#dmc5 dante x reader

[muqingslover]

[ This is different than what I usually post but I had to get this out of my system. The new DMC show brought back so many memories and idc what the haters say it's PEAK.

Anyway, to the DMC lovers out there, please accept this humble offering ]

Being in a relationship with Dante. | some NSFW included.

⊹— He may be the best demon hunter but in a relationship? He's the BIGGEST loser. Dante is always throwing some lame pick-up line your way and believe me when I say he will not give up until one sticks. (Spoiler warning: The fact that it actually works only makes him want to do it again)

—⊹ Dating Dante is not for the faint hearted. You have to be ready for all kinds of beyond ridiculous situations and have a godly amount of adaptability.

⊹— He will ALWAYS answer the phone for you. Literally. It doesn't matter what he's doing or where he is he will pick up the second he sees your name on the screen.

"Babe? Oh yeah! I'm totally still up for dinner! By the way, can you add those pieces of chocolate again to— *Approaching yelling in the background* Just a sec! *Crashing sounds and gunshots* Whew, okay, anyway like I was saying—"

—⊹ Oh yeah, he loooooves using pet names and silly nicknames. His personal favorites are "Babe" and "My little luck charm".

⊹— He likes to give you "traditional" dating gifts because that's what he always saw others do so when he shows up with a big ass teddy bear and a box of chocolates (which by the way he definitely ate some before giving it to you) please tell him you love it.

—⊹ Bro is so competitive. Dante is NOT letting you win in card games or any other board games because he wants to show off his skills to you. Though, if you get genuinely upset he would feel bad and invite you to play video games with him because he fails miserably at them every time.

⊹— His hands grab your ass every time you hug him. Not even in a sexual way he just can't help it and he never fails to throw a "nice ass" right after.

—⊹ Missing jewelry, hat or belt from your closet? He's the culprit. This guy will wear anything as long as he believes he looks good in it. I pray for you if you guys are a similar size because then you will have full clothing pieces missing.

⊹— He is THE hype man. Dante kisses the ground you walk on and he supports your rights and rights (because you could never do any wrong ;)).

—⊹ Dante's favorite thing is to show you off in every opportunity he gets. And if he doesn't have the opportunity then he'll just do it anyway. He is constantly yapping about how incredibly hot his partner is, how good your cooking is, how cute you look when you're focused and the way you smell so damn good all the time like, man! You're a freaking gift from the gods! (someone save poor Lady she can't bear to listen to him any more)

⊹— Please also hype him back in return! He has the worst praise kink case I've ever seen. Each time he's praised he just doesn't know what to do with himself and despite the initial cocky attitude he is easy to overwhelm if you don't stop. The first time you praised him while patting his head or scratching his chin he got a hard-on and had to rush out with a poor excuse before you noticed it.

—⊹ There is nothing romantic about sharing a bed with him. It's an absolute nightmare. First of all, this guy is physically incapable of sleeping with his clothes on. He just can't do it. Dante used to sleep butt ass naked but then you convinced him to at least wear boxers. Next on the list of problems is the snoring— Like, it's so loud you thought there was a truck engine next to you instead of your boyfriend. Not to mention the fact he takes up all space on the bed and moves around SO MUCH while he's asleep.

Please invest in separate beds before you kill him.

⊹— Absolutely hates morning. Getting him out of bed is the hardest thing to do and that's saying a lot with the life you two lead. He will keep you trapped in bed with him by wrapping his strong arms around your waist only to when you get up he sloooowly slides off the mattress and onto floor like a worm hanging to you.

—⊹ Surprisingly, or not, very insecure. This man is not controlling in any way though, he is just very worried that he won't be able to protect you if something was to happen or that you will realize you made a mistake by being with him.

⊹— His favorite thing is to make you smile. I know a lot of people paint him as stupid but I genuinely think he just acts silly as a defense mechanism. It's a mask. With you, though? He will purposely act like a dork because he knows it makes you smile.

—⊹ To add to that, Dante does everything he can to keep your spirits up; Someone hurt your feelings? No need to fret, he’s already planning their downfall. Feeling under the weather? tickle monster time! Migraine? He is closing the curtains and cuddling you until it gets better!

⊹— The filter between his brain and mouth is naturally bad but with you, who he is truly comfortable with, it's just INEXISTENT. This may range from random, useless bullshit to out of pocket comments that should definitely not be said out loud.

—⊹ Physical contact is his thing. I mean, he NEEDS it and can be very high maintenance about it. Having his hands on you is not enough for Dante he has to be as close as physically possible and you need to be giving him some kind of attention in return.

⊹— Hugging you from behind when you're cook, snuggling while on the couch together, keeping a firm arm hooked around your waist while outside, constantly nuzzling his nose on your hair, kissing your neck at every chance he gets, pulling you into his lap as if it's his second nature ECT.

—⊹ Did I mention he adores your hair? In particular long hair because then he can fidget with it by twirling it around his finger or by being a dork and putting it between his lips and nose to make a mustache.

⊹— Your lips are like a drug to him. He will be saying "okay, okay I REALLY gotta bail now" and then stare at you for a solid two seconds then steal another kiss and another and another....oops, he's 30 minutes late already.

—⊹ Dante is a biter. God help you when you give him cuteness aggression (which is basically always) because he will chew on you like candy. Your skin is often red from teeth marks and he doesn't feel sorry about it at all.

