#DMCV imagines

[copy-of-a-shell]

"a Heaven in Hell's despair"

A roleplay blog for my post-DMC5 V, a demon-made clone of the original.

Rules and the Author - Rules for the blog and OOC about me Biography - General Information about V Backstory - V’s backstory, set before any interactions

Tags in, well, the tags. Each says what they are for ~ ✮

Moon Divider by @cafekitsune

[indigosuvi]

Flower Crowns

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 500 | Read it on AO3 | Masterlist | Tag List

V would always walk to wherever he needed to go. He didn't drive, and it was probably recommended that he didn't. If he didn't drive, Griffon would help fly him to where he needed to go.

It was a warm spring day, and V sat outside, reading and enjoying the weather. You were inside, finishing up whatever you were doing. You looked outside. The sun was shining. It looked like it might be hot outside. The flowers were in full bloom. You headed outside to look for V. The weather wasn't as hot as it had seemed to be. It wasn't cold either. The perfect temperature for V. He got cold too easily, but today the weather was perfect.

“V, do you want to take a walk?” You asked as you looked at him.

He sat on the porch, reading his book. Although, at times, you doubted that he was actually reading.

“Sure, where to?” He asked as he closed his book. There wasn't a bookmark in it. You weren't sure how he remembered what page he was on.

“I'm not sure. Just somewhere around town, we can enjoy the nice weather and look at flowers.” 

“Alright, I know a place.” He said as he slowly rose from the spot where he sat. He held his cane in one hand and held his other hand out to you. You took his hand, and you both headed down the stairs and towards the destination that V had in mind. You weren't sure where you were headed, but V didn't walk very quickly, not that you were in a hurry. You followed beside him, taking the time to look at the things as you walked by. There weren't very many plants, but as you strayed further and further from the city, more plants and flowers could be seen. Every so often, V would stop to rest. It was normal for him and for you. His health was poor, and you cared for him the best that you could. Griffon flew far away but came back every so often just to check on V. He gave you both privacy, so you didn't see him much, and he didn't say a word. He was simply there to help V out in case something happened.

V found a park bench nearby, and he sat down on it. You looked around at the pretty flowers and grabbed a handful of them. You sat down next to V and began working. V stared off into nowhere in particular, just enjoying the weather. You tied the flowers together and placed them on his head. You had made him a flower crown. He smiled.

“Thank you. How do I look?” 

“Beautiful.”

He looked at the ground and found a single flower. He plucked it and tucked it behind your ear.

“Thank you.” You said it with a smile.

“You're welcome. The flower brings out the color in your eyes.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, and you looked away.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

Tag List: @queendeeshorrorimagines, @sunmoongoddess, @imagineherbrightskies, @117s-girl, @ssbptigers

[fiishii]

Not all of these are directly vocaloid related and this mostly reflects my own tastes but.

Ryōshū probably listens to the DMCV and Metal Gear Rising: Revengence songs just loud enough that others can hear it if they sit next to her. Agree on the ADO but would also add Butchers Vanity (chef), symaG, Kan Kan and MARETU.

Faust probably is into game OSTs, like the ones for Neir:Automata and the SMT series. Plus blackY, a lil bit of Team Grimoire, and Touhou. As well as general classical sometimes - I feel like she'd prefer instrumentals. Rhythm game ahh music taste when she isn't trying to focus on something (because she is good at them)

Heath would absolutely like vocaloid, but specifically a real sucker for the catchy ones like Mesmerizer and Luka Luka ☆ Night Fever. Listens to jubyphonic for EN covers. Oft falls prey to the 'bopping song/depressing lyrics' phenomenon (just like Sinclair)

Yi Sang likes peaceful sounding songs, like (gestures at Mili) and video game OSTs ,but I I see him liking upbeat ones like La Primavera and I Got It!. He listens to more songs with lyrics after canto 4.

Sinclair likes Tokyo Teddy Bear. Neru, PinoccioP, MARETU, DECO * 27, syudou and generally the most popular Vocaloid artists like a decade ago. Also likes the occasional classical and stuff like Take Me to Church, Partners in Crime and TLT's Discord remix. Listens to Nightcore when he thinks nobody else can hear it (they can). Eminem.

Gregor likes the songs that shops play bc they were popular 5-30 years ago.

Donqui is also a rhythm game fiend but esp likes the ones like Sswwiinnddlleerr or The Big Black where you aren't 100% sure throwing kitchenware down the stairs or putting an orchestra in a centrifuge wasnt at least a part of the process. Loves Fixer anthems/themes (they probably sound like indie horror game fansongs) and anime songs like A Cruel Angel's Thesis, Lifetime Girl Declaration and Lucky Star's Opening. Eurobeat.

Charon does not yet know what Eurobeat is. This is the reason the bus only hits things sometimes.

Wall of text jumpscare 🫵🐟 /pos

oh my gosh limbus headcanons in my inbox let’s go?? I’ll try responding to these erm hold on.

Ryōshū one I absolutely agree with, can’t believe I never considered Butchers Vanity and the MGR:R soundtrack. She would totally listen to loud blaring songs and metal, songs with raw emotions. But maybe also songs with deeper meanings because uh. Art or something.

Faust being a rhythm gamer is just yes.

You worded the Heathcliff vocaloid bit way better than I did. Imagining Heathcliff listening to mesmerizer or Young girl A completely oblivious, yeah. Jubyphonic as a go-to for english covers is very valid. I also think he might like Laufey for the love songs and such, a bit of mitski or joji in there too perhaps.

I’ve personally always imagined Yi Sang liking any song with some kind of deep meaning behind it(trademark) or some story because erm, typical poet behavior. But he definitely would feel intimidated by loud blaring music so he sticks to mellow, slow-paced songs. At times I imagine him liking the Hawaii Part ii album because of the lore(trademark), other times I imagine him listening to funkytown unironically.

Sinclair, he probably even shares a playlist with Heathcliff. Generally agree on this and I think he would be even more secretive about his music taste than Heathcliff. Sinclair being Sinclair. Probably also shares a playlist with Ryōshū due to them hanging out a lot. Take me to church fits really well considering his source material. Also Eminem oh my god…???

Gregor being a Dad oh god… Sounds accurate honestly. I think he would like Army Dreamers by Kate Bush though.

Don checks out. She’s probably really good at certain songs in rhythm games and absolutely terrible in others, no in between. I like to imagine she comes up with her own fixer songs, almost like a disney channel musical movie protagonist. Just randomly starts singing on the spot. Considering that one Don Quixote musical, if it existed somehow in the Project Moon universe she would love it.

