Yuna.

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Hair gel...?

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(vergil x f!reader, you using his hair 👀)

he cannot live a day without his iconic slicked-back look. but without hair gel, it is quite impossible to do so. yet, he finds a temporary solution for the day.

(OH MY GOD I DON't EVEN KNOW WHY I WROTE THIS)

💕 guys... take this as a thank you for my dante smut reaching a hundred notes. i am so shocked. thank you... 😭 this is very freaky i'm sorry please forgive me. also i just wrote this in 30 mins or something

"I don't have hair gel in stock anymore. I'd like to separate myself from looking like Dante."

"Uh...? Then buy some...?"

"I have a better idea. Come here, darling."

The next thing you know, is finding your bare pussy humping on his hair. Disgusting, most likely unhygienic, but your delicate and slick folds are so lubricated. You rock your hips back and forth, feeling all the pleasure flood through you. All Vergil can see is your ass, sticking out his tongue to lick your hole gently, the sensations overwhelming you.

"V-Vergil... Stop... licking me there..."

He doesn't say a word. You don't even know why you're so willing to do this. But shit, his soft, white hair feels so fucking good on your cunt. Smells good too. Fresh out of the shower. It's turning you on so bad. You can feel each hair strand rubbing your clit. Not too rough. The perfect texture. A texture that makes your eyes roll up. Having your juices on his hair for the day, just so he won't look like his dear twin brother. Ridiculous.

"Ah... 'feels so good... I think I should do this more often...." Embarrassing. Did you just say that out loud?

You cried out, feeling yourself getting closer and closer in each movement you make. You completely forget the fact that he's going to use your orgasm as temporary hair gel. God knows what's going to happen next if Dante finds out.

"Vergil... I'm gonna—"

Your words cut off, and suddenly your body jolts in loads of pleasure. Your thighs squeeze around his head, from the intensity of the orgasm. It was so much, so much compared to Vergil eating you out, or using his big ass demon cock. You've fucked him in his Devil Trigger many times, but your orgasms weren't as intense as this one. Your juices dripped down his face, hungrily licking some of it. You tasted good, faintly sweet. You can't believe that Vergil's hair did all that.

"You did so well. Thank you."

He squeezes an asscheek, making you whine and twitch a little. He stands up, collecting the juices on his face using his fingers, finally fixing his hair back to his usual slicked-back style. With shaky legs, recovering from your orgasm, he helps you stand up, trying your best to ignore the bulge in his pants. You know he wants to take you right here and now, bent over on his couch, but he really needs to head to Devil May Cry for something important. You pray that none of the hunters smell you from Vergil. Especially Dante and Nero. Ones with demon blood pumping from their hearts.

"I'll compensate you later tonight, darling." That compensation he's talking about? He might have you hump his hair again and finally, some proper sexy time.

And with that, he enters the portal and disappears like you didn't use his hair to pleasure yourself. Looking all clean and handsome, forehead exposed, thanks to you being horny as hell.

"...This idiot."

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Sparda boys as those cringe text messages! Part 2 🍓

Dante

Vergil

Nero

V

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Another round?!

(Dante x Reader, post-sex shenanigans but I guess this is still smut)

Ugh... I'm so sore... My legs feel like jelly.... The bites on my legs and neck kinda hurt... and... whose clothes am I wearing? Isn't this Dante's coat?! It's so... comfy. Smells exactly like him. Not to mention I lost my panties?!?! I think we fucked a little too hard last night.

Dante studies your embarrassed and red-like-his-coat face, due to the inner thoughts forming inside your head.

"Shirtless??? G-Get your coat on yourself...! I can't look—"

"My coat looks good on you, love."

You glare at Dante. You both had the craziest night. 10 rounds. Maybe more. You lost count.

"....Do we have any missions today?"

"I don't think so—"

You suddenly hear Nico knock on the door.

