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renn-pumkin-head · 1 day ago

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WANNA TAKE A LITTLE TIME

TO REFRESH YOUR MIND

nero sparda x fem!reader

you said something, he took it personal. now he’s reminding you that he is still the same.

NOW LOADING... mean to soft dom, oral(f recieving), piv, mentions of hair pulling, slight brat taming and overstimulation, aftercare. IS NERO MAD?

Nero’s lying between your thighs because this is his favorite spot, neck pillow and chair at once—head resting on your inner thigh, his hand lazily curled around your leg as you half-watch some boring action movie. You’re running your fingers through his short, choppy hair with light, rhythmic strokes as you gently massage it from time to time until the thought just slips out.

“I kinda miss your longer hair.”

You don’t mean it in a bad or mean way, just… nostalgia. Something about how it used to fall into his eyes when he was on top of you, or when you used to grab fistfuls of it when he ate you out like a man-possessed. How it was soft enough to play with until you fell asleep, legs sore, body full of love, and your soul at peace.

But the second the words leave your mouth, Nero stiffens.

You feel the change instantly. His arm tightened around your thigh, and his eyes cut up at you. That was the look you didn't want to see because you knew he was affected by such small and petty things.

“Oh yeah?” he says flatly. “You miss it?”

You blink, caught off guard. “Nero, I didn’t mean it that way. You know tha—”

“No, no, babe. I get it.” he now sounds offended, and you knew you fucked up when he sat up slightly still between your thighs, spreading them just a bit wider making you tense because just a minute ago he was so calm and now you felt cold and hot at the same time.

His voice drops, rougher fingers dig into your hip, making you bite your lip and press your legs together. Rookie mistake. “You think this Nero with the short hair, older and stronger, is somehow different?”

“I didn’t—” He doesn’t let you finish.

“No. You didn’t, but you’re gonna remember now.” His smirk is wicked, eyes narrowed like he’s locking in on a target because he is, and the first thing he does is remove your panties. Let’s not have any obstacles in the way of getting you ruined. “Hair or no hair, I still make you forget your name.”

Then he dives down: no warning, no preparation. His tongue is just as sharp as his mouth, and he proves it immediately—dragging it slow and thick along your slit before flicking your clit just enough to make you jump.

“Not missing anything now, are you?” he growls into your pussy, breath hot and furious. You gasp, arching into him, your hand flying to his head on instinct, but there’s nothing to grab. Just the blunt edge of his cropped hair.

“Yeah,” he huffs, licking deep and messy, fucking smiling as his tongue kept abusing you. “No hair to tug, baby. You’re just gonna have to take it.”

Sliding two fingers into you without warning, curling them perfectly as he eats you out with that devilish energy and wickedness, because he needs nothing to prove, Nero knows better than you not to mess up with the devil. He’s not slow, he’s relentless: tongue flicking, sucking, fingers fucking into you like he’s trying to remind your body who it belongs to.

“You think I need anything more than this mouth to ruin you?” your boyfriend asks, voice muffled and mocking since, of course, he will do it with all good motives. You’re a wreck in seconds, moaning, grinding helplessly against his face. He pulls back just enough to let your slick drip down his chin.

“That’s what I thought, baby.”

You think he is done with you, that’s enough punishment … right? Aww, aren't you cute and so naive? Nero is far from done.

He grabs you by the hips and flips you over like you weigh nothing. You’re face-down on the couch now, chest pressed into the cushions, ass up, and you know that tone in his voice when he speaks again.

“Let me show you what short-hair Nero does when his girl gets mouthy.”

You barely get a breath before you hear the sound of his pants sliding down that hitting the floor with a loud thud, and its then when his cock lies at your entrance and sinks into you, deep and hard, with one fast thrust that steals the air from your lungs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Did I do that? Or was your filthy little brain already playing reruns of the old days?” He fucks into you with no mercy, heavy and fast, one hand fisted in the back of your shirt, the other slapping your ass with sharp, echoing cracks. He definitely didn't have to do that, but it’s too late to apologize.

“You gonna say it again? Say you miss my hair, the old me?” he taunts, voice teasing in your ear as you try to speak, but all that comes out is a cry as he angles his hips just right, hitting that spot like he knows it’s his damn job. Nero Sparda, the devil hunter, the best boyfriend, or your biggest nightmare—depends on the day.

“Didn’t think so,” he hisses. “Hair doesn’t change the fact that I fuck you dumb every goddamn time.” You finally feel it coming and cry so loud, back arching, legs shaking, and he still doesn’t slow down. He fucks you through it, groaning at how you tighten around him, how you are perfectly made for him even if you are the biggest tease in the world, shamelessly being so needy and not thinking twice before you speak.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Take it, fuckin’ take it.”

When he finally reaches his high and grains as he finishes inside you, and you feel it deep, thick, and hot painting you all as he slumps over you, panting, forehead on your shoulder.

“Still miss the hair?” Nero murmurs, and you still try to catch your breath. “No. I think I like short-hair Nero better now.”

He smirks, still buried deep inside you, your walls fluttering around him as you squeeze just a little tighter, desperate to keep him there. “Yeah? Changed your mind, huh?” he huffs, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from your cheek. “Always knew I’d fuck the attitude out of you.”

His chest rising and falling against your back, breath hot and uneven on your neck. His metal hand curls around your waist protectively, as if to say, mine, even now.

You both just…stay like that for a while. The only sounds are the faint hum of the TV and the quiet, wet breaths you take, trying to recover from the thorough destruction he just delivered.

Then you whisper, voice still raw from moaning his name, “If I knew you were gonna react like that, I would’ve said it months ago.”

Nero lets out a laugh, both flustered and annoyed. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

You grin into the pillow. “Well, big words coming from the guy who is touching my ass now.”

“Language, babe.”

You twist your head just enough to look back at him, his flushed face still resting against your shoulder. His cheeks are red, hair messy, and his eyes... god, they're soft now. So much softer than five minutes ago. You can see it, the guilt, the love, the fuck, did I go too hard again?

“You know I didn’t mean anything by it, right?” you ask, gentle now, thumb brushing over the metal of his bionic arm. “I just liked playing with it. Doesn’t mean I don’t love this version of you.” He doesn’t answer right away. Just exhales, then shifts, finally pulling out of you with a soft groan and flopping onto his back beside you on the couch.

“Yeah, well… I overreacted a little.”

You glance over, side-eyeing him as you sit down, well, try to, since he just physically made you learn a lesson. “Only a little?”

He covers his face with his forearm. “Shut up.” You cuddle more into him, tucking yourself under his chin, trying to make yourself comfortable. “It’s kind of cute when you don’t know how to react.”

“I knew what I was doing. You didn’t,” he mutters.

“Mmhm.”

“I was showing you my real emotions.”

You laugh. “If that makes you feel better, then sure, baby.” His arm wraps around you, tugging you closer until your head rests over his heart. His heartbeat is slowing down, but it’s still loud, still the same Nero from years ago.

