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[animelovelover123]

Look what my mom got me for my b-day! I have V already (she bought him a couple years ago) but now I have the set!

[animelovelover123]

Heyy, hope you're having a great day ! I'd like to request dmc boys (including Sparda) with a s/o who's Mundus' child ? Could be a small slowburn between them, maybe a bit nsfw at the end too?

Pairings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, Nero, V, & Sparda x Reader

Synopsis: So I started writing this weeks ago with the tried-and-true formula of “child of villain is a good person but being manipulated/held captive and is not trusted at first but eventually proves themselves and escapes their villainous destiny.” However, I was so bored and dropped it. But then I thought “what if reader was a bit of an ass? A real villain?” and that inspired me.

Also, I’m not sure how to do a “small slowburn”, but I tried.

Trigger Warnings: implication that someone has been sexually active since before 19, reader being yandere, canon violence, manipulation, imprisonment

Star-crossed Flirts

Dante

“Fuck baby, you sure know how to dance.” Dante barely got out through panting breaths as he lay beside you, one hand on his chest, where you had left a few hickeys, and the other lying over his eyes to block out any sensation other than the lingering pleasure coursing through him. “Haven’t had such a good fuck in my life.” Dante, being only 19, did not actually have that much experience, but what he did have had quickly taught him that he was too rough and energetic for most human women. You seemed to be an exception, though, because even though he was still buzzing from his second orgasm, he felt you slide over him, straddling his lap. He let out a little chuckle. “Already up for another round? Not that I’m comp-” Dante was cut off by the shot of air escaping his lungs when you thrust a sword through his chest, pinning him to the bed.

“Aww babe, I had fun too.” You said, your sultry voice now taking on a hint of twisted amusement. “I actually didn’t intend to go all the way, but you really know how to please a girl.” You move off Dante, who tried to follow you, but the sword, radiating a demonic power, kept him in place. All he could do was follow you with his eyes as you opened the side table beside the bed and dug through it. “I would stick around longer, but…” You pull out Dante’s half of the amulet. “I have to deliver this to my dear dad ASAP. I’m sure we will see each other again soon, though, as soon as you heal up.” You grab your clothes from the floor and drape them over your shoulder casually. “See you later, baby.”

You strut out the door just as Dante’s consciousness fades away. The last thing on his mind was how much more he wanted to dominate you now.

Reboot Dante

“Well look who it is,” Dante called out when he spotted you sitting atop a billboard that, due to the effects of limbo, had warped around you into a throne. “The nepo baby came out to play. You looking for the newest place to try and max out daddy’s credit card?”

“No need to when I’ve got my own money.” You fight back with a smug smirk, showing how unaffected you were by Dante’s remarks. This wasn’t the first time you two had crossed paths, and you both secretly hoped it wouldn’t be your last. “I just felt a little bored, so thought I would come play with the rodents.” You stand from your makeshift throne and start walking down to Dante’s level while using the power you hold in this dimension to morph the landscape around you to create steps.

“Ya?” Dante scoffed. “You sure you want to do that? Wouldn’t want to break your nails, sweetheart.” Even though he spoke like you were of no threat to him, Dante reached for his sword.

“Oh, don’t worry, you won’t get close enough to even chip them.”

You stuck to this as the fight commenced. Your main form of attack was not a simple item you held; it was the world around you. Dante, though keeping his cool and confident attitude, struggled to avoid your assault. He had to use his angelic and demonic powers to move himself and objects around to stop himself from being crushed as the walls and floor tried to swallow him. He was able to get a few shots on you with his guns, though they healed quickly due to your heritage.

In the end, it was not a physical attack, but a mental one that truly got to you.

“It’s a shame you work so hard for your old man’s approval, especially since he’ll throw your ass out as soon as his son is born.” Dante batted, and you fell for it.

“FUCK YOU!” Your attacks got harsher, more aggressive and less coordinated, giving Dante the opportunity to finally get in close. He pounced on you, the walls you were using to crush him chasing him and ending up becoming a cocoon around you both as he pins you down, one hand holding your wrists above your head and the other pointing Ebony under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“Finally got under your skin huh? Was hoping to get under your clothes first, but you know.” Dante joked, getting a cold look from you despite the heat rising to your cheeks. “But you know I’m right.” His voice dropped an octave and volume as he got more serious. “You’re wasting time on that sexist prick.” Dante gently tosses the gun aside so he can stroke your cheek. “Break out of this bullshit society… with me.”

Vergil

Nelo Angelo stumbled through the demon world, clutching his head as flashes of… something assaulted his mind. The sight of that amulet had triggered things… memories? It was hard to tell because every time he had a thought and grasped for it, there was a sharp stabbing sensation in his brain that brought him to his knees. He felt ready to pass out, but then the sweetest voice came to bring him back.

“Vergil breath, it's alright, look at me.” You had been told by your father that Vergil had abandoned a fight, and after convincing Mundus not to punish him, you raced to his aid. You held his cheeks, having forced his helmet off, and got him to look up at you. “Look into my eyes, focus on my voice, let everything else go. I’ve got you.” You instructed, caressing his cheeks, warming his cold white skin. His eyes eventually focus on you. His breathing was heavy, and his expression was pathetic: sad, confused, and scared.

“D…Dan- AAAAAGH!” Vergil had attempted to speak, to put to words the vague flashes of memories he was getting, but the curses on him stopped him, causing him great pain.

“Shhhh, shhhh, don’t speak, you’ll just hurt yourself more.” You instructed as you embraced him. “Everything from the past, all those memories, just let them go. They only hurt you both physically and mentally. Focus on the present and,” You grasp his chin and turn his head to face you, “your future with me.” You lean in and give him a gentle, loving kiss. Finally, Nelo Angelo calmed down, and the pain faded away as he abandoned any attempt to remember.

Reboot Vergil

Vergil snaked through the crowd of high-society socialites and greedy pigs attending this yacht party, politely declining conversations with those who just wanted to do business or use him to get to his rich adoptive parents. He has been forced to attend parties like this for years, and though he found them full of false praise and lies, they did have their uses, such as getting closer to you.

“Vergil, you are here.” You greet, immediately turning away from the gaggle of women leeching off your popularity and the men of varying ages trying to get your attention to instead talk to the young billionaire. You were wearing the latest outfit straight off the runway and jewelry that cost more than what most humans in this city make in a year. That’s what is to be expected, though, from the daughter of the most powerful man in the country. Despite all this, your smile and the excitement in your voice at seeing Vergil were genuine and cutely innocent to him. “I was worried you’d stand me up.” You move over to him, and he is quick to take your hand.

“Trust me,” He lifts your hand so he can place a kiss on your knuckles. “I’m only here for you.” He then led you away from the crowd of swooning women and grumpy men who felt entitled to your time and body but were denied. “So tell me, how has life been?”

“Ugh, my dad is so annoying. He is trying to buy this animation company and he keeps making me go to meetings because the old fart who owns it thinks I’m cute. I hate it.” You complain, earning a sympathetic smile and a pat on the arm from Vergil, who also files this information away. He is about to ask for more info when you flop your head against him. “I don’t want to talk about it. Can we just hang out and have fun?”

This was not what Vergil needed, not why he was here, or so he told himself. Yet without hesitation, he squeezed your hand and whispered to you, “of course, dear.”

Nero

Nero made his way out of Fortuna City in his chase after the man in red and found himself in Ferrum Hills, a deserted mining camp. Instead of a quiet, dusty dump, though, Nero was met with burning buildings and the sight of oddly relaxed chatter.

“Jeez, not even a thank you? I turned the gate on for you and everything.” Came a female voice, playful and light, like she was talking to a friend.

“I did not need the aid of a brat like you.” Came a gravely demonic voice, the kind that would make most humans cower in fear.

“Brat?” The woman scoffed. “Excuse me, but who was the one who got to meet dear dad before he bit the dust?” She spoke confidently and jovially, teasing the demonic beast with not a shred of hesitation.

Nero emerged from the cave to finally see the speakers. There stood a massive demon, some sort of centaur hybrid thing with fire spewing out of him like he couldn’t contain it. And sitting sideways on his back, unaffected by said flames, was a demoness looking a lot more humanoid, yet her body radiated just as much, if not more, power. The demons continued to speak as the centaur-like demon walked towards the cave Nero had emerged from. Nero kept walking as well, not speaking at first. The centaur-like demon did not spare him a glance, but the demoness on its back not only noticed him, but gave him a flirtatious smile and wink. This… did something to Nero. There was a rush of excitement, of pride, and a desire to show off.

After walking past the duo, Nero grabbed his sword and, with one powerful spin, created a blast of wind that put out the fires consuming the abandoned buildings around them. The demoness made a surprised, then amused sound. Her little gasp and giggle made Nero’s heart flutter. The voice in his head that had been bothering him for months, the one that always demanded more power, growled in satisfaction. This rush made Nero try even harder to show off, shooting out jokes and mocking comments to the centaur-like demon and showing his strength by stopping the large demonic blade with his own. The centaur-like demon, whom he learned was named Berial, did not take well to the mockery, not that that mattered to Nero. All he cared about was the demoness, gaining her attention and seeing the little sparks of attraction and amusement in her.

Eventually, Berial declared a fight.

“Alright, mister big man, show your brat of a sister how it's done.” The demoness said as she hopped off Berial’s back and onto the roof of a building. She walked along them, making her way to the cliff overlooking the small town. As she passed Nero, she blew him a kiss. “Good luck.”

Nero’s heart jumped, and his blood rushed south. The voice in his head screamed out.

“Yes! Fight! Win! Claim mate!”

Nero fought, working extra hard to make sure he looked like he wasn’t, and he did succeed in the first two demands.  The last one, well… that was a true battle.

V

You walk into your bedroom to find your love exactly where you left him.  Not that it was a surprise since you made sure he did not have the energy to escape, but it still made your stomach do flips.

“Good evening, my dear poet.” You say as you gratefully make your way to the bed and sit down on its edge.

V's eyes slowly opened and he weakly breathed out “songbird?” He was so pale and the cracks in his skin were hair-thin but numerous. “Please, I need to find Urizen, I need to join with him.” V tried to lift his hand to you but could barely get it off the mattress. You were quick to scoop it up, though.

“Oh darling, that’s what I came to tell you. Urizen is dead, my father and I destroyed him.” You smiled proudly, your excitement for this not dampening the slightest when V’s eyes widened in shock and he started to tremble.

“W-what? No, that can’t be. I need to become whole again before-“

“You ARE whole.” You cut in, a flash of anger hitting you at his continued insistence that he was not perfect. “So hush now.” You stroke V’s cheeks, who tries to pull away from you, but he does not have the strength to do more than tremble and close his eyes. “You don’t need that mindless beast; you have me to take care of you. We are making a new quiloth fruit as we speak, and with that, you will be right as rain, ready for our wedding and for you to rule with me.

Sparda

Sparda led the march, as he always did when King Mundus was not present, yet his mind was far away, left in the human world as he thought back to the people he had slain there. His heart hovered somewhere between his home and a world of weak innocence. Was this truly what he wanted? Was this to be his legacy, a bloodthirsty warrior for a tyrannical ruler? Sparda had enjoyed such luxuries, opulence, and pleasures for his work, yet now they all seemed like stolen gifts drenched in blood.

