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moistmailman · 3 months

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Dante: Wait, what do you mean you don’t know anything about Shakespeare?!

Nero: I uh….just dont know anything about the guy is all.

Dante: What?! Didn’t you learn that stuff in school?

Nero: School?! I literally was raise in a city that worshipped your father. Shakespeare wasn’t exactly the city’s priority believe it or not.

Dante:….okay, fair enough but how the hell did the poindexter guy from your city know about Shakespeare? The chicken guy. Nico’s Father?

Nero, shrugging: I don’t know. Guy was a weird. How do you of all people know about Shakespeare anyway. You didn’t go to school either.

Dante: Can’t a man have a hobby or two?

Nero: You actually read classic literature in your spare time?

Dante: Nero, my name is literally Dante.

Nero:……

Dante:….you don’t understand why my name has anything to do with classic literature, do you?

Nero: No.

Dante:…..i gotta teach those damn kids of yours in the orphanage some literature, because they aren’t going to get it out of you.

Vergil: What you two talking about? You’re being loud and irritating.

Dante: Your son doesn’t know anything about Shakespeare or classic literature for the matter.

Vergil: He what?!

Dante: I know right?

Vergil, sighing: This has to be my fault. I was the absent father in this situation. I should’ve taught him.

Nero: What?

Vergil: Does the kids at the orphanage at least know?

Dante: No, that’s why I’m going to teach them.

Vergil: You? No, you’ll need help with drawing up lessons. You were never good with paper work.

Dante: You’re right. I could use help actually. Let’s make a game plan real quick for next week.

Nero: Wait hold up.

Vergil: Lets.

*Dante and Vergil leave*

Nero:……

Kyrie, walking up: What was that about?

Nero: Uh….I guess my father and Dante are going to teach the kids about classic literature.

Kyrie:…..together?

Nero: Yep.

Kyrie: O-oh……they d-do know that the kids aren’t old enough to witness their grandpa Vergil stabbing their uncle Dante in the chest, right? That’s something that can traumatize them.

Nero: From the stories they told me about their childhoods….I doubt it.

#devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry Dante #nero sparda #dante sparta #Dante dmc #devil may cry 5 #kyrie devil may cry #vergil dmc #vergil sparda

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thealatvs · 7 months

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post-canon au. kyrie begins singing again to support her family, dante joins in on the fun (i will die on this hill of dante being the musically gifted twin: he’s a producer of art while vergil is a consumer of art). they’re unsurprisingly popular, at least in fortuna, and are able to get some live concerts every now and again. nero always attends kyrie’s concerts to support her (and dante, though he wouldn’t want to admit that). vergil also always attends, at first because of dante pestering him, and then because he genuinely enjoys their music despite it not being his genre. i also chopped off kyrie’s hair to match nero.

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc dante #dante devil may cry #dmc vergil #vergil devil may cry #dmc nero #verdan #nero devil may cry #dmc kyrie #kyrie devil may cry #nerokiri #spardacest #vd #implied i guess #there was originally more to it but i didnt feel like drawing vergil and nero #those two genuinely sucked the life out of me #but that just means i need to draw them more often #there was supposed to be a post concert photo op with k and d #n is embarrassed but does a heart finger with d #d does a thumbs up #n does half a heart with k but she kisses him on the cheek instead while he has a dazed expression #v and k is kind of awkward because k still holds a little grudge from dmc5 #they both do the thumbs up #v and d… i didnt think that far LOL #theyd spread their unique form of old man pda #this was also supposed to just be a sketch #i guess quick sketches are also on my agenda then #ill probably be practicing different styles too

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yatskari · 1 year

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#devil may cry #dmc 4 #kyrie dmc #kyrie devil may cry #it's hard to worship the savier #meme redraw

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xopinkroses · 2 years

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DMC boys + Kyrie with Reader that comfort eats♥

Summary; How Dante, Vergil, Nero and Kyrie would interact with a comfort eating Reader. Warning; Stress eating, implied binge eating disorder, implied low self esteem, brief mention of restriction/starvation (Please look after yourself, you deserve the world xo)

MASTERLIST🌸

Dante

Dante doesn’t bat an eye, he’s not judgemental in the slightest. Sure, it’s hardly the best coping mechanism but… isn’t that just part of being human? He’s hardly known for dealing with his emotions in a healthy way either. You balance each other out well, he can let his guard down with you. The jokes and cockiness that he wears as a shield are no match for you, you’re able to reach the darkest parts of his heart and make everything better. He’s not perfect, and neither are you. And that is okay. There is nothing that you can’t work through together.

If you feel embarrassed to talk about your eating problems, he’s quick to reassure you that you have nothing to be ashamed of. He won’t scold you for eating, the very thought makes him feel disgusting. He’d much rather just talk through whatever is bothering you, like any decent person would. Shame and embarrassment are two emotions you should never feel with him.

