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Baby Doll (fluff)

Dante X reader

-He finds it adorable when you’re mad at him for being reckless whenever he goes on a mission. 

-Dante would always give you a kiss before he leaves. 

-When he comes home after his mission, you always cook food for him to eat and Dante finds it very sweet of you. 

-Sometimes he asks his nephew or his lady friends to go check on you to see if you’re doing okay which you find unnecessary. Causing you to believe that Dante worries about you whenever he goes out to do something important for Morrison. 

-Dante is always trying to find a time to spend his day with you, you being spending time with your lover eases his mind off things. 

-Whenever you don’t feel like cooking for him, you order Pizza with Dante’s favorite toppings on it. DANTE LOVES PIZZA ASF.

-Dante comes home and picks you up in his arms, pecking your pretty face with kisses. Vergil and Nero tell you both to GET A ROOM LMFAO.

-The two of you cuddle together on the couch watching a movie on the TV. 

-Here are the nicknames that Dante calls you by: Baby doll, sweetheart, cutie pie, sweetie pie, dream girl, buttercup, dream girl. 

-You get all shy and you blush like crazy whenever he calls you by these nicknames.

[tehrevving]

Pay the Devil His Due

Read a book recently that had some mind orgasm phantom touching shit and it was so damn hot. So have some PWP.

Dante x Fem!Reader. Magic Touching. Mind Orgasm.

“I found an interesting devil arm at the pawn shop today,” Dante says, plonking himself down beside you on the couch. You lower your book and shift from your curled up position to look at him. Dante holds up his hand, showing you a new ring on his index finger. It just looks like a normal ring, a thin band inset with a blue-green stone that shines oddly in the light.

You tilt your head to the side, curiosity piqued. “What’s it do?”

Dante doesn’t answer, instead he reaches over and takes your hand. His hands are so large compared to yours, and so much warmer. His touch is gentle as he tilts your hand over, so your palm is facing up. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your wrist. You can’t help but look up at him and smile. You notice a tiny hint of mischief appear on his face, as his eyes and lips curl up. Then he carefully presses his other hand, the one with the ring, against the underside of your arm, and then drags the ring across your bare skin.

You expect to feel slightly cool, or warm metal. Instead there’s a small but noticeable spark of heat against your skin. Your arm tingles warmly. The feeling is pleasant and you turn your head to look up at Dante.

“Is it alright?” he asks, a little bit of concern in his voice.

“Yeah,” you nod.

Dante pounces. He uses his enhanced speed to lean down and kiss you while darting out an arm to wrap around your waist. He pulls you against him on the couch. You let out a noise of surprise that’s muffled against his lips, but you trust him.

You feel him lift up the back of your shirt slightly while his tongue darts out to trace against your lips. You feel him slide his hand around to your back. You feel the strange texture of the ring against your skin while his stubble pricks at your cheek.

Suddenly, a coiling, golden heat bursts against your skin, where his hand, where the ring is touching you. It feels strange, different to how it did against your wrist. The touch is almost physical, but somehow underneath your skin. Where you expect to actually feel the warmth of Dante’s hand, all you feel instead is gentle flames that begin to lick at the base of your spine.

“Oh,” you can’t help but let out a sound against him. The heat felt good to start with, but now that it's starting to spread. It’s starting to feel too good. You pull back from Dante’s lips, just a little bit so that you can pant in the space next to his jaw. You press your cheek to his stubble, the pricks of it against your skin grounding you.

“Good?” Dante asks, looking just a little bit smug.

You try to steady your breathing and nod.

“I’m still getting used to controlling it,” he murmurs. His facial expression changes slightly, like he’s concentrating hard. The heat starts to move. The feeling shifts against your skin before starting to wrap around your spine like sticky-sweet honey. Gentle flames start to lap at your nerves, tickling before dripping luxuriously downwards, curling around your hips like the embrace of a lover.

Tendrils of flame begin to lap at the inside of your thighs. The heat, the pleasure of it comes from inside of you and you desperately want the feeling to start moving lower.

You look up at Dante, your mouth open slightly as you gasp and pant. You pull yourself up and kiss him, thrusting your tongue into his mouth. It breaks his concentration for a moment, the feeling bursting like fractals underneath your skin until he regains control.

You moan against his lips when liquid heat brushes against your clit. The pressure builds quickly. It’s a throbbing desperate heat, a give and take, a rush and pooling of blood. You grab onto him. You’re on fire, like there’s a vibrator being held against you at far too high a speed while Dante’s devilish tongue explores you from the inside. It’s too much all at once. It feels good, too good. Your hips buck against the air, desperately seeking friction, but there’s none. The heat is overpowering, overwhelming. The flames lick at your nerves, at your bones, and you can’t hold it together. You press your thighs together desperately, squirming as they shake beyond your control.

You come, pressed against nothing, hips bucking desperately in the air. It’s too much. It’s not enough. You never want it to end. The flames draw out your pleasure, pulsing in time with each desperate throb of your clit. It feels too good.

“Dante,” you pant, while aftershocks continue to roll through your body. He’s supporting your weight entirely. “More.” You beg him.

“Yes.” He’s breathless, murmuring underneath his breath. He uses his strength. Your limbs weak and useless. He positions you, straddles you across one of his thick thighs. The heat of him pressed against where you’re so sensitive, even through far too many clothes is almost too much. The tendrils start to dance around your spine once more.

You feel his leg tense underneath you, his arms bracketing you securely to his body. “You ready?”

You can do nothing but whine for him.

The molten heat caresses you once more. It starts from the base of your neck and radiates out. It curls down your back, twisting down your spine. The flames lick underneath your skin, tugging at your collarbones and dripping down your chest. You hold your breath in anticipation as the feeling trickles down the sides of your breast. Your skin is too hot, too sensitive. It’s too much. It’s not enough. Your nerves light up like a wildfire. Dante tightens his arm around your back and pulls you against him, mashing your chest against his own. You gasp at the pressure on your nipples.

The heat spreads lower, twisting underneath your breasts, cupping them with its luxurious embrace. You moan, throwing your head back at the pressure laps at your nipples with a heat that sends pulses spiralling between your legs. The flames pulse in time with Dante’s heart that you can feel in your chest and in time with the aching of your clit. You start to grind against his thigh.

The heat stays at your breasts, plucking your nipples with rough jolts as the feeling then begins to work its way down your spine. The flames move quicker, sliding across your hips and sinking deep down into your clit. The heat tightens around you, coiling like a dragon. You cry out. Tendrils find your sensitive bud and tease at it, sucking it with a power that makes your legs shake uncontrollably. The heat coils upwards, through your clit, making its way towards your g-spot from the inside.

It’s too much. Your entire body shakes, throbbing with a pleasure that you just can’t handle. You come with a wordless cry, a silent scream. The heat rushes out all at once. You’re floating. You’re soaking wet. Time doesn’t exist. Nothing exists but the coiling heat pulsing at your clit and caressing your breasts. Aftershocks tingle and ebb against your spine. The heat doesn’t let up but it slows. It lets you ride it, feel its power, drawing out your orgasm as you fall boneless against Dante’s chest.

An age passes until you’re able to open your eyes. You notice Dante’s heavy breathing, the way his body is shifting against you. You look down, not realising you’d been out of it for so long. His pants are undone, his thick cock leaking in his hand as he strokes it harshly.

He turns and looks down at you. There’s a deep lust in his eyes, simmering just below the surface. “Hey,” he coos softly, slightly out of breath and smiles. The hand on his cock slowly, changing from stroking to squeezing as he bucks his hips up into the sensation. Even though you’re exhausted, you still want him desperately.

