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Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Sub!Nero x FemDom!Reader

A/N: GRRRRR RARW BARK AVKR RAAAHHHH BRRRRRR GRRRR BARK BARK

Your eyes flutter open as the early morning sun shines directly in them. Your first instinct was to feel around for your husband, Nero. But you couldn't feel him next to you. You prop yourself up on your elbows and look over to where he usually sleeps. Nothing, it's empty, but the spot is still somewhat warm, meaning its only been a few minutes since he got up.

The smell of bacon and eggs fill your nostrils the immediate moment after. Oh, so that's where he is. You smile to yourself as you get out of bed, grabbing his jacket off the desk chair and putting it on, making your way to the kitchen. You sneak up to the kitchen entrance, surprised at the scene in front of you. Nero was completely naked, except for his dark blue apron and collar, the bells jingling as she moves around to grab condiments and spices, completely oblivious to your presence behind him.

You fiddle with your fingers, biting your bottom lips as you stare at his perfect, plump ass. The way his back muscles would flex when grabbing something from above or next to him. Oh but you also couldn't forget those nice and dark purple hickeys on his shoulders and neck from last night.

You walk up directly behind him, but you don't touch him, you just sit back and admire his body... your body, a body that belongs to you, and will only belong to you.

Nero turns around to grab something from the cupboard above you, but when he fully turns, he gets a fright and physically jumps at your sudden presence. “M- Mistress! What are you doing up? I thought you'd still be asleep.” You ignore him and point to the cupboard above you, telling him to continue with whatever he was doing. He was hesitant, staring at you with confusion and desperation.

You give him a glare that even scared both Dante and Vergil and he continues his actions, grabbing the porcelain plates out and setting them aside, attempting his best to keep his eyes off you, his erection growing underneath your own gaze. He turns back to the pan in the stove, trying his best to keep calm.

Unexpectedly, you walk closer to him, your arms around his hips, one of your hands leaning closer and closer to his aching cock. Nero softly whines and moves his free hand to yours, but you smack it away. “Focus on the food Nero, not on me” you command, your hand rubbing him through his apron. “Bu- but Mistress, you're ma-making it so hard to do that...” Nero whines while slightly arching his back.

You move your hand underneath his apron and push yourself even closer to him, to the point where he was squished in between the kitchen counter and you, making him arching against the table. His cock was practically covered in pre, the consequence of your earlier action. Your hand wraps around his dick, pumping up and down agonizingly slow, causing Nero to whimper and whine for you to properly touch him.

“Please! Ngh~ Mistress please, faster! Faster please! You're gonna break me- like this!” Nero begs, moving his hand to the one you have on his cock, trying to make you go faster manually. You scoff, smacking his hand away, then smacking his ass with your other hand. He yelps at the sudden impact.

“Such a bad boy Nero, I think you need a punishment..” your voice filled with malicious intent. Nero's eyes widen at your words, “No! No! I'm sorry! I'm sorry Mistress! I didn't mean-” his sentence cut off by a smack to his face. You turn Nero around, having his back instead of his stomach against the counter. “I want you you to do something Nero, I want you keep eye contact with me, the whole time, understand?”

If there was one thing Nero was awkward about, it was eye contact, especially during sex, if he wasn't out fighting demons or just with friends, eye contact was something he couldn't maintain, it was even worse when he orgasms. Every time he came, he just had to shut his eyes and look away from you, afraid you'll judge the way his face contorts into pleasure as he cums all over himself. (He definitely does an aheago face)

After a bit of thinking, he nods, ready to overcome this weird fear of his. You untie the apron, making it fall to his feet, his perfect, porcelain body exposed for you, only you. You push yourself against his waist, his cock sliding delicately against your lower abdomen, causing whimpers to leave his mouth.

Your left hand drags itself into Nero's hair, massaging his scalp in reassurance, your other hand wraps back around his cock, the pace a little bit faster than before. Nero keeps his eyes on yours as best as he could, he couldn't kiss you either, considering that would count as breaking eye contact.

He covers his mouth as you pump faster, your thumb occasionally messing with his tip every once and a while. Nero restrains himself from throwing his head back. “You- you're such a cruel, cruel Mistress you know?” Nero tries to talk some sense into you, but you weren't having it. I mean, you can't take him seriously when his legs are shaking with drool slipping down his chin and his eyes watery now can you?

Nero blink a few times, getting the tears out of the way, his gaze still heavy on you, although he's starting to break. But when your nails drag against his cock and your thumb rubs intensely against his tip, he can't help but crack. In one swift motion he grabs your biceps for support. “Shit! Shitshitshit! I'm gonna- ah! I'm gonna- ah! Fuckfuck- FUCK!”

Nero tries his best to look at you, but when your nails drag he can't help but fall back against the counter, grabbing the edge and throwing his head back. “Cumming! Cumming! AH~! Nnggggggghaaa~!”

Nero spills his slick everywhere, most of it landing on your stomach and chest, but some unfortunate to land on the floor. You groan and grab his collar, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. “You did good Nero, but you didn't keep eye contact all the way.. Bend over for me.”

Oh dear, this is going to be a long morning...

[nekrosdolly]

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calling nero girlish leads to a devastating self-discovery. what can you do but help?

a/n; fun fact i've been working on this for two months and three days... also the most down bad thing i've ever written. enjoy!

cw; sub!nero, dom!reader, afab!reader, feminization, a bit of manhandling (reader is written to be on the stronger side), small impact play, spit kink, biting, referring to dicks as clits and assholes as cunts/pussies, nipple play, anal fingering (n! receives), pegging, clothed reader, doggystyle, implied multiple rounds. 5.444k words!