⊹— Cannot cook to save his life but absolutely loves your food. Especially if you're good at baking! Man's scarfing down those sweet treats like it's his last meal on earth.

—⊹ He sings while he's showering and holds the bottle of shampoo to you like a microphone so you'll join him. Oh and yes, he is VERY tone-deaf.

⊹— No matter how many times he sees you naked he never gets tired of that blessed sight. He flirts with you like it's the first time he's seeing you and those naughty eyes speak for themselves.

—⊹ He has a high libido, especially in the beginning of the relationship where he's even more excitable than usual. Sex can be very clumsy and messy with him, but that's just what makes it so him.

⊹— If you're a breasty lady, he is reaaaaaally into you using your boobs to get him off. Dante also enjoys having your lips around his cock more than words could describe and a quickie in dark, tight spaces is part of the package with him.

—⊹ Bondage is a guilty pleasure of his. Dante prefers to be the one restrained and left at your mercy instead of the other way around because it's just very hot to him when you take control. You're also the only one he would trust to be this vulnerable with.

⊹— This guy is always late for EVERYTHING, but he shows up without a fail in the end. No matter how battered or tired he might be, not even if he was run over by a truck, he will definitely be there.

[icycoldninja]

FLUFFCEMBER DAY#29: (Sparda boys x Reader)

Movie night headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante's movie taste has two sides: absolute chaotic bullshit or really cheesy romance movies that should only be viewed by boy-crazy teen girls.

-He will insist you watch his picks and only lets you watch yours if you beg or if he doesn't have a specific movie in mind.

-Makes a crap ton of popcorn and eats like a pig, getting salt all over the couch.

-Also brings beers for some reason. Movie nights aren't exactly a reason to drink, yet here he is.

-As the movie progresses, he gets more and more clingy; by the time the movie's finished and the credits are rolling, he's practically smothering you.

-When kissing scenes pop up he looks at you expectantly, as if he wants you to re-enact whatever the actors are doing on him.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil has had enough action and horror for his life, so it's only natural that he likes fluffy stuff, like Hallmark holiday movies.

-You'll find him sitting comfortably on the couch with a hot, steaming cup of tea and maybe a few cookies, enjoying the show and all it's cheesy-ness.

-Prefers to watch movies alone because it's quieter that way, but he won't object if you want to join him.

-He will watch whatever you decide to put on, but know that he will be silently judging every second of it.

-Can't be bothered to make the popcorn and just sits around playing with the remote while you do it. This isn't because he's lazy, it's because he doest know how and fears embarrassing himself if he tries and inevitably fails.

-The best part of movie night by far is the fact that you guys have so much fun just hanging around together. It doesn't matter whether you're paying attention the movie or not, what matters is that you're spending time together and loving every second of it.

□ Nero □

-Honestly, he would rather be kicking demon ass or messing around with his prosthetics.

-Still, he wants to spend time with you so he'll suffer through whatever you want him to watch for your sake.

-Nero likes really intense, violent stuff (as if he hasn't seen enough violence already) because he's an edgy boi. However, if you happen to be of the softer, fluffier type, he won't complain.

-He ends up getting really absorbed into whatever you choose anyway, so none of it matters in the end.

-Doesn't like to eat while watching TV. He feels that the sounds of his own chewing is always louder than the show itself.

-He does love drinking soda, though, and has a lot of it stashed in the back of the fridge, so prepare to feel bloated from all the carbonation.

[shiraishi-mitsuki]

「四位已等候多时，那么你的选择是？」

The theme agreed with my friends this time is "Dating"So, choose the man you love to spend time with you ~

Actually, today is my birthday. Maybe I can get a "Happy Birthday"？🥺🌹

[pfpanimes]

⌕ devil may cry • dante.

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[eclipixels]

Strawberry Sundae

Dante Sparda x Reader

Content: A simple sundae run results in you being jealous, but Dante’s knows how to get that frustration out of you

A/N: I'm back in my Dante Sparda Obsession.

Wanings: 🍋 cunnilingus

[2,192 words]

      Dante just wanted an ice cream sundae.

      That’s what he said when he walked back into the shop, cherry between his teeth and a crumpled napkin in his back pocket you didn’t know about.

      His hair was a little wind-tousled, sunglasses shoved up into his hair, leather jacket hanging lazily off one shoulder like he didn’t have a care in the world. He bit down on the stem of a maraschino cherry and smirked at you.

      “Got the goods,” he announced, flashing the container before tossing it on the counter. Usually you two went together and sat down to eat but you were busy today.

      “They were outta sprinkles, but I figured you’d live.” He handed you your cup of the fudge ice cream sundae while he sat down to eat his strawberry one.

      You were halfway through an eye-roll when you caught it. Just a glimpse. A folded piece of paper sticking out of his back pocket. You didn’t think much of it at first. Dante always had random scraps of crap stuffed in his pockets. Receipts, demon-hunting notes, candy wrappers, whatever.

      But then he tossed it.

      The paper floated out of his pocket like it had a story to tell, catching the air before it landed with a lazy flutter on top of the overflowing trash bin.

      It was a napkin. Lipstick kiss on the corner. A heart doodled in pink pen. And in the middle? A name and a phone number, scrawled with a flirtatious confidence.