Any comments from others (well meaning or not) will be met with a thinly veiled warning, spoken in his usual light tone. He won’t bring loads of attention to you, but he won’t let you be disrespected either.

When it comes to diets, Dante respects your goals and will support you but he won’t let you starve yourself either. You don’t need to take such a drastic measure, and in the end it will only make things worse.

Dante won’t joke about your eating habits, but he’ll try to keep things light. Mainly to stop you from worrying about it. Emotional eating is triggered by negative feelings, and keeping you happy and healthy has always been Dante’s top priority.

Vergil

Vergil doesn’t understand at first. He hasn’t been around humans in a long time and while he likes to pretend he knows everything, he doesn’t remember what is normal for a human to eat. Vegetables are good, he knows that. Eva was forever trying to shove fruit and vegetables down his and Dante’s throats. But what do you mean you eat too much? Humans eat to survive, doesn’t that mean you should eat when you're hungry? You have to explain to him that he’s right… when it comes to physical hunger. But what you feel most of the time is emotional hunger. He pauses for a moment to absorb this new piece of information, brow furrowed in thought. You eat when you’re upset?

He’s very clinical in his understanding of the subject, keeping his own emotions out of it. Sure, he’s worried, but you don’t need to know that. You pretty much have a stay at home nurse living with you. He has a constant eye on what you’re eating, to the point of it being overbearing, and he ensures that you are being given all the proper nutrients your human body needs. Your emotional state is where the real trouble lies, it baffles him that you can be embarrassed about your emotional eating. It takes him a while but he figures it out– giving in to your emotional eating was a loss of control… a weakness, and he was devastated. He’d spent his entire life fighting for power, for control. How could he not realise he was hurting you? In his obsession to take care of you, he was actively making you feel worse. So, he lets up a bit. He’s still a mother hen, but he won’t have a mental breakdown if you add some sugar to your tea. As long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

Nero

Nero’s first reaction is to demand who or what is making you upset, so he can punch them (or it) out of existence.

He focuses more on stopping your urge to comfort eat than actually policing what you eat. He doesn’t want to tell you what to do, so for the most part he lets you use your own judgement. He's not your father and he’s honestly not willing to argue with you. He’s a man of action, meaning he’ll be out to bash heads and do what has to be done. If it’s a specific situation that’s making you upset, he’ll fight tooth and nail to make it better for you. If it’s an internal problem, like mental health or self esteem related, he’ll work every day to show you how loved and needed you are. How much you mean to him and everyone else in your life.

The whole thing just makes him angry, why does such a good person have to feel so down? You’re such a sweet person, you deserve to feel like the queen you are! And he’s going to make sure that you know this.

As an alternate way to blow off some steam, Nero offers to train you. If punching things can help him get his emotions out, then why shouldn’t it work for you as well?

Kyrie

Kyrie is a gentle soul, empathetic by nature. She knew you were an anxious person the moment she laid eyes on you, so sweet and shy and sadly, so down on yourself. She took note of your emotional eating even before you confided in her. She's just intuitive like that.

She definitely indulges you a bit too much. She just can't bear to see you so stressed! She is just a grandmother at heart. She wants you fed and happy, but she also knows that your emotional eating is having a negative impact on you. You're ashamed of it. And in that moment, Kyrie gives you a stern look and a talking to you'll never forget. She tells you, in no uncertain terms– Don't you dare feel bad about yourself!

You can go to Kyrie with anything, she is remarkably easy to talk to. Sitting on the couch together, mugs of tea in hand, talking about every little thing that pops into your head is a daily occurrence.

Kyrie makes sure you don't keep anything inside, you can tell her anything. Things are easy with her, she's the kind of person that shares her everything with a partner. She's kind and honest and patient, the perfect partner. She's your best friend.

Such an open environment makes it easy to communicate with each other. There are no secrets between you. It's just an extremely warm relationship, I'm in love with Kyrie incase you haven't noticed :)

~ 🖤

#devil may cry x reader #devil may cry #dante x reader #nero x reader #vergil x reader #kyrie devil may cry #kyrie x reader #dmc headcanons #devil may cry headcanons

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desmond69miles · 9 months

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Hey look its that one writer who doesn’t remember they had a tumblr blog!

I’ve been not only sick, but I’ve moved a long way from my previous house and with delayed processing I don’t notice things until like three days later it’s insane augh

There is ZERO (0) Kyrie fanfictions so I wrote something. Enjoy.

AO3 link

Kyrie/Fem!Reader (Reader is taller than Kyrie and has boobs.) NSFW (not extremely explicit.)

Warnings: Devil!Reader, morning sex, oral sex, established relationship, very poorly proofread, 1.9K words.