“Dante.”

“You want more?” It’s like he can read your mind.

He lifts you up carefully with his strength. It’s only when he jostles you that you realise you’ve drenched his pants with your release, your inner thighs sticky. The thick head of his cock presses against your soaked entrance. You feel it pulse hard as he holds you.

He sinks you down on him effortlessly. The stretch burning in the absolute best way. You moan as he bottoms out, falling against his chest as he grunts. His hips pulse as he struggles to hold himself back.

“You ready?”

All you can do is nod.

The molten heat starts up again, immediately wrapping around your clit and then delving around your channel. Dante growls deep within his chest as the heat inside of you starts to spread. The sensation is more intense around his cock, the heat pulsing in time with his heartbeat, with your own. The sensation grows more disjointed as he struggles to keep up the concentration needed to maintain it.

He fucks up into you, the heat coiling gripping at his cock and plucking at your clit. Your mind goes blank with pleasure. You never want this to end.

[onestepbackwards]

Y/n on the phone with Nero, clearly exhausted: You know, I like to think I have a great relationship with the twins.... Camera pans to both Dante and Vergil sheepishly standing Y/n’s ruined living room: But sometimes I am this close to banishing them to the fucking shadow realm. Nero: ...I’ll be over in 10. Please try not to kill them before then.

[zenithlux]

92. “You’re so clingy, I love it.”

You got it! And don’t worry, I got your second message too :) So here’s a Dante drabble! I changed the quote just a little bit, so I hope that’s okay!

(And for those who want to request a prompt, click here! I will let you know if any are repeats as I have a few waiting to be written after work today!)

#92: YOU’RE SO CLINGY; I LOVE IT.

If there was one thing Dante loved, it was attention. That much was probably obvious to anyone who simply glanced at him for longer than a few seconds. If he wasn’t wearing the Faust hat (which, honestly, when didn’t he?), then it was the Devil Sword attached to his back. Or the demon motorcycle he took with him wherever he could. Or, let’s be real, it was clearly his good looks, stellar charm, and expensive leather jacket.

Vergil would laugh him out the door if he ever heard that. 

But that’s why Dante liked the attention so much; it was something that separated him from his twin. Dante would happily put on impromptu shows or go to a club and dance the night away. Vergil would rather read a book, learn a new language, and knit a sweater (or something else equally as boring. Dante had yet to actually catch Vergil crafting anything, but he also wouldn’t put it past his older twin). 

Boring just wasn’t Dante’s style. 

So, it really wasn’t a surprise that their secretary- hired by Morrison because he “sure as hell wasn’t trusting the finances to Dante” again - was attracted to Dante himself. Him. The Legendary Demon Slayer. Not Vergil. Not the... not-so legendary demon slayer. (Vergil really should work on his branding). But Dante was the one who got the adorably-nervous/curious looks. He was the one who got a stolen kiss in the storage closet where she admitted that she cared for him. She was the one overwhelmingly relieved when he returned the feelings, even though the two had yet to start a real relationship. Regardless, he was the one with someone to shamelessly flirt with. Him. Dante. Not Vergil.

Granted, Verge was already stubbornly smitten with someone else (even though he wouldn’t admit it). But that wasn’t important.

What was important, was the fact that Dante’s poor secretary was very clearly in love with him, but always seemed so hesitant. She wanted to be in the same room as him, yet seemed embarrassed to be too close. She reached her hand out for his numerous times but yanked it back with mumbled apologies. And Dante tried to encourage her, but even he was fumbling around what words to say or what things to do. 

The last thing he wanted to do was dissuade those feelings. 

Because dammit... he loved her too. 

It was Vergil, of all people, who finally clued him in on how to fix this.

“Just tell her the truth.”

Unfortunately, Dante couldn’t argue with that, because that was the exact same thing he had told Vergil months ago. And that same advice is what eventually led to a very committed relationship. So the fact that Dante hadn’t followed the same advice was baffling.

So, the next time he caught her staring at him longingly, he moved to her side with a lazy grin and a nervous thudding in his chest. “Hello, beautiful,” He said as he leaned against the wall. She smiled, her fingers wrapping together around the books in her hand to hide her nerves.

“Hello, Dante,” She said with a smile. “What can I do for you today?”

That time, he hesitated. Was it fair of him to speak to her like this in what was supposed to be a professional relationship? He liked her... and he assumed she liked him. And his shop was a far cry from a regular business-like setting. What’s the worst that could happen?

Rejection, his mind said. 

But he was Dante. The legendary demon slayer. He would not allow his concern to ruin this chance. 

But when he went to open his mouth, she - in a serious bout of confidence - placed a finger to his lips with a coy smile. “You’re the clingy type, aren’t you?”

Dante stared at her, both confused and resisting the urge to laugh. Fitting that this would be the way for this to end. “Is that a bad thing?”

Her smile turned coy. “Quite the contrary,” She said as she brushed the back of her hand along his cheek. “I love it.”

[copper-wasp]

Laser Tag - Dante x Reader

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Pairing: Dante/Reader

Rating: T

Words: 1663

Also posted to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18719848

“Oh, boys. You are so gonna lose,” you said, strapping on the laser-tag vest, pulling the straps tightly to your chest. Straightening your shirt, you gave a steely look to the silver haired man in front of you. He looked completely nonplussed, inspecting the plastic gun he had been given.

“Doubt it,” said Dante, taking a step towards you. He was much taller than you, but you had no intention of backing down, tilting your head up to meet his eyes with a cold glare. [E/C] stared into blue for a long moment, your eyes narrowing in challenge. He broke first, barking out a loud laugh and clapping you on the shoulder as you covered your mouth with your hand, trying and failing to stifle your own giggle.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Lady whined, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you out of Dante’s orbit, “No fraternizing with the enemy!”

“The enemy?” V said, looking confusedly at the blinking LEDs on his vest. “I thought this was all in fun.”

“Fun? No way! We’re gonna get absolutely destroyed by them,” Nero said dramatically, trying to shine the laser into Dante’s eyes. “These women are vicious.”

Dante quickly grabbed the gun out of Nero’s hands, twirling it by the trigger guard just out of his reach. “Have some confidence, deadweight. You do have me on your team,” he stated, flashing a dazzling smile at the young man. Dante tossed the gun up, striding away as Nero snatched it out of the air, fuming at his unfortunate nickname.

“We’ll only gloat a little when we beat your asses,” Nico added, pulling her hair back into a messy ponytail. “Now come on, Lady, let’s talk strategy,” she said, taking the other woman by the arm and walking away from the boys.

You had propped your foot up on a bench, retying the laces on your Doc Martens when Dante sat down next to where you stood, dragging his eyes obviously from your polished leather toes up to your face. “You don’t really think you can beat me, do you, [Y/N]?” he asked, swatting your hands away when you went to retie the other boot’s laces. He quickly tied them for you, hands deftly knotting the cords securely. He caught your eye, a little smirk playing on his lips and you blushed, putting your foot back on the floor. You rolled up the sleeves of the denim shirt you were wearing, bending over a little to level your eyes with his. He slid his eyes down to your cleavage, lingering there for a long moment before reluctantly dragging his gaze back up to your face.

“I guess you’ll find out soon,” you replied, moving your mouth next to his ear. “I’m going to wipe the floor with you, cowboy,” you whispered, pushing the barrel of your gun against his chest. You pulled away, Dante’s scent following you, citrus and lavender and heat. He chuckled darkly, hooking his index fingers into the front pockets of your jeans, keeping you from moving any further away from him.