      You froze. Dante didn’t even notice. He just strolled past you, cherry stem now tied in a perfect little knot between his teeth. Show-off.

      Your eyes stayed on the trash bin, like the napkin was glowing, taunting you. The lipstick print stared back at you, mocking.

      Call me sometime ;) - Nikki

      You swallowed hard, suddenly hyper-aware of the heat crawling up the back of your neck. He’d been gone all of twenty minutes. Twenty minutes for a sundae. And some random girl had flirted with him hard enough to think she had a chance?

      Did he flirt back?

      Did he smile at her the way he smiled at you?

      Did he lean over the counter with those arms that always looked so damn good rolled up past the elbow? Say something cocky that made her giggle? Maybe he even gave her that look. The one that melts your spine and makes you forget your own name.

      The jealousy was a slow burn at first, curling low in your stomach. You didn’t say anything. You just turned back to the desk, pretending to be busy with paperwork, hoping the knot in your throat would go away.

      But the silence didn’t help. The image kept looping in your head like a broken record. Dante charming some girl who wasn’t you, tossing her number away like it wasn’t worth mentioning what had happened to him at the diner.

      You clenched your jaw.

      And just like that, your mood shifted. Like a storm rolling in from nowhere.

      He didn’t see it coming. You didn’t say a word but your mood flipped like a switch. The rest of the day, you were short, cold, and snappy.

      “You’re not eating?” Dante asked, noticing your untouched ice cream.

      “Not hungry.”

      “You begged me for that damn sundae all week,” he says, giving you a squint like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. “You feeling sick or something?”

      You shake your head, but your voice comes out too neutral. “I just changed my mind.”

      He watches you for a second longer. The air’s too quiet between you.

      Then, without a word, he stands, plucks the sundae from the counter with a quiet “Don’t wanna waste it,” and strolls to the back to stick it in the fridge.

      When he comes back, he drops a soft, “Let me know when you do want it.”

      You nod without meeting his eyes. He doesn’t push, but you can feel his gaze burning into you. You felt horrible but you were just overwhelmed with these feelings and didn’t want to say or do something out of frustration.

      Later on, he lounges across the couch, legs wide, arms draped across the back. “You wanna go out later? Maybe grab some pizza, shoot something on the way back?”

      “No, I’m fine.”

      “No?” he echoes, lifting a brow. “Damn, okay. You mad I didn’t bring you extra cherries?”

      “No.”

      “Sure as hell sounds like a yes.”

      “Nope.” You gave a small smile, standing up to kiss his nose and going back to what you were doing so he didn’t think you were mad at him. You needed to do something to get rid of this frustration, because it was starting to affect him too.

      “If you say so.”Dante furrowed his brows, but all he could think in his head was ‘liar’ because he knew you. He knew you were trying to hide something. Dante picked up on it fast. He was dense sometimes, but not when it came to you.

      You’re at the front desk, clicking through the bounty board like it owes you money. Eyes on the screen, jaw tight, fingers tense against the keyboard.

      Dante walks in like he owns the damn place—because, technically, he does. You look at him, his ridiculously sexy face, and you can't help but wonder if the thoughts running through your head right now are the same ones that random girl had too. And now you were scowling all over again.

      “Damn,” he whistles low, coming up behind you. “Anyone ever tell you that you look sexy when you’re pissed?”

      You don’t even blink. No smirk. No side glance. No sarcastic comeback. Just cold silence.

      He waits a beat, tilting his head. “That’s a new record. Usually I at least get an eye-roll before the murder glare.”

      Still nothing. You click through another screen.

      “Okay, what’s up with you today?” he finally asked as you stomped around the Devil May Cry office, pretending not to care. “You’ve been throwing daggers at me with your eyes since I came back from my daily sundae run.”

      You scoffed. “Why don’t you go call your little waitress? She seemed really into giving you some extra service.”

      Dante blinked. What were you talking about? How did you even know about—

      “I saw the stupid napkin in the trash.” You huffed, reading his mind and answering his question.

      “So why are you mad at me? I threw it away for a reason.” He threw his hands up in defense.

      “Still it just—it bothers me that it even happened. I don’t like the idea that someone thought of you like that. I’m not mad at you, just mad at the situation.” You grumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed but not backing down from your stubborn attitude.

      “Didn’t even look at it, babe. I was too busy thinking about how good you’d taste with a cherry on top.”

      Your cheeks flamed, but you didn’t let it show. “I’m still upset.”

      “Oh, I know.” His eyes dropped to your body. “I can see it in the way you’re walking around here like you want to murder someone. But lucky for you…” He licked his lips. “I’ve got a better way to help you get all that aggression out.”

      He grabbed his half-melted sundae from the fridge he saved for later and walked over to you, slow and deliberate. You backed up a step, but your thighs hit the desk and he caged you in with his body.

      “I ever tell you how much I like my desserts messy?” he murmured.

      “Dante—”

      He dipped two fingers into the ice cream and slowly dragged them down your collarbone, the cold making you gasp. The ice cream trickled down the curve of your chest, the air drying it quickly and leaving a sticky, sweet sensation clinging to your skin.

      “Still mad?” his eyes darkened as they narrowed, dipping down to follow the trail of ice cream.

      “Shut up.”