You’ve been staring at Nero for at least half a minute now. He’s not returning your gaze but it’s definitely affecting him, as he’s shifting in his seat across from you quite a bit. The two of you are waiting for Dante, Lady, and Trish to finish gearing up for the mission you’re embarking on- something big, Dante says, but with the lot of you it’d be maybe a few hours max. If the two of you weren’t mutually interested in one another both in friendship and in a more-than-friends way, the staring would’ve bothered him. 

“You know,” you lean forward in the uncomfortable chair bolted to the ground across from the ratty couch Nero’s manspreading on, “you have kind of girlish lips.”

Nero furrows his eyebrows, his eyes finally meeting yours. Something clicks inside of him that he chooses to ignore despite the blossoming pink tint on his cheeks. Maybe you just have that effect on him, or maybe it’s something else.

“No, I don’t. They’re just lips.” He says as he rubs his cheek, his eyes breaking away from yours.

“Whatever.” You shrug. The rest of the team enters shortly, Nico included, and you’re on your way. 

While you busy yourself with menial conversation amongst the group, Nero cannot get his mind off of what you just said. Girlish lips? He doesn’t have girlish lips, does he? No, not at all. But god, if that doesn’t do something for him… It does. Especially coming from you. You’re not the face of masculinity or femininity by any means, but he likes the fact that you find him a bit girly. A bit of heat stirs in his gut, something brand new, and it’s good. Almost too good to ignore- but he’s on a mission and he needs to focus if he wants to make it out with minimal injuries.

He shakes the thought away (or tries to) when Nico brake-checks everyone and nearly sends everything in the old van flying.

“Here!” She chimes with a lit cigarette dangling from her fingers.

Five hours later.

The mission lasted longer than any of you had anticipated. Five hours of grueling slaughter brought upon by you and your comrades- aside from Nico, who relaxed in her van and watched from the sidelines. Nero’s mind was preoccupied on the way back, replaying the fight in his head to see if he could’ve done something different. You were slumped against Dante, who kept one arm on the back of the couch so you could rest comfortably as he read his porno mag.

He didn’t catch himself thinking about it until he was undressed later that night. He had already removed most of his clothing before he sat on the edge of his bed, only in his boxers. The moment kept replaying, you calling his lips girlish. Something about that felt right. Girlish. Maybe you’d treat him like a girl, too. Thinking about it made his dick twitch and his chest feel warm. His face heats up the way it did in the van as his thoughts run wild. Being told to wear a dress for you, putting on makeup, and making him truly look like a girl- (edits starting now) he groans into his hands, calloused heels of his palm pressing his eyes shut.

“This is so not what I needed right now,” he mumbles, sucking in a breath as he wills his boner away. Embarrassed, he lies down and pulls the covers overtop him. Sleep does not come easy.

The next day.

Within your close knit circle, compliments are sparse. Dante claps people on the back as a “good job,” and maybe Nico will toss them a thumbs up, but that's it. Nero’s used to it- the silent reassurance from everyone- except you. 

“You did really good, Nero,” the two of you are fresh from another mission, sore and covered in muck. The tips of Nero’s ears turn red, though it could be mistaken for the blood of slain demons. Deep down, he knows he did well. He doesn't need reassurance, verbal or otherwise, but it feels nice. The words send a little shiver down his spine.

“Uh, thanks. You too, I guess,” he says, shrugging his blue jacket off to leave by the door. He'll come back later to toss it in the wash. In a stretch, he lifts his arms over his head to hopefully ease the impending ache that'll settle in his muscles within minutes. With his shirt being as short as it is, his midriff is exposed to you for a short second.

Your eyes slightly widen, zeroing in on his waist. How in the world is it so… feminine? Girlish? Cute? Grabbable? He's not even looking as he keeps stretching, oblivious to your wandering, hungry gaze. 

“Dude, I'm jealous. Your waist is like, tiny. You sure you're not a girl under all that?” He knows you're teasing, he really does, but good heavens. It hasn't been a full day since the last incident, you may as well be trying to kill him.

Stormy eyes shoot open in shock and he lowers his arms to his sides nearly immediately. He tugs his shirt down more, as if that would help, and looks away.

“You're so weird, you know that? Do you want me to be a girl or something?” He scoffs as he crosses his arms over his chest. You chuckle to yourself, satisfied with his reaction.

Shrugging, “Maybe I do. You'd be a pretty cute girl, Nero.”

The white-haired man grumbles something as he walks off in the direction of the HQ bathrooms in hopes of a very, very cold shower. It's not his fault that your teasing gets him bricked. Of course, you notice nothing different, given that Nero’s always been quick to fluster.

In the bathroom, he splashes ice cold water on his face and rubs it into his skin. Some dirt and blood washes away with the water, but that wasn't his intention. He'll have to shower when he gets home, as Dante’s shower is conveniently broken, but the last thing he wants to endure is a car ride home with half an erection and plenty of fuel to give him a full one. His blood is roaring in his ears, lewd thoughts invading his head like the plague. Hunched over the sink, his hands grip the ceramic edges like a vice.

You, with a tube of lipstick in hand that is very clearly not your shade but his. You, with a mascara wand in hand telling him to hold still or he'll mess it up. You, handing him a white sundress and equally white lacy panties. You, telling him to put them on and be a good girl- doesn't he want to look pretty?