“We’ll see....” he remarked, scrutinizing your face before he stood, body nearly touching yours. “Good luck, sweet cheeks.” You glowered at him, no real dislike in the look, before taking a step back and heading over to huddle with your teammates.

“So, what’s the plan?” you asked, eyes flitting between Lady and Nico.

“Divide and conquer,” Nico said with a smirk, laying out an iron-clad strategy. A minute later, all three of you were nodding in understanding, a solid plan formed to take down the boys.

“So, I’ll take on V; Nico, you keep Nero busy, and [Y/N], you’ll take care of Dante, ok?” Lady said, doing some last minute checks on her gear.

“Gotcha,” you replied, “leave the Legendary Dumbass to me.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There were strobing lights and metallic sounds all around you. Neon glow-in-the-dark painted set pieces were scattered throughout the arena, fog machines providing the perfect addition to the Post-Apocalyptic theme. All the props were broken, smashed, or otherwise damaged to add to the ambiance. How fitting, you thought, just like being on a job.

As soon as the buzzer sounded, the plan was put into action - the three of you immediately separating V, Nero, and Dante, driving them to different areas of the arena. You lost Dante in the fog and flashing lights pretty quickly, which, to be fair, you were expecting; the man was practically the Flash, born with innate speed and dexterity.

You heard a very loud, very Nero-sounding “Damnit!” a minute later, followed by a very bored-sounding voice over the intercom reminding you to watch your language. You chuckled, mentally congratulating Nico on her no doubt masterful takedown of the cocky young hunter.

You were tensed, completely on edge, eyes peeled for Dante’s form, ready for him to round any corner. V had the misfortune of running into you, and you immediately shot at him before he could even raise his gun to aim at you, flashing red lights exploding over his chest. He groaned, turning on his heel and calmly walking away from you.

You saw Lady streak by you a few moments later, skirt swishing as she chased after the tattooed man. You kept walking briskly around the outer perimeter of the space, head on a swivel, trying to locate the half-demon. A second, equally loud “Damnit!” resounded throughout the arena, and you clearly heard Nico cackle in absolute joy. The bored voice sounded over the speakers once again, sighing before giving the language spiel for the second time in ten minutes.

“Where the hell are you, Dante?” you growled lowly, peeking around a corner. Seeing it was empty, you crept past a fake storefront painted to look as if it would crumble any moment, green and orange dented trash cans on either side. Your boots stirred up the fog, the nearly opaque smoke swirling around your ankles. You softly stepped down the corridor, slowing nearly to a crawl as you neared the next corner.

Hearing a creak, you pressed your back against the end of the wall, gun poised and ready, a big grin on your face. You sprung around the corner, a jubilant “HAH!” leaving your lips, pulling the trigger of your laser-gun and having it make contact with... nothing but air. A dead end was before you, neon graffiti of a smiley face sticking its tongue out at you painted on the wall.

Sighing annoyedly, you went to turn back to continue your search, when you felt the stiff plastic barrel of a gun press between your shoulder blades. “...Shit,” you said resignedly, raising your hands in surrender.

A fingerless-gloved hand grabbed your gun out of your grip, the barrel of the other one pushing insistently on your back, coaxing you to move further into the dead end. You went along with it, rolling your eyes at how Dante was teasing you. Once you reached the end, a hand grabbed your shoulder, turning you around to face your would-be laser murderer.

Dante looked at you with a huge shit-eating grin, the black lights making his teeth glow an unnaturally bright white.

“All right, you got me. Take your shot,” you grumbled, hands still raised in surrender. For extra comedic effect, you closed your eyes, twisting your features into an exaggerated grimace, awaiting the telltale vibration of your vest as the laser made contact with the sensor.

For a moment you didn’t feel anything, and you were tempted to crack on eye open to see why he was taking so long. “Dante?” you asked, just to see if he’d respond. You noticed a soft rush of air blow past you as something moved into your space, smelling the bite of citrus, and feeling a soft pair of lips press against yours.

Your eyes shot open, seeing nothing but Dante’s closed ones as he kissed you, gently working his mouth against yours. His free hand wove into your hair, tugging a little to angle your head a certain way to get a better seal over your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut once again, raised hands finding purchase on his shoulders, gripping them tightly. You kissed him back eagerly, increasing the pressure and you felt him hum appreciatively against you.

Your hands caressed up to the sides of his neck, ends of his soft locks brushing against your fingers. He nipped at your bottom lip and your mouth opened slightly with a gasp of surprise. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in past your lips, tentatively touching yours. You were sure you were melting, electric shocks firing down your spine with each soft, experimental touch. He tasted like heat, like sin, a pure addiction that you never wanted to kick.

You pressed your body against his, needy for more contact, and you felt his other hand, still holding onto both of your guns, press into your lower back, pulling you close to him. You licked into Dante’s mouth, wanting more of his taste, a small moan escaping from your chest. He moved his hand to the side of your neck, sucking your bottom lip between his two, drawing another lusty noise from you. He chuckled, placing one more gentle peck on your lips before he moved away, fingertips lingering on your neck, little prickles of heat dancing on your skin.  

He grabbed your hand, pressing your laser gun back into your palm. Without saying a word, he backed up a few steps, his eyes never leaving yours, and pointed his gun at your chest, firing right into the bullseye. Red flashes erupted in your peripheral vision as your mouth dropped open, a look of complete indignation spreading over your face. He grinned, super white teeth mocking you.

“You ASSHOLE!” you shouted, stamping your foot  like a toddler. He gave you a tiny salute before turning quickly and disappearing around the corner, fog swirling after him.

The intercom crackled; “Language!”

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[nalax9]

Festive snipe [DantexReader]

Coldest winter this year,strong wind knocking on the window as if telling you,it's christmas today.You have heard a christmas song playing from the jukebox, Dante is home. You walk downstairs, see a silver fir at the entrance is decorated with various orbs and glowing stars,melted snow and water everywhere. “..Urgh..need to mop the floors..” You growl annoyingly and rubbing your sleepy eyes ..wait...he uses orbs as ornaments? Creative! “Dante? You home?” Dante woke from his nap,He stretched, blinking his eyes and greets you. “Morning sunshine,Merry Christmas!” You greets him back with a sleepy voice “Morning love,Merry Christmas.You bought the tree?” “Nope, I cut it on the way home” “You drag it home all the way? Incredible strength!” You clapping your hands “I have demons strength ya know?” He squeezed his biceps to woo you. “I knew and I fucked you.Silly.” Dante whistled. “Oh babe,we didn't have any ornaments for the trees and the shops are still closed,we can’t make our last minute shopping,so I decorate it with orbs.How it looks?” “Beautiful,cheerful,cute,stylish and only one special tree.It’s our tree.” You giggles and pick up a red orbs,pinching on it “It looks like gummy bears.” “Take a chew.” 

Dante reclined to his chair,arms on the back of his head. “They taste good.”

“Huhs..I don’t think so.….and….” You raise your eyebrows looking at Dante “Why are you hugging a wrapped box? Is that a new demons arms or one of them you decide to sell to a pawn shop? You saying goodbye to them?” “Well...”Dante smiled sheepishly,scratching on his chin “A present for you? I guess?” “Thank you.But why do you look suspicious.” You sat on his desk,eye peering on Dante”What are you hiding inside?” “Your favourite?” You look at him with a confused look “What is it? I had a bad hunch.” “I won’t pull a prank,just open it”

You open the box lid,what came into your view is,Dante’s dick wrapped in red lace ribbon and there’s a bow tied nicely on the tips. “What the….pfffffffhahahahhahahahhaha!!!!” “It's not that funny isn't it? You had told me you love it!” “Hahahhaha stop stop stop my stomach is pain..pfffhahahaha” You laughed till your stomach is in pain,shorten breath and rolling on the floor,tears in the corner of your eyes. Dante grunts and stands up,toss the box on the desk,standing tall peering on you. “y/n..please stop laughing.” You lie on the floor,look at him in the side of your eyes,Dante is giving you an aggrieved puppy eyes and he is flustered.

