#dmc3!Dante x reader

[actuallysaiyan]

hihi its me!!! i was wondering if i could request a small comfort blurb with 3 dante? im going thru some tough times and my silly little dude always helps me feel better, thank u so so much 💕💕 ily

warnings: mentions of sadness, fluff, comfort, mentions of nudity word count: 0.8k pairings: DMC3!Dante x Reader(Not really specific to any gender here) summary: you think you can hide your emotions from your silly little guy, but he's a lot more in tune with your feelings than you could ever know.

You think you’re being as subtle as you can by hiding your emotions, but Dante knows when you’re not feeling well. He can tell when you’re trying to hide your emotions. Despite you having a decent poker face about it right now, Dante has become quite the pro at telling whenever you’re not feeling quite yourself. Your shoulders are a bit more slumped, your smile isn’t nearly as bright as he’s seen it before, and you answer questions with fewer words than usual. He’s not exactly sure how to approach this situation every time, but he knows he wants to comfort you.

You sit on his desk, chin resting on your hands as you watch Dante do some paperwork. It’s a quiet afternoon, but something has been troubling you. Dante tries his best to focus on his work, but his heart clenches anytime you frown or you sigh softly. He’s doing all he can to think of the right words to say to you. He finishes up the final piece of paperwork and then he looks up at you.

“Piece of pizza for your thoughts,” he says, a grin on his face.

You shrug, “I’m okay.”

It’s a lie and he knows it. You’re not okay. It hurts Dante to see you like this. He wants to see you smiling and hear your beautiful laughter more than anything else right now. He knows it’s not always possible for you to be happy every second of every day, but he’d take all your sadness away if he could. He prides himself in being a good boyfriend who can always offer a shoulder to cry on.

Dante reaches up to cup your chin, and his soft touches make you shudder. You’re more close to tears than you’d like to admit, and Dante can sense it. He gets up from his seat and he instantly wraps his arms around you. You are trembling in his arms and the tears begin flowing down your cheeks.

“Shhh…it’s okay, baby.” He kisses the top of your head.

For a few moments, Dante holds you in his arms and rubs your back soothingly. He hums a lullaby that Eva used to sing to him as a child. Everything about this moment is slowly calming you, making you be able to come to terms with what was ailing you in the first place. For a goofy guy who usually tries not to take too many things seriously, Dante is very good at navigating moments like these with you.

You sniffle as the tears stop, and Dante cups your chin once more so he can plant a kiss to your lips. Then gently he wipes away your tears and he hugs you so close to his chest. You can hear his heartbeat, which always comforts you. 

“You know I’m always here for you, right?” Dante asks.

You nod your head, “I know I just—”

Dante interrupts, “Just nothing. I don’t care what time of day it is or what else is going on. I’m always here for you.”

Your heart skips a beat. He’s being so serious right now. He holds you close for a few more moments, then he begins to run his fingers through your hair. It takes a few more minutes before you begin talking to Dante about what was making you sad. He listens attentively, not passing any judgment. He keeps his attention on you until you start feeling better from talking about what has been on your mind for days.

“No matter what happens,” Dante says with a little smirk. “You’ll always be my baby.”

Dante scoops you up in his arms, and you rest your head on his chest as he brings you upstairs to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter as he begins running the hot water for the bath. He even pulls out the special bath salts he bought specifically for you. You watch in awe as this sweet man does all he can to make sure you’re feeling even just the slightest bit better. Once the bath is done, he comes over to you. His large hands are so gentle as he undresses you. With every new bit of skin exposed to him, Dante presses soft featherlight kisses to those sensitive areas.

You feel worn down, but you know you’re in good hands. He helps you into the tub once you’re undressed and he begins washing you. He takes extra time with you, massaging your sore muscles whenever he can take the time to soothe you. He kisses you as many times as you need him to. And when you’re all clean, he pulls you out and begins the task of drying you off. His calloused hands feel good as they rub lotion into your soft skin.

Then you’re whisked into the bedroom where Dante cocoons you in his arms under the covers. The room is dark and cool, the perfect setting for a nap. He kisses the top of your head as you rest against him.

“I love you so much, and I’ll never stop loving you.”

[cupidscrule]

Why can't he kill my dad :(

[skyeconch]

Y/N : I’ve never met anyone like you

Dante : awww ur too kind

Y/N : like genuinely

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

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

[ariseur]

'Ello luv, it's been a while since I saw someone writing for DMC ugh, miss when dmc(5) was trending... What a good time!

I don't know if your requests are open or not, but catch up with me!! Our pretty girls and boys with a vampire!reader! Or or— A WITCH! BOTH

Like, you choose if it's a bunch of headcanons, blurbs, a full one shot with a character or not, I just really want to see it!

Well, obviously if you can do it honey, if you can't it's fine <3

dmc crew dating a vampire 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

devil may cry x reader

┊ ˚➶ notes ｡˚ 🎼

this was actually my first request on this blog!! i don’t know why i put it off for so long bc it’s literally so cool?? i ended up just doing a vampire instead of witch/vampire witch so i hope you guys enjoy considering my phone crashed trying to copy n paste this from my notes to tumblr 💋

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

blood (but in the vampire way ykyk), fangs and mentions of sharp teeth, intended lowercase, kinda spoilers for dmc5 in v’s,

. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ you are literally so hot in DANTE’s eyes, you could honestly do no wrong.

❥ i think you guys already know what i’m gonna say..

❥ if you feed on blood or need it for some sort of sustenance, dante will gladly volunteer. he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever.

❥ although, i’m not sure if vampires much like demon blood..

❥ eh, oh well. dante will still think it’s attractive, especially if you have fangs or some sort of sharper canines.

❥ only downside to being a vampire and dating dante is that you’ll occasionally hear a super bad transylvanian accent. like.. really bad.

❥ but!! if you’re also a demon hunter like him— and you have some cool freaky powers like draining blood or energy from empusas or really just any ability that’s useful, it’s heart eyes all around from him.

❥ you could be covered in blood or feasting on something and then you’ll spot dante in the corner wielding devil sword dante after defeating like seventy fuckin other demons and he’s just.. mesmerized.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ VERGIL’s much more curious about your species. do you have any weaknesses? are the fictionalized versions of your kind portrayed accurately? what are you exactly?

❥ luckily he’s a lot more quiet about his curiosity compared to, maybe— nico. his staring is intimidating, though. when he sits with you or near you, he’ll usually just study you. maybe it looks like he’s judging but he’s really just analyzing your appearance. especially if you have any distinctive features.

❥ if you have that dark ruddy aesthetic, he’ll likely admire from afar even if red isn’t exactly his favorite color.