The march home was long, but it gave him time to think about his past actions, his current feelings, and how it would effect his future. And in the end, he knew what he must do. He had to stop this, stop his King and friend whoh was never satisfied.

“Sparda!” The sound of your excited call and the vision of you running out of the castle broke him out of his train of thought. Your dress swished around you as you ran down a couple steps before you leapt off them, letting your wings carry you the last couple feet to land in his open arms. “You’re home!”

“My princess.” Sparda sighed lovingly as he held you close, pressing your head to his chest so you could hear his racing heart and he could kiss the top of your head. “Oh how I have missed you.”

To be frank, you were the reason he kept coming back to Mundus’ castle and had kept him coming back for so long. Now, though Sparda prayed, he could convince you to leave with him when he put his plan into motion.

[animelovelover123]

hi hi :3 could you write headcanons for dante (og and reboot) + nero with a male partner who is into petplay? thank you!

Pairings: Dante, Reboot Dante, & Nero x Male Reader

Synopsis: Since I had already written a petplay piece that was gender-neutral, instead of doing headcanons, I decided to write out snippets of scenes. This is pretty much just an extended/more in-depth version of Dante, Reboot Dante, and Nero’s headcanons, but specifically with a male reader. These 3 guys also coincidentally were more submissive in my headcanons, so we have a dom reader today!

I’m trying to have reader talk in this one. I’m still not sure about it, but I was rereading some of my older stuff and I had reader talk a bit there and it wasn’t horrible. Then again, that might just be because I unconsciously wrote in my own voice. IDK, tell me what you guys think. Does reader talking a bit bother you, or is it only when reader has a fleshed-out personality and life story?

Disclaimer: Petplay and BDSM are on the more extreme side of intimacy and should be approached maturely. Discuss with your partner, set boundaries and safe words, and do research. Play safe everyone!

Trigger Warnings: kinky slapping your partner, bondage, cage

You’ll Be My Good Boy

Dante

“Bark.” Dante barked in an unusually higher-pitched voice as he flopped down on the couch beside you and buried his face in your lap. He nuzzled your thighs and hand, begging for pets.

“Feeling needy today, huh boy?” You chuckled. Ever since bringing up your interest in petplay, Dante had had fun suddenly springing it on you so he can get affection, comfort, and occasionally a good pounding. It was unclear what his goal was today since when you first started petting him, he lay face down in your lap, taking in slow and deep breaths, and started curling around your legs. Then there was a sudden shift. Dante turned his head so he could press his face against the bulge in your pants. He nuzzled against your soft warmth, sniffed your musk, and mouthed at you. As you leaned back and let him play, Dante growled sensually. Using his canines, he bit your zipper and pulled it down. “Impatient boy.” You said, making Dante smirk up at you, your zipper still between his teeth, and wiggled his brow suggestively.

You let him have his fun, get it out of his system, so he will be more relaxed and less guarded. As he knelt on the floor at your feet, naked aside from both your cum painting his skin, arms wrapped around one of your legs as he nuzzled you and made happy purrs, you finally asked.

“Now that my good boy has gotten to play, does he want to tell me what’s bothering him?”

Dante visibly deflated. He turned his head away from you and pressed more of his weight into you. You could practically see his imaginary tail and ears droop as he goes quiet for a moment.

“Not really,” Dante said, shaking his head against your leg. “Can you just…”

“Sure.” You fill in the quiet with your answer. You return to petting his now-damp hair. “You’re all dirty now, pup.” Your voice returns to a more cheerful tone. “Master is going to give you a bath and pamper you.”

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This started as a more depressing story, but what I had written was boring, so I deleted it and went for a more sexy story. But then I still really wanted to show a more caring, comforting side of pet play, so I kind of mixed the stories. Because this is short, the change does seem jarring, I know, but I think I did okay with what I had.

Reboot Dante

“So, like, is it true you're gay now?”

“I swing both ways. Why limit myself when I've got chicks like you two around?”

“Hehe, that's so hot. Makes me wanna see what you’ve learned from that boyfriend of yours.”

“Ya. You’ll play with us, won’t you, Dante? You’re bi so, like, you can have both.”

“That’s not how it works. Being bi doesn't mean I cheat. But that doesn't mean the 4 of us can’t have a little… party.”

Dante smirks both with pride and amusement at how easily he can make the pair of bimbos squeal and fawn over him. However, the moment you finally get out of work, his focus snaps to you and stays there.

“Babe.” He greets, pulling away from the cackling hens to wrap an arm around your neck and go in for a kiss. But you don’t let him put his lips on you, instead shooting him a disapproving, angry look that lets him know he was in trouble for the scene you just walked in on. “What’s with the pout? Hey!” Dante shouts when you pull away and start storming down the street. He trails after you, not even sparing a word to the women. “What’s with you? I was just messing around. It’s not like I touched them or agreed to anything. You gotta get that stick out of your ass.” Dante kept talking to you as you speed-walked home, but you didn't respond. You let Dante chase you and have a one-way conversation until you reach your place.

You slipped inside, leaving the door open for him to also enter, and made your way to a certain drawer in your bedroom.

“Look, can you ju–” Dante was cut off when you suddenly whip around and latch his collar, with already attached leash, around his neck. He was barely able to get out a “What the fuck?” before you go on the attack. You move around him and try to wrap a belt around his wrists, but Dante fights back.

There is shoving, swearing, and attempts to pin each other. The fight is rough, but not truly violent because Dante knows he could easily win. He had his strength and the weapons he could summon, not to mention the safe word, but then he wouldn’t get the rush of adrenaline that came with wrestling you. The way you pull his hair, yank on his collar, rip off his clothes, pin him down and straddle him, god it got him so fucking hard.

Then came the sharp slap across his cheek and your voice, dripping in arousal and triumph, calling him a “bad boy”, that made his cock twitch.

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This ended up with not as much petplay, but that's because my version of Reboot Dante wouldn’t really be into it. I hope you still like it. I was tempted to write a more detailed struggle scene, but this part was already longer than the other two and that made me feel bad. ^^;

Nero

Nero sat curled up in his cage, breathing slowly and flexing his hands that stung a bit from the struggle he put up. It was always like this, his tough surface personality would rage and fight, but eventually he always breaks down into his soft, needy side that only you get to see.

“Have you finished throwing a fit?” You ask as you reenter the playroom, filling it with light from the other room for a moment before plunging it back into the dim light. Nero had stopped thrashing around a couple of minutes ago, so you were here to continue the roleplay or end it if Nero asked for it. That wouldn’t be necessary, though, because Nero’s head shot up, eyes wide, a smile on his red face. If they were real, the dog ears on his head would have cutely sprung up from a sad droop too.

“Master.” Nero breathed. “Yes, I’m done. Sorry for freaking out.” Nero shifted into a crawl so he could move to the wall of the cage you were walking towards.

“It’s alright, baby boy, we all have our moments.” You crouch down to be on his level. “But I am so proud of you for calming down so quickly.” You reach through the bars to give his now-damp hair a stroke, dragging your nails along his scalp in a pleasant scratch. His eyes flutter closed, and he leans into your comforting touch. “I think you deserve a reward.”

Nero’s eyes slowly open and he looks up at you curiously as you stand. His gaze darts down to your hands when they reach for your belt. Nero’s heart jumped, a rush of excitement and arousal flashed through his eyes.

“Oh shit, yes please.” Nero shifted onto his knees and pressed his face up against the cage bars, opening his mouth wide and letting his tongue lol out in eager anticipation for his treat.

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I wanted an extreme version of petplay, and with the option of boys given to me, Nero ended up being our representative.

[animelovelover123]

Hi!!!! Could you please write something vergil/reader where the reader comforts vergil? It can be comfort to fluff. I barely see any vergil fanfics and most of them are either smut or angst 😭

I would really appreciate it, have a nice day!

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

This one was challenging because I don’t like writing about what the reader says or does in detail, as it can lead to readers feeling like, “I wouldn’t say/do that.” Therefore, this became a lot more introspective. Sorry if that is not what you wanted.

Also, I assumed you meant OG Vergil because usually when someone wants Reboot, they will specify that. I am making Reboot Vergil comfort headcanons soon for another person so look out for that if I fucked up on the Vergil too.

Comforting a Broken Man

Though it was sad, it was not surprising to anyone when they noticed that Vergil had disappeared from the backyard barbecue party. Being his lover, Dante asked you to go check on his brother, even if the others at the party jokingly declared that the stick in his ass made it impossible for Vergil to hang out for long. Like a routine, you entered Devil May Cry, ascended the stairs, and knocked on Vergil’s bedroom door to check on him.

When the quiet of his room was broken by even a simple knock, Vergil’s hand snapped to his blade and his heightened senses searched for signs of what demon was there to fight. Quickly, though, he picked up on your familiar power and scent, and his tense body was able to relax back into the bay window bench.

“You of all people need not knock,” Vergil told you, which was his signal that you could enter. Despite saying this, he knew exactly why you knocked; he had just proved your unspoken reason, and he hated it. He hated that he reacted this way, that his first instinct was that everything was out to kill him, and he hated how you knew of his weakness. “What are you doing here? You should be out there with the others.” Vergil’s gaze turned back to the large windows overlooking the backyard where his… where people were having a pleasant gathering. “You should be enjoying the sun and conversation with the others.” Vergil could not bring himself to call them friends and family; he didn’t deserve that. Just as he did not deserve your kind words and gentle approach. Even when you were trying to get closer, he unconsciously shifted his body to plant one foot on the bench, putting a barrier between you and him. Most would probably see this and assume he was showing his dislike, but you seemed to see the fear in the action, which made Vergil love you more.

You sat down, letting Vergil’s bent leg stand between you two, not trying to break down the walls around his heart but waiting patiently for them to fall on their own. You stayed by his side and talked casually about the party, the others, what you had been up to, what was on his mind, and it all felt… strange to Vergil. Initially, his mind brushed off the useless chatter as there were more important things to do and think about. That line of thought only lasted a few seconds, though; a new personal record that he had found shrinking ever since getting trapped in the underworld with his brother for that short time after cutting down the Qliphoth’s roots. You had expedited this process by simply speaking with him. It should be boring, useless bramble that did not affect the world at large of either of your goals, so why was he listening intently to your explanation of the funny and annoying events in your life? Why were his lips twisting up into a gentle smile? Why was he engaging in conversation? Why was his foot coming off the bench? Why did a small part of him want to cry?

“Is this what they call ‘domestication’?” Vergil suddenly asked, interrupting your quiet cuddles. You had moved and shifted closer to him until you were pressed against him without invitation or Vergil noticing, just like you always do. Even though you were lounging across the bench, making your head come to Vergil’s chest, Vergil was not a cushion being leaned on. It was more like he was curled around you, his arms around your middle, his legs tangled with yours, and his head resting on yours. It was comforting, like when he would hug plush animals in his childhood, a sensation he had been craving for longer than he had experienced. When you tilt your head to look up at him, making him raise his head, and he sees your calm expression, a smile with no hidden pain or malice, that tear finally crept up.

