#and it turned out to be kinda that but also um

[dantes-jacket]

My Angel

Dante x fem angel reader

Author notes: ahhh this is my first request ever so I’m a bit nervous. But I saw this and got so excited. Angel reader who looks a bit like Columbina from genshin, mentions of being experimented on, Dante is so sweet in this. I kinda also wanna make more parts to this

Dante is walking around some back woods to find this demon the person frantically called to tell him about. The demon apparently was big and scary. What a description, how is he suppose to find this thing if he doesn’t even have a clue on what it looks like? He really has to start setting some ground rules for this job.

He keeps walking for a little bit longer until he feels like he’s just been going in a circle. He’s about to give up until he hears a scream in the distance. Dante then takes off in the direction of where the scream came from. He knows he’s getting closer by hearing the cracking of branches and trees.

Dante sees the demon trying to go after something. He takes a look at it though, it’s not big nor scary. Oh well he has a job to do. He quickly grabs rebellion and dashes towards the demon. He uses a stump of a tree to jump off of to get himself higher into the air.

Once he’s above the demon, he pierces it in the neck with his sword and drags it down its back. The demon screams in agony and falls to its side as it dies.

Dante lands on the ground then laughs, man that was easy. But so not worth the hours he’s been out here. He turns his head to see you sitting on the ground with your back pressed against a tree. Ah so you must have been the one that screamed.

Dante walks over to you and you try to back up more and frantically wave your arms around, “Please don’t kill me!”

He freezes at your fear. He gets why you’re so nervous. It doesn’t help that he just killed the demon and is now still walking around with rebellion in his hand. He’s quick to throw it on his back and slowly walk over to you with his hands in the air.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to help you get out of here safe okay? Let me get you back home.”

He reached out a hand to you and you hesitantly take it. His hands are calloused and rough but they feel so warm. It’s comforting to you.

Dante helps you up and that’s when he gets a good look at you. You have these white strips on your face that cover around your eyes, he questions to himself if those are bandages. He then sees wing behind you. They’re not super big but they aren’t exactly small either. You’ve obviously been out here for a while since your pretty white wings are now brown and muddy.

You also had very long hair that look silky. You then made eye contact with him and he is captivate by your eyes. They are so beautiful. It’s like you have gems for eyes. He finally notes you have a long white dress that flows in the wind. He also realizes that you are smaller than him. But that’s normal, he is super tall and buff after all that’s what being half demon does to a man.

Dante thinks you’re beautiful though. So he questions how you got out here.

You’re intimated by the man in front of you. He has suddenly gone quiet and is staring you down. You’re use to the looks at this point and are ready to hear all the judgmental things he’s probably going to say. It’s not like you haven’t heard them before.

But you can’t help but stare at him. He is very tall and muscular. You’ve never seen a man built like this before. He looks so handsome. His beautiful long white hair and those gorgeous blue eyes, you really don’t want to take your eyes off of him.

But his staring is getting a bit intense, “Um so…”

Dante snaps out of his staring. Damn he must look like a creep, “Oh sorry. I’ve never seen an angel before.”

You look away from him after his confession, “I get that a lot.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

You snap your head back to look at the white haired man in front of you. Did he really just say that? “What did you say?” You ask him wanting to double check to make sure you heard him right.

“I said I think you’re beautiful.”

You blink owlishly at him, “You think so?”

Now Dante looks confused, “Yeah, wouldn’t everyone?”

You shake your head. “No one has said that to me. I only got picked on growing up because I don’t look normal. People thought I was just dressing up but once I got older and grew into my features, everyone got scared.”

“Why were they scared?”

“They thought I was going to hurt them or something I guess. That’s why they called these scientists to get me.”

“Is that why you’re in the woods?” He questions. He mentally slaps himself because this sounds like an interrogation now. He hopes you don’t see it that way.

“Kinda? I ran away because I had enough of their experiments. I wanted to actually live and not be a test subject.”

Dante thinks to himself for a second, it’s not the first time he’s heard of people testing on others to try and understand demons. But you’re a different case, what is there to benefit out of testing on you? All he knows is that he’s mad you had to go through that and suffer for so long.

He reaches out his hand to you again, “Since you don’t have a place to return to, let’s go to mine alright?”

You take his hand more confidently this time and smile up at him. This is the first time you get to choose where you go. You wonder what his place is going to be like. After all he is a demon hunter so you bet it’s going to be an interesting place.

You are standing outside a building with a big sign saying “Devil May Cry”. You look at him confused, “Uh is this your place?”