The warm sun shining through the windows is something you aren't sure you'll ever get used to.

Nothing can prepare you for the warm summers of Fortuna, or the loud bolstering of Kyrie and her brother, Nero. Nothing in the Underworld has ever been as bright as this, and it's one thing to be out and about in the city prepared for it, but it's another thing when the sun flickers through the huge windows in Kyrie's finely decorated bedroom.

The sheets here are soft, but she's softer.

You twist in the fabric trying to get away from the light, but it doesn't matter where you turn, it's still there. Warming your fabric-covered back.

It's everywhere .

Even when you close your eyes, you can't get away from it, and it doesn't help with all of Kyrie's crystals and other trinkets. The rays bounce off and into your skin.

You groan and pull the quilt above your head, pushing yourself down into the mattress for safety, and when that doesn't work, you seek refuge in Kyrie herself. She grumbled softly as she stirred awake, gently slapping her face with her hand and rubbing her eyes. She pats your head when you bury your face into her chest for safety. "What are you doing?" She whispered.

"The sun hurts my eyes," You complain. "Turn it off."

Kyrie chuckled at your words. "I can't do that."

"You're supposed to be an angel," you groan. "You're supposed to be able to do anything."

"I'm only human compared to you and Nero," Kyrie hummed, voice lilted and warming. She was the only light you would accept, the only light you could accept.

You sigh and squeeze the brunette, taking the best source of warmth in Fortuna for yourself as Kyrie wraps her arms around you; and that's when you realize how soft she is. Every inch of her uncovered skin reminds you of a silk-woven doll, brought to life by clockwork, or perhaps, Sparda himself. You breathe her in, taking a deep, intoxicating breath of her expensive human world soap, and the scented wash Kyrie drenches her sheets in.

The human world might be too bright for your worn eyes, but Kyrie is perfect, and you don't need to view to appreciate her. You press a warm kiss in between the valley of her breasts, letting your lips drag down until you find her tummy, warm hands landing on her hips. You press a kiss below her navel, fabric covered but still just as plush.

Kyrie tiredly mumbled your name, a small hand resting on the back of your head. You hummed in response, gently squeezing her upper thigh, poising innocence that worked wonders as you wiggled down a little further until you found the hem of her nightgown and bunch it up just enough for you to slide your hands under it.

Her uncovered skin was so, so soft right below her ribs and near her tummy, and you run your fingers over her stomach and below her boobs until Kyrie squirms with a light laugh. You wonder quickly where else she was ticklish, and think that'd be a fun punishment later on.

"It's too early for this, my love." Kyrie gently used the ball of her palm to press against your forehead. "Too early for what?"

If she answered, you ignored her, too busy working the fabric out from beneath her butt to pay attention, but if Kyrie a second ago cared that much about how early it is, the arms wrapping around her waist suggest that she's not too eager to stop you.

There. See? You and Kyrie slot together so easily. So naturally.

Sometimes the word girlfriend is said, as a promise; a wish granted to one another. You're often away from Fortuna, gone on devil-hunting missions with Nero, and extension, Dante. Even though you're quick to return to your people, devils , you're just as quick to come back to Kyrie any chance you get.

This home, here, in the human world, isn't the same as the underworld. The home that Kyrie made, the home that Devil May Cry made, was different. Frightening , in a way.

You kiss her exposed tummy, pressing sleep-warn lips against her soft flesh, and Kyrie sighs beneath you, more content than she was your first few times.

First dozen times.

Eventually, Kyrie loosened up when it came to sex, leaving behind the strict celibate life her parents and The Order raised her in. Kyrie fell into the idea that she's allowed to have the pleasure she deserved, especially when it's given to her by you. Especially in times like these where neither of you have to worry about your duties and the daily tasks life encompasses. And if the sun was deciding to be a bitch and be so bright, you didn't know why you couldn't indulge in some pleasure.

Kyrie's sheets cling to you like a second skin as you kiss lower and lower, and Kyrie sighs as her thighs spread wide, open, and inviting. You don't touch her before you press your lips against her thin panties. Whatever Kyrie wears, you want to wear. The clothes are so much softer than the underworld. So much easier to tear, as well. You wonder if she'd be angry if you were to tear a hole in the pristine lace.

Warmth pools near your lips, and Kyrie thinks about how much she's prayed for something like this; someone like you, to Sparda. A nimble moan of your name left Kyrie's mouth.

Your lips tug back into a smile as you imagine the simple impatience on her face. The furrow of her brow, lips pressed into a concentrated pout, similar to a look she'd give a child at the orphanage before scolding them. You consider teasing Kyrie about it. Both openly, because it's sweet to see her brow twinge in laughter, but also like this, where your lips drag against her slow and badgering until Kyrie loses her well-kept composure.