Nero wants it all. He wants it so bad; to be your doll, your plaything to humiliate and use however you want. But would you? God, he hopes so.

Minutes have gone by. He shuts the sink off and looks in the mirror- still grimy, but not gross. Blood splotches mat his hair in some sections, but at least some stuff on his face is gone. He looks normal aside from the massive blush covering his cheeks, but that could be chalked up to exerting himself.

“Nero?” You knock on the shoddy door to the even shoddier bathroom, “you alright? It's been like ten minutes, man.”

The sound of your voice brings him back to reality- has it really been ten minutes? He looks at himself once again in the dirty mirror, a searing feeling of embarrassment settling in his shoulders. Another splash of cold water to his face before he shuts off the sink and exits. You step back as he does, looking up at him with concern. “Fine, thanks. Just tired. It was a long mission, y’know?” He can’t bring himself to meet your eyes, lest he get even the slightest bit hard. At this point, it’s a problem. Without another word from either of you, he heads upstairs.

Do you find it odd? Yeah, but you don’t say anything. After all, he did say he was tired. He probably just needs to get some rest. Settling on one of the couches in the lobby, you decide that you do, too.

Two days later, Devil May Cry, the Fortuna branch

Nero is glad that he lives so far away from Red Grave City. It’s a few hours’ drive both ways and it’s a pain to put up with Nico’s horrible driving. As much as he complains, he’d rather not be the one driving. The distance also makes it easier for him to not think about you as much. 

Well, that’s only half-true. He thinks about you more than he should. The only thing the distance helps with is avoiding you. Of course, that doesn’t stop his imagination running wild at the randomest of times- including while doing household chores. It’s a gamble- his thoughts range from pure domesticity to borderline porn.

When his thoughts take over this time, he’s doing the dishes. There’s not much, but it’s enough to warrant his attention. One would assume that touching dirty dishes and day-old food would ward off any semblance of lust-driven daydreams, right? Unfortunately, that’s not the case today.

He’s mid-washing a plate, his sleeves rolled up so only his forearm is wet. His metal arm is covered with a dish glove, lest the water screw with the wires and give him a nice, heart-stopping zap. The sponge in his hand is sudsy, lazily scrubbing at the leftover food on the plate as his mind wanders to you. At first, it’s innocent. Cooking together, thinking about what you’d want to eat for dinner after a long mission, or even just a long day in general. How would your lips feel on his cheek, your arms around him as the two of you get ready for bed?

Maybe your hands would slip under his shirt, your eyes meeting his as you rub his waist. Words of filth disguised as sweet nothings to get his blood flowing south, inciting a dizzying shiver down his spine. Your hands slipping into his panties that you picked out for him earlier that day with a smile, telling him that they’d look so pretty on him- that maybe, if he wore them all day while doing errands you’d reward him later on. Your voice in his ear, calling him a good girl, telling him how cute he is all flustered and wet in his panties.

His thoughts fester, the plate slipping from his hands. Only the sound of it clattering against the bottom of the (thankfully) shallow sink rouses him.

Well. That, and the door opening. There are only two people with a key, Nico and-

And you. What a wonderful time to have a hard-on.

“Hey, I tried calling you, but I think your landline’s down,” you say, barging into his kitchen without a care in the world. Nero keeps himself pressed against the kitchen sink for his own dignity’s sake as he looks at you, feigning irritation. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to knock?” He scoffs, picking up the plate he’d been washing and giving it a good rinse. “You clearly don’t care whether or not I do, seeing as I have a key,” you grin, crossing your arms as you lean against the archway between the living room and kitchen. Maybe you let your eyes wander a little- a domesticated Nero is a rare sight, one you enjoy very much. He’s got these tight fitting black boxers on that really do his ass justice and baggy a longsleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up that almost gives him this cutesy appearance.

“Yeah, whatever. What did you need?” He moves on to the next dirty dish after placing the clean one on the drying rack. His voice is a bit snippy, and he’s a little tense. The fact that he can feel your eyes on him doesn’t help, and if anything, makes his boxers just that much tighter.

“Dante wants us on a new job he got from this new client. Some guy named V, though I dunno much about him,” you shrug.

“He couldn’t tell me himself?”

“Nah. I don’t think he really likes coming here, anyway. Something about Fortuna gives him the creeps, he said. Probably ‘cause they used to worship his dad ‘nd shit.” Nero scoffs at that and shuts off the sink, flicking his non-prosthetic hand to get the water off, then frees his devil breaker of its rubber confinement. 

“Nice ass, by the way,” you add, smirking at him. Nero turns to face you with his cheeks tinted pink and a soft scowl on his face. Facing you was a mistake because his erection from earlier has not died. You don’t notice it immediately, much to his relief, because he knows you’re not that much of a pervert.

“You’re so weird,” he huffs.

“Not my fault you look like a girl.” You retort. Nero’s cock twitches hard, his already warm face heating up more. He really, really should’ve put on pants this morning.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, the movement, as subtle as it may be, catches your eye through your peripherals. On instinct, your eyes dart towards the source and widen immediately.

“...Are you hard? Did I do that?” You point to yourself. Nero huffs and tugs the hem of his shirt down to cover his now raging erection, the dull throb making it hard for him to come up with any kind of retort.

