#dmc Vitale

[lexiene]

Fragile....they're fragile 😔💓

[maroji-draws]

What do u mean thats not how it went

Two little bitches

[nico-drives-badly]

Based on a mini-convo me and @graphic-mistake had on Discord

[ransprang]

Can I please request DMC boys V and physical touch hcs with gn!reader? SFW and/or NSFW is fine. Thank you! 💖 🍰

Heyyy I wrote some for the rest of the boys here!!

N/SFW and SFW Headcanons for V:

V is a gentle and mysterious soul, and his touch reflects that nature.

He often brushes his fingers through your hair, his touch feather-light and calming, soothing any worries or anxieties you may have.

V enjoys holding your hand, his grip delicate yet comforting, as if he draws strength from your presence.

When you're sitting together, he occasionally rests his head on your shoulder, seeking solace and a connection to the world.

V appreciates the power of touch in healing, so he's always ready to give you a warm and comforting hug when you need it most.

He often leaves lingering touches on your skin, tracing patterns with his fingertips, a silent expression of his affection.

V is gentle and passionate, his touch a mixture of tenderness and longing.

His hands roam your body with purpose, exploring every inch as if discovering a treasure.

V takes his time with caresses, his fingers tracing slow, sensual patterns on your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

He's a master of sensual massages, using his fingers and palms to create a symphony of pleasure, his touch leaving you in a state of bliss.

V's kisses are slow and languid, his lips savoring every moment, igniting a fire deep within you.

Afterward, he holds you close, his touch gentle and protective, his whispered words of affection filling the air.

Your Stick,

Admin Sav

[yamatos-song]

Crappy edits I made for my Polish DMC modern AU. I need Nero's cosplay to recreate this.

[sallot]

[rickylovesv]

some more V sketches i'll colour at some point :3

[valentines-wolf]

Dadgil with Nero this, Dadgil with Nero that. Why stop with Nero? Why not have him emotionally adopt Nico? Why not have him have a fucked up relationship with reborn V where V is his emotional guide but Vergil treats him like a son anyways?

My Dadgil is that tiktok sound "Okay I'll get just one, its not that expensive. Well obviously I have to get him a friend. But what if they get tired of eachother, I'll get a third. Okay might as well get the full set."

[icedlava1]

V sketches i did

[oflosechesters]

Stop hating yourself and think of ways to get stronger and actually help. If Dante loses — you’re all that can defeat Urizen. ↳ DEVIL MAY CRY V  /  PROLOGUE

[maroji-draws]

It's a poetic name isn't it

I hate myself for this pun LMFAOOO

[nico-drives-badly]

V: Nero, I owe you my life.

Nero: No thanks, I’ve seen your life and I’m not impressed.

[ransprang]

Hi! Since you're asking for request i have a nsfw for you. Dante has a crush on the small seamstress who repair his trenchcoats. She's gonna make him a new one (maybe the one of DMC5?) so she gonna take him the new measurements and maybe Dante having her so close he decide to go wild and release all his sexual frustations?

Okay so this was revealed to me in a dream! Enjoy

Dante x F!reader (N/SFW in the trenches of love)

- descriptions of BJ

Dante made a routine visit to his local seamstress after a battle as usual. He particularly liked going there as he enjoyed the company and sight of the special y/n. She was known for her sewing far and wide but more than that Dante got flutters in his stomach and urges he would rather not share with anyone. This felt less of a chore and more of a break to him after a fight.

As Dante reached y/n's boutique he felt a bit nervous, but carried on regardless. He stepped into the shop looking for her, with a smirk on his face. He was up to no good today, Dante was feeling a little naughty. Y/n returned Dante the banter he brought with him, she countered his flirtatious attitude while keeping a modest distance due to her shy nature.

"Y/n you know what time of the month it is, and its not what you think!" he finger gunned and earned a raised eyebrow from the disappointed seamstress. "Dante, looks like you've outgrown good humor and perhaps your measurements too, now stand there so I can measure you." He rolled his eyes with a smile and stood before the woman, she was shorter than him. y/n's head came up to the base of his neck so she had to look up to maintain eye contact while he looked down. He could've almost kissed that forehead Dante thought to himself. He just gave her an awkward giggle as she maintained a ever so smiley face which she kept whenever Dante was around.

Y/n took out her measuring tape and started going around his shoulders. wrote something in her notepad, then she measured his chest and did the same. Then she measured his waist "still cinched...", Dante laughed and rubbed the back of his head embarrassed. He was feeling urges of letting his intrusive thoughts win but he was holding back his tongue as to not embarrass himself further after his entrance joke.

Y/n finally got on her knees and wrapped her measurement tape around his hips and was getting the reading near his zipper when suddenly she heard "suck it". y/n raised her eyebrows in shock, losing her smile to gasp and look up. Dante was looking down biting his lower lip. His expression showing a tad bit of disappointment that he actually said that, mixed with clear restraint. Dante subconsciously took his hand and placed it at the back of y/n's head and whispered again "suck it" with more conviction. He knew the situation was too far gone after the first time he said it so he decided to commit.

