#Dante sparda x reader

[zg0nuwa]

i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore

[cupidscrule]

Why can't he kill my dad :(

[mannequinreligi0n]

Mating Season

get bred, loser

pairing: dante x reader (female anatomy, gn pronouns)

wc: 2.2k

warnings: NSFW - breeding kink, monster-fucking, blood/blood play

author’s note: i’ve been meaning to write this for so long but unfortunately i am a depressed adult with a full time job, and finding time/energy to write is difficult :’) sorry if this isn’t up to standards or there’re mistakes. enjoy, smooches.

links: ao3

Twelve missed calls, six voicemails, and twenty-three texts from Dante is what you’re greeted with upon waking up - and it’s barely noon. Scrolling through the texts, you’re met with the ramblings of a madman, pleading for you to come over, to see him, to cancel your plans for the day. With a quick shower and change of clothes, you oblige in his wanton demands and head over to the loft.

You only manage a single knock before the door swings open and Dante is dragging you inside by the sleeve of your sweater.

“Dante! The hell has gotten into-“

”No time. Don’t ask.”

He pulls you straight into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Throwing you over his shoulder, he launches you onto the bed with a ‘thump’, your smaller form springing on the mattress. Dante reels over you, snatching your coat off and ducking his head into the curve of your neck with a deep inhale, nose sniffing your skin like a damn bloodhound.

”You showered,” he mopes, teeth pulling at the fragile skin of your throat. You squirm under the weight of him, hands pushing at his chest to levitate some of the burden.

”Yeah, so what?’

“You weren’t supposed to - I said not to. Did you even read my texts?”

”Dante, you’re being ridiculous. Do you even hear yourself?” You lift your head up to look at him, pushing him off of you. Dante makes a sad whine, a demeaning sound coming from the devil hunter. His messy locks flop down in front of his face and he lets out a long sigh, hands pawing at the fabric of your pants.

”I’m sorry, babe. God, you don’t have any idea how hard this has been without you,” he mumbles sheepishly, eyes fixated on the faint red mark he left on your neck. His hands trembled against your legs, clearly trying to hold himself back in order to have a coherent conversation with you. “I thought I could handle this alone, but I keep thinking about last week…how warm you felt, like that pretty little hole was made just for me,” he interrupts himself with a groan, hunching over as if in pain. You reach a hand up and push back the already sweaty strands to see his face, feeling his fevered skin brush your fingertips.

”Why didn’t you call me over sooner? You know I would’ve came,” you murmur, observing his needy state with a bit of concern.

”Didn’t wanna be a bother. I thought I could handle it on my own, y’know? I always have, but with you in the picture now-“ He lurches toward your hand on him, nuzzling into it with a choked breath. “Please…please, just-….just let me-“

You pet his cheek as you think over the proposition, mouth pursed. You finally agree with a small nod, pulling your hand away.

“Is it safe?”

”I won’t hurt you. I would never,” Dante reaches for your wrists, thumbs rubbing at the pulse points. He stares at you with his best ‘puppy-dog’ look, a pout on his lips. “I’ll be good, I promise. God, please, just let me fuck you - you got a man begging here.”

You chuckle and shake your head, pulling him back to you with a mumbled ‘c’mere’. Dante wastes no time latching himself back onto you, pulling your shirt off and biting down on your shoulder with a chesty groan. His hands work at your pants as he marks up your skin, the bites hard but nothing compared to the ones you’ll receive soon enough from his fangs. Clothes gone, you writhe under him and he sits up and sheds his own clothes, sparks of red already flitting off of his skin. Blue eyes morph red and he squeezes your thigh reassuringly, throwing you a shaky smile.

”You remember the safe-word, sweetheart?”

”Ciabatta.”

“Right.”

With a quick peck to your forehead, Dante rolls out his shoulders, cracking a few joints in his spine and neck. Warm, amber light coats his bedroom and Dante’s body morphs into his devil trigger, his nine-foot form casting a daunting shadow over your bare skin. Your breathing quickens at the sight - you’ve seen his DT before, but never like this, never between your legs and teeth glistening in your direction. Sensing your fear, Dante runs a knuckle over your cheek, mindful of his claws. A low, rustling rumble echoes from his vocal chords, bending down to meet his ghastly face to yours.

”It’s still me…” he breathes out, voice altered but still holding his signature lilt. Wings cocoon your body, cradling your form as he lifts you up to dangle in front of his chest. The heat of the flames rippling over his scales threaten to scorch your delicate flesh, the heat making your sweat glands break open and perspire. Dante’s mouth opens and an orange tongue lined with bumps and grooves laps a line across your own chest, taking in the decadent taste of you. Despite your trepidations, you can’t hold in the moan that drops from your mouth, eyes fluttering closed. Transparent, tangerine saliva drips down your abdomen as his tongue roams around, stimulating nerves from your throat to your navel, bumps dragging across smooth skin.

“My mate…Mine, mine,” Dante growls out, clawed fingers pinching at your thighs as he pushes your knees to your chest, wings supporting your weight from behind and below.

”Dante, c-careful, Jesus,” you whimper out, laser-focused on his claws dangerously close to shredding your skin open. All you get in response is another resonant growl, steam pillowing off his breath. Before you can warn him again, the sandpaper tongue swipes at your hole, making you shudder and go limp against his wings, forgetting your train of thought. One thing about Dante was that on the surface, he came off as reckless, impulsive - but it couldn’t be further from the truth. He had backup plans for his backup plans, and thought out every little thing. As much as your body was sounding off alarms to scramble away from the devil, he was taking the time necessary to warm you up before indulging himself - a preliminary ‘thank you’ for being a willing victim. You look up at Dante’s face, or what used to be his face, and lock eyes with the fiery orbs glaring down at you. It was hard to tell, but you could swear that little shit was smiling down at you, knowing you’ve put two and two together. A bass of laughter shakes his form, leaning forward to bump his forehead to yours as carefully as possible.

”Told you. No harm.”

You let out a shaky breath at his smartass remark, but it’s futile to steady your breathing. Dante’s tongue pushes into your hole, pointed and flexed as it slides between your inner walls. The feeling is indescribable, and for lack of a better word: devilish. Your juices coat the length of his tongue as it assaults you repeatedly, twisting in and out while talons keep you folded upright against your squirming. Heat floods your core as your release builds upon itself, gasps and symphonic moans invading the quiet room.

Dante can’t hold his instincts back when the taste and smell of your essence is practically reducing every cell in his body into a lust-driven beast. Ejecting his tongue, his wings cradle you down to the bed, knees kissing your ears in a mating press. Your thighs quake against his scaled palms, missing the fullness of his tongue. You open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, but the words jumble into a whine of pain as his head propels to take a bite at your shoulder. Fangs puncture skin and the devil seems to purr as the crimson nectar dribbles from the bite and into his mouth. The receptors in his brain are screaming at him to bite down again and again and again til you’re a battered, bloody mess - every centimeter of flesh peeled back and consumed in the most carnal way.

Thankfully, the human conscious in him refrains and with another nibble to your neck, he withdraws and centers himself with the pulsating warmth beckoning him in. He doesn’t need to check how wet you are - he can smell it, the pheromones rippling off your sex in waves that rivaled a tsunami. A bulbed shaft stretches into your slick and your head shoots up with a scratchy yelp, pain radiating to your hips. A huff of steam leaves the devil’s nostrils, halting to save you more pain despite his needs. Dante watches your fingers go white against the bedsheets, hanging on for dear life, and you can see his wings wilt at the realization he’s letting his devil instincts get the best of him. A clawed hand grips both of small ankles to hold you in place, the other letting go to scoop up one of your hands. Scales run over the skin gingerly, your fingers curling around his thumb for security.

“Deep breaths, baby. Big, deep breaths for me,” he hums out, the mechanic whirring of his vocal chords carrying his voice past your panicked thoughts. You obey, chest rising and falling as your blurred eyes trace the flame spitting from the top of his head. Dante can feel your walls unclench around him and he takes it as a sign to keep going. It’s a slow and painful process, but inch after inch, he manages to squeeze about half of himself in before hitting your cervix.

‘Damn human anatomy,’ Dante curses internally, but makes peace with the complication, thankful enough that you're taking it like a champ. After a moment of stillness, ensuring you’re okay, he starts to move. Armored hips lurch in and out of your tight hole, hushed growls filling your ears. All you can do is lay there, pliant and accepting. Your hold on his finger tightens as your body rocks around with the thrust of his unnatural cock, his name the only coherent word you can manage while he jabs at your g-spot continuously. Dante’s teeth find their way back to your flesh, leaving bloody constellations along your legs. So consumed by the fullness of his girth, you don’t notice the ruby fluid dripping down your limbs from the bites, barely registering his tongue greedily licking you clean. Bursts of white spot your vision, core muscles tightening as your orgasm tears through you and a scream of pleasure brings tears to your eyes.

“Mine…Mine to fuck, mine to…to take…gonna look so good when you’re full of my cum…” Dante snarls against your skin, pounding his cock into the wall of your cervix with ferocity. He can’t take it anymore - he needs to come, he needs to watch it drip out of you precious cunt. Securing his hand around your ankle, Dante runts himself into your hole, gusts of wind sending goosebumps down your frame as his wings flap behind him with excitement. With a bellowing roar from him, you can feel the powerful deluge of seed swarm your body, gushing out and down your center. You feel like you’ve been hit by a semi-truck, limbs trembling and aching as you lay lifeless under him, gasping for air.

