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jester-from-hell · 6 months

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quick detour

Pairing/s: Nero Sparda x Fem!Reader Warning/s: NOT PROOFREAD, (18+) SMUT, car sex, making out, p in v sex, cowgirl position, dirty talking, breeding kink, female reader Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Dante needs help with a few demons, where the hell is Nero? Author's note: kyrie is not in a relationship with nero here, she's with nico <3 also omg i finally published smth this month. i apologize for being so inactive, i hate school rn uhuhu

dante let out a frustrated groan as a demon managed to sneak past his guard and slashed him on his back, which the devil hunter countered with an aggressive thrust of his massive sword; stabbing through the demon's weakish body, screeching in pain before flopping its limbs dead.

he sighed in exhaustion as he attempted to give his limbs a good stretch, "nico! where the hell is my nephew?" dante called out to the woman tinkering inside her van, "my back's aching."

"i called him just a few seconds ago, said he got lost and will be here in a while!" she yelled back as she ran back and forth, looking for tools, "wasn't his old man supposed to help you?"

"nah verge went out looking for something without me." dante sulked as he sliced through another hoard of demons, "he just left a note that said 'went out, don't bother me.'"

nico snorted and laughed, "he probably went sightseeing. hell, i mean, if i was trapped down in the underworld for god knows how long, i'd also be up and about exploring'."

dante pouted, "not gonna lie, you got a point. just thought he'd wanna spend it with his dear ol' brother." finishing off another pesky group of demons charging towards him with a swift kick of balrog and powerful overdrive slashes.

as he was about to put his devil sword back and take a quick rest from all the fighting, dante caught sight of a new wave of demons in the distance approaching him. with a groan of annoyance, he shook his head and stabbed his weapon to the ground before proceeding to lean his worn-out body against it, "god damn it nero, you better get your ass here quick."

"fuck sweetheart, hold on." nero moaned out before you pulled him back to your swollen lips. insatiable hunger blurring both your senses.

how did you both end up in this? nero probably forgot. all he remembers was you picking him up from his place in fortuna, bidding goodbye to his sister kyrie, and entering your car. he could probably only try to remember the first hour of the drive─the way you both shared laughs and stories, but honestly, they all faded away the moment you parked the car in a hidden alleyway and got onto his lap.

now, here you both were. clothes were strewn all over the seats, and you were left in your underwear while he was shirtless.

you ground your clothed cunt against his hardened cock hidden beneath the confines of his rough pants while his hands gripped your waist, urging your body closer to his and thrusting up into you. nero lets out a short gasp as his cock twitches in anticipation but is silenced once again by your tongue invading his mouth, his consciousness in a haze as he struggles to keep up with your eager actions.

nero wasn't gonna lie, your lips were so addicting. he too didn't want to part from them─in fact, he could spend hours─but the desperation building up between you was so overwhelming; he could feel his inner devil clawing its way out the depths to claim you for himself, but nero knew he had to control it. that's why he needed to put his cock inside you and breed you fully, and also because he promised nico you both would arrive soon. dante will definitely kick his ass.

you finally part from him, breathing in deep and heavy pants while breathless moans escape your throat. nero, still recovering from the steamy make-out session, collapses back into the seat as he lazily rubs tiny circles on your hips with his thumb.

"s-slow down, baby... you're gonna have me fainting before this even begins." he chuckles, taking in steady breaths, "always so eager to have my cock, huh?"

you giggled, "not my fault you're irresistible nero." stripping off your bra, "plus we told nico we'll be there soon, right?" you gave him a wink before sliding your panties off next and throwing them carelessly at the backseats.

nero shrugs while nodding in agreement, "then let's not keep them waiting." he unbuttons his pants and shuffles to strip them off, then also haphazardly throwing them behind him.

"commando? now nero, what were you expecting, hm?"

"fucking you, isn't that obvious?" he wiggles his eyebrows and smirks as you playfully roll your eyes and settle yourself back onto his lap, you both let out small moans as the bareness of your pussy came in contact with the slick shaft of his cock jolting pleasure throughout the nerves of your lower regions.

you then moved to recline your body with your arms stretched back and hands placed on his thighs to keep you upright. with your back arched, nero's eyes drink in the sight of your nudity; bare breasts greeting him with a wink, feeling the intoxicating flavor of your aura engulf his senses every time his eyes take a whole sweep. deep purrs of his inner demon rumble from the back of his throat when you suddenly slowly moved your hips back and forth, feeling his length slipping right between the folds of your cunt.

"come on sweetheart, stop teasing me." he groans out, but you ignore him and continue moving.

he watches through half-lidded eyes as you bite your lower lip. despite his pleas for needing to fuck you already, nero indulges in the way you're steadily drowning in the pleasure of your insides aching and clit throbbing from the warm sensation of his gaze and your movements on his cock.

your lust-filled eyes never faltered from his as you has nero gripping the car seat, resisting the urge to release his spectral arms from their confinement.

as much as he loves the intimacy you were sharing right now, however, with the fearful anticipation that nico or worse, dante, would call again and wonder where the fuck you two were, nero made the move of gripping your hips to slightly lift you and quickly pushed his cock to enter you. a high-pitched moan escaped his throat as soon as he guided your hips to sink all the way down, enthralled with the way your pussy sweetly contracts around his length and size.

your mouth forms an 'o' as your cunt is filled with the flesh and warmth of him causing you to collapse forward onto his chest. nero takes this opportunity to wrap his arms around you while burying his face into your neck, mouth sucking and biting every inch of skin he could reach─you exhale out short gasps and mewls as the sharp tips of his canines graze your sensitive areas.

nero is particularly fond of pulling out little sounds and sighs from you as your fingers clutch at his hair uselessly and hips make small up and down movements. he purrs at the sensation of your breaths tickling the nerves of his neck and how your trembling whimpers send a wave of goosebumps to come crashing down across his skin, his eyes subtly change into a dark golden shade and his pupils turn to slits.

you could feel a growl rumble against your chest, a pique of curiosity got the better of you causing you to pull your head away from his neck and rest your forehead on his but arms still wrapped around his shoulders.

it was always such a turn-on to watch nero's demon take over once in a while. you recalled a time when you two were making out on the couch in nico's van while she was out to buy something at a convenience store. nero seemed to be in a rut at that time and it only fueled his desire in the moment your lips were so intensely locked with his that he didn't seem to notice his spectral arms were already tearing and shredding your clothes off.

you bit your lip from the memory to suppress a small giggle and proceeded to gyrate your hips more onto his cock.

he releases a small groan while both his hands grip and grope your asscheeks to manually aid your movements and for him to thrust his cock deeper into you.

"fuck, baby... such a good tight pussy..."

you could say nothing but hum and moan in contentment at the climax building up in your gut, making you clench your gooey walls around him and bite onto the mate marking placed just under his jaw. nero's body jolts as you sink your teeth into his skin and lick up a broad stripe of blood that trailed down his neck, and in response, the blunt nails of his fingers dig themselves into the flesh of your ass.

out of nowhere, your arms were suddenly pulled back. you let out a gasp of surprise to see nero's spectral arms outstretched and grasping your wrists behind you─arching your back and chest freely bouncing in front of his face.

you hear nero mumble out, "mmm yeah, fucking sexy..."

you both could feel the car rock faster and faster as nero leaks profusely into your clenching pussy. the harsh pace he was keeping up had nero's leg muscles trembling now he had to completely drop his upper body right onto the car seat, hauling you over him with a kiss that just turned into tongues messily intertwining with one another─making a disgusting spit fest all over.

every thrust grows wetter and wetter as nero increases the force and speed of his hips, he feels a sense of satisfaction glow at the idea of breeding you. picturing the image of your leaky hole, motivated nero to keep pounding you to oblivion.

he knew you were getting close, the way your whimpers started to grow higher in pitch and he felt a few tears trail down your cheeks, nero grasped you impossibly tighter close to him so as to not let a single drop of his seed to spill out.

you detached your lips from him in panic, "w-wait... nero! fuck! im n-not on a p─"

he huffed, feeling himself beginning to explode, "i don't care. you're fucking mine sweetheart, i'll take care of you."

this had you biting down on his mating mark again. after all the buildup, nero moaned and snapped his hips against yours as his cum exploded deep within your cunt. as soon as the tip of his cock slammed into your womb and ropes and the warmth of his seed filling in, your climax washed over you. he worked you through your orgasm and even a little after until you totally collapsed limp on his body. satiated against his sweaty chest.

nero tries to bask in the afterglow of the mind-blowing sex he just had and the tickling nerves within his skin as he cuddles you closer when all of a sudden your phone rings. not wanting you to detach yourself from him, he quickly grabs your phone from the driver's seat and answers without glancing at the screen.