Charon….

Yeah that sounds about right for Ishy. For me she listens to sea shanties very often, mostly for the nostalgia. But those really sad sea shanties like Bones in the Ocean, and other stuff by The Longest Johns or other shanty bands. There’s one I found that’s directly telling the story of Moby Dick (as well as the Moby Dick musical) I know it won’t mix very well considering the lore and timeline just like with the Don Quixote one but still.

No worries :D

I have never heard such a specific name for song. I searched it up just now and thank you anon for introducing me to nanahira lol.

But with Hong Lu mentioned I honestly think he wouldn’t know much about pop songs prior to joining Limbus Company, probably from his relatives keeping him sheltered from the outside world. He probably only knew about traditional songs or classical pieces. But being in Limbus Company now he definitely would share similar tastes to Don Quixote, or is probably really open to any kind of music because he’s never heard a lot of it. I think he’d like Bitter Choco Decoration.

Phew that was a lot. Thank you anon for the fun headcanons to read and think about!!

[skiesoftwilight]

Strange Feelings (Vergil)

This is my very first piece writing for Vergil and in general, the DMC fandom. This idea was something I was toying around with as I tried to get an accurate read on the characters before I actually wrote it; i’m actually happy how it turned out. I based the portrayals off of the newest game: DMC5, just so you guys can go by that. I hope you guys enjoy!

Word Count: 1619

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“Alright, we're here.” 

Nico’s boisterous voice was immediately met with a collection of aggressive shushes from the back of the van. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she flicked the extinguished cigarette butt in between her fingers out the driver’s window before rolling it up and killing the engine to the van. Turning to get out of the driver’s seat, she joined the rest of the Devil May Cry crew in the back.

“Did you guys just—” It happened again. She shut her mouth and finally let her eyes take in the scene that seemed to be more important than letting her announce their arrival back at the office. 

Everyone was sitting in dead silence staring at the couch with a mixture of expressions. Dante’s was the most eye-catching as his eyes were narrowed with confusion and his mouth was slightly agape with a shit-eating grin tugging on the corners of his lips. Nero sat beside Dante at the table, wearing a small smile, while Lady and Trish had curious gazes. Nico confused by her friend’s expressions; she didn’t understand what had made them that way until she looked in the same direction they did.

A soft gasp fell from her lips. She saw Vergil sitting on one end of the couch, his hand cradling the left side of her face with his eyes closed while his other arm rested on the back of the couch. Seeing Vergil sitting on the couch sleeping had already confused her, but the minute she spotted your sleeping form sprawled out on the rest of the couch with your head laying on Vergil’s lap, she about lost her mind.

Leaning down to speak to Nero, she whispered in his ear, “Uh, you’re seein’ what I’m seein’, right?”

“Everyone is seeing what you’re seeing,” Dante answered for the young demon hunter, not even bothering to turn his head away from the strange scene in front of him to address her directly, “This… this is definitely something that I’m gonna bring up tomorrow.”

Lady shoved Dante’s shoulder as he playfully swatted her hand away. Nico nodded her head as if she understood exactly what she was seeing, but she really didn’t; Dante and Nero had told her about Vergil before he joined the crew. They told her about his struggle for power and control and how he wasn’t really in touch with his human side and was learning to embrace it after escaping the Underworld with Dante a couple of months back but… the scene before her showed a completely different side that they didn’t tell her about; it also appeared that they have never seen this side of him either but their expressions.

“What do we do?” Nico asked in a hushed voice.

“We leave these two in here for the night,” Dante shrugged his shoulders, “They obviously look comfortable and it would be rude to wake them.”

Trish rolled her eyes while stretching her arms out in front of her, “A real gentleman you are, Dante.”

“Oh, no, he’s the real gentleman here,” Dante tilted his head in his older brother’s direction with a grin plain on his face.

“I’m still tryin’ to figure out how she was able to get her head on his lap,” Nico spoke, pointing at you while she looked to the others.

“That’s easy,” Dante said, crossing his arms, “He let her.”

Every once did their best to stifle their shocked gasp while Dante turned to them and told them to lowered their voices by lowering his hands, “He’s definitely has a soft spot for her, if he didn’t, she would’ve been laying on this dirty-ass carpet.”

Nico glared at him while he shrugged his shoulders once more. No one spoke for a long time as they took the scene before all deciding that they should leave the van and get some rest on some of the beds in the office. While Nico made her way to the door, the floor creaked beneath her worn boots and the sound of a sharp intake of breath stopped everyone in their tracks.

“What’s going on? Where are you all going?”

Vergil’s icy eyes narrowed on the group trying to step out of the van; they all had wide eyes and closed mouths as the looked at the older Sparda brother. He tried to rise from his seat but was stopped by the weight of your head in his lap. His confusion and irritation deepened when he saw you sleeping on him; he looked to his brother and his friends to help explain what exactly was going on.

“We were just heading out the door into the office,“ Dante hitched a thumb over his shoulder as he looked at his brother with a sly smile, “You can come in with us if you want to—oh wait, you can’t.”

“Dante,” Vergil stared down his brother, his hand already forming a fist, “Move her off of me, right now.”

“Why don’t you wake her yourself?” Dante questioned his brother, his shit-eating grin coming to back to his lips, “That’s if you really want to go inside and sleep alone and break her sleep as well…”

“Dante, don’t be cruel to the man,” Nico looked over at the legendary demon hunter, “He won’t do it because he has a heart.” 

Everyone snickered, looking at Vergil with half smiles while behind their eyes they were a bit fearful of making fun of him when he was known to be ruthless to go up against in a challenge. Vergil looked down at you once again, taking in how peaceful you looked; one side of him urged himself to wake you so he could end this conversation, but the other side told him to leave you be, that with you laying there, it was strange, yet comforting.

“Alright, alright,” Dante sighed, “I’ll be back to help you with her.”

“Dante.”

“I promise.” Dante placed a hand on Nero’s shoulder, squeezing it to make him start walking out the door. Every one whispered bye to Vergil as they left, even Dante. Once they left, Vergil was left alone in the dimly lit van with only his thoughts to keep him company.

Observing your sleeping form on the couch, he took in how the gentle moonlight that crept in through the break in the shades highlighted your facial features. The warmth that your body gave off, struck a strange feeling throughout his body that gave him goosebumps across his skin. The sweet smell of your hair surrounded him with a delightful scent that he had never smelt before. The feelings and things that he experienced around you gave him a strange feeling that he had never felt before, but it brought him comfort.