“I’m sorry..Dante..I didn't mean it..but..but..pffff” You clear your throat “Im sorry.Please help me get up.”

You stretch out your hands,Dante grabs it and ties a rope-like object on your wrist.He set up two circles to bind it. ”Dante?” “Don’t break it,there is only one.”

He pulls you into his embrace,chin resting on your shoulder “Do you like it?” You stared at the object,there are three different colored cords tied together with unique knots and beads. “A bracelet?”

“Actually..it's a necklace..people call it choker,you can wear it as bracelet thou.I entrust an artisan I acquaintance at the antique store to braid it and I cast a spell on it.” He pauses “A spell to protect you from hunting by demons.”

You touched,hearts swell with love. You tilted your head to kiss him.“I will always wearing it,thank you..Dante..I love you” He kiss you back,pointing his index finger to his junk and asks “How about this?Do you like it?” You giggles and nod. “Alright then”He laughed and put you on his desk “Time to claim your gift.”

“Not on the desk again,upstair.”You whined “Too far,to the couches”

Dante removed the ribbons that tied on his dick and tied it on both of your ankles,then princess hug you to the couches.

His hand slips under your pajamas,kneading on your breast.Another hand yanking down your shorts and panties.You caress his stubble and tugging his hair,nail scratch on his scalp.He groans and purr in your touch.Dante toss your clothes on the floor and  bend you over the coaches.He shove his finger into your cunt,thrusting and thumbs rubs on your clit.After a while,you are all wet and ready for him.Then he hang your feet on his shoulder,thrusting into you.Not giving you any moment to adjust,he fucking you in a brutal pace.Your fist clenched hard,nails dig into flesh,causing bruised with shape of you nails.Other from that, you can only panting and breathless puffing follows with silent moans.Dante grunts in louds,continually pounding into you brutally his eyes glowing red and his glares send shiver to your spine. “Cum baby..ummff..cum for me..” Dante’s words like a command,your orgasm rush out from the gate,fluids milking his cocks.

“y/n you alright?you are shivering” His thrusting turns slow then stop still,he brings your bruised palm to his lips,kissing. “D..Dante..I'm cold..”The heat between you fades and sweat comes into contact with cold air, making you shiver.Dante retreat from you and hugs you tight,his calloused big hand rubbing on your back,warming you up. “Feeling better?” He kisses your forehead,eyelids,stubble scraping on your cheeks.You nodded,lingering to the warmth of him,reluctant to separate from him. “Now is my turn for my gifts” He smirked,tapping on your tied wrists and ankles. Your look away from him,face burning red.The next second,your visions flip upside down.Dante flung your over his shoulder,storm to the room. “Merry fucking christmas!!!”

He throws you on the mattress,kneel before the bed,untangle the ribbons on your ankles.He buried his face between your legs,sucking on your clit and taste you like his last feast,erotic slurping sounds rang louds in the room.

You feral under his tongue,hips grinding on him.Dante remove his mouth from you,checking on his works,more juice dripping from your cunts.He licked his lips,dipping your juice and apply on his aching cock,gives a few hard strokes to lube it up,his cocks look bigger than before,ready to destroy you.

Dante kissing you and thrusting into you at the same time.Lust eye locks with yours.He untie your wrists,finger intertwined with yours and tangled the knotted cords in palms together.

He starts at a slow pace,bottoming out in every thrust,then he goes faster,faster and faster. Your legs around his waist,heels tucks on his hips.He can tell you are close again. “y/n,cum.” Once again, your walls clenched him tight,toes curls.

Dante reaches his peak too,hissing your name.He twitches and spurts his seed inside you.You both panted and came down from the high,smile at each other.You asks “Again?” Dante chuckles “Later,you need hydrate and eats.”He patted your head and kiss you again. “Rest.I go get you some water,be right back.” You kisses on his knuckles “Don’t take so long,love. “No worries,we had a day long.Love ya”

[queenmuzz]

It’s not like I’m working on three separate fics at the same time, but then out of literally nowhere an idea for a Dante and Vergil High School AU hits me. Guess it’s four fics now.

I know the feeling, I was working on my Spardaverse, only to get distracted and write a one shot, plus I got a totally different AU, and a Dantexreader sequel, and there’s yet another two main AU stories bouncing around in my brain.

And that’s not to mention all the non DMC stories I have in partial states of writing....

[revaroniwrites]

Meat Toboggan, Chapter Two (DantexReader ficlettes)

“Fuck off, Dante.”

He grinned up at you. Cocooned in blankets, the only part of you visible was the top of your head, wild hair sticking out at all angles. It would be adorable, had you not latched yourself to the roof, vines piercing through the ceiling in order to hold yourself up and get further away from Dante’s prying hands.

“Aww. C’mon, Shortstack. You’ve been stuck in the shop for months. Ya gotta’ get out at some point.”

You grumbled something unintelligible before your head poked out from the mound of blankets, glaring daggers down at you house mate.

“Eat shit and die. I’m not leaving, it’s still too dangerous.”

Dante crossed his arms, staring right back up at you. “You’ve gotten better, kid. Haven’t had an episode in what? Six weeks? That’s a hell of a lot better than the shit you pulled when I first found your dumb ass.”

You grunted, remembering how violent and unstable you’d been when Dante first took you under his care. You’d lashed out at every little thing, wrecking his shop and skewering Dante more times than you could count. Almost ate the pizza guy on one occasion as well, and while Dante brushed it off with his usual aloof humour, you’d refused to answer the door ever since. You didn’t even come down from your room anymore, too afraid you’d slip up and hurt someone. 

You didn’t like hurting Dante, or anyone for that matter, even if Dante was Sparda’s offspring and healed as quick as you did, the thought of hurting someone who had spent so much time and effort caring for you, bringing you back down to earth after that shit at the mansion, left a sick feeling in your stomach. He’d been trying to get you out of the house for a few days now, insisting the fastest road to recovery would be getting you out and about. Make some friends, see the sights. Be normal for once.

But you were still scared. Being in the shop was safe, Dante was here to stop you if you lost the plot. But the thought of losing your shit in a public space, with no one around to keep you under control was fucking terrifying.

You shook your head, tugging the blankets tighter around you and using the vines to stretch out into something resembling a hammock. “I’m not leaving, old man. You’ll have to drag me out kicking and screaming.”

“Alright.”

Your eyes shot down to him, narrowing in suspicion. “What?”

He shrugged, lips tugging up into a sly grin. “Alright.”

You only had time to let out a small shriek before Dante launched himself from the ground, tearing your vines to the side and wrapping his arms around you. You tried to struggle out of his grip, but the duvet you’d so helpfully wrapped yourself in kept your arms and legs pinned. He landed on the ground and swung you over his shoulder, locking your legs against his chest and holding on for dear life. Your body tried to morph, expanding and contracting, sharp, jutting bones piercing through the fabric of you blanket as you tried to wrestle out of his grasp.

“Let me go you piece of shit!”

Dante grunted as one of those bones sliced along his forearm, blood seeping through and staining the duvet. The smell of blood hit your nose and in an instant your struggling stopped. Fuck. Fucking fuck. You’d gone so long without hurting him and now you went and sliced open his arm in a stupid, childish attempt at getting away from him. Self-loathing washed over you, regret and guilt making you stiffen over his shoulder. You should be mad at him for man-handling you. But you knew, logically, he was just trying to help. And that made you feel so much worse about hurting him yet again.