"Hang on nico, we're almost the─"

"DON'T EVEN BOTHER KID, JOB'S DONE. I'M SO GONNA WHOOP YOUR ASS WHEN WE GET HOME."

ah fuck, dante.

A/N: i've been wanting to publish a dmc smut fic since I've been in this fandom for 3 years alshdjasdka i love this game so much aaahhh so i hope you enjoy this as much as i did

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jester-from-hell · 7 months

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How The DMC Boys Eat Out

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WARNINGS: NSFW! - oral (female receiving)

WORD COUNT: ~150 per person

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DANTE

Dante’s a busy man but what does he always make time for? Dessert. Though it’s not often you get dedicated alone time, Dante has made it a habit to at least reward you for sticking by his side as often as possible. This usually has you seated atop his desk, hands grasping at bills and work permits, as he sits before you in his beaten leather chair. Hungry and eager, he’ll kitten-lick at your hole ensuring that he’s tasting every single drop of arousal that leaks out. Dante’s a pleaser at heart, meaning he’ll go til his jaw locks or you yank him off of you. But until that point, he’ll make sure to mutter praise and sweet nothings in your heat, making you twitch and squirm. When he’s not holding your hips down, he’ll switch off between pumping digits or his tongue into you, knowing the right combination to make anyone unlucky enough to be at the agency hear you cry out his name til you lose all capability of intelligent speak.

“So wet - just for me, sugarplum. M’gonna make sure you can’t walk after this.”

VERGIL

Unlike his twin, Vergil appreciates more calculated encounters, rather than spontaneous ones. Ambience is very important to him; he’ll make sure that everything leading up to the moment is just right. Candles, wine, and soft sonatas playing in the background - all leading up to get you seated above him, thighs nearly squeezing his head into the mattress. The crude act of face-sitting is made into a poetic one when Vergil is under you. Methodical tongue movements and cherry lips sucking the life out of you make your hands grip the headboard with unbeknownst strength. Calloused hands will knead into your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles in an attempt to calm your jolting above him. Vergil has spent years mastering the art of patience and playing the long-game. He’ll make sure to draw out every single second til your legs give out. Aftercare is a biggie for him, holding you to his chest and praising your behavior to calm your pounding heart.

“Don’t mock me, little one. When I say sit, I mean sit.”

NERO

Nero is the happy-medium of the trio. Whether it’s quickies in the van or the good ol’ ‘wined and dined’, he’ll make sure that you are his number one priority. If there’s one thing Nero loves, though, it’s getting to stay in bed with you on his day off. Tired kisses and slow petting will eventually lead to Nero disappearing under the covers to take post between your legs. Inside the cocoon of blankets, Nero will lazily drag his fingers over your sensitive folds before anchoring his mouth to your bud. Gentle flicks of his tongue timing to the pump of his two fingers buried in you to the knuckle. Intermittently, his mouth will detach from you and trail kisses along your inner thighs and navel, whispering how good you taste and how much he loves you. He won’t emerge from his hideout until you’ve came - peeking out of the covers to kiss you sweetly, the taste of yourself prominent on his lips.

“There you go, let it out. You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.”

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jester-from-hell · 7 months

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DMC Men on Valentine's Day (SFW/NSFW)

Gender-neutral reader! NSFW is marked before it begins for each <3

1.8k words

Dante

☆Dante had never taken Valentine's Day seriously

☆Before he met you there was no real love in his life so the day meant nothing to him

☆With you in his life though, he is determined to make Valentine’s Day the best day of the year

☆Very stereotypical setup, he got the flowers, the candy, the floor covered in flower petals, and your shared apartment is fully lit up by candles

☆He is pulling out all of the stops by making you your favorite dinner and treating you to a romantic bubble bath

☆He has never done romantic stuff before and he’s actually really into it

☆Dante finds decorating and setting everything up to be very fun and keeps imagining your reaction when you arrive home and see everything

☆When you do arrive home your reaction is better than he imagined as you wrap your arms around him tightly planting kisses on his lips, nose, and cheeks

☆You were not expecting this and are so grateful for the effort he put in

☆First, he helps you take off your coat, takes your bags from you, and then leads you to the dining table where the food is set up

☆The meal is delicious and you can taste the love he put into it, he tells you how he had a small mishap while cooking and you both laugh and talk for hours

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆After dessert, Dante leads you into the bathroom where he has a bath ready for the two of you

☆He stands behind you planting kisses on your neck and down your shoulders slowly taking off your clothes

☆Once you are down to just your underwear you start to undress him starting by taking off his shirt, kissing all over his chest, and running your hands over his abs

☆You drop to your knees as he reaches down to undo his belt, eagerly you pull down his jeans and boxers and are met with his semi-hard length

☆Taking your hand around it you spit onto his tip and spread it over the head of his cock beginning to stroke him

☆“God, I love the way you do that, Baby” Dante groans as he looks down to meet your eyes

☆You lock eyes with him as you take him into your mouth swirling your tongue his tip still using your hand to stroke him

☆Taking his cock further into your mouth prompts Dante to place his hand on the back of your head gently pushing you to take him deeper down your throat, “Just like that, you’re doing so well for me”

☆You bob your head using your free hand to brace yourself until he stops you brings you up to standing and pulls you into a kiss

☆“You are so good to me, but today is about you,” he says as he takes your hand to lead you into the tub

☆Dante spends the night exploring your body and making sure you are satisfied before finally lying down in your shared bedroom where he has put several dozens of flower bouquets around

☆He holds you against his chest drawing patterns on your back as he whispers about his love for you until you fall asleep

Vergil

☆This man loves you more than you will ever know

☆However, he is clueless when it comes to things like Valentine’s Day

☆This doesn't mean he isn't going to try as he does want to spend this day with you and show you how much you mean to him

☆Valentine’s with Vergil is simple and meaningful

☆He plans to make dinner with you playing music while you two work together to prepare the meal

☆A song will come on that Vergil specifically made sure was on the playlist

☆When the first note plays he stops what he’s doing to take your hand and pull you to his chest

☆One hand goes to your waist and the other takes your hand in his as he leads you in a slow dance

☆Having you close to him allows him to shower you with compliments and tell you just how much you mean to him

☆He ends the dance with a kiss on your cheek and you two go back to work

☆You work seamlessly together to set the table and plate the food

☆The meal is beautiful and the conversation you share is deep and full of love

☆After you are done eating you go to begin cleaning but Vergil stops you and hands you an envelope telling you he wants you to read it while he takes care of the dishes

☆Puzzled you nod and go to the couch to open the letter

☆Inside is a beautifully written note recounting your relationship from the day he met you until now saying how grateful he is to have you in his life

☆You begin to cry before you can get to the end and by this time he has come to sit beside you wiping away your tears

☆“You are the world to me, the end to my suffering,” he says as he places a kiss on your lips

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆You deepen the kiss running your hand through his hair and gently tugging at his white locks

☆Vergil groans into your mouth pulling you onto his lap not once taking his lips off of yours

☆He places his hands on your ass gently squeezing as he pulls you into him

☆You begin to roll your hips into his starting to feel him harden underneath you

☆Breaking the kiss he leans his head to look at you fully

☆“Be good for me and get on your hands and knees” he asks guiding you with his hands

☆You happily oblige feeling him take off your pants from behind you

☆Making quick work of your shirt you turn to see Vergil now undressed behind you slowly stroking his cock

☆He pulls out a bottle of your favorite lube and applies a generous amount to his now swollen member

☆Placing a hand on your hip he guides the tip of his cock to your entrance

☆“Take it all for me, Baby,” as he slowly slides into you

☆His thrusts are deep starting slowly

☆He wants you to feel him fully each time he enters you

☆Grabbing your hips with both hands he guides you back to fuck yourself on his cock

☆Your moans fuel him as he changes the pace to a faster one

☆When he’s about to cum he grabs your hair to pull your back against his chest

☆As he finishes he whispers in your ear, “You are mine and I will never let you go”

Nero

☆This man has all of the right intentions but cannot plan to save his life

☆He had so many ideas of what to do with you on Valentine’s Day, so excited to show you how much he loves and cares for you

