#dante x vergil x nero

[storytellering]

Spartober, day 4 - Reunion

[sinful-morningstar]

Spartober 2023 Day 3 Threesome (VerDaNero)

Author's note: I am very tired I'm running on 5 hours of sleep and i just finished this ,This is slightly Smutty but not a full on sex fic it is sexual but not full on in this fic, it cuts off just before penetration, so if you want a full on nakey fic its not it... but nontheless theres making out and dirty talk and some clothed handjobs (Loosley used term cause no one climaxes yet so its all just sensual..or sexual teasing) anyways i tried lol Enjoy .. Prompts by whatsanapocalae1 (I am using a combination of Spartober and Devil MayTonber prompts) {I'll write more prompts to catch up on Tomorrow I am aware of how late into October we are but lucky for me its only been a week in so i can catch up...i am determined...i have motivationi} 3: Threesome (VerDaNero)

Nero walked around the Devil may cry office as he whistled to himself, he was growing bored of having no calls and being left to his own devices, he looked in each room with a sigh, nothing interesting not even V..or Vergil’s Poetry seemed to interest him. He sighed as he sat on the couch with a pout,his mind racing wondering why he was left alone he didn't want to be seen as Dead Weight again not ever again.. just when he let his mind go down the rabbit hole, Dante and Vergil returned from a recent call chuckling and playfully teasing one another as they entered the doors. “No I had that kill” Dante retorted with a smirk. Vergil scoffed “Where’d you learn to count ? We’re Even…” Nero cleared his throat clearly offended at the pair as he glared at them both his eyes darting between them. The Sparda twins looked at the younger with a raised brow. “Hmm? Something wrong kiddo?” Dante asked gently “What's the matter son?” Vergil asked in a similar tone to Dante a more velvety touch to his voice. With a scoff Nero rolled his eyes “Really? you two go on a hunt without me? And you have the balls to ask me what's wrong?I've been bored out of my skull since you two left for the underworld…it’s died down here and the one call you get ..i'm not a part of” he asked with a whine in his voice; his eyes were like a wounded puppy. “Oh sweetheart, we’re so sorry” Dante said with a sweet tone.as he lifted Nero’s chin gently his fingerless gloves made it easier for him to feel just the right places to make Nero shiver.. Vergil sat beside Nero as he sighed “Aw look at you…How can we ever make this up to you?” He said partially teasing, he was being genuine of course but he knew how Nero played this game and they knew it all too well.

Nero smirked, biting his lip gently “I can think of a few ways you two can make it up to me…” he said with a playful tone. “Oh yeah how's that?” Dante asked as he brushed his thumb against Nero’s lip gently making the younger man blush darkly. “Yes dear boy, how so?” Vergil asked with a purr, close to Nero's ear as he leaned down to pepper kisses on his Neck making his son shiver. With a shudder, Nero gasped gently “You..You guys are going in the right direction that's for sure..” he said almost chuckling. “Oh are we now, hear that Vergil, seems we’re doing something right” Dante smirked as he moved closer leaning in “Hmm C'mere baby~” he said as he kissed Nero gently . Vergil gave a simple nod to Dante’s response as he continued to kiss Nero’s neck, gently sucking on the tender flesh leaving marks and lovebites on him. He let his hands reach down Nero’s thighs gently squeezing and massaging them. Gasping softly, Nero bucked his hips letting out small moans. He felt Dante’s hands on his chest slowly unzipping his hoodie “Mmm D-Dante..” he said breathlessly he was cut off by his uncle’s lips on his own. “Mmmph~” He whined softly as he let Dante feel him up and kiss him slowly exposing his chest feeling his toned muscular body against his fingertips.. He felt dizzy With desire as he adored just how strong and rugged those hands were against his tender skin. His eyes widened as he felt Vergil move his hands up higher on his thighs, his fingers dangerously brushing up against Nero’s growing excitement. “Ah..Ahhh..mmm” He panted softly, his lips plump and red as he blushed. Dante has broken the kiss between them leaving a string of saliva connecting their lips together. He was a sight for sore eyes, his neck covered in hickeys and his eyes blown wide with pleasure as he drooled. “P-Please..” he asked, getting heated from the contact. Vergil continued to move his hands up pulling Nero into his lap, he had his hands on Nero’s waist slowly snaking them into his jeans gently stroking him through the fabric of his boxers making him leak with excitement “Shhh..we’ve got you baby boy…Relax..Daddy’s gonna take care of you while Uncle Dante uses that sweet mouth of yours..” “Damn right..you’re always so eager to take me aren't you sweetheart?” Dante asked gently, wiping away the drool dripping from Nero’s chin. He smirked with a pleasantly surprised hum as Nero started taking Dante's fingers into his mouth, sucking on them as he gave him pleading eyes. The sight alone made the heat go straight down to Dante’s own growing arousal. “Mm fuck, look at you..so perfect for me..” he said as he heard the obscenely wet noises coming from his Nephew’s mouth. “Mmm~” Nero moaned softly he felt himself throbbing at Vergil’s touch panting and moaning gently he was so close to release and they all knew it , in the air they all felt pleasure.

Vergil stopped his movements as he felt more of Nero’s pre-Release soaking the boxers, he hummed in thought as he grabbed the belt looks of the jeans and slowly slid them down Nero’s thighs taking them off as he nibbled on his neck. “Let’s get these off shall we?” He asked with a devious grin.