“Wh- no! I-I mean, yes- I’m hard, but it’s not because of you!” He looks away from you, even as you step closer to him until you’re an arm’s width away. It’s too much too quick, because what can he say to make this all better? Nothing. There’s nothing he can say or do to make this situation go over smoothly. “So… You don’t want me to help out? I mean, it’s pretty obvious you need some, right?” You reach up and grab his jaw, your thumb swiping over his bottom lip. A dry spell hits his mouth, his pupils dilating as he tries to swallow. The poor quarter-devil’s heart races in his chest, that feeling from earlier returning. 

Nero opens his mouth to speak but you’re quick to press down on his tongue with your thumb. A sly grin spreads on your lips, knowing you’ve got him dead set on this. Now, he could overpower you at any given point- he’s part devil- but he finds that he doesn’t want to. You lean in closer, your face just a few inches from his.

“You like being called a girl?” Smooth and low, your voice has him in a trance. The hunger in your eyes makes his knees weak, saliva coating your thumb as it remains on his tongue. Hesitantly, he nods.

“Yeah, I thought so,” you mutter, your free hand finding a home on his waist. “You wanna be fucked like a girl too, don’t you?”

Another hesitant nod, his eyelids fluttering from the embarrassment of the entire situation. In truth, he only started experimenting with himself after he and Kyrie broke up. It’s not that Kyrie kept him from experimenting with stuff like that, because they tried plenty when they were in bed, but something about it felt wrong.

With you? It couldn’t feel more right, not as you remove your thumb from his mouth to smear his lips with his own saliva. “Don’t you know how gross that is, Nero?” Your voice holds a teasing lilt that makes his stomach flutter. While he does feel ashamed, he’s way too into this to care. His cock is crying in the confines of his boxers, the fabric tighter than ever. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, meek with humiliation.

“No, you’re not. In fact, I bet you want to be dressed up like some doll, then get railed just like the slut you are.” Nero squeezes his eyes shut. The tips of his ears are red, possibly even some of his chest, too. As humiliating as this is, he likes it a lot. Your words make his knees weak, his tummy’s warm and he may as well be sweating from how hot he is. Again, he nods.

“Please,” he forces himself to look at you, half-lidded eyes and all. “Please, just give me what I want.” A satisfied look crosses your face at the sound of his desperation, his poor excuse for begging.

“Oh, believe me, I will,” your hand slides from his waist to the very prominent bulge, amused at how it kicks against your hand and the way Nero’s breathing picks up.

“But not now. I mean I’ll get you off no problem, but your fantasy needs a few things that aren’t at my disposal, nor are they at yours.”

The disappointed noise that leaves Nero’s mouth is almost uncharacteristic. 

“Uh, yeah. You’re right, I guess.” He grumbles quietly, his eyes downcast like a kicked puppy.

“Think you can wait? I’ll come back, I promise.” He nods reluctantly. He’ll be as patient as he needs to be. With a kiss to his cheek, an unspoken promise you’ll return, you leave him in his kitchen with his boner still very much alive. Embarrassed, defeated, and aroused, he walks to the living room couch and plops down on it. 

Two hours later.

Barging in again, you toss a hefty plastic bag on top of a sleeping Nero, forcing him to wake up from the weight hitting his stomach. “Hey, what the hell?” He glares at you through sleep-addled eyes and sits up on his elbows.

“Look in the bag, sleeping beauty.” You lean against his front door, the metal surface cooling your back. 

Nero does as he’s told, rummaging through the bag’s contents like a curious puppy. The first item he pulls out is a white skirt that’s very, very short. Scarlet engulfs his cheeks within seconds. When you said later, he thought you meant tomorrow, not later today. He continues to pull items from the bag, his blush spreading like wildfire. The next item is a crop top, also white, frilly underwear and an equally cute bra to match, before he finally pulls out what must be the largest light blue dildo he’s ever seen accompanied by a harness.

“Put it on,” you smile, “go make yourself pretty for me. Take this, too.” You toss him your makeup bag, which he catches with the devil breaker.

With a hard swallow, Nero places everything back into the plastic bag and disappears into his bedroom, clutching the bag’s flimsy handles with an iron grip. The moment the door closes, he’s in a rush to take his clothes off. He nearly rips his shirt trying to get it off, same thing with his boxers. He really sucks at being patient.

It feels natural, to a degree, putting everything on. It’s clear you want him to look like an angel or some kind of bride, all white and pure. How ironic. The panties don’t quite cover his cock and the shirt you chose makes his pecs look more akin to boobs, but he looks… cute. If not a little silly, what with all the ruffles, cute. Now, the makeup is what confuses him the most aside from the fastening mechanism of the bra you chose.

He knows what lipstick is. He knows what mascara is, and eyeliner. Kyrie wore those sometimes. But the rest of the stuff is greek to him.

The white-haired man is still staring down at the contents of your makeup bag when you walk in, strap-on fully assembled in one hand. He looks up at you with a shy smile, red cheeks and all. You toss the light blue toy onto his bed as you walk up to him, your gaze nothing short of predatory.

“Hey, pretty girl. Havin’ some trouble?” His dilemma is clear enough, but he nods anyway.

“What color would look good on me?” Pale blues travel to the selection of lipsticks you have, fingers rummaging through the variety of tubes. Perhaps he’s too overwhelmed at the moment. Your warm hand settles on waist, his gaze flickering to your face.

“Why don’t we skip the makeup for now, hm? I’d hate to make you wait any longer, angel.”