Dante came back to the van holding a pillow and a blanket under his arm with that same shit-eating grin on his tired face. He handed his brother the pillow while he tossed the blanket across your body, causing you to cuddle closer towards Vergil.

“What is this? What are you doing?” He asked Dante, “I thought you were coming back to help me with her?”

“I did,” Dante shifted on his feet, “I brought a blanket because no matter if it’s forty or a hundred degrees, she always sleeps with a blanket and the pillow is for you, you know, to rest your head on and sleep.” 

Vergil gave a death glare to Dante and just as he was about to threaten him, you stirred, lifting your head up for a brief moment before laying it back down on his lap; his anger dissipated with you simply coming into his mind. Dante shook his head as he stifled another chuckle.

“Dante, don’t you dare—”

“Get some rest, brother,” Dante spoke softly with a certain kindness behind his words, “Oh and by the way, Nico said don’t get too wild in here if she does wake up,” He laughed to himself, “Actually that’s from me but I’m sure she would say the same…Oh and just a side note though, not that I’m trying to hint at anything but, you surprisingly made a good kid, Nero… I’m sure the others might come out the same way, you know, minus the whole orphaning them and whatnot—”

“That’s enough.” Vergil gritted his teeth and waved his hand towards his younger brother to dismiss him; Dante did his best to contain his childish laughter until he closed the van door. Vergil groaned as he heard and saw Dante dying of laughter as he made his way back into the office.

With a heavy sigh, Vergil looked down at you once more before looking to his arm that was draped across the back of the couch. He didn’t want to disturb you but his arm was beginning to hurt, he made the choice to drape it over your waist; he told himself that it was for his own benefit and he could care less about yours, but deep down in his human side, he was relishing in the thought that he finally been able to draw strength from what he used to perceive as a weakness.

Knowing that he couldn’t do anything with sleeping with you still laying on his lap, he let his gaze settle on you as he was lulled back to sleep by the endless thoughts surrounding you in his mind. He knew of your connection with his human counterpart, V, and he still felt it when they merged and he set eyes on you afterward; who knew that after those long months in hell with his brother and you on his mind would strengthing the human in him and bring him to where he was now?

[phonkscribes]

V with a Reader who's strong but has trouble taking care of themselves. Like... they don't brush their hair, they forget to eat, can hardly sleep and it wears down on them. Only he takes notice, looking at them closely and noting how down they get when they aren't fighting or training their skills. It was a miracle he was able to get so close to you with how guarded you were. The first time you met him you nearly hissed, but he was persistent.

"I'll take care of you", he'd muse, to which you'd scowl.

"It's rotten work"

"Not not to me, not if it's you"

There is beauty in the beast, and that's something he wants you to see, wants you to understand and feel. The poet understands that you could crush him in an instant, if your anger ever flared to the point of shoving him away or worst of all- causing you to block out everyone and everything, but he trusts that you wouldn't. You couldn't ever imagine wanting to bring him harm or even trouble, which is why you'd hesitate with every little thing. You're holding your breath, expecting him to suddenly decide that he's tired of you as he urges you to eat, brushing your hair and etc.

[drusoona]

[ghostmaldo]

~Winter Wonderland~

Vs first time seeing snow with you

Xgn!reader

Sorry for the giant gab in posts. I went through a little sick episode but now I am back and will hopefully post a bit more frequently! Thank you for your patience!

Request 📦: open 💙

His a puzzle… a gentle umbra standing doe eyed in a field of milky white. (Y/n) can’t see the look on his face from behind… but she can tell the breaths been taken from him. Captured completely by the snows charming spell. Winter had come a bit sooner then anyone had expected. Leaving the two to wonder in the product in the middle of a demon hunt.

Which may not be all too bad…

“He withers all in silence, and in his hand. Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.” V’s voice came low. Almost as if he had been uttering to himself. (Y/n) took the chance to walk through the thin blanket of white to stand next to him. Their eyes also fixated on the icy beauty before them. “Never seen snow before?” (Y/n) questioned as delicately as V had spoken. She didn’t want to break the silent falling veil around them.

“I have memories of this-“

“V…” They cut him off. Looking at him knowingly. Vs eyes tore away from the winter wonderland to stare at (y/n). Their wide curious eyes peering into him such as a playful cat would. He couldn’t help smiling a bit. His raven locks flowed to the front of his face. Shielding the hint of grief brimming in his eyes.

“Have you seen snow before?”

V cleared his throat, turning his gaze back out to the abandoned road. “No, no I have never seen it before.”

“Well, what do you think?“ (y/n) scooted closer to Vs body. Their curiosity growing at the man’s thoughts. They were a bit infatuated with V the moment he had entered their life’s. They became eager anytime they were given the chance to peer into Vs head.

They heard V hum at the question, leaning his weight onto on his cane. The other finding it’s way to his chin. Gently rubbing the end while he collected his thoughts. Then he slowly raised his dark eyes up to the gray clouds above.

“It is charming to look at in its own fashion… however…” V paused, shifting on the soles of his feet. It dawned on (y/n) what was happening. They eyed his no sleeved shirt and open toed shoes.

“I am a bit cold…”

(Y/n) laughed nervously. They slipped their arms to wrap around Vs arm. The sensation was comforting on his cold skin. He welcomed the embrace fondly.

“Come on then, let’s head back to the van.”

*bonus*

Griffen spotted the two walking in the sea of endless winter. He flew down close to them, landing several feet in front of them. “What the fuck (y/n)! This shit is freezing! And it goes on forever, what is this!”