Nero shuddered as he kicked the jeans off once they were at his ankles. Before he knew it he was up against Vergil's chest from behind and Dante’s chest in front of him, perfectly sandwiched between the two eldest Spardas as he legs went wobbly and he fell to his knees.

“Attaboy!” Dante chuckled softly, aware of just how weak Nero was against the duo especially in the art of seduction. He ran his hand through Nero’s hair gently pulling it as he purred “Perfect..Now let me put that pretty mouth to good use..”

With a moan Nero arched his back presenting his plump backside to his father eagerly wiggling it. He yelped as he felt a small swat from Vergil's firm hand making him shiver.

“Behave Nero..i won't tolerate any foolishness while we’re intimate..is that clear?” Vergil said as he slowly slid off Nero’s boxers, freeing his son’s erection as he stroked him gently, making Nero moan. Vergil’s hand squeezes the shaft gently to stave off any more excitement, making Nero whimper pitifully.

“Yes Daddy” Nero moaned softly.

“Good boy~” Vergil and Dante said in unison.

[hejee]

oomf told me to post my dmc art here from twitter

[yominero]

DEVIL MAY CRY — PUSSY DRUNK EDITION

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dmc men x fem!reader (separate)

your boyfriend goes feral between your thighs. oral fixation? more like obsession.

NOW LOADING... face-sitting, oral fixation, messy devotion, and dangerously horny devils. WHO IS NUMBER ONE?

PLAYER NAME: NERO PUSSY DRUNK LEVEL: 100 TITLE RANK: THE WORSHIPPER DIRTY SECRET: Once he got a taste, he became obsessed.

Nero is undeniably the most pussy drunk out of the three. He starts with the awkward energy of a guy who’s like, “Do I go left or—oh, got it baby,” and immediately spirals into addiction. His hands are gripping your thighs, his Devil Breaker locked around your waist, keeping you in place.

He lives to make you tremble with only his tongue. He loves watching you fall apart. He gets off on the sounds you make, the way you squirm, tug his hair, and scream his name, squeezing him between your legs as he goes deeper and deeper. And he calls himself a devil hunter? No, honey, he's a professional diver.

“Baby, fuck, I could do this all day. You taste so good. Look at you, already gone, and I haven’t even started.”

When you come, he doesn’t stop. He moans into your dripping folds, licks it up like he’s dying of thirst in the middle of the desert, welcomed into the oasis called you. It's terrible how much you spoil him... He can't go a day without seeing, feeling, or tasting you. And he claims that the only devil thing is his arm, how funny. Do we need to comment on his tongue and how it makes you open your own gate to Hell?

NEXT LEVEL: Pussy drunk like it’s his life purpose.

Nero’s embarrassed about how much he loves it, but does it anyway. Over and over again. Let it rain over him, or on him—he wouldn’t mind which way it goes, especially if you just so happened to squirt and make a mess. Sometimes he's speechless, and he just looks up at you, licks his lips while staring at your fucked up face, and smiles like a child who seems to have received a long-awaited birthday present.

PLAYER NAME: DANTE PUSSY DRUNK LEVEL: 98 TITLE RANK: THE SHOW-OFF DIRTY SECRET: Loves the taste, the sound, the mess. He wants it all, and he wants you to know.

Dante loves oral. He’s cocky about it, and for a damn good reason, not to brag or anything, but he’s amazing at it. It’s not just about skill; he enjoys the whole act. The slow build-up, the angelic sounds you make when the devil is right between your legs. The visual. He’ll drag his tongue across your folds and then look up with a smirk, lips wet, like “You good, princess? Can I go deeper?”

He’ll eat you out on the couch, on the counter, on the damn floor. Loudly. Sloppily. Groaning like it’s the best meal he’s ever had, because let’s be honest—it is the best meal he’s ever had. After that, he doesn't want to taste or look at anything else. He knows very well what effect it has on and in you. He'll have the audacity to smirk when he feels your legs pressing and squeezing his face. Well, if he's going to die here, he'll die a happy man.

“You’re drippin’, babe. And I haven’t even done anything yet? Shit, I love this pussy.”

He ruts the mattress while he’s doing it. No shame. Your pleasure is his pleasure, you are his top priority, because nothing will make him feel better than the fact that he has done his job successfully, or as he likes to say, "Jackpot!"

NEXT LEVEL: Pussy drunk and proud about it, will shout it off rooftops.

Dante absolutely, with no hesitation, makes you sit on his face. Grabs your ass and keeps you there, seated nicely on your throne. You know how it goes—two plus two, he is going to undress you, then go three in three, you are going to undress him. Four in four, you are going to freak some more. He says Jackpot when he hits the spot that will 100% guarantee an orgasm…Yeah, he won for life.

PLAYER NAME: VERGIL PUSSY DRUNK LEVEL: 90 TITLE RANK: THE STORM DIRTY SECRET: He acts like he’s in control, but when he’s down there? He’s gone.

Vergil doesn’t rush to eat you out. But when he does, it’s quiet, intense, and deliberate. He spreads you open with those gloves and examines you first like a rare artifact, then devours you with the focus of a warrior.

His tongue is slow and deep, keeping his eyes locked on your facial expression. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t moan, or make a sound. You are the one who wanted to play with the devil; might as well follow the game rules. As they say, the devil may work hard, but Vergil works harder.