❥ if you really needed it, he’d let you feed off of him although it’s definitely not his first choice. he’s not really a fan of being bitten, especially if you need to bite his neck or something like that.

❥ probably finds some esoteric artistic poem or painting with an underlying meaning of having to do with vampires and thinks of you every time he looks at it.

❥ his gothic poetic side is showing

❥ ugh i just wanna kiss his scowl so bad but i also wanna punch him.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ERO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ nero literally thinks it’s so cool.

❥ he might be a little wary once he first meets you? like are you gonna tackle him rn and sacrifice him with your own lil blood ritual?

❥ but once he finds out you’re docile or that you pick and choose on whom you feed on, he’s like, “oh okay that’s cool”

❥ probably like dante where the only version he knows of vampires are the hollywood adaptations of them. so like.. he’s confused if you can go into sunlight? or you can eat certain foods? or if you can go near churches??

❥ he, too, thinks you’re super hot. however!! very iffy about you drinking blood or feeding in front of him. not like it grosses him out but it’s kinda.. weird to watch for him?? idk.

❥ another thing is that he doesn’t want you biting him at all. he’s like vergil where he’ll be baffled if you even ask, except he’s super hesitant to offer himself unless you’re super injured and in dire need of it.

❥ just step on him to shut him up atp

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥 — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ V’s goth ass won’t shut up about how divine your species is and how fascinating he finds you.

❥ curious on your feeding habits and what you essentially need to survive, tries to find any and every book that he can about vampires so he can learn about you even more.

❥ he’s like those people who romanticize the 1800s or the salem witch trials or greece or ethel cain or lana del rey while kicking their feet and posting about it. he will find a way to make the situation poetic, trust me.

❥ finds it amusing if you’re annoyed by griffon’s teasing and threaten to eat him first if you were to ever go rogue, you might even be able to get a close mouthed chuckle out of v.

❥ utterly fascinated by just your very being, even if it’s just mundane traits. especially loves to see your fangs, dunno why but they’re just aesthetically pleasing to him.

❥ considering he’s kinda like a deteriorating human that’s basically turning into a husk, i wouldn’t recommend feeding on him unless you plan to kill him—which who would wanna murder our emo bae right here? (capcom)

❥ the type of person to roll his eyes at false folklore and representation because he’s literally in love with an actual vampire?? how dare they portray you like this??

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓛ADY — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ LADY also finds you super hot!!

❥ also interested because she’s probably never seen a vampire outside of media— so it’s a nice change of pace rather than being face to face with demons all day.

❥ despite all this, after the initial introduction, i’m not sure she’d care too hard? like— sure, you’re considered a supernatural being and all that.

❥ and although she thinks it’s super dope, i feel like it wouldn’t matter as much to her. she’s seen and done a lot of things at such a young age, i feel as though she’s almost desensitized?

❥ she’s so badass she can’t even care. she’s literally respected by dante, whom is titled ‘the legendary devil hunter’. (dmc5 did her dirty with her lack of part in the storyline 💔)

❥ she’ll respect any of your needs, and ngl also thinks you biting into her neck is hot.

❥ kinda surprised that you’re able to go out into sunlight even if she’ll never tell you that 😭

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓣RISH — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ another one who doesn’t care that much. it’s not like TRISH is dismissive of your species and where you come from, but she’s literally a full on demon who’s probably seen everything.

❥ you guys r so hot though, like the ultimate power couple.

❥ oh, and if you’re a devil hunter, too? you guys r gonna kick sm ass together. she’ll invite you to roll around with her for a while rather than with dante, although if you’re associated with devil may cry then that’s fine too. she’ll put up with dante’s ass just to visit you more often.

❥ i don’t recommend feeding off of trish?

❥ idk how vampires take to drinking demon blood

❥ but shit, if you have that red aesthetic and are just a total femme fatale (or other gender equivalent to that), trish is in charge of your outfits now.

❥ don’t even fight it, you will end up in the outfit regardless.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ICO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ oh boy

❥ if you’re lucky enough to survive the first meeting with NICO and you end up actually being in a relationship? you are def a trooper.

❥ when you’re first introduced, she bombards you with questions.

❥ where did you come from? do you have powers? are you like a demon and are there more of you? if so, can she harvest parts for a new bio-weapon? do vampires reproduce the same as humans? are you gonna suck her blood??

❥ she’s just a curious lady cut my girl some slack

❥ she thinks you’re so cool though!! wants you to tell her everything you know about vampires so she can log it. even if you’ve been in a long term relationship, she still can’t help but ask more questions.

❥ but!! as cool and hot as she thinks you are— like nero, she does not wanna see you feed and does not wanna be fed on!! (except.. maybe just one time to see how it feels.)

❥ ugh she just loves you sm please indulge her

[shiraishi-mitsuki]

Good night💤

Dante is waiting for you in bed. :P

[icycoldninja]

Cuddling with Dante (DMC 3) headcanons would be so cute

Aww yiss! Here ya go, enjoy the hell out of it! (I sure did)

Cuddling headcannons (DMC3! Dante x Reader)

-Likes being the little spoon; Dante is a sweet lil softie who just wants to be cuddled and snuggled.

-Doesn't mind being the big spoon if you want him to be, but he still prefers being cuddled rather than the person doing the cuddling.

-If currently being the little spoon, he will bury his face in your chest or shoulder, wrap his legs and arms around you, and just cling to you like a koala. If you want to get up, woe is you--he ain't moving for anyone or anything.

-If being the big spoon, he will wrap his legs around your back and his arms round your shoulders. Then he'll just lie there until he falls asleep.

-Never ever try to free yourself from Dante's cuddling clutches. It is an impossible feat; attempting to do so will only cause the cuddle monster to tighten his grip and whine until you cease your futile resistance.

-Very, very warm, almost like a mini heater. When you snuggle with Dante, there isn't a need for blankets.

-Sometimes puts on a movie or a show or something for you guys to watch while lying together; it's relaxing and is the perfect pre-bedtime cool down.

-Loves to play with your hair and loves it even more if you play with his.

-Will braid/brush your hair if you ask him to. He's also surprisingly good at it. Probably picked it up from Eva

-Also owns a pair of pizza themed pajamas that are very fuzzy and look super cute on him. He will definitely get you a pair if you want to match.

-At night, when he's asleep, he gravitated toward you. If you aren't already in each other's arms, he will scoot over to you until you are. More often than not, he ends up rolling on top of you, squashing you with his weight.

-But it's alright, Dante's not that heavy, and if squishing you makes him happy, then so be it. Besides, it's not like you'll feel the loss of circulation--you'll be asleep!