Quickly, Vergil swooped down to capture your lips, with both reasons of needing affection and hiding the tear being equally as shameful to him. Despite his pride actively crumbling, Vergil could not stop the small sigh that bordered on a whimper escaping his lips through the kiss or how he pulled you closer so he could bury his face in your neck after. His grip got tighter, almost a bit painful, as he clung to you.

The sound of a ball thunking against the bay window broke the intimate bubble surrounding you two, making Vergil reach for Yamato again. Looking back out over the yard, you and Vergil saw Dante looking up at you two and waving a few skewers.

“Yo!” Dante shouted, though it was muffled because the window was closed. Shifting his body, but also refusing to let you go, Vergil was able to open one of the windows.

“You have enough debt as it is, brother, don’t go breaking your already decrepit house.”

Dante scoffs. “I wanted to offer you some food so you don’t wither away. I made those skewers you liked when we were kids.”

“Did you burn them like when we were kids as well?” Vergil teased, though with how close you were pressed up against him, you could see how his smile grew a bit in response to Dante’s memory and effort.

“At least I didn’t serve raw chicken.” Dante shot back before turning to Nero, who was currently playfully arguing with Nico about something. As they had a quick chat, you could feel Vergil tense up, afraid. Not of Nero’s strength, though. Your touch and kind words helped ease the strain, even when Nero grabbed the skewers, sprouted his spectral wings, and flew up to the open window.

“Here, special delivery,” Nero said, trying to sound casual, but there was strain in his voice.

“Thank you,” was all Vergil could say as he accepted the skewers, feeling unable and unworthy to say more. The thickness of the air felt like it was filling his lungs, drowning him in thoughts and memories. Before he could dive too deep, though, he felt you nudge him. He glanced down at you, and all you had to do was make a couple of motions for him to get what you were suggesting. It took another moment of looking into your loving, determined, and reassuring eyes for him to gain the courage to actually do it. “Would you like one, Nero?” Vergil handed you one quickly, then offered one back out of the window towards Nero, who was still hovering. “It is one of my favourites since childhood.” Vergil’s hand was shaking slightly, but Nero did not notice or just didn’t comment. Instead, Nero gave a little smile and took it.

“Um… sure, thanks.” There was another awkward pause, though this time it was filled by Nero. “I, uh, didn’t take you for a skewer guy. What’s so good about these?”

It was awkward and tense, but it was the start of one of the longest casual conversations Nero and Vergil ever had, and Vergil was only able to get through it because you were there with him.

[animelovelover123]

Sorry, I have a bad memory and can't find the post, but are you still taking requests 🥹

You aren't crazy, I deleted the post asking for requests when I started working on a bigger project.

You can still send in your ideas, I'd love to hear them. Just keep in mind that I only write when I feel inspired (because if I force myself it comes out shity) so it may take weeks or months for it to be filled, or it may never get filled.

[animelovelover123]

yandere Virgil with a fairy/goddess who healed him after a big fight. On the brink of death

MY Guardian Angel

Pairings: Vergil & Reboot Vergil x Reader

Synopsis: I wasn’t sure which Vergil you wanted, so I did both. Also, I wanted to do both, lol.

Trigger Warnings: kidnapping, imprisonment, mutilation, forced motherhood, choking

Vergil

Vergil wanted to say he remembered your first meeting, remembered falling for you, but he did not. His memory of fighting Mundus was already hazy. He could not with 100% certainty declare what swing, stab, pain, blood, or flash in his mind was real. Even the brilliant flash of light that swept him away from the losing battle, he could not remember its timing, source, feel, or existence. That did not matter, though, not at the moment. He would rest, train, and recover his strength before properly battling Mundus. What was important, no matter how clear his memories were, was what came after, was you. It was the sound of your panicked yet gentle voice, the feeling of your hands and magic working to ease and heal his injuries, the sight of your wings fluttering and bending in ways that gave away your feelings like a dogs tail, and the way his heart called out for another in a way he has not felt since the fire beyond the tree.

Vergil’s fortunes since have been remarkably good, perhaps retribution for that night. You had escaped with him to Fortuna through one of the several Hell Gates on the island, a place Vergil had once visited and knew of the weak, cult-like mentality of the humans there. With the people of Fortuna treating Sparda like a god, Vergil easily became their monarch and new god once he proved that he was their Saviour’s heir. Vergil never had a desire for this kind of power, to control the actions and hearts of a bunch of sheep that were helpless without their lord’s orders. They did have their uses, though.

“My Lord,” Greeted the captain of the Holy Knight, who, after knocking and requesting permission to enter, knelt in the doorway of Vergil’s study in Fortuna Castle, the very one Sparda lived in for a time. “The knight I sent has returned with proof that the target has been located and eliminated discreetly.”

“Understood.” Vergil acknowledged, though he did not turn away from the window at which he stood. “Not a word of this shall be spoken again by anyone.” Vergil declared, his voice, as usual, dull and cold, masking his relief that the loose thread was dealt with.

“Yes, My Lord.” The captain stood and saluted Vergil's back. “For the Saviour and his glorious son, I thank you.” He left, closing the door gently behind him so as not to disturb the one in the study with Vergil.

There was a pause, a quiet moment where Vergil breathed slowly, absorbing the information he was given and what it meant, the freedom it offered. When he finally spoke, his voice was imperceptibly softer and kinder.

“Is it not wonderful, my little warrior?” Vergil turned from the window to gaze down into the antique bassinet where a little infant boy lay gazing up at his father quizzically. “That woman may have served her purpose for the time and given me a glorious gift, but she quickly became an obstacle,” Vergil said as he reached out to stroke the infant’s soft cheek. The baby boy, still too young to have full control of his body, flailed his limbs in response and growled happily, hinting at the latent demon power buried within him, power that Vergil would help him use once he was older. For now, though, Vergil had something more important to do. “Now, let us go see your mother.”

Vergil lifted the little one out of the bassinet and held him to his chest. As they walked through the castle halls, passing guards and maids who bowed before him, Vergil’s expression remained stoic while he subtly used his demonic powers to trigger his chest and rumble it like a purring cat to soothe his son, which worked as always. Once reaching his destination, Vergil walked in and cracked a small smile as he saw you. It didn’t matter that you were on your knees in chains after another of your violent outbreaks, the doors and windows of your opulent yet dishevelled room having magical barriers keeping you in, and the remains of your wings batting weakly after being clipped.

“My dearest fairy,” Vergil greeted as he approached you, unperturbed by whatever your reaction was. “I have a wondrous gift for you, a new role to fill your life when I am not here to hold you. You are now the mother of my son. We are truly a family now.”

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I will be honest, I love writing creepy stuff sometimes, and I tried to do that here. I was trying to have this kind of uncomfortable mix of sweet and disturbing, going back and forth between the two.

Reboot Vergil

[Note: I highly suggest you play or watch Vergil’s Downfall before reading this because 1. this will spoil you and 2. you will be very confused if you don’t.]

When Vergil first saw you, he thought you might be his mother, as he could hear her voice, or the statue of the angel beside his family grave that he had collapsed onto in his dying moments. Instead, you explained to him that you were a goddess of sorts, there to help him. At first, Vergil didn’t trust you. He was in hell after all, dead, or so he was told, and had just suffered a painful betrayal by his only living family left. No matter how gentle your voice, how genuine your care seemed, or how ethereal your beauty, Vergil could not trust you. He couldn’t trust anyone.

That didn’t stop him from craving you, though, your presence. You made him feel sane, felt like he was worth something, and wasn’t hated. You were leading him through this dark world and towards the light, the tether that was trying too hard to keep hold of him, despite these dark apparitions of Kat, Dante, and even himself attacking him with scathing insults and accusations. Even as he killed each vision, each remnant of his heart holding him back, you stayed with him, tried to convince him that things would be better, that he was better. And you were right…

“I brought you into this world, gave you love. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” His mother asked, pleaded. Not that it mattered to him. “Where’s your heart?” She asked as tears began to trickle down her pale cheeks. Crocodile tears for all Vergil was concerned.

“I no longer have one mother.”

This moment was the beginning of a new life for him, one of power and control. He would no longer be held back by liars and those who would abandon him. He turned away from his weeping and pleading mother, giving her one last goodbye before going to the desert plain. There he could see it, his heart and the last of its light being snuffed out. There you were looking up at your failure, at how the light you had been trying to grow disappeared. And there was his double, the one that showed him the path to the truth and to real power. Now he stood in the way, though, a thief who had something that belonged to him. So he struck him down, just like all the others, and took from him all the power he could.

Now it was just the two of you. You can cry, scream, argue, tell him again what you hoped to do, no matter what you do, he will not waver.

“I know what it is I must do now, what I need to do,” Vergil said as he stalked closer to you, towering over your kneeling form, the dark aura around his white body creating a shadow over you. “I don’t need a heart, love, trust, those are the illusions, the lies told and abandoned.” Vergil bent down and leaned over you, crowding you, forcing you to lie down on the sand below. “The only thing that matters is power. I need more power.” His hands, now ice cold, wrap around your neck and start to squeeze, pressure being added gradually with no hesitation or stopping, no matter how you struggle. “The power to take what is rightfully mine.”

Your consciousness was fading fast, and in a desperate fight for life, your body acted on instinct and sent Vergil back. Not simply away from you, but back into his body in the real world. This only angered Vergil, giving him a rush of power that he intended to use against the approaching army of demons. When those creatures instead bowed down to him, his path became clear once more. He has gained power and will continue to gain more as he hunts down and takes out those who betrayed him. It also gives him time to set up a suitable cage for you. Your escape has just delayed the inevitable.

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I realized while writing the last paragraph that if you haven’t played/watched Vergil’s Downfall (DLC for DmC: Devil May Cry), then you would have no fucking clue what is going on in this story, lol. Sorry about that.

Anyway, I was really trying to lean into the who broken-mind of Vergil during Vergil's Downfall, and it kind of made the writing messing purposely. Not sure if that adds to the story or just makes it hard to read though ^^;

[animelovelover123]

hi!! I love your dmc x reader series :3

can I request for the guys x a gn reader who's into pet play?

As someone who loves to be pet and nuzzles people and likes to cuddle and be babied, this made me happy. ^^

Pairings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, Nero, & V x Reader

Disclaimer: Pet play, especially to the extent shown in this fic, may not be for everyone and requires a lot of connection and consent between participants. Have fun with this story but also be sure to stay safe IRL!

Trigger Warnings: bdsm, mentions of past trauma from enslavement

Naughty Boys~ (DMC Boys Pet Play)

Dante

Oh boy was he excited.

Dante went about it casually, like it was all a fun game.

He would break character sometimes, and when you did, he wouldn’t complain.

He didn’t need fancy equipment, though he would not be against it if you offered it.

He took to the game right away. The first time you tell him “down boy”, he squats down, lifts his arms and droops his hands, and woofs for you with a big, amused smile.

Sometimes he would do it or want you to do it, not for sex, but just to mess around. You could be doing some chore, and he will walk up behind you and start petting you and saying in an exaggerated cutesy voice, “Who’s a good pet? You are, yes you are~”.

In general, though, he prefers to play the pet.