"Heya Lovebirds. Did the boss of the agency forget? Be ready in 30 minutes. We've got some demon eliminating to do. Also, I heard something creaking loudly in your room for hours."

"....I—"

"We were fixing the bed. I-It was very squeaky, we couldn't sleep because of it either—"

"Zip it. Just make sure she's able to walk today, will ya? Be gentle to her next time. I lack the materials for creating a wheelchair."

And the footsteps grew quiet. Well, maybe it's Dante's fault for going too hard on you.

"A round before we head out?"

"What the fuck?! Vergil's going to kill us—"

As soon as the name gets mentioned, Vergil bangs on the door, so hard that it forms small cracks.

"Dante, I'm going to kill you tonight."

"....Well, kill you."

"Let him. Just don't let him kill you. Anyway, if you can't walk, I'll give you a piggyback ride. Unless you want another ride—"

"Shut. Up."

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That necklace... and a start of a love story 💘

(V x F!reader, friends to lovers)

yes this user starves for V content so she makes her own

I actually got DMC5 last week and V is so fun to play…. my favorite character is obviously not V 🫩

Also I might not post for a while. Uni starts next week, so I’ll be busy. Gotta pass before I get V’s ass. I’m sorryyy ✨

“V, I think this girl likes you.”

You were beside Lady and you guys were chatting. You’ve been wanting to confess to your long-term crush, the emo boy, the human half of Vergil. You both have been close friends but you’re afraid that V might not even understand how you feel towards him.

You didn’t expect Lady to take the first move. Fuck. This was never part of the plan. You were supposed to confess before New Year. Or maybe mutter out words during an intense demon battle to give him motivation. You both approach V, walking towards him while his back faces you. You were already very, very flustered. And what’s worse is, Griffon adds fuel to the fire.

Griffon is well aware of how you feel towards V, and he promised to keep it a secret. Now, he’s on Lady’s side this time. You wish a qliphoth root could just take you right now and seal you away forever.

“O-Oh! Right! She has a crush on you—“

“Shut up, annoying chicken!!!”

You shout at Griffon, making him stop instantly. You knew he was afraid of you, yet he still spilled the honest truth to his summoner.

V faces towards the two of you, eyes locking with yours. Lady smirks, and runs away.

“Trish is calling me. See you later!”

You wanted to slap her but it has sinked in, that maybe this is the day where you lose your very best friend. Thanks to some annoying blue chicken and a short haired girl.

“….What is a crush? Like you want to crush me into pieces?”

V questions, still looking at you. He notices your flustered, red-as-a-tomato face, and a slight smirk forms on his lips. Maybe he does understand after all.

“Ha! Q-Quite the opposite actually—“

“—Stupid chicken! Ignore him, V. I-I don’t even know what he’s saying…”

“You will pay for this, Griff…” are the only words you can formulate in your head. Your mind is totally blank, afraid of what fate has in store for you. It’s over, you think. You still try to think.

With the help of his cane, he walks toward you, your faces now inches away from each other. You can feel the heat from his body radiating.

“Tell me, y/n. What is this… crush thing…?”

“U-Um… Nothing really! I don’t know what—“

V starts to feel a little frustrated. You were quite the honest girl to him. He knows all your secrets. And what makes it even painful is, he holds the necklace you gave him tightly. You gave it 3 years ago as a gift, and from that day he never took it off. But it seems that he’s about to rip it off his neck. 3 years down the drain. Fuck your devil-hunter-in-love-with-an-emo-boy life.

“Aren’t we close after all, y/n? You don’t keep secrets from me.”

You felt a pang of guilt. You now think it’s your fault. For admitting your crazy feelings to Lady and Mr. Annoying Chicken. You should’ve just kept it inside. Until you can’t hold it in anymore. Regret has bloomed in you.

Suddenly, you feel a gloved hand on your cheek. It was V’s hand. He checks on your temperature.

“Are you alright? You don’t look well. You’re quite red, too.”