[itsaleiah]

Romancing Mr. Half-Devil

Summary:

Perhaps Vergil Sparda is much more human than he thought. After all, how could he care so deeply for Alessa Vera, a mere human? How could he risk everything and search for power just to ensure her safety? Was it because of their history together? Was it because they were childhood companions? Was it because she is the last thing he has alive? Or was it because his heart yearned and.. loved... like a human?

ROMANCING MR. HALF-DEVIL’S PLAYLIST

BOOK 1 (PRE DMC3 - DMC 3)

SPARDA’S HISTORY

PROLOGUE

Chapter One: Before The Nightmare, Vergil

Chapter Two: Traces Of The Future, Alessa

Chapter Three: The Crimson Feast, Vergil

BOOK 2 ( DMC - DMC 2)

BOOK 3 (DMC 4)

added chapters soon, will be published on wattpad and ao3..

WRITER’S NOTE:

This game is very special to me. It was actually the game that jumpstarted my Capcom Career! I remember playing DMC5 since I didn’t know what to play. (I was too scared to beat Resident Evil 7 at that time so I told my dad that I’ll play another Capcom game and if I finish it, i’ll continue with RE7. And guess what, I finished it!) I still remember the joy that I felt when I first finished 5, it felt really fulfilling and I couldn’t help but love the characters. After that, the DMC trilogy went on sale and I told my Dad that I wanted this and luckily for me, he bought it! And then - I started writing stories about the characters and the storyline and how to further/enhance the lore and that’s when Alessa was created!

It wasn’t until 2024, that my love for this game (as well as for video games) came back. Summer Break things you can say. I started reading, playing and watching videos about DMC again and thought: “What if I finally wrote my old ideas about Devil May Cry, this time better and much more refined?”

So here you go - the story of Alessa Vera, definitive version. (And please forgive - since I’ve written this when I was on the precipes of getting better mentally or falling down the trail as well as slow updates as I’m busy with schoolworks.)

[italktoomuchxd]

Hello there! Since you don't know what to write, how about Ghost and Dante with a very cuddly S/O? May I request that, please? :> Because I'm feeling the touch starvation hit yet again, so I'd love nothing more than to snuggle up to some of my favorite lads! If you don't want to write this, that's okay too! Thank you if you do, however! Have a nice day! :-)

Hiiiii! I hope you like it! :3 and thank you for your big big support! <3

~Simon “Ghost” Riley~

"Hey darling” he murmured as he wearily blinked his eyes open. He had returned from a mission about 2 hours earlier, quickly showered, and then slumped onto the uncomfortable mattress of his bed.

You whispered softly as you nestled closer to him, resting your full weight against his chest. "You forgot to lock the door," you murmured, your breath warm against his skin. “I missed you so much...”

He enveloped you in the warmth of his strong, muscular arms as he whispered, "So fuckin warm," while the two of you snuggled up and drifted off to sleep.

~Dante Sparda~

Dante let out a groan and struggled to push you away as he pleaded, "Let me go."

“Nooooooooooo! I wanna cuddle! And I’m too tired! I worked so hard today!” You stated as you tightened your arms around him

“Okay, okay I give up” he sighed as he relented. The two of you slowly settled on the ground in the deserted city where you were hunting demons. After deciding to camp there, you both set up all the necessary supplies for the night. You enjoyed some snacks while stargazing and cuddling.

[cerezzzita]

🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Confessions features Alcohol (Sometimes) ✦ Dante x gn!Reader

⌕ summary: Dante and alcohol could be like water and oil — under no circumstances should they mix. Yet, at that night, it seems he's up to something with that drunk, big mouth of his.

notes: my god I'm nervous asf. um, hi y'all, guess who's back at writing after almost full 5 months of hiatus? that's right, we're back in action! i finally finished this little, silly oneshot that was rotting in my docs for... 7 months? geez, me and my lazy ass. anyways! i hope you all enjoy the reading! i wrote this with 4dante in mind but honestly, it can be any Dante, it's up to your imagination <3

⋆ 08/07/23 edit: i forgot to mention, but this fic was born thanks to this writing prompt, i just couldn't found it easily hehe

♡ word count: 1.125

♡ tags: fluffy, gender-neutral reader, no use of pronouns or reader's appearance description (you/yours used only), mentions of alcohol, drunk Dante (and he's sooo soft), Dante might be ooc sorry in advance, love confessions.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante and alcohol could be like water and oil — under no circumstances should they mix. Truth be told, specifically that night was not one where you enjoyed a patient mood, especially with the drunken Devil Hunter lying on the worn leather sofa and every half minute calling you and even dropping occasional flirtations. You were now in the kitchen, dedicating yourself to washing a considerable amount of dishes while from the corner of your eye you watched Dante, posture still relaxed and with a smile easily more dancing than usual, making sure that he wouldn't do anything that would mean usual danger for a person guided by the lack of sense that alcohol usually provides. However, the brief thought swept out of your mind; it was Dante. The man had a natural, bizarre attraction to danger. 

That's when the handsome half-demon shook his head, his clear, icy-colored irises glazed over your back-to-back figure. Dante pouted for not getting the attention he wanted so much, then opened his mouth and verbalized his need.

"Babe," he began, loud enough that his voice scrambled from earlier hours' whiskey filled the short distance between them. You, however, sighed, determined to ignore him until he fell asleep from some miraculous, alcoholic effect.

Which was definitely not a good choice. Dante hated being ignored.

"Baaabe..."

"What is it now, Dante?" you answered over your teeth. He whimpered at such harshness.

"Don't be like that, loveee," he whined through his tone, "You're being a big meanie to me today, y'know that?"

"A meanie? Me?" your heels pivoted so that you were now facing him, one hand on your hips and your brow forming an arc of curiosity. "Why?"

Dante sipped the rest of a bottle of Jack Daniels, exhaling audibly at the end. Once again his typical smile grew at the corners of his mouth; you gulped, blinked and woke up to your somewhat glassy-eyed state attached in the Devil Hunter.

What exactly would it take for a man like Dante to be so attractive?

"Because I want attention," he replied, a simple retort that made the inside of your chest heave and your hand on your waist falter. Dante, although drunk, seemed to notice this act and widened the left corner of his feline smile even more. "And you're being a meanie 'cause you're not paying attention to me. Come here, sugar… I want smoochies."

At other times, you would chuckle and brush it off. It was common for you to deal with the half-demon on these alcohol-soaked nights, whether they were made up of flirtations and jokes or tears and outbursts — a part of you, even if momentarily, was grateful for the night's choice to be the first alternative. But something in Dante's tone alerted the part that was costing your frustrated attempts at concealment, the very same part that just now stirred just by witnessing his smile and the permanent gaze on you.