This grown ass man will flop on his back over your lap as a request for tummy rubs.

He will turn to mush if you give his shaggy hair a good scratch.

He likes rubbing up on you, whether he is nuzzling into the crook of your neck, scratching you with his stubble, or grinding against you so you can feel how hard he is already.

When it comes to sex, he is happy to switch. He’ll grab the chain attached to your collar and use it to make your back arch so he can kiss you while he fucks into you. But if you want him to be submissive he will lay down face first, raise his bare ass, and gladly wag his tail for you.

He isn’t really interested in humiliation, aside from a little teasing around friends, and severe punishments are hard for him to dish out. He can take a beating, though.

What he enjoys about pet play is the comfort and trust connected to it. Being trusted by and trusting in you felt good, safe, comforting, things he had not felt most of his life.

Reboot Dante

When the idea of pet play first comes up, Dante immediately thinks of the extreme side of roleplay. He remembers seeing rich people in BDSM clubs with men and/or women in full bodysuits crawling around them, held close by chains, refusing to brake character and acting like horny slaves willing to be someone’s footrest.

He refuses to do that shit. He isn’t one to listen to authority, and having someone act pathetic is not attractive to him.

You’ll have to ease him in with cat/dog ear headbands and sexy bunny suits.

Over time, he starts relaxing and plays around with the idea a bit.

One activity he enjoys is spraying you with water when you have “been bad”, which is pretty much whenever you wear this, light clothing that clings to or reveals your skin if wet.

He also starts getting a bit into the BDSM side of things, mainly collars, leashes, and handcuffs. Despite being a guy always seeming in control, too cool to be held back, he likes the struggle.

He’ll tell you to “fuck off with that shit” if you try to bring it up outside of your home, and even sometimes in your home, but you calling him a bad boy while yanking on the collar around his neck, choaking him a bit, and smack him with your hand or a riding crop gets him going.

It turns him on being punished a bit and seeing you in a dominant role, and it makes things even more exciting when, despite your attempts to control him, he becomes feral and takes what he wants.

Vergil

Initially, he is hesitant. The idea of you or him being chained and ordered around brings back memories of torture and enchanted armour being fused onto his skin.

You will need some patience, but you can ease him into it with actions like nuzzling him, purring, growling, and acting a bit more needy.

The largest hurdle is him using physical restraints on you. A collar with a tag marking you as his is fine, though a bit uncomfortable, but putting a leash on it makes his stomach churn. Muzzles, especially those that restrict your speaking and breathing, are out of the question.

His comfort level ends up being the simpler side of pet play, like fake ears, tail butt plugs, and you making noises relevant to your preferred animal.

Vergil refuses to play the part of the pet. It is beneath him and humiliating. No, he will never serve under another again.

If you try to force it, such as trying to act dominant or stealthily latching a collar or ears onto him while he sleeps, he will see it as a challenge.

He will assert power over the situation and easily break out of whatever restrains you try to put on him.

If he is in a particular mood, though, he will become a beast.

Reboot Vergil

He is a bit shocked at first, considering you were both working towards freeing humans from being slaves to demons, but the part of him that intended to rule alongside his brother enjoyed it. He’ll put up the facade of hesitating, but he quickly gets into it.

With his wealth and access to black markets, he will get you the most extravagant and detailed equipment. Muzzles, body suits, moving electronic tails and ears, whatever you desire to be his perfect pet. He will also spare no expense on your “playroom”. Whether you want a human-sized cat tree, a cage, or a tank to swim around in, he will do it.

And in return, he expects you to be a loyal, obedient, devoted pet.

He wants you to worship him and his body. Lick his boot, beg for his cock, present your body because it belongs to him now.

Alternatively, you being the master and him being a pet… he isn’t as interested in that. He will try though, for you.

He is a bit hesitant in the role. When you tell him “down” for the first time, he only sinks to his knees. When you tell him to speak for the first time, he speaks in English. When you clarify that you want him to speak like a pet, he says the word “bark”. He does not actually bark, just says the word in a confused tone.

It takes a bit for you to teach him how to be a good pet and for him to let go of his proper and professional attitude.

Truthfully, he is not a fan of being fully animalistic. Crawling around, speaking only in sounds, playing games like fetch, these were things he only did when you asked for it, otherwise, he avoided them.

He preferred to be more like a bodyguard or butler. He likes greeting you when you get home, serving your needs until you come undone under him and he can take control as the alpha.

This roleplay has also opened his eyes to a new kink for him, biting.

Nero

Nero, like most new things, bristles at the idea initially. He struggles to be honest with himself and his desires.

You will have to kind of trick him into it, acting like you are desperate to try, so he has an excuse to do it but “not be happy about it”.

If asked to be the master, he will cooperate and try his best, but it isn’t really to his taste. He does not have a lot of patience, and when he is in control, he rarely is able to keep the foreplay going. He gets that you might want to act cute, get ordered around, prance or bark or whatever, but he is so horny that he can’t take it.

Everything changes, though, when he gets put in a cage.

You in a cage doesn’t change much as, again, he gets impatient to feel your body, so he rips the door open after only a few minutes, if you're lucky at least.

Him in a cage, though, that was different. His desperation to touch you is still there, but now he can’t get to you unless you allow it, leaving him a begging, needy mess.

“Please baby, let me out, let me touch you. I need you. I’ll be good, I promise.”

He follows as closely as he can to you when you walk around the cage.

He will take anything. Telling him to play with himself, making him reach through the bars to feel your scorching folds, pressing his open mouth against the cage bars so you can slide your prick into him, he’ll do it.

And the longer you make him wait, the more whiny and desperate he gets.

If you push him enough, usually by leaving the room while he is trapped in the cage, you can get him to this distressed point of crying while fucking you like he was a starving man and all he needed to live was your body against his.

It may seem cruel, and Nero is quite exhausted after a night like that, but a couple weeks later, he is hinting that he wants to be put back in his cage.

V

V is willing to try anything, to explore the many facets of love, passion, and pleasure.

He would rather you start so you can demonstrate what exactly makes your heart sing. If you have no specifics in mind, or are too shy to divulge, he does not mind starting the journey and adjusting the path in whatever way your and his pleasure leads.

He ends up preferring the more performative side of the roleplay.

He makes up a persona for himself, picking not just an animal but the specific breed and preferences as the animal. He would enjoy it if you did the same.

For him, he sees himself as a Friesian stallion, black, thin, long mane that partly covers his eyes, rare and nearly extinct. He thinks it fits him quite well.

He is willing to play other roles if you really want him to, though the typical cat and dog roles were not to his liking, as it reminded him too much of Shadow.

As a stallion, specifically for shows as he likes to imagine, he enjoys being cared for. Having his hair brushed is his favourite, while more sensual activities like being bathed by you and trained were in a league of their own.

As for accessories, he finds blinders (which were just a blindfold for the sake of your play) to be an exhilarating way to keep the submissive half on edge and overly sensitive to every little sound and touch. 

Having a bit strapped on was also an item that, though not always present, added intensity to the lovemaking.

Then there was the horse crop that, though it had to be used sparingly as he had a generally weak disposition, always had him quivering.

When he is the master, he treats you much the same as he would like to be treated.

He wants to pamper you, groom you, teach you tricks,

And if you misbehave, he has plenty of devilishly alluring ways to make you submit.

[animelovelover123]

(also cant recall if i specified in my last ask but i would like for the headcanons to be dante x male reader 😭😭😭)

You did, lol. Heads up, I am working on a gender neutral petplay headcanon set right now. After I am done that I will make a separate one for specifically male reader and the characters you asked for. Sorry for the wait ^^;

[animelovelover123]

Hi love u sm so glad I found u on AO3 and tnx for sharing ur Tumblr!!!! I love ur dmc reboot works sm and I'm so glad there are still reboot fics lol 😋👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

Oh my gosh hi, welcome! Thanks for making the trip over, lol. I love the reboot boys too and though I know their aren't tons, I try to keep the fire alive. (`へ´*)ノ

[animelovelover123]

Hii! So I’m new to writing requests, but would you like to write headcanons about Sparda boys + V (if you’d like but not necessarily) reacting to their love interest wearing their clothes? Anyway I hope you’re having a nice day! :)

DMC - Wearing His Clothes

Pairings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, Nero, & V x Reader

Synopsis: One thing that I kind of struggled with in this one is being vague about reader’s body shape. When people hear the concept of “stealing boyfriend’s clothes”, typically the first image that comes to mind is a girl wearing a hoodie too big for her. But not everyone/everyone's OC is a petite female. I didn’t want to exclude men, fluffy people, muscular people, curvy people, etc, so I have to keep things vague.

I originally planned to write out scenes, but I feel like the reaction of the boys, generally, would change depending on how their partner fits their clothes, so instead I did this. Hope it’s okay ^^;

Dante

Dante will say that you're just trying to entice him or tease you that you are too lazy to do laundry, not that he exactly has the right to talk.

What he does not admit, though, is how much he loves seeing you in his clothes.

It can be sexy, like when you wear something of his that is tight on you or revealing, like the coat he wore when he was first setting up shop, but more often it is comforting.

There is a sweet domesticity to you wearing his clothes. Whether they are tight on you, too big, fit well or are a bit awkward on your body, you wearing his things makes your relationship feel so much stronger than it has ever felt before.

What is yours is mine, and mine is yours, that's a marriage thing, right?

It’s hard for Dante to explain or understand, but if he had to sum it up in one sentence, he would say that you wearing his clothes makes him feel like you care and want to stick with him for a long time. And with his track record with loved ones, you staying with him is all he needs.

Reboot Dante

Dante pretty much always assumes that you wearing his clothes is an invitation for sex.

When he comes home to find you wearing a pair of his pants must mean you missed him and want him in your pants ASAP.

You wearing his coat out and about must mean you are staking a claim on him and want him to show everyone who he belongs to.

You slip his shirt on after sex must mean you're raring to go again.

And you know, you wearing his jacket while you fuck, maybe even give you unloaded Ebony and Ivory to hold and point at him with, now that sounds like and fucking amazing night.

Vergil

Vergil does not own that many clothes, so when you take some of his, he is not very impressed.

More often than not, he will tell you to give them back and to wear your own clothes, they actually look good on you unlike his thick, heavy, armored clothes.

Despite this, if he sees you trembling from the cold or fear of demons, he is quick to shrug off his coat and drape it around your shoulders. He’ll even insist on buttoning it up if your body shape allows it.

And you have also woken up from a few impromptu naps to find his coat draped over you like a blanket. If you try to call him sweet or something of the like for doing that, though, he will brush it off as you being incompetent and helpless without him.

Reboot Vergil

Vergil’s clothes are almost all tailor made so no matter what, they are not going to fit you properly. They are going to bunch up and be strained in odd places.

Vergil thinks that, though on the rare occasion ill-fitting clothes works for you, more often than not they make you look frumpy, which is a shame because you are attractive, but that doesn't come through in his own clothes.

He would rather you wear your own clothes.

However, if you really are determined to wear his clothes, and for some reason his loose pajamas are not enough, he will invest in some stretchier articles of clothing, like a turtleneck winter sweater, that can fit pretty much any body type. He can make it work, and the aura of joy and comfort you exude when you confiscate it is worth it.