Nero’s throat runs dry as he nods, expecting you to be a little gentle with him but oh, how he was wrong. He doesn’t expect you to push him onto his mattress like he was some kind of slut, nor does he expect you to get on top of him as quickly as you do. Your hands are so rough as you grope his chest, a soft whine leaving his lips when you lean down to bite one of his pecs. 

“Cute tits, dolly,” your thumbs rub his clothed nipples and he’s really glad he’s sensitive everywhere right now, otherwise he’d feel kind of stupid. He can’t bring himself to meet your eyes again, shy as a virgin during her first time, as he mewls quietly.

“I just can’t believe that you’re into this kind of thing,” you snap his bra strap against his skin, making him flinch, “What a fucking slut…”

“M’not a slut,” he mumbles, cock weeping into the lacy material of his panties as he looks away from you.

“Don’t be dumb,” you grab his jaw and force him too look at you, his pupils blown wide. Fingers card into his hair and give it a soft tug, making him whine again. Everything you do makes his cock harder, his mind fuzzier, and his blush darker. Slotting a knee between his legs, you force his legs to part wider before you press it against his panty-clad hard-on. It’s a cute sight, him gasping and squirming in a pathetic attempt to escape the stimulation.

A sharp slap to his thigh makes him still, a mumbled “sorry” sounding from his lips. You let go of his jaw in favor of slipping under his thighs, guiding them around your waist as you lean down to kiss him. His eyes flutter shut, as do yours when your lips meet in a much gentler kiss than he anticipated. That doesn’t last long, because two seconds in and you’re biting his lower lip to make him gasp, allowing you to lick into his mouth without protest. His hips buck at the taste of you, hesitantly wrapping his arms around your neck. You pin his hips to the bed, thumbs kneading what little fat he has there.

He’s dizzy when you break the kiss, panting with your spit glossing his lips and your eyes locked to one another’s. Your thumb hooks in the corner of his mouth and pulls down, forcing his mouth open. As if reading your mind, he sticks his tongue out. A thick glob of spit leaves your lips and lands flat on his tongue. He moans, his cock pulsing hard in his jeans. When your thumb unhooks from his mouth, he swallows. “Good girl, angel.” Your voice resembles a low purr in his ear, his body on fire. If you praise him again, he might cum in his panties. He’s entirely sure that his skirt is damp with how much he’s leaking. Your hand slips down, down, down until you’re pushing his shirt up and palming over his erection, making him melt into the mattress. “My pretty girl is so wet,” you hum, thumbing over his weeping slit. He whimpers, his hips bucking hard. This time, you let it slide because he’s too damn cute when he’s under you to care. Using his precum as makeshift lube, you rub his frenulum, watching as his eyes light up with pleasure and his back makes a pretty arch, whining pathetically in the back of his throat. His silver brows pinch, his eyes torn between watching your hand and your face. “Right there, huh, princess?” 

“F-Fuck, yes, th-there,” he nods eagerly, his stomach tensing when you rub that spot faster. His dick twitches and throbs, his shaky breathing accelerating. You don’t let up, no matter how squirmy he gets. “Sensitive little thing, aren’t you? Who knew that rubbing your clit would get you like this.” Sultry words coming from you, his legs tightening around your waist. “C-Cum, wanna cum,” he mewls out, “pleasepleaseplease.” The rest of his cock feels neglected but he can’t bring himself to care, not when you wrap your hand around the tip and circle your palm on his sensitive head. Especially not when you use your free hand to pull down the neckline of his shirt to lick one of his pebbled nipples. The moment you wrap your lips around it and suck, he cums with the most pathetic noise imaginable. Hot seed sticks to your palm and spills down his softening cock.

“Mm,” you pull off his nipple with a soft pop, “that didn’t take long at all.” The sound of fabric tearing fills the air as you rip the lace material down the side seams.

“Why’d you do that?” Nero props himself up on his elbows, watching as you discard the now-useless lace. You shrug, slipping out from between Nero’s legs to grab the bottle of lubricant you know he has stashed in his nightstand. “Felt like it. What, you never had your panties ripped off before?” The drawer of his side table has too many things in it. Still, you fish out the black bottle of lube and toss it onto the bed beside him. “Obviously not.” You reach for the strap on lying cold and alone. Nero pulls his skirt down to cover himself and closes his legs, though it’s pointless.

“Keep up the attitude, angel. See where it gets you.” 

“...Whatever,” Nero grumbles, a new surge of arousal filling him as he watches you fasten the strapon to your pelvis. It’s a little unfair that you’re still fully clothed, but he’ll take what he can get. When you climb onto the bed again, you grab him by the hips and flip him over, his body weight that of a feather in your hands. With one hand, you prop his hips up as the other presses his face down into the mattress.

“Hey!” He yips, looking back at you with feigned annoyance. You roll your eyes as you push his skirt up for the second time tonight and give his ass a sharp slap, making him whine.

“Don’t be a brat. We’re just getting to the good part,” you grab the bottle of lube and uncap it, pouring a hefty amount on your fingers. Anticipation bubbles in Nero’s chest, his hands fisting the sheets. A shudder leaves him upon feeling your fingers coat the rim of his hole, applying gentle pressure just to tease. You push your index finger in slowly, forcing a hiss from his throat. It’s an odd feeling, the intrusion, but one he can get used to.

Besides, he’s seen those videos of cute guys getting pegged and they cum their brains out every time. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous of both parties.