“Yep.” Dante emphasizes the “p”. “It’s my shop and house. A two in one if you will.”

You look at him even more confused, “Two in one?”

His eyes widen at your question. You must have really been locked away for a while if you don’t know basic slang. “It just means combining two things into one. So double the benefits for one thing.”

You nod your head at his answer, “Okay I think I got it!”

He laughs at your determination. You really are cute. He leads you inside and winces once he turns on the light. If he knew he was having a guest over he would have cleaned.

The mess doesn’t seem to bother you though. You walk past him and look around. You see weapons lying around, stuff hanging on the wall, and a picture frame of a lady on his desk. This is all so cool! Having a place to yourself must be really nice.

You are so giddy walking around you don’t think about how some spots are a tight space. You spin around to look at different things on the wall you don’t even notice your wing hit something leaning against his desk. It made a loud thud and you jump back. You turn around to see you knocked a different sword to the ground.

You look at Dante terrified and start to freak out while apologizing, “Oh my gosh I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to knock it over. I was just so excited to look at everything I didn’t notice my surroundings. I am so sorry, I didn’t break it did I?”

Dante just laughs and it stresses you out more. Seeing that you’re actually serious he stops laughing and goes to pick up the sword.

“Sweetheart if a sword would break that easily there is definitely no way I’d keep it. So no it’s not broken and it’s alright. Plus I knock stuff over all the time when I’m in my devil trigger so don’t worry.”

“Wait you’re part demon?”

Oh shit he didn’t realize what he said until you are clarifying again. “Yeah. My dad is Sparda and my mom was human so boom. Part demon part human. I can transform into a demon form, I don’t do it too often though.”

“That’s so cool! We are opposites, but I feel so comfortable with you. It feels so right being by your side even though we just met!” You excitedly say. “Oh um by the way what’s your name?”

Damn you two really know some interesting facts about one another before even exchanging names.

“My name is Dante.” He holds out his hand towards you. You take it and shake his hand while telling him your name.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

You blush at his compliment and look away from him again. “Your name is really pretty too, and you are too.” You mumble out the last part of the compliment though. Not having the confidence he has to openly say stuff like that.

He smiles even though you both know you can’t see it since you’re choosing to look away. “Thank you.”

It’s silent for a bit until Dante breaks the silence calling for you to look at him. “Wanna take a shower and head to bed? You must be tired and want to sleep.”

“Oh sure!” Dante leads you to his bathroom and starts the shower for you. He places towels and a pair of clothes to change into. “So I know I’m bigger than you but I don’t know if my shirts will be comfortable for your wings. If we need to cut the back when you’re done we can do that. I have plenty of old shirts we can cut up.”

Dante is really thoughtful you thought to yourself. You didn’t even think about all these details when he took you back here. You were just happy to finally live your life how you wanted to.

“That’s really sweet of you Dante, thank you. If we do have to cut them it hopefully shouldn’t be too big.”

He just nods at your answer, “Take as much time as you need to wash up. There’s no rush.” He then walks out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

You step out of your dress and take off your white strips off your face. You look at the scars under them and run your fingers softly over them. It hurts remembering your past but thinking about your future is actually fun now. You can do anything you want now. You can look forward to the rest of your life instead of wishing the next day would be your last.

You quickly then hop into the shower and wash yourself off. Dante’s soap smells so good. The smell is comforting to you. He really is your night in a shining leather jacket and you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

You don’t take too long of a shower because you want to sleep. You did make sure to wash yourself super good to make sure everything is clean and neat again. You turn off the shower and step out to grab the towels Dante left out.

You wrap your hair in one then dry your body off. Once your body is dry you move to your wings. You delicately dry them to make sure not to hurt yourself. When your wings are all dry you slip on Dante’s old clothes.

It’s a black long sleeve shirt, black boxers and gray sweatpants. Each thing is a bit big on you but you don’t mind. But your wings are a little crammed. You wait to ask Dante for help because you want to put your white strips back on. You’re not ready to show him your scars so you quickly put them on then let down the towel that tied your hair up. You towel dry your hair the best you can or at least until your arms are tired.

When you finished that you open the bathroom door and walk out into his bedroom. You see that he’s sitting on his bed and you call out to him, “Dante?”

He looks over at you and smiles, “Feel better?”

“Yeah but could you cut the back for my wings? They’re a bit uncomfortable.”

Dante gets up and goes to the nightstand by his bed. He pulls out the bottom drawer and grabs a pair of scissors. He walks over to you and spins you around so your back is facing him.