A glare of red light makes you wince, eyes straining against the light to see Dante devolve to his human form, dripping so much sweat it’s like he jumped in a pool. Dropping your ankles, he pushes himself between your legs and plants a sloppy, loving kiss on your mouth, hands threading in your hair. You kiss back weakly, shaky hands holding onto his arms. Pulling his head back, he examines you for any serious injuries, eyes conveying a battle of concern and satisfaction.

“You okay? Hurt? Was it too much? God, sorry- sorry, I-“

“Dante, I’m fine,” you let out a wavering chuckle, sitting up slightly. “That was…incredible. You were incredible.”

Dante meets your eyes again with a surprised laugh, in disbelief you’re praising him in a state like this. His fingers trail down to the bites along the outside of your thighs, vaguely recalling how your skin felt between his fangs in his primal craze. He remains plugged inside you, the intimate mixture of releases leaking between your bodies.

“Look at you…” Dante traces along a more gnarly mark in admiration, blood trickling over his finger. “How’d I get so damn lucky, huh?”

He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks off the blood, that all-too-familiar teasing gleam in his eyes as they lock on yours. A throaty moan leaves him as he swallows, fingers falling away with a string of spit. The scene goes straight down to your heat, walls closing around on him with need. Sitting all the way up, you grab his hand and playfully nip at his wrist, dilated eyes devoted to memorizing him in this moment.

“Can we go again?”

“Again?” Dante laughs, raising both eyebrows at you. “Honey, I don’t think th-“

“Please,” you pout at him, kissing along his hand til you can slip two of his fingers between your lips. Dante’s jaw goes slack, a heady breath fanning over your face as his cock twitches inside you from your plea. With a hard swallow, he nods, free hand cupping your face.

“Fiiiiine,” he sighs out, putting on a show of dramatics before a smile tugs at his lips. “Flip over for me, princess.”

[cerezzzita]

⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante & Vergil & their petnames for you

notes: I RISE!! We've been in mute mode for a whole freaking year (last fic was uploaded in October 1st, I am so sorry) but we're back in action once more, everybody please clap! This is a random and simple headcanon post, with pure fluffy and romantism, nothing more. Enjoy the ride!

♡ tags: fluffy, gender-neutral reader, no use of you/yours (it's just a silly post this time ueeeeee), no reader's appearance description, petnames, Dante & Vergil are on their fours for ya <3

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante calls you:

Babe/baby (the most classic one let's be honest here)

Princess/Prince/Royalty

Sugar/Sugarcube

My Rose

Sweetie/Sweetheart

Angel/Angelcake

Honey

Honeybun (if he's feeling too lovey-dovey)

Honeypie (if he's feeling way too lovey-dovey)

Love

Hot-stuff

Boo

Berry-boo (I can't with this man)

Legendary Devil Lover

Cowgirl/Cowboy

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Vergil calls you:

Darling/Dear/Dearest

Little Dove

Love

Little Minx (if you're up to something ehehehe)

Sweetheart (only used in private because he's not a man of PDA like his brother)

Angel

Honey

My Queen/King (watch out he's feeling ultra romantic)

Sapphire

My Blossom

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[saotoru]

10.24: HOW THEY EAT IT PT. 2 + DANTE & VERGIL

SYNOPSIS: what positions sparda bros like eating pussy in

CONTENT WARNINGS: fem!reader. ass eating. oral (f). anal. ass eating. fingering. a lot of overstimulation. pussy slapping. all acts are consensual whether explicitly stated or not.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you for the love on the original ‘how they eat it’!!! <3

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

DANTE- FROM THE BACK

i’m here to preach the nasty dante agenda; he loves eating you out from the back. the first thing you’re greeted with the second you come home from work is his embrace. it’s innocent for all but a moment before dante’s hands wander down to paw at your clothes. in the seconds it takes you process his intentions, he’s already making them known by sinking down to his knees behind you and bringing the hem of your pants with him. each inch of skin he exposes gets kissed, and you can feel that typical, devilish smirk against your hip. “thought about you all day,” he murmurs, splaying a hand on your back to coax you to bend over and brace on the wall. your protests—that you haven’t showered yet, or that you were at work all day—all go ignored by dante burying his face in you and inhaling. no, he ignores you and licks a broad strip from your clit up to your asshole and moans.

he’s insatiable. completely shameless as he all but buries his face in you, hands spreading your cheeks so he can lap at your pussy. you taste soft, fucking good when you’re arched for him like this, exposed, and dante groans. stubble prickles your skin as he licks higher and higher, until he’s licking your hole and rimming you. the taste of you, the way you struggle to hold yourself upright makes his cock twitch but he ignores it, sinking a finger in your cunt instead, down to the knuckle. it’s too much, thick fingers fucking inside you, at first one, then two, until he’s stretching you out with three. and when he slips his tongue inside you feel so fucking full that tears blur your vision and you reach a hand behind to tug on his hair for him to slow down.

he doesn’t; if anything he only groans in response. “you look so pretty full of me. just want you to squirt. please. i know this sloppy pussy can, lemme taste it, angel…”

VERGIL- MATING PRESS

vergil will fold you in half when he eats you out. essentially mating press, where your thighs are pushed to your chest but it’s his face buried inside you instead of his cock. strong hands keep you pinned down while he all but devours you. that’s the only way to describe how vergil eats you out—completely, selfishly. here, he can lap at you without interruptions, without your thighs squeezing around his head and pushing him away. no, here you have to lay there and take it.

he’s not doing this for your pleasure. you know that much, otherwise he would stop after the first time you orgasmed. he would’ve been satisfied; he shouldn’t be stiffening his tongue and fucking it inside you to taste your cum. he tries to drink his fill—not meaning to let out low grunts when he feels your ankles cross behind his head and lock him there. and no matter how many times you cum and writhe and plead beneath him, he wants more.

and after what feels like hours, when he finally pulls away, he can’t look away from the mess he’s made of you. your spitslicked, wet folds only makes his mouth water and vergil realizes he’s still not satisfied.

“it’s not enough.” he grunts. he pushes his hair—normally well kept, now askew—away from his forehead in frustration. “i need more of you.”

you whine. “can’t, verg–s’too much.”

he lands a slap to your pussy. not hard enough to hurt, but light enough to make you flinch and clamp your thighs shut. “take it.” theres no room for argument–that’s the only warning you’re given before your thighs are shoved to your chest while vergil takes and takes and takes.

[femaleboysblog]

every time dante shows his little fangs I feel like a victorian man seeing a woman show her bare ankles

[devilmaymetalgear]

helllooooooo

May I request a Vergil or Dante x afab!reader who is like… the most oblivious person on the planet? Like they could say to them like “I love you, I’d totally date you” and then the reader would be like: “aw! We’re like, so besties”

(my ex totally didn’t say that to me… and I totally didn’t respond like that……)

dante sparda x reader vergil sparda x reader

I love oblivious reader this is so silly

cw: nothing , all fluff

dante sparda

Thinks it's really cute at first, likes how sweet you are.

Until he's said I love you for the hundredth time and you keep calling him your best friend.

Even when he decides to ramp it up to 11, he's touching you, holding you, practically draping himself all over you and you still won't realize how much he loves you.

"I love you a lot y'know." He says it so casually, it can't be that serious can it? He turns to face you, blue eyes looking into yours. You're both sitting in the back of nicos van, waiting for Nico to finish her smoke break.

"Yeah, we're like the best of friends!" You glance back over at him, leaning your head towards him.

"Hmm, sure yeah..." He sighs, leaning back in his seat. Lets hope he gets a different answer tomorrow.

vergil sparda

He's rather blunt, it takes a lot of work to get himself to admit his feelings. And that pales in comparison to how much effort it takes to get him to say it out loud.

Which is why the first time he hears that you both are best friends he almost shuts down, mere friends? Is that how you see the two of you?

Nero and Dante make sure to hype him up and get him to try again. They Motivate™ him if you will.

A quiet day at the DMC shop was a rare one. Dante and Nero had left for a job, Lady and Trish were out having a girls day, whatever that meant. So it was just Vergil and you. Alone. You both sat on the worn leather couch, Vergil reading out loud and you listening.

It was peaceful, just the two of you. A perfect moment indeed. Vergil paused his reading for a second, feeling a weight suddenly on his shoulder. You were laying on his shoulder. And it was almost as if time stood still.

"I adore you." He muttered, closing his eyes.

"Me too Vergil, you're my best friend."

Ah. Of course. There was that word again. Friend. It seemed as if he would need to make his attraction more obvious then.

Hiii sorry I did this before like... all the other requests but I love oblivious reader....

[ariseur]

Can I request dmc guys jealousy headcanons, if thats something youd be interested in writing? 👀

dmc guys jealousy hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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eidjdfjjeieddejeje why do headcanons take me sm longer to do

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intended lowercase, kinda spoilers for dmc5 in nero’s hcs (?), mentions of possessiveness and obv jealousy, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ for DANTE, i feel like he trusts you deeply and wouldn’t get jealous as easily as maybe, say— vergil?

❥ he’s pretty confident in your relationship but on the off chance he does get jealous, he’ll let it play out for awhile as he watches from afar.

❥ he’ll play it off as a joke, but if the person starts getting a little too touchy, he’ll ‘casually’ slide in with an arm around your waist and a kiss on your jaw, looking into the person’s eyes while you giggle at the sudden affection.