But the second you moan? He groans into you, stops just for one millisecond to take a deep breath and regain his composure. Still, the man is a control freak; give him a second or not, it doesn't matter since you don’t know how to count right now anyway.

“Be still,” he murmurs, gripping your thighs. And no matter how fast your head spun, you knew you would most likely have his fingerprints on you—as a reminder, a rule, a command, of what your role is. “You will come when I allow it.”

And he forces you to hold eye contact if he’s angled right. You’ll be crying, blinking, and averting your gaze, and he’ll whisper, “You’re not done yet.” You're far from done...Ah, he and his orgasm denial kink are taking over once again. Great, this is just what you needed at this moment. You looked at him with those pitiful and shocked eyes, expecting at least a little mercy. Don't worry, you'll get compensation as long as you can endure what’s coming next, and you better hope it’s going to be you.

NEXT LEVEL: Pussy drunk while he’s feral in silence.

Vergil enjoys this a little too much because it gives him power, and seeing you fall apart from just his mouth, feeds every possessive urge in him to ruin you. He is literally synonymous with "Actions speak louder than words" and proves it every damn time. Doesn't want to admit it, and he absolutely never will, only over his dead body, but when you moan his name and desire more than you can bear, it provides an inner satisfaction to him. But he knows your limits... sometimes.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Dante’s devil trigger would squish you into the bed, no mercy for you at all, his wings are out spread and practically drooping off of the bed that suddenly seems too small for him now in this form. Still somehow able to snore in his devil trigger, deep and loud and right in your fucking ears. He’s a hogger of the bed, so don’t be surprised if you’re left to sleep on a tiny bit of bad half the time, wondering how you got here with your boyfriend seemingly stuck in his devil trigger for the night.

Vergil’s devil trigger will cuddle you, much to Vergil’s dismay as he thought he was over these sorts of human feelings, yet his devil trigger tends to express what he will not. So don’t be surprised if his tail is tangled with your legs and his arms and legs caged the rest of you to him. He will also nuzzle you in his devil trigger form, wanting to be as close as possible as his wings provided you with protection from those he feared would take you from him. His safe haven.

Nero’s devil trigger will just cocoon you into his wings protectively as you stayed glided to his chest, all the while his clawed hands carefully caressed your back in hopes of helping you drift off to sleep faster. Very human like in comparison to his dad and uncle, but he does purr in your ear out of habit, but it’s soft and isn’t nearly as audible as Dante’s, more like soft puffs of air being blown in your direction. He’s carful with his placement of his head so he doesn’t accidentally hurt you with his horns.

[shiraishi-mitsuki]

「四位已等候多时，那么你的选择是？」

The theme agreed with my friends this time is "Dating"So, choose the man you love to spend time with you ~

Actually, today is my birthday. Maybe I can get a "Happy Birthday"？🥺🌹

[animelovelover123]

I SWEAR you have done this idea before, but I can't find it, so I'm assuming I dreamed it up or read it on someone else's blog ����. But what would the DMC boys reactions be to reader squirting for the first time? I can imagine some would be cocky about it/extremely turned on by it, etc. It would be exciting to see your POV on them. Thank you for your amazing work! 🥰

Nope, never done this idea but I like it! Here you go, hope you enjoy making a mess with our demon hunting boys ;)

You Squirting On The DMC Boys

Dante

Dante is a messy lover. He likes clothes ripped off and thrown around the room; lipstick marks on his neck, abs, chest, hell even smudged over his lips; hair tousled crazily; making out so rough and sloppy that your lips are left glistening and connected by a string of saliva; and he prefers cumming ON you rather than in you.

The first time he makes you orgasm he is going down on you, because, of course, he wants to start this stage of your relationship by servicing you.

You get him in the face, much of the liquid going right into his mouth. There is a pause of shock then he suddenly sits up, now 2 kinds of your liquids dripping down from his grinning lips.

“Holly hell baby, do that again.” He flattens his hand and starts aggressively rubbing your clit, trying to force you into a back-to-back orgasm. He’ll even shove a couple fingers in you if he thinks it will help. “Come on, you can do it, baby girl, give me another, please, I need it.”

He already loved you, but finding out you squirt, he is going to get obsessed.

He loves it. The wet patches you leave on the bedsheets, his clothes, or whatever surface you two are fucking on is hot as hell and often has him getting excited for a round 2.

And even when you two are finished, he likes cuddling up against you and dragging his finger through the mess you made, drawing shapes and letters on you. Sometimes it was just to relax, other times it was to try to get you in the mood for yet another round, and occasionally…

“I…” Dante said as he drew the letter I on your tummy with the remnants of your squirt. “heart… U.”

Dante is a mess and we love him despite (or maybe for) it. I did not initially plan for it to get corny at the end there but I think that is also another reason many of us love him.

Reboot Dante

This man has had so much casual sex with so many people that he is unfazed when you squirt on him, he doesn’t act surprised at all.

He will tease you, call you “dirty” or maybe “slut” affectionately.

“I got you squirting already? Just wait till I have you screaming.”

He has no plan to stop, capturing your lips before you can respond properly, biting them a bit, and keeps pounding into you.

If he sees that you are legitimately embarrassed by it though, he’ll reassure you.

“Don’t worry babe,” Dante says as he wipes his hands off on the sheets below you. “I’ve had a lot worse things come out of people.”