After a few quiet moments, he says softly, “Don’t forget I’m still going to wreck you, every time. No matter what I look like.”

You tilt your head up and kiss the underside of his jaw. “I know, Nero. Believe me, I know.” He smirks, proudly and smug, and there’s the softness now. A flush that has nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with you.

“Next time,” he whispers, brushing a hand over your hair and kissing your head, “I’ll grow my damn hair back if that’s what it takes.”

“Not necessary,” you murmur against his skin. “Short hair. Long hair. You’re still the only one I want falling asleep next to me after fucking my brains out.”

He pulls the blanket over both of you, kisses your forehead, and finally lets the silence settle because he may have overreacted, but he won’t stop loving or fucking you.

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renn-pumkin-head · 1 day ago

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Sweets to the Sweet

Vergil x fem!reader (one shot)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dilf Vergil (need I say more 😉), au, I’m sure OOC Vergil (😞 i tried), kissing, teasing, dirty talk, praise, biting, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie(s), multiple orgasms, squirting, mirror sex, cum eating, slight breeding kink

over 7k worth of pwp lol

not proofread ✍️ enjoy!

editing to add: big thanks and shoutout to @ashlinxsloves and 💀 anon 💜 thanks to you two, i had the inspo to finish this fic 😭

Summer break could not arrive any faster. Your finals sucked the life and joy from you, but now it’s over and done. Nothing left except to empty your brain of concepts, formulas, and essays—and finally relax.

Nero, who you randomly met in the library trying to cram for an anatomy exam at the beginning of the semester, has invited you to hang out with him for a few weeks. I promise my dad isn’t going to care, a crooked grin in place, hell that's if he’s even at home. And I want you to meet Kyrie. Here, a dreamy look comes over his face. She’s the best.

So, you pack up and head out with Nero as soon as the last final’s finished (it’s yours, and it’s history). Then, after a short road trip—made easier by trading off driving until late the next night—Nero pulls up in front of a modest two story house. After parking, you both climb out of the car, stretching to work out the kinks of sitting in one spot for hours. You grab your bags while Nero grabs his and leads you up the pebbled foot path to the front door.

Before he can stick the key in the lock, the door swings open into a warmly lit foyer. The hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life stands there, cool gaze flicking from Nero to you back to Nero. He’s well dressed to be at home, a dark blue cable knit sweater paired with soft grey joggers ending on bare feet; his spiked hair looks messy, like he’s run his hands through it, with several fallen strands highlighting his face. A strong jaw offset by a soft mouth draws in your eyes.

“Son,” his raspy voice sends chills dancing down your spine. “Who is our lovely guest?”

Nero brushes his thumb against his nose, a nervous tic you’ve noticed about him. “Ah, well, surprise,” he hunches his shoulders, a sheepish smile pulling at his lips. “Didn’t think you’d mind.”

His dad’s glacial eyes snap to you. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Nero hurriedly introduces everyone, making you grin over at him once he says his dad’s name is Vergil.

“You guys like to keep it classic, huh?”

Vergil’s mouth twitches, the hint of a smile trying to appear. “Yes, quaint, isn’t it?”

You laugh outright and Nero scratches the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, Well.. we’re kinda beat.”

His dad nods, smoothly stepping forward to clasp your bags in his hands. “Follow me to your rooms.”

You sputter out a protest that is quickly shot down—“A lady never carries her own luggage”—Vergil’s raised eyebrow and dismissive tone makes your heart flutter. He leads the two of you further into the house and upstairs. Once you get settled in, you fall asleep in no time.

The next few days are filled with Nero showing you around his house and neighborhood.

Oddly enough, whenever you and Nero hang out around his home, his dad is nearby. Nero offhandedly mentions a few times that that’s not his norm.

“He must be on vacation this week,” he complains to you under his breath, watching Vergil make his way through the living room to the kitchen. “I swear he’s never around when I’m on break.”

“Is he never around or are you always out with Kyrie?” You tease good naturedly.

“Shut up,” he laughs, tossing a throw pillow at you before slumping back on the couch. ”It just feels like he’s hovering.”

You shrug, attention going back to the television. You’d never say it out loud, especially to Nero, but you definitely don’t mind seeing his dad hanging around.

Nero eventually introduces you to his neighbor and childhood friend, Nico—a rowdy young woman who you click with almost instantly. She razzes Nero about everything, and it never fails to make you laugh. The last person he brings around is the infamous Kyrie. She’s so kind and pretty, you understand why Nero is so smitten.

The four of you hang out a few times and it’s fun, but you're glad when you have a free day to yourself. Craving homemade scones, Nero is nice enough to run out to the store to grab some ingredients. It’s only until he’s back that you realize a few items are still missing, and he promises to run out and grab those, too.

Alone once more in the kitchen, you decide to get a head start on the recipe.

Humming, your brows pinch together, immersed in looking over the recipe you have saved in your phone. You’re ninety-nine percent sure you have everything added to the bowl, but you just want to double check before you start mixing. Too busy cataloging ingredients, you don’t notice Vergil standing near the kitchen entryway.

“Okay,” you say to yourself out loud, pushing the phone further up the counter so you can pull the bowl and whisk to you. “Beat by hand for two minutes.”

“What are you making?”

An embarrassingly high pitched squeal escapes you before you can stop it. Spinning around, you see Nero’s dad gazing at you in amusement although his face remains stoic.

“Oh my gosh,” you hold your hand over your heart. “I-I didn’t hear you come in. You scared me to death.”

“Apologies,” he lets his lips quirk up, a shadow of a grin. “It was not my intention.”

Blowing out a short breath, you shake your head. “No, I mean I know you didn’t mean to. And, uh, I’m just baking lemon scones. Nero picked up some ingredients for me earlier, but he’s off getting the rest right now.”

He steps closer, eyes dragging down your body before flicking up to your mixing bowl. “And do you require any assistance?”

His low tone has you biting your bottom lip, watching when his eyes catch on the movement. “Uh, s-sure, I mean if you don’t mind.”

He graces you with a half smile, “I would not have offered otherwise. Tell me how you need me.”

Your skin feels hot and a nervous sweat breaks out across your hairline. Aside from a few stuttered words, you’re able to explain to Vergil and in no time you both are working side by side in quiet harmony.

His hands catch your eyes; pianist hands, you think. Long dexterous fingers offset by pale skin with blue veins snaking their way from his knuckles up his forearms. You want to sink your teeth into his skin. It’s unfair how good he looks.

You’ve only spent a little bit of time with Nero’s father; it’s mostly been with his friends and girlfriend. Vergil, you’ve noticed, is quiet—more prone to reading in the soft lamplight of the living room than loud conversation. Nico says Nero is much more like his uncle (“A loud mouthed braggart to paraphrase Vergil,“ Nico snickered). So lost in thought, you almost miss him speaking.

“This is nice,” he murmurs at you, side-eying you before glancing back at his hands.