Your index and middle finger slip beneath the crotch area of her panties, tugging the fabric down her thighs. It was so easy to learn Kyrie.

You press another kiss to her, right above her hole. Soft, so delicate, swollen and so wet. Kyrie was perfect. A sweet angel for only you .

She tastes as good as she looks, as well as she behaves, and Kyrie presses against you with her hips. You were careful to not give too much, not wanting to overstimulate your sweet girlfriend, letting her take the motions. Letting her use you.

Kyrie's breath is light, soft, and shallow as you lift her hips up a bit, just right for you to wrap your lips around her clit. She moans softly as your tongue flicks against her, her thin hand coming to place atop your head.

She loves you. She loves loving you, and although you've never been the most careful or patient, Kyrie has always smoothed those rough lines around you. Kissing Kyrie, here or anywhere else, is something you both can never rush.

Her clit fits easily between your lips.

You wrap them around it before you led your tongue prod around, spreading Kyrie open before you drag her slick back up over her. She's already so wet just from this. When is she not, really?

Usually, there's more fondling, more kissing, more kisses and bites to her neck before Kyrie is ready for more than just a swipe of a hand, but it seems like you weren't the only one who woke up with ideas for how to spend this bright morning.

Maybe you dreamed of each other. You'd give anything to know.

On a particularly rough nip to Kyrie's inner thigh, the brunette dug her nails into your scalp, but with the sheet in the way, you can only giggle. Kyrie chuffs above you. It's unladylike.

You don't mind when she says something you do is unladylike. So is eating your girlfriend out on the kitchen counter while she was cooking breakfast, but that's never stopped either of you.

Doesn't she deserve this?

Keeping sane between Nero, Nico, and sometimes Dante and Vergil is exhausting. While everyone did an alright job at maintaining peace (alright said lightly, when were the twins ever calm?), there were always fights. Most times people looked to Kyrie for defusal. You tried to help when you were out of the underworld, although your girlfriend would often refuse.

If diving between her legs and licking her clean keeps your girlfriend so sweet, then in the order of Sparda, consider her licked and lavished.

Kyrie would quickly kill you if you ever said any of this out loud.

"[Name], that's indecorous."

Yeah? And what's this?

Kyrie groans, the palm on the back of your head pressing down firmly, anchoring you to her sopping cunt. Sparda, she tasted even better when you were hungry. Sweeter than any human treat, warmer than any fireplace you knew, and you devour Kyrie until neither of you can breathe properly. Not that you needed to breathe, anyway.

Kyrie keens for you, arching her hips up to your mouth until her clit slides against your tongue. You're content in your place, allowing her to grind against your face in these last few moments of the bed before you both have to get up and do the tasks of daily life.

You slip a finger inside, gently curling it in a 'come here' motion, continuing to work her with your tongue, and Kyrie squirms and whines before her well-trimmed nails scratch your scalp beneath the sheet. She's scratched your back up worse, and you've never been mad about it.

"Go-Gonna-!"

You kiss harder and then suck her swollen clit, moving your finger in and out faster, yet with an air of laziness. Kyrie cries until her voice breaks, cracking like glass and you nearly come yourself just from the sound alone.

She shakes when she comes, trembling as her thighs clamp around your head, one of her feet pushing against your back. Words, profanities, tumble out of her mouth, words she would swear her life on she doesn't know. Fuck, Kyrie couldn't care. She loves you so much, she would take on an entire army of demons if it meant protecting you. Not that she could, you always teased.

You pull off of her with a gasp, Kyrie becoming boneless jelly. Your hands wander around her stomach, squeezing her boobs teasingly before moving back down to her thighs, pushing them off your shoulders so you could shimmy up. You wipe the slick from your mouth with the sheet, the bedroom air cooling your heated cheeks. The sun stings your eyes but you couldn't care as you flopped next to her, pulling Kyrie's now sweaty form towards you.

"Care to explain yourself?" Kyrie says, out of breath and flushed. She lifts her leg to wrap around your waist, panting as she rests her head on your boobs.

"You need to put some curtains up." You say, kissing the top of her head and patting her thigh. "Me? This was your solution?" You chuff at her words, grabbing one of her silk pillows and cramming it onto your face. Away from the sun, although you still felt it crawling on your skin.

"You'll get used to it, I promise." She sweetly said, littering kisses around your shoulder and collarbones. You groaned loudly, exaggerated and drawn out. Shush , you thought.

"I forgot to mention," Kyrie started, you huffed, " Nico has something new for you to try."

"Yeah?"

"You'll have to stay in the overworld with our horrible sun for another day."

"You're going to kill me."

#kyrie x reader #dmc x reader #dmc smut #devil may cry x reader #kyrie devil may cry x reader #kyrie devil may cry

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