His chill reaction continues all future times you have sex, though he does tease you both inside and outside of the bedroom. The amount of drooling and waterfall jokes you have to cover up and reprimand him for is insurmountable.

“Oof, you really gotta elbow me, babe?” He chuckles. “I guess I deserve it though. As payback, you wanna waterboard me with that cute little pussy of yours later?”

Perverted Reboot Dante has probably been squirted on many times, this man knows his way around watersports. But that also means I don’t have much to write about.

Vergil

When you squirt for the first time around him, Vergil devil triggers. He turns back quickly out of concern that the change in his body would frighten you or cause you pain for your first time together, but the strain of trying to keep his demon side from coming out is so heavy that he can’t finish.

That liquid was seeped in your scent, your pheromones. And you just sprayed it all over him and the bed like perfume.

He has to make an excuse, clean up quickly, and rush out of the room lest he ravages you.

When you are more accustomed to sex with him and he has more self-control he will let loose all of his animalistic lust but not yet, he did not want to hurt you or scare you away.

He will not explain this unless you press him and/or seem really hurt that he ran off after your first time together.

He does much training, both with and without you, and does get himself under control, though he and his sexual preferences are forever changed.

Now he’ll catch your squirt with some piece of his discarded clothing, claiming it is just to stop you from making too big of a mess. And besides, he cleans his clothes after every time you two have sex.

That is all true, but what he doesn’t say is that even after cleaning his clothes, when he wears them his demon senses can still pick up on the scent, on YOUR scent.

I was this fricken’ close to making him a pantie sniffer, I swear to god!

Reboot Vergil

Even though he likes to portray a prim, proper, clean, in-control aura, making a mess of you turned him on like nothing else.

Before he found out that you squirted, he would get his fix by suddenly pulling you somewhere private, pushing you up against a wall, and aggressively kissing and groping you. And just as you are beginning to process what was happening and get into the mood, he would suddenly pull away and remind you that you have things to do. He would then just watch you reeling, and if he was feeling extra cruel, he would drag you back out into the public space he had stolen you from and watch as you try to come to your senses and act natural.

Now he had something better though. Now he would wait until you were done getting all dolled up and ready for going out or to a house party then strike.

While assuring you that you had plenty of time, Vergil would shove his gloved hand down your panties and start playing with you, cranking up the intensity quickly to get you to that powerful release as soon as possible.

He did not need to be touched as he got plenty of satisfaction from seeing you standing there like a fawn trying to keep your balance with liquid dripping from your core and sliding down your legs. He’ll even avoid helping to support your weight so he can watch you struggle. He will help eventually though so he can link arms with you and use that as a shackle.

“Alright dear, it is time for us to welcome our guests/head out. What’s that? Oh, unfortunately, we simply do not have any time to waste. I’m sure no one will notice, now let's go.”

Reboot Vergil is a smart, tricky lover and a big ol’ bully.

Nero

Despite trying to act cool, confident, and mature, Nero is a virgin. And with where he grew up and the religiousness of his adoptive family, he was not given a sex education past “don’t do it before marriage” and what little he could learn for himself, which was practically nothing. So the first time you squirt on him he freezes mid-thrust in shock and confusion.

“Did you just piss on me?”

When you tell him what it is or he researches it, he feels stupid but at least knows how to approach things from now on.

He takes the time to lay out towels and clean you up after. That is unless you two get too hot and heavy outside of your home and end up fucking in the van or something. Even then though, Nero makes sure to clean up for your comfort and everyone else’s.

Usually he sees it as just a natural process of making love to you, though he does amusingly point out when you “make a good shot” and “launched it far”.

With his relationship with Kyrie, I see Nero as being quite the gentleman to his lover and her natural body functions, though dense at first. He is a good boy though.

V

V finds sex artistic in a way, and when he is in the midst of pleasure he finds it even more so.

When you first squirt on his hand, as he prefers to finger you before taking you completely, he is pleasantly surprised.

He wants to spread it around, utterly cover your crotch, inner thighs, and lower stomach with it. It makes you shine, glisten, just like when he kisses you enough to leave your lips a bit swollen and shimmering with saliva.

After fingering you and you are recovering, preparing for the true event, V grinds his body against yours in a kind of Nuru massage. Sliding his cock, now covered in your juices, along your drenched folds or, if your core is too sensitive right now, against your legs and stomach or between your closed thighs had him trembling and moaning just as hard as if your hand was wrapped around his member

And once he has pulled out of you and his seed is dripping out of you, the white mixes with the clear, creating a pearlescent liquid that V wants to paint with.

Not exactly what I intended but the vibe is there.

[vngful]

[raindear-a]

So rude😤

[neros-left-pec]

GAMING WITH THE DMC MEN

🌷 pairings: dmc men x fem!reader 🌷 warnings/tags: just fluff + probably OOC 🌷 author's note: i have really bad dmc brainrot but ive never even played the games (don't ask how this happened) LOL. i kinda see these as crack hcs since im not actually familiar with their canon personalities but i hope u can enjoy it regardless!