It didn't take that much clairvoyance to see the obvious: you were undeniably in love with Dante. A passion that you swore was, somehow, one-sided.

Your impatience melted away and the silence permeating the air of the place became metamorphic; from casual to uncomfortable. Dante tilted his head, waiting for an answer from you. You sighed, returned your focus to the last dishes and resigned yourself to drying them as a form of slight distraction.

"Dante, you're drunk."

He laughed briefly between words, "Tell me something I don't know, angelcake."

"You're talking nonsense."

"Maybe. But I still want some smoochies… Unless you don't want them, it's fine by me."

Once your work with the dishes was duly finished, you once again looked over your shoulder at him. Dante's lids drooped as the silent minutes passed by, his voice quieting, silver strands trailing across the back of the couch as he laid his head down. He was finally falling asleep.

You approached the half-demon's sleeping figure, uttering a 'tsk, tsk' which elicited a small chuckle.

"What do I do with you, Dante?"

The end of this night would be like that of many others, it would be up to you the arduous mission of putting Sparda's beautiful son to bed. Arduous for he certainly wasn't the lightest of beings and even though the habit made it look easy, your human muscles totally begged to differ.

Grunting as you struggled to carry him bridal style, you climbed the stairs to the top floor and with a little sacrifice managed to open the door to Dante's room. Before leaving him on the bed, babbling came directly from him, who now accommodated his face in the crook of your neck.

"Y'know, you're amazing…"

Subtly taken aback, you choose to listen to what the sleepy Dante had to say — for curiosity and for the unique, strong beat your heart emitted.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. You're also beautiful, and smart, and funny, and hot…" from there, you became hot with embarrassment as Dante's voice wakes up again, "You're so much fun! Man, no wonder I'm in love with you."

Your heart, happy and passionate, fluttered inside your ribcage. Your eyes wanted to pop out of their sockets. The surprising, heated euphoria altered your body temperature. Your arms softened like a sweet pudding, swaying and unconsciously allowing Dante to fall to the ground.

"... Ow..."

It wasn't possible, was it? Was it the illusions of the booze, or was Dante really in love with you too?

You gasped as you realized what you'd done, rushing to get the half-demon back in your arms in a fleeting act of trying to regain consciousness and collect all your agitated — but now happy — thoughts.

All right. Dante was known for many attributes, one of them was his frankness. And being drunk this same frankness was reinforced tenfold, in fact. There would be no reason for him to lie.

However, words like these had a huge impact.

You took a deep breath, carefully positioning Dante on the soft mattress and giving him one last look to make sure you didn't just lay him down and that he was comfortable enough. He mumbled as if he was in an argument with sleep, now lying face down on the bed. Your hand snaked into the untidy silver hair to pull it back from Dante's stunning face, your heart calmer and moving to a slower beat. You smiled, your eyes wryly drunk on the man's sleeping vision.

"Sweet dreams, daredevil."

You gave a shy peck on his cheek. Dante stretched a petit smile, and yours grew. Leaving the dark room, you headed for yours, even more wrapped in your feelings, which you now knew were reciprocated.

Quite a confession that could only have the signature of someone like Dante.

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[issa-pheonyx]

Yandere-sub!Dante X GN!Reader🔪🌶️ [DMC3]

𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗳𝘆 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂~😈🌚

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-I'm sure you already where this is going. Come on, this is Dante. Son of Sparda and human mother, Eva. Twin brother, Vergil. He's got it all and as much he doesn't want to be reminded by his father from the power he holds...you seem to reflect the human side of his to live life even if it means being a pain in the ass to you LMAO

-Anyways, it is never boring with him nor his affections. He's got that arm around your shoulder walking with you on whatever troll or shit talking he's got going with, the spaces between you is inches away, holding you close when danger is too close to you, shooting all the demons away from you when you are injured (more like a scratch on the shoulder, but whatever feeds your delulu, Dante), and so on

-As much as you want to hate this guy it is impossible, because he is naturally funny that you can't help, but smile or burst out laughing. He is aware of it, obviously, and there are times he is also smiling and laughing with you. He would have to hold onto your arm as he is almost on the floor dying laughing or hugging you down and you're both crying from laughing on the floor. He is such a comedian

-Sure, when you try to comfort him he just brushes it off being the tough guy and funny jokes, but you were the only one to push him out of that barrier making him obsessed trust you and fall for you so quickly. He never had that kind of treatment from anybody besides his mother, but now that she is gone, he sees you as a sign of hope for not only to heal...but, to let him know that the part of him is still human just like you

-He is protective of you since you are a full blooded human. He does not want you to be injured regardless how minor or major it is. He wants you spotless from any pain. At first it was cute, but it got out of hand when he was so pushy about it that you can barely do any patrol killing demons intruding human spaces

WARNING!!! Spicy after this thread [MDNI🔞]

-Listen...actually hear me out, okay? This man does not feel pain. He has taken hits from humans by their punches, kicks-everything (yeah no shit, Sherlock). JUST LISTEN-pain is nothing to him. Fucking slap him in the face when you ride him, pull his hair back when you're breaking his back, spank him and he will give you a fucking devious smile telling you that was nothing just to piss you off

-Seeing you pissed off gets him so turned on, because he turns into a brat and challenge you that you can't do shit to him...cut to him tied up and having ass red and hot from the spanking, gagged that his drool soaks on the rag, his legs malfunctioning from climaxing so much. So, when he is purposely trying to piss you off...just beware of it

-Now he wouldn't make you jealous as he does have his way of trolling such flirty encounters aka Nevan for example, however he is the one who would be jealous. Plus, it is much more worse when he finds out his brother takes a liking of you (that's for another day though~). So, what he would do is have this demon death grip on you and would nuzzle against your skin-wherever it is exposed to let other demons of all kinds that his scent is now latched onto you and they should back off. Your scent on him? Well...he has special souvenirs kept back in the shop safely

-He is willing to breed you or you breed him. He would be more than happy to receive both. Will fucking be on cloud nine that after breeding you or being bred by you that you hover his face for him to clean or you get down to business to clean him up. His arms will be locked on those legs, so don't worry about suffocating him he can obviously handle it. He will grind his ass back into your face to push your tongue in deeper in his hole

-Sucking you off or eating you out is his favorite thing. He wants to gag and choke on your cock that it becomes so sloppy that you just grab his fucking head and face fuck him until you cum your hot nut inside his throat or pull out to cum on his face and the leftovers on his tongue dripping out. Grip on his hair and roll your hips as he is eating your pussy having his long tongue licking the folds, slipping the tongue inside, his nose swiping on your clit like a credit card (SORRY I CAN'T-), and when you squirt your juices that he moves away a little with his tongue out to have it splash on his face and have some land inside his mouth