[sailordiavolo]

Sparda Headcanons

nobody asked, but i’ve had many thoughts about Sparda lately, and i need to get them out before i go mentally insane

[ mostly general headcanons about Sparda himself, with some including his relationship with eva and the twins. ]

sparda started out like trish; a full demon who learned compassion, love and empathy, despite those traits not occurring naturally to demon kind.

when he did experience these emotions for the first time, it completely blew him away and fundamentally changed him. he became horrified by things such as the qliphoth tree, which eventually motivated his rebellion.

sparda, similar to mundus, could spiritually inhabit statues that were made in his likeness. there was one placed in fortuna, the purpose of which was originally to watch the hell gate for potential activity

though he would quickly dispatch of demons that tore into the human world, he wouldn’t meddle with human politics or affairs.

unlike vergil, sparda’s hair (in his human form) naturally grew out of his head in that slicked-back manner because that was how his horns grew (curled backwards). his hair even curved out and around like his horns did if he let it grow long enough

he had a romanticised view of humanity. he loved humanity like a neurodivergent person loves their hyperfixation

sparda spent most of his time in the human world in his demon form. he would occasionally take a human form when he wished to experience certain human things firsthand, or if he wanted to blend in, but he did this sparingly

while sparda was alive and at his strongest, there were a lot less demons trying to break into the human world, so the dark knight was often left with long periods of time to himself.

though he had learned empathy and compassion, sparda did not form close, loving bonds with humans for many centuries. thus the dark knight did not really have a concept of loneliness. he read about it, but didn’t really understand.

sparda was very reluctant to let people into his inner world, especially humans, who lived their entire lives and died before he could so much as draw a breath. there had been attempts to mingle with humans, but he stuck out like a sore thumb, or would outright scare people if he was in his demon form.

in his spare time, sparda liked to travel the world and visit various places, observing people, cultures, languages, arts and customs.

several different cultures have legends that somewhat fit the description of the legendary dark knight, but at present, nobody knows how accurate these legends are, and many of these legends do not mention him by name. they tell of his bravery and heroism.

sparda, like vergil, loved poetry and the artistic pursuits that humans created. (after all, swordsmanship is an art, too.) he admired the beauty of human art, especially the ways they used it to express emotions or tell stories

sparda liked to collect weapons and armor, even ones of human creation because they fascinated him. contrary to popular belief, sparda had been wielding guns since they were first invented, although for several hundred years they weren’t any match for most demons.

sparda’s mansion was like his den. it was filled with human literature, a lot of ancient texts in ancient languages; including various works of art, textiles, collections of weapons (including Luce & Ombra) and various items he’d been given as acts of worship. The doors and ceilings were very high because of how tall Sparda was in his demon form.

he had a colllection of human trinkets, various things he’d find that he thought were interesting, but didn’t really know what they were for. random mundane items, like an egg beater, hot water bottle, electric appliances that he doesn’t know how to turn on, spinning tops, and the like. he’d sort of just guess what they were for and put them up in places.

in his human form, he liked to dress in ways that imitated his favorite characters in books.

sparda had wished to know love like what he read about, like in the stories humans love to tell, which just seemed to be intrinsic to their nature. he could sort of understand shakespearean tragedies with his own understanding of love and compassion, yet for many centuries he still found the true meaning of such love to remain elusive to him.

eva was as curious about him as he was about her and humans in general. he would ask her questions about humans (initially, he had a lot of misconceptions about humans) and she would ask questions about him. when he was more comfortable around her, he showed her his human trinkets collection and asked her to explain what they were for. (he did not think that the egg beater was for mixing eggs).

he was bad at socialising and often spoke in a way that sounded ancient and out-of-place, sometimes mixing middle english with modern english, but he improved after meeting eva, since he had more practice after that.

after finding out sparda liked things such as poetry and literature, eva would bring him other human things to try; films, music, food and the like. just as vergil got his love of literature from his parents, dante got his love of music, dance and film from his parents, too. (sparda a fan of old western films? more likely than you’d think)

like dante and vergil, sparda was prone to aging in his human form. that’s why you see the version of him in dmc1 (pretty young-looking) and the older version of him as seen in the family portrait. ( see below )

therefore, it was a HUGE decision to marry eva and stay with her. it meant staying in human form, which meant aging, which meant shortening his own lifespan. although it was a big decision to make the commitment to marry eva, when the time came, he made the decision instantly.

he could’ve lived thousands of years longer had he left her alone, or had he resolved to watching her wither away and die from old age, but that was a very lonely existence, and once he had known eva, he had known loneliness and he had known sorrow.

eva and sparda were married for many years before the children came into the picture. (eva has a banging skin care routine btw)

sparda actually wanted children because of the many times he’d witnessed the loving bond between a human parent and child. it was a type of love he’d secretly longed for

though he wanted children, he was very reluctant to actually create them with eva, because of the potential risks involved with carrying hybrid offspring. not only that, but eva being the mother to his offspring would only put her in even more mortal danger from his enemies.

but eva had insisted, soothed him and reassured him. eva understood the risks of becoming a mother this way, and she was prepared to go through with it anyway.

dante was a mommy’s boy and vergil was a daddy’s boy

sparda was a great storyteller. he would recount in great detail his various adventures to the children, or sometimes read his favourite books to them. dante was only interested in stories where the hero defeats the bad guy, whereas vergil would soak up anything his father told him. thus, vergil was privy to many stories that dante wasn’t.

by the time the twins were young children, sparda had aged considerably since he first married eva, meaning his power had begun to dwindle. this meant he was away from home more often, because more and more demons were beginning to break into the human world.

and once mundus figured out that sparda had fathered children (with a human woman, no less) they’d begun to target the wife and kids.

dante specifically remembered waiting for his father to return on several different occasions, but being disappointed many times. vergil however, understood that sparda was protecting them, because he was the strongest, and there was no one else who could.

the twins often bickered about this. vergil would remind him that his little attitude towards father was “foolish”. at which point dante would try and hit him in the face. (he only managed to actually hit vergil half the time)

while sparda was gone, the twins would stay with eva. sparda’s excursions grew longer and longer, until one day he did not return at all.

dante in his youth held a grudge against his father for his absentee behavior, but it wasn’t until he was much older where he finally understood where his father was coming from. and dante too had become like his old man in thay regard, pushing loved ones away with the intention of protecting them.

and it wasn’t until much later that vergil had finally realised that sparda’s love was his driving force behind the immense power he wielded; sparda’s love for the beauty of humanity. a realisation that had come far too late for vergil.

if sparda and eva had’ve known how it ended for them and given a chance to take it all back, they wouldn’t do it. they knew what they were getting themselves into when they chose to bring dante and vergil into the world. the only regret they would’ve had is not being able to spend more time together as a family.

[mistydise]

also what do you think about a dmc au taking place in a boarding school in redgrave city? i know it can be kinda boring and cliche, but i want to do some soft and cute stories too, without all the "trauma" hehe

the story would be with V!

[iggy-dearest]

Imagine calling Nico

“What’s up doll, think you can make it here” you questioned, smiling at V who was leaning on a semi broken wall outside of the phone booth. His eyes were closed so you doubt he saw it.

“You got it mama” her enthusiastic voice was music to your ears, especially during this mission. With Dante, Trish, and Lady presumed dead that makes you the only vet left, and that’s fucking terrifying.