Smiling down at the mixing bowl, you nod. “It is.”

“I am..” his mouth purses, like he’s tasting out the word he’s searching for, “glad Nero invited you.”

At his admission, you turn to fully look at his side profile. A straight nose with strong cheekbones—he notices you looking and turns to face you, shifting your view onto his sharp eyes and Cupid’s bow mouth.

His thumb comes up to brush against your cheek, hand cupping your jaw, and you gasp. Heart tripping over itself in your chest, you feel rooted to the spot, trapped by indecision and nerves. The heat from his hand draws you in, head angling toward his palm.

“You have a streak of flour,” his low voice sends butterflies fluttering in your chest.

Your lips part and his eyes flick from your gaze down to your mouth. Before anything else happens, the side door of the kitchen swings open with a bang, Nero cursing under his breath as he steps through. Vergil easily slips away from you, turning back to the kitchen counter. Hands clenching at your sides, you try to calm your nerves, pulling in a deep breath before shakily letting it out.

Nero drops a small paper bag on the counter next to Vergil. “Did she rope you into it, too?”

He grins at you and you flip him off.

“Nooo,” you roll your eyes with a sigh. “He volunteered.”

“More like volun-told,” Nero laughs, holding up his hands as you reach over to push his arm.

“Why don’t you make like a tree and beat it?” You grouse.

A soft chuckle meets your ears, and you shoot a quick look at Vergil and catch his amused expression.

Nero sighs, “Well, I know when I’m not wanted. I just came to drop off the rest of it, gotta meet up with Nico to look over some project.”

Nodding, you watch as Nero heads out the way he came in. “Tell her hi from me.”

“Will do!” He waves without looking, shutting the door behind him.

A slightly awkward silence rings out after Nero’s departure. Clearing your throat, you turn back to the work space.

“Okay, so where were we?”

Vergil tilts his head at you, “I believe you were waiting on Nero’s delivery in order to continue.”

“Right,” you smile, embarrassment warming your chest.

You try to reach over Vergil to grab the bag Nero left when he shifts out of the way; nearly losing your balance, he braces your hips and twists the same time you step forward, leaving you pinned between his firm body and the counter. Nervous excitement has your palms sweating as you grip the countertop.

“Apologies,” you can feel the rumble of his voice from where your back presses against his chest.

A warm, woodsy smell encompasses you; the scent of bergamot and birch with an undertone of cloves. It sends a pulse of need through your core. Your fingertips tingle, arousal thrumming heavily in your veins. Belatedly, you realize he now has both hands on your hips. Where Vergil presses against you, he’s warm, the kind of heat that seeps into your bones and keeps you.

His lips brush across the side of your neck, as faint as butterfly wings, sending chills to race down your spine.

Lips touch the shell of your ear. “Is this.. okay?”

“More than,” you breathe out in reply.

In one fluid motion, he turns you around and lifts you up, seating you on the kitchen counter. The gain in height only makes you a few inches taller than the older man in front of you. Running your fingers up across his chest, your hands come to rest on his shoulders. His lips quirk into a half smile and it makes your heart thud heavily in anticipation.

His hands slide from your hips down to your thighs, palms a hot brand against the skin. Attempting to squeeze them closed, he clicks his tongue, thumbs digging into the dough of your thighs.

“Relax,” he breathes out, stepping even closer—his clothes rasp against your bare legs and makes you shiver.

You suck your bottom lip into your mouth, and he leans forward with a soft groan.

“Tempting me with this sinful little mouth,” his words send a pulsing throb to your clit. “Shall I sample a taste?”

“Yes, please,” you whisper, eyes dilating, fingers curling into his sweater to anchor yourself.

Molten heat, like sun warmed honey, drips down your throat. Hungrily, he parts your lips, tongue slipping inside to taste you. Eyes fluttering closed, the dark may hide your sight but the feel of him surrounds you. His hands grip onto your thighs more tightly, a delicious bite of pain that makes your cunt clench around nothing.

He whispers something against your lips when he pulls away, but kisses you again before you can ask what. Vergil’s tongue slides into your mouth like he owns it. He kisses slow and deep, taking his time to map out your mouth. You're swept up, unable to think outside of the litany of more more more drumming inside your skull.

Hands slipping across the back of his neck, your fingers run through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp earning you a low groan. You greedily swallow it down along with the saliva from his insistent mouth. Rocking forward, you seek out more pleasure for yourself. The zipper on his slacks press against your cunt perfectly, clit swollen and questing for more.

Pulling you closer to the edge, he chuckles against your mouth. His lips drag across your jaw, lightly nipping the skin where it hinges. His tongue and teeth slowly map a trail across your neck. Slick saturates the gusset of your panties, pussy feeling hot. Your hand blindly reaches down and gropes him through his slacks and he grunts, fingers squeezing the fat of your thighs.

“Let me take you to bed,” he mumbles into your neck, dropping a small kiss to your skin.

“Okay,” you whisper against his hair. Lifting his head, he kisses you again, soft and wet.

It seems like you only blink, and you find yourself in his bedroom. You don’t really take much in except for the bed, a large mahogany centered against the wall. Feeling him at your back, your trembling legs take you over the mattress. Laying down, a whiff of cloves and bergamot steals into your nose.

Recognizing the smell from earlier in the kitchen, his sheets are saturated with it, making you bury your face into them. Breathing in makes you dizzy with want.

“Let me see your face, lovely one,” he coos, strong hands gripping your waist to flip you onto your back. “Such a sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“Vergil,” you whimper, legs parting, allowing him to slot himself between your thighs.

He kisses you, rough and heated, tongue slipping into your mouth before coaxing your own past his lips. Sucking the wet muscle, his canines press down gently, sending a pulsing want through your clit. Your fingers tangle in his hair and tug on the light strands. Whining, your hips roll up, grinding along the bulge pressing against the apex of your thighs.

Vergil sits back, hands dragging down your body. The knuckles of one his hands rubs across the seam of your lounge shorts, rubbing soft circles against the material, pressing it into your clit.

“I can feel how hot and needy you are,” he murmurs, blue eyes blown out in arousal. “May I?”

At your nod, his fingers slip into the band of your shorts and underwear, tugging them both down and off at the same time. Strings of slick cling to the gusset of your panties before snapping when he pulls them away.

“Look at you,” he groans. “Such a slick little cunt.”

“Fuck,” you whimper, thighs twitching with the effort to keep them open.

Kneeling between your thighs, he drops a kiss at the bend of your right knee before slowly trailing kisses with the soft hint of teeth up your thigh. Skipping over your soaked slit, he presses kisses into your left thigh, leaving off with a gentle bite to your leg.

Hands grasping at his sheets, you writhe and whimper, hips jumping up to tempt his plush mouth to kiss your dripping pussy. He smirks up at you, mouth nipping at the junction of your thigh and cunt.

“Please, Vergil,” you pant, letting go of the sheets to run your hands through his hair.