Nero

Before Nero awakens his demon side, he has the typical response of seeing someone wear your clothes without warning or reason; a bit annoyed, confused why you can’t wear your own stuff, but also doesn't see it as that big of a deal as long as you give it back and don’t wreck it. At most, he may think it's a bit cute or hot, depending on how you fill it out, but all that will do is make him blush and look away.

Once his demon side comes in, things start to change.

His sense of smell gets stronger, and you wearing his clothes makes your scents mix together in this perfect way. It was similar to the scent created when the two of you cuddled the morning after sex. It is the smell of comfort, peace, and love.

It is also a mark of connection. When you wore his clothes, humans could see, and demons could smell, that he was your partner. And if they knew anything about him, they knew it was also a warning to not get too close to you.

Nero unconsciously makes a habit of rotating through a few choice tops and leaving them out on the couch or a counter. Somewhere you will find it, somewhere it can beckon you to put it on so you both can feel that connection a bit more.

V

V has a particular style that, though not really good for borrowing and lazing around in, is more suited for social events or simply wanting to be more fashionable. As such, permission is more often requested, or you ask where a specific article of clothing or accessory is because it would complete your outfit.

V enjoys this aspect of your relationship. There was a sense of pride in you liking his clothing and accessories enough to want to borrow them, and it was fun styling outfits together.

And couples outfits, though being a delicate balance, were something you two pulled off amazingly.

V also wishes to borrow some of your clothes and accessories, if that is alright with you. Even if your style is completely different from his, working it into his outfit can be a fun challenge.

And every time he sees you wearing his clothes, especially one of his rings, he thinks about how badly he wants to get you that one, specially made ring and slip it onto your finger.

[animelovelover123]

Maybe a full scenario of the first time with V? What positions would he use, etc

I do have this. I'm not sure how to go much further without describing what you (reader) are doing which I don't like doing. ^^;

[animelovelover123]

yandere v hcs please

Here you go, enjoy ^^

[animelovelover123]

Reboot Dante's Yandere Alphabet

It's finally here! A surprising number of people requested/asked if/hoped that Reboot Dante would be the next DMC boy to get a yandere alphabet. It's good to know the reboot boys still have some fans.

The yandere alphabet I am using is an edited version of one made by no gender bee on tumblr. I added missing letters, changed some of the letters/descriptions, and altered some of the grammar (like using Canadian spelling).

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for personal entertainment. If you are reading this, please understand that drawing/writing/reading/imagining things of this nature does NOT equate to desiring or supporting real-world assault.

Trigger Warnings: domestic violence/abuse, non-con elements, manipulation, bullying by spreading rumours

Abuse = Could they ever hurt you physically or mentally? What would be the reason?

Dante will threaten and become violent with you. He knows that you know he has the strength and will to cause a person serious harm or even death. So when you really piss him off, he will raise a hand to you, clench his fists, or put his hand on his gun as a nonverbal threat to get you to stop. He almost never actually hits you. Almost.

On the rare occasion he does strike you, it is always with his hands and never any of his weapons. It was also done on your more durable parts. Your stomach, legs, back, ass, places like that. He does not hit your chest, arms, or face out of anger, though he will do it to a lesser degree during sex.

Both = You are a Yandere too, what’s their reaction?

If you are the kind of person who will beat a chick for flirting with your man, he finds it hot. He will even lead a girl on a bit just to get you upset. Angry sex with you after is always a rush. However, if you try to control him, then you two are going to have a problem. He has spent far too much of his life having people trying to tell him what to do, to control him, to force him to comply with their stupid rules and holier-than-thou mindsets. He’s fought demons, the police, and he sure as hell will fight you. However, despite his attempts, he can’t just go back to being a loner after meeting you, so he’ll come back. He’ll say it is because of his pride, and that is true to an extent, though he will deny it to everyone, including himself, that it is more so because he can’t get enough of you. So instead of cutting you out of his life, he fights fire with fire. He gets more aggressive, more violent, anything to take back some control. He doesn't even want to control you in return, he just wants you to stop acting like you own him.

Crazy = How easy do they enter crazy mode? How do they act when they are in it?

He is surprisingly good at keeping his cool in most situations, or at least acting like he is. He always wants to seem like a cool guy who doesn’t care what other people say or do because he knows he can take them in a fight. He isn’t even threatened by people claiming they can take you from him romantically because he knows he is better in every way; he is the only one who can make you scream so perfectly every night. His chill will start to melt over time if someone keeps bothering him, but that usually presents as his cruel jabs becoming literal threats or a few thrown fists. What gets to him the quickest is someone or something threatening or attempting to take you in a literal sense. Kidnapping, assault, killing, these are the things that will flip his switch. He isn’t afraid to draw his weapons or even take a life if it means keeping you safe. And if an enemy attempts to hurt you and is successful, Dante’s devil trigger will take over, and no one but you will live past that moment.

Difference = When can you notice a difference in behaviour in them? What are the first signs that their love for you is unhealthy?

Dante is a strange mix of being dependent on you while also wanting to be unattached and independent. When at the club, he is relaxed knowing he has the best girl in the place, and anyone who oversteps him can be beaten down verbally or physically. And if you step out of line, he knows how to get you back in it.

Yet when it's just you two, he feels… vulnerable. He hasn't had a normal life or relationship since he was 6 years old and is stuck between telling himself he is fine on his own and clinging to you like a lost child. One day, when you consider moving, he is insistent on you staying in the city or he comes with you, the next he disappears for a couple of days, and then he reappears acting like nothing happened.

Enjoy = Do they enjoy what they’re doing to you, your life and the people around you? Do they show it?

Kind of, ya. He likes winning, showing people up, pissing people off and getting away with it.

There are moments where he regrets his actions, like if you have a mental breakdown or flinch away from him when he moves. These are moments of clarity where he questions who and what he is.

Force = What, if any, kinds of things will they force on you? Isolating from friends and family? Going on dates? Physical affection and/or sexual acts?

Being unemployed, he often gets bored and so will find you. Even if you are hanging out with friends or are doing something, he will insert himself and push your other responsibilities away. Fuck these people, your errands, and your job. Hanging out with him is a lot more fun, right? Surprisingly enough, he is more respectful when you are with your family, assuming you get along with them and he dosen’t feel the need to rescue you from their bullshit. He won’t stick around, but he won't intrude either.

As for intimacy, he will, though without really intending to. He doesn’t come at you with the goal of assaulting or manipulating you into it, but he does by pushing the topic and boundaries, and naturally being an intimidating person. He will do things that he thinks are sexy and swave, like pinning you to a wall and telling you to “keep that pritty mouth shut and enjoy it or I’ll shut it for you” (refuring to kisses or a blowjob), but it comes out like a real threat. It doesn’t make it okay, but that is his mindset.

Gross = What is something they think is really romantic/sweet but is actually horrifying?

Rejecting other women publicly and harshly. He will even get someone's attention and maybe flirt with them a bit to make them think they have a chance, just so he can cruelly and blatantly turn them down. He lets everyone in the vasinity know that this chick was nothing but a two-bit whore who would never look even half as good as his girl, you, with all the surgary in the world. Maybe he’ll throw a drink on her, trip her, rip her clothes to expose the “slut”.

He thinks it is a romantic gesture, a way to show his loyalty to you and how much better you are than others. He also finds it a bit funny.

Hide = How easy is it to hide from them?

This city is big, he is but one man, and threatening people into telling him whether they had seen you or not only gets him so far. When he meets Vergil and becomes part of The Order, he has a lot more resources to track you down. Access to security cameras, documentation like bank transactions, and a network of people to find you. Until then, though, he has literally all day and night to follow your trail. And with each passing hour you stay out of sight, he gets more pissed off.

Improve = Will they be willing to recover from this psychotic state for their lover?

To an extent. He will always have anger issues, a high libido, and self-esteem dips that make him act out, but with more of a support group, like with Kat, he will get better at keeping his emotions in check bit by bit.

Justification = Why are they acting like this? When and how did it start?

Have you seen the shithole that is the world? Corrupt politicians, oppression of anything the white old men on top don’t like or understand, commercials spewing out lies to sell their toxic products, people stabbing each other in the back to try to climb the social ladder despite how the 1% put barbed wire halfway up to protect their positions. And Dante knows he is shit in his own way. He has given up on the idea of the world getting better, but you, you're better than all this. A light in this darkness, an angel among the demons, and he is stuck between wanting to cling to you and keep you safe, and running away because you feel too good to be true, and he doesn’t deserve you.

Kidnap = Are they willing to kidnap you? If so, how will they do it? For how long will they keep you, and where?

He will for a short time. His most used tactic is taking you to his place, fucking you until you can’t walk straight, then when you regain the strength to leave he does it again. If you push him, though, he’ll get more and more aggressive. Locked doors, handcuffs he stole from a cop, boarded-up windows, and if it comes to it, Dante knows how to dislocate shoulders and kneecaps without breaking bones.

He won’t keep you for long, though, a week tops. Dante has been a street kid for years, staying in one place for too long stresses him out, and he isn’t about to leave you locked up for days on end without food or necessities. And if you throw a fit, he will get annoyed and let you go, or make you shut up.

Lonely = They are feeling lonely, but you are busy with something else, what will they do?

With the aforementioned exception of when you are with your family (the members you like at least), he’ll come and get you, simple as that. If you are at work/school, he’ll sneak in and try to convince you to play hooky. If you're hanging out with friends or relaxing alone, he will show up and try to monopolize, often insulting the people you're with or the things you're doing. If you refuse his attempt to make you ditch responsibilities or what you are doing, he will hang around and constantly vie for your attention, making jokes and flirting, often inappropriately, despite the public setting. It may cause some problems sometimes, but him doing things to disturb the peace, like whispering jokes at the expense of your boss/teacher or customers/fellow students and bringing you food despite it not being your breaktime, can make another mundane day in your life fun.

Moving On = If you die or escape, will they be able to move on? How easy will it be for them?

He’ll bounce around the classic 5 stages of grief. He’ll deny that you're gone or that he’s upset about it. He’ll get angry at the world for taking you, you for being reckless and leaving him, and himself for being a fucking failure. He’ll snap easily at people, especially if they bring you up, and if someone reminds you of him, he’ll storm off. While the anger is a recurring response, his least experienced response is bargaining, briefly entertaining the idea that you will come back or show up as a demon in Limbo one day. The depression will be like a rotting seed inside him that will always make him feel a bit sick and occasionally bloom into a spiral that will lead to him cutting into himself, opening up his skin and trying to dig out the pain or cause enough to open the gatway so he can fallow you into the light if that’s where you’ve been taken. Of course, though, this hellish world and his cursed blood drags him back to reality. And as for acceptance, he’ll return to club hopping, sleeping around, and being a general burden to this broken society. That rotting seed is still in his heart, though, and will never truly leave.

Non-Stop = How clingy will they be when you’re in a relationship? How possessive are they? And how much free space do they give you?