Y/n was struck with confusion but she didn't want to say no. Her hands let loose of the measuring tape and let it slip as her hands slid to the sides of his pants. After a moment of silence, Dante was losing his patience and his hard on was pushing against his zipper, so close to her mouth. He used his free hand to slowly unzip his pants and pulled down his trousers. Y/n looked at his dick, its pink tip touching the tip of her nose. She could feel a churning feeling in her heart, heart beating fast and mouth salivating. Y/n breathed heavily looking up into his ocean blue orbs. She slowly moved her soft lips and wrapped them around his member and slowly started moving back and forth with the aid of his hand hold back her hair in a pony.

Dante let out a sigh of relief and threw his head back, closing his eyes. "Aaah" he released as he increased the pace of y/n's head bopping by pushing her head. She gagged, increasing the grip against the sides of his hips. It was long since Dante felt the pleasure of having a woman's lips on his cock and especially a woman he actually liked. As he grew closer to climax he gritted his teeth and tensed his stomach as he groaned. He thrust faster into y/n's mouth as she choked and her saliva dripped down her chin. He made one last thrust pushing her head hard towards the base of his dick and counter thrusting as far as he could down her throat. She felt warm jizz slide down her throat as he closed his eyes tightly breathing relief through his mouth.

Y/n finally had the strength to push herself away and fall back on her bum on the floor. Dante immediately tucked his semi hard penis inside his pants, forgetting to unzip his pants. He dropped down to sit right next to her. Y/n was looking at him with a small smile as he panicked to grab the nearest fabric laying around in her shop to help clean up the saliva mess. y/n was finally catching her breath and she let out a laugh, Dante saw the lightheartedness and laughed with her and they both just giggled for a bit at the events that just happened. He had his hand around her shoulder give her a strong squeeze "that....was very good y/n, didn't know you had more talents". Y/n had a massive smile on her face "This was my first time", -"What?!!!" he let out a shocked exclaim. Y/n laughed "well yeah, I don't have the time nor any hot men that come around." Dante actually had a concerned and shocked expression, he seemed to be speechless. Y/n got up with the most arrogant smile and corrected her dress, "well Dante get up we still have work to get done." he got up baffled and wide eyed, Dante knew he was so impressed and he would definitely be paying more frequent visits.

Your Saliva,

Admin Sav

[ariseur]

I saw the Dante with an assassin reader...

Vergil or V next plz? :)

And if feeling charitable... Nero?

you rolled your eyes, a groan leaving your lips as you saw a pair of death scissors headed straight for you, the desolate hallway filled with their soft cries. you placed a hand on your hip as you unsheathed your weapon, looking upwards as they swirled around the vicinity.

sighing, you looked out of the nearest window, now open as the shattered glass laid below it from when they had entered the building. the sun glimmered in the horizon as it illuminated the desolate streets of redgrave, qlipoth pollen floating around in the air as it radiated off of stiff deteriorating bodies.

your thoughts were interrupted as you ducked, evading the pair of blades headed for your neck with a gut churning screech. clouds of black flew over your head as you swung your sword at the demon, blade blocked by the sharp shears held in front of what would be its chest.

“do i ever get a—break?” you gritted your teeth at the last word, feet placed stiffly above you so as to not slip while you clashed with the creature. its hollow eyes, or more so eye holes of its mask, was a dark contrast to white of its mask as the whispering came from the pit of its mouth.

you swung your blade, managing to get at least one hit. the only reason you knew your sword pierced the demon was the shriek that followed after, blocking the other creature’s attack as it came from behind. you backed up, watching as the death scissor twins spun around the room in dark, inky swirls.

before you knew it, you were on your back, your own blade pressed up against your neck as you resisted the demon— that is, until a certain jaguar attacks the spirits from behind.

your brows furrowed as the distraction helped you take the upper hand, breaking the pair of blades with a sharp clang as you watched griffon soar above you, his obnoxious cackles drowning out the screeches of the other demons.

and as if on cue, you heard a familiar soft voice echo through the hallway— accompanied by the faint tapping off a cane, “tyger, tyger— burning bright,

“in the forests of the night.”

you looked at shadow, sheathing your weapon as you held your hand out in front of her for familiarity, “what immortal hand or eye,”

when v finally came into view, his dark hair coming into frame first, you watched as he walked into the hallway with a book in hand. jade eyes came to meet yours, lips twitching in a half smile before they moved with his next words,

“could frame thy fearful symmetry?”

“always the dramatic entrance, huh?” you gave him a small breathless laugh.

v chuckled in amusement, almost as if saying this was child play. considering you were an assassin, he was somewhat right. you brushed your pants off, watching as v’s familiars retreated back to him. “i apologize, i was—“

“catching up on some reading, i know—i know.”

walking through the next door, you walked side by side. after that encounter with those death scissors, you thought it wouldn’t be so bad to take your time so you could recover a bit. “thank you,” was all you said.

turning to look at v, he kept his head pointed downwards, smirk still evident on his face as he said, “is that an accolade, i hear?”

“well—“

“amusing how the mercenary is the one who seems to be threatened, this time.”

“okay, now you’re just bragging.”

[wywymilk]

[motivated-breeze]

"The Nefarious Usurper has been... dethroned...?"

more love for urizen honestly, plus im getting the hang of drawing scales and textures, love my giant stupid demon bf too

oh and that tiny emo bf down there too, I love him