“Ah…. Yeah! J-Just feeling a little cold…”

“You’re lying, aren’t you? I know there’s something deeper.”

You stay silent. At this point, you are completely surrendered by his touch.

“Uh oh… this is getting spicy…”

Without a word, V snaps, and Griffon disappears in an instant, leaving the two of you.

“I do not desire to conceal this feeling any longer, either.”

He drops his cane, both hands cupping your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a kiss. His lips feel soft against yours, and you instantly kissed back. You can’t believe that this boy stole your first kiss.

You both pull back, looking into each other’s eyes passionately. You did it. You finally confessed your feelings for him.

He suddenly pulls out his book, holding tightly onto the necklace you gave him, and reads one out loud to you.

“…I shall write your name here then. This is our book now.”

Little did you know that the poem he read was just one of the poems he wrote for you. Half of the book are full of poems about you, and V can’t wait to show them off throughout your brand new relationship. 🖤

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Sparda boys as those cringe text messages! 💕

Is this a shitpost? Probably.

‼️ All images are from Pinterest!

Dante 🍓

Vergil ⛈️

Nero 🥀

V 📖

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Sorry no title or special emojis and stuff. I just wanted to share this because i starve for v x reader content. it's currently 4am in my country am i cooked?

This was originally YunaV (yumeship) but ok whatever

Every after tiring mission, V likes to wrap his arms around you from behind. Your warmth somehow can repair V's cracks, maybe it's due to the fact that you're considered a loved one to him. Dante and Nero? I don't know. Of course, it is a You thing to repay his affection. You rub soothing circles on his hands.

V hides his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, even if it reeks of demon blood from the hunting earlier. Trish and Lady watches the scene in real time, trying not to cringe. Besides, they have to get used to it— you guys are the only dating couple in the agency. You're practically in love with every form of Vergil. You say that V is the most boyfriend material one, so that's why you prefer to be around V more. You don't hate Vergil of course, it's just... he's different. And he's cute when he gets affectionate around you. Like, you're the only person he's comfortable with to do such things.

"Not the post-battle cuddling..." Trish teasingly says, whispering to Lady. "Let them be, they're adorable."

Meanwhile, Dante and Nero have a conversation away from them, trying to not interrupt.

"You did a great job beating those demons," V said in a soft voice, making you blush. You're so exhausted, but you still have the energy to blush around your boyfriend. "You too... especially Shadow."

Upon mentioning the name, Shadow wraps around the two, nuzzling against your leg. Griffon? Annoying chicken. You still love him though. You wish you could just throw him in the air like what Dante did, but V would probably get angry.

"What is this, a family reunion? We're always together." Griffon tugs at your hair again, making you whine. "Fuck you." "Woah woah woah, watch your language, V's girlfriend."

V moves to the front, to "protect" you from the annoying blue flying chicken. V strokes your hair gently. "Hey, her hair is not my arm." "Okay, okay, fine... Sorry." It's a regular thing that happens, and you're used to it.

"C'mon y'all, let's go home already. I'm starving." Nico shouts, from the window of the van.

"I'm ordering pizza," Dante immediately answers. "What the fuck? Order something else. Ask the couple cuddling right there what they want for dinner." Nero replies.

"Ah. I asked them... before the mission. They want pizza—"

"Dante. Don't lie."

"Um..."

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10 minutes!~

👀

(dante x f!reader, reader is a devil hunter too of course but you are in a relationship with dante, oral (reader is receiving))

💋 dante is stressed out before a meeting, but only you can be the one to relieve his stress.

THIS IS SO CRINGE but anything for the loyal Dante fans 🥰 enjoy~ also i love his eyes sm- I AM LOYAL TO VERGIL I SWEAR🧍‍♂️

Dante's eyes darted around his cluttered desk, his heart racing faster than a Formula 1 car. He was a man on a mission, searching for the elusive paperclip that had decided to play hide and seek at the most inconvenient time. His fingers danced over the mess, pushing aside crumpled pieces of paper, a forgotten strawberry sundae, and a half-eaten pizza. The clock on the wall was a silent yet persistent reminder of the ticking minutes. He had exactly ten more to get ready for the next meeting with the devil hunters.