“See you soon” you ended and hung up.

Time to get back to work.

[indigosuvi]

Hey, can i request V with prompt 12 from your event?

Another Round?

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 517 | Read it on AO3 | Masterlist | Tag List

“V, I want children with you.” You said simply as you sat next to him on the couch.

He was reading his book. The book is on one hand, and his other hand is on your thigh. He wasn't expecting what you said. He took a moment before he put his book aside and looked at you with a small smirk on his face. 

“Do you? Well, come here then.” He said teasingly. 

He never really thought about children, especially in the state that he was in. He couldn't be as active as he would want to be, but you didn't mind. You supported him and cared for him however you could. It wasn't an issue for you, and it wouldn't be an issue for you to care for him and the child both. You knew that you could handle it. V was worried for you. He didn't want you to struggle. He wanted to help you out as much as he possibly could. If it was what you wanted, he would give it to you.

You moved over to him, and he smiled as you sat down on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he placed his hands on your hips. Slowly, you began to move your hips back and forth. You kissed his neck, and he tilted his head back with a moan. You continued your movements as you slipped a hand beneath his shirt. His hands remained on your hips until you sat up and removed your shirt. One of his hands moved to rest on your chest. His eyes slowly traveled over your body. You felt your face heat up as you continued to grind your hips against him. Once you had both cum, you moved off of him, sliding your pants and underwear to the ground. V watched before he removed his own clothes. He sat back down on the couch, and you moved to be on him once again. You slowly stroked his hardened length a few times, causing him to let out a moan. You positioned yourself and slid him into you. You let out a moan and waited a moment before you began to move your hips up and down. Your hands rested on V's shoulders, and his hands rested on your hips. As you moved, V would occasionally thrust up into you, causing you to moan. Your pace quickened, and V's face tightened up as he soon began to cum. It wasn't long before you soon followed after. You waited a moment, resting.

“Do you want to go again?” V asked as he looked at you. You weren't going to be able to go another round after all of the work you did in the first round. However, V had the stamina if you wanted another round.

“Yes.” You replied, and you began to move off of him. Your back met the seat on the couch, and V positioned himself between your legs. He slid himself inside of you and waited a moment before he began to move his hips back and forth slowly.

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[queen-of-hoshido]

Dante : Hey guys let's see which one of us has the best pick up lines. I go first. Y/n I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?

Y/n : *reading her book* Overused.

Nero : Y/n I must being in a museum because you truly are a work of art.

Y/n : Cute but no.

Nico : Aside from being sexy, what you do for a living?

Y/n : Uh-uh

Nico : Oh come on, if none of these are good enough then why don't you tell one?

Y/n : *not moving her eyes from the book* Vergil are you a screen door because I'd bang you like a hurricane.

Vergil : *blushes*

Everyone : *stare mouth opened*

[skiesoftwilight]

One More for the Road (Vergil)

My little break kinda helped me get a better sense of my writing styles and organization, so although its brief, I think it’s way better than the other cringey Vergil piece I wrote. I hope you all enjoy!

Requested by: @fandomhell97

Prompt Inspiration (Fluff #9 - “Can I get another kiss, please?”)

Word Count: 861

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“No, absolutely not.”

“Look, I don’t like the plan either, but what other choice do we have?” You threw your hands out in front of you, watching Vergil shake his head in disapproval of the crew’s plan to execute the job, “If we don’t split up, the demons will spread and things will only get worse than they already are.”

“Then why do we have to part?” Vergil questioned, his silver brows knitting together out of anger and confusion. 

“Vergil, come on…” You crossed your arms, looking away from him.

“Why do we have to part?” He demanded an answer.

“Nero needs someone to look after him,” Vergil rolled his eyes and scoffed. You placed a firm hand on his arm to bring his eyes back to yours, “He’s already angry that you and Dante pushed him to the back burner on this job; he’s so hot-headed, it makes him unpredictable at times and I just want to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid, for your sake and mine.”

Vergil’s hardened gaze drifted to look out the van window at the rest of the crew talking amongst themselves. He saw the brooding look on Nero’s face as he stood beside Lady and Nico; Vergil felt a twinge of guilt somewhere deep in his chest, but before the feeling could be registered on his straight face, it was gone. He cared for Nero, but you were his top priority when you were involved in anything job-related.

“If that still doesn’t satisfy you, then think of this,” You moved closer towards him, your voice growing softer as a reassuring smile crept onto your lips, “I won’t be on the front lines with you, Dante, and Trish. I’ll be far away, fighting empusas and other lesser demons that come crawling out of that hole in the ground and I won’t be alone. I’ll have Nero and Lady by my side if anything goes wrong.”

You could see Vergil going over the thought in his head as his calloused hand ran up and down the hilt of the Yamato. “I... can't say that my opinion has not changed, but I am still not happy with this arrangement.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” You smiled. Tilting your head up to meet his gaze, your hand came to cup the side of his face, your thumb softly rubbing away the thin streak of dust and dirt that had appeared on his cheek from an earlier fight. His whole body melted at your touch. With his gaze still holding yours, your hand traveled from his cheek to the nape of his neck to pull his lips down onto yours.

The passion in the kiss was evident as Vergil pulled you into his embrace; his grip was so firm as if he was planning to keep you hostage in his arms until the rest of them forgot about you both, but that he knew as well as you that that wasn’t how the crew operated.

“I don’t want to be separated from you like this, not again…” Vergil spoke. 

“I promise when this is all over, we’ll take a long break,” You smiled, placing your hands on his chest as he looked down at you, “We won’t have to part ways, worry about fighting demons or annoying teammates or family members, it’ll just be the two of us.”

“It almost sounds too good to be true.” Vergil smiled before planting a kiss on the crown of your head.

Three loud bangs sounded on the van door and startled the both of you. Before you could question who was banging on the door, Dante’s voice rang loud through the metal door.

“Alright you two, enough making out in there and let’s go. We got a job to finish.”

A chuckle fell from your lips as you moved out of Vergil’s arms and to the table to pick up your weapons. Vergil stood by the door, waiting for you to join him by his side so he wouldn’t face the childish remarks of his teammates alone.

“I’ll wait for you when you’re done with things on your end, then like I said, we’ll disappear for a couple of weeks, just the two of us.” You reassured him, your smile bringing one to his own.