DANTE SPARDA

always picks the worst/unhinged dialogue options bc he wants to see what happens

starts laughing if it ends up with people getting mad at each other, bonus points if they start fighting for real

"Ooooh no, he didn't like that! OH SHIT, HE PUNCHED HIM! GET HIM!!"

refers to every protagonist as dude, regardless of gender or species

adores mariokart. gets waaaay into the motion controls and nearly destroys the living room coffee table

sits behind you while you play and narrates everything to piss you off. makes a big deal when you mess up to tease you

"In a world... where she messes up every single quick-time-event-"

absolutely cracked at rhythm games, just dance is his SHIT. also really enjoys osu!

loves playing coop with you and distracting u with tickles or kisses till you get mad

he loooooooooooooooooooooooves making you mad bro is a master at ragebait

VERGIL SPARDA

he says games are a waste of time, but once he finds one he likes he will memorize every mechanic almost instantly.

huge fan of strategic games. his favorites are fire emblem, civ and mahjong. mahjong counts right?

loves playing mahjong online with other losers and beating them. however is sooo annoyed at all the fan service in mahjong games. he likes playing riichi city but had to turn on the family friendly setting and only plays with the default character.

hates RNG. avoids gachas like they are the plague

you normally game in the living room while he sits next to you reading a book. if you start to get emotional over the story, he will arch an eyebrow. he ever so slightly leans into you to comfort you

you definitely notice and give him a pointed look. he sees you staring, but keeps his eyes focused on the book. but damn him, you can see a little smirk form in the corner of his mouth

pretends like he isnt paying attention but definitely is. gets invested if the story is really good

makes a surprisingly good partner in coop games. he'll act annoyed but will carry you anyway lol

teaches you how to play mahjong so you both can play

you love it when he explains things to you

whenever he catches you staring lovingly when he explains the rules to you, he blushes a tad and his eyebrows kinda raise in surprise. but its sooooooooooo subtle.

he catches himself pretty quick but you dont miss it hehe

NERO SPARDA

loves horror games but jumps at EVERYTHINGGGG LOL ITS SO CUTE

screams like a bitch honestly

gets weirdly competitive about mario kart. he will not hesitate to obliterate you with blue shells but he'll give you lots of smooches after to make up for it

always wants to name his character something stupid.

"I'm calling him Boob lord" (he would name a pokemon this)

teases you if you get flustered over flirty game characters

"Is your face red?? Oh my god, it is, are you serious? You're gonna fall for that? It's so corny!"

thinks he can do better hehe gets a bit jellyyyy

loves couch coop. will sit way too close and will flick u in the forehead if you cause him to lose

"No you forgot the- oh my god, fine, I'll get it!"

[strawberrieslovethere]

I kept laughing about this, so I had to make it lol

[storytellering]

Spartober, day 3 - Threesome

[xo2dee]

I’m curious! Where do you think Dante, Vergil and Nero would live to leave hickeys on their s/o (if they do?) ?

i love when yall send freaky asks,,,

dante isn't the type to really "claim" i believe, so if any hickeys are on your body its likely because he got carried away with it and didn't realize what he was doing until later, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't boast about them afterwards either. that being said dante would leave his hickeys on your inner thighs and hip bones, places he only sees and places he can go back to later.

vergil, however, is the type to lay "claim" (he literally engraves V's onto his belongings, what do we expect), and if there's any way he can let someone know he's been around you and, on your body, he'll do it. vergil would leave hickeys anywhere he can get on your neck and collarbone, places that are easily seen to the eye and hard to cover up, and any place he can easily glance at as a reminder of where he's been.

nero, on the other hand, i feel is like dante - doesn't lay "claim" but also gets a little carried away in the heat of the moment, but that doesn't mean nero isn't fond of marking you, he's just shy when it comes to romance and wouldn't want to hear anyone's mouths if there was a visible hickey on you. nero would keep them discreet and place them atop your breasts and perhaps a few on your inner thighs as well, places only he sees and more than likely places he stays in the heat of the moment.

[ashlinxsloves]

Ahhh I need Dante and reader babysitting Nero so bad!🥹🫠

A/N: Oh my god, anon, yes!!! I've had some ideas on this for a while and would love to share some of my ideas! Especially with baby Nero hsjshssksh, I imagine young Nero being left in Vergil's care in this one, rather than him being abandoned in an orphanage in Fortuna– try to bear with me with this one since I love, love, LOVE domestic/slice of life Dante fics. Also, this has a lot of inspiration from all those Vergil & baby Nero fanarts– no deadbeat father here SSHSISHSJSH. A bit of friends to lovers in this one 🤭 ENJOY!! Also a bit suggestive in some parts, I couldn't help myself– this is Dante.

"Yeah, yeah, we know, Verge, no sugar for this little shit after 8.." "Dante, don't call him that, he's your nephew."

Dante and you were in charge of Nero for the weekend, Vergil having had 'business' to attend to somewhere out of the city and needed someone to take care of his son. He didn't really trust his younger brother to take care of Nero, but you were around, so he didn't think it'd be the worst to put him in your care.

You were one of Dante's closest friends, working in the shop as his presumed assistant and secretary. You didn't mind doing the paperwork as long as you got paid in some sort of way (which was mostly dinner rather than money).

Taking care of Nero was pretty easy, considering how Dante was twins with Vergil, so to a level, they looked alike. The kid was affectionate, and you were pretty good with children.

During the day, you and Dante decided to take Nero to the playground not too far from Devil May Cry and took him out for ice cream. You watched as Dante carried Nero on his shoulders and sometimes held him upside down, making Nero laugh.

"You'll dislocate his hip– Dante-!" "Nahh, he'll be fine, he's a Sparda!"

In the late afternoon, you went to buy some groceries, and some older people mistook Dante and you for a couple.