He starts by your shoulder blade then cuts down most of the shirt. He finishes cutting the shirt and throws the scissors off to the side. “Do you mind if I touch your wings? I want to help you get them out of the shirt.”

“Yeah go ahead.” You brace for the feeling of his warm hands on your wings. You don’t know how you’re going to handle it.

Dante lightly touches your wings and guides them out each hole making sure they can move freely. He reaches for the scissors again and cuts some more so they have a bit more movement. He taps your shoulder and says “All done.”

His touch was so soft and careful. You’ve never had someone touch your wings like that before. You want to savor that feeling but you know right now you can’t. Maybe another day when you two are closer you can ask him to touch them again. But you’ll have to wait till that day.

“Thank you and I mean for everything tonight. You really are a great person.” You say while turning around to face him. Once you’re facing him you give him a light smile.

He smiles back down at you, “No problem, I’m just happy I can help you. Let’s call it a night though. Take my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch, and no arguments about that. Tomorrow I’ll take you out to look at the town and have you eat at some of my favorite spots.”

He didn’t know your eyes could glimmer anymore than they did now. You look so happy and excited. Dante promises to himself that he will always make you look like that from now on.

“Yay! Sounds like so much fun, I can’t wait.”

He laughs and starts to walk out of his room. He pats you on the head when he walks by, “Goodnight and sleep well.”

“Goodnight Dante. May sweet dreams come for you tonight.”

Dante is then shutting the door as he leaves again. Your heart races with excitement. You can’t wait for tomorrow and to get closer to him. It feels like fate is finally in your favor. Dante might be part demon but he is your angel.

@moonlighteevee

[ohnoitstbskyen]

You are still doing it. You are still doing the thing. You are uncritically accepting the framing and understanding of Jesus developed by Christians in Christian texts for Christian audiences, and what i am trying to ask people to do is to just for one picosecond adopt a hostile reading of those texts, or literally any frame of understanding of them other than credulity!

"Wow, I'm reading this book about Dienetics and L. Ron Hubbard sure is a swell guy! He was a revolutionary against the galactic tyrant Xenu! Sure, his followers have done some bad things in his name, but Ron was a radical progressive!"

For just a moment, please understand Christian theology and Christian texts and Christian narratives as what they are: propaganda literature, written by and for members of a cult to reinforce and justify their own moral and political belief systems.

Literally not one single word of the Bible is written in Jesus' own hand, all of it is writing ABOUT the man, after his death, by other people with an agenda for how they wanted his martyrdom to be meaningful politically and spiritually. It is a text with hundreds of authors, all competing for authority.

If there was a historical Jesus, he did not heal the sick, did not turn water to wine, did not feed 5000 people or walk on water, and was not resurrected after being dead in a cave for three days. And because we know that all of those stories about him are, generously speaking, fucking fairy tales, we should also be able to accept that the rest of the stories about him are not credible historical reportage either, and understand that "Jesus" is a literary creation who bears at best passing resemblance to whatever real man may have inspired him.

Please be willing to read the Bible with the same frame of skepticism that you would use for any other piece of beatific cult literature. The Bible makes Jesus look like a swell guy because it is religious propaganda designed to glorify a martyr and rhetorically justify structuring power around his (purported) dogmas.

Once we adopt a skeptical or hostile reading of the Bible, and once we understand Jesus as a literary creation, maybe then we can treat him like one and have him play a villain in a TV show.

Maybe then he can be used to narratively embody a critique or satire or mockery of his pop cultural persona or his movement in history or the religious dogma that is ascribed to him, just the same as we do with so many other historical and religious and folkloric figures. And maybe we can do it without credulous cultural Christians jumping in to be like "um actually this is factually incorrect, Jesus was historically an uwu cinnamon roll smol bean, it says so in my favourite fanfic!"

The eschatology espoused by Christ in the Bible is and remains fucked up, by the way, I will not yield on this. Human life on Earth is not a gauntlet of noble suffering whose misery is justified and paid for by a reward in the afterlife. Being oppressed and abused does not make you spiritually more pure it just fucks you up and usually makes you a worse person. And the meek shall not inherit the fucking Earth, the Earth will be strip mined and left a scorched wasteland by capital holders unless the meek stop sitting prayerfully in their holy misery and start [redacted] some fucking executives' houses.