His hand reached for the handle, but before he turned it, he turned towards you, his signature smirk coming to his own lips, “Wait, can I get another kiss?” He stared at you, you could see him practically begging you with the slight mirthful glint in his eyes, “Please?”

“Sure.” 

With a light giggle, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. Vergil brought you into his embrace once more and took the time to take in this little moment before you two separated; He was still upset and nervous about not having you by his side to protect you, but he knew that you could take care of your self and you were in going to be in good company. He too was waiting for the end of the job so it would be just the two of you.

[sol-korolevas]

[gentle, and unbreaking];

when it’s night, v somtimes stays with you, laying in bed under the protection of a ceiling covered in plastic stars. he likes tracing each shape, connecting them with one slender finger.

you lean against his shoulder and yawn. noticing v dropping his arm, you then turn and curl against him. the tattoos on his body trembles like ink flowing in a contained space.

v sits up and reaches over you to turn off the lamp. you feel his leather jackeg brush over your exposed skin as he moves. before v can reach the lamp, you stop him by clasping a hand around his arm.

“wait, i want to ask you something first,” you say, voice weak from tiredness. though your mind is aching to be asleep, an intrusive thought suddenly plunders it awake. “why do you always take off your jacket after the lights go off? and why do you always make sure to get dressed when i’m not looking?”

your voice slowly raises in volume as you speak, now mostly awake save for the tired ring in the back of your head. you know that v will never run away from answering a direct question, so you maintain eye contact with him, just to hear his response.

“does it concern you, (name)?” he asks gently, voice soft and soothing. he moves and he’s hovering over you. beneath the glow of light, v’s thin face looks even more angular, even more mesmerizing. before you can answer, v then lifts himself up. “if you wish,” he says, slowly drawing the strings out, “i will bare myself to you.”

something about his words, always artistic and elegant, makes you shudder. and perhaps it’s the shadows playing tricks on you, but you swear you see the tattoos on his body slowly move. perhaps the demons linked to him senses something too.

a new side of v that he never showed to others.

the leather jacket slips off of him. you let out a breath as your eyes slide from v’s face to his upper body. you inhale again and out comes a shuddering breathe.

“oh v...” you whisper, slowly taking in his form.

before you could respond again, v bends forward and places your hands on his chest. at that moment, you finally notice his face.

“am i to your liking?” he asks.

there’s no teasing lilt in his voice, but something hopeful in the subtle smile he gives you. so you smile, before pressing your hands against his delicate body. “yes, everything and more. you’re beautiful, v.”

for a moment, v looks at you with an indiscernible gaze in his eyes. then he draws his face near yours and takes your right hand in his. he presses the palm of it to his cheek and closes his eyes. a relieved sigh escapes his mouth, before he says, “i was worried you will be disgusted with this feeble body of mine.”

“no v,” you say, reaching up with your other hand to press it against the back of his head, beckoning him lower until he’s laying on top of you. “your body is wonderful and good.”

you lay your arm across the back of his shoulder, your other hand stroking his hair. v was never like this, so full of self-doubt that you feel your heart breaking for him.

and there’s still more to tell him. yet you couldn’t find the words except picturing yourself kissing the same flesh your hands had touched a few minutes ago.

you brush your mouth against the top of v’s head and inhale his scent. he smells like the night, sharp with an underlying sweetness. he has threaded his fingers together with yours, holding it against his mouth.

“i love you (name).”

his sudden confession leaves you breathless. your heart starts beating faster, as something rises in rapturous sumphony within you.

you remember watching v on the battlefields plunging his cane into the raw hearts of towering beasts and twisted monstrosities. you remember seeing him waltz through chaos, elegant and dangerous. you remember wondering why he decided to bestow his affections onto you, an ordinary human with little skills and even fewer gifts.

even now you wonder if you are enough, if what you said was enough. how could anything be enough? instead you choose the most simplistic of feelings to carve into words. you hold him close and press a gentle kiss to his head as you close your eyes.

“i love you too, always and forever,” is your response, firm but quiet, and only for him.

[shianhygge-imagines]

Silver Rose [Vergil/Reader] {Devil May Cry} Nero

AN: Ahem... confession I’ve never personally played dmc4... Nero’s personality is based off of what I’ve seen of dmc4 on YT and from dmc5. 

So, hopefully this isn’t too off the mark. 

Still getting it together with the jet lag, if I’m being completely honest. I slept through an entire day just to fix it a little. And I’m still waking up and falling asleep at odd hours.

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“Come on, Y/N! You know you want to!” Dante teased, while dragging you through the streets of Fortuna. Somehow, your brother in law had managed to drag you from the confines of your room to another city almost completely isolated from the rest of society. 

At first, you’d been under the impression that Morrison had given the two of you a new job. Dante had practically burst into your room that morning with a bright grin, chattering about how the two of you had a lot to get done in the next few days. That “we’ll be set for a few months.” So, thinking that it was a high paying job for once, you’d practically flown out of bed to get ready for a rewarding mission. You’d been suspicious of Dante insisting that you ride along with him on his bike, but you’d let it go on account of Dante giving you the puppy eyes that made you incapable of carrying a grudge against him. It had taken you half a day of traveling before you’d started to read the road signs along the highway. All seemed fine until you’d read, “Fortuna - 30 miles away,” and you’d promptly screamed at Dante, who, like always, laughed at your expense. You had reluctantly agreed to wanting to meet Nero, but you didn’t think that Dante would spirit you away the very next day.

It was at that point that you realized why Dante had been so insistent on you not taking your own bike. He didn’t want you trying to run away. No matter how much you argued, Dante didn’t stop the bike the rest of the way to Fortuna. And it wasn’t like you could simply jump off a motorcycle that was going 130mph.

“This is humiliating, Dante!” You cried, digging your boot heels into the cobblestone ground as Dante dragged you backwards through the streets. If was a fact that the two of you looked ridiculous to the people of Fortuna, and you could almost hear them whisper about the rowdy outsiders.

“Well, it wouldn’t be humiliating if you’d. Just. COOPERATE!!” Dante grunted, giving a hard yank with his arms wrapped around your waist. The leather on his coat sleeve gave a protesting squeak.

“You can’t make me do this!” The protest left your mouth along with a loud yelp at suddenly being yanked.

“You’re a grown ass woman, Y/N!”

“And as a grown ass woman, I can make my own decisions!”

“Well, you sure ain’t acting like one! Stop being a coward!”

“I’M NOT A COWARD!”

“YES, YOU ARE!”

“NO, I’M NOT!”

“YES.”

“NO!”