      He sank to his knees in front of you, tugging your shirt up and out of the way, tracing a long stripe of ice cream from your navel down lower, so slow it made your breath hitch.

      “I’m gonna eat this off you,” he breathed, voice thick. “And then I’m gonna eat you.”

      You gasped, eyes wide, as his tongue followed the trail of cold sweetness across your skin, hot mouth melting the ice cream and leaving you trembling. His saliva replaced where the ice cream previously coated your skin.

      “Fuck,” you whispered, your hands in his hair now, tugging as he pushed your legs apart.

      “You taste better than any sundae,” he muttered between kisses, mouth moving lower, lower, lips hot and wet as he kissed right over your core through your panties. “So sweet when you’re jealous…”

      He didn’t waste time. He dragged your panties down and tossed them aside, no teasing this time. Not now, not when he was starving.

      And oh how he loved to devour you.

      That’s how he usually started, like he’s tasting something forbidden, something decadent. Like he has all the time in the world to worship you.

      Dante’s tongue makes a pass over your skin, right where the ice cream had melted, and it sends a shock through your entire body. The contrast between the cold desert and the heat of his mouth makes you shiver. He groans low in his throat, dragging his mouth down your inner thigh.

      His hands are strong but gentle as they settle on your hips, holding you steady as he trails kisses up your thigh, open-mouthed, lingering, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He takes his time, nose brushing against the soft skin, breathing you in like you’re oxygen and he’s been suffocating.

      You squirm, but he tightens his grip just a little, teasing. You can feel him smirk against your skin.

      “Uh-uh,” he tuts, lips ghosting over your skin. “You wanted my attention, baby. Now you’ve got it. All of it.”

      He finally reaches the spot you need him most, placing a feather-light kiss there over your soaked panties. You jolt, a whimper slipping from your lips.

      “Dante…”

      He hums in response, the sound vibrating through your core, before he slowly, agonizingly, slides your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere behind him. You barely care where. Not with the way he’s looking at you now.

      Predatory. Possessive. Hungry.

      And then he’s on you again, licking a long, deliberate stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit, like he’s savoring every molecule. Your head falls back with a soft moan, fingers digging into the edge of the desk.

      He doesn’t rush. Not yet. He laps at you lazily, kitten licks at first, then deeper, broader strokes that make your thighs tremble around his head.

      His tongue circles your clit, slow and taunting, until your hips buck forward, chasing more. He chuckles against you, that cocky bastard, and flattens his tongue, dragging it up again before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, enough to make your breath hitch.

      You gasp, hands threading into his hair. “God—fuh...fuck…”

      “Mmm,” he hums, pulling back just enough to speak, breath hot and ragged. “Not God, sweetheart.”

      His tongue curls and flicks right against the sensitive bundle of nerves, relentless now. One hand slips between your legs and two fingers press in slowly, filling you with delicious pressure. He groans when he feels how wet you are, pumping them slowly at first, then curling them inside you, stroking that spot that makes you cry out and tighten around him.

      “You sound so pretty.” he mutters against your core, lips still working on you.

      You moan, loud and needy, back arching off the desk. “Dante—fuck—don’t stop—”

      “Wasn’t planning to,” he growls, tongue working in tandem with his fingers, fast and unrelenting now.

      Every flick of his tongue, every stroke of his fingers is perfectly calculated, deadly in the way only Dante can be. You feel yourself spiraling, thighs shaking around his head, breath coming in ragged gasps. The tension in your body coils tighter, tighter, like a spring about to snap.

      Your hands clutch at his hair, his name falling from your lips in broken cries, over and over.

      And then—.

      Your orgasm slams into you like a wave, tearing a moan from deep in your chest as your body trembles beneath him. Sweet release. Your vision goes white, your thighs clamp tight around his head, and he doesn’t stop. He works you through every twitch and spasm, drinking in every drop like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered.

      Only when you’re completely undone, limp and breathless, does he finally pull back. His mouth and chin glisten with you, and he looks so damn proud of himself it’s almost infuriating.

      “Next time you get jealous… just say so.” Dante stood, licking his fingers like he hadn’t just ruined you. He leans over, caging you in again with that sinful smirk on his lips.

      You glared at him, breathless. “Next time? You planning to flirt with more waitresses?”

      He grinned, teeth sharp.

      “Nope. But I am planning to get more ice cream.”

[bergilandbante]

(clip from a dmc panel around 2011)

dan giving us a demonstration of vergil's flirting skills (sound on)

[starlightanya0wsblog]

~Having an argument with Dante~

(Warning: slighty suggestive at the end!)

"You take that back!"

As usual, in the office could be only heard the banters of Y/N and Dante; just like any other day.

He chuckled, sitted there in his chair, feigning innocence.

"Hey now, I'm just being honest! Do you have any idea how annoying your rants are? It's like a non-stop flood of whining."

"If I'm so annoying then I won't come to bother you anymore!"

He laughs, shaking his head.

"C'mon now, don't be like that. I was just teasing you, you know that."

He sighed.

"You're so damn sensitive sometimes-"

"I'M NOT! YOU'RE SO- UGHH! I CAN'T STAND YOU WHEN YOU'RE LIKE THIS!"

She slammed the door angrily and got out of the room, her heavy footsteps could be still heard outside as she headed out.

Dante rolled his eyes, mumbling to himself.

