#he loves Dante so much it makes me sick

[asmidge]

Thinking about Randal Graves ouggh I’m sick. screaming crying etc etc I’m going to put my head through a wall thinking about him

[hohuios]

Tag drop: 2/2

[multi-fandom-imagine]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[vampiriccreature]

Dmc 3 Dantes design is AMAZING in a storytelling aspect but does NOT work outside of dmc3 AND I’M SICK OF SEEING IT USED IN CROSSOVER MEDIAS !!!!!!

Long ass yap under cut

Dante has always been one for over the top outfits and designs. In the dmc1 novel one of the first sentences is talking about how Dante is flamboyant. At the end of dmc3 we see he has his dmc1 outfit on with all the layers and vest and everything. NOT shirtless.

At the start of dmc3 bro was getting out of the shower, like you hear the water and the shower faucet. You see the water droplets and steam coming off of Dante. And when he answers the phone he says the shop isn’t open yet. Dude was having a lazy day.

Dante did not have time to put on a shirt, he wasn’t planning on going out anywhere or doing anything, he was just eating pizza and chilling. I see SO MANY people (including cannon media like the dmc3 manga) just assume he regularly does not wear a shirt…. like he does! he just didn’t have time to put one on before Arkhams bitchass showed up with his demons.

Don’t even get me started on those pants…. light brown has never been a part of Dante’s color scheme so light brown pants definitely seem weird right? Also he had no belt despite clearly needing one.

Like look at this render, you can see how far his hip is from his pants. He probably just threw on some old pair without thinking about it. And with no belt too, every other version of Dante has at LEAST one belt. So seeing Dante in light brown pants, alone with no belt is definitely strange.

Yet it WORKS SO WELL for the overall design in 3. Reducing the amount of black in his color scheme to better focus on the red and establish him as a much lighter character compared to Vergil ties in perfectly with the dark reflection trope Vergil and Dante play into.

The most iconic thing about Dantes design has always been that red coat. No argument there. So taking away the rest of Dantes more extravagant parts of his design to better focus on the coat is perfect especially for dmc3. Another thing that ties back into the dark reflection trope of Dantes and Vergil is that cutting down on Dantes design makes Vergil and Dantes personalities reflect in their designs so much more. Vergil is very well kept, with a much more complicated outfit and slicked back hair. So Dante being the opposite of that with a lack of shirt, pants that don’t match, no belt, etc. (while still being flamboyant with that red coat) shows their differences in maturity.

You look at this guy and you KNOW he put so much time and effort into his look. He exudes elegance and effort. Meanwhile Dante’s just thrown on a coat and called it a day.

My point is. This design is great for the storytelling aspect of dmc3 as well as the symbolism and metaphors in dmc3. However, we know Dante doesn’t usually dress like this. He wears shirts. So I get personally annoyed when I see Dante portrayed as that one dude who never wears a shirt. I head cannon that around the shop when he has nothing planned he won’t wear a shirt (saves money on the water bill cuz less laundry) but if he plans to go out or have the shop open or whatever, he’s putting on the full fit. Shirt, belt, coat, and plenty of other accessories.

Also here’s the second paragraph from the dmc1 novel cuz I just love how he’s described not only as flamboyant but also adorned with a lot of jewelry:

[philistiniphagottini]

Dante trying to convince you to stay and just be all domestic with him but you have work to do! (Patients to heal or even customers to serve!) but no.. dante needs you, he’s been gone on such a long mission of course he misses you!

-💧

Aww this was a really cute idea and I couldn't help myself and I had to write it as soon as I saw it. Thanks again for dropping by, I hope to see you again.

cw. fluff

The sound of your alarm blaring in the early hours of the morning immediately woke you from your slumber. With a heavy groan worming its way up your throat you blindly reached for your bedside table, snatching your phone as you silenced the annoying device. With a heavy sigh you rolled onto your back, letting your phone slip from your hand and be lost amidst the sea of blankets surrounding you. You dragged your hand down your face, rubbing your fingers under your tired eyes as they slowly fluttered open. You had to squint against the onslaught of warm rays of sunshine peeking through your curtains, your head twisting away from the light.

