth hangs open, muffling a huffed laughter that catches Nero’s attention from the front of the van. V is awake in an instant, glairing and reaching forward with intent to snatch his property back. “Release it at once.” He didn’t have the strength to yell just yet. Sighing, the younger Sparda boy makes his way over, leaning over her shoulder. “Nico stop being – No way.”
“Yes way. Our own dark and brooding prince charming.”
They share a look, chuckling. Flipping through the pages in rapid succession. Griffon chips in helpfully, “Princess charming.” Nico shoves the book into Nero’s arms, moving to defend V, like the honourable knight she was. “Shut it, little chickin. I’ll get the skillet. I will!” Nero was simply taken aback, he’d known as long as Dante, never once had he ever seen you express any interest in anyone. Man or woman. “V how have you had time to do all these? It’s practically every page, and I thought Nico could obsess.”
“It’s called art, you’d know that if you had any sense of style.” She used her hand to flip her hair in his face, basically whipping him. “I still don’t know what Kyrie sees in you-” V cut in smoothly, head throbbing with voices and aches. Mostly light taunting from faceless figures.
“Enough. Please, your squabbling is not appreciated.”
“Awww, Nero. Look how red he is. Like a lil’ freshly fed vampire.”
“I am not-”
“Oh yeah, that is a lot.”
You arrived deep into the night, careful not to alert those inside. V was exactly where you’d left him, staring over dazedly from his pseudo bed. The front seats were empty, so Nero and Nico must be out together. If they weren’t back by the time you woke you’d go looking, but exhaustion was inevitably catching up. “I dream of you,” sleep smoothed over his words like polished stone, softer in darkness. The only light left was from the dulled streetlights streaming in through the windows, you were beautiful. Sight felt like a gift for the torment his own mind put him through.
Kneeling beside the bed, you move the dark hair blocking his face. “What kind of dreams?”
“Happy ones.”
“Good, your happiness is well earned.” Fighting was a sacrifice you all had to make, and V was getting weaker, so he fought the hardest. Naturally, you expected it to be the other way around, but he was a stubborn one. You’d abandoned the idea of getting a fair wage. A forgivable sin since your employer was actively decaying. V hadn’t told you why, still holding onto his secrets. You didn’t pry, enjoying him while you still could. It was stupid, you knew that.
It was unavoidable. Love. Not that you resisted completely. The tides were too strong, it was nice, letting him pull you in like that. All that was left now was the consequences.
“You took the body of an angel, and within, found heaven.”
“Did you join me?”
“Pardon?”
“In heaven. I’m sure you wear the skin of an angel, even now.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
He groans, spine crackling as he stretches. Sitting up soon after, faces meeting closely as he did because you didn’t dare move away. V didn’t mind. “Tired?” Taking up the space next to him, you sank into the cushions. He nods and you open yourself to him, using a hand to pat your lap as an invitation. As one would a small dog or cat.
“What are you doing?”
A good question.
“Welcoming you to heaven.”
The man chuckles under his breath, face stained with a steaming blush that melted his sleeplessness completely. Especially once his face was cushioned by your thighs. “Softer than I imagined.” V believed this to be better than his dream, something he’d been craving for a long time, perhaps even before his birth. With your hands in his hair, it was only a matter of time before he slipped into unconsciousness. Hand slipping under the limp to take hold of the squidgy flesh on the other side and pull it closer, like a pillow, with the space between your thighs also doubling as a handwarmer.
Nico and Nero return a little later, regrettably walking in on the scene. “The hell?” Nero almost gags, not before the southern girl has her elbow in his ribs. Whisper-yelling a giddy, “pay up asshole.” He scoffs, pulling out a scruffy wallet, flicking through the bills tediously. “They couldn’t wait another two days.” She’s all smiles, holding out a hand expectantly. “I’ll be taking that, thank you.” He slams the bet money down into Nico’s palm, sulking off to the front of the van, knowing she’d join him eventually.