“YES!”

“NO!”

“WHAT ARE YOU SO SCARED FOR?”

“I AIN’T GOING TO BE A REPLACEMENT!”

…..

…..

“…What?”

Your answering grumble was enough of a sign for Dante to turn you around in his arms, forcing you to either stare at his chest, or his face. You weren’t normally this unreasonable. “Y/N… what’s really bothering you?”

“… I’m scared that he won’t like me trying to play at being his mother, Dante.” You whispered, wanting to disappear in a hole at all the stares being directed at the two of you. If Nero was anything like his father or uncle, then he was the type to dislike being underestimated. “I don’t want to just pop into his life after eighteen or so years and be like, ‘Hey! I’m your stepmother, I’ve come to  support you!’ What if he thinks that I’m pitying him?”

“Y/N… you don’t have to be his mother. Just… be there for him. Nero’s not the kind of person to just take charity, but he’s also not the type to dislike a person upon meeting them.” Dante sounded so sure of himself as he reassured you, but you still fidgeted from the nervousness.

“I… I’ll go see him, but if Nero finds my presence annoying, then I’m out. I just want…” You didn’t finish your sentence as you toyed with the necklace around your neck. I just want a family, again. You didn’t have to voice the last bit, the suddenly somber glint in Dante’s eyes told you that he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“You know… maybe you should let me come to my own conclusion before you start worrying.” A playfully annoyed voice suggested from behind. An embarrassing squeak left your lips as you spun around to confront the voice’s owner, indignant at being caught unaware.

The first thing that caught you off guard was the chin length white hair, still so striking even after spending years in the company of the twin Sons of Sparda. He was young, but he was tall, almost as tall as Dante, if not a few inches shorter, and you had to tilt your head to look him in the face. It was like a slap to the face with how similar he looked to Vergil, and you found yourself taking an involuntary step backwards in shock. He had the same blue eyes that made your legs weak, stubborn, passionate sapphire eyes so much like his father’s. But that self-assured smirk was without a doubt something that Dante shared with the young man. Without a doubt, the young man that stood before you was Nero.

A silence settled over the three of you until Dante broke the silence. “Hey, Nero! Long time no see! How have you been, kid?” Your eyes narrowed at your brother in law… real smooth, Dante. Real smooth.

“We just saw each other two days ago, Dante. Not much has changed since.” Nero’s expression was absolutely blank as he pointed this fact out to Dante. It was true enough, which probably made Nero very suspicious of Dante’s sudden return with a stranger nonetheless. The young man’s eyes flickered to look you over before he directed the next question towards you. “So what brings you to Fortuna?”

“We were actually looking for you, Nero.” You winced at how uncomfortable you sounded.

Nero spread out his arms briefly as he spoke, “Well, here I am. What did you need that warranted coming back so quickly? The city’s still in ruins you know?”

“Actually,” Dante started, raising a finger to the sky, “how did you find us so quickly?”

Nero blinked once… twice… three times before using his thumb to point backwards at the large estate behind him. “You were both making a ruckus outside of the orphanage… and I live in that orphanage.”

You lifted a hand to smack Dante on the back of his head and turned to glare at him. “So your plan was to drag me kicking and screaming across Fortuna until Nero found us?! What kind of shitty plan was that!”

“Ow! Hey! Y/N! At least it worked!” Dante protested when you tried to hit him again, pointing at the much younger man. “Worked like a charm! He found us!”

“Yeah, after half of Fortuna pointed and stared at us!” You threw your arms up in exasperation before promptly burying your face in your hands and muttering, “Ugh. I’m so not ready for this.” 

“Uh. Dante? You going to introduce us?” Nero chimed in, a smirk on his face as he crossed his arms, waiting patiently for the two of you to get your acts together.

Dante gave an easy grin as he hauled you up from your hunched and embarrassed position, spinning you around and draping his left arm strategically over your shoulders so that you couldn’t lift your arms to hide your face. You shot your brother in law an indignant scowl when he proceeded to poke your cheek with his index finger. “This particular ball of pint sized sunshine… is Y/N. She’s my sister.” At this, your cheek twitched from how unbelievable this lie was.

Nero, for his part, looked equally unimpressed, and shifted his weight to lean on one foot. “Right. You don’t resemble one another at all.”

“She’s adopted?” Dante explained, sounding unsure of himself as he shrugged. “Anyways, I thought I’d bring her here to help with the relief effort. Y/N’s a bit of a do-gooder and likes to look after people.”

Oh, how you wanted to strangle Dante. You weren’t pint-sized and you sure as hell were not a do-gooder. If anything, Dante’s the do-gooder with how often he doesn’t accept payment for his jobs. Deciding that you’d deal with Dante’s lame explanations later, you slapped a friendly smile on your face and offered your right hand for a handshake, “Nice to meet you, Nero. Dante wouldn’t shut up about you.”

For a brief moment, Nero’s blue eyes flickered back and forth between your eyes and your offered hand, and you knew that you were being sized up. After a few seconds, Nero’s thin lips curved into a boyish grin and he took your hand in his, giving a gentle but firm shake. “I appreciate the help, Ms. Y/N.”

Before you could respond that Nero didn’t have to add a title to your name, a shock seemed to run up both of your arms, and the two of you promptly released each other’s hands. By your side, Totsuka hummed in recognition at the familiar presence, and Nero’s demonic arm started to glow. Nero’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at you, “Who are you, Y/N?”

“I… uh… think it’s better if we talked about this in private, Nero.” Dante suggested, getting in close to Nero and whispering, “Y/N’s connected to the Yamato.”

The younger man seemed to recoil at the mention of the Yamato, confusion plastered on his face as he glanced at your own bewildered face. “Yeah, fine, we’ll talk in the garage.” With a small wave to follow, Nero pulled away from Dante and began to stroll towards the large ornate building behind him, pulling open the nearly demolished black gate to lead the two of you through.

It might have been a very beautiful orphanage at one point, if not for the rubble that littered the property. You thought that perhaps at one point, children might have spent their time running around the large lawn, noticing the various tire swings decorating the larger trees and the metal playground. There were definitely still children living in the orphanage, as you could see their little faces peaking out at you from the orphanage windows, but you guessed that it was still too dangerous for them to be playing outside.

Around the side of the orphanage was a less ornate structure attached to the building. The garage seemed to have been a side thought to the entire structure, only added because of convenience from the looks of how bland it was.

It was only after the three of you were inside the garage that Nero turned around and demanded, “Okay. What the hell is going on?”