"Oh, what a sweet family you are.. how old is your son?" "Oh– er, uhm.."

It's mostly awkward on your end, but Dante didn't seem to mind and looked like he liked entertaining the situation.

"Oh, he's four." "That's so cute, he looks just like his dad.." "Oh, yeah, haha, he's a carbon copy of me, but he got his sweet personality from his mom– ow- babe!" "Dante, shut up.."

After the seemingly awkward grocery run, you made dinner for Dante and Nero, your mind occupied with the whole situation from the market.

How was Dante acting like it was normal between you? How was he so.. comfortable with it? Shaking the thoughts away, you focused on preparing your dinner before serving it to them.

When it got late, you decided to start getting ready to head out and back home before Nero tugged on your pant leg whilst looking up.

"Are you leaving?" "Oh– uhm, yeah, Nero.. but I'll be back tomorrow–" "Can you please stay? Uncle Donte and me want you to stay.. pretty please, miss Auntie?"

He gave you a small pout and those puppy dog eyes, making you chew on the inside of your cheek before looking at Dante who was leaning against his desk, a knowing grin on his face. You were weak. You couldn't just say no to the kid when he was making such an expression.

"Look at him.. isn't he adorable? Come on, doll, stay. Not like you haven't slept over before." "Dante, I had clothes with me, and I won't be sleeping in jeans–" "I can give you one of my shirts.. it's no big deal. Come on, you can't just say no to that face, can you?"

You decided to finally relent after a few minutes, gently shaking your head as you smiled when Nero beamed at your approval of staying for the night.

"Yayy!! Sleepover with Miss Auntie and Uncle Donte!"

Dante handed you one of his T-shirts, letting you get changed in his room before entering. The shirt ended at your mid-thigh, slightly pulling it down since you didn't have anything else underneath except for your underwear. His jaw went slack at the sight before closing his mouth, clearing his throat and looking away.

"I'll, uh.. I'll give you some sweatpants, give me a sec." "Don't you have any shorts or something? It's too hot for sweats." "Nope. Don't have any."

Obviously, he was lying, he did have some shorts somewhere, but you didn't need to know that. He was gonna take every chance to look at you like this. In his shirt. Smelling like him. It was messing with his head, and he couldn't do anything about it as he helped you get Nero ready for bed.

While you were reading a story to Nero after bathing him, Dante was in his room getting changed into some sleep pants and leaving himself shirtless. He went downstairs after a bit, seeing you in the kitchen, brewing some tea.

"The kid fell asleep?" "Mhm.. it wasn't too hard since you practically exhausted him in the park earlier while playing pirates."

You turned to face him, and saw how he stood there, leaning by the doorframe. Your eyes couldn't help but trail from his face to his chest down to his abs and happy trail–

Nope. You mentally slapped yourself, your brain reminding you that this was Dante. The goofy, stupid, smooth-talker Dante. You were NOT going to ogle your closest friend, whom, for the record, did not see in such a way before now.

"Mind if I sit around here with you?" "What? Yeah, of course, why would I not want you to?" "Eh.. I don't know."

Dante sounded... awkward. He was never awkward. And if you were being honest with yourself? It was a little cute. You poured the hot water into a mug, brewing the tea before throwing away the tea bag.

After you drank your tea, the two of you decided to head upstairs, your body instinctively heading towards the guestroom, only to see that it was filled with random shit and boxes.

"Oh, uh, yeah... I kind of turned the guestroom into a storage space. You can sleep in my room, I'll just sleep on the couch or something.."

You shook your head, your mouth opening before even thinking of your response and offered him to sleep in his room with you. His eyes went wide for a brief second before a familiar grin formed on his face.

"Oh, yeah? You wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with me?" "Shut up, it's not like that.. your couch is uncomfortable and– and I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable or something.." "Mmhmmm, sure."

Dante seemed cocky on the outside, but he was practically imploding. There was no way you just offered that. But he wasn't going to complain. Not in a million years.

After giving you a spare toothbrush, Dante and you got ready for bed. The two of you brushing your teeth next to each other in one bathroom shouldn't have made you feel anything, but the stupid fluttering in your stomach wouldn't stop.

Dante couldn't help but glance at you every few seconds, quietly admiring how you just.. fit in. In his life. In his home. He couldn't help but just feel something, even after years of just being friendly with each other.

The bed was spacious enough for two people, surprisingly. You lay down on the further end on the left side of the bed before Dante let out a soft scoff, making you turn your head towards him.

"What?" "You're literally going to fall off the bed. Do I stink that much that you don't want to be close to me? That hurts my feelings, doll." "Oh, shut up.."

You grumbled, deciding to scooch a tiny bit closer to him under the comforter. The bed was more comfortable than you thought.

Silence filled the room for a couple of moments before Dante decided to speak up at the same time as you.

"So, uh–" "The grocery thing–"

The both of you laugh softly, Dante has decided to stay quiet and let you start. He was curious about what you wanted to say, and he could wait for what he wanted to tell you.

"I, well– you seemed really comfortable telling that elderly lady about, uh, you know.." "Hmm? What? The couple thing? I was just playing along, you know.. not make things awkward." "Ah–"

Your lips thinned, Dante noticing how you seemed to tense up before he immediately corrected himself and spoke up again.

"Don't get me wrong–! I, uh, God, I can't believe I'm going to say this in such a stupid way."