The next few days are nothing short of hell on earth, with the Qliphoth and demons raining down on the city, V continues to weaken. Trish and Lady are freed and Dante goes off on his own, followed closely by Nero, yourself, and then V. His familiars beat you all there, combining with Urizen at the last moment, delivering him fractions of V’s soul and returning Vergil to his human form.
You didn’t like the way he was looking at you.
“Vegil.”
He remained silent, glancing over as Dante placed a hand on Nero’s chest and took a deep step back. “How was hell?” Asking put a bitter taste in your mouth, not refreshing, but sickly and thick. “Pleasant. It was warmer without you there.” He was smiling. Why was he smiling? Your feelings towards him were made clear during your last battle, sending a clear message.
Or so you thought.
“I’m going to feed you your own small intestine now.”
“So be it.”
He took his stance, hand reaching for the Yamato. Still watching you, with a giddy amusement. As ‘giddy’ as the man was able to express through his eyes at least. The flashing of teeth behind his grin told you he was hungry to disrupt the peace you’d made in his absence. Nothing had changed.
The personified human half of your husband had arrived too late, the battle had already begun. Dante turned on his heel, “Hay, you’re still kicking around.” Nero showed his concern more clearly, “V?” There was a thunderous clap in the sky as you were buried into the vined floor, quickly digging yourself out of the crater it had made and meeting Vergil in the middle. Swords connect and he moves behind. Too close to swing Vendetta, so instead of steel, his jaw is displaced with the weight of your fist.
V falls to the ground and Nero tries to follow the fight but everything is moving too fast. Blue flashes of light blocked out most movement, any longer and he was sure you’d be ripped apart. “Dante, he’s going to kill her!” The younger brother was clapping, whistling like the proud audience member he was. “Actually, I think he’s losing. I wouldn’t worry about it, they always go easy on each other.”
Planting your hands on the ground you kick up, lodging a sharp heel into the older brother’s neck. His spine bends back, Vergil grabs your ankle and doesn’t let go. Kicking down, the rest of him follows. Still attached. Utilising his own foot to push back, using your stomach, blood covers his front and the cavity created soon heals. The hardest part of his skill meets your teeth, separated only by a now gushing lip. A motion he inflicts repeatedly, until you move to the side and pull out Vendetta.
He moves to feel the area around his collar, fingers brushing over the disrupted skin underneath. You pant, bent over and dripping from the face. He tugs off his cravat, sighing. You hoped it was to disguise his own breathlessness, rather than disappointment.
“Why do you insist on failing?”
“I’m not the one with a stain.”
You’d made sure never to spill any of your bodily messes on yourself, the plant could take a small sip of your blood if it meant keeping clothes clean. Though that goal seemed pointless given how many times your back had been close to broken against the floor. The dirty floor. The plant that would leave grass stains on your knees like an aggressive rugby match.
“It’s already healed, can’t say the same for your lip.”
“Were you always such a prick or do I just have terrible taste?”
“You were Dante's friend before my beloved, so I can only assume so.”
Huffing, your attention is recaptured by V. He’d collapsed next to Nero, and was in the worst state you’d ever seen. Skin flaking off into dust, covered almost completely in cracks. He couldn’t hold on much longer. You also couldn’t let him go without saying goodbye.
“Vergil, time-out.”
The man laughs bitterly, sword sheathed, arms crossed. “Why would I respect the rules of such childish folly?” His glare was stern, not unloving. “Vergil.” You pretend you didn’t see the eyeroll directed your way. He mulls it over for less than a minute, strangely malleable, in comparison to his usual contrarian pig-headedness. “How long is time-out?”
“Until I time-in again?”
“You have five minutes.”
Taking a step closer, you stare into his eyes and offer a honeyed smile. Vergil does not move. He watches as you reach to hold one cheek and press a kiss on the other. It was the stillest he’d been since the fight began.
He seemed frozen.
Taking an arm, when you threw him to the side, the man hadn’t realised how close to the edge of the Qliphoth platform he was. He doesn’t cheat, not activating his devil trigger.
That would be punching down.
So when he catches himself on the braided vines a few hundred feet down, the man begins his ascent.