Dante is a fickle guy, not really able to commit to things well, at least not until he has gotten used to being with you. When he first falls for you, expect him to occasonally dissapear for days on end then suddely show up and act like you’re the crazy one for freaking out. But don’t stop worrying about him because it makes him happy. Over time, as he starts to believe that you will not throw him aside or hurt him, he will become more needy. He never truly gets clingy, but falling asleep with you in his arms and waking up to you still being there becomes a comfort in his life that he can’t live without. He is still a free spirit though, needing alone time and time to fuck around.

In short, if you stick with him, he will go from a feral street cat to a cuddly outdoor cat.

Other = Someone else speaks to or flirts with you, how will they react?

Someone just talking to you is annoying. Depending on who the person is, how important the thing you are talking about it, and what you and he are in the middle of, he will react anywhere from begrudgingly waiting while holding you and glaring to give the “fuck off already” aura, to telling the person to fuck off and forecfully removing them if the person can’t get it through their thick skulls. 

If they flirt with you, at first, he finds it funny. A fat fuck like them thinks they have a chance with you? Hysterical! And he will not hold back on his scathing remarks about how hopeless the person is. And if you back him up on this, not only does it boost his pride in you both but seeing you act like the top bitch you are is a turn-on.

However, if you seem to reciprocate the affection, he won’t hesitate to get in the way, throwing around threats and fists. The biggest problem with this is that Dante has not had any real healthy relationships before you (though his with you is debatably unhealthy), so he sees things like you laughing at someone's joke or smiling when you get complimented as you potentially flirting back. The number of times Dante drags you home after he thrashed someone you were getting along with to roughly fuck you against the wall so you know who you belong to soon outnumbers the nights you and he go home peacefully.

Persistent = You have rejected/ignored their first attempts at gaining your attention. How many more times will they try and how quickly will their actions ramp up in intensity?

Dante has experienced rejection before, so he brushes it off easily. It will take quite a few rejections to get him to lose his temper, though you can expedite the process by hooking up with other people. If he sees you going home with some other person when he is clearly better, he assumes that you, like most people, are just a dumb sheep that chases money and power or that assumes he is trash because he doesn't have those things. That wont stop him from persuing you though, because he can’t stop his eys from following you around, from his heart pounding when you give him even a crumb of attention, or himself from calling your name when fucking whatever rebound chick he picked up.

He’ll just have to show you what he can do, and that's making idiots cry from insults and pain, and people like you cry out in ecstasy.

Questioned = How do they react if someone catches on to their odd behaviour and questions them?

99% of people who try to point out his behaviour are ignored and laughed off. They are idiots who idolize the picturesque romances they see in ads and movies and are delusional enough to think that shit can happen in real life. Even if the police are called, they are corrupt and brainless anyway. The only people who might get a reaction out of him are if Vergil and Kat take notice. Kat has a chance to talk some sense into him, make him see how blind violence and forced affection aren't the ways to love someone. Vergil, though, he plays into it. Some of it is his own beliefs, and some of it is to keep Dante on his side, but he encourages Dante’s aggressive protectiveness and will even aid it with his power as the leader of The Order. And with weeks of this, once Mundus falls and Vergil declares his intent to rule along with his twin over the helpless humans and protect them from themselves and demons, Dante starts thinking that Vergil has a point.

Risk = How risky will they be with getting rid of rivals?

He is street smart, he knows where people don’t usually go and where to leave a body to make it less suspicious. He also knows that if he spreads around rumours, whether true or not, of a person being a drug user, an alcholic, a cheater, in with the mob, or any other scandalous thing, when their corpse shows up the people and news will claim it was their fault and that they had it coming. Even if he starts spreading the rumours after their body is found, people will latch onto that and lose sympathy.

The only thing that really gets in his way is how brash he is, which can result in taking someone out before having a solid plan and/or leaving a clear trail between him and the victim. Thankfully, Dante is also good at making people listen to reason.

Once he gets in with The Order, all this becomes a lot easier.

Sweet = Even when they’re Yandere they can be sweet. What’s their sweet Yandere side?

Dante is good at getting you to cut out toxic things in your life. Maybe you have a friend or family member who treats you horribly, or a job that overworks you and belittles you, but you feel obligated to stick with the person or job for whatever reason. Dante can make you see that that reason is not worth letting yourself be beaten down over it. SO what if you are related by blood or have known them a long time, that doesn’t mean you should let them tear you down. Maybe leaving your current job is scary, but other jobs would love to have you and would appreciate you rather than take advantage of you. Things that hurt you don’t deserve your effort, your patience, or your loyalty. Fuck them. This is your life, and Dante is not going to let you waste it on people who don’t treat you the way you deserve, that includes not letting you destroy yourself for society's impossible expectations.

Type = What type of Yandere are they?

A mix of the Self-indulgent, Impulsive, and Harmless type. He thinks about what he wants first and foremost. If he wants your attention, to take you somewhere, or just plain take you, he will do it. Few things will stop him, and he will get pissy if his satisfaction is delayed. And, despite trying to act cool, Dante has a short fuse and isn’t afraid to impulsively threaten, hurt, or kidnap people, including you. The Harmless type parts come with the fact that he doesn’t need to be with you 24/7. Whether he has come to trust you and your relationship or if he gets frightened by his own growing attachment, so he tries to distance himself, you will get times where he lets you live life relatively peacefully.

Unsure = How much trust do they have in you? What happens if you break it?

Dante doesn’t trust anyone, and his gaining trust in you is one of the triggers to him disappearing for a bit and trying to be distant. Even as he grows to love you, he has that nagging voice in his head telling him that you will turn on him or abandon him one day, just like everyone else. If you do break his trust in a way that makes it so he can’t forgive you, that voice will be vindicated and that makes him more pissed of then ever before. He will lash out, letting his demonic side take over as he gives you all the pain you just caused him, but it's not the same. Even when you are a bleeding, broken mess on the floor begging for mercy, the pain he feels is different, and you will never understand. Maybe he can make you, though. Maybe he can keep you, make you love him, then stab you in the back again and again and again. So what if this breaks you? At least you’ll match him then.

Vexation = What is the one thing that you could do to piss them off or worry them the most?

Dante is a hypocrite. He does not want anyone getting too close to you. He can let random people grind on him or kiss him so you get jealous or he can shut them down dramatically, but you fucking can’t. You flirt with a guy, or Dante thinks you might be, he will quickly shut that shit down with a swift punch and by dragging you away by whatever means he believes offer sufficient enough physical pain. Once you are somewhere a bit more private, he will try to calm down with alcohol, cigarettes, or punching a few walls. It helps stifle the anger but does not stop it, so expect snide remarks, backhanded comments, shouts, and occasional rough kisses and gropes to remind you that you are with him. That is how to piss him off.

Worrying him is a bit harder, as you must have sufficiently wormed your way into his heart and home. Once you two are living together, you coming home late or repeatedly staying the night somewhere else worries him. Being all alone in your shared home upsets him, makes him feel abandoned, and he can’t help but worry that you are going to throw him out like everyone else in his life. Even though it is a free place to eat, sleep, and bathe, Dante won't spend many days alone in the house, preferring to sleep alone on the street rather than in a place where you should be but aren’t. Also, you helping with missions for The Order stresses him out. He will try to stop you from helping and insist you don’t do anything alone. He will start to gain trust in you the more missions you successfully complete, but that worry still bubbles up when you take longer to report back than expected.

Welcome = Let’s say they’re Yandere for you, but you’ve not had your first meeting. How do they initiate it?

Not that different then how he would if he had not become yandere yet. He is confident in his charms, that grungy, wild, a bit aggressive charm that has bagged him so many people in the past. The only real difference is that he is a lot more persistent now. Usually, if a chick brushes him off, he will give up quickly. For you, though, he will follow you around the club the rest of the night as much as he can without looking desperate and keep laying on the praise and affection. He’ll also start threatening any other person who tries to get close to you that night, subtly at first with glares and insults, but if they persist, he is prepared to show you another of his “charms”.

Xeric = What is an innocuous thing you do that hits a nerve in their twisted mind and really turns them on?

Dante likes it when you swear. Whether it is in shock, excitement, or anger, something about hearing you curse makes his heart pump a bit faster. He gets a rush of adrenaline like you gave a war cry, and suddenly, you have a more badass aura that draws him in. You can nolonger use the expletive “fuck me” without him offering to do just that.

Yearning = They want you, but you are already with someone else. How will they win you over/steal you from your current partner?

He already has an inflated ego and would not hesitate to just walk right up to you and your partner and start openly flirting with you, ignoring and insulting your current lover. He is better looking, cooler, and stronger. The only thing he is lacking is money but who needs that when you’re cock drunk riding him?

If you stick with your current partner, he does have some plans depending on the situation. If the person is fine but Dante can see that you’re feelings waver even a bit, he will keep flirting with you, leading you into infidelity so satisfying that you have to leave your partner, or maybe you can keep cucking them because that can be hot too. If your partner is a piece of shit that hurts you, Dante will be sure to throw his corpse in the trash where it belongs. If you are truly in love with your partner, though, Dante will start digging into your lover's past and secrets. Dante can get info out of people, and he isn’t afraid to use it to show you the stuff your partner has been hiding from you. If there is no significant dirt, Dante will just have to conjure some. Dante knows a lot of prostitutes in town, and the pay they will take to go after a target, fudge records, and start gossiping about who they (supposedly) were hired by.

Zealot = If everything fails, will they be able to kill their partner?

Yes, but not with the intent to do so. He won't track you down with the intent to end your life, he has a grudge now. You hurt him, just like everyone else in his life, and just like everyone else, he will get the pain in his chest out by causing you physical pain, or at least that’s what he tells himself. The pain does not really disappear, no matter how many times his fist connects, especially because you hurt him more than anyone else before.

It starts with a single hit which he sees as justified for fucking him over. And maybe a second, and a third. And then you fall to the ground, and he is over you, slamming his fist into your face again and again as he screams. He screams about how horrible you are, insults you, and how much he trusted and cared about you, and sometimes he just shouts because words can not express what he feels.

If you are a human, you died about 20 minutes before he finally stopped. If you are a demon, angel, or anything with a healing factor, though, the pain will be prolonged, as will his rage.

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Just a quick heads up, I am going to work on another longer work (Reboot Dante Yandere Alphabet), so you may not hear from me for a bit. It shouldn't be for half a year again, but my post frequency will go down to just posting new chapters for my last long story.

Sorry for the wait and thank you for your patience and support!