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙��̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

You didn't know you need symbiote!dante, but there he is

[actuallysaiyan]

Won't You Kiss Me Once, Baby?(Dmc3!Dante x Fem!Reader)

warnings: mentions of biting, some BDSM components, handcuffing, unprotected sex, mentions of heat/breeding cycle, use of sex toys, muzzling, subby Dante, DMC3!Dante word count: 1.7k pairings: DMC3!Dante x Fem!Reader a/n: this based on @tradgothprompto amazing idea!!! Sorry it took forever and a day to write this, but I promise it's good. I also tag @still-jack-but-am-i-back

You and Dante had met through Lady. She had introduced you two one night while having some drinks at the bar. And from the moment you laid eyes on one another, it was like love at first sight. Dante was completely smitten by you, and he did everything he could that night to flirt with you and try to impress you. 

It took him a while to grow to trust you. It scared him a little to have such feelings like this. They were so deep for you and he wanted to be truthful and honest, but he was worried he was going to get rejected. Then when he finally realized you liked him just as much as he liked you, he opened up to you. He told you about his heritage, his family, his fears, his hopes and his dreams. And in turn, you opened up to him as well. You were both so smitten with one another. 

As you two grew closer together, so did you grow in terms of intimacy. Dante and you explored many facets of pleasure together, finding out exactly how to please one another so well. Eventually, you had his whole body mapped out just as he did with yours. You were the person to take Dante’s virginity, which he was so grateful for. 

Things changed when his first heat hit. And it hit him so hard. You were bruised and exhausted for days afterward. It had been so brutal and so intense, and you hadn’t known how to truly prepare for something like that. Dante didn’t even realize that something like that could affect him. It was all new to him just as it was new to you. So the next time it happened, you made sure to prepare for it. Lots of sports drinks, ice packs and long baths would be the things you’d use to soothe your aches and exhaustion.

With time, you both found a way to deal with his heat comfortably. Except for one factor. Dante had a hard time not marking you up. His teeth just longed to pierce your delicate skin. He needed to make you bleed and have these beautiful purple and blue marks on your neck and chest. He’d bite you almost anywhere.

Eventually you were fed up with this. After one particularly passionate breeding cycle, you found your neck and tits to be so sore from him biting and nipping you too much. And it was much too hard as well. You had bruises and bite marks littering your skin, and the first night after he fucked you, it was so sore. 

“Dante,” you started as you walked over to his desk. “You’ve got to stop biting me.”

Dante sits at his desk, his long legs stretched out as he reads one of his dirty magazines. He looks up at you, a sheepish grin on his face. He puts the magazine down to give you his full attention, which makes you happy.

“Awhh, baby, you know I can’t help it.”

You narrowed your eyes, “I know it’s hard for you, but it hurts, baby.”

Dante’s grin falters as you pull down the hem of your shirt to show him the bruises and bite marks from the last breeding cycle. It’s all red, purple and angry looking. While in the moment, he doesn’t realize how hard he’s biting and now he sees he was being too rough.

“Shit…baby, I’m so sorry.” He says, his voice almost a whisper.

He gets up from his desk and he wraps his arms around you. Tenderly, he presses kisses to your wounds and whispers sweet words of love. He feels so guilty for causing all of this. He knows he can’t be this rough, but it becomes so hard to stop himself when he gets started.

“Angel, I am so sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

You spent the whole night wrapped up in his arms, kissed and cuddled. But you knew you needed to make sure it didn’t happen this way the next time. You were going to make sure you were going to be able to handle anything he throws at you.

So you found help at the local sex store. The shopkeeper and you discussed lots of options to bound and potentially gag your super strong boyfriend. But it’s when your eyes fell on the leather and mesh muzzle that you realized how this would play out. You knew this would be the perfect option to keep Dante from hurting you like that. You returned home to Devil May Cry with your purchases carefully tucked under your arm. And you waited with bated breath for the next time Dante would go into heat.

This time, you’d be prepared…

The tell tale signs of his heat were apparent. Dante became clingier, needier and whinier. He even nested, which for him meant making your shared bed even more cozy with added cushions, pillows and blankets. It wouldn’t be long now until he would begin to pounce on you.

As soon as Dante begins pawing at you, you know you have no choice but to react. You lead him into the bedroom, your giggles only turning him on even more. He knew you had bought something to help with the biting, but he didn’t know what it was exactly.

“Baby,” you coo softly. “Get on the bed please.”

Dante doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s quick to hop on the bed, eyes heavy with lust and his hand palming his obvious erection through his pants. He’s so excited now. He’s watching you carefully as you gather your things from under the bed. You begin with the choker with the ring meant for a leash. Gently, you help him get it on his neck. He moans loudly when you fasten it tightly.

“Oh fuck, baby…” he whines. 

You help him undress now, and his cock is already so red and leaking. He’s been pent up for a bit now. You know that this will be to both of your benefit if you take charge of the situation.

“Are you going to be a good boy?” you ask as you grab his wrists.

Dante nods frantically as you begin handcuffing him to the bed posts. You’re worried that he may still break them, but you know it’s for your own good to try. Besides, even if he breaks them, he’ll have to take it easy considering he promised he would.

“Need to hear you say it, baby. Use your words.” You tell him, tugging on the ring from his choker slightly.

Dante pants. “I’ll be a good boy. I promise.”

Then once he’s handcuffed and collared, that’s when you present the muzzle to him. The sounds that come from him are so erotic. He’s beyond excited now, and you can tell the heat is hitting him harder now that he’s all bound up.

“Awh, what a good boy you are, Dante.”

Finally you begin the process of putting on the muzzle. His eyes widen when he sees it. He knows better than to oppose it given what happened to you the last time he went into heat. He begins shaking his head though, trying to stop you from doing this even though he knows he can’t.

“Please no, baby. I wanna be able to kiss you.”

You make a big show of considering it before continuing your task of placing the muzzle on him. He howls and whines the whole time, and eventually it all becomes muffled as you place the muzzle on completely. He looks at you, a sad look in his eyes.

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll take it off for a bit so you can kiss me.” You tell him. “And if you’re really really good, you can lick my pussy.”

This makes him perk right up. He’s laying down and he’s watching your every move now. You get up off the bed, making sure to check every handcuff and every little thing so that it’s perfect for your next task.

“My pretty baby, “you coo softly.

You start slowly, grasping his leaking length. You begin to pump him in your hand and he’s just whining and moaning under his muzzle. All the sounds are muffled underneath that pretty muzzle you bought for him.