You came face to face with your bedfellow, the stubble of Dante’s beard scratching against your face as your nose pressed against his. A small smile tilted your lips as you huddled closer to him, his body heat enveloping you like the hot flames of a furnace. His lips parted around a heavy snore, the flames of his breath tickling your skin as a small chuckle bubbled up your throat. You flicked a few stray strands of his snowy white hair off his forehead, tucking the long strands behind his ear as he continued to sleep soundly, his snoring filling the empty silence of your shared bedroom. You could stay here for hours, simply watching his peaceful sleeping face and enveloped in his warm embrace. Maybe on a day you didn’t have to go to work, you silently mused.

With a wistful sigh breezing through your lips you had to make the mournful decision to part from your lover and start your day. As soon as you tried to pull away, you felt Dante’s arms coil tighter around your waist, cords of steel ensnared around your frame and refusing to budge. A disgruntled noise rumbled in your chest as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp, a frown tugging at your lips as you tried to pry his arms from around your waist.

"What the-"

Your words were abruptly cut off as an undignified shriek crawled out of the back of your throat when you were pulled further under Dante. He draped his body over you like a weighted blanket as he crawled on top of you, a groan tickling his throat as his grip became impossibly tighter. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as he inhaled deeply, lips ghosting over your throat when he spoke.

"No, don’t leave" he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

You groaned in response as he continued to nuzzle his face further into the side of your neck, mouth lazily dragging across your skin as his teeth caught in your flesh. You uselessly pushed your hands against his sturdy shoulders as you wriggled beneath him, lungs pinching in your chest as he slowly squeezed the air out of you.

"Dante, let me go" you complained. "I have to work."

Dante shook his head, peering up at you with lazy, blue eyes as a sad pout tugged at his lips.

"No babe, don’t go" he said, the edges of his voice tapering off in a whine. "Stay here with me."

An exasperated sigh tumbled from your mouth. "Dante, I would love to cuddle, but right now I have to get ready for work."

Yet he still refused to let go, redoubling his efforts as he tangled his legs with yours and further pinned you down to the mattress. Your options were limited and your chances of escape were slowly dwindling against his monstrous strength. A purr of content rumbled in his chest as you weaved your fingers in his hair and started tugging, threatening to pull tufts of his hair out from the roots.

"Dante" you tried again. "Move your fat ass."

"Come on babe, I haven’t seen you in days" he drawled. "I missed you so much. Can’t you call in sick so we can cuddle?"

You were starting to loose your will to fight against your boyfriend as he continued to talk, your grip in his hair becoming loose as his words drifted into your ears. Your shoulders slumped as you stared up at the ceiling, the gears in your head turning as you tried to think of a way out of the situation.

"I won’t be gone long; we can cuddle later" you offered.

Dante shook his head, resting his chin on your steadily rising chest as he stared at you with sad, blue eyes.

"Not the same" he argued. "Morning cuddles are better."

You rolled your eyes so hard you thought they were going to disappear into the back of your head.

"Other people need me too, you know" you stated.

"But I need you more" Dante shot back, arms squeezing your waist so tight you almost choked on your breath.

With a weary sigh you grabbed Dante’s face, cheeks resting in the warm palms of your hands as your fingers pinched his skin. You pulled on his face until the skin turned red, his nose scrunching up as a soft noise of protest wafted through his parted lips.

"You’re difficult."

"I know."

At this point, you stopped struggling beneath him, the will to fight slowly dissipating against Dante’s selfish stubbornness. He really didn’t want to let you go and if you were being honest, you didn’t really want to go either. With a thoughtful hum you released Dante’s face, your hands delving between the sheets as his hands came to rest on your hips.

"Where’s my phone. I need to call in" you mumbled beneath your breath.