❥ dante would lowkey try to one-up them on the down low. oh, they buy you a drink? dante’s buying you ten. they compliment your hair? dante’s in your ear telling you how gorgeous you look today.

❥ and it’s not like he feels like he needs to give you false compliments just to one-up the other person, he just finds it amusing the way their jaw clenches when they see dante muttering in your ear while his eyes lock on them, a shit eating grin glued to his face because he knows what he’s doing.

❥ if you leave for whatever reason, dante might ‘accidentally’ make the person uncomfortable if they don’t get the hint already just by his tone. he’ll make passive aggressive comments if they’ve been getting too touchy, maybe nudge them a little too hard in the ribs or grip their shoulder a bit too tight at a ‘really funny joke’.

❥ dante does trust you though, it’s only when the person starts to get physical is when it becomes more of a problem. his energy speaks volumes, so you can tell if he has underlying intentions just from his smile.

❥ he’ll try to act friendly, albeit still a little petty, even if you know them personally. an arm slung across your shoulder or your waist along with scattered kisses across your face and shoulder is his main go-to. dante’s main goal is either for them to get the hint or for your mind to be occupied on him only.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ now VERGIL.. vergil is much more intimidating with his reactions. once he spots someone chatting it up with you and getting a little too close, he’s there in an instant.

❥ the only difference between him and dante’s reaction is that fact that vergil silently brews, eyes burning holes through the person as he watches quietly. he’ll take a seat next to you as his eyes never leave them, even once you greet him when he sits with you— just his piercing gaze staring them down.

❥ he swears that he doesn’t get jealous, that’s he’s better than whatever assumption you’re implying, oh my my! how dare you assume such things about this son of sparda?

❥ but alas, vergil gets hella jealous.

❥ it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he’s just very possessive over you. and it’s not like he’ll keep you locked away for him and him only, either. it’s simply a matter that involves his own ego and i don’t know if it’s some demon thing, but he just craves your scent. that, or his scent on you. just something that tells people that you’re his and he’s yours.

❥ if the person doesn’t take the hint after the abundance in glares that vergil throws at them, he’ll start making remarks. nothing too serious, just initiating some sort of confrontation if he sees that you’re uncomfortable. if you don’t seem annoyed or bothered by it, vergil will second-guess it and leave you to your own devices, trusting that you’ll handle it at some point.

❥ i doubt anybody would try vergil, so i wouldn’t even consider that a possibility. he’s a devil hunter that’s over six feet tall with a fit body and yamato sheathed in his back pocket, nobody in their right mind would fuck with him.

❥ vergil obviously knows to be logical, though. he doesn’t let his emotions get the better of him during this time and hopes that you’ll know how to handle it yourself. although, he definitely wouldn’t mind scaring the person off a little more.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ERO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ i honestly doubt that this man can keep his mouth shut. NERO just struggles with not making a stupid smartass remark every second.

❥ nero definitely has some insecurities that he buries, often only coming out in shorts bursts of when he can’t take it anymore. these jabs and quips that he makes are his form of concealing the fact that he’s insecure about himself and his abilities, especially if this is during or post-to-finding-out-who-his-father-is.

❥ i wouldn’t say he’s aggressive, but his mouth would def get him into big trouble. if he saw that you looked uncomfortable with the person or they started getting too touchy with you, he literally teleports next to you and greets you with a chaste cheek kiss. if you seemed okay with it, though, he’d try his best to brush it off but still glance at you every once in awhile (and by that i mean literally every minute) just to check on you.

❥ if he does decide to sit with you and just listen in on the conversation, he’ll basically just be hovering over you awkwardly. there are two ways this’ll go, either nero’s going to act all nonchalant like he doesn’t care even though he has a keen eye on whoever’s flirting with you (like father like son)— or he’s going to be really clingy with you.

❥ not really physically clingy, but more so clingy in the way where he’ll follow you around like a dog with heart eyes the whole time. even after you’ve stopped talking to the person.

❥ (he’s just like that, guys.)

❥ i think he gets a tiny bit butthurt afterwards though. i mean, he’s been called dead weight and basically has been looked down upon by both his father and his uncle, essentially being seen almost as a pest during the duration of dmc5.

❥ help this boy please, he def needs it

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥 — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ im sorry but i cannot see V as a jealous person

❥ i think v is a very calm natured guy, and i think he has a lot of faith in you. he trusts that you’ll be able to make the right choice in the end, and he knows that you wouldn’t just up and cheat on him or leave him out of the blue. he knows you know better and so he leaves you be.

❥ though.. it doesn’t hurt to watch from afar, does it?

❥ v is also an observer, he watches the interactions between you two as he studies both of your body languages. it’s not like he thinks you’ll do anything, it’s just his nature.

❥ griffon would definitely tease him about looking at you so much, squawking out nonsense as he calls v whipped for you.

❥ if he sees that you’re uncomfortable or you want to get out of the conversation— it can go a few different ways.

❥ one of the scenarios, for instance, would consist of him closing his book as he gets up and he walks over to the two of you. he’d greet you sweetly, side-eyeing the person in front of you as he kisses your hand. maybe he’d take a seat next to you just to let the person know that he’s watching. and if that didn’t work, griffon would certainly scare them off just by his yapping.

“shit, a bow tie? really? was your torso too wide for a tie or what?”

❥ overall, v isn’t a jealous person in general. however, he does love you enough to help you when you’re in need of a knight in shining armor. even if that knight is a gothic poet with an annoying bird and a panther at his side.

[skyeconch]

Y/N : I’ve never met anyone like you

Dante : awww ur too kind

Y/N : like genuinely

Y/N : it’s insane how “different” you are

Y/N : don’t take this the wrong way but I feel like you should have a disorder named after you

[multi-fandom-imagine]

May I please request headcanons for Dante reacting to his female S/O sacrificing herself during a fight against a powerful demon so he and everyone else can escape? Happy ending please 😭

A/n: I miss writing for DMC, I need to replay that game again. I do apologize if this sucks.

Did not realize what you were about to do until it was too late, he did not even have a chance to react since Nero was already pulling him away.

He tried to put up a fight, god did he try but he was already to injured, to tired, to weak. He should have been stronger. He should have been able to protect you....but he didn't.

"Get your fucking hand's off of me." Dante did his best to struggle agains't Nero. "I have to go back to her. I'm not going to let her sacrifice herself."

Gritting his teeth, Nero did his best to pull him away, away from you. Away from where you were fighting that demon. He was not about to let your sacrifice he in vein, you did this so they could escape. "Cut the shit...she did this to save us....we need to go."

Hates himself, he should have been stronger, why was he so weak. Feel's worthless, so much doubt fills his mind. Did he really do the right thing? Why did he leave you alone, he should have died with you.

He felt numb, treating his own wounds, he hated that he was safe while you were gone.

It make's him sick how he'll never see your smile again, hear your laugh again. He just wants to hold you in his arms.

"That was a...damn good distraction." A weak laugh escaped your lips. You had a limp in each step you took. You were covered in cuts, scraps, hell the man wasn't even sure how bad your wounds were but you were alive....you were alive!

Your name spilled from his lips as he rushed to you, he ignored Lady and Triss, Nico and Nero. He had yo hold you, he needed to feel you in his arms.

"Fuck, you look good doll." Dante tried to remain strong, tried to remain his flirty self but he couldn't. Seeing you here, feeling you against his chest. He couldn't help but break down.

"I love you." Dante whispered into your neck, tears damping your skin.

Letting your fingers slowly run down his back, you relaxed into his embrace. "I love you too."

[dollivication]

DANTE SPARDA REFERENCE POST - whats it like?: eating him out/eating you out dmc 4, 5

cw: nsfw

It’s a known fact that Dante can be a very messy person. Just take a look at his office, and you’ll find empty pizza boxes and papers all over the place. He doesn’t care for tidiness, not really.

So when he’s eating your pussy, he is practically drowning himself in your arousal. The half-demon will slide his hands beneath your ass, kneading at the flesh as he shoves your sopping wet cunt into his face. His nose will bump your clit multiple times, shaking his head slightly with a deep hum just to see you squirm from the vibrations and additional friction. How fucking adorable.

Blue eyes are crinkled in sadistic amusement as he soaks in each and every one of your little moans, tongue delving as deep as possible, the muscle punching at your gummy walls. Don’t underestimate him just because his mouth’s too busy in order to make his little quips. To make up for the lack of teasing, Dante will slap your ass, forcing you to grind down on his face as his five o’clock shadow kisses your thighs. 

Not sure if you’re capable of squirting? Don’t worry—Dante will help you find out! If the first time is fruitless, he’ll only keep diving back in even when you try pushing his head away. Tug on his hair just like that, lift his silvery bangs so he can see your cute teary-eyed face in its glory. He'll only chuckle, knowing very well it was just going to get worse for you, the stinging sensation on his scalp spurring him on further.

But you can take a few more rounds, right? No? Well, that was too damn bad, because he wasn’t going to let you go until you leave him drenched him in your release. 

….When it comes to eating him out, you should be warned; it doesn’t take much to please him, no. He’s just greedy. 

He’s laying down, the back of his head propped up by a few pillows to watch you work. There is an ache in your jaw from the extended period of having to keep your tongue out, but you’re in no position to complain—Not when you have very little control over your movements, all guided by Dante as he shamelessly rolled his hips on your mouth, groaning with little to no shame. Truthfully, the male did not care if anyone could hear him. The way your tongue fucked into his ass completely distracted him from any worries he might have had—not that there were any in the first place.