"Great, now she's gone and got her panties in a twist. Can never win an argument with a woman."

*****

He was still sitting at his desk, bored out of his mind. After a while, he sighs, leaning back in his chair.

"Damnit... I miss that crazy woman..."

Suddenly, Dante hears a knock on his door, his smirk that before was gone immediately came back with confidence; fixing his hair and clothes and taking a deep breath, heading to the door.

"I know that's her. It has to be; after all, she can't resist me, can't she?"

He opened the door, leaning against the frame and looking at her with a smug smile.

"Well, look who it is. You finally come crawling back to your favourite guy, huh?"

There was standing Lady in front of him, with a confused expression.

"...Uh?"

Dante's smirk faded, a look of surprise spreading across his face as he takes in the fact that it was Lady.

"Lady...?"

He hadn't been expecting her, and a pang of disappointment hit him as he realized it wasn't Y/N.

"Yeah...? Were you expecting someone else?"

He quickly recovered his composure, shaking his head, smirking again.

"What? No. Yeah. I mean... nope. No one else."

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

"So, what brings you here, Lady?"

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

"...The job...?"

"Ah, of course. The job. Right. So, what is it? Demons causing trouble again?"

"Yeah... a client called remember? Trish is already waiting for us..."

She can sense something's wrong with Dante, he seemed weirder than usual.

He nods, a smirk playing on his lips as he grabs his coat.

"Yeah, yeah. Can't keep a pretty lady waiting, am I right?"

****

He stands in the center of the battlefield, breathing heavily. His jacket and hair are disheveled, his face smeared with blood. But despite his weary state, there's a gleam in his eyes as he surveys the aftermath.

"Well, that's that taken care of. Good work, Lady."

"Yeah yeah...You know... it's all day that you seem...weird."

Dante furrows his eyebrows, taken back by her observation.

"What do you mean 'weird'? I don't seem weird. I'm just tired from the fight. That's all."

"Well I mean you're always weird it's just a static fact but... you seem a little bit... off."

Dante shrugs, feigning nonchalance.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine."

He begins walking away, hoping she'll drop the subject.

"...Now that I think about it; before you seemed surprised to see me... like you actually were expecting someone else."

He froze for a moment, cursing silently under his breath, before continuing to walk.

"Don't be ridiculous. I wasn't expecting anyone else. You must have misunderstood Lady."

"Well, one thing that I know for sure is that you're always joking around and act stupid; but I understand when you'll acting stupid just to not think about something else."

Dante stopped, sighing in defeat. Damn it, she knew him too well.

"All right, all right. You want the truth? Yes, there was someone I was hoping to see."

"Let me guess... you had a fight with Y/N; didn't you?"

He nodded, his shoulders sagging.

"Yeah, we... had a little argument. But it wasn't my fault, believe me. She just can't handle being teased, that's all."

"Well... I saw her getting out of the office and she didn't seem very... pleased. So; is it because of how you put it: "she just can't handle being teased" or because she didn't felt heard?"

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

"I just teased her a bit, okay? I thought she'd find it funny but instead she got all pissy. She's too sensitive, that's her problem."

"Well; that perhaps may be true; though, don't you think you should... how to put it...?"

He frowned, looking at her with a mix of confusion and annoyance.

"You're starting to sound like a therapist now, you know that? Just say what you want to say."

"...Be less a jerk"

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

"Oh, come on. I'm not that big of a jerk. I was just messing around, having some fun. I didn't think she'd take it so seriously."

"You clearly don't know how to deal with women Dante; even though you're circondated by them."

He huffs in annoyance, leaning against a wall.

"Yeah, well, it's not my fault women are so damn complicated, alright? I don't get why they can't just take a joke."

"Well; I just said what I thought, the rest is your choice."

Dante grumbles under his breath, knowing she had a point but too stubborn to admit it.

"Fine, you're right. Maybe I was a bit of a jerk. But that doesn't change the fact that she's too damn sensitive."

"But you miss her, don't you?"

He looks away, his cheeks getting a little red.

"...Yeah, I do. I mean...we may fight and bicker, but that's just how we are. When she's not around, the office feels...empty."

Lady smiles, giving him a punch of encouragement.

"Then you know what to do already."

He rubs his shoulder, wincing at the punch but appreciating the gesture.

"Yeah, I do."

He gives her a playful salute, before heading to Y/N's house.

*****

He arrived at her house; with a pizza box in his hand.

"Here goes nothing..."

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Comin'!"

He waited anxiously, shifting from foot to foot. He was hoping she would at least hear him out. After a moment, the door opened, revealing Y/N.

Her smiled dropped seeing him, looking at him a little curious and a bit angry.

"Look who came all over the way here..."

"Yeah, it's me. Can I come in for a moment? I... need to talk to you."

She seemed to think about it for a moment, she sighs and makes him sign to enter.

The moment he steps inside, he feels a mix of gratefulness and nervousness as she lets him in. He closes the door behind him, holding up the pizza box.

"Hey, uh... I brought pizza. As a peace offering."

"..."

He fidgets awkwardly under her gaze, feeling the weight of her silence. He sets the pizza down on the nearest table, clearing his throat.

"Look... can we talk? Please? I need to get something off my chest."

She crosses her arms, looking at him and raising an eyebrow.