Dante seemed to notice your shift in mood, and patted the back of your thigh, stopping just as he reached the bottom of the staircase. “Givin’ up already, huh? Thought this’d be more of a challenge.”

“Let me down.” You muttered, voice resigned.

He did, setting you carefully back on the ground and watching as you unwrapped the blanket from your body, concern passing over his expression.

You let the blanket drop to the floor and then grabbed his unhurt arm, tugging him along to the bathroom without saying a word. You sat him down on the lid of the toilet and started rummaging through his stuff. Eventually pulling out a bottle of disinfectant and a bandage.

Dante pursed his lips at the sight of the items. “You don’t gotta do that, y’know. It’ll heal up in a minute.”

You hummed, eyes focused on your task as you carefully wiped away the blood and examined his wound. It was deep, but luckily it didn’t hit an artery. If it were anyone else you figured they’d need stitches. But some medical tape and a bandage were all the half-demon really needed. Or, well, not needed. Technically it’d heal just fine on it’s own, but you couldn’t help that flicker of concern you had about the wound going untreated.

Dante sat still and said nothing more, like a good little patient. He knew when you were in one of your moods and if he picked up anything from living with you the last few months, it was that the amount of guilt and self-loathing eating you up inside almost rivaled his own. You were petrified of your own strength, punishing yourself for fuck ups as simple as cracking a glass ‘cause you put it down too hard, or tearing one of his shirts when trying to get Dante’s attention. Eventually you’d just straight up stopped touching him after you accidentally snapped his wrist trying to tug him into the kitchen to help cook dinner.

This was the first time in at least two months that you’d voluntarily touched him. You fingers were feather light over his forearm, small apologies falling from your lips whenever you thought you put just a little too much pressure on his wound while wiping it down. Dante wished you’d stop worrying about this so much, but he’d spent years of his life seeing himself as a freak, something to be feared and reviled. He knew how you felt, but it didn’t make it any easier trying to break through that solid wall you’d built up around yourself.

Progress was being made, sure. You just touching him was a step in the right direction. Even if it was to treat a wound you yourself accidentally caused. He hated that you were still so afraid of yourself. He’d hoped a day out would show you that you had nothing to fear from yourself, but that’d gone tits up right quick before you even left the house.

He exhaled through his nose as you finished patching him up, fingers lightly dancing over the edge of the bandage to make sure it was secure. You sat in silence a moment, fingers still idly playing with the bandage and eyes intent on what your hands were doing. Dante opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off, voice soft.

“Sorry.” you muttered, “that was a pretty shit move on my half.”

Dante shrugged, lips twisted up in a grin. “Ain’t no thing. Probably shouldn’t have man-handled ya’. But hey,” he winked down at you, eyes soft but full of mischief. “Guess I just can’t keep my hands off you.”

You resisted the urge to skewer him and instead simply scoffed at his playful banter. “Jackass.” You muttered, pulling your hand from him and standing. Dante stopped you before you could move away, hands gently grabbing one of your own. You looked down at him, startled at the sudden contact.

“Look,” he started, sounding uncharacteristically remorseful. He raised his free hand to rub at the back of his neck, eyes flicking away from you. “I’m sorry. If you don’t wanna’ go out, I’m not gonna’ make you. I just thought…” He huffed out a breath and stood. Though he let go of your hand, you were still standing awfully close together. The tight confines of the bathroom forcing you two into each others personal bubbles.

“I thought it’d be good, y’know? Get you outta’ the house, do something normal for once.” He looked back to you, raising his shoulders in a lopsided shrug. “But if you really think you ain’t ready, it’s no pressure.”

Ahh, and now you were feeling even more guilty. The dude was just trying to cheer you up, to make you feel better. Speed up your recovery and re-integration into society. And you’d thanked him by slicing his arm open and calling him a piece of shit. A fucking fantastic house mate you were.

You grumbled under your breath, eyes flicking away from him and backing up until you felt the cool porcelain of the sink seep through your shirt. You crossed your arms over your chest, eyes staring intently at the little patch of grime stuck in one the tiles.

“Get out.” You sighed.

Dante startled, blinking down at you. “Wha-”

“Get out, jackass.” You grabbed one of the towels from the rack and ushered him out the door to the bathroom. “I’m gonna have a shower, and then we’re gonna’ get the fuck out of this dumpster shop.”

You slammed the door on his shocked face, mouth agape and eyes wide. It only took a second, but as you turned around to start tugging off your clothes, you heard Dante’s distinctive ‘whoop!’ from the other side of the door. You could just imagine him pumping his fist in the air in a sign of victory.

You smiled at the thought.

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I Play the Part So Innocent

So uh, it’s been a while huh guys. Just gonna casually drop this and run, happy 2023!

The desperate, emotional and smutty reunion once Dante gets back from hell.

Dante x Fem!Reader. Reunion Sex. Pining. Longing. Feels. Character Introspection.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44966779

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Y/n: I think for new years, I’m gonna stop being nice. I think I’m gonna go feral, actually. Trish, fixing her makeup while sitting on Dante’s desk: I fully support you. Dante: Just don’t go feral in front of Vergil. He’d probably join you, and I don’t have enough money to to pay for whatever disaster you two would cause.

[caffeinated-artist]