One of his hands will grip his cock, fisting it angrily. The smug bastard will peer down at you with a lopsided smile, his bottom lip caught by his fang. 

“That’s it, sweetheart..” Dante grunted, followed by a laugh as he took in the sight of your flushed face. His hand went to clutch at your own locks, only forcing you closer.

“C’mon, you can do better than that. Deeper, honey, there you go—Oh, fuuuck.. Just like that..” 

The only time he’ll have mercy is when he pulls you back, smacking his weeping cock on your cheek a few times as his pre-cum left specks behind on the rosy skin. Use this time wisely, catch your breath, because there was no telling when this opportunity would occur again.

“Spit,” he’ll speak with nonchalance, simply parting his legs further to expose his puckered hole, the mere sight of his throbbing cock and opening working to convey his desires far louder than any words. And of course you’ll abide, because you’re a good girl. His good girl.

Nothing gets him going more than seeing your mouth all shiny from your own saliva, smearing it on his asshole as you licked at the spot with such fervor. Compliments and jeers blend together as they spew from his lips, his eyes fluttering at such sinful enthusiasm he wasn’t aware someone like you could be guilty of.

A few more pumps of his thick cock, and the man bucks his hips, his cum is cascading down the lengths of it, coating his balls in a sticky warmth. The dribbling fluid meets your taste buds, mixing with your spit to form the filthiest concoction. “Shit.. hah..”

…“Did so good for me,” Dante praised, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to catch his breath. But instead of his grip loosening, it only tightened on you.

“But I think there’s some room for improvement, don’t you?” He mused. “On your back, baby.. Let’s try something new, yeah?”

…You weren’t going anywhere for a while, it seemed. 

[mannequinreligi0n]

NSFW ALPHABET: DANTE

writing these is so funnnn. i lowkey want to make nsfw headcanons for their devil triggers, too, but we’ll see.

as always, thank you for reading and hope you enjoy !

yours, obscura

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Dante is literally a lap dog. He’s the more needy one after sex - hands glued to your limbs, head buried in your skin. He’s a sensitive guy deep down, and he needs the reassurance that you’re not just gonna up and leave him after getting what you wanted. He’ll go as far to lay on top of you just to ensure you don’t leave the bed too soon.

He’ll of course make sure you’re okay after. He’s already got a drawer in his nightstand filled with snacks and water on hand to feed you, replenishing any nutrients he might’ve sucked out of your body. Big on post-sex cuddles and pillow-talk.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dante loves his arms, but more specifically: he loves your face when he flexes his muscles or lifts a piece of furniture without breaking a sweat. He walks around the house and office shirtless just to show them off.

If we know Vergil to be an ass man, it’s only right that his twin is a tits guy. I mean, we’ve seen Dante ogle at those adult magazines - the man loves a good rack. But with Dante, all tits are in fact created equal. Any shape, size, color - doesn’t matter. He’s grabbing them, squishing them, shoving his face in them. I think he also has a thing for thighs. Let him lay between them and he’s in heaven. He’s even offered you a crumpled five dollar bill to squeeze the life out of him with them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man is FILTHYYYY. You know Deepthroat by Cupcakke? Yeah, he’s blowin’ bubbles with sperm. No matter the gender, Dante is a fiend - begging to be covered in your release.

When Dante comes, it’s more of a dribble/gush, than a straight shoot of ropes. ‘The fountain of youth’, he calls it. Dante doesn’t care where it goes as long as you’re happy, though he’s partial to covering your chest in cum, watching it drip down only to lick it off himself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Panty thief. ((God, I hate the word ‘panty’)). BUT IT’S TRUE. Your favorite pair will always go missing and sure enough, Dante has it either in a drawer at the office or stuffed into the inner pocket of his coat. It’s mostly for the reason you think, but he also keeps it for sentimental reasons. He’s a sentimental guy, after all. You two always squeeze in a good fuck before he leaves for a job, and he’s sure to swipe up the pair you wore that night as a reminder of you and what he’s fighting for, keeping it zipped up in the pocket by his heart.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Dante ACTS like a Casanova, a real playboy, but in reality, he’s scared as hell of intimacy. He’s had a handful of one night stands and drunken hookups but they served more as distractions than actual points of experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl, sideways 69, leapfrog (variation of doggy)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Laughter is necessary in the bedroom for Dante. His job is awful, his life is literally hell - he needs the light moments with you to unwind and remind himself that there’s more to life than killing and being miserable.

This man thinks he’s a comedian. He’s telling you a damn knock-knock joke, expecting you to say ‘who’s there?’ while your mouth is wrapped around him. This being said, Dante is excellent at reading a room. If the situation calls for more serious or passionate love-making, he can switch off his playful side for a while.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

C’mon, we’ve all seen the man - he’s hairy. Soft silver hair starts at the stubble on his chin and goes allllll the way down to his damn ankles. Would probably be inclined to trim his nethers, if he was home more often or if you had a preference for it. Otherwise, it’s homegrown and all-American, babeeyyyy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Big ol’ teddy bear - kisses all over, sweet words murmured in your ear. Dante isn’t the most materialistic or showy lover, but he’ll make you feel like you’re the most prized diamond in the world. Takes his time with you, makes sure you’re comfortable and he’s doing everything right before he even thinks about getting off. Big on communication, wants you to talk him through it as he does to you. He’s not the most romantic man, but he’ll definitely do his best to keep you happy and loved.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Dante will jack off if the wind hits him wrong. It’s an outlet for him. When he’s sad, angry, happy, whatever. He’s not all that good at expressing his emotions, so having a moment of release sort of helps him let go of whatever is on his mind.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, humiliation, edging, impact play, pet play. Anything where Dante can let loose and let his guard down. All of these are reciprocal - he’s a true switch. Loves to have you bent over his knee, hand marking up your ass as punishment one moment, to flipping the tables and having you walk him around the house with a leash.

PRAISE KINK. Dante is a glutton for your words. He’ll sit and pout til you tell him he’s a good boy, or how pretty he is. There have been multiple occasions where he’s come just from praise alone, cock twitching in the air as you whisper compliments to him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Really anywhere he can have you, doesn’t matter to him. He’s always busy, so he’s taking any chance he can get. The default is usually the leather couch in his office, since he’s there more than he is home.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dante loves a good sext. Send him a picture of you in an old band shirt of his or a message about how much you miss him, and he’s almost causing a five-car pile up on the freeway just to turn the car around as fast as physically possible.

Is also stereotypical in that if he comes home to you splayed out on the bed in a piece of lingerie, he’ll literally (and I mean, literally) tear his clothes off as he scrambles to you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sex for the sake of sex is borderline a no for him. If you two have been together for a while, it’s different, but if not, he’s not putting out. Not only does he have trust issues, Dante has a lot of insecurities and trauma. He’s not fucking someone just to watch them leave him - it hurts too much.

Dante’s a pretty easy-going man otherwise. If you’re happy, he’s happy.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I know I said Vergil is a munch, but man, so is Dante. But in a different way. Dante is a tease, and loves to get you riled up in the most mundane situations. He’ll be stationed between your legs while you watch a movie in the living room, lazily licking stripes just to keep you on edge, or squatted behind you as you try to cook dinner. He’s a nuisance, really, but there’s no use trying to shake him off. He’ll get whiny and huff around til you let him keep going.

Dante is more of a giver. He almost never asks for oral and usually dismisses it, unless you ask specifically. But if anything, it’s more for you than him, knowing how much you love to gulp down his seed.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Dante has a tendency to get a little too enthusiastic, unless he’s purposefully trying to play the long-game and tease you. He’ll try oh so hard to go slow for you, make it last, but he just gets too excited. He can’t fathom that someone is actually letting him fuck them, and damn, you look perfect underneath him. If he slows down at all, it’s only because he’s trying to have a sliver of self-control as to not come prematurely.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are the norm for you two, not that Dante minds. Again, he’s often shuffling a lot so it’s rare that he can set aside a whole lot of time for you two. Any opportunity with you is fair game.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I feel like it’s obvious that Dante is an adrenaline junkie. He loves the thrill of new things. He’ll go as far as his partner will take him, as long as it’s within reason and no one gets seriously hurt (or arrested).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Back to back to back to back. The devil blood in him works overtime when he’s in the mood. Even if you’re wiped after two rounds, he’s pulling you back down by your ankles, asking you in that bedroom voice you love so much to give him one more, to show him how good and sweet you can be.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dante is a big fan of toys. He’s holding a vibrator to you while he does paperwork, or he’s shackled to the bedframe with a gag and cage around his tip. Probably wouldn’t be all that experienced with them initially, but once you two are comfortable, he’s happy to acquire a good collection.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The most annoying, frustrating man you will ever let into your bedroom. Dante loves to tease more than he might even love fucking you. He’ll spend hours saying suggestive things, grabbing your ass, toying with your clothes, only to walk away and act indifferent until you beg him to give in. It’s borderline evil.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Dante never shuts the fuck up. Ever. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing, who’s on top, where you are - he’s either talking or moaning. He’s an extremely vocal lover. The neighbors have already put in two noise complaints from how loudly Dante groans and swears when you two are together.