Knotted Love (18633 words) by AnimeLoveLover123 Chapters: 8/15 Fandom: Devil May Cry (Gameverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dante/Nero (Devil May Cry), V/Vergil (Devil May Cry), Dante/Nero/V (Devil May Cry) Characters: Dante (Devil May Cry), Nero (Devil May Cry), V (Devil May Cry), Vergil (Devil May Cry), Lady (Devil May Cry), Sparda (Devil May Cry), Eva (Devil May Cry), Griffon (Devil May Cry), Shadow (Devil May Cry), Nightmare (Devil May Cry) Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - No Powers, No Sex, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Pheromones, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, fated mates, Alternate Universe - Not Related, Nero isn’t related to Vergil and Dante, V isn’t related to Vergil and Dante, are they in Japan or NA? both so be prepared for an amalgamation because I’m just having fun, Alpha Dante (Devil May Cry), Alpha Vergil (Devil May Cry), Beta Nero, Beta Nero (Devil May Cry), V Needs a Hug (Devil May Cry), unrealistic animal intelligence, Minor Lady/Trish (Devil May Cry), Eva and Sparda Live (Devil May Cry), Minor Sparda/Eva (Devil May Cry), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Trish makes an appearance but doesn't do not enough to be tagged in character tags Summary: The F-PUPS test can perfectly match two destined mates together. That is how Dante and Nero found each other 2 years ago, and they couldn’t be happier. Vergil didn’t get a match until his 3rd round of testing when the twins’ parents paid for the worldwide package, but finally, his destined mate was found, an atypical omega orphan named V. V was soon flown over to live with the Sparda family, meaning both sons now had a destined mate that fit their personalities. Everything should be perfect! So why wasn’t it?

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Could u do dmc readers + Sparda x male reader?????? PLEASE!!!!

I hope you like this! Because I was a bit confused by your request (not sure if you wanted a longer Sparda story or if you mistyped and wanted a bit off all the boys), and I am what I like to call gender blind in stories. The story uses different pronouns than what I use IRL? They have different body parts? They do things my gender can't do? Whatever, I almost never notice and when I do, I just keep reading while changing it in my mind. I have the same "blindness" when it comes to tense. If a story has incorrect or inconsistent tense, it apparently bothers a lot of people, but I legitimately almost never notice it. I understand what is happening in the story, that's all that matters. This is just how my brain works. All this is to say, I hope you like this. ^^;

Devil May Cry Boys Riding You

Pairings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, Nero, V & Sparda x Male Reader

Trigger Warnings: brief reference to consensual knife play

Dante

Dante has always swung both ways; he just never makes a point to announce it. At most, Lady and Trish will drag him to gay bars, and the regulars there will call him the “gay cowboy”. He flirts with whoever and whenever he wants, when he feels like it, and as of late, you have his attention.

He is slow at first, becoming friends with you and slowly figuring out if you are open to the idea of being together. Once he finds out you are though, within 24 hours, he is straddling your hips.

Despite being a tall, muscular man confident in himself and his masculinity, Dante is a switch that likes to be filled sometimes. There was something comforting about it, being connected with someone, trusting them with your body, it felt nice.

When he finally shimmies his way down onto you, he sighs as if in relief and lets most of his weight sink into you. “How you doing there, beef cake?” He asks in a somewhat teasing tone. “Feeling okay?” This ends up starting a conversation. He needed a bit of time to adjust since he did not sleep around much, and silence just wasn’t an option right now, so he chatted. He makes jokes, talks about life, and odd things that come into his mind. It offered an interesting mix of relaxed conversation, like you were having a pleasant date and getting to know each other, and intense intimacy with occasional jolts of pleasure when Dante shifted over you.

When things did start to ramp up, with one hand on your stomach and the other on one of your thighs so he could easily switch between bouncing and rolling his hips, he kept talking, saying both dirty things and playful things.

And when you were both finished, he flopped down over your chest, your dick still buried inside him, and cuddled up like a big dog.

“Mmmm, mind if I sleep like this? Feels… nice~”

Our big strong boy wants to be close with someone. Please let him cuddle on you, even if he squishes you a bit.

Reboot Dante

Despite being known as a man whore who takes a new woman home every other night, he has messed around with men on occasion. He can suck a dick, knows how to take one.

So when you catch his eye at a club, your manhood doesn’t turn him off. He strides over and starts hitting on you confidently and without shame. He is aggressive in his flirting, like usual, and whether you are used to sleeping with guys or not, he will have you in a taxi heading to his place before the night is up.

When you arrive at his trailer, your cock still hard from the partial hand job you got in the car, Dante pushes you down onto the built in couch. He turns on some music and strips for you, taking his time so you can marvel at him with a smug grin on his face. And with a bit of spit in his palm and a couple strokes of your dick, he was ready to mount you.

Dante usually prefers to be serviced, having people dance for him and suck him off, so he did not have that much experience riding a guy, but what he lacked in technique he made up for in intensity and power.

He holds the back of the couch behind you and slams himself down onto your cock. His lips ravage yours, barely giving you the space to breathe, let alone say anything. The trailer bounces and rocks as he lets loose.

The only chance you got to catch your breath was after you both came. That was only for a couple minutes, though, as soon as he started bouncing his hips again.

“Come on, baby, turn that limp noodle back into a meat sword, I’m not done with you yet.”

When I write Reboot Dante, I purposely try to make the story seem a bit dirtier, more vulgar, because that represents him well. Sometimes though, like the last line, I am like “eww, you weirdo”.

Vergil

Vergil is not one for romance, seeing it as a waste of time that holds him back from gaining power. You, however, are different. You make him feel different.

That doesn’t change the fact that he will assert his power even when in the “submissive” position.

“Do not close your eyes.” Vergil demands when he notices your embarrassment, making you not look as your manhood is enveloped by your lover's tight hole. He grabs your chin and turns your face towards him. “Open them. Witness the gift you are receiving, taking in every sensation no matter how intense it gets.” He squeezes your cheeks just hard enough to cause a bit of pain and make you open your mouth so he could shove his tongue into it, even devil triggering that part to get a bit deeper. When he does pull away, his hot breath washes over you in a pant. “Because it WILL be intense.”

Vergil is in control the whole time. Even when the angle of his downward thrust does make him shudder, jolt, or moan, he won’t be passive.

He grabs your shoulders to force you to sit up. He’ll thread his fingers into your hair to move your head wherever he wants it, whether that be to his lips or his chest.

He moves your hands to his ass and orders you to grope him.

He tells you when and how hard to buck up into him.

And if you have already talked and consented to some intense play, then he will indulge in one of his favourite positions; him riding you while holding the Yamato to your throat.

The desire to have Vergil spit in your mouth was high people. You're welcome to those who don’t like it, and I am sorry for those who crave it.

Reboot Vergil

Vergil has always been a man that carves his own path forward, the masses and oppressors be damned. So when he falls for you, he has no qualms about publicly dating another man, knowing full well that the bigots would throw slurs and hatred at him for it. If anything, he enjoyed proving them wrong and shoving in their faces how their 3rd wife is also having an affair between botox shots they paid for while you're loyal and sexy naturally.

Despite this confidence in public, he was actually kind of shy when you take a more dominant role in intimacy. It is a mix of him not having much sexual experience (he has none but he tells you otherwise because he fears it will make him look pathetic), him being used to being in control, and how you make him feel things he has never felt before and at an intensity he can’t handle with composer (though this one he won’t admit to you, let alone himself).

When you do convince him to try riding you, he needs to face away from you to do it. In this reverse cowboy position, you can’t see his face, how it twisted up in that lewd, shy, embarrassed, but pleasured way. You can’t see how his chest heaved. You won’t be able to see how disheveled you make him.

You can still spot the blush on his face and ears, though. You can hear how heavy his breaths are. And you can see how often he runs his hands through his hair or just grabs it, messing the perfectly sculpted style up.

And if you really want to make him fall apart, and get a grumpy boyfriend for the next week, you can suddenly sit up, touching him and making it so that no matter what, you can see his red face and watery eyes.

Until then though, you get to watch his gauche movements, but you get a clear view of his pale ass and how your cock disappears into him.

Reboot Vergil acts cool, calm, and in control. He likes to dominate, but poor boy does not know how to take it and not be a mess.

Nero

Nero was unsure at first.

Riding you? Really? He knows you are both guys but…

Despite agreeing to date you, Nero was still self-conscious about being submissive. He has always tried to get strong, live up to others in his family, to prove himself to others. This desire for recognition has affected your relationship, making it hard for Nero to be submissive and vulnerable.

Him riding you becomes a middle ground where he can be in some control while still testing this potential side of your blossoming relationship. Unfortunately, he is still self-conscious.

After several adjustments, Nero is able to truly get into the moment. The lights are off, your hands are off him, and he has his headphones on playing his favourite tunes. It wasn’t his usual hard rock and metal tunes, but softer rock and some instrumentals.

This setup lets his mind drift, and his body move instinctually. Music flows through him as his body rolls back and forth, one hand holding his headphones and the other stroking his own cock to the beat of the song.

His eyes stay closed at first, and his expression flickers between focus, discomfort, and pleasure.

Once his confidence is up a bit, he opens his eyes to look down at you, as best he can in the dark, at least. He pulls one side of his headphones back so he can hear you and the noises you’re making.

“You like that? Feels good getting your cock fucked by me, doesn’t it?”

And finally, you’ll know when he is close when he takes off his headphones, leans over to slip them on you, letting your body be filled with music while he puts his hands on the mattress on either side of your head and slams down onto you in earnest.

It's kind of weird, but for some reason, the way I wrote this, with the music calming Nero and then him offering it to you, feels like a drug illusion. Not intentional. I was going off of this hot fanart I saw of Nero (with a pussy) riding someone with headphones on. It is a good piece of art, and if I ever find it again, I will link to it.

V

Even when doing something as primal as lovemaking, V was artistic. He may prefer being a bottom, but he still found that simply stripping down and bouncing over you was rather boring and could be much more exhilarating.

So, whenever you or he are in the mood for a sensual ride, he asks you to sit down. He, like most other times you two do it, goes slow to draw out the pleasure. He sits on your lap, fully clothed, facing away, his legs on either side of yours, and grinds his rear against your lap. Bit by bit, you two will shed your clothes, taking time between each removal to tantalize and stimulate, until finally your manhood slides between his small, tight cheeks with the help of a generous amount of lube.

Actually taking you inside is rather hard for him, his body always tensing up when it feels the intrusion. Just like with your clothes, he takes you in inch by agonizing inch until he is fully seated. He falls back against your chest, his own raising and falling as he drags in breaths. In this stressful moment for him, he would appreciate it if you would hold and care for him to ease his body and heart.

When he finds the strength, he will lean forward again, place both his hands you’re your knees, and undulates his hips. He moves them forward, back, in circles, stimulating not just his insides but every sensitive nerve along your shaft as his warm inner walls massage you. His back, and consequently his tattoos, move and roll in a mesmerizing way in front of you.

He goes slow, lost in a kind of trance, simply focusing on the sensations going through you both, the sounds falling from both your lips, not wanting to go too fast so that it ends too quickly. More often than not, you will have to bring up the intensity by wrapping an arm around him and grasping his own weeping prick. Despite trying so hard to go slow, once you have him in your hand, his body moves on its own, bucking up into you as it chases the high he had been trying to deny himself. He does not last long like this, throwing his head back and opening his mouth to let out a low, blissful moan as he covers your hand and dirties the floor.

Again, he needs a moment to recover, but as soon as he can, he leans forward and lifts himself a bit, leaving you halfway sheathed inside, and holds still. This was his signal for you to take over, to grasp his bonny hips and start thrusting up into him, chasing your own ecstasy.

For the finish, if you can pull it off, he prefers to take you bare back and you pulling out just before the end so he can feel your hot seed pant his back, mixing his black ink with your white seed.