“So sweet.” His fingers wrap around your wrist and tugs your hand to his mouth, kissing the inside of your wrist.

His teeth sink into soft skin, lips and tongue roughly sucking a mark onto your wrist. Clit throbbing with the dull pain from his mouth, your free hand claws at his shoulder, head tilting back with a whine. Letting go with an audible pop, his tongue laps at the teeth indentations left on your skin.

“Now, to taste that hot little cunt,” he murmurs, kissing the mark one more time before dropping his head back down to your thighs.

The breath leaves your lungs in a gusty moan. Vergil’s tongue glides along your slit, ending with a soft kiss to your clit. With a groan, he buries his face into your cunt, tongue parting your slick folds to lick into your drippy hole. His hands frame your pussy, thumbs pulling your lips apart, allowing him to lick into you deeper. You clench down on his hot tongue, eyes rolling back when he chuckles against your sensitive cunt.

Pulling away with an obscene slurp, his tongue laps upward until he can circle your pudgy clit. Shifting one hand, he softly pulls back the hood of your clit, kitten licking the swollen bud until you’re scratching his shoulders and keening loudly. Humming, his blue eyes gaze up your body, and it makes your core burn hot. Flattening his tongue, he licks a broad stripe across your clit, and it sends more slick leaking from your pussy.

“Feels so good,” you gasp, nails sinking into his soft sweater. Tears clump your lashes together.

“You taste good,” he mumbles against your pussy. “Like ambrosia.”

His tongue presses back inside, hungrily tasting your cunt, strong nose rubbing across your fat clit. Moaning, your toes curl from the pleasure humming through your body.

“Please, I need you,” you keen, “I need you inside me.”

“You need what inside you?” He pulls away with a suckling kiss to your clit.

Blinking the wetness from your eyes, you tighten your grip onto his shoulders, lightly pulling him upward.

“Your cock,” you whimper, lips parting when he presses his mouth to your jaw. You can feel his lips curve into a grin.

“Good girl,” his low voice washes over you as he kisses the apple of your cheek.

He sits back on his haunches, hands stretching behind his head to grasp his sweater. Tugging it off in one fluid motion, strands of hair messily falling around his face while he drops the sweater into the floor. Biting your lip, your eyes greedily take in his toned chest and stomach. Your hands unconsciously reach out to drag down his sternum. Eyes following your hand, they drop down to his lap, tracing the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric.

Flushed with heat, you bite your bottom lip, blown out gaze meeting his own. Palm pressing flat to his abdomen, you slide down to cup him through his slacks. A low sound escapes him from deep in his throat; it makes your clit throb. His hands quickly undo his pants, tugging them down his muscled thighs. Your mouth waters, a whine slipping out to see him bare before you since he’s not wearing anything underneath.

“The way you look at me drives me crazy,” his raspy tone sends chills across your skin.

He fists his cock with one hand while the other one moves up to your face, brushing a thumb across your bottom lip. Pressing forward, the digit slips into your mouth, pinning your tongue down as he cups your chin with his forefinger. Whimpering, you hollow your cheeks, sucking on his thumb softly, inner thighs trying to close but stopped by his body centered between your legs.

Letting go of your face, he swipes his wet thumb across his leaking tip before popping it back into your mouth. Salty musk floods your mouth and you moan, eyelashes fluttering as you run your tongue all around his thumb, lapping the precum up greedily. Tugging the digit free from your mouth, he smears your spit all across your lips.

“I’m very eager to be inside you, to stretch you open until you cry,” his eyes are nearly black, pupils swallowing up the blue until it’s a thin ring.

Reaching down, you grasp the hemline of your shirt and tug it up. Vergil joins you in removing your clothing, nimble fingers undoing your bra and slipping it away from your body. His hands grope your tits, thumbs brushing over your stiff nipples and making you cry out pitifully.

“So sensitive, too,” he murmurs, more to himself; his eyes take in your naked body before snapping up to meet your gaze. “Aren’t you a sweet treat?”

A shadow of a smile flits across his face; if you had blinked you would’ve missed it. His head dips down and he drops a kiss to your sternum. Breath hitching in your chest, your hands drop to the sheets to grip them tightly. His lips trail across your breasts, taking his time to kiss and lick each one. Sinking his teeth into the underside of your left breast, you keen softly, thighs falling open even further.

Suckling at your nipples, Vergil reaches down and grasps his cock, rubbing it across your soaked slit. The slick dripping from your pussy costs his dick, letting him easily grind against you. Fingers circling the base, he grips his cock and slaps it down onto your cunt, aiming the tip to graze at your swollen clit.

“Oh, please,” you gasp, hole clenching around nothing.

Ghosting his teeth against your hard nubs, he continues to suck on your nipples. His wet lips grail from one stiff peak to the next, blue eyes slitted in pleasure. Using his thumb, he presses the head of his cock against your hole.

“I can feel you trying to suck me in already,” his lips brush against the soft skin of your breasts.

Notching his cock at your fluttering pussy, he slowly pushes inside with a low groan. He buries his face into your neck, strands of hair tickling your jaw.

“I-it’s too big,” you pant, hands moving to claw at his shoulders. “Oh, god, it’s so good.”

He growls at your words, hips rocking into you harder than before. Your breath slips from you, the total feeling of fullness overtaking your senses—cunt stuffed with Vergil’s thick length.

He laces your fingers together, palm to palm, heart line to heart line; you can’t stop yourself from kissing him, helplessly, irrevocably ruined on his cock.

“Doing so well, taking me so deep.” He licks the shell of your ear, and you shudder, clenching down on his dick. “Snug little pussy feels like she was made for me.”

You’re unable to stop yourself from babbling, “Please, please, feels so good, you’re so big, please, I need it, I need it so bad.”

“Hush,” he coos, kissing the corner of your eye, tasting the salt from your tears. “I won’t leave you wanting, my sweet.”

The heat is suffocating; the heat pulsing through your veins, the heat buried in your cunt, the heat from his body pressing you down down down into his bedding.

“Are you going to cum for me?” His grip tightens around your hands. “I can feel this needy hole suckling at my cock.”

Whine smothered by his tongue licking into your mouth, your eyes roll back, climax washing over your body like a slow rolling wave. He keeps up the smooth rocking thrusts that have his pelvis grinding perfectly into your swollen clit.

“Good girl,” he drops kisses across your cheekbones and the corner of your lips. “Milking my cock so perfectly.”

Nails digging into the backs of his hands, your legs squeeze his waist, pussy clamping down on his dick, post climax tremors racking your body. He bites down on your neck, and you rock your hips, grinding his cock deeper into your pussy.

“I shouldn’t cum inside you,” Vergil whispers against your neck, voice wrecked. “It's not responsible.”

“Don’t care,” you plead with him. “Want it, want you to cum inside me.”

He groans, hips thrusting harder, cock easily slipping in and out of your sopping wet pussy.

“I’ll spill so deep inside you.” He drags one set of your clasped hands down your body to press into your abdomen. “You’ll feel it, so hot and thick.. my cum breeding your needy cunt.”