Constantly in your ear, mumbling nonsense and praise. Whiny, loud, and obnoxious - and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

There’s no section here for top/bottom, unfortunately, so I’ll put this here: loves to get fucked as much as he loves to do it himself. Whether you got the parts, or you gotta use a strap for it, the man is more than happy to have his head pressed into the pillows as you ram into him. He’s a sloppy, whiny, needy bottom, and I’ll die by that.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As with Vergil, Dante is not a small man. Only an inch shorter than his twin, he carries a lot of height. I think it’s canon (?) that Dante is not as big as Vergil in the meat department. I’m banking on a hard 7, soft 5. Grower, for sure. What he lacks in length is made up for in girth.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s damn near incessant, even as he ages. Dante hasn’t honed in his devil side as much as Vergil, which means he has less control of his hormones. If he’s not too stressed, he’s constantly waiting for the next moment to get his hands on you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Dante will literally pass out the second his head hits the pillow. He’ll stay awake for a bit to make sure you’re all good, but the second he lays down, it’s lights out. And he’s out for the entire night, snuggled into your side and snoring away til late morning.

[cerezzzita]

Hear me out…Dante and Vergil using his arm transformed into his Devil Trigger form to warm the belly of his partner with menstrual cramps because they don't have a heating pad around…

notes: hi, anon! In advance, sorry for keeping you waiting for such a long period. Now that's a very adorable request! Been there, went through it, wish I could have Dante to comfort me, it's such a pain in the ass. Well, in this case, in the uterus. Sorry for the bad joke btw hehe

Thank you for requesting and enjoy the reading! 🧡

♡ tags: fluffy, mentions of menstrual cycle and period cramps, (in the most subtle way fr), no reader's appearance description, 2nd pov (you/yours only), gender-neutral reader, I'm sorry if Vergil's part is short I don't know how to write him, the dorks of Sparda are the cutest.

⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante & Vergil using their DT'd arm to comfort their S/O's period cramps

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante

Cuddly, attentive boyfriend is on the way!

Really, Dante is gonna do anything in his league to comfort you and make you feel good. He knows how hard this time of month can be for you and will support you and help you in any way he can.

If you have a craving for something sweet? Do not despair, he’s got this, the best sundae of your favourite flavour just for you. Your legs and feet are itchy and hurting? He’s your man and will deliver the best of his massage techniques — and honey, they’re wonderful. But most importantly, the strawberry on top: Cuddles. 

As we all may know, Dante is in fact a teddy bear and has so much love to give. He’ll cuddle you no matter — it does matter sometimes — the situation, especially considering you’re on your period and are feeling down because, well, hormones are a bunch of bitches. 

That means that it’s no big deal when you don’t have your heating pad on your display. Why, what is a itty bitty heating pad compared to your big, buffy warm boyfriend? 

At first, Dante’s kind of unsure about your suggestion, thinking the rough texture of the scales would hurt you, yet he knows you’re well used to touching him on his DT. So he complies, one arm surrounding you and the other below the uncovered skin of your tummy, keeping your back laid on his firm chest, his chin on top of your head while cuddling in bed and gently massaging your scalp. 

“There we go, babe,” Dante whispers, kissing the crown of your head. “Feeling better?” “Much better…”

In the end you two spend the rest of the day/night in pure cuddles until you both got lured enough to fall asleep.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Vergil

Tea. Tea is the answer to everything. 

Jokes apart, Vergil is really cautious to make you feel good and free from any period pain, from your head to your toes. 

Which, yeah, includes him making the most appropriate teas for you. 

He won’t deny you anything, so have this chance to ask him whatever you want and you’ll have it. Vergil may be a little reluctant to cuddle you at such a time because he thinks you’re way too sensitive for it — on one hand he’s not completely wrong, the poor dork. 

Much like his brother, he’s pretty unsure about the whole Devil-Triggered-arm-cuddling but if it is what you wish, then it must be done. Serving you some mint tea, Vergil hugs you from behind and slowly but surely places his scaled right arm below your belly. If you turned your head right now, you would be able to see Vergil's reddened cheeks and trembling lips. 

“Are you… feeling comfortable?” “Indeed. Thank you, Vergil.”

As the afternoon time died, you both relaxed, Vergil deciding to read a bit for you.

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[actuallysaiyan]

Can I get prompt 4 with Dante as person A? 👀👀

event here.

word count: 0.6k warnings: smut, oral sex(fem receiving), mentions of bodily fluids, Dante is pussywhipped, fluffy sort of. pairings: Dante x Fem!Reader prompt: Person A waking up Person B in the morning by working their mouth below the belt.

Dante finds lots of comfort in you. You two met at a bar one night, and after you had one too many drinks, he took good care of you. Someone who started out as a knight in shining armor has become the love of your life. With many happy years gone by, Dante never gets tired of being intimate with you. He often finds himself thinking about the sexy things you’ve done together whenever he’s gone on long missions.

He had just come back to you last night, and while you were dying to get your hands on him, he was just too tired to perform correctly. You and Dante decided on a nice meal, a hot shower and then snuggling in bed to celebrate him coming home in one piece. You know that tomorrow will be something different. He would be able to ravish you in the ways he truly loves doing.

His eyes flutter open as he wakes up from such a sweet slumber. You’re still sleeping, a little bit of drooling dripping down the corner of your mouth. Dante chuckles to himself as he sees just how relaxed you are. You’re always so relaxed whenever he comes home and you can sleep with him in your bed. Nothing beats being able to hold your sexy half-devil lover.

Calmly and quietly, Dante rolls you onto your back. He’s got a plan for this. You’ve been waiting days to be able to see him, and now he is going to worship you the way he enjoys best. His eyes watch you carefully as he peels off the pajama pants you chose to wear last night. You stir once more, but you never wake up. With your glistening cunt on display to him, he has to suppress his grunts and growls.

Large, calloused hands spread your thighs and your eyes flutter open slightly. You’re about to look down and say something, but you let out the cutest little moan as Dante begins lapping at your sweet nectar. He hates being away from you even for a short amount of time, so he’ll show you exactly how much he loves being between your thighs.

You let out a few gasps before your fingers begin tangling in his snow white hair. Dante finally lets out the grunt he was holding in, and he leans in even further to fully bury his gorgeous face between your thighs. Sweet sounds of love fall from your parted lips as the stubble on his face lightly scratches your thighs. This is honestly one of the best ways of waking up.

“‘Morning, baby…” he murmurs against the warm skin of your thigh. “Thought I’d show you what you’ve been missin’ since I was away.”

You can barely think of the right(and coherent) words to say to him. You just let out a small plea for him to continue, and he chuckles gently. The vibrations go right to your clit, making you buck up a little. Dante keeps your thighs spread, and he dives right back into your drooling hole. His tongue plunges into your tight hole, wanting nothing more than to taste the sweet nectar straight from the source.

You pant and gasp as his tongue works you up expertly to such an intense climax. The heels of your feet dig into the old mattress as you try to grind against his mouth to get just a little more of that sweet pleasure. It’s not long before you feel the coil in your stomach ready to snap, and the muscles in your thighs begin to tense.

“Dante!” you cry out.

He smirks and looks up at you, “I know, baby. I got you.”

One more swipe of his tongue on your aching bud has you cumming hard. Waves of pleasure crash over you, sending you into a blissful state. You whine and whimper, practically humping his face. Dante is in utter heaven whenever you cum so hard like this on his face. Slowly, you come down from such an intense high and Dante looks up at you with love in his eyes.

“I’m so glad I’m home with you…”

[desmond69miles]

okay so… devil may cry….

dmc boys being overstimulated by a sex toy (vibe? fleshlight? surprise me :D)

this is what I’m SAYING.

Tags: use of sex toys (vibe/fleshlight), light overstim, a lot of c-u-m, heavy praise, sub dmc men.

Char. included: Dante & Vergil.

Dante [-: Dante loves having sex toys used on him. He'd be open to the conversation that talks about sex toys and is very willing to be your test bunny. He could possibly be a little too willing, wanting to immediately go to sex without the discussion of safe words and boundaries.

[-: I'd think he'd be open to most every sex toys, including toys that go up you or him.

Hips positioned above his face, one of your hands rested on his thigh while the other held a dark red stroker tight around his cock. Dante's tongue flicked around your hole and his hands were tight against your hips, keeping you flush to his mouth. Occasionally you stuttered when he hit a good spot, head hanging low as your hand loosened around the stroker.

"Fuck, baby, don't stop." He'd say as you quickly jerked him off, slowing down sometimes around his tip. He wasn't quiet and you knew it was pointless to get him to try to be quiet, so you could only hope the neighbors had a good pair of headphones. Dante's hips chased after your hand when you pulled off just as he was about to cum, a high and whiny whimper coming from your boyfriend.

"C'mon! I was so close." You giggled at his whining and pushed the stroker back onto his leaking cock. Pumping once, twice slowly just to give Dante a thought of a slow orgasm, only to speed up quickly. Dante's head fell back against the pillows as he groaned and whined, hips roughly snapping to meet your hand. It came on so quickly neither of you really noticed, Dante's cum painting his and your stomach.

A "Fuck.." was drawn slow out of Dante. You both laid in bliss for a little while before he roughly grabbed your hips and pushed you off of him, reversing the positions so now Dante hovered over you, pressing a wet kiss to your lips. "My turn now, babe."

Vergil [-: Vergil's not as open as Dante would be. It would take a lot more convincing to allow him to let you use a toy on him, like thorough begging. Maybe if you allowed him to try them out on you first would he allow you to try them.