You pull out the final item, a wand vibrator. There’s a mischievous look in your eyes now as you show it to him. Dante grunts as you turn it on, pressing it to the underside of his cock. This makes him buck up instantly. 

“You like that, huh?” you ask him and he’s nodding frantically.

You love the way he’s completely at your mercy now. You know you could have so much fun teasing him, but you won’t do it for much longer. You hold the vibrator to his cock a little longer before laying it on the bed. Then you begin to strip in front of him, making him moan and whine for you even more.

“Shhh, be a good boy. You promised.”

He doesn’t need much more to quiet down, but a few moans and whimpers slip from him as you crawl on top of him. He’s begging you a bit now to take off the muzzle, but you don’t dare do that.

“We had an agreement, baby.” You remind him as you straddle him. A loud groan is heard from him.

His leaking cock prods your little hole before you sink down onto him. You begin riding him, slow and steady. The whole time, Dante is begging and pleading and basically crying now. He sounds so pathetic, you’re not sure you’ve ever heard him sound like this before.

Eventually, you get into a nice rhythm. You’re losing yourself to the pleasure so much that you don’t even realize how the room seems to be getting hotter. And the red sparks that are flashing in the air, you barely pay them any mind. But it’s the sudden sound of metal clinking that catches your attention. It’s much too late now though.

Crack…ripppppp!

Suddenly, you’re on your back and Dante is hovering over you. His eyes glow red and his fangs seem even more piercing than usual. This is when you realize that you might have pushed him too far by muzzling him and handcuffing him.

“Silly human,” Dante purrs. “Did you forget who you were dealing with?”

Before your very eyes, Dante gathers the energy to trigger. And when you see him in this form, you know you’re in for a long night.

[cupidscrule]

BBG DANTE PFPS

[devilmayfamily]

Imagine...

Imagine your son has been a fan of Dante's forever, like since he was born, and when news spreads that the devil slayer is in town your son begs you to go see him even if that means spending a lot of money on this one little trip. You can't say no to your son, he's too cute! So you both go. And when you get there you realize that Dante isn't alone. No, no, no. His brother, Vergil, is there with him. And your eyes meet. And suddenly, your mind is filled with hundreds of memories from when you were a teen. And suddenly you don't want to be there anymore but you can't go, your son hasn't gotten his picture with Dante yet nor an autograph. So you stay. And when it's finally his turn in line, Vergil can't stop looking at the child. Snow white hair? Baby blue eyes? He's the spitting image of Dante, excited attitude and all. But Dante sees Vergil in the passion and drive and focus the kid has, talking about wanting to be a devil hunter one day.

"Does your mom approve of all of this kid?" Dante asks.

The two men look to you now and that's when they realize something you already knew.

"I think he'll do great," you reply.

Vergil stares. Dante chuckles.

"Well, maybe one day we'll get to see it and you can join us," Dante tells your son.

Vergil is still staring. You smile at him and the man just can't anymore. He whispers something to Dante before going behind the photo booth thing. Before you and your son leave, Dante shoves some paper in your hand as you shake his hand.

I'm surprised this is how we meet but Vergil always has his secrets. He misses you I think. Call the shop if you ever need us

You smile.

"What is it, Mom?" Nero asks.

"Just some note from an old friend," you reply.

[onyxrosess]

Pain is My Hometown

vergil x reader [multi-chapter series]

Chapter IV: It's Too Late for Me Now

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV [you're here!] | Table of Contents

・warnings/tags: n/a

( cross-posted on ao3 )

Swinging the sheets off your body in an attempt to freeze yourself into waking up, mostly it worked. Dante’s bed was nicer than anticipated, likely due to him sleeping in his chair 90% of the time instead of the bed he owned. Regardless of how many times you’ve ‘accidentally’ spent the night at the shop, you never kept any clothes here, meaning you’d have to drive back to Fortuna to change clothes. Besides the heavy sigh that left your mouth, it was quiet and it wasn’t taken for granted, Kyrie’s and Nero’s house can get a little noisy unless it's 5 in the morning. Shuffling to the bathroom connected to Dante’s room, you addressed whatever was happening with your hair., scavenging for a brush to maybe tame the nest that was on your head.

After successfully making your hair look a little more presentable, you walked down the stairs, your eyes met with Dante leaning back in his chair, a magazine covering his eyes. You stepped around crunched up papers that littered the ground, standing next to Dante’s sleeping form. How does he not have back problems? Before you could give it much thought, you were reminded the man in front of you was not all man. Yet he acted with such ease that you wondered what happened to Vergil- why was he so…weird? You wished there was a nicer way to put it, but the things he’s done were of his own volition, no one else's. Your mind began to bubble up in anger once again, seething at your father. Heartless man. 

“Well good morning, didn’t take you for a stalker.”  The magazine that once covered Dante’s face was now slid down into his lap. His body remained motionless as he looked at you with a sly smile on his face. “I didn’t take you as a perv who stuffed his face in magazines all day.” Dante feigned hurt on his face, those puppy dog eyes don’t work. “Hey- you know I have bad luck with women.” “Is that what you tell yourself at night?” Dante playfully scoffs, shoving the paper back on the desk. His boots slid off the wooden surface, as you lifted yourself to sit on the desk. Silence took over the shop before it was quickly disrupted, “Y’know, I was thinking.” Oh god, Dante is thinking. You stifled a chuckle, trying to see what he was going to say before giving him shit. “Why didn’t you get into demon hunting with Nero?” 

The thought never crossed your mind really, when Nero was younger he was a little too cocky for his good. Your little exposure to demons before…whatever the hell happened in Fortuna, led you to just avoid them entirely. It’s not like hell gates of that magnitude would ever open again, hopefully anyway.  “That was Nero’s thing, plus I was recovering again.” You paused, letting out a breath before continuing, “And I’m just a regular human.” “Lady’s human and she does just fine.” Dante’s words became quieter, “Probably too well for her own good.” You couldn’t help but exhale a light laugh, Lady must have won their little bet the last time they were out. “Dante, you want me to believe Lady, who you’ve apparently known since you were 18 is the same age as you? She doesn’t look a day over 25- shit, I probably look older than her!” You did not want to point out your age, not that you were proud of the slowly appearing lines on your face, but at least you’ve lived. “Okay fine, I’m not sure if she’s fully human, her father was a nut job so I could only assume.” Dante crossed his arms over his chest, and for once he wasn’t wearing his red leather coat. The dark grey shirt rolled up at his elbows, the fabric fraying at the edges.