"Render unto Caesar" how about render unto the oppressor a mouthful of their own broken teeth actually, Jesus, how about that? Maybe it kinda sucked how you made a virtue out of material inaction against oppression, maybe "turn the other cheek" is dogshit advice for making a better world on Earth. Maybe the idea that the suffering of the poor shall be repaid in the kingdom of heaven has turned out to be a really effective way of justifying keeping the poor fucking miserable.

Rich men can't enter the kingdom of heaven? Oh wow, I guess I'll enjoy my epic moral victory over Jeff Bezos as the AI data centers cook the atmosphere and drink the lakes dry. Truly, the most noble thing an oppressed person can do is die about it!

I'm not even a fucking atheist, i don't think religion is inherently either good or bad and I don't think Christianity is evil or poisonous. I am just so desperately bored with the special little moral exception carve out that is constantly given especially to Jesus specifically, sheltering him from ever being portrayed as anything other than a really swell guy who is sooooooooo tragically misunderstood, and who can never be held responsible for any bad things done in his name, but always be credited with the good things. I am sick of people considering it somehow taboo to mock or be rude about a fucking cult leader.

"If they introduce either of them, I hope they are straight up villains. I am tired of Jesus Was A Nice Guy Actually interpretations of that particular prophet, it lets Christianity off the hook far too easy."

That is certainly a challenge because, just as Tv Tropes explains in their page for "Jesus Was Way Cool" (a.k.a: this trope), he is God in human form who routinely mingled with and was willing to forgive those who were considered outcasts even to the church primarily through the pen and not the sword

9 times out of 10, you will look like a asshole because you're demeaning what might essentially be the most universal "Greatest Of All Time" to ever exist

See this is the shit I'm talking about. It's this shit right here. I am so tired of this exact thing.

"Jesus was so nice" he was a cult leader who claimed to have the divine power to define and forgive human sin, and you live in a culture which is pathologically obsessed with worshipping him, even while the religion he founded has slaughtered and persecuted untold millions of people over the course of two thousand years in his name.

I'm not particularly atheistic as a person, but I feel vomit well up in my throat when people uncritically and without a hint of irony take it as Literal Gospel that Jesus Was Nice Actually, and that it would somehow be unfair to him to use him in fiction to embody literally any of the bad things that his religion has done.

I dunno man, maybe the apocalypse cult leader's eschatological teachings are partly to blame for how the followers of his religion obsess over sin and purity in the eyes of God? Maybe his claim to be an instrument of universal divine justice on Earth is partly to blame when his followers abuse and murder non-Christians as enemies of that divine justice?? Maybe some of the things Jesus said and did have a causative impact on how the followers of his teachings behave??

But no, I'm just talking crazy talk here. Everyone knows that the things Jesus said and did can never be to blame for any bad thing that Christians do, but they can always be credited for all the good things that Christians do.

Only the good things, because Jesus Was Nice. He was the universal Greatest Of All Time. It says so on tv tropes dot org

[ndostairlyrium]

I'm kinda okay with not having too many details, tbh

I remember I was incredibly excited to romance an actual grey warden back in Inqui for then being incredibly disappointed :'D got deprived by my "This is the tainted blood of a killer, Bella" moment and instead I got to relive refresh reboot past traumatic experiences lmao

Romance aside, I stopped reading speculations a few months ago and now I'm like, deliberately ignorant and happy with that. I'll just look at the cute photosets with starry eyes :'

[swoo0zy]

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heavily inspired by @pepperpepi s art of them !

[im-smart-i-swear]

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[garygoldenbignaturals]

i know its goddamn november but i wanted. to draw them in halloween costumes okayy...

[quietroadkill]

violently possessed by the writing spirit. 30 pages of nonsense, 12 words, most of them me shouting notes at myself in the margins, and a literal

11 hours later I'm only stopping because my hand is so swollen that I can't see my knuckles. I only have like. 5 random slivers from 5 random chapters so far? anf I NEED TO KEEP GOING but my hand is going to melt. I will fix and edit it to coherence later. right now I know how these random sequences in the story are going to go exactly and I need to get them down before they're gone forever. also I'm sure they'll connect at some point I'm sure theres some actual plot here I'm just fumbling through the rough blocky shapes of the base coat of paint here

[goldensunset]

was forced in a class today to like reflect upon myself and my past and my future for two and a half hours. babe. please don’t do that. do i have to do that every wednesday evening for five weeks. i am not capable of living my own life and existing as a person in the real world without imploding

[danielnelsen]

huh i remember grymforge being really hard to navigate and really frustrating but it’s literally fine lmao. did everything except the actual forge today and that’s all i have left of act 1