Dante(x)Reader Smut ♡

I've been a resident at the Devil May Cry for several months now. Dante was known for taking jobs that involved the execution of demons. Although Morrison had plenty of paying jobs to offer Dante, It never seemed to help any. He was always in debt. If he wasn't out on a job or out eating Freddy's strawberry sundaes, he was at the Devil May Cry. Stuffing his face full of pizza and lazing around. Patty is also a resident at the Devil May Cry. Her and I are the ones who keep this place as clean as it is. She was always onto Dante about something. Whether it was his debt, his excessive pizza eating habits, or his laziness. It never really seems to bother him. Currently, I am the only one at the Devil May Cry. Patty decided to head out early this morning. She didn't say where she would be going exactly, but I didn't bother to ask either. Dante left with Morrison only a few minutes after. So here I am, cleaning up after Dante. He always leaves pizza boxes and strawberry sundae cups laying around. You would think that he had enough common decency to throw his own trash away, but apparently not. He pretty much treats Patty and I like his personal maids. I should start forcing him to clean his own mess. I think to myself. However, no matter how lazy the half-demon is, I can't deny that I've taken a liking to him. He is attractive. His broad shoulders, his muscular physic, his gorgeous two-toned hair, in some cases it would look white and in other cases it looks as though it is silver. His gorgeous square-like face, with a beautiful chiseled jawline. Just the thought of him is enough to heat up my entire body. After I finish with the light cleaning, I make my way upstairs, debating whether I should relax or have a quick shower. After making a swift decision, I turn on the water, hopping into the shower quickly. • ° • ° • Once I am finished, I grab my towel from the rack, wrapping my naked body tightly, being sure the towel does not slip off. Entering my room, I decide to leave a tiny crack between the door, taking comfort face-down on my own bed. Sighing, I turn over and slowly close my eyes. I knew no one would be home anytime soon. The only person on my mind is Dante. There are times when he walks downstairs in just his pants, while towel drying his hair after a shower. The thought of it causes a knot to form in the pit of my stomach. Unable to control myself, I take the liberty of sliding my hand down my body, stopping just at my core. "Mm~." I moan softly, as I begin to tease my clit lightly. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't fantasizing about Dante caressing me. Just the mere thought of him, gets my juices flowing. As I continue to massage and tease my clit, my breath becomes slightly ragged. Thinking about Dante's slender fingers touching me, sends a sudden electric current through my body. "Ahh~.. Dante~." I can't help but to spread my legs. "Ahh~. Don't lick me there~." I cooed, picking up the pace with my fingers. "Mm~.. Ahh~. If you do it that fast, I'll--!" Unable to finish my sentence, I orgasm quickly. "DANTE~!" I cry out in pleasure, as my legs spasm slightly from the sensation that washes over me. My high fades and I remove my fingers slowly, letting out a hard sigh. Hearing the floor creak suddenly, I sit up quickly. My heart pounding in my chest, I could feel myself beginning to sweat. "______." I hear Dante call out to me from the other side of the door. Shit! "Y-yes?" I answer. "I need to talk to you." "J-just a minute!" I shout, jumping up from my bed. Dashing toward my dresser, I begin frantically looking for undergarments and clothes. As I am freaking out, Dante takes the liberty upon himself to waltz inside my room, shutting the door quietly behind him. "I'm sorry! I'll only be a minute!" I yell. Suddenly, I feel a pair of arms behind me, wrap tightly around my waist. "Too late." He whispers huskily into my ear, sending a sudden chill down my spine. "D-dante." I stutter, "I said I would only be a minute.." "I can tell you what I need to, right here. Can't I?" He says. Feeling his breath on my skin, I could feel heat rising within me. Even though I've already masturbated, I'm horny again. "Wh-what is it?" "I want, to hear you scream my name." "I can't-I can't do that." "Why not? You were doing it a few minutes ago." He states, pressing his lips against the nape of my neck, I let out a small whimper. Being in his arms, left me frozen. I wanted to run away, out of embarrassment. I knew he heard me! Before I am able to protest, he pushes my head to the side gently, revealing the most sensitive part of my neck. I knew instantly what had been coming next. As he bit down a bit roughly, I moan loudly. "Ahh~!" It's as if my moans were like music to his ears, as he took this as a sign to continue. After a few seconds of sucking on my delicious sweet spot, I feel myself being lifted, and thrown onto the bed. "Ah!" My gaze met with his and I could see the lust in his eyes. "Dante, I--" I try to speak, but I'm quickly interuppted by his lips crashing into my own. "Mm~." I hum. His lips soft, his tongue hot. I was beginning to lose myself. The pleasure in which is coursing through my entire being, left my body limp. Separating his lips from mine, I whine softly in disappointment. "Don't worry. This is only the beginning." Hearing this, I feel the excitement flowing through my veins. I would finally have Dante for myself. Leaning in, his claims my lips as his own. Unwrapping my towel, a sudden breeze ran over my body, causing me to shiver. However, the chill lasted only for a moment. As Dante glides his hand over the curves of my body, I hum, approvingly. Suddenly, he reaches my right breast, massaging and caressing it gently. Our kisses became passionate and heavy. His body against mine, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, and his hand caressing me ever so gently is enough to send me into another orgasmic wave. Pressing and pinching my nipple roughly, I moan into his mouth. The deviant smirk on his face was enough to let me know he had been enjoying himself. Sliding down, he takes my left nipple into his mouth, the moist warmth was enough for me to cry out, as he continues teasing the opposite breast. Switching, he takes my right nipple into his mouth, while pressing and pinching the left with his fingers. I was beginning to feel impatient, I could feel my juices flowing out of me, like a constant stream. I wanted him inside of me. Any part of him. His fingers, his tongue, his cock. It didn't matter. As if he had read my mind, I feel him sliding his hand down the rest of my curves, as he makes his way to my sex. Teasing my clit ever so gently, moan after moan escapes from between my lips. "Ahh~! Ah~! More~!" I could feel his smirk against my breast and before I knew it, he slides a finger inside of me. "Yes~!" I was close to begging, before he slid another finger inside. "AHH~!" I cry out in pleasure as he continues to hit the right spot over and over again. "Dante, I'm gonna cum! Ahh~!" Hearing this, made him quicken his pace, causing the same knot to form in the pit of my stomach, I feel myself coming to a quick high. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming~!" I scream to the top of my lungs, as my body spasms, and I ride out my orgasm with his fingers. Breathing heavily, my body falls limp from the intense orgasm I have just experienced. With my eyes closed, the only thing I feel is the bed moving, and the sounds of things brushing up against one another. Suddenly, I hear the sound of a belt jingling and my eyes shoot open. "Dante?" "I'm not finished with you yet." He smirks, dropping his pants to the floor. With his boxers still on, I could still make out his harden member. Holy shit.. I think to myself. As if the length wasn't a decent size already, his girth shocked me as well. Although I am not a virgin, I've never taken anything that big. Needless to say, I am scared. As he leans into me, he releases his throbbing member, and I quickly try to protest. "Dante, I don't think I--. Ahh!" The pain is unbearable. No warnings, no teasing. He just shoves his cock inside of me, roughly. "Take it out! Take it out!" I yell, attempting to push him away. "No.", is the only thing he says. As he lies still for a few moments. The pain eases off. Just before he decides to move, he slides his arm underneath me, causing me to arch my back slightly. He starts off, pumping in and out of me slowly, carefully, as If I were a delicate piece of jewelry. He was more than I could take, but even so, after a couple of minutes of slow movements, I beg for more. "Faster." I cooed, rocking my hips into him. This was exactly what he wanted to hear, as he picks up speed. Pressing his lips firmly against mine, the heat from our bodies begin to mix, with each thrust, we moan into each other's mouth. Being sensitive from my last two orgasms, I could tell it wouldn't take long for me to reach the next one. "Ahh~!" "Say my name." Dante demands, as each thrust becomes deeper. "I-I can't." The way his cock caresses my deepest regions, gave a new meaning to the word ecstasy. "Say it." The huskiness in his voice encourages me and I say his name without a second thought. "Dante~." "Again." "Dante~." I couldn't tell if I was more embarrassed by saying his name, or at the fact of knowing he had been looking at me. Either way It turned me on. "Again." "Dante~!" After demanding me once more, he then removes his member from deep within me, quickly and forcefully turning me over on my belly. Placing his hands on my hips, he pulls my ass in the air, causing me to hold myself up on all fours. Just as I call out to him, he inserts himself inside of me in a rough manner. "AHHH~!" With Pain and pleasure mixing together, I scream. Doing it this way gave him the advantage, allowing him to push in as deep as he wants to. "Ah! Ah!" With each thrust, came an unexplainable amount of pleasure, not only is his cock caressing the deepest parts of me, but he is hitting my favorite spot. "OH GOD~!" Unable to support the upper half of my body, I fall limp. "_______." He moans. God, how I love to hear him moan. As he continues hitting the most sensitive areas inside of me, my stomach begins to tighten, and I f

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Meat Toboggan, Chapter One. (DantexReader Fic)

Old, wrought iron gates scraped against gravel as Dante pushed them open, stepping into the grand courtyard of the mansion. As far as haunted housed went, he thought this one was pretty much the spitting image of what would come to mind. It was pretty similar to other big, ostentatious manor houses he’d been to before, always for work. Though the gardens were overgrown by now, vines breaking from their allocated beds to twist and twine up the building, a few having been ballsy and strong enough to shatter a window on the lower floor, creeping into the house.

Stone shifted beneath his booted feet as he ambled up to the large double doors, pillars standing sentry either side of the rotting wood and the comforting weight of Rebellion sitting heavily at his back. His heart gave a little tug at seeing what’s become of this old home. He’d visited a couple times before, five years ago, when his skills were requested by the man of the house. A middle aged man with greying, salt and pepper hair, a chip on his shoulder and eyes glinting with what Dante recognised as the beginning stages of madness.