☆But he did not check his calendar and now here the two of you are on Valentine’s Day driving to kick some demon ass

☆He thought it was weird that Nico wasnt here to drive but he forgot about it as he was too focused on designing a bouquet of flowers for you in his head

☆Nero starts up a conversation as he usually does, you seem off but once again he is so preoccupied with what restaurant to make reservations at he figures that he’ll ask you about it later

☆It was a small job only taking the two of you about an hour and something falls out of your bag as you were packing things up

☆Nero picks it up thinking that he’s helping you but he notices that it’s a cutely wrapped box with his name on it

☆You see what’s in his hand and lock eyes with him unsure of what to say next

☆This is when it clicks, today is Valentine’s Day

☆Immediately he begins to apologize attempting to explain what happened and how he lost track of time and promising to make it up to you

☆You stop him and tell him that you aren’t angry and tell him to open the box

☆He opens it to find a note stating that you were sorry for forgetting what today was

☆You tell him that you also had plans for today but did not look at the calendar until today, only having time for what is currently in his hands

☆He starts laughing and pulls you into a bear hug, you two hold each other as you laugh over what happened realizing that a day didn't matter, the bond you had was unbreakable and the love you share is stronger than anything life throws at you

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆Getting back into the van all of the awkward air is gone and you can now just enjoy each other's company

☆You look over at him from the passenger seat and start noticing how good Nero looks today

☆While he rambles on about what take-out food to get for tonight you begin to run your hand over his thigh

☆It takes a minute for him to pick up on what you’re up to but once you begin stroking his cock through his pants he shuts up

☆His grip on the wheel tightens trying to keep focus on the road

☆“You keep this up and we might crash, Sweetheart,” He says aware of how hard he is now

☆Taking this as a challenge more than a warning you undo his belt and he lefts his hips to pull his pants down freeing his cock already dripping with precum

☆You undo your seatbelt hoping to take him into your mouth but your plans come to a halt as you feel him abruptly pull over

☆“Get in the back now,” Nero says as he puts the van in park and takes the keys out of the ignition

☆Quickly you get to the back and undress watching as he does the same

☆Nero lays you on your back taking one of your legs in his hand and bringing it up to his shoulder

☆He spits into his hand and spreads it over his cock before he lines up with your entrance

☆Locking eyes with you he says, “I love you and I never want you to forget that,” as he pushes into you fully

☆The gasp that leaves your lips tells him everything he needs to know

☆Fucking you in the back of a car was not what either of you planned on for Valentine’s Day but you know he will more than makeup for it when you get home

Author's note: This is my first NSFW post! I have more detailed posts that I am working on and will be writing longer and more detailed stories both SFW and NSFW for individual characters soon <3<3

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jester-from-hell · 7 months

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Hiii!!

I loove your fics and lately I've been begging for some new Nero fics 🫡🫡

Could I request a fic with Nero and fem!reader where they're really good friends and yknow It's really cold outside and they both have to stay in an inn. Maybe one of the two offers their bed? And they both finally give in after a long while of hidding their feelings.

I really really crave some cute fluffy Nero smut, reader being her first🤭

Don't stress too much about this, and of course you can choose to write it or not!!

Thank you sweetie🫶🫶

ty for this !! i love a good ‘oh noooo, there’s only one bed’ trope.

tbh im not the biggest nero lover so this was a slight challenge but it ended up pretty good and a lot longer than expected lol. i also didn’t know how to end it but i hope you enjoy !!!!

Two Pals, One Bed

an unexpected storm puts you and nero in an unlikely situation

PAIRING: DMC5 Nero x afab reader

WARNINGS: (NSFW!: first-time/virgin!reader, fingering, penetration)

WORD COUNT: 2k

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The sheets of rain pounded on the windshield of the van, making visibility hard on the patchy road. You flicked out the wrinkles in the map, squinting in the light of your phone to see the web of routes.

“Can’t see a damn foot in front of me like this.”, Nero grumbled from the driver’s seat. “No thanks to you, by the way.”

His pointed blame made you crinkle the map in your hands. You both had been driving for seemingly hours, trying to make it home from a job, but the storm was making it hard to navigate the backroads.

“There’s an inn after the next right, we’ll duck from the rain til morning.”

Nero sighed and shook his head. “We would’ve been home by now, if it wasn’t for your dumbass.” He peered over the steering wheel, on the lookout for the upcoming turn.

“Nuh uh,”, you started, a scowl on your face, “don’t pin this on me! I don’t control the weather.”

“Whatever.”

Nero makes the right and after a couple miles of silence, the faint beacon of lit windows pierces through the gloom. Pulling into the lot in front of the inn, Nero parks the car and hops out. You follow suit and hastily trail behind him, using your bag as cover from the harsh rain. Entering the inn, you walk slowly to examine the tacky decor - artificial fish and paintings of sunny beaches mocking your drenched clothes. Nero makes a beeline to the front desk and is quick to return with a set of keys in hand.

“We got lucky. Seems like everyone had the same idea, but they had one room left.” Nero pats you on the shoulder and cocks his head toward the direction of the stairs. “C’mon.”

You nod and follow Nero up the stairs to your appointed room, sighing in relief to be out of the storm. Nero drops his backpack on the desk and stares at the single queen-sized bed in the center of the room.

“……..one bed.”

“One bed.”, you repeat. It seems that the universe thought it would be funny if you two shared a bed after a night of endless bickering and side-eyes. You eventually shrug and flop down on the bed, looking up at Nero. “I mean, we’ve slept in worse conditions, right? You remember the cyclops cave?”

That earns a tiny smile from him, chiseling away at the tension from earlier.

“Thanks for reminding me. It’s not like I spend every waking moment trying to forget the smell of decay and ball sweat.”

You both laugh and you feel the frustration slowly leave your body. Nero digs around his bag for a change of clothes and heads to the bathroom to change. You take this as your cue to do the same, pulling out a clean shirt and pair of underwear and discarding your old ones in the corner of the room. You crawl into the bed, flicking on the tv and settling in. Nero returns a few minutes later, changed and seemingly back to his easy-going self. He switches off the lights and gets into the bed, leaving some space between you both. You both watch a rerun of an old sitcom before Nero breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole to you. You were only trying to help, and I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you.”

The apology doesn’t take you completely by surprise, considering that Nero is the most levelheaded person you know, but you appreciate it nonetheless. You pull the covers up over you, sinking down to lay on your pillow as you address him.

“Don’t worry about it, Nero. We’ve had a long day and have gotten thrown every which way - it’s no one’s fault. Besides, I’m happy it was with you and not with anyone else, it could’ve gone a lot worse.”

Nero nods in agreement but he’s not lost on the subtle flirting in your last sentence. Nero glances down at you resting form, your eyes trained on the tv mounted to the wall. For the past few weeks, it seems you two have been dancing around the obvious for the sake of staying focused on work. But considering that you both are literally in the same bed, it’s hard to ignore now. You look up to him, his face turning a pretty pink from being caught staring.

“Was there something else?”, you ask, noting his blush.

“You’re really pretty.”

Nero blurts out the compliment, heart starting to pick up from embarrassment. ‘Reaaaal smooth, Nero. Bet Dante would get a kick out of this’, he thinks to himself. Your own face turns red in response, a shy smile on your face.

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” Nero starts, sliding down to be beside you under the covers. “And smart, funny, brave.”

You stare at him with awe, in disbelief that those words left his mouth. Without another breath, you lean to the side where he’s laying and kiss him. It’s a gentle, tentative kiss, but full of meaning and longing. Nero’s brain short-circuits and it takes a second before he returns the kiss. Slow and cautious, your mouths explore this newfound feeling. Without breaking away, Nero rolls on top of you, hands running up your sides. Feelings of excitement and anxiety intermingle in your stomach and you break the kiss to look up at him, eyes wide. Nero returns the look with concern, his hand cupping your face.

“You okay? Did…did I do something wrong?”

“No, I-“, you cut yourself off, building up confidence before speaking again. “I need to tell you something.”

Nero raises his eyebrows, interest piqued. “You know you can tell me anything.”

You gulp and take a deep breath, making sure that this is really happening. You look down at the empty space between the two of you as you speak. “I’ve never gone this far with anyone.” You pause, frowning slightly. “I mean, I’ve messed around but I’ve never actually….slept with anyone before.”

Nero runs a hand over your hair and kisses your forehead sweetly. There’s a clear look of understanding on his face. “Y/N, you don’t have anything to be sorry about. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. And if you don’t wanna do anything now, I won’t hold that against you either.”