"Oh now you want to talk? I thought you finded me annoying."

"No, no, I don't find you annoying. I was just... messing around. But I took it too far and I hurt you. And for that, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a jerk, I'm sorry for calling you sensitive, I'm just... sorry, ok?"

She stays silent, listening to him with a certain focus.

"Look, the truth is... I miss you, alright? I miss our arguments, I miss your annoying little lectures, I miss having you around. You make the office bearable, dammit."

She smiled a little, and even if she was looking down, Dante still noticed it.

"So you miss me uh?"

He returns the smile, feeling relieved that she's starting to soften up.

"Yeah, I do. More than I care to admit."

He runs a hand through his hair, feeling a bit embarrassed.

She was still with her arms crossed, looking up at him. She smiled with a look full of affection.

"I forgive you; I can't stay mad for too long at you if you look at me like a sad puppy... after all, you even brought me pizza."

He laughs, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders.

"Ha, yeah, I guess I do have a knack for giving puppy-dog eyes."

He sat down on the couch, patting the spot beside him.

"C'mon, come here."

She couldn't contain her own excitement and hugged him tightly.

Dante is taken by surprise by the sudden hug, but he quickly embraces her back, a feeling of comfort and relief washing over him, taking in her wonderful perfume, oh god how missed that.

"Whoa, whoa, easy there, doll."

He laughs, holding her close and ruffling her hair affectionately.

"There's still something you need to do to be completely forgiven though."

"Oh, really now? And what's that sweetheart?"

"You haven't gave me a kiss yet"

He lets out a low whistle, pretending to be shocked.

"Oho, so that's how it is, huh? You're going to make me work for it, are you?"

He grins, pulling her closer, so their faces are only inches apart.

He gazes into her eyes for a moment, then cups her face in his hands, leaning forward slowly.

"You're such a demanding little devil, aren't you love?"

He whispers, his breath ghosting over her lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss.

She smiled in the kiss; if only he knew how much she also missed him...

His hands gets down to grab her ass, whispering to her ear.

"What about make-up sex love?"

He smirked while she was blushing heavily, sighing a little bit, but she would be lying if she would say that she didn't want it...♡

One thing's for sure; the pizza's was surely going to get cold.

[sparda-soully]

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

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

"The Umbre never fails!"

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♡ Dante Sparda ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♤ Vergil Sparda ♤

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

◇ Nero Sparda ◇

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♧ V ♧

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nonetheless, he felt a connection between you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear V,

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

Love, Your Favorite Witch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

¤《 Urizen 》¤

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(I'm not).

All rights reserved!! | Please do not steal, claim, or plagiarized this as I put a lot of effort into this | Dec. 11, 2024 | ©Sparda-Soully

[cupidscrule]

Why can't he kill my dad :(

[n30n-l1ghts]

I've seen a lot of posts saying that the Sparda boys are living heaters, but I feel like that doesn't quite make sense. No, I raise you. I think they run cold, hear me out.

I know that Makai/the demon world has multiple biomes, but we know at least one of them, the one that we play through in the game, is the fire hell. It would stand to reason that the Sparda boys would have a lower internal temperature and or be cold blooded to compensate for how damn hot it is. Also, their demon forms appear very reptilian. Of course, things work different in the demon world, but it could be safe to assume, that like reptiles, they could be cold blooded, which would mean in a cooler environment (like earth) they would be a lot colder. This is backed up by the fact that you almost always see the Sparda boys wearing their big ass coats. Nero even double layers a hoodie with his coat in dmc4, and they all keep their coats on regardless of season. In dmc5, Nero has a shirt and a sweater on underneath the coat.

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm overthinking it, but I think the Sparda boys are quite icy in the human world. And maybe I'm just biased since I like the cold better, but I feel like I'm into something.

P.S. V is not included since he's just straight up human, and also I wrote this while a little bit high 👍

[icycoldninja]

Helloooo I want size difference head cannons w sparda boys plz u.u

Yes!!!!!!

Sparda boys x Reader size difference headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is a pretty big, pretty buff dude and he knows it.

-He'll tease you by holding things out of your reach, purposely placing things on the top shelf, etc., just to mess with you.

-Sometimes makes you jump for things, treating you like a little struggling puppy.

-Can pick you up and toss you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and he will, regardless of how much you kick and flail.

-He loves picking you up and giving you piggy back rides. Even if it's an extremely childish thing to do, you guys still enjoy it.

-You will have to worry about losing circulation when you're cuddling as his sheer size can completely crush your small frame.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil torments you with his size, merely because it feeds his ego.

-He likes to watch you struggle to take things from him, wrap your arms all the way around his torso, and so on; it gives him a sick sense of satisfaction.

-He abuses his POWER by secretly placing items in high places when you're not looking, then gloatingly coming to your rescue when you need help that you otherwise wouldn't need had he not been so cruel.

-He definitely smothers you with hugs and crushes you with his weight to make up for that, though.

-He doesn't like carrying you around because he feels ridiculous, but when you beg with your pouty, puppy eyes, he crumbles.

-Ends up toting you around as if you were his child, and because of your size, from afar, people think you are.

□ Nero □

-Nero is big and strong, meanwhile you're small and cute. Nero feels so proud to be your big bad protector.

-He loves lifting you up and twirling you around every time he comes home from missions because it's so easy and it makes you so happy.