He needed someone to act as a bodyguard while he summoned demons.

A dangerous request, to be sure. One Dante wasn’t exactly comfortable with and, honestly, he likely would have put the old man down had it not been for her. A young woman, only eighteen years old with bright eyes and a sharp wit. His daughter, the old man had claimed, though they looked nothing alike. Where his eyes were dark and sunken, sleepless nights leaving heavy bags in their wake, her eyes were bright, crystal clear though some unnamed sadness crept into her expression every time she looked to her father. There was love there, though. And that was what stayed his blade.

The old man had insisted she be present for each of the summonings, though she never did anything but watch and comment ‘no’ at each subsequent demon that was brought through. Dante and her got talking one day, and she mentioned her father feared for her safety. The demon was to be hers to summon at will and protect her, but there was an underlying fear in her eyes that hinted that she didn’t exactly believe that was to be the demons only purpose. He’d asked if she wanted help, ‘I’ve got a place you can stay if it ain’t safe for you here. If you’re scared.”

She just laughed, “my old man’s the only family I’ve got left, Dante.” She’d said. “I’m more scared for him than I am of him.”

And that was that. She’d clammed up about the subject from then on. But she’d accepted his card once the job was over and her pop sent him on his way, and agreed to call should shit hit the fan. That was five years ago now, and Dante hadn’t heard a peep from her since. He’d damn near forgotten all about it until he got a call from a new client, saying the old manor house was haunted. Anyone who went in didn’t come out and there were reports of hearing a woman singing most nights.

The information he’d got from the client was spotty at best. Apparently the father was murdered and the daughter went missing, since then anyone who wandered the property was attacked by some beast. There’d been a few ‘sightings’, but they all sounded bonkers. One claimed the beast was some sort of large, black as pitch dog with eyes the colour of rubies. Another witness said it was a woman, with a grotesque elongated limb in the shape of a greatsword, vine-like musculature wrapping around her left side and flesh that writhed in the moonlight.

Every witness seemed to have a different description and Dante was sick of it after the fourth. The only thing that seemed the same throughout all stories, was the colour scheme. Black and red. That was it. A fucking colour scheme. Dante was certain it was a demon. Probably the old man’s pet project went wrong. But he couldn’t pin down the breed with so many varying descriptions. A shape changer, maybe. Or more than one. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel worry tug at his chest at the thought of things going tits up over here. But they said the daughter dissapeared. Maybe she’d gotten out.

He hoped she did.

He shook himself from his thoughts as the doors were shouldered open, one hand reaching back to finger Rebellion’s blade. Dust kicked up under his feet, years of neglect showing through in the rotted floorboards and cracked windows. Dante sidestepped a corpse, it’s throat torn clean open and left to rot. The smell of it had him raising a hand to cover his face, heightened senses slammed with the stench of rotten meat.

“This really what you live in?” He called out, voice taunting. Silence answered him as he made his way through the house, pausing at each door with Ebony in his grip as he checked the rooms for any signs of demonic activity.

Lower floor checked, Dante made his way to the stairs, senses on high alert. He couldn’t hear a damn thing other than the sounds of his own making. Even the expected chirping of birds was creepily absent. He kept up his taunting as he moved up the stairs towards the second floor, steps creaking beneath his weight.

“Might wanna’ get a cleaner in here sometime. Smells like shit.”

Again, no reaction from the mansions demonic occupant. He felt a little uneasy in the silence of the house, so different to how it was the last time he was here. There was always music playing, always. Either of the daughters making or from the speakers hidden throughout the house. She’d loved music. Refused to leave her headphones behind even if she was just going for a short walk in the garden. He’d thought it was a little weird, but didn’t question it.

He pushed open another door, Ebony’s barrel peeking in before Dante’s mop of white hair followed shortly after. A large double bed sat in the middle of the room, a door to the side that he figured led to an en-suite. The master bedroom, he guessed. He stepped carefully around the room towards a set of draws at the side of the bed, intending to snoop a little. Maybe the old man left something that’d give Dante a hint as to what he was up to. He was pretty clammed up about the job Dante had done for him all those years ago, so he couldn’t rely on what little he remembered to figure out exactly what the fuck happened here.

His attention was sidetracked at the sight of a picture frame sitting face down on the side table. He scooped it up, thumb brushing away the layers of dust that coated the glass. The old man’s eyes peered up at him, a small smile on his face. His daughter was there, too. Looking maybe ten or so years old in a pretty little yellow sun dress with her hand in the grip of an older woman. Dante would put money on the fact that woman was the little girls mom. They looked so similar to how he remembered her teen self looking. The same bright eyes and mischievous smile, lips tugging a little higher on the left in a lopsided smirk.

He’d never heard anything about the man having a wife, she certainly wasn’t around the last time Dante visited. Though he supposed someone had to pop that little girl out. He carefully put the picture frame back where he found it and turned to dig through the draws.

Sheets and sheets of loose papers fluttered to the floor as Dante tugged everything out, giving it all a cursory look before discarding it. Bits and pieces of demonology, some photocopied pages with handwritten notes in the margins. A book on summoning that had a couple pages ripped out, and a brief scan of the index showed those torn out pages would have belonged in the sections on ‘Binding’ and ‘Possession’.

All in all, not a great sign. Dante was starting to suspect the old man intended something a little more than just getting his daughter a fancy guard dog.

Guilt crept up on him at that thought. The daughter had mentioned the demon was to protect her, but even he knew that wasn’t all there was to it. But he was too damn soft. Saw the way she looked at her father with love and care, concern, and ignored his better judgement in favor of not murdering the only family she had left. Of keeping her happy.

Fucking idiot, he was. Now where was she? Dissapeared, apparently. But he figured it was more likely she’d been possessed or killed. Body probably didn’t turn up ‘cause there was no damn body left.

If the old man wasn’t already dead, Dante would have killed him himself.

His fingers met leather during his rummaging and he pulled out what looked like a beaten up journal, the old man’s name embossed on the front.

“Thank fuck,” Dante muttered. Finally a real lead.

He flicked through the pages, headed straight for the latest entry and scanned over the hastily scrawled writing.

“My experiments were a success. The demon took to it’s host well, with nary a complaint. She is bound in the catacombs beneath the manor as I write this. My daughter put up more of a fuss than the demon, and I loathe to admit that I had a difficult time subduing her. But she is healthy and whole, better than she was. It was disappointing to see her struggle. Can’t she understand that all I have done up until this point was for her well being? Her mother perished before her time, and I am doing all I can to keep my last remaining family member alive. But she does not see this. ‘Heartless’ she called me. Can you believe it? My own flesh and blood, so disrespectful to the father that gave her everything.

Regardless, it matters little now. The procedure is complete, and once she awakens she will see I have taken the best course of action, and she will thank me.”

“Aww shit.”

Dante’s hand came to run over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. That fucker didn’t bind the demon to her as a summon. He merged them. The old man found a way to merge Demon and Human without killing the human part. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t irrevocably damaged though.

This was… this was a whole lot more fucked that Dante expected it to be. He’d thought it’d be a simple extermination, but the more he learned, the more unsettled he became. If this dude figured out how to merge human and demon in some sort of weird attempt to create an artificial hybrid, then what the fuck else could people do? And that didn’t even begin to cover what the fuck happened to his little ‘experiment’. The daughter was lost, that was a harsh reality Dante had to admit to himself. Because even if the demon that got shoved into her body didn’t completely destroy any humanity she had left, then she would still be a completely different person.