Dante made the expression that he normally used when he was about to start spouting nonsensical information, so you kindly stepped up to cover his mouth. “My husband was the previous owner of the Yamato.”

Nero blinked for a moment before looking down at his still glowing arm, “You’re not here to take it back, right?”

You shook your head, hand still firmly on Dante’s mouth. “No. I’d imagine the only way to retrieve the Yamato would be to cut your arm off.” When Nero defensively hid his arm from your view, you chuckled and shook your head. “Besides, the Yamato tends to be attracted to its owner’s next of kin.”

“Next of kin?” Nero muttered before something seemed to click in his head, “Wait, so does that mean my father is…”

“My husband, yes.” You confirmed, looking as uncomfortable as Nero was.

“Then… are you my mother?” You didn’t know if it was hope, anger, or sadness that made Nero’s voice tremble just the slightest.

You shook your head sadly, “I’m not, Nero.”

“But if you’re not my mother, then… oh.” Realization dawned on him at the circumstance to his birth and suddenly the boy looked pained, “I’m sorry.”

You managed a grateful smile, your hand dropping from Dante’s mouth. “You’re a sweet boy, Nero. I’m sorry that I didn’t come find you sooner. It must have been difficult without parents.”

“I wasn’t alone, though.” Nero’s blue eyes lit up from memories of happy times, “I had Credo and Kyrie to help me. I… uh… do you want to meet Kyrie, Ms. Y/N?”

You nodded the affirmative and moved to follow Nero into the main house, “I’d love to, Nero. And you don’t have to call me Ms.”

“Then, what do I call you?”

“Just Y/N is fine, Nero.”

“Y/N, then.”

….

“Seriously, guys? You just forgot about me?”

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Around a year later.

“Nero, behind you!” Bang!

“Thanks for the save, Mom!”

…

The two of you stood in silence at the center of a ring of ash, having killed a good handful of demons. Both of you paused in awkward silence, your eyes wide in surprise, and Nero bashfully sporting a dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“I mean… uh…” Nero stuttered, trying to explain his slip up before huffing and giving up, scratching the side of his cheek, “Can I… call you that?”

“You want to call me ‘Mom?’” you wheezed, eyes burning from the overflow of emotion you sudden felt.

“I mean, if you don’t mind-”

“I don’t.” You interrupted, looking touched and determined to make this work. “I don’t mind if you call me that.”

Nero’s posture relaxed a great deal, a relieved grin appearing on his lips. “Seriously? That’s great.” The younger devil hunter gave a huge sigh, “Okay… Mom.”

You bit your lip when Nero called you his mother again. “Nero… I’m going to hug you now, okay?”

Your son’s eyebrows rose, but he didn’t question your request, merely opening his arms, voice just the slightest bit hoarse as he replied, “Okay.”

Before you knew it, you had Nero in your arms, pure joy flowing through you as he hugged you back. “My son. My beautiful son.”

Did you hear that, Vergil? He wants me to be his mother. He’s our son.

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Not even sorry about the ending.

"So..." You started as you and V were walking down an alley, on your way to kick some demon ass. He looked at you through his hair with one eyebrow raised. "When you command Shadow to 'pin them to the wall'..."

He chuckled and leaned on his cane. "Yes...?" He murmured, looking deeply into your eyes, knowing exactly what you were thinking. His gaze sent shivers down your spine as you tried to hide your intense blushing with your hair. "Do you - I mean... have you ever wanted to-"

He suddenly pushed you into the brick wall behind you and put his cane up against your throat. His face was so close to yours you could feel his breath tickle your skin. "Pin you against the wall?" He finished your sentence, looking at you through pitch black eyelashes. A tickling sensation in your lower abdomen forced you to let out a small moan and you quickly bit your lip. He smirked. "If you only knew..."

His plump lips crashed into yours in a heated and deep kiss. You moaned with each gasp for air and tried to put your hands around his waist but he pushed the cane harder down on your throat. Blood was rushing to your head and you bit his lip and he removed the cane. "Forgive me, love." He breathed and moved his lips to your neck, kissing and licking the red skin. "I... forgive you- ah!" You moaned and grabbed his raven black curls. He grabbed one of your legs and held it up, pushing himself closer to your body. You could feel his hard bulge rubbing against you and you pulled him back into another lustful kiss. "May I...?" He asked and fondled one of the buttons on your pants. "So polite..." You smiled cheekily but quickly regretted it when he ripped the rest of the buttons open and shoved his hand into your panties. You moaned loudly as his slender fingers immediately started to caress your clit. He moaned and ripped your shirt open with his other hand, exposing your breast. "What was that? Am I not naughty enough for you, sweetheart?" He almost growled and bit your tender flesh. You moaned his name loudly. His fingers slowly moved from your clit to your soaked entrance. "You're so wet... you've been wanting this for a long time, haven't you?"

His thumb was still on your clit as he dipped his middle finger into you. "Y-yes... I want you! I need you!" You stuttered and pulled his face to yours. "Please..." You begged. His lustful eyes were fixed on your mouth. "Fuck me."

"Here? People could see-"

"Nobody's here, damn it! Fuck me, V!"

He hastily undid his pants and lifted you up, leaning you against the wall. "Pin me to the wall..." You smirked. He let out a small chuckle that turned into a moan as he slid inside you. His impressive size took some getting used to but you quickly adjusted. "Fuck..." He moaned into your neck. His thrusts were deep and hard and you could feel yourself coming close to your climax already. "V, I'm gonna-!" He picked up the speed and locked your eyes with his. "Look at me." He demanded. You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes back in pleasure and did as he said. His thrusts grew impatient and you were getting closer to the edge. "Be mine..." He grunted. Your walls clenched around him and the wonderful feeling filled your entire body. "I'm yours... I've always been..." You sighed. He kissed you as he pulled out and finished himself off. You both slid down on the ground, sweaty and tired. You tried covering your exposed chest with what was left of your shirt but with little success. "Sorry about that..." V smirked. "I'll go back and get you a new one."

"Don't worry," a voice said from behind the wall. "She can borrow my jacket."

You both froze as Dante appeared with his arms crossed and a cocky smirk on his face. "That. Was. SO. Loud. Heard you all the way back to the van!" He took off his red coat and threw it in your lap. You were too embarrassed to function and just stared at Dante. V was pinching the bridge of his nose, silently cursing him. "Real happy for you two. Now, let's rock!" He said and marched past you. "We've got some demons to kill."