“I want to, I’m just nervous.” Your eyes have a vulnerability to them, like you’re already standing there naked in front of him.

“It’s okay to be nervous. Fuck, I’m nervous. But, it’ll be okay, as long as you enjoy it. And if you change your mind or need me to stop, that’s okay, too.”

With his reassurance, you nod and pull him back down to reinstate the kiss. Nero sighs into your mouth, happy to be connected again. You feel his hands snake down to your thighs, running over the exposed skin with light touches. As scared as you were, everything felt right in this moment. Your own shaky hands moved to tug at his shirt to help him out of it. Nero yanks the shirt over his head before reaching to pull down your underwear. He stops and looks up at you, waiting for the green light from you; you give him an eager nod and he proceeds. You feel his fingers brush against your sensitive bud and your breathing hitches in your chest. His fingers move slow, tracing circles into your flesh as his mouth trails sweet kisses to your ear.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Nero’s soft voice and tender touches elicits a moan from you, almost forgetting to reply to him. You turn to look at him and mumble a ‘yes’ out, hips rocking against his hand. Nero hums in content, moving his fingers to your already wet slit. He toys with the hole for a moment, testing the waters in case you change your mind. By the way you’re sighing and whimpering, he takes it as his sign to go on, pushing in two fingers slowly. Your back arches, jaw dropping silently. Pumping slowly in and out, his strong, slender fingers tease your g-spot. Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping onto him for support. Minutes go by as your climax builds up, your walls pulsing around his fingers. Before you can warn him of the oncoming wave, his fingers slip out, making you groan in disappointment. He laughs at your noise, slipping off the rest of his clothes.

“Easy, tiger. I got more to give, believe me.”, he chuckles. Leaning down to kiss you once more, he positions himself between your legs. “Ready, pretty girl?”

You nod and smile into his mouth. “Ready.”

Aligning with your slick, Nero pushes into you with a moan of satisfaction. You bury your head in his neck, stifling a cry from being stretched. Nero’s arm comes up to wrap around your head protectively, cradling you in comfort. Once fully in, he stays still to let you adjust to the new feeling. You feel your breathing slow down and you nod again, letting him know it’s okay to move. His cock slips almost completely out of you until he pushes it back in, repeating this until he creates a steady, sensual rhythm. Mewls from you are muffled by how close Nero’s holding you - his free hand hooking under one of your knees to lift you ever so slightly. Over and over, the head of his cock hits that sweet spot and you feel your orgasm start to build back up, ready to satisfy the delay from earlier. The moment feels surreal, considering how many times you’ve dreamt of this moment, and you flex your fingers every now and then to remind yourself it’s really happening.

You look out from your safe place in Nero’s neck and see him above you - eyes shut, mouth ajar, and a sheen layer of sweat making him glisten in the light of the tv still playing. The display from him is what sets you off, knowing that you’re the cause of it. Your core tightens and those familiar electric pulses make your body quiver with pleasure.

“O-oh, god, that feels so good…. I’m gonna…gonna…”

“Let it out, I’ve got you.”

The encouragement from Nero is all you need to let go, a wave of pleasure taking over all of your senses. Your legs shake around Nero and a sound you’ve never heard from yourself before fills the room. Fuelled by your reactions, Nero chases after his own high, fucking into you passionately. Sweat dripping down his face, he looks down at you with an adoring smile before his eyes squeeze shut, followed by a series of whimpers and curses. Your walls milk him free of every drop of seed, the feeling overwhelming for him. You stare up at him in awe, your vision going in and out from your own orgasm.

His thrusts slow to a stop, allowing him to collapse on you. Both of you lay there panting, the heat of your bodies almost overbearing. You run your hand up and down Nero’s back, soothing him through the end of his orgasm. Eventually, Nero lifts his head and gives you a weak kiss, bumping his nose to yours.

“You did great, y/n. Seriously, that was….”

“Amazing.”, you finish for him, a giggle following it.

“Yeah, that.”

Nero pushes himself up and out of you, rolling onto his back beside you. He reaches over and pulls you into his arms, stationing you to lay on his chest. You can hear his heart thumping strongly, beating a lullaby to you.

“Get some rest, beautiful. You’ve earned it after that.”

You start to protest sleep but a yawn betrays you, realizing how warm and safe you feel in Nero’s arms. As minutes pass, your eyes grow heavier and soon close for the night, your breathing deep and slow. Nero’s hands tangle in the strands of your hair, twirling them mindlessly until sleep triumphs over him as well.

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jester-from-hell · 7 months

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Hey how are ya doing? Would you write how the DMC guys (Dante, Vergil, and Nero.. V if you wanna) react to their s/o smacking their butt? Does it lead to sexy fun time? 😏 It is at any time or only in private? Is it playful or heavy handed. 🥵💦 As always if you don't feel comfortable with it don't worry about it. Have a great day Rockstar!

Hello, I've been good lately sorry this request took so long but thank you for asking it's a pleasure to see you again in my inbox!

(This work includes gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW contents under the cut)

Dante

It does take Dante surprise at first; your hand stealthily coming across to give his ass a hard slap while he was bent over the bar at the back of his shop to grab one of the more expensive bottles to celebrate a relatively hard job well done one day. Usually it's always him dealing out the teasing but when that sudden yelp buckles out of his throat and he looks at you to see you only smug with that cocky grin it definitely rattles something in him and what it rattles goes straight to his dick. He just sure hopes that you can finish this little game you started.

Next when he catches you off guard your standing at the desk on the phone with Lady, going over the details of your up coming job that would take you out of town for a few days together, elbow propped so you can rest your head on your plam while your eyes search the letter the client gave and more importantly to a certain scheming son of Sparda; your ass free and out in the open, unexpected. All he has to do is trick over for payback to resume; the sudden strike causing an embarrassing noise from you that you can just hear Lady on the other line silently question but then seemingly figuring put it's some dumb Dante's doing before continuing on asking more details of the job. Heat swells in your face as you look back at Dante who returns your intial smugness and shit eating grin, making it very clear that he's playing your game - a game you were intending to win.

Back and forth you two go; at the most unexpected points surprising each other with sudden spanks to get that interesting shades of cheeks and noises from once another just to see which one would break first; to see who couldn't take this teasing game anymore and just beg to be thrown and be used by the other.

Interestingly it's Dante to break first.

He's the one almost in fucking tears as he runts and grinds against you to the desk; cock so deep inside you he can barely keep his head on straight. His moans are so low yet so desperate as you thrust back into him your hole squeezing ever so tightly, controlling his pace, the sound of your name leaving his lips is so fucking attractive it's stupid.

And to put salt on the wound of his loss; reach around and give him one more slap that will instantly flip on a switch. Whatever pace you had? Forget it. He fights through and jackhammers even faster and harder to a point it shatters a crack somewhere on the wooden surface below you. I hope you like losing function of your voice because that's exactly how it's going to be the moment pulls out and he finishes on your stomach, leaving you breathless and reeling from all your previous highs.

When your done with after care and such and Dante places you on a bed instead of a desk, he congratulates you (sportsmanship and all, you know?) in between breathy kisses and only a few times jokingly complains about his ass hurting that you 'won too hard' and that you should 'take it easy during the rematch.'

Rematch? That word catches your interest that you can't help but question him on; it gets you a chuckle and a conniving look behind pale eyes.

"Yeah, a rematch. Though do be warned: I do got an ace up my sleeve that I don't think I'll be loosing with this time. What that be? Eh, you'll just have to find out what that'll be yourself - won't you?"

Vergil

One of two different outcomes will happen if you so happen to catch Vergil off guard with this action either depending on your surroundings. One; your in privacy and no one's around to see the light flush that spreads across his cheeks up to his ears and the surprised gasp that leaves his lips - then he'll only turn around to you and stumble through a light scolding that he could have accidentally hurt you with Yamato or worse but dropping the matter and it slowly becoming the topic of his late night thoughts about the sudden touch and the spark in him that it caused. Or two, the foolish but more slow but direct to go horny option; do it while the crew (especially his brother or Nero) is around.

Now going with the second option be fully aware that he's not going to talk to you for a few days after it, the foolishness of the act leaving him unable to talk to you (Vergil translation; he's just embarrassed and doesn't know how to directly approach you about it right away) But when he does it it's surely a surprise exactly what he does when he comes back around.