A low growl emanated from his throat as he stood and tucked the journal into his coat. It didn’t fucking matter what happened to the girl now. She was dead, and there was a demon on the loose. Or a… a half breed. Whatever. Considering the amount of carnage in the lobby, Dante doubted the creature could be subdued or reasoned with, regardless of that niggling hope that some semblance of humanity remained in you. His first course of action was to take care of the demon thing, then burn this place to the ground. ‘Cause there was no way in hell he’d let anyone find that old man’s research and try to recreate whatever sick shit went on here.

Ebony was tucked back into her holster and Rebellion unsheathed from his back. That creature hadn’t made an appearance yet, and Dante was sick of waiting. His anger and disgust bubbled to the surface as he left the main bedchamber, footsteps no longer light and voice no longer teasing.

“Come on out, ugly!” He called, the tip of Rebellions blade screeching as he ran it over the floorboards. His muscles tensed and he raised the blade to smash into what was once a lovely portrait of father and daughter, glass raining down around him. “Come out and fucking fight me!”

Movement from outside of the window caught his eye. The quick dart of a shadow outlined by moonlight. He wasted no time in smashing through the glass, boots crunching on grass and dead leaves as he vaulted over the windowsill to land in the gardens outside. Before he could scan his surroundings, a blur of black and red collided with him, sparks spitting off the blade of Rebellion as he raised it just in time to parry the hit. The force of the blow sent him skidding back though the dirt. He dived out of the way of another attack, repositioning so his back wasn’t against the wall.

The moon was shit lighting to see by, but heightened senses made it easier for him to pick out the grotesque form in front of him. Barely humanoid in shape, with branching musculature in the shape of vines curling around your left side in the shape of a gnarly looking sword, bones protruding from the edges like teeth. Your face was split horizontally in two, jaw gaping open and massive fangs breaking through the flesh of your cheeks, eyes the colour of rubies and skin blackened and warped, writhing in the moonlight as if there were thousands of worms wriggling just beneath the surface.

Quite frankly, it was a little gross.

But Dante didn’t have much time to ruminate about the finer points of your form, as one of those wiggling worms under your skin burst through, the tip morphing into a hardened edge as it came straight at him.

His blade came up, intending to slice it apart, but the vine latched onto his blade instead. More came after the first, all bursting from your blackened skin to coil around his blade and tug him closer faster than the human eye could see.

But it was a good thing Dante wasn’t human.

As your vines tugged him closer, he let go of the Rebellion, whipping out Ebony and Ivory and firing into your chest. Your vines retracted, thrashing around furiously as blood dribbled from the wound. Though it closed as quick as it was made, flesh mending back together in an instant. Rebellion clattered to the ground as you rushed him, an inhuman screech tearing itself from your throat as you raised your left arm, blade glinting in the light and swiped at him. He dodged out of the way, firing two more shots and hitting dead center.

You screamed, more anger than pain, your bottom jaw splitting in half vertically and teeth pushing their way through your gums.

Dante grinned. “Not so quiet now, huh?”

Your only reaction was to rush him again, this time though, your vines dug their way into the ground as well. They burst from beneath his feet, wrapping around his leather clad calves. Your blade came down on him again, and sparks flew as he raised ebony and ivory to block the hit, grunting at the strength of your attack. Your eyes met his as you bore down on him and Dante swore he saw recognition flash in your eyes. You hesitated for a split second, attack waning.

But a split second was all Dante needed.

He angled his guns, firing off two more shots straight into your face. A chunk of flesh tore off your jaw and you retreated, another screech tearing from your throat. Your vines retracted from around his calves and Dante jumped back, out of the way of your wild swing. He scooped up Rebellion and on the battle went. You traded blows for what felt like an hour, both of you an even match for the other. Though where Dante’s attacks were calculated and sure. Yours were wild and untamed, underlined with a hesitation that wasn’t there at the beginning. Almost as if there were a part of yourself furiously trying to hold your body back.

Dante hated himself for it, but he hoped his hunch was right. He hoped there was something human left in you, some part of that young woman he wished he could have protected.

During his badly timed rumination, Dante had neglected to notice the patch of mud beneath his booted foot. His eyes widened as you bore down on him. His foot slipped, sending him stumbling into the side of the building behind him. A cry left his lips as one of your vines pierced his shoulder pinning him to the wall. Another raised, pointed tip flashing dangerously before speeding towards his eye.

He tried to raise his arms to block, but your vines had engulfed them, pinning them to his body. So he did the only thing he could, closing his eyes and bracing himself for a world of hurt.

But the pain never came.

He waited. Two seconds, three. Before cautiously opening his eyes. One of your vines was still buried in his shoulder, your face a mere inches from his. But that vine that was speeding towards his face had stopped, frozen mid air a hairsbreadth away from piercing his right eye and puncturing straight through his brain. His eyes flicked to your face, segmented jaw looking like it was trying its damnedest to stitch itself back together and… and tears, streaking down your face.

“Please.”

Dante blinked at the sound of your voice, warped and scratchy as it was. It sounded strained. So much pain hiding behind that one word. Practically begging him with your eyes that had softened, through signs of strain made their appearance everywhere else on your face.

“Please run.”

And just like that your vines retracted, leaving his body. He grunted at the feeling of one nicking his collar bone on the way out but before he could say a word, you’d morphed your body once again into what looked like a large breed of dog and high tailed it out of his sight, into the pitch black of the gardens.

Dante’s eyes followed you as you retreated, slumping down on the wall and clutching his shoulder. He knew it would heal in a jiffy, but that didn’t stop the pain from being nuisance now. His free hand groped around in the mud for Ivory, dropped from his hand when he slipped and he slid her back into her holster along side Ebony.

Well, he thought, that was a fucking riot.

There was some humanity left in you after all. If that flash of recognition earlier didn’t hammer it home, your hasty retreat and pleading words sure as hell did. You’d asked him to run, probably some part of you afraid to hurt or kill him. He didn’t know for certain why you didn’t leave those other poor sods in the entry way alone, but he had a hunch they weren’t anyone you knew. Maybe seeing a familiar face was what brought you out of your bloodthirsty reverie?

Regardless, there was still something in you that could be reasoned with. Dante knew it was stupid, idiotic of him to feel that small swell of relief in his chest that he might not have to kill you after all. But he’d failed to protect that young woman once, and even though you weren’t really her, but an amalgamation of her humanity and a demon, he still felt the pull to protect you. To fix his fuck up from years before.

So, he wasn’t gonna’ run. In fact, as soon as this little hole in his arm healed, he was gonna go right on out to look for you. And he’d fucking try his hardest to make you see reason. Or at least try not to get shanked again.

[onestepbackwards]

Dante: So, I’m thinking of buying this record player- Vergil, cutting him off as he pours a cup of coffee: If you play it at 3 am like you have that jukebox that past 4 nights, you won’t have one for very long. Y/n, sipping from their own cup while looking between the two: I’m with him on this one.

[onestepbackwards]

Dante, entering the shop: Hey babe! I brought us some pizza! Y/n, obviously sleep deprived, walking up to him and squishing his face between their hands: I would die for you. Dante, whose face is still being squished in their hands: Please don’t.

[onestepbackwards]

Dante: ...I’m beginning to think you may be upset with me.

Y/n, covered in demon dust from a relic Dante left in the cleaning closet: Gee, what gives you that idea?

[onestepbackwards]

Y/n walks into the shop, covered in soot and ash: Yo. Dante, looking up from his magazine: ....What the hell happened to you? Y/n, staring dead into his eyes: Do you really wanna know? Dante, pausing a moment before going back to his magazine: Nope. Leave me out of it.