He groaned, rubbing his face with his hand while chuckling awkwardly. Dante avoided your gaze, a subtle hint of a blush creeping to his ears.

"I've.. I kinda liked you. For a while now– well, more than a while. I was just too much of a pussy to admit it until now, and us being friends 'n all.."

Silence followed his confession like a weighted blanket, his eyes darting around the room before finally looking at you.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You racked your brain, trying to remember every possible interaction that might've hinted anything about Dante's feelings, a few of them dawning on you.

"I suck at this, I know– I'm sorry, if I made it awkward, just– just forget about it, haha–" "Dante, I like you too." "What."

Dante, taken aback by your reply, almost got whiplash from how fast he whipped his head to look at you. It was his turn to be surprised, his brain buffering before he let out a laugh.

"You're serious, right? You're not pulling my leg on this?" "Dante, no, why would I joke about-"

He cut you off before you could say anything else, his heart not being able to wait any longer as he crashed his lips onto yours. Dante was surprisingly gentle, not pushing himself onto you as he tilted your head a bit so he could delve into the kiss a bit more, his hand finding itself on the back of your head.

Pulling away from the kiss, Dante rested his forehead against yours with a small flush on his cheeks.

"Sorry.. I just really wanted to do that."

The two of you got woken up by Nero the next morning, the young boy climbing over the bed and gently patting Dante's head that was buried in your shoulder, while your leg was draped over his hip.

"Uncle Donte! Get off, Miss Auntie-!" "Mmmm.. how about no?"

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DEVIL MAY CRY — FINISHING TOUCHES EDITION

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dmc men x fem!reader (separate)

your body is a blank canvas, and he is the artist. every stroke, every gasp, every drop left behind is a signature.

NOW LOADING... where he finishes, how he claims you, why you’ll never forget it. BREEDING LEVEL: LEGENDARY.

NERO MESSIER THAN HE MEANT TO BE SPARDA REVVED TOO HARD INSIDE, ON YOUR STOMACH

You’re on your stomach, ass up, face buried in the sheets, and Nero’s trying so hard to be quiet. He’s panting against your spine, trying not to lose it as your body rocks with every sloppy, desperate thrust. His metal arm clutches your waist, keeping you right where he wants you… No, where he needs you.

“F-fuck—you feel so good,” he grits, voice cracking, cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “I swear to god, baby, you’re gonna kill me like this…”

You moan his name—soft, ruined. He chokes. Actually chokes on air, and then you say it. You say the words that ruin him. “Inside. Nero… please. I want it.”

Everything stops, because shut up he is trying so hard not to cum.

He pulls back just enough to stare down at you, wide-eyed, pupils blown. His mouth parts like he wants to say something, but all that comes out is a strangled noise. His next thrust hits deep, harder than before, as if your plea just flipped a switch in him because it did.

“Shit—fuck, baby—are you sure?” he gasps, voice wrecked. “You say shit like that and I’m gonna fucking devil trigger, I swear to god…”

You nod, reaching back to grab at him, begging with your body now too. He groans. Loud. Desperate. He can’t hold back, and with one more thrust, he’s gone.

Nero cums with a growl, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulses inside you. His body curls over yours, trembling with the force of it, one hand fisting in your hair, the other braced against your lower back as he fills you full—hot, thick, way too much.

“Ah, goddamn it,” he whines into your neck, lips brushing your ear. “You’re so good—so fucking perfect…shit, I didn’t mean to, but I wanted to…”

He stays there, cock twitching with your cunt fluttering around him, milking every drop. When he finally pulls out, he watches it leak from you and his eyes go wide, reverent, wrecked. He exhales a curse, dragging a hand down his face.

“…I’m gonna be broke from buying Plan B.”

You hum, still hazy, a teasing lilt to your voice. “Then stop doing it.” He glares. Blushes. Cums again in his fucking mind.

“You’re the worst,” he mutters, reaching for a towel, then staring at the mess on your thighs instead.

...But he doesn’t clean it up. Because just then you slowly roll onto your back aching, dripping, and stretch like a goddamn goddess. Your stomach’s already smeared with him, slick between your thighs, glowing in the low light. And Nero loses it again.

“Oh—oh fuck,” he gasps, jerking forward like a man possessed. His cock, still hard, twitches at the sight. “I—I can’t—”

He fists himself, frantic, not even trying to hold back. He finishes all over your stomach and tits with a hoarse cry, hips stuttering, ropes of cum painting you again like it’s instinct, unholy thought filling his head.

“I’ll do it again,” he pants. “As many times as you let me.”

DANTE UNHINGED IN THE HOTTEST WAY SPARDA HITTING THE JACKPOT INSIDE, ON YOUR TITS OR ASS

Dante’s not just fucking you—he’s painting you. A masterpiece of moans, soreness, and his cum exactly where he wants it. His favorite spot? Depends on how feral he's feeling.

When he finishes inside, it’s deep and messy, punctuated by rough groans and his hips twitching as he empties himself into you. But Dante’s an exhibitionist with no one to impress but you. So sometimes, just to prove a point, he pulls out last second and strokes himself, watching your tits bounce or your ass jiggle beneath him and whistles at the sight of you looking like a fertility goddess. A second later he covers your body with thick ropes of cum while grinning like the devil himself.

"Gonna need a round two just to clean it up.”