“Well, it seems like Lady and I have something in common.” Your attempt at a joke was met with a chuckle from Dante, he leaned forward in his seat, looking at a paper on his desk. He only skimmed over it before sighing, letting it fall back onto the desk.  “What's that?”  Dante looked at the paper again before closing his eyes in annoyance. “There’s a string of demon sightings, about 2 hours away from here. Likely a hell gate, which is beyond annoying.” You were puzzled, from what you knew, hell gates only appeared from human’s doings.  “I thought those only popped up due to humans.” Dante shook his head at your question, “Nope, but if it’s a demon opening it, that means there's a big guy guarding it.” Dante’s vocabulary switched like he was talking to a child, you suppose it’s easier for you to understand but it made you chuckle at his choice of words. So the ones in Fortuna when you met Dante must have been the synthetic ones. You tried to remember how Dante explained it to you in the moment but you were so shaken up you thought you were on something the way he was talking.

“A ‘ big guy ’- am I twelve Dante?” “Well you sometimes act-” “Don’t answer that.” You looked at him with a stern expression that could only be held up for so long before your face softened again. The two of you continued to reminisce on old times, frankly, they weren’t that long ago, but everything happened so quickly that it feels so long ago. It was close to seven years of knowing Dante, but a couple of those were taken from you due to some of the otherworldly events. You would never admit to Dante that you thought he was handsome when you first met, but now, things seem different. Whether he’s getting older or you both are- you can’t seem to bring yourself to walk that path anymore. Your friendship with Dante is one you hold close, and threatening to burn that bridge with a silly crush that you had years ago seemed illogical. 

You were reminded of Dante’s concern over his brother last night, and maybe you just wanted to add fuel to the fire that was hating Vergil’s guts, or you wanted to be right about him. Although you couldn’t help but ask, “Why did you ask about Vergil yesterday?”  You prepared yourself for a response that would make you feel justified in your hatred, “Well, he’s not the most… friendly , and I guess his attempts could be seen as off-putting.” Dante really knows how to not tell you exactly what was going on but sure, he’s not the most friendly. It left you just to reply with a small hum, you’ll find out more soon. Even if you had to beat it out of Vergil.

After some complaining about recent jobs being too boring, must he always find something to complain about? Even when they accidentally put an olive on his pizza he could easily pick off he has to complain, as if he was legally bound to complain about it, every time. Dante later departed with a grunt, saying how much of a pain in the ass going two hours out is, even though he can fly there, for free. You reminded him that he should be grateful he doesn’t have to deal with traffic. He responded with a nonchalant, ‘Yeah, yeah.’ You also left the shop back to Fortuna soon after, a change of clothes and a shower is in order.

Arriving back home, the van Nico and Nero took last night for the job was parked in front of the house, a loud clank came from the garage followed by Nico cursing. Thankfully they aren't dead, you sighed as you walked towards Nico. “Howdy.” She greeted you, but her attention was elsewhere tinkering on a new arm for Nero- like he still needed those.  “Hey, you staying out of trouble?” Nico playfully scoffed, “Never, you know me.” You smiled, “How did last night go?” Nico laughed before she could even give you an answer. “Nero got knocked around quite a bit, it made for the night's entertainment- he’s alright now he didn’t get hurt hurt, y’know?” Nico sputtered out her words after she told you Nero got injured, but her swift recovery followed. You brushed her off, Nero would be fine, he's an adult. No matter how many times you told yourself that you would always be worried when he got hurt. Nico continued on the mechanical arm as you excused yourself inside. Looking out the sliding door, the orphans splashed each other with water in an inflatable pool, you couldn’t help but smile. You had wished that was the life you had grown up with, but no jealousy filled you, just happiness that it was better for them.

Making your way to your room, you walked down the skinny hallway, about to pass Nero and Kyrie’s room when Nero appeared on the other side of the door. Nero looked as if he had the worst hangover and got beat to shit. Nero’s white hair was pointing in all different directions as scrapes and cuts littered his skin, but the gashes were already halfway healed from the looks of it.  “Nico told me it went well” Sarcasm leaked from your voice, as you held in a laugh, Nero did look a little miserable but you knew he would be fine. “Yeah, it went great .” Nero matched your voice, you could tell he didn’t want to admit that he had difficulty beating up a demon. He leaned against the door frame as he rubbed the exhaustion out of his eyes. “What happened? Just too strong for you?” You jabbed him in the side lightly with your elbow. He barely moved, just rolled his eyes at you. “The fucker had these little…” He paused, searching for the words in his head, “Bugs, I don’t know, and they were everywhere and the more I killed them they doubled, it was so annoying.” “So you got beat up by bugs” “I never said that.”  Nero gave you the look that he was trying to save his ego, you can only imagine Nico’s hysterics yesterday. “Well I’m glad you’re okay- you just look like you had a wild night.” A smile crept on your face as you watched Nero’s face heat up just the slightest bit. It left as quickly as it came as he shoved your shoulder, walking out of the doorway. 

The day went on without too much drama, you accompanied Nico in her attempts to fix the radio in the van. You couldn’t help but chuckle every time she let out a string of curse words, like ‘fucknuts’ or ‘you mother shitter!’ Maybe it helped her focus. Scrubbing your body clean from grease, and washing your hair vigorously, it's the only way it stays clean. You stood in front of the mirror, analyzing your face, restraining yourself from picking anything and everything off of your skin. Glancing at the clock, it was only three in the afternoon, you really should socialize- outside of bars. That was enough convincing for you to go out, after getting dressed and ready to leave you picked open your wallet, you were a little richer than usual, weird. You dismissed it, putting the key into your ignition as you sped off into the road. 

Fortuna was quite busy today, the sidewalks were a little busier than usual, some of the individuals carried bags with various shop logos on them, and others had street food in their hands before stuffing their faces. You cruised down a street with many varying restaurants and business fronts, one caught your eye, there were around 20 boxes full of records, and you desperately needed new music to listen to at work, Dante hadn’t gotten a new record for far too long. You stopped and parked your bike on the side of the street as you wandered into the store, the cashier greeted you as you reciprocated the gesture. Drawn to the records you flipped through them, seeing covers you recognized, and some you didn’t. You went through maybe two or three boxes before the roar of an engine brought your attention to the street, an old bike tore through the streets, and the red paint started to chip at the corners, which looked very similar to Dante’s bike he’s abandoned over the years. A short black-haired woman sat ontop of it- Lady. You quickly abandoned your post at the record boxes and went outside, Lady’s face did not wear her normal expression, she was far too focused than usual. She stopped the bike in its tracks once she recognized your face and your accompanying bike.