A cat like smile stretched his lips, his eyes shimmering with the flames of victory as you searched for your discarded phone.

"Calling in sick?" he teased.

"No, I’ll just tell work that I need to take care of my big, stupid baby."

Dante gasped in feigned, abject horror. You squealed as he dug his fingers into your sides, jamming his digits into your ribs as he tickled the sensitive skin of your torso.

"I’m a what? Care to repeat that?"

"Mercy Dante, I was joking" you wheezed, trying to swallow your horrible bouts of giggles that clawed at the back of your throat.

"Oh, you are so going to pay for that comment" Dante grinned, revelling in the sounds of your fits of laughter as you writhed beneath him.

So much for a peaceful morning.

[lxstfuleclipse]

Hello! May I please request Dante and Vergil (separately) taking care of their injured SO? Like reader got hurt on the mission and now have to stay in bed for some time, which they really hate. And that's where Sparda boys come to rescue!

Thanks ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

dante and vergil taking care of an injured s/o.

author’s note - i meant to post this weeks ago but finals got the best of me TvT. i hope you can still enjoy this!

cw: mentions of blood and bodily injury!

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“Seriously, I’m fine! It doesn’t even hurt that bad — DAMN!”

“Oh? I thought it didn’t hurt?” He chuckled with that dumb smirk that you were ready to smack off his face as he inspected your wounds.

“It could’ve been a lot worse than this, just kick back and let me take care of you, hon.”

You both just got home from a pretty exhausting mission, everything was almost going smoothly in the end until a demon got the brightest of ideas to attack you, definitely roughing you up as you fought back. It’s last moments alive was you emptying your clips into it while shouting every curse word known to man, putting expletives together that were so crude it was shocking, then Dante started to smell blood.

You tried to brush it off, saying it was just a scratch when Dante protested, wanting you off your feet so he could check the damage done.

He got you on the sofa as soon as you walked back into the shop, getting the first aid once he helped you out of your jacket.

You let out a deep sigh as he cleaned your wounds, letting out an occasional pained hiss when something definitely stung. But, you couldn’t help but feel. . really grateful when Dante was here to take such good care of you like this, so caring and protective, only wanting the best for you. As much of a goofball he was sometimes, under that surface, he was always worried sick for you. You loved him when he thought that he’d never find it, and he’d be damned if he lost you.

“At least nothing is broken, but you should still take it easy for a little while to be safe. Think of it as a nice stay-at-home vacation, you’ll get the full royal treatment.” He said with a grin as he finished patching you up, laying you down to rest on the sofa, your head in his lap as he sat with you.

“Royal treatment, my ass.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “If that’s the case, I might as well get a bell to ring so you can come to my every need.” You joked, sighing as you got comfortable.

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll do that and more.” He chuckled, that grin growing wider as he bounced his eyebrows, making you laugh and weakly shove his face to the side at that stupid innuendo.

You loved this idiot. Although a bummer, the thought of just staying home to relax would be bette than you thought since you’ve been putting yourself to work more than usual. The bills wouldn’t pay themselves, but, as much as you hated it, staying home with your charming and caring boyfriend sounded like the dream.

【 V E R G I L 】

“Vergil, I promise it’s fine!”

“Lie still.”

During your mission, you ended up spraining your ankle and getting a few scratches and bruises while you fought off demons. You were trying to help out Vergil, it was so alarming how all those demons began to gang up on him. You thought you were going to lose him, you wanted to help and that’s what you did.

It felt so strange to Vergil still, despite how long you’ve been together and fought together at each other’s side. The thought of someone wanting to protect him, who was worried for his well being was something that he was still believing, but it felt. . good. Someone cared for him, loved him enough. He was just angry that he let himself get so distracted that you were hurt.

He basically demanded that you stayed in bed until you were better, wanting to look after you. He was able to get some swelling down, cleaning your cuts and holding an ice pack to your bruises.