[-: When he does allow you to use them on him, he's all quiet whimpers and groans. His fists are tightly balled up in the sheets, hips subconsciously pumping up into your hand.

Your hand is tight around the base of his cock, a small yet powerful bullet vibe pressed harsh against the underside of his tip. His thighs tensed, mind fighting off the urge to bend his knees to stave off the upcoming orgasm. His big hands were gripping the sheet below him tightly and his hips gently jerked up, head tilted way back into the sheets. 'He's gonna bite his lip off if he keeps biting down like that,' you thought. 'Cute, though.'

You knew Vergil wasn't above begging, and if you'd try to push him to the point of begging he'd shut down. So, your hand let go of his cock and the other pushed the vibe so his penis was flush against his lower tummy. Your free hand ran across his thigh, running up towards his hips, trailing up to his chest. You gently raked your nails across his muscles and watched his tummy flex.

"I-I'm going to cum." Vergil says so matter-of-factly, still so in character. "Go ahead, you deserve it. You've been such a good boy for me." You watched his face flex at your praise and you knew at the moment he wanted to shoot back but couldn't as his dick twitched, cum shooting and pooling where his tip was pressed into his stomach. "Good boy. Do you want another one?" You asked sweetly, Vergil's body going limp as he relishes in the waves of a powerful orgasm. Your husband let out a weak breath and a low 'no.' You hummed in response and shut off the vibrator that had been forgotten about. "I'll go get a towel and some water, alright? We can also take a bath if you want." You slid off the bed and put the vibe to the side, leaning over Vergil's head. Your still-lubed fingers brushed a strand of free hair off of his head and your lips gave a warm kiss to his forehead, cheek, and then a chaste one on his lips.

<3

[sparda-soully]

DMC cast with Umbre Witch!/Bayonetta! S/O Part 1

Cast: Dante, Vergil, Nero, V,and Urizen (Will be doing the girls next time!)

"The Umbre never fails!"

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♡ Dante Sparda ♡

This man does not know how he managed to pull someone let alone an Umbre Witch such as yourself

The first meeting between yall was when he was called for a "demon" problem but was greeted with a bunch of destruction caused by invisible forces (thought it was ghosts)

"Angels? They exist?", will probably be his first thought when he saw a bright light beaming down on him as angels descended down gracefully

Bud was in a TRANCE when he saw a tall individual with a tight bodysuit hugging their body fighting these abominations known as Angels with guns (Does his eyes deceived him or are their guns attached to your heels?)

He will probably joined in to get close to the strange yet attractive witch (The angels HATED it because Dante smelt of a demon)

"So, what's a tall, fine looking glass such as yourself doing around these parts of town?", he inquired, adding a pinch of flirting to his words. Wielding his beloved Ebony & Ivory, he projected bullets towards the group of Affinities. The Umbre Witch gaze over at the red demon, hitting every Applaud and Affinities with great precision. "Well if isn't the Son of Sparda, thought you'll be taller. Never expected you to use those cheap toys", their sultry voice reached his ears. He could sense that little smirk of theirs

Doesn't know whether he should be offend you call his precious handguns cheap toys or be aroused by your voice and the way you sway your body around as if you were some kind of succubus

Definitely used a sort of pick up line after the battle but it will be so bad that the only sound you could hear were crickets. (Dante is trying his best y'all, he's just nervous and messed up)

Surprisingly, the two of you kept meeting up whenever there was trouble brewing between you and the Angel of Paradiso

These meetings lead to a mutual understanding between y'all, building a shocking good friendship that soon blossom into a beautiful romance between a half hybrid and an Umbre Witch

Be prepare to let this man be all over you because he is TOUCH-STRAVED. Will be hugging and cuddling you for hours and won't let go. At least you got yourself a nice teddy bear! (He's the little spoon)

He'll be completely in awe whenever you're fighting. The way your figure danced and the seductive suggestions you make stirs something within him

He will be caught off guard if you're summoning your demon contracts like Gomorrah or Madame Butterfly, because your bodysuit disappeared and a swirl of h/c hair surrounds your naked body, covering your private parts while leaving your gloves, shoes, and watch visible

He got turned on at the mere sight of your almost bare body.

Finds out your bodysuit is just your hair which makes him wonder the logic behind it, in the end, his brain got fried by the complexity of it

Will definitely want to make a demon contract with you just so he can appear whether if it's dealing with a Beloved and Fortuna or just having smexy time with you

Loves dancing with you! You matched his flamboyant, outgoing personality and style. Hell, y'all be dancing while fighting Grace and Glory along with some demons like Abyss and a Queen Empusa (Like when Cereza summoned Rodin and they danced)

The two of you will definitely trade weapons. You'll use Cerburus while he'll use Shuraba

Will give you a ride on his motorcycle, Cavaliere and have a joy ride and showing off the places and scenery Redgrave has to offer

Expect the dates to somewhat be cheap but filled with love and care put into it. On your first date, he found a nice, peaceful scenery by the woods and order pizza with two bottles of red wine

His bills will sometimes be pay by you because you be making that money like that (We love a girl boss 🤞). He always (50/50 chance) return the favor one way or another

It's surprising seeing someone taller than him as he stands at 190 cm but he LOVES it. He's infatuated with you, always staring up at you and slipping a few glimpse at your chest while rubbing the stubbles on his chin. (Loses his mind when you dominant him and-, Dante...why are you on your knees..?)

Honestly, it still fathoms him how he managed to pull you but is very grateful for you. Loves you to death and will do anything you ask!

♤ Vergil Sparda ♤

Vergil felt challenged at the mere sight of you. Something was immensely off about your aura...

The first meeting was probably at a café shop that was known for its good tea and numerous books. The moment you step foot into the café was the moment Vergil took his eyes off of his poetry book

The long strides you made, swinging your hips to the side and sauntered with confidence just added more to his suspension (He's already fallen under your spell, it's love he's feeling)

Somehow, your boisterous flare sparked and left a mark within his cold heart...He didn't know what happen but the two of y'all were chatting passionately about poetry. 'What were you? A witch or something?', he ponders, maintaining that seldom expression as he scrutinizes you

Ironically enough, he was right. He found out when you displayed such ferocious strength against your battle with two Ardors (He just sat there, watching you tossed and used wicked weave on the red armor angels)

Just seeing you battle made him motivated to display his strength and power in front of you

He will join your battle and utilize Yamato, slicing and dicing Gracious and Glorious, tearing down the tricky angels with great accuracy (These angels are known for being quite challenging)

He will definitely interfere with your battles; instead of you fighting them, he'll be the one fighting them. Don't bother trying to argue with him about it, he's already taken down five Harmony and the Fearless, Fairness duo

The only reason he's doing it is to display his extraordinary power, to prove that he's truly the Dark Knight and some mere angels will not make a fool out of Sparda's kin

Another reason is because of demon traditions. Being in the Underworld for a long time and dedicating his time in studying his demon origins, he found out a common courting practice conducted in hell was for demons to fight and show off their strength to their desired mate in hopes of winning them over

Looks like his courting technique help him as he managed to pull the Umbre Witch

The deep navy blue blade came in contact with the black scabbard, returning safely to its cozy home. His back faced the angels once he landed on the gravel ground. Screams of Garcious and Glorious echoed the arena, filling the quietness with screeches; a blinding light emerged from them as they combusted into halos and feathers.

"How utterly weak. They serve as servants and protecters of humanity yet they hardly done anything to me. Foolish angels", the kin of Sparda remove his fingerless glove off the tsukamaki. Soft giggles escaped from behind him. Turning his head a bit, he was greeted with a tall witch, hands on their hips as their gaze stared down at his blue eyes. "Vergil, you were the one to challenged them. My, are you trying to court me?", you mused, a smirk started to etched on your face. The ex Demon King of Hell didn't answer you, but the silence gave you an answer.

Amazed, you sauntered towards him and leaned down to his height. You whispered something to his ear and cat walked away, leaving Vergil alone with his cheeks dusted in the lightest yet soft hue of pink.

Since then, the two of you been taking on angels and occasionally demons along your journal. Vergil claims he wanted to know about the angel species hence to why he is traveling with you (Y'all are dating, he's just too..., stubborn to admit he wants to be by your side)

Will document the various angels he encounters in a small journal you gifted him. Watch him become Luka's father in a bit

Oh? You're reciting something in Enochian? Be expected to see him reading old, ancient books regarding that language. He will ask demand you to teach him the language. (He's constantly studying and practicing everyday!)

When you perform a torture attack, he'll be impressed as it represents a sort of human torture devices from human history. He'll be watching you as you do a torture attack while displaying your seductive, arousing gestures. Very interested in it and will write about it in his small journal

Oh boy, when you perform a demon summoning and your "clothes" vanished, he will be stun. He, being the gentleman he is, will try to cover your (almost) bare body with his blue coat. Like as soon as you do your summoning, a blue coat is draped around your shoulders, shielding your naked body and curves from any prying eyes. (The only eyes that'll be looking at your figure is Vergil's as he's just standing there with his arms crossed, staring at you with his normal stoic expression)

Demands you to make a demon contact with him to show people your his and he's yours. He'll be proud if you summon him, gladly fight for you but won't outright say it. Just knowing that your his "mate" (his demon urges is skyrocketing rn) makes him feel blessed and content; he just claims you as his just like his books and katana (HA! Take that Dante!)