His walls slowly adjust as you move your finger in a gentle rhythm, waiting until you hear his breathing grow heavy to add another. A moan gets stuck in his throat, his brows pinched together as his eyes flutter shut. “You alright down there, angel? You’re awfully quiet.” You hum, using your free hand to knead one of his pert cheeks.

“F-Fine- M’fine,” his voice is a little strained and breathy. The pads of your middle and index finger brush against his prostate and his legs twitch, a soft moan leaving him. As subtly as he can (not at all,) he rocks his hips back onto your fingers to get more shocking, dizzying pleasure. Once you decide he’s loose enough, you withdraw your fingers and bring them to your silicon cock, adding a solid drizzle of lube along the shaft. A soft schlick noise sounds when you give the translucent silicon toy a few pumps to ensure it’s sufficiently lubricated.

Before Nero has time to complain, the tip is already pressing against his fluttering entrance. His fists clench in the sheets as you slowly press into him. Pink lips fall open as the stretch does him in, trying his best to stay still for you. “Good girl,” you murmur in his ear, “such a good girl, taking my cock so well.”

The white-haired man has never felt so full in his life, nor horny or outright dumb. He whines when you bottom out completely, your nails digging into his hips to keep him from running away.

“W-Why is it so big,” he looks back at you, his own cock dripping pre-cum again. His question is left unanswered as you pull out halfway only to thrust meanly back in. A strangled moan leaves his lips, his back falling into a natural arch. “Tell me, angel,” you keep a slow yet hard pace, each thrust bullying your fake cock impossibly deeper into his greedy hole, “has anyone ever fucked this cute cunt before?”

His brain processes the words but every time he opens his mouth, nothing but noises of pleasure come out. He shakes his head “no,” with a whimper.

“Aww, really? So you’re a virgin? Explains how tight your pussy is.”

Nero hasn’t been a virgin since he was nineteen, but for you, he’ll be anything you want. His volume increases the moment you bully your cock against his prostate, a sweet cry falling from his lips. His body feels hot every time the fat head presses it, his body relaxing into the bed. Lewd slaps and wet noises fill the air alongside his sweet noises of pleasure.

“Fuck m-me,” he gasps, his cock pulsing between his legs as it’s ignored, “y-your cock feels so good i-in my pussy.”

“I know, angel. Your cunt’s squeezing me so tight- if I knew you wanted me this much, I would’ve fucked her sooner.” You reach around to grope his chest, your other hand pulling him back on your faux dick with every thrust. Poor Nero doesn’t know what to do with himself but let you use him, as if you were the one getting pleasure from this. It’s obvious he needs more despite his noises, judging by the way he’s still able to think without interruption. He’s really gone when you accelerate your thrusts and keep the roughness, all but turning into a puddle atop his bedsheets. The coil in his stomach twists and tightens, his orgasm fast approaching.

“Yeah, there we go,” you murmur, your words adding fuel to the fire that is his impending release, “that’s my sweet girl.”

“M’gonna cum,” he whimpers, “I-I wanna- please, i-it hurts,” he reaches between his legs, whining when you slap his hand away. “Why didn’t you say something, pretty girl? I’ve got you, angel, just be a doll and let me take care of you.” Your slick fist wraps around his cock, stroking him in time with your thrusts and Nero just can’t handle it anymore. His orgasm catches him off guard, thick ropes of cum shooting out of his pink cockhead and onto the sheets below you two with a cry of your name.

You’re kind, so you take your hand away and slow to a stop, panting softly.

“You alright?” Nero takes a second to respond, humming a second later as he catches his breath. His thighs feel weak and shaky. “Good,” you pull out and settle on the bed beside him, your back resting against the wooden headboard. Under the impression that you’re done toying with him, he lets his eyes close. They shoot open when you grab him by the waist and hoist him onto your lap, thick blue dildo pressing against his gaping hole again. “C’mon, little girl- I can’t do all the work around here, y’know.”

The next day.

Dante calls Nero’s landline for what feels like the fifth time in a row.

“Damn, that punk,” he sighs, slamming the telephone down on its receiver. You’re not answering your phone either, but he knows better than to expect you to answer. He’s about to dial Nero’s number for a sixth time when the doors to Devil May Cry open and in walks you alongside a limping Nero. The red devil opens his mouth, but-

“Don’t ask,” Nero groans, making his way over to one of the couches and lying on his stomach. You’re quite proud of your work, even if it’s at Nero’s expense. Dante will find out eventually, and you cannot wait.

divider creds to @benkeibear!!

[icedlava1]

What if Nero and Smoke switched places?

Don’t ask why I thought of this, I know it’s stupid and makes no sense HAJDGJSHS

[mortifesboy]

WELCOME TO THE SHOP

wuthering waves centric but will post other medias —MASTERLIST — fem aligned /minors respectfully dni ꩜ if we are friends and you’re fem aligned it’s ok MASC ! reader blog — he/him — 20

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this blog is PRO-PALESTINE zionists and neutrals go home

MENU ꩜ make sure to be specific as multiple items are associated with multiple characters

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GREEN TEA ! : aalto, chidori, porco galliard, sukuna, diluc,dio,

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TERMINOLOGY

for here : top ! reader or character

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Disposable container : switch ! Reader or character

SIDES kinks (optional)

brown sugar boba : overstimulation

popping pearls : somnophilia

cheese foam : gangbang/bukkake can be charas from different media interacting with eachother