Dante was leaning over the edge, shouting words of patronising encouragement, mixed in with genuine taunting, down to his brother. Nero was watching over V, using his folded jacket to make the dying man somewhat comfortable. You were kneeling, holding hands tightly. Muttering, unable to hold back the weepy tone in your voice, “can’t you stay?” Shaking his head, he whispers “If a thing loves, it is infinite.”
Vergil returns to your side abruptly, addressing V directly, “I see you made yourself at home.” V winces, arm shaking as he reaches for the devil above.
“Cruelty has a human heart, and jealously a human face.”
“You will know neither.” They embrace, and you are alone again. He picks up on your silence, not enough to wipe away your tears. “It was not cruel, he is a part of me and has returned to his rightful place.”
“I did not say it was cruel. I miss him.”
“Me”
“Yes, I missed you.”
He stops breathing when you look at him again, offering a hand, you take it. Unable to let go a second time.
“You threw me off the Qliphoth”
“I’m not going to apologise."
“I was impressed.”
“...thanks.”
Dante lingers behind you both, “Is it safe to enter the lovers quarrel yet?”
“Silence!”
“Shut up, Dante!”
The red leather wearing doofus backs off, hands held high as he retreats. Then Vergil does something unexpected. Hands still linked. He takes a knee. “I would like to apologise for the pain that I have caused you.” You shy away from verbal confrontation, having taken out a sufficient amount of your grievances through violence. “I would like to hit you some more.”
Vergil smiles, offering helpfully, “the time-out is over.” Shrugging, you drag him back up, choking his ribs in a python-like embrace. One he returns with equal force.
Ok so no asked for this, but I couldn’t help myself, sO-
Self Aware Dmc!- Nicknames for their little darling!!
“-“ dialogue
‘-‘ thoughts
“Pink dialogue” -when two characters speak at the same time! (Though this only happens like once so yeah-)
Another thing I want to mention, is that the players appearance or gender is up to you! Hence why I keep their looks so vague and keep any works or drabbles I do gender neutral.
Enjoy!!
Dante Sparda- sweetheart or little sweetheart. I feel like it’s a classic, and that it suits his character over all. You cannot convince me otherwise that Dante wouldn’t be the type to say -either as a joke or to flirt- “Hello sweetheart~” or something similar. But also because he sees the player as a sweetheart due to their behavior towards him. He’d never forget the first time he’d felt your guidance in Mallet island. It was weird yet not hostile at all. You weren’t that type of person. It wasn’t until he first killed Phantom that he heard your voice. A simple “Good job Dante! We did it! Or rather you did…a-anyway-“ He almost melted, you sounded so sheepish…how sweet. What a pretty little thing…you always worried so much and always tried to makes sure he didn’t get hurt much. Considering he’s been with them the longest -something that he wastes no opportunity to brag about to everyone else- calling you a sweetheart is fitting. You truly were a sweetheart…his and his alone. It’s a shame he had to share you with everyone though.
“Welcome back, sweetheart! I’m itching to show off my ski- uh, I mean to get my hands on some devils! Let’s get this party started, shall we?”
Vergil Sparda- dearest angel or my dear. Contrary to his little brother, Vergil is much more formal, if that makes sense. Though that doesn’t mean he isn’t just as corny or as lovey dovey, either. He sees the player as an angel, mostly because he himself is a devil. And what better way to see the very person who’s looked after him and given him the kindness befitting a being of purity, then as an angel? That’s what you looked and seemed like when he first heard you after all. As he journeyed through Fortuna, he heard your voice -your sweet and admittedly nervous little voice- while he eventually surrendered full control to you. The enemies seemed stronger than he imagined but under your guidance, it was child’s play. Despite your nervousness and squeamish behavior, you were skilled. He wished you had more confidence in yourself and your ability to play, his dearest angel. As for “my dear”, he thinks it’s rather simple. It’s because you’re very dear to him…and because it sounds formal yet loving. Something he’d like to sound for you. You always seemed to fawn over his -or any- gentlemanly behavior, after all.