He is absolutely rough with you when he yanks your hair back in a fistful and in his smooth voice ask if you could ever so kindly repeat your words more clearly as his other hand snaps down onto your ass with that mind numbing sting as you repeat the number through bitten lips.

Yup, payback is a real charmer.

All the while he thrusts into you so deep you can even comprehend how the hell numbers work any more as you try to focus yourself but struggle to keep up with how pleasure just seeps into your whole being with each bounce to your sweet spot that's only lit a blaze with every smack of your lover's hand.

It's definitely intense; with all of his teeth marks tattooing the skin of your neck as the symphony that his Vergil's moans and growls pressed right against your ear as he takes you. And all of this just because what? You playfully spanked him in the van? Definitely were going to have to keep this one in the play book.

You can barely move any of your limbs with you're both done. Vergil holds your fucked out body in a possessive yet soft embrace as he deeply buries his face into your neck. It's nice, very nice. Though if you try to tease him in any way he'll look back up with you with a glare - but not just any glare; one where he tries his best to seem intimidating but fails and falls right through when you can clearly see with his flushed face and frown that he's just embarrassed. It's very cute, although if you're way past your limit I would advise not teasing any further. Because who knows; you might find your legs to be quickly spread apart for a fairly intense round two.

Nero

His reaction will be immediate. His face will turn completely red all the way to his ears as he turns to face you not even able to form any words - just turned on gibberish. His reaction is something you can't help find your giggling because of how red he can be to just playful teasing but unknownst to you, you just awakened a kink and it's something that keeps his dick hard and awake at night for weeks afterwards.

It becomes something he fixates on; the thought, the memory, the sudden spark of pain that twists into pleasure is just...the need and desire for you to do it again becomes to much for him. Well with Nero being Nero and his insecurities to really ask for things because he feels he can be a burden at times to deal with and his abandonment issues starts talking telling him he doesn't deserve it - if he asks for too much you'll leave him, so he doesn't tell you this new desire of his. He just keeps it to himself, just a fantasy he can get himself off too when he's alone but there becomes a point where it just swells in his chest to much and he just succumbs to it.

The laundry room in Kyrie's apartment is rather a tight fit, but that doesn't matter any once you find yourself shoved inside there and your lips smothered in kisses and moans against you as your pushed back onto the dryer.

Bites litter his flesh a bright flushed pink as you tug and pull on the abused skin as you hands work him all over, massaging and tracing over every muscle with your ears listening to the sweet music his shaky breaths let out. In a teasing sing song way you get right up in his ear as your hands travel in that certain direction. What does he want? Is the basics of the things you ask him over and over seeing every little part of his self control start to break as he bites his tongue. His cock is hard and leaking as he bucks against your sex, throbbing as he grinds into the meat of your thighs, his breath comes through in hissing gritted teeth as your fingers trail down his back to the the danger zone of his ass with small taps - his face bright red seconds before he breaks.

Spanking + praise kink = loud. Very loud. The moment he's in you, he's in to the base and the fucking moment your hand comes to clash back down this man is jack hammering into you like crazy and it will get to a point where you will absolutely have to gag him in some way before the neighbors start poking their superstitious noses into it.

Once after the first time where he's comfortable (less embarrassed) to talk about it he'll open up to you about really liking you doing this to him and encourage you in the future to go even rougher, after all with demon Sparda genes even if he's only quarter he still has at least a bit of healing factor ((grew a whole arm back)) so however hard you give him nothing you can while being human will hurt him but it's the thought and feel good sting that counts!

Although V may be fragile given obvious reasons, don't let that fool you. The man at the end of the day is still a part of Vergil, meaning deep down - even if his former self would rather deny, deny, and deny on the spot than admit it out loud - is a total freak when it comes to kinky shit. Yes given how flaky and easy his body could just break apart he can't go too hard that his complete counterpart can, however, he can assure you he can take a little bit so spanking shouldn't be too much should it?

It does surprise him when you come out of the blue with it though, both alone in the van while waiting for for Nero to return from his part of the job and Nico to return from repairs on the front of the van, all he did was bend over a bit to grab a drink from the small cooler when a subtle tap hit him on the ass - nothing too hard, just a tease, but it did spark his eyes wide and make him drop the green can of Virility he was holding.

When he turns around to look at you, still bent over, there's a dirty - yet subtle - sly smirk across his plump lips and with his velvety voice he reminds you:

"If you wanted my attention all you need do is ask. Or is it being a little deviant that alluring to you? I'll have to keep that in mind."

Will drop things in front of you more. After all, he's a "-fragile, delicate thing who can't keep things steady sometimes in his hands. Oops I dropped I dropped my cane, silly me." And when he goes to pick up said item he'll always over-exaggerate pick it up - he knows he doesn't have the most shapely ass in the world - his true self doesn't either - but you like looking and feeling down there so that's good enough for him to put on quite the act for your eyes to wonder and maybe you'll gather enough courage to reach out and touch him again. And you can absolutely bet if Griffon's out of his tattooed binds you will get very lovely, crassliy worded commentary, teasing, and the occasional exaggerated gag from the bird.

Once the 'games' are finally over V loves the sensation of being draped naked over your lap - no matter how big or smaller you are compared to him - he'll get comfortable either with a pillow on the bed or on the armrest of the chair you're in as you pamper him with grounded soft touches all along his body, tracing around inky tattoos, until you cup the cheeks of his ass. He'll hum and moan in approval at the touches, his breath with hitch if with a couple coated fingers you start fingering his hole and with audibly complain with shaky breath when you slip out of him. But everything will change with that first spark of contact on his ass.

V - like Vergil - isn't a man who curses very often. This will make him do so. A lot. In between spiked punched out breaths and groans that further you go will turn into whines as he looses himself in the spanks, pleasured tears creeping in the corners of his eyes as you tell him to count that he turns into a complete mess on your lap.

He loves it, really, more than he actually originally thought - at first going along with it because it was obviously something you were into and wanted and he wants nothing but to enable your desires but now... he felt small. But in a good way. Good small. Vulnerable small. Safe small. Loved small. He can easily let himself go like this. It's good. Really good.

You don't have to put at hand on any other part of him, his cock strains against your thighs so hard and so leaking you don't have to touch it to put him on edge. He can come so easily like this and will do so if you encourage it, if he can take five more you'll let him come, and he accepts the challenge - he pants like he's ran a mile, his hairs an absolute mess, and his entire normally pale body is tinted a flushed pink except for his ass which is more red from your spanks.

He begs, pleas, promising he can take it if you go harder and he's on the point of sobbing if you give it to him. He about looses his voice entirely when you give him permission to go on and come - without a hand on him his cock practically explodes as his seed paints your thighs and his entire body gives out with his weight.

His ass might be sore for the next few days but that's fine, he reminds that he has you to pamper him after all after you've spent nearly ten minutes worried post-spank that you might've taken it too far but he promises he's okay, he's stronger than what he looks, even if deep down he realistically knows that took a lot out of him. Maybe something like this should be more of a treat kind of thing? Not too often he thinks he can take something like that.

Or... maybe next time you could be the one handle the heat next time? V has some wonderful ideas how to go so about it...

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jester-from-hell · 11 months

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hello hello! love your writing, hope to see more soon 👀 I have a little request if you don't mind: a little size kink/size difference with f!reader and the dmc lads, maybe it's their first time together and reader really wasn't expecting them to be THAT big, well, everywhere 🥵

Hey, I’m stoked that you’ve enjoyed! Thanks for sending in a request. I hope this satisfies~

Sparda men and size difference

> very NSFW

Ft. Fem!Reader from the Devil May Cry Series

Dante has never given your height - or, perhaps more adequately, lack thereof - much thought beyond the occasional realization that he shouldn’t, perhaps, put the dishware as far back in the cabinets as he has in the past. (Wouldn’t want you to knock yourself out with a surprise, wayward bowl you couldn’t see from way down there.)

Has he teased you, called you pipsqueak, small fry, and tiny dancer? Yes. And although you scoff every single time, he always smiles at you with featherlight affection. You can’t possibly hold your irritation.

It would be a lie to say you hadn’t been interested in his height, although your reasons are of a more nefarious nature. You know that a man’s size doesn’t have to correlate with, well, other parts, but you’ve peeked. Of course you have. And for fuck’s sake, you’re not blind. In fact, more than once, you’ve felt the outline of his penis against you while you’ve sat in his lap and stolen the breath from his lungs.