Your pussy walls flutter and squeeze down on his cock, slick coating his cock as his words fan your arousal from smoldering embers to a blazing flame.

“Vergil, please.” Sounding like a broken record, you beg him for more. “You can cum in me as much as you want.”

He growls, teeth sinking into your shoulder.

“Yes, fuck,” you choke out, tears beading your lash line. “Mark me up, do whatever you want.”

“You must stop offering me such delightful gifts,” he groans. “I’ll keep you full all night.”

He presses your hands more tightly against your lower abdomen.

“You’ll be dripping for days.”

With a low grunt that makes your cunt pulse, he flips you two over without pulling out. Now, his back is to the mattress with you sitting atop his lap. Your cunt flutters wildly around his dick, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat.

“Look at you,” his eyes are dark, drawing you in easily. “So lovely.”

Moaning, you eagerly bounce on his cock; Vergil laces your hands together again, helping you brace yourself. Biting your bottom lip, you roll your hips faster, grinding his cock along your g-spot and making your pussy gush so much slick it drips down his balls.

You want to cum; you want to cum so bad. He feels so good inside you, you think you might go crazy. He’s thick, stretching you open on that perfect edge of almost too much and just enough. His fat tip keeps knocking into your womb, the pleasurepain skittering down your spine and making your eyes water. He has to cum inside you.

You think you say as much out loud since he gives you one of those hidden smiles, wicked eyes promising you pleasure. He thrusts upward, cock rutting into your squelching cunt with deep, steady strokes. He bunches your hands together so he can clasp them in one of his, using the other to loosely grasp your neck and pull you down. Your noses bump before he nips your bottom lip.

“Are you going to cum for me, dear heart? Squeeze me until I spill all sticky, sweet inside your perfect cunt?” He whispers against your lips, the words stealing into your mouth and settling deep into your core.

Pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips, his tongue slides into your mouth, flicking against yours. You whine, pussy clamping down on his cock, climax beginning to crest inside you once again.

“That’s it, let me feel you,” Vergil coaxes, voice low and silky. “Cum for me.”

His hand moves from your neck down between your bodies to lightly rub across your clit. Pussy clenching, your grind down onto his cock and whimper. A few more soft circles against your pudgy bud and you’re cumming again. Moaning his name, your body flinches and shudders, orgasm buzzing through your senses until all you can feel is him.

“Do you still want me to fill you?” He asks, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, tugging it slightly before letting go.

“Yes, yes, please, Vergil.” You nod, body still trembling. He groans and kisses you with fervor, hands gripping your hips so tightly it stings.

Cunt dripping your cum and slick, Vergil’s cock fills you over and over until he buries himself inside your soft, fluttering walls. Groaning, his head falls back to the mattress, eyes clenched shut, his balls pumping rope after rope of cum deep inside your pussy.

Slumping forward, your nose presses uncomfortably against his collarbone. His hands loosen their grip and he runs his fingertips across your back and side, raising chillbumps in their wake. Humming, you tilt your head and kiss his neck.

“Such a sweet girl,” he rumbles in your ear.

Your eyes drift closed, and it’s not until you feel movement that you realize you have even fallen asleep.

“I did not mean to wake you.” Vergil shifts you in his arms. You can feel his spend oozing from your puffy cunt sending a frisson of heat through your clit.

Shaking your head, you ease yourself up onto your feet. “I need to go clean up.”

His eyes drag down your naked body to see the mess he left between your thighs. His cock flexes, but stays soft.

“Shall I accompany you to the bath?”

Feeling shy and a little intimidated, you nod. “That would be nice.”

He ushers you into his en suite bathroom, fussing over the towels and water temperature before finally settling you both under the shower spray. Vergil lathers you in his body wash, being careful to wash every inch of your skin. You hum, eyes closed and totally relaxed. Soft kisses are pressed into your shoulders and neck. Between the warmth of his body and the drumming heat of the water, you think to yourself it’s quite easy to fall for someone like Vergil.

Once he finishes with you, he sets to cleaning himself. Vergil bats your hands away from helping him wash off. He keeps it perfunctory, just a quick and thorough cleaning before he’s pressing back against you in the water, lips seeking yours out. You look up at him, his hair beaten down by the water and making him look younger. Fingers running through his wet strands, you slick it back.

“You’re really handsome,” you mumble, feeling embarrassed and juvenile once the words escape you.

He grasps the wrist marked by his teeth and drops a soft kiss to your palm.

“And you are unequivocally lovely.” His blue eyes never waver from your gaze. “You have bewitched me quite easily.”

His hands cup your jaw, thumbs brushing across your cheek bones. “Would it be forward of me to ask for a courtship?”

You laugh, blinking the water from your eyes. “Kind of did things a bit backwards, huh?”

His lips tic into a half smile. “Yes, a bit backwards.”

Smiling, you slip your arms around his shoulders. “I’d love to go out with you.” Pausing, your eyes dart to the side, a frown pinching your brow. “You don’t think it’s weird I’m Nero’s friend?”

“As long as you do not find it odd that I’m his father,” he jokes, and it makes you smile up at him again.

“Then, it’s settled,” you stretch up on your toes to kiss his nose.

A huff of laughter escapes him before he kisses you sweetly. His hands still cup your jaw, keeping your head angled perfectly for him to deepen the kiss into something hot and heavy. After a few minutes of making out under the shower spray, you both begin to feel the water cooling off.

“Let’s get out.” He kisses you one last time, a quick peck to your lips, before shutting the water off and stepping out of the shower.

Returning quickly, he wraps a towel around you and gently dries you off. Once you’re ready, he drops the towel and has you put on one of his bathrobes. It’s too long in the sleeves and the hem touches the floor, but it’s soft and comfortable. He towels off quickly, eyes never straying too far from you. You watch him, with a dopey smile on your face you’re sure.

After cinching the towel around his waist, Vergil runs a hand through his damp hair, brushing it back from his face except for a few strands that stubbornly refuse to move.

“Let’s find you something to wear.” He tugs the end of the robe’s sleeve. “But it seems like my clothes may wear a bit long on you.”

You shrug, following him back into the bedroom. “I can head back to my room and—”

“Nonsense,” he cuts you off. “Especially since you’ll be sleeping in here, there is no reason to leave the room for tonight.”

“Oh!” Surprise suffuses your features.

“Did you think I would have you leave?” A nonplussed look combined with an eyebrow raise leaves you feeling sheepish.

“I didn’t think about it honestly,” you smile awkwardly. “But I’m more than happy to stay.”

“Good,” he tugs you in for a kiss before guiding you over to his closet. “I have a few items you can wear comfortably.”

Walking into the closet, he moves over to a built in wardrobe, leaving you to look around the space. You wander over to a tall mirror seated into the wall. Vergil turns with a shirt in hand and sees you admiring the ornate frame.

“It was a gift from my mother,” he says conversationally, stepping behind you.