Aloe Vera : breeding

Egg pudding : praise

Star pearls : degradation

Coffee jelly : stepcest

Taro: nipple sucking

Grass jelly: yandere

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0%: angst

50 % : fluff

100 % : smut

Special request: any character you may not see on here you can fill out a special request!! i have the right to deny a request especially if the character is a minor . I do not write scat, age play[but i will write for age REGRESSION which is NOT sexual ] , and race pla

Ordering example “hi can i please get a brown sugar tea latte (jiyan) , with alo vera , taro ,basil seeds, and 100% sugar for here(reader)? (Then specify what exactly you want happening )

Multiple characters: “ can i get a passion fruit tea ( mortife) w/ a Oreo smoothie(geto) ordering separate the Oreo smoothie has basil seeds, and star pearls) and to go (reader) while the passion fruit has aloe Vera also to go (mortife) (then specify)

requests always open but might take a while

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[mattey-stu]

MATTEY-STU'S MASTERLIST

Fandoms i write for:

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Mortal Kombat

Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

Sub-zero

Scorpion

Liu Kang

Kung Lao

Raiden

Shang Tsung

Tomas Vrbada

Syzoth

When requesting a fanfic with any of these characters please specify which version of them you had in mind! (Plus i write the movie versions too :) )

Resident Evil

Leon Scott Kennedy

Luis Serra

Carlos Oliveira

Agent Patrick (from Resident evil: infinite darkness)

Ethan Winters

Chris Redfield

Albert Wesker

Devil May Cry

Dante Sparda

Vergil Sparda

Nero Sparda

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro

Satoru Gojo

Diary Of A Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley

Other people I'll write for:

Eddievr, Ronnieaintavampire, Juicyfruitsnacks, Chico Lachowski, Joost Klein, Ski Aggu, Tyler Teramagi

(you can also request other people, and ill see if im gonna write about them:) /pos btw)

What i WILL write (as in smut):

Choking, degrading, petplay, ftm reader + T4T, C4C (cis for cis), hair pulling, blood kink, younger reader + older character, himbo,

ONLY if requested

Step-incest teacher x student (both 18+), incest, noncon, dubcon, breeding kink

What i WONT write:

P3dophilia , pregnancy smut, sa, scat kink corpse fucking, foot kink, fem reader, fem character

What i WILL write (as in platonic fluff):

Dad x son, brother x brother, uncle x nephew and allat shit

This is a male reader only blog.Females aligned please DNI.

LMAOO WHYD I WORD IT LIKE THAT

When writing smut i will make any possible 18- characters 18+.

Whatevers not on here i might write. :P also i dont kinkshame🫶🏼

I do not condone any of the acts i write about.

[i-mybrunettelady]

I am once more urging people to play Wayfarer

[squadrah]

what do you think about la squadra's english dub voices?

Fun fact: I never watched the dub beyond a small bit of it because I was put off by the translation choices ("jail bait", having Melone shit on his dead teammates when he was quiet and polite in the Japanese original, etc.) but for this ask I fired up Episode 10 where everyone has a turn to speak (and took a quick listen of Episode 16 to hear more of Melone), and I'll write down my impressions of their voices as I go! Mostly comparing them to the original experience.

Formaggio: It seems fitting for someone of his stature, though I enjoyed the playful griminess the original had, and dub Narancia's more edgy voice makes me miss it more (somewhere between the two would have been the best for me). Either way he sounds like a tough guy fuckboy, and I can't argue with that.

Pesci: Mellower than the original when he speaks normally, which was both a relief to the ears and threw me off a bit because I was worried that he would just sound dopey for the most part, but I do hear the shrillness when he is spooked and anxious, so this is a really good fit and I would probably enjoy hearing more of it.

Melone: This is okay, I guess? It feels a little more rigid than the original, and sometimes makes him sound more butch than he needs to be, but it does a good job of giving him a detached and intellectual tone where he needs it. A little too detached, perhaps, because it doesn't convey the original's excitement very well.

Prosciutto: I see they did their best to give him a smooth cool guy voice, and it feels fine as a stand-alone, but I am very partial to his original voice so I definitely miss not just the deeper voice but the harder grit. Without it he sounds too generic for me, and his lines don't really help because they make him too pretentious.

Risotto: This one was a big miss for me because you can absolutely tell that the voice actor is trying to sound deeper than his range allows. I would have cast someone with a naturally deep voice, even if they might sound a bit more wooden as a result, just to nail the fact that everything about him is big from body to voice.

Illuso: Now *his* voice would have made a good Formaggio voice. There is that edge and irreverence that I was looking for, though I can see why Illuso was the one to get this voice, since he's taller and more subtly menacing than Formaggio. Side by side it feels justified, but I would have liked a more oily voice for him.

Ghiaccio: Oh, this one is fun! I'm neutral on his original voice, but the fact that it was really well captured and the yelling is top notch makes this my biggest favorite of the seven! He sounds young and properly angry and his is the one arc I would actually want to watch in the dub version based on the voice alone.

[anarkhebringer]

TIL that Zenos can chase you out of the arena in Ala Mhigo, even if he does teleport back in after that set time expires and the arena resets.

[your-fave-is-crippled]

V from devil may cry 5 is a cane user and has chronic fatigue! and nero from devil may cry 5 has a prosthetic arm

V from Devil May Cry 5 is a cane user with chronic fatigue!