“Hello, my dear…now now, don’t be so discouraged. You did wonderfully…let’s try again shall we? I’m sure you’ll do better this time with me as your vessel…that’s right. Guide the way, my dearest angel”
Nero Sparda and Kyrie- angel and snow drop. Now these two are special. They didn’t separate or argue with one another once they realized they’re interest for the player. Rather they agreed to share them between the two, hence why they also share the same nicknames for them! In Nero’s case, like father like son, he sees the player as an angel, but for different reasons. Like Kyrie, he’d been raised with the Order of the Sword and in a world of devils, seeing a pure soul like yours is a breath of fresh air. And besides what better nickname is there for the very person who’s guided him and looked after them for so long with such care and affection, but as an angel? So he started calling you his angel, with Kyrie adopting the nickname shortly after. As for Kyrie, while she agreed with Nero’s idea and reasoning to call you their angel, she had a nickname for you herself! She always saw you as someone delicate -and perhaps even sensitive- considering how emotional you always seemed to be during any cutscenes and your overall personality so she couldn’t help but see you like a flower. You certainly were as beautiful as one. So she came up with Snow drop! The flower itself was white, untouched like an angel and with the meaning of hope behind it…safe to say, Nero catches on to Kyrie’s train of thought too.
“Nero, look! They’re here again!” “Yeah, I can see them Kyrie.” “Do you think they’ll choose you again this time?” “Who knows? It’s good to see them again, though…” “Welcome back, angel…our dearest Snow drop”
Trish- little spark. Now as for Trish, she’s one who unfortunately hasn’t gotten the chance to see you very often. Only getting to see you during her time with Dante in Mallet Island and during the events of Fortuna and the whole scandal with the Order of the Sword, and the whole mess with V and Vergil. Seeing how careful and kind you were with Dante made her curious, wondering who you were and why show them so much concern and love despite not knowing them. But then over time, that curiosity turned into jealousy. Why did she never get much of the spotlight and a chance to be with you like those stupid spawns of Sparda? But when she was in Fortuna with Lady, she finally found her chance. And her jealousy subsided…if not for a moment…you were electrifying. Your control -no that was too harsh for your kind demeanor- your guidance was a shock. Nothing like that thunder she wielded so skillfully. She loved it. Your smile, your concern over her, the way you beamed and laughed in excitement when you got a taste of her fighting style. It was a damn drug. And so she thought the name little spark was fitting for you.
“If it isn’t my little spark…you really enjoy playing with me don’t you? Hm…then I better go all out. I’m sure you’d enjoy seeing me at my true potential, wouldn’t you?”
Lady- doll or little doll/dolly. Like Trish, Lady was jealous that someone like Vergil and Dante -that annoying, sleazy, debt collecting devil hunter him- got so much attention from you. Hell, even that stupid kid from the order got more time with you!! And she’s known you longer! Whatever, in any case, when she finally got her turn with you in Fortuna, she was both exasperated and excited. Y’know, she still remembered when she saw you for the first time. When she rolled up on her motorcycle to Temen ni gru, she heard a voice -your voice to be exact- say something peculiar. “Oh my gosh, it’s Lady!! She looks so cool!!” Lady?? That wasn’t her name…but considering how things were, she didn’t want to go by her real name. But why Lady?? You seemed to know her by that name…maybe you knew who she was but chose to go by Lady instead for…whatever reason. It wasn’t until she saw you again when she and Dante were killing demons together for the first time that she understood why you called her Lady…even though she knew Dante was the one who made the name Lady “cannon”, she likes to think you gave her the name first. It was the first time she fully took you in too. You looked like a little doll sitting on that bed of yours. Those stuffed animals of yours only added to that comparison. You’d always be her little dolly to her.
“Hey, doll! What d’ya say we show these devils who’s boss huh? I’m clearly the best devil hunter for the job anyway…you think so too, don’t you, little dolly?”