“It’s gorgeous,” you smile at him through the reflected surface.

“Thank you,” he nods, then holds up the shirt. “May I?”

“Oh, sure,” you go to turn and he stops you.

One hand undoes your robe and lets it fall to the floor; his nostrils flare, eyes dragging down your naked body. Surprisingly, he doesn’t do anything more than help slip the shirt over your head. The fabric is soft and it smells like him, making your heart beat fast. He smoothes it down your body, hands resting on your hips.

Vergil pushes up against you and you bite your lip to feel his cock rutting against your thigh.

“Like what you see?” You tease, lifting the hem of the shirt from where it falls against your upper thighs, barely concealing your naked cunt.

“Always,” he nips your earlobe, hands drifting under your shirt to pull it up over your breasts.

He pinches your nipples and your head falls against his chest. Mewling, you rock back against his chubbed cock. One hand groping your tits, he slips the other away to undo his robe. Vergil’s hand then grasps your hip, thumb digging into your lower back. Notching his cock at your pussy, he swipes through the slick leaking from your hole.

“So eager,” his svelte voice fills your ears the same time he sinks inside your wet pussy.

He pins you to the mirror, the cool glass almost too much for your hard nipples. He pistons his cock harder into you, smushing your tits into the reflected glass. Face turned to the side, your breath fogs the mirror with each gasping pant. Your reedy moans and his soft grunts fill the closet space; long deep strokes of his cock send pleasure surging through your body. You’re still so sensitive from earlier, it doesn’t take long to push you to the edge.

“Look at you,” he groans. “Spread open and perfect. Taking me so well.”

“Vergil,” you whimper, eyes fluttering with every bump against your cervix.

“Do you know how delectable it is that you can cum like this?” He rumbles, raspy tone making you clench down on him. “I don’t even need to touch your pretty clit, just fill this slick cunt with my cock until you’re cumming around me.”

“Oh, god, I’m so close, please,” you babble, spit smearing against the mirror from your parted lips.

He shifts his grip from your hips to your ass, squeezing hard enough for fat to dimple between his fingers. Grunting, he fucks into you even harder, cock splitting you open with every deep stroke. His drippy tip bumps into the opening of your womb and sends pleasure careening through your veins. Pressure builds up in your core and you twist your hips, trying to change the angle of Vergil’s dick.

“W-wait, I’m—I think I’m gonna pee,” embarrassment makes your voice squeaky. “Vergil, please, I don’t wanna make a mess.”

He grunts, hips thrusting harder. “Let yourself go. I promise it will be fine. Your sweet cunt is just feeling good.”

Hands pushing at the mirror, you raise up but the angle only drives his cock in deeper, the head nailing your cervix and making your legs tremble. Clit pulsing, the tight band of arousal centered in your core finally snaps. Slick gushes around Vergil’s cock, nearly pushing him out of your pussy. Pussy walls flutter and pulse around his thick length, sucking him further into your soaked cunt.

“Perfect girl,” he groans, leaning forward to bite and kiss your neck. “Look at you squirting for me.”

Your watery eyes turn to your reflection and you take in your fucked out expression. Eyes moving from yours to Vergil, you watch him in the mirror. His eyes meet yours and he smirks.

“Didn’t that feel good?” He coos. “Now, rub that sweet, swollen clit. Let’s make you feel even better.”

Feeling wrung out, you sluggishly do as he says. Your fingers rub your clit in soft circles and your pussy flutters around his cock.

“Perfect,” he whispers, burying his face against your shoulder, teeth biting into the muscle. “So lovely.”

You whimper and whine, pussy swollen and sensitive and yet you still want to cum for Vergil, let him feel you squeeze down on his cock. He continues biting into your shoulders, breath hot on your neck when he finally raises his head to stare at you in the mirror.

“I’m close,” he murmurs. “Are you ready for my seed? Ready for me to spill inside you.. right here?” One hand slides up to press his palm flat to your lower abdomen. “Cum inside you so deep, you’ll be dripping for days.”

“Please, please,” you beg, tears clumping your lashes together. “I want you to cum inside me. Please, Vergil, please.”

“How can I deny such a sweet request?” He hums.

His hand joins yours, fingertips strumming across your clit and sending electricity zinging through your brain. He kisses a sensitive spot on your neck that leaves you shuddering, and he latches onto the skin, teeth and tongue working to leave a mark. Cock brushing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt paired with his fingers playing with your pudgy clit sends you spiraling into another orgasm.

“Utterly perfect,” he growls, letting your walls milk his cock as you slump into the mirror, climax wiping out your muscles.

Reaching under your thighs, Vergil hooks your legs over his forearms and lifts you up. Too tired to care, he spreads you open, showing you both where he’s splitting you open. Grunting, he fucks you, cock barely pulling out before filling you once more. It doesn’t take long for him to drop you down onto his dick as he thrusts up, stilling with a low groan. Hot spurts of cum coat your pussy walls, making you gasp and clench down on his cock.

“Such a good girl,” he moans in your ear and your hole clamps down on him even harder.

Grunting, he pumps his cock slowly in and out, spurting the rest of his thick, sticky load into your cunt. There’s so much, you can see some of it bubble out from around his cock. When Vergil finally pulls out, his dick is coated in your slick and his spend; a quick glance at your hole shows it completely stuffed with his cum.

Feeling self conscious, you squirm in his hold. “Y-you can put me down now.”

He chuckles and it sends butterflies through your chest.

“I rather like this view,” he noses against your ear before kissing the shell.

His half hard cock rubs against your ass and you whimper.

“Maybe we should call it a night, hmm?”

You nod, watching as Vergil continues to nuzzle against your ear. He turns his attention back to you, eyes locking on yours in the mirror.

“So much for that shower,” you mumble, surprising him enough he barks out a laugh.

“Apologies,” he kisses your cheek. “Should we have another?”

Shaking your head, you turn your head to kiss his temple. “No sense. I have a feeling we’d only end up this way again.”

“I fear you are right,” he kisses you before slowly lowering your legs down to the floor. Clicking your tongue, you wince at the thick glob of cum oozing from your pussy.

“Bend over,” he suddenly orders and you have no reason to resist.

He spreads your cunt and slides his tongue into your messy hole.

“Vergil,” you squeal.

“Hush,” he pats your ass and you bite your lip. “I’m cleaning up my mess.”

Overly sensitive, you moan quietly, feeling every swipe of his probing tongue as he licks his cum out of your pussy. Once he can’t taste any more dripping out of you, Vergil pulls away, dropping one last kiss to your lower back before standing up.

Once more, he smoothes down the shirt he picked out for you to wear to bed, eyes warm in and otherwise stoic expression.

“Now shall we head to bed?”

You laugh, legs shaky enough that Vergil wraps a hand around your waist to let you lean against him.

“Are we going to bed? Or are we going to bed?” You raise your eyebrows at him, amusement coloring your voice.

“Both,” he deadpans, and you snort before covering your mouth.