-He helps you when you need something from the top shelf, but unlike his father and uncle, he's no tease.

-He controls himself, not at all going power-crazy like his dear old Pops. No, Nero is a gentleman who uses his size to benefit the both of you, not just him.

-Is pretty awkward so he doesnt initiate physical contact much, but once you do, hugs and cuddles will immediately follow.

-Accidentally puts you in a chokehold when he's trying to wrap his arm around you, but don't worry, he doesn't squeeze. Much.

[ariseur]

haii!! so liek i actually have no idea if you still write for dmc, so im ssososoossoos sorry if u dont anymore!! bur if you do, can i request dante with a reader thats extremely sweet toothed n loves to bake!! thank yuuu (^з^)-☆

# the smell of sugar wafts in the air when dante gets out of the shower, rubbing his hair with a towel as he walks out into the kitchen to give you a proper greeting.

it’s a little funny to see him, you think; clad with a worn burger t-shirt with a few holes in the sleeves and sweatpants that hang low on his hips. the legendary devil hunter dante attired so lazily makes you crack a smile.

he gives a lopsided grin in your direction. “are those cookies i smell?” you blink up before you glance back down at the oven, the warm light is seen seeping through the racks in warped rays as it projects onto your legs. it’s a nice change compared to the coolness of the hardwood against your feet.

already having an assortment of other pastries on the table, you let your eyes linger a little too long at the brownies you had brought home before focusing back on the task at hand. dante gives an amused hum as he notices.

you give a soft noise in affirmation, the scraping of the whisk against the bowl fills the silence after. dante eyes the silver pot; brown dough peeking out of the top when you whisk a certain way.

“another batch?” he makes his way over with a stifled yawn.

“nero said he wanted some the other day — thought they tasted pretty good.”

he tilts his head back with a soft hand on your shoulder. “i tell you they taste good all the time,” he starts. “i don’t get an extra batch from my sexy baker lover?” he makes sure to purr that last part in as he leans closer, chuckling a bit when you roll your eyes.

“he works pretty hard considering his age,” you tut — and he almost sighs at the way you pull away to grab something out of a nearby drawer. your warmth still lingers in his palms.

“hey, i work hard too.”

“he’s seventeen.”

dante scoffs. “whatever, i’m twenty-nine.” he goes to sit at the table, eyes glued to you as you float around the kitchen from time to time, the dim light causing him to squint. you give him a look.

“i’m just saying,” he puts his hands up. “i could’ve run circles around that kid and more by the time i was his age.”

shaking your head, you nod at the containers at the table. “eat some brownies, dante.”

and as he picks up a small brownie (quick to catch the crumbs that fall because he knows he has to savor every last bit of it), he already anticipates the way it’ll melt on his tongue and he practically salivates. he pops it into his mouth and lolls his head back against the chair with a quiet groan.

you glance at him with a sweet smile as you pour the batter into a small tin. “good?” you ask.

the muffled sigh you get in response is more than enough of an answer. you shake your head with fondness before cursing yourself as you accidentally let some of it slip onto the counter.

dante can’t even hear your mutters as he’s quite literally in heaven. eyes half-lidded, he doesn’t bother to move his head as he just paws blindly at the table until another brownie is found.

even the boring moments are nice with you, he thinks. even while your hairs pinned back, flour on your cheek and a determined look on your face — dante can’t help but tilt his head towards you and see someone who’s worth the world.

𐙚 requests are open — january seventeenth, 2025

𐙚 taglist ; none yet for dmc

[pfpanimes]

⌕ devil may cry • dante.

♡ like or reblog if you save/use.

[shadowspice119]

Could you imagine either Dante or Vergil drinking from your neck like a vampire?

Dante or Vergil holding you close, pressed against him. One hand around your waist firmly, while the other is placed on the back of your neck, so you can't pull away from his fangs. Him growling at every whimper from your lips.

You are at his mercy but feel so safe and satisfied, fucking dripping with arousal at how sensual it is to have his fangs in your neck. That he shows his demonic side of partaking in your blood, and has claimed you in such a way.

Just imagine.

[ollieolliewrld]

How The DMC Men Enter Relationships (SFW)

How your relationship with the Sparda Trio start~ gn!reader

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Dante 

❥ How you meet

♡ You meet Dante late at night 

♡ You were both lonely and looking for a body to ease that pain

♡ He has no intentions of having feelings for you, and you were not looking for a relationship

♡ At first, all that is exchanged are first names and phone numbers 

♡ Conversation is limited to simple greetings and partings 

♡ The interactions are mainly physical 

❥ How the relationship begins

♡ As time goes on Dante begins to miss you when you leave and starts asking you to stay the night

♡ He starts to ask you about yourself, questioning about your hobbies and favorite foods

♡ As much as he does not want to admit it, he is starting to develop feelings for you

♡ He doesn't outright ask you to date him instead he asks if you would like to leave some things at his place 

♡ Late-night phone calls turn into him inviting you to dinner 

♡ After some time Trish refers to you as his s/o in conversation and Dante is taken back

♡ He hadn’t thought of it that way but you two are doing all of the relationship things, but more importantly, he really enjoyed hearing you referred to as his s/o

♡ A few days later Dante is lying in bed with you when he asks if you would like to put a label on things 