When the two of you fall into bed with each other for the first time, his voice chocolate in your ear, you find your heart is thrumming. His erection is intimidating down the line of his pants and as you struggle to calm your nerves, you tremble with anticipation.

“You lead,” he tells you as he runs his hands down your bare arms. “Whatever you want, babe, I’m game.”

You don’t hesitate. You slide your palm over the strain of his cock and marvel at the size beneath your touch. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, encouraging you as he otherwise remains as still as he’s able while you explore the shape. Your mouth is watering.

God, but the moment you free his dick, your heart catches in your throat. Nothing could have prepared you for his girth. You brush your fingers along his velvety shaft while he hisses, and you marvel at how you’re unable to touch your thumb to your index finger.

There is no way this will fit into you, you think.

“We go slow,” he says and you realize you’ve spoken out loud. Your cheeks flush pink. “Lube and patience. Lucky for you, I’ve got plenty of both.”

He’s right, you find. As he hovers above you, your arms encircling his neck while he aligns his dick to the heat of your slick cunt, he pushes the marshmallow tip in until he catches around your muscle. He pauses. He waits. He watches your expression and you think you might die when you slap your hand over your mouth to smother your whimpers.

It burns so, so fucking good as he works you open. Further, further, until he’s buried in as far as your cute little pussy can take him.

Shit, you think as he drags his cock back with a slow roll of his hips. You are unbelievably lucky.

Vergil is tall, unfairly so, and he uses his size against you more often than not. Nothing overt - no, that isn’t his style - but in the way that he attempts to intimidate you by invading your personal space, his presence weighted by power.

Perhaps, then, it’s no surprise when he utilizes this advantage by crowding you into a wall, palm slammed above your head as he looms over you. “Let’s forgo the games,” he says, and you feel goosebumps tightening your skin. “You want me.”

You swallow, feverish. Yes, you answer before you can deny the truth. Yes, you want him so badly, you can’t stop thinking about him. And as you yield beneath his jagged stare that pins you where you stand, picks apart every vulnerable inch of you until your soul lies bare, you swallow frigid uncertainty.

“Should I indulge you?” he says, his gaze narrowing as if he’s found precisely what he’d sought. Right there. “Are you worthy?”

The next several second pass in a blur. You’re taking off your clothes while he watches; you think he’d ordered you to, although you can’t hear him over the percussion of your heart in your ears. Is this happening? Can this be real?

He tells you to get to your knees and you obey, your face now hovering beneath the crotch of his pants. Here, you can see the start of his erection; here, you can feel his heat. God, but while you stare, batting your eyelashes and craving his dick, he has his fingers beneath your chin. You tip back to catch his eyes.

You can’t tell what he thinks of you while he rolls his thoughts in his head, yet you sense the shift in his demeanor all the same. He’s tipping his head, mirth lighting his pale, otherworldly gaze, and you bite your lip.

“Well?” he asks, expectant. His brows lift, nodding only once to signal your move.

You don’t hesitate. You’re working him out of his confines, reaching into his clothes to cup his cock in your petite hand. You lick your lips and lead him out of his clothes, adrenaline sparking hot in your lungs, and as you come face-to-face with the thick, pink tip, you can’t help but moan your desire.

He’s massive. You’re throbbing at the sight. You salivate while you slide your hands around his shaft and exhale humidity against his soft skin. Perhaps it would be impossible to get the whole thing into your mouth but as you palm your breast, you want to choke him down. The thought has you spinning.

Eyes dimmed, you give him a curious lick and listen to his quiet, approving hum. With his permission, you part your lips and seal your mouth over him, and when you swallow him down to the back of your throat until you gag, until you’re squirming for air, you feel how wet you are.

You’ve never wanted anything more.

Nero is protective, not because he thinks you’re weak - no, never that - but because it’s in his nature to shield you from harm. Your size certainly plays a role, although he never admits this to you. You know him well enough to discern, however; especially when he tugs you close and tucks you beneath his chin as if to hide you from the world.

It’s incredible how much he cares for you, and you, likewise. Overwhelming, even, when he smiles at you as if you’re all that he can see and presses kisses to your crown. You sigh your content as he pulls you into an embrace.

When no one else is around, in those rare, private moments, Nero loves to be close. It’s why it’s no surprise to you that when he’s bending down to steal your lips in his own, he’s sliding his hand beneath your shirt. You gasp and allow him to coast up, your shirt bunching with his arm until his hand is grasping your breast.

You’ve dreamt of this moment. Of being trapped beneath him as he rolls on top of you, encasing you between his elbows and swallowing your moans.

You notice how he’s angled his hips away from you, how he’s hovering just out of reach, so you palm his ass and coax him down. You naturally spread your legs, and you jolt when you feel his heavy erection slot into you.

His name is on your lips and he’s groaning, nipping at you while he collects his bearings. “Is this okay?” he asks, but whatever uncertainty he feels is masked by his husky, steady tone.

“Yes,” you tell him.

He sucks bruises into your neck as you rock together. His fingers lace with yours, your right to his left, and you cry out as he applies pressure everywhere. You’re whispering your love to him and you can see the blush that reaches the tips of his ears. You want him wholly.

When you’re both undressed, you take a moment to stare at each other. He calls you cute - he always calls you cute. He’s tracing the lines of your body, memorizing the planes and contours while you press a kiss to his chest, and when his hand caresses your pussy, you shiver.

He’s running his finger up and down between your folds, smearing your juices up to your clit until he’s panting his lust into your ear. “Fuck, babe,” he murmurs as he slides a finger in. “You’re so wet.”

You arch your back and whimper, but you notice how his pupils dilate. How he’s staring at you with a wild look in his eye. “You’re really tight.” You shiver, licking your teeth, but he’s playing with your entrance, pumping his finger in and out until he can slip a second inside. When you cry out, he bares his teeth. “Shit. You’re gonna feel so good around me...”

His cock is heavy. Fully erect and bobbing with his movements. He’s right. He’s right. You’re incredibly tight; you’re so small. There’s no way, not a damn chance you’ll get that into you.

But Nero is thrilled. He’s pumping his fingers into you with noisy, wet squelches while he nips and kisses at your knee, at your thigh until his mouth is between your legs. Until his tongue is brushing against your core.

“Man, you’re even little here.” He hums his pleasure, long and low. “Better loosen you up.” You tremble as you spread yourself wider while he parts you with his fingers. “You gotta be able to take me.” He licks a long stripe and you reach for his hair.

He makes you orgasm and you find, oh, even though he’s broad, he slides into you easily.

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jester-from-hell · 11 months

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What Else Matters

fandom: Devil May Cry

character(s)/pairing: Nero/GN!Reader

summary: Nero would do anything for you. Even if you don't ask.

warnings: yandere!Nero, implied kidnapping and/or murder, manipulation

Read on AO3 if you prefer.

For as long as you can remember, Nero’s temper has always gotten him (and sometimes you) into trouble. The constant fighting had been prevalent since childhood; either Nero jumping in to bail you out when getting in over your head, or fighting his own. It was always said he’d grow out of it, his temper would settle as he matured—and they weren’t wrong, not entirely at least. Still ever temperamental, and quick to annoy, Nero did at least stop leaping blindly into fights, but never quite grew out of swinging his fists at anyone when it came to you.

He’s always been overprotective. It’s normal. It helps him settle the ever-lingering fear of losing those he cares about.

That’s become almost a mantra in your mind whenever you find yourself worrying; as you kiss the redness of his knuckles, assuring him everything is okay now. You’re okay. He’s okay.

His lips press to your forehead. You don’t mention the tremble in his hand, and you never ask. He sleeps it off, and in the morning, all is well again.

He always listens to you with great intent; soaking in every detail and noting the stress of certain words, as if parsing which are the most important he needs to remember. Even as the gentle motion of your fingers running through the soft spikes of his hair soothes him, Nero’s ears are fine tuned to the sound of your voice.

“It’s really weird…” you say, looking down on his relaxed face. With his head in your lap, and so leisurely stretched out, Nero looks like he may fall asleep at any given moment.

He hums, letting you know he’s still listening.

“That coworker I was telling you about the other day?”

“Mhm?”

“He wasn’t at work again today, either.”

“Why’s it weird? Don’t you get vacations? Sick days?” He’s still not moving, just laying there without a care in the world.

“Well, yeah, of course. But no one’s heard from him in three days.”

“You’re probably just overthinking it.”

“Even our boss hasn’t heard anything.”