“How is that funny?” He murmurs, grabbing your waist and manhandling you down onto the bed.

His hands brush your thighs and your hips, seeking out any ticklish spots. Laughing, you sink your hands into his hair and guide him up to your mouth for a kiss. He sighs against your lips, and you whimper to taste yourself on his tongue.

Pulling away, he glances down at your bare thighs. “Shall I procure undergarments?”

“No, thank you.” You run your hands down his neck to his shoulders. “I don’t think I’ll need any.”

His shoulders twitch under your hands as he breathes out a soft laugh.

“Are you suggesting that I cannot keep my hands to myself?”

“I’m suggesting,” you whisper against his mouth, “that I don’t mind if you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

He licks into your mouth, groans muffled against your tongue. Hot, open mouthed kisses simmer down to sweet, soft presses of his lips until he finally pulls back.

“As delightful as another round would be, we should attempt to sleep,” he sighs, forehead pressing against your temple.

“Mmm hmm,” you agree readily, your body starting to feel how tired you truly are. “No complaints from me.”

He hums, the sound tickling your face and making you giggle. Tossing the covers back, he helps you get comfortable before tugging the sheets back over your bodies. Sighing happily, you snuggle into Vergil’s chest, letting his scent and body heat lull you to sleep.

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renn-pumkin-head · 1 day ago

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Hihi

Idk if your still doing asks. But nero x emo reader? Like not goth full 2000s emo or scene

—Everybody's Fool—

A/N: hi anon! Of course, I'm still doing asks! ☺️ and GAHHH yesss!! I'd love to write this! I've been thinking about writing Nero with an emo reader, because I, myself am one! Shsishsj (I mean I listen to emo music and know my way around the subculture!) I hope you enjoy this 😁🫶🏻 and thank you for the request! Not proofread.

Warnings: 18+, MATURE (just in case, it's not smut but better safe than sorry), swearing, mentions of smoking weed & getting high to release stress, mentions of wanting to fuck, DMC4 Nero, set in the 2000s (I apologize for the inaccuracies, I was just born at that time send help), friends to lovers, fem!reader, no y/n, making out, heavy petting, dry humping, AU where Nero grew up with a father (cough Vergil cough).

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Title from Everybody's Fool by Evanescence

"You know, you're gonna get brain damage from that, right?"

Hearing Nero's voice, you turn your head to see him with a sling over his right arm. You took in another hit of your joint, already halfway through it, and feeling the effects of the weed.

"Does it matter if I do? Life is at its best right now, Nero, let loose and get that weird stick out of your ass." You stuck your tongue out at him and grinned, making the white-haired boy roll his eyes at you.

He sat down next to you on your couch, your place not being too far from the orphanage where he volunteered. Taking advantage of the moment, you propped your legs on his lap, making him grunt, but did nothing to take them off.

You noticed the furrow of his brows, obvious that something was bothering him. "What's up, Birdbrain?"

"I told you not to call me that— and it's nothing. Just... just the usual, I guess." Nero shrugged, his fingers drawing random shapes on your thigh, a small sigh leaving his lips. "My dad's being a dick again."

An 'O' shape formed on your mouth, recalling quite well how his dad could be. They didn't have the best relationship with each other, but they were trying to make it work. Somehow.

You passed the joint over to him, a deeper frown forming on Nero's face. "Why are you handing me this?"

"To smoke. Duh," you stated bluntly, staring at him with an 'isn't it obvious' look. "Just try it. You won't get brain damage from trying it once.."

Nero's gaze bounced between you and the weed between your fingers, unsure if he should take up on your offer or not. Another sigh left his lips before throwing caution into the wind.

"Just this once," he muttered to himself, taking the half-smoked joint from you and taking a drag. Coughing and wheezing out smoke, Nero's face turned sour as you started laughing at his failed attempt.

"Stop laughing– ugh.. you didn't tell me it was this strong." He wiped his mouth, handing it back to you.

"Do you want me to shotgun you? It'll be easier since you seem to not know how to smoke," you offered with a mischievous giggle, Nero groaning with skepticism.

"Fine.. will this really help me reduce stress?"

"Yeah, duh. Why do you think I'm so chill all the time?" Moving your legs from his lap, you sat up and tugged Nero closer to you. His breath hitched before he clenched his jaw at the sudden proximity. "Relax, just inhale when I blow into your mouth, 'kay?"

You took a quick drag of the weed and tapped on his chin, signalling him to open his mouth a bit. Leaning closer, you blew the smoke into his mouth, your eyes hooded as you exhaled.

"Okay, now hold it in for a bit," you mumbled, watching him struggle to hold it in, but he managed before exhaling with a small cough. "There you go, Atta boy."

His face flushed from the nickname but didn't say shit about it, blaming the cannabis that was already in your system to call him by such a name. It worked through him slowly, but with every drag and shotgun from you, soon enough, he was feeling a lot looser.

"This position is getting uncomfortable. Come here," Nero grumbled, grabbing your arm without much notice, making you straddle his lap. His uninjured arm gently caressed your hip, fiddling with your studded belts.

If you were being honest, the position you were in earlier wasn't that uncomfortable, but you didn't call him out on it. You let him play with your belts, taking one last hit out of your smoke, Nero already tilting his head up and opening his mouth slightly, waiting for you to shotgun him.

"Don't you think you've had enough, Birdbrain?" You purred teasingly but exhaled into his mouth anyway. Lingering for a beat, Nero's eyes darted down to your lips before licking his own.

A huff left you, curious about what was going through his head. "Care to share with the class, Nero? We smoked my whole joint and you look like you're about to fly off to shitfuck nowhere—"

Nero's lips pressed against yours, cutting your sentence short and surprising you. His hand went from your sides to the back of your head, pulling you closer and tangling his fingers in your dyed hair.

"Your hair is really pretty. Did– did I ever tell you that?" He mumbled against you, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth.

You ignored his question and focused on kissing him. Throwing the joint butt on your ashtray not too far away from where the two of you were sitting, you let your hands roam freely along his shoulders and the back of his head.

Moving his hand from your hair, Nero slid his hands down from your nape back to your sides before finally settling on your hips.

He grunted as he freed his other hand from his sling, not bothering to hide his Devil Bringer arm from you. You've seen it enough times, and you didn't freak out, thinking it was cool instead.

"Fuck, you're so pretty.. can I keep kissing you?"

Pulling away, Nero pleaded while panting heavily, his eyes lidded yet focused on your expression. He really didn't want to stop kissing you, now that he's gotten a taste.

You hummed, pretending to think about it, teasing him, but both of you already knew the answer. "I don't know... can you?"

He rolled his eyes, caressing your jaw and leaning in for another kiss. Nero was eager, and you knew it, giggling softly between the kisses.

Your brain was hazy from your high, your body moving languidly against your best friend. Accidentally rolling your hips down, Nero let out a strained groan, his grip tightening around your hip and jaw as he pulled away from your lips. "Fuck– don't.. don't do that—"

"Do what? This?" You ground yourself against him again, on purpose this time, another groan leaving his lips. The grin on your face returned, realizing why he was telling you to stop.