"Dante, are you okay?" Your soft voice echoed through the doorway. You leaned against the frame, your brow furrowed with concern. You were dressed impeccably, not a single hair out of place, unlike the chaotic scene you found before you. Dante looked up, his cheeks flushing a shade darker than his coat. "Yeah, just...looking for something," he mumbled, hoping you couldn't see his shaking hands.

You stepped into the room, your boots clicking against the wooden floor. "You know the meeting starts in ten minutes, right?" You asked, your tone a blend of amusement and urgency. Dante nodded, his mind racing. He had never been late for anything in his career, and he wasn't about to start now. "I'm almost done," he lied, his voice strained. The paperclip remained elusive, like a mirage in the desert of his desk.

"Let me help," you offered, your eyes scanning the mess. Your hands moved swiftly and efficiently, a stark contrast to Dante's frenzied search. Within seconds, you plucked a shiny paperclip from beneath a stack of files. "Here it is," you said, smiling sweetly. Dante took it with a sigh of relief, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. In that instant, something changed. The tension in the room grew palpable, and the air crackled with an unspoken energy that neither could ignore.

Without warning, Dante's hand shot out, grabbing the back of your neck, and he pulled you into a fierce kiss. You gasped, surprised, but didn't push away. Instead, your arms wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer. The paperclip fell forgotten to the floor, unnoticed. Only a whirlwind of passion, the stress of the impending meeting dissipating like mist in the sun.

Both bodies collided, the desk creaking under the sudden weight. Dante's hand slid down your back, cupping your waist and lifting you onto the desk. The papers scattered, fluttering to the floor like leaves in an autumn breeze. Your legs wrapped around him, your skirt riding up. He felt the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips, your breath hot against his ear as you whispered, "We don't have much time."

The urgency in your voice only fueled his desire. He kissed your neck, feeling the rapid beat of your pulse under his lips. His hands roamed up your thighs, the fabric of your stockings smooth and inviting. Your hands were busy too, unbuttoning his black shirt, your nails lightly scratching his chest. You had to be quick, silent, and precise, like ninjas in a library.

Dante leaned back, looking into your eyes, and whispered, "I need this, y/n." You nodded, your own eyes dark with need. You both knew the risk, but the thrill was too much to resist. With a swift movement, you adjust your position, breathing shallow and erratic. You could already hear Trish and Lady chattering outside.

He knelt before you, his hands sliding under your skirt, pushing it aside to reveal your lacy panties. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, your bare thighs and the hint of what lay beneath the fabric. With a wicked grin, Dante hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down, exposing you to the cool air. Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but you didn't protest, your legs parting slightly in invitation.

He leaned in, his breath hot on your skin, and took a long, lingering lick from the base of your thigh to your clit. You gasped, your hips jerking upwards. The devil hunter took his time, savoring your sweetness and the way you quivered under his touch. His tongue danced around you, teasing and tasting, until you were moaning softly. He could feel the heat of your arousal, the way you grew wetter with every stroke.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, as you struggled to keep your voice down. Dante knew he had you on the edge and didn't hold back. He buried his face between your thighs, his tongue working you in a rhythm that mirrored the ticking clock on the wall. Your moans grew louder, your body tensing. He could feel your orgasm building, the way you tightened around his mouth. And when you came, it was a silent explosion of pleasure, your body arching and your eyes squeezed shut.

For a moment, you remained frozen, panting and trembling. Then, with a grin, Dante stood up, straightening his coat and smoothing out his shirt. "Now, I think I'm ready for that meeting," he said, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. You slid off the desk, adjusting your own clothing with shaky hands.