♡ He explains that he would like mutual commitment and to pursue a future with you but he understands if you want to keep things more casual

♡ Although he has no interest in anyone else and would not be ok if you were seeing other people no matter if there was a label or not 

♡ When you do agree to put a label on things Dante becomes a little cocky about now bringing you up specifically as his s/o in most conversations

❥ Early relationship dynamics

♡ Dante would want you to stay at home more, not locked in there or anything but more just not overworked

♡ He likes to come home to you, it brings him peace of mind and motivates him

♡ Small disagreements take place when you move in with him, Dante has never had a long-term serious relationship so he is unsure of how to split up housework and tasks like cooking

♡ Nothing ever gets too heated as he comes to an agreement with you pretty quickly

♡ He wants to be in charge of breakfast and dinner when he is home, but would really appreciate it if you could make dinner when he comes home late and you are already home

♡ It’s decided that you will both use Saturday as the day to get all of the house cleaning done together

♡ It takes about a month for you two to settle in together but once the adjustment period is over you two work fluidly together with very few arguments

Vergil

❥ How you meet

♡ He comes into your work by accident, he had no reason to be there but the rain outside was terrible and he wanted to find reprieve for just a moment to get himself together

♡ You very kindly offered him your umbrella seeing the state he was in

♡ Not being used to this kind of kindness he simply stares at you unsure of how to respond

♡ Silently he takes the umbrella and walks out 

♡ After this, he happens to wander into your workplace more often hoping to see you again

❥ How the relationship begins

♡ Vergil does not start the conversation but rather you do as you come up behind him

♡ You jokingly ask if he’s stalking you and his demeanor changes to be very flustered with a slight blush appearing across his cheeks 

♡ He stops coming to your workplace after this but you catch him reading a book in a park not too far away about a week later

♡ This time he begins with a simple hello

♡ To his surprise, the conversation flows very naturally and learns that you actually missed his random appearances at work

♡ Never did he expect to be able to talk to anyone like this, casually and freely

♡ Not knowing who he was and what he had been through allows him to start fresh not feeling any levels of judgment

♡ You two stay as friends for a while, he never makes a move as he does not want you to leave when he opens up to you

♡ After a few months, Vergil cannot keep secrets from you anymore and he finally tells you about who he is and what he has done expecting you to be scared and leave

♡ But you are not scared and when he turns to see your reaction you lean in to kiss him

♡ The feeling of your lips on his sets him free, he can finally be his entire self around you without fear

❥ Early relationship dynamics

♡ That day was the start of your romantic relationship, but Vergil does not like to refer to you as his s/o preferring terms like “My light” and “My love”

♡ You two would move in together shortly after that first kiss 

♡ A lot of time is spent teaching Vergil the ways of average human life 

♡ He enjoys taking care of the home and finds a passion for cooking 

♡ Doing things like furniture shopping brings him a lot of joy and finds it to be a very important time with you

♡ He likes to take you on dinner dates at nice restaurants and to museums 

♡ Overall the beginning of your relationship is pretty smooth the only potential issue being that Vergil is a bit reclusive not liking to be in very high-energy areas like a concert or club 

Nero

❥ How you meet

♡ Nero is still young and has not gotten the hang of relationships fully yet

♡ The dating world is still pretty new to him

♡ He meets you in the most cliche way, you were carrying boxes in your hands and Nero was sprinting around the corner knocking into you and sending the boxes to the ground

♡ Dropping what he was doing he cleans up your mess while apologizing and then turns to help you up but when his eyes met yours, the ability to speak the English language left him

♡ Stumbling over words he attempts to introduce himself not making a lot of progress

♡ With a smile you tell him your name and that he can make up for the incident by buying you a coffee

❥ How the relationship begins

♡ He is very nervous around you at first, before getting coffee with you the first time he changed his outfit three times and brushed his teeth twice

♡ Despite the nerves, he was able to talk to you and your sweet demeanor helped to calm him down

♡ You were kind and confident and that combo worked on him as he asked when he could see you again right after you both finished your drinks

♡ Nero is a very sweet guy making sure to hold doors open for you and following the sidewalk rule

♡ His age shows though when he tries to show off in front of you by doing things like attempting to do tricks on a random skateboard despite him having zero experience 

♡ Or telling you very over-the-top embellished stories about his Devil May Cry work

♡ After going out a few more times he asks if he can start calling you his s/o

♡ You agree and the smile that forms on his face tells you how long he has been waiting to ask you that

❥ Early relationship dynamics

♡ Neither of you are in a rush to move in together 

♡ Instead, it’s a lot of sleepovers and him tagging along to run errands with you

♡ Nero discovers that he enjoys going to stores like Target not looking to buy anything and instead just looking around

♡ He also loves to binge shows with you

♡ If you watch any level of reality TV, Nero will become the biggest fan but will deny it if you ever ask him

♡ Finds it romantic to know all of your orders at your favorite food places, Nero likes to surprise you with them whenever you are feeling sad

♡ Some fights happen when he has to leave for work, you don't want him to go and he doesn't want to leave you and because he is young the emotions are a little hard to navigate 

♡ But with proper and open communication these problems fade away

Author's note: This was so cute to write! I had a lot of fun taking my time with this and really feeling the characters out and I hope you all have fun reading it!

[emrldfox]

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