“What are you doing out here?” You questioned her as you walked closer to her. “There's another hell gate that popped up in Red Grave, I was out here doing work before I realized.” Lady’s skin carried a light sheen of sweat, and maybe a few stains from demon guts. You weren’t sure how to respond other than ‘Go get 'em’ tiger!’ but it worried you that Lady was even breaking a sweat over it. “They are so annoying!” Lady groaned, before starting her engine again, “It’ll be fine, (Name). Nothing I can’t handle, I’ll call you when I’m done.”  “Y’know, Dante said the same thing about the one he was taking care of-” “There's another one?” You paused, you assumed she and Dante were on the same page or at least she knew about it, but Dante often didn’t think about telling people about his jobs unless someone was accompanying him or he was asked. “I mean, I’m not sure- Dante just mentioned that he had a job a couple hours out for a hell gate.” Lady let out another annoyed groan, “Okay well, thank you, I really gotta go.” You could barely respond before she drove away, you stood on the sidewalk, it had been a long time since you’d seen Lady even remotely worried about anything demon-related, and to be honest, you weren’t sure if she was concerned or annoyed. Your mind quickly wandered to Dante, if another hell gate popped up does that mean he got rid of the other one? Trying to soothe your worries by using the excuse that you have no idea about any of it, your knowledge of demons and hell was slim to none. Deciding to go home early, empty-handed. You weren’t gone longer than 30 minutes, your attempt to socialize was exceptionally short today. You pulled into the driveway, Nico seemed to be inside as the garage housed no life. Lifting your helmet off of your head, a faint crackling sound came from behind you, you turned around to see little sparks of blue seeming to form in the air. A deep blue smoke? What the fuck is that? The screen of smoke enlarged as a figure stepped out from it, a figure you recognised. One you wished you didn’t recognise, Vergil. His expression was plain as ever as you still sat on your bike, a little confused- a bit more than confused. He can just pop up anywhere, wherever he wants? You knew Dante could fly, and you weren’t sure why this came as a surprise to you. The door to inside Nero’s home opened as you followed the sound, Nero stepped down the stairs, walking towards you and Vergil. 

“What’s going on? Nero, you should not be going out right now, you’re still-” “I’m fine, (Name).” Nero’s voice was laced with a string of seriousness, something you weren’t familiar with, at least directed towards you. Vergil stood where he had popped up from his portal, rather you’re assuming that’s what it was. “I’m requesting Nero come with me to take care of a hell gate, he should learn how to properly deal with them.” Vergil’s words teetered on the edge of a scolding, your brows furrowed together, he has no room to be scolding Nero. You held your tongue as Nero did the same. Your words did not come easily to you, this feeling you get when you’re around Vergil was not one you liked, you felt so little compared to him. Not just in stature but status, it was suffocating and you hated it. It felt all too close to the suffocating nature of your ex-boyfriends and their tactics to belittle you.

“...be careful, Nero.” Your voice came out just above a squeak, you despised it. As if it was not in your control to speak up. Nero nodded and Vergil unsheathed his sword, as the same crackling blue sparked from his sword. He slashed the air with the blade, his movements direct and controlled. An identical deep blue screen opened in front of him, he turned his head towards Nero, silently motioning to step into the portal with him. Nero did not say anything to you, but a glance. You could not get comfort from it, the whole interaction was ominous and frankly frustrating because you had no idea what just transpired. They were gone just like that, the portal closed right after Nero stepped in, with no evidence that neither of them was ever here. You pulled your bike into the garage, a little more aggressively than normal. You pulled the keys from their spot in your bike, rushing through the house to your room, luckily Kyrie and Nico were preoccupied and did not see you come in. You escaped to your room, shutting the door and flopping onto your mattress.

You had to remind yourself to breathe, as annoying and frustrating that you could do nothing or that you didn’t know the whole story is, nothing you could do at this moment could change anything. You exhaled, carding your fingers through your hair to get them out of your face. Ever since Dante planted the question of why you never picked up devil hunting, it made you ever so conscious of your helplessness, you were weak. If a demon tried to kill you, you could do nothing. The thought only made you more frustrated, but to bring yourself to do anything about that fact was something you could decide later. Your body laid still, as your eyes stared into the ceiling of the room, and your thoughts spiralled in your mind. If there was an award for overthinking, you would have first place.

As always, thank you for reading! Maybe a separate Dante fic coming sometime soon…? (I'm rubbing my hands together deviously) -onyxroses Previous Chapter | Next Chapter (coming soon!)

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some quick werewolf!dante hcs ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ( cw: mentions of pregnancy, breeding, no use of pronouns but reader Can get pregnant ... )

when he's younger and still trying to get used to his intense heats, definitely expect dante to rut against you and gently beg for you to let him use you until he feels better. ♡

you've both developed a strong bond, so sometimes all he does is move your underwear to the side and slip himself inside you.

when transformed, he for sure has big dumb white ears, and a long fluffy white tail! he has white fur enveloping his body, which sometimes tickles you. :)

he has a bad habit of biting, when it's purposeful -- he'll find your neck or shoulder, and bite down til he's left his mark. when it's accidental, it's usually because his mouth doesn't know what to do or where to go, so he resorts to biting you, the soft plush of your skin a comfort. if he draws blood, he'll lap it up greedily.

dante has a knot .. i mean what did you expect lol. he gets so excited to just be inside you, that he can't help himself. afterwards when you try to move, he softly whines, pulling you back into him, mumbling something about 'being stuck here for 30 minutes or so...'

on the more sfw side, dante loves having his ears pet / massaged ( by you only! ) soft rumbles of pleasure, and pitiful whining when you stop. he nuzzles his nose into your shoulder, trying to get even closer to you, like he wants to become one.

in general he's very territorial protective, and hates seeing you talking to other people in general. it's sweet sometimes, and also annoying. he's huffing and desperately grabbing at you, with those stupid puppy eyes.

he claims it was an accident, but you can now find yourself with ruined clothing 99% of the time. dante shrugs it off, pulling you into a tight embrace and casually telling you to just be nude!

above all, he love love loves to eat you out, huffing against you, whimpering out how good you taste. his tail shamelessly wags, holding you right against his mouth, refusing to let you go even when you're quivering and crying out. he'll let up after making you cum a few more times when your voice is broken, and your hand is weakly pushing at his head.

dante loves the idea of breeding .. while he wouldn't really want kids, ( maybe with you ♡ ), he can't help but go crazy when you even bring it up. for hours all he does is fuck you, and while you're on the pill, you can't help but think that his stupid werewolf cum will override that and actually make you pregnant. he coos to you, saying how you'd be a good parent to his pups, rubbing his face on your tummy, feeling the bulge that has formed from his cum.