Nero shrugs. “Maybe he quit.”

“Hmm…maybe…”

“You’re awfully worked up about someone you usually complain about.”

When you look down, Nero’s got one eye cracked open, staring back; frown overtaking his previously relaxed expression. “Yeah, but it’s not like I actively hope something happens to the guy. He’s just an annoying jerk.”

He huffs quietly as he shifts to get comfortable again.

“You’re not jealous are you~?”

“You wish—” Nero’s words die off as you squish his cheeks between each palm; not fighting as you lean over him to steal a few kisses. Only when you’re sitting back again does he continue. “Just count your blessings that you didn’t have to deal with him. I’m sure he’ll be back tomorrow and bothering you again.”

Your fingers sweep through his hair again. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“So, what about those other assholes you were telling me about?”

You’re glad Nero’s so patient and understanding. Having to sit and listen to you complain about human civilian problems that doesn’t ultimately amount to anything important had to be quite taxing on his nerves. It’s always a bit awkward at first, lamenting weeks worth of office drama to someone who willingly risks his life killing demons and other supernatural entities that find their way into the human realm. But Nero always seems so interested to hear it all; almost as if he’s living a normal life vicariously through you. Guilt sometimes locks up your words, when you speak of yet another annoyance of the day as if it was some life-or-death matter, while Nero sits across from you sporting remnants of an actual life-or-death battle.

But you figure it’s his way to detach from it; his way to let go of all those things he wants to keep you safe and separate from. Hell, he rarely even talks about his days at ‘work’ so you suppose the least you can do is satiate his curiosity of a drab 9-to-5 in comparison.

“The oddest thing though…” you pause for dramatic effect, and dutifully, Nero hums for you to continue. “Someone else went missing yesterday.”

He pauses, interested.

“Missing-missing too. He was supposed to return from vacation yesterday, but didn’t show. One of the others went to check on him, but his apartment was empty.”

“Maybe he just didn’t get back yet.”

“Not this guy,” you say with a shake of your head. “He’s too anal to do something like that, he would’ve let someone know. Something had to have happened to him.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno. No one’s heard anything yet. The missing person report was only filed today.”

“Maybe someone pushed him down an elevator shaft,” Nero suggests with a smirk, harkening back to one of your rants and how you’d wanted to maim the guy one day he’d been particularly asshole-ish.

“Wh—you don’t think I did anything, do you?”

Nero’s mischievous look only grows as he shrugs, “I dunno…you’ve got motive, don’t you?”

You shove his shoulder, “That’s not funny, someone would take you seriously if they heard you.”

With a quiet laugh, Nero folds his arms around you, pulling your body flush to his. “Don’t worry. I’d take care of anyone who tries to come near you.”

“Why does it sound like you still suspect me…”

“I’m just joking.” The tip of his nose follows the shape of your ear until you can feel the press of his lips to the shell. “In a morbid way,” Nero’s lips brush your ear as he whispers, “shouldn’t you be happy they’re not there to bug you anymore?”

You know Nero’s just trying to make you feel better, trying to take your mind off stressing, thanks to the soft tone of his voice, but it’s a bit hard not to think about some mysterious happening going around the office, causing people to disappear. “I didn’t do anything,” you huff, just for your own peace of mind.

“I know, I know,” his lips press against your temple, then your cheek. “Forget about them.” Then your jaw. “What happens there doesn’t matter when you’re home.”

You feel pretty guilty by how easily his method of consoling you is working. Peoples’ lives were possibly in jeopardy and here you are being swayed by a few kisses. When it doesn’t work quickly enough, however, Nero pulls you into his lap, guiding your legs around his hips; he must know you’re still mentally struggling if he wants to distract you this badly. Not that you plan on resisting.

Still, he persists, using your already spread thighs to his advantage and slips a hand between them; other arm curling around your back as you melt against him. He supports your weight effortlessly till you’re little more than a limp heap in his arms.

You’d been willing to accept that perhaps people were being transferred, or just moving. After all, it wasn’t like you were actual friends with any of them, and it wasn’t as if it was any of your business to know. But surely someone around the office would have had some kind of information about it. With no one willing to fess up to knowing anything, the suspicion was undeniable when two more people went missing. Two people that also annoyed you at least once in your time working here.

It was all too uncanny just to be a mere coincidence. Every single person now absent without explanation was someone whom you did not get along with in some way or another; be it daily or once in a while. You’re not sure how it could happen, but what other clues were there? With everyone left just as confused and lost as you are, you have little hope in uncovering answers, and even less desire to state the, hopefully inconsequential, connection between the missing people.

The only person you feel safe enough to relay any of your speculation to is, of course, Nero. Someone removed from the situation. Someone who wouldn’t immediately jump to conclusions and blame you for the disappearances; though he does seem to take some sort of amusement in teasingly accusing you for it.

It’s late, but you’re nowhere near sleepy; mind abuzz and doing a terrific job of keeping you awake. Luckily, laying right next to you is Nero, tracing the shape of your hands with his fingertips as he listens. “I’m not crazy, right?” His thumb pads press between your knuckles, gently kneading as he methodically moves between them. “I can’t bring up the fact I’ve had arguments with all those people. I’ll look suspicious, even though I’m innocent.”

“Why’re you letting it bug you so much?”

“Because they’re missing?”

“So?”

You sigh, taking a moment to breathe, and to focus on how he’s moving on to massaging your palms; reminding yourself Nero lives in a completely different world than you. He wasn’t even completely human, and based on his stories, he is quite used to people disappearing for great lengths of time only for them to reappear suddenly. It’s probably what he suspects will happen in this case. And while you don’t want to patronize him, you don’t know how else to explain that’s just not how things work in the normal world. Missing office workers are quite an uncommon occurrence.

“Is it really such a bad thing?” he insists, hands moving up your arms now. “People who make your life worse are out of it now. Why not just enjoy that?”

You can only imagine how different the world works through a demon hybrid’s eyes.

“In a perfect world, where I know they’re not dead or something, yeah. I’d probably be over the moon about it.”

His gaze sharpens, making his way up to your shoulders. “And if they are?”

“I’d feel horrible.”

Nero’s expression is pensive; almost unreadable in the moonlight, fingers digging into the tightness he finds in your shoulders and the base of your neck. “Why.”

“I dunno. It’s human nature, I guess…”

“But it’s not your fault.”

“I know, but…”

His thumbs slip up your neck, passing over and, for the briefest of moments, pause at the center. You think you feel a whisper of pressure, but the sensation is gone before the thought can actually take root in your mind; pads of his thumbs still smoothing across the front of your throat, and up the sides till brushing past your earlobes. “Forget about them,” comes the all-too-familiar line.

That had just been your imagination, surely.

His lips brush over yours as he speaks, fingers flexing at the back of your head to pull you closer, “What happens there—”

“—doesn’t matter when I’m home.”

Following the pull of his hands, your body practically melts against him; feeling the curl of his smile as he huffs a tiny laugh, “Yeah. That’s right.” You move easily with him when he pushes, rolling over top and caging your smaller body beneath his heavier weight.

The contradictory way he simultaneously moves so gently, yet still somehow roughly makes your mind spin still to this day; as much as he is always able to instill the sensation of feeling so protected. In his arms, you’re able to so easily block out the rest of the world and its troublesome happenings, even if you know you have to return to it eventually. Nero somehow always finds a way to smother your worries.

Almost as if he, himself, could be responsible for blotting out the miseries and annoyances you face.

But that’s such an extreme, rampant, thought. One that’s gone within mere moments of even forming as you bury your fingers in his hair; arching your body up to meet his every movement.

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now i know nero abc’s ( those adult ones)

a/n: this was overindulgent on my part. i couldn’t decide what to write and this just came together before my eyes. i plan on doing all the letters. but i got carried away and they got lengthy so i divided them up.

A for aftercare ( what he’s like after sex)

a few things would have to be taken into account to properly diagnose this. The main one being where you are in the relationship. Nero began alone and would have easily died alone without direct intervention. He avoid commitment because he quite frankly doesn’t comprehend it at a normal human level of understanding. But the kid is a hot head and cant just walk around all the time without a proper release.

If you’re someone he met on the street or at the bar, he’s not going to be a complete asshole once he’s finished. He’ll let you stay the night, but don’t expect him to offer his chest for you to curl up on. He’ll politely have a taxi ready for you the moment you walk out of the bathroom.