Dates will be either be in a quiet place away from humans or in a café. If he's being fancy enough, he'll take you to an expensive restaurant

Sparing and relaxation will be the highlights of yall's quality time toghter! Just be prepare because Vergil won't go easy on you. He knows you're powerful so why should he hold back? He wants to be at an equal level with you

Wanna see him flustered? Activate your Witch Time during your sparring and press various kisses on him. The best part is, he can feel your lips all over his face. There you go! Now you have the Dark Slayer glancing away from you, rosy pink dusted his cheeks accompanying him with red lipstick you imprinted on his face

Your height difference clearly made the blue demon felt like he was being challenged. You being taller than him? Haha, as if that'll stop him for being the dominant one in this relationship. He needs to uphold his infamous status, he won't be submissive (Okay...maybe sometimes if he's feeling strangely friendly)

◇ Nero Sparda ◇

Nero didn't really care about you when you first appeared in the church; he was just laying back, jamming to his music as he dazed off

Although, when you approached him, your tall stature and nun outfit seemingly cause him to snap out of his trance

Your sultry yet angelic voice definitely caught his attention as he can't seem to avert his gaze away from you

Will act like you didn't affect him in a way but its so obvious that the anti-social, hot-headed teen was admiring you, practically following you like a lost puppy

Whenever he's helping you with whatever, he'll try to start up some conversation like, "Where are you from?" Or "Why are you a nun here on this nobody island ?" Of course he received the same answer, "Quite the curious type lil pup? Next time dear". (He's pissed off you called him a pup but doesn't expressed his anger towards you)

Somehow, he's been spending more time with you without realizing it. From helping you carry stuff to socializing with you

One night, you and him were at the isolated parts of the town, gathering supplies The Order needed. What started off as a peaceful night shifted drastically to a slightly noisy one as some petty angels decided to ruin yall's quality time

Originally, Nero thought they were demons but with the bright light, angelic sounds, and them descending down with grace, he immediately knew they were angels. 'Wait, angels existed? Why are they coming towards us? Is our time up?', will probably be the thoughts circulating in his head. Oh Nero, if you knew they weren't coming towards you, rather a particular nun standing next to you

When he saw their weapons, his first instincts was to protect you, pull out Blue Rose, and shoot warning shots at them. Before he could, your voice rang out in your normal tone as if you weren't bother by their appearance. 'Were nuns this comfortable when they come face to face with servants of God?'.

One minute you were standing next to him, the next you were in the air, grabbing their legs and tossing them around like a rag doll. He didn't know what to do: should he help you or stay in place? Wait a minute...WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING THEM!?

He tried to call you but couldn't help but admired the way your form moves in the air; it was a sight for sore eyes. But he snaps out of it and rushes in to assist you

Sounds of shearing caught his ears which made him averted his gaze towards you. His eyes widened when he realized your white, pristine outfit ripping with every strike the Affinities launched towards you; it didn't helped that you were moaning

His face is bright red, eyes gawking at your figure. He thought nuns were classy, religious but nah, here you were being seductive and moaning with no shame at all. (He's a hormonal teenage y'all bare with him plz; his thoughts about you being the ideal nun was flushed down the drain)

Once your clothes were torn, you pulled them off, standing naked in view. Luckily (or not) a shadow casted over you before your hair latched itself on your body, turning into your tight bodysuit. At least you have some clothes on. And here you go fighting angels as if it was the most casual thing ever

Blood splattered on the cold cobblestone pavement. Gunshots rang throughout the area, followed with some shrieks and cries. The Umbre Witch sent a kick towards an Affinity, weaving about while projecting bullets towards the other enemies. The Holy Knight assisted the witch, striking and plunging angels below him with his brilliant revolver. The two didn't made much conversation, only focusing on their targets in front of them. Although, one of them breaks the tense atmosphere

"You should use that arm of yours, pup. It'll be more effective on them", they mentioned, glancing at the Devil hunter. Nero scoffed, covering his abnormal right arm futher in his cast as he delivered bullets and kicks to the angelic targets.

"Don't come talking about that when we're dealing with these what angels. Why are they here?! Why are you so calm?! What are you?!", he barked questions after questions, clearly being in his hot-tempered state. Giggles erupted from your lips. "Be patient puppy". "I'M NOT A PUPPY!".

After your small battles with the Affinities, Nero begin to demand answers about what the hell was all of this. So, you ended up telling him everything which seemed to calm him a bit

After the whole ordeal, angels will be an occasional thing in his life now all thanks to you! But these battles with them brought you two closer. I guess shredding bloodshed on angelic beings can stimulate a relationship

You manged to convince him to accept his demon arm which he gladly embraced! You help him with his abilities and even gave him advices on how he can perfect it

Sparring will be a common thing between y'all! The two of you will sneaked off into the woods and practice for a while until Nero is tired out

Nero finally court you after the incident between a red demon, the Order, and their attempts to take over the world! (Dante, Lady, and Trish were just standing there as they watch the stubborn yet now bashful teen express his love to you, smiling at his sudden change in behavior)

He'll be asking all sorts of question regarding your witch origins. From your watch to demon summonings and abilities. If he had such features of a dog, his tail will be rapidly wagging as his ears perked up in interest

Expect to receive gifts from him! He just wants to spoiled you even though he knows you have the money to spoil yourself and him

Sneaking off will be a common thing between y'all. Either you will be ditching Luka or him stepping away his Holy Knight duties and quickening his missions. Sigh...such young love

Common dates will be sauntering around the town, visiting shops and cafés or it'll be in the woods, the two of you enjoying nature and the tranquil atmosphere

When he got his haircut and out grew his teen face, he thought he wouldn't get tease by you anymore. Unfortunately, his new appearance made you tease him more. You still called him a puppy which he is pissed at but couldn't help but love that silly nickname you persistent on keeping

He will take you on his missions with demons and explored new areas with you, taking your hand gently and gesturing you around the foreign area

♧ V ♧

He thought you were an angel in his eyes....ironic enough, you were the opposite of that

He woke up in your apartment, confusion written all over his face as a rather large yet soft blanket covered his body

When he finally sat up, memories surfaced up from last night; realizing that he passed out due to overworking himself with that Nidhogg suddenly popping out of nowhere

"Ah, you're finally awake", a voice called out to him, making him direct his gaze to where that voice was. There you were, sitting on a chair with...Shadow laying against your chair with Griffon sitting on your table.

"V, thank goodness you're awake! This crazy minx tried to cook me!", the black hawk squawked, pointing his wing at you. "Decitful hag!", he exclaimed. A smirk tugged your lips. "Such a foul mouth you have, perhaps I should punish you, how about feeding you to my little pets hm? Or having all those feathers of yours pluck out", a dangerous glint shimmered in your eyes, making the demon shut up quickly. Grumbling underneath his breath, he swiftly flew over to his owner and perched on his shoulder.

The man glanced around the apartment, taking in everything before shifting his gaze back to you. "Where am I?", he asked. "You're in my apartment, dear. Found you resting along the cold dirt peacefully", you answered, standing up from you seat which caused the cat demon to opened her eyes. V couldn't help but stare at you with keen interest; you had a weird aura surrounding you, and you weren't faze by the two demon familiars. Before he could say nothing else, a finger was placed on his lips. "Save the chit-chat for later and drink this", you offer him a glass of water. Griffon scoffed at you while Shadow came sauntering towards you, rubbing her head towards your leg. Who are you?

From there, conversations occured ranging from who you were to somehow poetry much to Griffon's annoyance. Although, all he receives from you was vague and vise versa (Ah don't we love the mysterious types)

Weirdly enough, the two of y'all become friends because of your mysterious (attractive) behaviors and somehow, you mingled your way into his life

V was wondering why you weren't so perplexed at his demon companions, weren't you human as well? Surely you'll be afraid of these abnormal creatures. And yet here you were petting Shadow's head and grooming Griffon's feathers (Which was revolutionary)

Sooner than later he acquired his answer when he came face with a...few Joys. Griffon and Shadow emerged out, beginning to attack them without V's commands. V was in utter shock, these were angelic beings? Have they came to atone him for his sins on behalf of his demon half? (Nah, they just scented a familiar aura on him from a certain witch)

Immediately, a wide curled ribbon of metal came whizzing towards him. Before he could call Shadow, a dark rose gold barrel of a gun collided against the metal ribbon. "You certainly won't get a man if you're throwing attacks at him", V's eyes widened when he heard your voice. Turning his head behind him, he noticed your stature looming over him

Surely enough, the Joy begin to thrashed the whip around, aiming at you relentlessly. You dodged it effortlessly, performing Witch Time and sending Wicked Weave towards the feminine being. As soon as V blinked, the being groaned loudly before bursting into a bright beam of light, blinding him which made him raise his arm over his eyes

Once the Joys were finally dealt with, halos and feathers scattered over the grass. Soon enough, both Griffon and Shadow returned to V's side. Shadow looked like she was ready to pounce on you while Griffon raise his wings, ready to sent a Blockade attack at you. "I knew it! You wicked bitch!", Griffon squawked which made you amused. "Perhaps I should feed you to Gomorrah. He'll be thrilled trying something new rather than souls and angels", your smile become a dangerous smirk. "Oh you!-".