This scene was actually from a short story idea I had that showed the difference between Dante/Nero, Dante/V, and Nero/V fucking. Never came to be, but at least I could use this scene I liked.

Sparda

Sparda is a demon. Even though he has become more human over time, sex still has an instinctual drive behind it. Copulation was for fathering spawn, that is what instincts dictate. However, you changed that, and, like many things in his life, you showed him a better way. A way that may not result in children, at least not without some trickery with his eggs, but was instead actually enjoyable. It was not a rough act done quickly to do what needed to be done. With you, it was beautiful, loving, and euphoric.

He trusts you with his heart and body, so when you bring up the possibility of doing this position, he is more than willing to try.

He acts rather differently depending on the circumstances. When you two are simply together casually, he's kind and sophisticated. When he is taking you, he becomes more aggressive, baring his fangs, growling, and grasping you roughly. When you take him, though, or in this case, as he takes you into his seemingly burning hot warmth, he acts more vulnerable and needy.

Perhaps it was his demonic instincts telling him to be more submissive when taking a cock, but he would take in shacky grasp, ask things like “am I pleasing you?”, and either leaning back to rub his stomach where he could feel you inside him or leaning over so he could place his hands on your chest.

There was one more quirk Sparda had when your cock was thrusting into him, and in this position it became a lot more dangerous. It sometimes made Sparda wonder if he was a hermaphrodite because when you take him, such as now, his hunger for your essence was beyond comprehension. And with you under him, you could not escape his holding you down by dropping his weight on you.

“Please, my love, I need it. I need you to finish inside me, to fill me up with your warmth. Mark me as yours, give me all the love that makes you humans so wonderful. I want it all, it is for me alone, every last drop. And when you are done, I want to do the same to you.”

It was shaping up to be another long night with your demon knight.

Honestly, this is my least favourite, which sucks because this was the one character that was specifically asked for. If you are unsatisfied original requester, let me know, and I can make a better, longer Sparda story with a male reader.

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I was thinking a Yandere Reboot Dante who's obsessed with bartender reader! She works at a strip club he visits. They've become friendly with each other, but she rejects his advances. He tries to make her jealous, but it doesn't work. To which he kidnaps her and takes her back to his place/van to which the non con pursues.

I know his van was canonically destroyed, but the scene where his van was shaking from having sex, made me feral!! Thanks for letting me send this! Let me know if this is too long, I will shorten the idea! 🥹😈

What a devilishly dirty idea (　・`ω・´). Here you go; I hope I didn't destroy it by condensing it so much. Also, I should warn you that my editor is not comfortable with some things, including non-con, and I respect their feelings so this story was not beta read. I'm sorry in advance for the mistakes.

Yandere Reboot Dante X Reader - Incorrigible For Devil's Dalliance’s Angel

Disclaimer: This fictional story contains mature subject matter that is written with the intent to be appealing and/or arousing. If you are reading this, please understand that drawing/writing/reading/imagining things of this nature does NOT equate to desiring or supporting real-world assault. Here is a link to multiple articles and studies on sexual taboos in fantasy, what role it plays, and what effect it has on people.

Trigger Warnings: rape, stalking, kidnapping, degrading comments towards others (not reader), somnophilia, bound wrists

Yet again, for the 4th night in a row, Dante found himself at Devil's Dalliance. He would have been there every night, but you only work 5 days a week. He didn’t bother with the dancefloor where the strippers were twirling around poles. He took an immediate left turn to get to the bar along the left wall where you were.

“Hey angel!” He called out to you, using that nickname since the strippers that worked here were dressed as them, but you were the only one worthy of the actual title. He went to sit down but before his ass hit the stool his usual order came sliding across the bar. He caught it with ease, then looked over at you as you gave him a smile and a hand motion before turning to deal with someone else.

God damn, you were perfect. You knew him so well. And you had that sexy smile and how you swayed your hips as you moved contrasting the cheap wings that were part of your work uniform made you look cute, innocent, and corruptible. If only you would come closer. You two got along well and have spent collective hours in the past chatting between customers. Today, though, it was busy with chicks with far too much confidence considering how much makeup and injections they have to have to make them look decent and sleezy douchebags already shitfaced and shooting their shots with anything with tits. Fuck'em. Fuck them all. They were wasting your time, time that should be spent with Dante. Yet they had you rushing around as they barked orders at you and caused problems. It was enough to make Dante slam his glass down onto the counter after chugging it in frustration.

When he did, another glass came sliding into his view. He looked up and there you were again, giving him that smile and showing him that you were still paying some attention to him. Jesus Christ, he wanted to bend you over the fucking bar.

But there you go, not saying a word to him, just going back to work like you didn’t feel the connection between you, like you weren’t as desperate for his attention as he was for yours. Sure, you had rejected him when he had offered to take you to his place every other night, but that was different. You were just tired, thought he was joking, and didn’t know what he could do yet. You didn’t know how he could rail you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk the next morning. How he could go for hours, leaving you a blithering mess as he licks up his cum spilling out of your pussy while the sun rises. How he can make your body learn that no other cock or dildo can satisfy you. You needed a showcase, a demonstration of what he can do and something to light a fire under that pretty ass of yours, revealing how you can’t stand to see him with some other chick.

And so, Dante grabbed his drink and made his way to the dance floor.

“Dante, hey!”

Well that didn’t take long. He was barely on the flashing floor before some bimbo ran up to wrap her arms around one of his.

“Hey babe, how’ve you been doing?” He asked, assuming by her greeting that they knew each other. Maybe he has fucked her before, he wouldn’t remember and definitely wouldn’t care to. Right now though, they could help each other.

“It’s been lonely working all week without being able to see you.” The way she squeezed her boobs against his arms and looked up at him through those fake ass lashes made it clear that she wanted some action, and he wanted to show off his moves, so they would both get something out of this.

“Well now you’ve got my attention, so enjoy it.” Dante flashed that grin that made girls weak in the knees, and it had the same effect. “Come on babe, follow me.” He gave her a wink and wrapped an arm around her waist to lead her back towards the bar where you worked. There was a small chunk of wall beside where people can get behind the bar, that would be good enough.

In one swift, fluid movement, Dante pushed the woman up against the wall. She let out a squeak in shock but couldn’t say anything as he slammed his lips into hers. She moaned, squirmed, and opened her mouth for him. Perfect, he already had her falling apart for him. Were you watching? Did you see what could be yours?

But you weren’t, you were talking to some fat fuck while making his drink. Out of frustration, Dante placed his drink on the counter beside them and purposely pushed it off. The shattering sound made everyone but Dante jump in shock. Even the chick he had pinned to the wall let out a scream and pulled back. She tried to move away, but Dante wouldn’t let her, keeping her pinned there so you could see. Finally, you looked his way, and here you come! You can see, right? How he got this girl wet just from making out a bit? You want this, right?

You came over, grabbed a broom nearby, swept up the glass, offered another smile, then just walked away!?

“Fuck.” Dante snarled as he stepped back.

“Wait, Dante,” The woman said as she tried to follow, but Dante smacked her hand away.

“Not in the mood, fuck off.” Dante could hear the woman calling him and eventually cursing but he did not give a shit. He was pissed off beyond belief. How could you not care, not even blink an eye? Fuck, he wanted to hit something.

Before he could find a dumbass to be his stress ball, he noticed you leaving the bar. Like a predator stalking prey, Dante followed you with his eyes until you disappeared into the back rooms of the club. Seeing you disappear from sight made his anger worse. How dare you just leave. How dare you leave his side.

“Not anymore.” Dante stormed after you, following fleeting glimpses of you further into the building and up some stairs until finally you reached your destination. It looked like some break room, with a couch and fridge and microwave, basic shit that barely registered in Dante’s mind. His eyes, his thoughts, his heart was focused on you. How you turned to greet whoever joined you in the break room, how you froze when you realized it wasn’t a co-worker, that confused smile at recognizing him but knowing that he shouldn’t be there, and how it fell away as he stalked closer.

The sound of the music blared through the building and spilled out into the streets, making it so that no one heard the sound of a struggle in the breakroom. The sound of screaming, furniture being toppled, then silence. And with how drunk, and for some also high, they were, no one even noticed the young man jumping from the second story of the club and over roofs with an unconscious woman over his shoulder.

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Dante laid you down on his creaky, dirty bed, one that was not visually worthy of you, even with the trickles of blood dried on your head and face that blended in with his red pillowcases and sheets. That made it all the hotter. Seeing you lying there, seemingly sleeping peacefully with that perfect face and body, white wings popping out from behind your back, while surrounded by his filth. The two things were juxtaposed, and he wanted to keep it like that. He was scum, dirty, maybe not even human. But you, in comparison, were pure. Despite where you worked you weren’t some cheeks slut, you held your head high, stood your ground, and kept your tongue sharp. Yet you were still kind to him, treated him like a person, not a problem or something to fuck. You were…

“My angel,” Dante whispered as he crawled over you on the bed. He leaned down, bringing your lips close enough to just barely touch and ran his hands up your sides. He held there for a moment, taking in the sensations. Your warmth, your heartbeat, your breath, before finally capturing your lips, and something in him broke. After you had been rejecting him for weeks, now he had you; you were here, and he could give you everything. He could take everything.

The sound of his belt unclasping seemed to ring through the trailer despite his heavy breaths and his hips grinding down into you, making the bed creak. He couldn’t tear his lips away from your skin so fumbled a bit with his hands when he lifted your arms and, using his belt, bound your wrists to the clasped hands of the heavy as hell metal and neon light encircled angel statue behind his bed. A fitting shackle in his mind. Gagging you popped into his head for only a second, but he pushed it aside. It was late at night and everyone who knew him would be used to screams of ecstasy coming from his trailer late into the night. Plus, he NEEDED to be able to kiss you.

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When your consciousness came back to you, the first things you are aware of are the soreness in your jaw, a salty taste in your mouth, and the feeling of something opening up your folds, subjecting that hot skin to the cool night air. And when something warm and wet slid between them, your body instinctively reacted.

Dante’s heart jumped and a spike of arousal hit him when you finally properly reacted to his touch. He lifts his head from your crotch, the taste of your pussy still fresh on his tongue.

“You’re awake.” Dante crawled back up the bed to hover over you, though one hand stayed low to cup your sex, sliding his fingers between your lower lips to gather slick. Before you could speak, he slammed his lips against yours, his tongue ravaging your mouth, tasting the mix of you and the residuals of his essence. He could feel you squirm, but it was no use. You couldn’t escape your bindings or him. And besides, he wanted you to squirm a bit. It made your body rub against his, your tits jiggle freely since he had removed your top and bra to suck on them, and your heart beat faster. It made you feel alive. When Dante finally pulled back, his lungs dragging air in slowly like he was drowning as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust and something inhuman. “You made me wait a while, angel, but I suppose that's my fault. Either way, now that you're awake, I don’t need to hold back anymore.” The two fingers he was using to spread the slick around your folds were suddenly impaled you, burrowing themselves in your core. “I wanted to make sure you were awake when I finally fuck you.”

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This was a bit hard for me because the one thing that takes me out of reader stories the most is when the author decides what I say and what I do, so I try to avoid it. That was hard with this but I did my best. ^^;