He wants you to feel it drip, see it pool on your belly, or drip down your thighs. To him, you’re not just his partner, you are art itself, and he makes the finishing touches.

On the occasions when he finishes inside you (which is every time), he’s nested deep. Not just emotional damage deep, you swear you can feel his dick reaching your throat: thick, throbbing, filling every inch to perfection. His hips grind slowly, then a little faster, and your legs are shaking from how long he’s kept you right on the edge. You already had your orgasms. What is taking him so long?

“Shit… you feel too good, baby,” he mutters, burring his head in the crock of your neck, his breath hot and ragged as he leaves a soft kiss there. “So tight, like you were made for me, yeah?”

Then he sinks in fully with one final thrust, and you feel the twitch. The hot warmth of him spilling inside, not pulling—even worse, he is not even trying to, because he loves this level of closeness and intimacy. Body to body, soul to soul.

Your body clamps down involuntarily, and you whimper at the sheer fullness and the way it stretches you, the way you swear you feel it in your belly. He chuckles, sinfully and proudly reaches down, pressing a hand flat to your lower abdomen.

“Well, look at that,” he pants, eyes glazed with lust and something a little unhinged. “All mine, sweetheart. You are so beautiful when you are full of me.”

You shiver beneath him, dazed, needy, a little too into it. Your breath catches at the pressure blooming inside, the slick, hot mess. He pulls out slow, and when your hips jerk, his cum leaks out in thick white drips.

“Now you really look divine,” he murmurs, thumbing it back in like he can’t help himself. “Shit, I’ll grab Plan B in the morning, I swear. Just...let me enjoy this one, alright?”

You nod, voice lost somewhere between a sigh and a whimper. Right now, you don't have the mental capacity to respond or to think about anything other than him.

And the worst part is that you secretly love it. Love the way he fucks you like he’s claiming you for the very first time. Love the way he shows just how much he loves you. Love the way you already want more.

VERGIL TAKE EVERYTHING I OFFER SPARDA THE APROACHING STORM INSIDE, ON YOUR THIGHS

He always finishes inside. Always. You won't catch this man slacking or not doing anything the way it's supposed to.

There’s something empowering about the way he holds you when he’s close—one hand gripping your thigh to keep you from moving so much, the other hand cradling your throat, not tight, just enough for you to feel how fragile you are under him. His face is buried in your neck, breath cold despite the furious way his hips grind into yours.

“You will take it,” he murmurs, voice low, trembling with control, with hunger. “Do you understand?” You nod, too far gone to speak, thighs trembling from the pressure building with every thrust. You can feel it—his restraint snapping thread by thread, unraveling.

And then it hits, like a silent storm that no one knew would come. As an unexpected surprise that was more than pleasant.

He sinks in with a final, bruising thrust and stills. You feel the hot, pulsing rush of his release flood you, thick and deliberate, marking you. He groans low in his throat—a rare, vulnerable sound—as his jaw clenches against your shoulder. You clutch at his back, panting, moaning, full in the deepest, most primal sense.

He doesn’t pull out, never does.

He stays inside you, hips pressed flush, as if trying to carve the shape of himself into your womb. You shift under him, overstimulated, but his hand presses your hip still.

“You feel that?” he breathes against your ear. “Mine.”

When Vergil finishes inside you, it’s not just sex, it’s a silent promise to keep the connection between two souls sacred. He doesn’t moan or curse, just breathes out your name like a command, like a claim, because he has control over you, but you are also his weakness.

Each time, his eyes go half-lidded, that stoic expression crossing his face, like he’s giving you something sacred that will break any minute, something he shouldn’t even think about. He’s breaking a rule he made for himself, and when his cum leaks out of you, hot and heavy, he only watches it, lips twitching faintly. “Waste nothing.”

But on the rare occasions he doesn’t finish inside you, when he has to pull out, because you’re sore or overstimulated or too full already; he’ll wrap a hand around himself at the last second and cum over your thighs, groaning through gritted teeth. Something about the way it drips down your skin drives him feral. His breath hitches, drunken on the sight of the mess both of you created.

There’s awe in him when he sees you like that—ruined, shivering, legs sticky with him. “Look at you,” he mutters, voice caught between worship and mockery, typical Vergil. “Greedy little thing. Always asking for more... and yet you can barely take it.”

The words aren’t cruel, not really. They come wrapped in quiet praise, veiled affection, something soft only you ever get from him. He leans down, mouth brushing your temple. And then stares at you like he always does, in a whisper so raw it almost doesn’t sound like him:

“I love it.” A pause. “I love you.”

Yeah, you have this man wrapped around your finger … or inside you.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Vergil: GIVE ME IT!

Dante: NO, YOU'VE GOT YOUR OWN!

Vergil: WELL I WANT YOURS TOO, NOW HAND IT OVER!

Dante: NO, FUCK OFF!

you: what the fuck are they fighting about now?

nero: found some really cool devil arms on a mission recently, both can do quite the damange but for some reason my dad thinks Dante has the better devil arm and wants it.

you: but Dante's being stubborn and wont give up his devil arm, which is why they're playing tug of war.

nero: couldn't have summerised it myself.

you:... wanna make bets on who'd win? mines on Vergil via stabbing.

nero: oh absolutely i do. mines on Dante.

*Dante gets stabbed*

nero: *sighs and hands you money* god damn it Dante.

you: you spoke too soon but i won so it evens out. *walks away*

nero: HOW?