[quietlyblooms]

❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜ -James

smut sentence starters | @cursedblessed enjoys a lazy morning with chiyo :' )

lazy mornings are chiyo's favorite.

she thinks this when her eyes flutter open to a sleepy james, hair mussed and gaze warm, and as he gets on top of her to place soft kisses along her neck, purposely tickling her at one point, chiyo thinks to herself, she loves lazy mornings with him. is there anything better than to be cocooned in blankets and kissed by someone she loves?

well... maybe there's one thing.

it doesn't take much to make her needy for him. she wants him the minute his hands slide beneath her shirt, unhurried as he takes his time to squeeze her waist, knead her breast. slow and lazy. chiyo likes it despite how impatient she grows, how she whines at him and arches into his touch as if to wordlessly beg, more, more. he listens, sinks two fingers into her heat, and the pace he takes is just as relaxed as the rest of the morning but steady. closer and closer comes that sweet snap inside her, building like a rising wave, beckoned ever nearer by filthy words meant only for her ears. it's all a little maddening to take their time like this -- wonderfully, deliciously maddening.

she's quick to grab james' wrist before he can make her come on his hand. ooh, so close! " not like this, " chiyo gasps, brow furrowed and face flushed. she is desperate and wanting, impatient as ever, but she is a clingy woman in the haze of the morning. she wants james so much closer than he is; she begs for it, voice still thick with sleep. he obliges. of course he does. no matter the teasing he dishes out while tugging her shorts off, chiyo knows he wants her just as badly. his longing is there in the way he captures her lips, greedily swallowing her moans as he buries himself in her slick warmth. they are hungry for each other. there is no shame in that, least of all in the safety of their bed.

slow and lazy. again, chiyo likes it, enjoying the unhurried drag and push of each thrust. she feels every aching inch of james like this, overwhelmingly warm and full and content. his fingers dig into her hips as he slides in deep. chiyo's grip tightens in the demon's hair, and a whimper catches in her throat. she doesn't want this to end. he feels so fucking good.

" you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. " james unknowingly echoes her train of thought, hissing when she clenches around him. most days, she'd rather watch his composure fall apart, but chiyo wants him as close as he can get. it’s all she can think about as honeyed pleas fall from swollen lips, as her body grows taut in his hands. she tugs james by the hair, wanting him to press his face into the crook of her neck, and the demon's teeth graze her shoulder in return before biting — not hard enough to pierce but hard enough to make her gasp and cling to him. she all but cries his name against his ear. so close. so good. please, let me—

" let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ”

he can’t see how her expression shifts, but he feels how tight chiyo gets, hears her whine. “ fuck, james— ” she digs blunt nails into the soft skin of his back, wraps her legs around him, presses her face against the side of his. “ plea— please, i need it. i need you. fuck. ” no longer are they taking it slow, too eager to meet their ends. chiyo’s not sure she’s even making sense anymore. all she can register is that james is saying something before he snakes a hand between their bodies. “ give it to me, please, please, please— ”

his fingers rub relentless circles against her clit just as he snaps his hips against hers, and chiyo clings to him as pleasure washes over her in waves. james doesn’t let up even as she cries how sensitive she is, hitting her deep and hard until finally he’s coming. he’s filling her up as promised, fucking his cum into her, muttering praise against her skin, and the blonde spasms around him all over again as tears fall down her pink cheeks. through it all, chiyo doesn’t let james go. her legs remain tightly wrapped around him, hand fisting his hair and nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. she takes everything he gives her and whispers such sweet words to him, breathless and sated and happy.

god, chiyo loves lazy mornings with james. she loves him, and as soon as she catches her breath, she'll spend the rest of their morning showing him just how much.

[jjcocker]

thank you rhythm tengoku

[pecoraisa-archive]

Horse wip :]

[inkykeiji]

good morning i am absolutely in love with him and in love with the little tufts of hair curling up oh-so-sweetly at the base of his skull <3

i am twirling the strands around my cute lil fingers and then tugging juuust enough to have him growling slightly—nothing more than a soft lil rumble vibrating behind his ribs—and his features faintly scrunching in a barely there wince, lips spreading into a smirk a mere moment later as he chastises me for being such a little brat <333

[publicuniversalenemy]

hey quick question. what hte Fuck was that,

[murderandjambalaya]

GIGI. GIGI HOW??

"But if he's worth the risk of going under...

...Why not make it a game?"

[ithinkhemeows]

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