Nero from Devil May Cry 5 has a prosthetic arm!

image one: [id: a flag with a grey border around 7 vertical stripes ranging from left to right as light blue, blue, dusty blue, purple-blue, grey, dusty purple and dark periwinkle. on top of the flag is v from devil may cry 5 in the middle of the image leaning to the side with his cane in his right hand. :end id]

image two: [id: a flag with 8 horizontal stripes coloured from top to bottom as dark plum, light purple, dusty plum, white, dark purple, light periwinkle, dusty periwinkle and dark plum. on top of the flag is v from devil may cry 5 in the middle of the image leaning to the side with his cane in his right hand. :end id]

image three: [id: a flag with a grey border around 7 vertical stripes ranging from left to right as dark green, seafoam green, moss green, light green, pale pink, orange-red and red. on top of the flag is nero from devil may cry 5 in the middle of the image turned slightly to his right with his right arm raised, hand glowing with blue fire or magic and looking at it. :end id]

image four: [id: a banner with a blue to green gradient and water-filtering-light texture under a faintly transparent blue rectangular box. in the box is light blue text that reads "Blog is about disability, disabled characters and headcanons. may include occasional pd rep but otherwise do not derail. blocking where i see fir for my comfort, please remain respectful." on the top of the banner outside the blue box is more light blue text that reads "DNI if proship, terf, are a discourse blog and other basic dni stuff" in all caps. under the blue box at the bottom of the banner is more light blue text that reads "cripplepunk is for the physically disabled only" in all caps. on either side of the banner is an image of ryn from the show siren staring off to the side. :end id]

[https-cyber-slxt]

Yk there's something so hot about Tall!Reader in all her glory

Okay imagine this, you, a 6'8 woman and your boyfriend

Vergil who is only 6'5, and is super embarrassed about having to look up instead of down at you to talk to you.

Your height doesn't really affect the way you two live, although it does feel weird knowing his own girlfriend is taller than him.

Oh but in the bedroom? That's a whole different story, if he actually let's you put a leash on him (which is highly unlikely if he's in a bad mood) he loves the way you just tower over him while he's on all fours, turns him on real good.

Dante who is a whopping 6'3, is like Vergil, embarrassed, that his significant other is a whole 5 inches taller than him. It's quite embarrassing if you're out for a walk and he just pretends you're a friend and what-not.

He should know by now that doing that sort of thing gets him in a lot of trouble. One time he introduced you to Lady and Trish as a "friend" and let's just say later that night he swore he could see God.

Nero is a 6'2 cutie pie and honestly is not that embarrassed about it, he's chill with you being taller than him, all he knows is that you'll give him great cuddles, considering that you'll probably wrap your entire body around him.

The only thing he does get embarrassed about is that he sometimes needs your help to grab something off a shelf that's just a little bit out of his reach.

I have a feeling that one time he wanted to try something different, so the next thing you know Nero's head is slightly grazing against the roof as you're busy lapping your tongue around his shaft in the damn shower, yea let's just say the next day he's having headaches from bumping the roof so much.

V who is 6'4 (I think) has no problem with you being taller than him, as long as he has someone there to take care of him and protect him, he's doesn't care.

What's his favorite is when, let's say, you're busy ordering food, he walks up right next to and stands up on his toes, then directly in your ear he whispers the most dirtiest thing he could think of, and just leaves as if he hadn't peeped a word. The reaction you get while the face you give him always makes him smile.

What's another of his favourites is when he's sitting directly at the end of the bed, with absolutely nothing on. The way you slowly walk towards and tower over him, what he likes to do during the time that you're towering over him is he likes to slowly spread his legs open, showing that he's all yours, you're the hunter and he's oh so definitely the prey.

A/N: Fun Fact: a lot of the stuff I write is actually inspired/based off of other people's posts, but I'm too scared to tag them, like this post is inspired by the way @shes-claws-deep writes, but unfortunately she hasn't been active in 3 years, so I feel somewhat safe tagging her 😭😭😭

[nekrosdolly]

haha... this idea got longer than it needed to be.

cw; oral sex on ftm nero.

nero gets really shy when he gets eaten out for the first time,,, he's trying to close his legs and you have to force them open for him, which only makes his cheeks turn pink and his hips squirm. he's so worried you won't like how he tastes but his thoughts subside the moment a stripe is licked up his cunt in a slow, agonizing manner. he can't help being whiny and somewhat loud when his clit gets special attention- that's his favorite spot to touch! he mumbles sorries when his thighs clench around your head, though you're already in heaven so what's a little extra stimulation? he cries out when you tongue-fuck him, making his legs twitch at how intense it all is, especially when you pinch and roll his clit at the same time. he's apologizing again when he cums without warning, too overwhelmed to properly warn you before he's creaming all on your tongue and face. the fact that you simply wont let up on his clit isn't lost on him either and as much as he whines for you to stop touching it, he hopes you won't.

[leonleonhart]

day 41 no bottom cid in cid/clive fics. all seems hopeless

[manaosdeuwu]

ohhhh he's got one of those traumas !! fun

[i-mybrunettelady]

looking at the new ff//xiv expac trailer like.. even if i get to that point i'll just look as out of place there with my musketeer-attired main as i did playing through eod with a fantasy knight nyra

times were i wish i could art frfr

[redwayfarers]

I LITERALLY HATE THE WAY THE UPDATE MAKES THE GAME UNPLAYABLE TO MY COMPUTER THAT RAN DAI + MODS SEAMLESSLY (on potato settings but still! I was fine with potato! Most of my games are on potato yet look amazing!)