Nero was either going to die from embarrassment or from his brain lacking oxygen due to all his blood going down to his groin. He doesn't even remember why he came to your place anymore.

All he remembers was that he was frustrated about Vergil, but all of it became a blur the moment he laid his eyes on you. Lying on your couch, lazily smoking weed in your short shorts, fishnet tights and a loose tee of band you liked. Studded belts and bead bracelets decorated your hips and arms, and your hair was styled into its usual look.

And now that he was looking properly, you had your makeup done too; eyelids pigmented with black eyeshadow, sharp eyeliner and—a now, smudged—red lip.

"You don't know how much I want to fuck you right now.." He puffed out, lips coated with spit and hair dishevelled from your hand running through them.

His hands roamed along your thighs, fingers playing with hem and muttering something about it not being a skirt instead.

"Maybe next time," you crooned, Nero's head perking up at the promise of next time as he slid his hands under your band tee, feeling up your soft skin under the material.

"You're not messing with me, right? Because I swear, I will be pissed at you for a week if you are..." he murmured, only to settle with a moan when you pressed yourself down on his clothed dick, grinding and pressing soft kisses on his throat.

The sound that came out of his mouth sent a jolt down your spine, wanting to coax more out of him. "I'll let you fuck me next time, promise.."

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renn-pumkin-head · 1 day ago

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people who dog on nero’s haircut in dmc5 should not be allowed to speak ever again

like ur worried about the wrong thing. be more concerned about his headphones. he needs them back !!

#i got my hair cut like nero #if i cant be in him become him

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renn-pumkin-head · 1 day ago

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are you fucking stupid?

me:

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renn-pumkin-head · 1 day ago

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imma freak for him fr, but also he’s just. so cool in general. like nero is peak cool guy and i love it so much.

also big fan of how he went from having one (1) arm at the start of dmc5 to having four (4) at the end like okay overachiever i see you !!

#so real for this babe #>>>>>#he’s so cool i luv him #but also #nero LET ME HITTT #so real for this

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renn-pumkin-head · 2 days ago

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I made too many

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renn-pumkin-head · 3 days ago

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DMC5 Nero and V! Including DMC4 Nero!

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renn-pumkin-head · 6 days ago

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Let the voices cook!!

🤭🫡🫡 I will make due, anon! I decided to do the hate sex with Nero and something else with Vergil– maybe jealous sex where the reader is best friends with Dante eheueheuh

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renn-pumkin-head · 6 days ago

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A/N: fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck– imagine Dante going feral over you wearing a jean pencil mini skirt– this just came to me because I, myself, am wearing said mini skirt right now, and feel like a bad bitch– self-indulgent as always, I'm currently ovulating and need to be dicked down. Not proofread.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, filthy smut, feral Dante, pussydrunk Dante, messy pussy eating, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampies, Dante bends you over his desk at Devil May Cry, pet names, praise kink.

Dante and you were supposed to go to the mall today. He promised you he'd take you out for a little shopping date after weeks of being busy with his demon-hunting jobs. It was supposed to be a cute date out of the shop and the usual noise.

But instead? Dante had you bent over his desk, panties slid down to your ankles, skirt pushed up to your waist while his face was buried tongue-deep into your sweet pussy.

You don't even know why he reacted in such a way, but if you were being honest.. you should've known.

Dante had a thing for your legs. Every time they were exposed by skirts, short shorts, or just you wearing panties and his T-shirt around the shop when the two of you were alone.

He would be stuck to your side until he had your legs spread open for him, screaming his name until you came around his tongue so many times you'd forget your name.

You were panting, whining and grasping onto anything you could on Dante's desk while he worked his tongue into your gummy walls.

"Doing so good f'me.. fuck, you taste so good, sweetheart. I can't stop, I'm sorry, your pussy is just so sweet, I couldn't help myself.."

He babbled messily against your cunt, kissing your slick lips while spreading your asscheeks a bit wider. God, he loved your pussy so much.

Dante teased you, his tongue flat against your slit, spreading them open, sucking on your clit and making you squirm.

"Dante, we were supposed to go shopping– hngh! Fuck- ah, mmnnhh–" "Shhh, just enjoy this for now, hmm?"

When he's made you cum on his tongue enough times, Dante's getting up from the floor and impatiently unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants.

"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry, but I'm so hard. You won't mind if we take a little longer, right? I'm gonna spoil you so good later, I promise, sweetheart, just let me sink my cock into you, hm? Yeah?"

He was rambling, grasping your hips, spitting on his hand before stroking his hard erection. He ground himself against you, lubricating himself with your slick, making a bigger mess between your thighs.

When he had you whining for his dick, Dante listened, aligning himself against your gaping entrance.

The two of you moaned in unison as he sunk into your snug pussy. Dante didn't wait for you to get used to his size, pulling himself out until his fat tip was left before slamming into you once more.

"Ah– Dante, ngh– I– fuck–mnngh–" "Shh, shhh, you can take it, baby, I know you can.. you've always been such a good girl for me."

Your sweet cunt squeezed his dick just right at the sound of his praise, it made him press himself closer to you, enveloping you with his body, and peppering your neck with gentle kisses.

"Look at that, your cunt is so wet, baby.. you like being bent over like this, hm? You're making such a mess around my cock. Fuck, it's so warm and tight– so good for me, I– ngh.."

Dante was pounding into you so good, you were seeing stars with every rough thrust, his cockhead hitting that one spot that made you cry out for him.

When your walls started pulsing around him, signaling him that you were close, he picked up his thrusts and moved one of his hands to find your clit, rubbing it in harsh circles.

"Come on baby, come for me, squeeze my dick so I can fill you up, yeah? I'll fill you up so good that my cum will leak down your thigh while we shop for your pretty clothes.."

Dante's punishing strokes and the pressure on your pudgy nub were too much, your pussy clenching around him until you finally snapped, moaning his name with a keen whine while coming hard around his thick length, and milking him dry.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck– just like that, sweetheart, I'm gonna cum–your sweet cunt is gonna make me cum—ngh-!"

He babbled and grunted, clearly pussydrunk, his movements getting sloppier as he led you toward your second orgasm, your insides sensitive and spasming.

Another strained groan left his lips before Dante's balls tightened and he came into you with thick hot spurts, his cum painting your walls and filling your womb.

He kept still for a bit, keeping you plugged with his softening cock, whispering soft praise into your ear before pulling out. He watched how your mixed juices leaked out of your well-used hole, running down your thigh as you panted heavily against the desk.

"You're paying for my clothes and dinner.." "Worth it."

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renn-pumkin-head · 6 days ago

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Hihi

Idk if your still doing asks. But nero x emo reader? Like not goth full 2000s emo or scene

—Everybody's Fool—

Cross-posted to AO3.