Nicoletta Goldstein- Tinker bell. Now, since Nico doesn’t really get a chance to play or experience your control over her like Nero, Dante and V do, she only knows you through them -mostly Nero specifically since he seemed to have the most missions- but you seemed like a cute little thing! You also seemed to like her a lot and really enjoyed seeing her creations too! If she had to say, she’d bet her best weapons that if you’d be with them, you’d offer to help around her lil’ station however you could. Considering how much you helped and saved the boys asses, this little assumption of hers probably wouldn’t be so far off. Hence why she dubbed you Tinker bell! And if you just so happened to share any physical or personality traits like the actual character, that’d only serve to back up her little nickname for ya! She could just imagine having you help around the van clear as day! Handing her any tools she’d need, pass a cigarette or two before getting told off by Nero for being a bad influence on you -and triggering your allergies…sorry Tinker bell- and who knows? Maybe you’d like to learn a thing or two from her! She’d be more than happy to do so!
“Hey Tinker bell! What d’ya need from yours truly?…oh fuck off Nero, I know they can’t hear me, but hey! At least they know to trust my judgment when it comes to getting your stuff, huh? Smart little thing, aren’t they?”
V- my muse and my darling. V, although one who unfortunately couldn’t spend much time with you, enjoyed what little he could. He saw you as a muse, ever present in his sight -when he was in your control, a familiar and almost foreign sensation now that he’s not fully himself at the moment- and mind. He saw you as a source of inspiration and as an end goal. Your beauty drew the sweetest words, just for you….even if he had to share with his familiars. But he’s made it this far despite everything, and now that you were here with him, that only strengthened his resolve. He’d see this through and be whole again. He swore it. As for “my darling”, he simply thought you’d like it. You seemed the hopeless romantic, and you certainly were a darling little thing yourself so the term was appropriate for you.
“Hello, my darling…ah. Cooing over Shadow again, I see. Let’s continue, shall we? My eternal muse…”
vergil has always been stoic ever since you’ve met him. your attempts to get him to open up in the beginning of your relationship never really worked, it was honestly a shock that you were even in a relationship with him as he was known for his independence. it got to a point where he would just completely shut down when something was on his mind, and it was impossible to get him to speak at all.
one night you couldn’t take it anymore, vergil hadn’t spoken a word in three days. he was out everyday training and sparring from sun up to sun down. you were very patient with your boyfriend, but this had gone on too long, so you decided to stay up late and wait for him to arrive home.
it was two in the morning when you heard the front door open, you stirred in your sleep until you heard your boyfriend calling your name, followed by the sound of his footsteps approaching your sleepy state on the couch began to fill your ears. you felt his rough and calloused hands gently shake you awake as he called your name again,
“why are you out here?” there was dirt and cuts on the side of his face and under his criminally sharp jawline, paired with an exhausted look in his deep blue eyes that met yours.
“come here.”
your boyfriend stared at you blankly, caught off guard demand as your arm began tugging him to the couch. before he could get a word out, you climbed into his lap and straddled him while wrapping your arms around his neck, softly resting your head into his shoulder. his body completely stiffened under you, you could feel the tension in his shoulders.
“what’s going on with you?” you mumbled, grogginess still evident in your voice.
vergil would be lying if he said he didn’t feel something pang in his chest right now. he tensed up again, there was a long silence before he answered, “nothing, c'mon you need to get to bed, its late.”
you could feel his heart rate increasing through his chest, you remained silent. "love, I need to shower. could you get off, please." there was a slight crack in his voice at his plea, you held onto him tighter as his breathing began to shallow, his hands began reaching up, one gripping the back of your shirt and the other holding the back of your head as he pressed you deeper into him.
"just-just get off of me. 'm fine," his words pleaded for you to leave but his arms held you tightly in place as if his mind and body were at battle with itself for you. it wasn't long before his shallowed breathing worsened, your boyfriend let out sniffles as he buried his nose in your head, taking in your scent he missed so damn much.
"'m sorry-" he managed to say through his tears, "I- I don't know why 'm crying." you pulled away from his embrace and stared at your boyfriend through teary eyes,
"its okay to cry v."
he gave you a slight nod and pulled you back into him, holding you with nothing but a mix of his soft sniffles and your soft shallow breaths filling the room.
that was the first time he'd ever heard those words.