V managed to calm the situation down, easing his familiars and keeping you at a safe distance from you. He finally inquired about what you were but you gave him a smile. You crouched down, placing your gloved hand over your maroon lipstick lips and blow a kiss towards him...or so it seems. Trio of heart projectiles blew passed him (one landed on his cheek) and shattered the angelic seal behind them, thus opening a small portal to Inferno. "Ask your little pets, it seems I must be off my way", you explained before sauntering away and disappearing

V placed a hand on his cheek, confusion etched his face as he stood there, collecting his thoughts. Slowly, he removed his palm, placing it down to his side; however, a light shade of pink dusted his pale cheeks

Brushing that thought away, he averted his attention back on his familiars. "What was she talking about?", his cool, calm voice reached them. Griffon sighed but reluctantly explained to him that you were an Umbre Witch

Hm? A witch that has demon contracts? So you were like him in a way in some sorts. You were an enticing person while he was a fragile human half of his original self

Nonetheless, he felt a connection between you

After this meeting, he ended up visiting you at your apartment one day. Book in hand, reading and waiting for you to open the door

You revealing your true identity left an impression on V. He knew you were a stunning person, but now? His admiration he had for you deepened immensely

These visits became more frequent and it looks like his pets became very comfortable around you. Griffon kept squawking at you, trying to find a comeback at your passive aggressive threats; Shadow is always by your side, demanding some pats and attention like some house cat

You somehow ended up filling your bookshelves with poetry V recommended for you

Eventually, your relationship with him sparked up into the next level: boyfriend & girlfriend

Expected this man to be his mysterious, quiet self. He's not that opened up but will sometimes alluded to stuff about him and his past like that time he mentioned that roses was his mother's favorite flowers

The next day he was greeted with bundles of roses and a small note.

Dear V,

Roses are beautiful creations, it represents love and passion but it also means commitment, respect, admiration, and harmony. Your mother must've been a brilliant rose

Love, Your Favorite Witch

(There's a lipstick mark on the small envelope)

With each word he read, his lips tugged into a smile. It was a heart felt message from you which made him content. He kept that letter in his book, always rereading it whenever he's far away from you

You will accompanied him whenever he's venturing somewhere that in invasive with demons and possible angels lurking around. (Griffon complains about it but enjoys your witty remarks)

When V summoned Nightmare, you were taken back by his white hair appearing, getting rid of every strand of jet black. When the battle is done, you're just running your hand through his hair which soothe him greatly

Sometimes when his limbs gives up on him, you just carry him around as if he weighs like a pillow of feathers. You prefer carrying him bridal style, enjoying him against your body and stare at your chest. (V is trying his best not to look at them)

"Love and harmony combine, And round our souls entwine. While thy branches mix with mine, and our roots together join. Joys upon our branches sit, chirping loud and singing sweet; like gentle streams beneath our feet, innocence and virtue meet", V recited the printed words in that brown-gold, embroidered book. He smiled, before turning the page.

"Alright lover boy, cut it out! If you think slashing and decimating angels in horrific ways is innocent and virtue, THEN YOU'RE DELUSIONAL!", Griffon yells. In the distance, you summoned a large chainsaw and cleave through a Hamrony. Blood sprayed everywhere before exploding into a pool of blood. "She's truly one of a kind", V smiled at you

Cuddles will be a common thing as you'll drag him to bed so he can get some sleep; his body desperately needs it. You'll trace his tattoos with slow strokes with a hint of suggestion into them

V cherished every moment he has with you because he knows this body of his will crumble away if he doesn't come face with his demon half; he just hopes you'll understand this revelation and still love him even when he merged with Urizen, turning back into Vergil

¤《 Urizen 》¤

Urizen despise you at first glance. There standing in all of glory was you with your hands on your hips

You sauntered towards him without a care in the world. You're emulate confidence and flamboyance with just your walk. Why wasn't a mere human like you crumbling to their knees at the sight of him?

You had the audacity to ask him if he seen a certain platinum witch with a coy smile. Your answer was received with a Qliphoth root launched towards you at ridiculous speed; fortunately, you did a back flip, activating your Witch Time

"Is that the way you treat woman? No wonder why you can't get none", you passively insulted him, eyes meeting his face. You scanned him up and down, shamelessly checking him out. "Foolish woman, how dare you stand against a king", he glares down, teeth baring at you. An 'o' shaped form on your lips, making you placed your gloved hand over your lips. A smirk etched across your face. "On second thought..., perhaps you have a way of swaying women", you swirled your Scarborough Fairs in your hands. "Let's dance, baby! Hope you're ready for a bloody coronation!", you winked at the demon king.

The battle continued for a while without no interruption. The both of you kept up with each other; you dodging the pillars of blue flames beneath you while that red crystal counter all of your Wicked Weave and bullets. Eventually, you realized that you're still looking for your Umbre sister

With a final attack, you swiftly perform some backflips to distance yourself from him. "Sorry big boy, but a friend is waiting for me", you placed your hands on your hips. A scorn growl erupted from the king. "You dare walk away from this skirmish. I'll have your head as compensation", his claw scratched his throne as the other remained on his cheek. You laughed at his declaration. "Is that the way you show people you're interested in them? Don't worry, I'll leave a parting gift", with that, you blew a kiss at him, winking before disappearing from his imposing domian

The mystery surrounding you, a human left him feeling a myriad of emotions: bloodlust, anger, and loathing coursed his demon blood, but wonder and a dash of aroused stirred his heart

You kept your end of your promise and showed up again after a week or so later. "How peculiar. Do you wish to yield and relinquish your fate, Umbre Witch?", he inquired, multiple eyes piercing down at you. "No I just missed you that's all", it seems like your answer earn a quiet sneer from him

Somehow, some way, Urizen didn't attack you; rather he observed you, scrutinized your stature and style. Tight bodysuit, odd guns strapped to your heels, a watch on the opening gape of your chest. Such a weird outfit a human wore. "Hm? My eyes are up here big shot", you called out

Heels clicked the miscolored root ground as small butterflies flew from you. You stand in front of him, hands on hips as you stared up at him. Dear, he is massive

Small talks emerged with you starting off first with Urizen sometimes replying or just listening to you. These random meetings somehow but amusing lead to a mutual bond between you: an alluring witch and the new Demon King

Urizen started to see you less as a weak human and more of a human who is stronger if not powerful than all of humanity. Of course his pride and position refused to acknowledge that you might have the chance to defeat him

These talks made Urizen understand or get a good idea of what emotions are. Happiness, sadness, frustration, pesky human emotions. Yet it seemed he may have been too keen on two things: admiration and curiosity. It's a weird feeling and he experienced it whenever he's by you. Soon, that admiration and curiosity led to love

He hated it; these galling sensations makes you weak. He refused to succumb to such disease. He was the Demon King, he needs power, not love. But he couldn't help but feel his demon blood coursing through his veins about the idea of having you as his mate

Thats the solution. In order to satisfy his infatuation for you and his power hungry desire, why not make you his mate? It's a demon's instinct to display ferocious power to a desired mate and court them, thus making them there's

One day, he abruptly cut off your words and command ask you to be his mate. If you disagree then he shall keep you here forever until you comply. Fortunately for him, you agreed but mentioned to tone down his tone when it came to demon customs which earned you a huff

This demon expects you to be by his side 24/7. You're going to be his queen after all, so why would you want to venture out of this humble domain and into what's left of Red Grave?

A queen must need a throne next to the king right? That could be improvise...but of course this is Urizen we are talking about. He'll have you sitting on his lap, more like his thick rooted layer thigh

He'll make sure you won't fall off his thigh with the help of Qliphoth roots. Just to be clear it'll be nearly impossible to get off his thigh. If you however wanna get off of him, he'll be a stubborn ass and refused to let you leave

The height difference is immensely noticeable. You stand at 8 feet while he's like 20 feet at best (I saw someone said he's like 20 feet and I'm going with that bc there's no sources confirming his height)

Performing affection such as hugs, kisses, and even sex is difficult because you know, he's enormous but y'all found a way to work it out. You'll kiss his rooted skin, caressing his skin which was surprisingly soothing to him. He won't admit it but he enjoys you peppering his cheek with kisses. Blowing a kiss and even dancing suggestively deepens his desire for you

He'll return the favor by picking you up and placing you in his palm, carefully and delicately brushing your face and hair with his long claw. Qliphoth roots will find its way to your body and caressed your body (you can take it as affectionate or....that way. Btw he could feel your curves and stuff!) He'll offer you heads of demons and even some halos of angels if their unfortunate souls found their way in his domain

He knew you were an Umbre Witch as soon as he saw you. You reeked of different, powerful demons that are well known in Inferno

He couldn't help but be annoyed and jealous that your soul was meant for them, not him. He wanted you to rely on him instead of your demon companions. But since its a contract, he couldn't break it no matter what. Yes, the Demon King couldn't interfere with demon contracts which greatly irritated him

Instead of fussing over it, he decided to display his extraordinary power and strength in front of you whenever opponents challenged him. He'll toy with them while delivering attacks to them. In his eyes, you'll be more willing to accept him more as his mate

Admires you whenever you demonstrated your power, although his demon instincts are telling him to make you rely on him instead of your power and abilities. He just wants you to be his submissive mate but even he knows that won't happen

He is determined to rule the world with you by his side, his pretty queen standing next to him. The perfect ideal dream will be fulfilled as soon as he consumed the Qliphoth Fruit. You shall be superior against every being and produce heirs to his throne (But that could only happen in another timeline though)

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Finally I'm done! Hope y'all enjoy this! Yes V's thing is long, I'm almost done with DMC 5 and this is my way of coping. I'm fine y'all

(I'm not).

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