If he had a choice of location, however, always your place. He might stay for a few minutes to catch his breath, but you can bet before you can settle yours he’ll be reaching for his coat. If he sees not clingy potential, he might even leave his number for an encore.

It’s when you’ve properly ensnared the fiery beast that things change drastically. Nero has never had anyone to care for him. He’d never tell anyone, possibly not you for awhile, but he’s thought a lot about how he could care for someone else. You never comment on how all his touches feel practiced, if not a little hesitant. When he holds you close, you feel like he might never let go.

At first, the glide of his fingertips is almost ticklish until your body accommodates to the foreign touch. When the slide from your belly, to your chest and back down again. You’ve learned to micromanage your sighs and soft moans. Like this, Nero is the most vulnerable and all too easily persuaded into a more languid rock of the hips as he enters you from behind.

Regardless of your position in his life, things can get pretty rough. The man doesn’t always understand his strength in relation to human limits. For him, it’s always about getting stronger. One too many times, you’ve had to get on to him about using you as an outlet. He tends to lose himself a little too easily if you’re not careful, often coming to the sight of you breathless, a bit bruised with tears pooling. He’ll curse immediate and sometimes remember to apologize before he goes to clean you up.

You lay boneless, head lolled back useless against the sheets. It would have been the perfect time for a pillow to become useless, but you can’t seem to remember where it was tossed. Another part of you is against all forms of fabric, resisting the stuff heat it adds to you’re body. You were a sweaty, sticky mess by now.

Nero remained on his knees, your hips still surprising pliant in his lab, if not by your own violation. He remains determined, giving long leisurely thrusts that spark small spasms throughout your body.

It’s no surprise that you peak first- again. Giving him a biting curse when he tweaks your nipple with a devious twist of the hand, You squeak, jerking forward as he rolls his pelvis one last time before coming within you. Groaning, you carefully pull your legs from around him and roll onto your side.

“Need something?” he asks quietly, hands smoothing over you without erotic intent.

You grumble incoherently has his hands move lower, gazing through the slick of your back in a comforting motion. He asks again, and you obediently give him a negative.

His touch moves lower then, kneading your thighs and calves to relieve the tensions built up over the night. A rumble of soft noises escape behind a sigh as he undid the knots. You soak it all up, enjoying he reaping of taking after giving for the last few hours.

B is for Body part ( that preferable piece of anatomy either of you cant seem to get enough of)

Nero doesn’t think too highly of himself. To be frank, his opinions are kind of shallow in comparison to the depth of thought you have of him. The only thing he finds useful about himself, other than the power, are the hands he uses to make things happen. He never considered them as anything other than tools until you started making small notes about how big and broad they were. Not to mention the friction that can come from those calloused and nimble fingers.

Somehow the two of you managed to discover a kink around his metal. The cold glinted metal driving you up a new kind of wall. It only got more fun with Nico caught on and began adding new adjustments that factored little into battle. The real plus was how he could work you for hours without exhaustion.

Of course, it’s impossible for him not to notice how they make you squirm when he uses them right. And oh, how cocky he can be when he manages to make you come with just one finger. He’ll lounge back against the couch in the van, hand centered in his lap as you lower yourself down on his middle finger. The others aren’t always idle, something stroking anything in reach. But the boy has gotten good and he knows it.

Nero doesn’t just like your hands to compliment you back for enjoying his own. And its not just because they stroke him so well- even when they can’t quite take on his girth like they want to. He also likes how they slide against other parts of his body. The way they mold against his hips or the slight crack of your knuckles right before you claw into the expanse of his back,

In more tender moment, he just likes the way they hold him close. Nero isn’t afraid to be the little spoon if it means you’ll snuggle into his back and whisper affections into his ear. By this point, the boy is either in love with you or in denial of the fact.

“One.”

“Nero, stop being an ass. I was good for you, let me have two.”

“Make it count with one and I’ll think about upping it to something you’ll like even more.”

He’s doing it on purpose, you know that much. The smug grin etched on his lips let you know that he’s well aware of what it’s doing to you. Nico had left you both to your own devices for the afternoon, stuck catering to actual paying customers for the day. Her only requests was that you didn’t mess with her work station.

Things were long past asking for anything more.

With nothing short of discontent, you lower yourself onto his hand, hips shifting as you accommodate the thickness of his finger. Though the girth is just an abstract measurement now. He’d made you come once with the single digit and now he thought all of his sexual appeal stemmed from his middle finger. Your complaints would have more ground if you actually didn’t get off from it. But with Nero that was a near impossible thing.

Your palms press against his chest, weight resting on your knees on either side of his hips. It was hardly a stretch by any means, but you were lacking the right kind of wetness for this angle. Nero- of course- remains of no help, face pressed into his free hand, elbow propped against the window seal as he watched you through half-lidded eyes.

You close your eyes to block out the cockiness, focusing on the roll of your hips as you rise and fall in short shallow motions. If you can imagine it being anything else than that irritating finger, you can bring yourself to completion faster. So you remember the obscene size of him, latching on to his promise and began to bounce harder, breathing as you take him to the knuckle.

“So pretty for me, baby girl. Love when you work for it.”

You want to remain spiteful, oh how easy it would be. But he has you right where he wants you. Always in position.

So when you reach out for his flesh hand, its to put him right where you want him, bringing it to your throat. You know you have him when he answers with a sharp hiss, shoulders rolling as he sits up properly. His thumb caresses your throat with barely there restraint.

“Guess you’re not going to be my good girl today, huh?”

C is for cum ( and all the nasty ways you enjoy it)

Let’s begin with: Nero is not trying to impregnate you. He has enough family drama right now and is invested enough attempting to unravel that shitshow. That doesn’t stop himself from enjoying the sight of his essence dripping from your core. Unfortunately, that puts the pressure on you to keep your medications in stoke and cycle up to date. Once Nero had the pleasure of taking you raw, it’s going to be hard to get him to do anything less. The way your tight walls twitch around him, practically begging for his seed. Who is he to deny?

He once discovered the erotic joy of overstimulation after using your combined releases as lube to reignite the spark. Nero leans close, mouth open to swallow your hot needy pants as he rubs small circles against you until you’re screaming.

When he comes elsewhere, it’s generally by accident. He often becomes too overwhelmed and forgets to give you a proper warning. If anything, he does have the grace to be a little embarrassed when he finishes on your face. If you’re also not expecting it and a little disgruntled, he’ll dart quickly for a towel to clean you up. But the second he sees that slow glide of tongue and hum of satisfaction after a swallow?- be prepared to receive a lot more of his cum before the day is over.

“Nero, please.” You scrabble desperately at his chest, arching in protest of his relentless pace. He catches them first, curling your fingers into your palm before crushing them harmlessly against him.

“I asked if you could go one more time, and you said yes,” he growled out gravelly. His rhythm was very bit savage as the demon blood coursing through his veins, body glistening with significantly less sweat than you were producing.

“Besides, you’re still so tight, hardly letting me go. It’s hard to tell what you really want, baby.” Nero had you pinned against the bed, trapped beneath his pistoning cock as it continued to tear through your resolve. He delivered too many blows for you to properly retaliate, let alone recover.

Every part of him was in on it. His mouth nipping at your collar, hands dragging your down to your joining where they bumped against every stroke. Normally, you would have been more active and a lot more vocal. Easily still keeping up even on your third round. But now you were stretching a fourth and your limits were well met. The pressure was making it hard enough to breathe, let alone think.

You were beyond sopping, the noise of your coupling sloppy and obscene. The pool spreading beneath you only adding to your discomfort. You cry out when he leans closer, shifting the angle to snatch a quick kiss.

“I love the way you cry for me, baby girl. It’s almost as nice as the way you let me take you.”

He had you tumbling over, swept into the storm of a hurricane as he forced another orgasm through you. Hopefully the last of the night with the way your muscles trembled as the contracted around his length.

You were signing beautifully in relief when you finally felt it, jolting as he buried to the hilt before spilling inside you. You clung to him as he rode the aftershocks, slowing into a softer grind.

His answering hum was all kinds of pleased as he pulled out of you, memorized by the trickle of cum flowing from you. It was a masculine kind of satisfaction you personally couldn’t understand but if he let you sleep, you would take it blindly.

You’re pleased when he finally brings your thighs together without him between them, caring hands stroking the outside of them as he moves you out of the wet spot. You rest behind the weight of the back of your hand against your eyes, only groaning when he curls an arm under you to draw you closer.

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