“Vergil, you didn’t have to do all this y’know. I didn’t mean to make it a big deal.” You spoke softly, wincing as he dabbed rubbing alcohol against your last cut before placing a bandage over it.

“I want to. I shouldn’t have let myself lose concentration, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt if I were more aware.” He spoke, putting the rest of the materials back into the first aid kit. You didn’t know how long he was beating himself up over it but you could tell.

“It’s not your fault, I wasn’t being as careful as I thought I was. I got worried about you and. . I was scared that I was gonna lose you. I let my thoughts get the best of me.” You spoke softly, sighing as you held his hand, gently brushing your thumb against his knuckles.

“But, if I lost you. . I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. I never thought that I’d ever meet someone so caring and loving towards me, I didn’t think that I was capable of earning such a thing. I love you, my sweet sparrow, and I wouldn’t dare let anything else harm you ever again.” He spoke, bringing your hand to his lips.

You couldn’t even fathom how much you loved this man, you were so grateful to have him at your side. You didn’t bother protesting, and happily stayed in bed, putting his mind at ease as he took care of you, attending to your every need. He laid next to you, allowing you to rest against him as he read poetry to you.

You gave into his soothing voice, your eyes feeling heavy as you nuzzled into his shoulder and soon enough, you were sound asleep. Vergil looked down at you, a small smiling tugging at the corners of his lips as he pressed a soft kiss against your forehead.

“Sleep well, my sparrow.”

【 REBLOGS APPRECIATED! 】

[dev-mars]

MCD Little Details and Plot Points I Forgot pt. 2

Season one, around episode 84 to 94?

(basically my thoughts and notes about the series)

• Garroth says that he’s feels as though Laurance is like his brother and he was never able to experience this type of relationship with his own brothers (although he only mentions Zane so it makes me wonder if Jess hadn’t made Vylad his brother yet, or if talking about Vylad is too painful for Garroth.)

• Also, in my headcanon I feel like Garroth is developing feelings for Laurance and he tries to rationalize it as brotherhood. I feel like the monarchy that O’Kasis basically is, most likely prioritizes continuing the bloodline. Maybe this just started as a way of continuing Esmund’s legacy/power but as O’kasis became more powerful and corrupt it became more about creating dynasty that wouldn’t end. So gay relationships are probably frowned upon and personally I feel like at this point Garroth hadn’t considered being in relationship with a man and wasn’t fully aware it was an option. For me, I headcanon him as bisexual so possibly Garroth knew he was attracted to women and never thought more about his sexuality choosing to ignore any other feelings he had for anyone other than women.

• Anyway, Garroth then states that he hates seeing Laurance in pain from the Hayden’s death and feels like it might be worse than when he’s a shadow knight. Aphmau, of course, disagrees with this.

• Laurance struggling with his emotions while he thinks Hayden is dead shows the mental turmoil he’s experiencing as he balances his emotions as shadow knight.

• Aphmau inspects the crime scene so Laurance doesn’t have to see it. :((

• Laurance accidentally calls Aph “love” when he was exhausted. :((

• Laurance is able to sense when Aph is in danger? It happens twice the first time when they save Candenza and then when Aph is attacked by Aaron. It seems he just knows something is wrong and then just shows up.

Which is interesting considering that he and Aph seem to just have a connection since he became a shadow knight. Honestly, Laurance might’ve had some sort of untapped magicks before he was turned. Like when Laurance was stuck in the nether his image or consciousness was projected into the overworld and caused Levin to levitate/walk. That seems to be abnormal for when someone becomes a shadow knight. Maybe through coping with his transformation Laurance unknowingly manifested a bond/connection to Aphmau with whatever magical capacity he had.

Or, the bond was created simply because Aph is the person who Laurance must kill in order to become a fully fledged shadow knight. So Laurance then has a heightened sense of Aphmau’s status and location. Which, ironically, serves Laurance in being a better protector of Aph.

Ooor, even simpler, Laurance just has heightened senses in general and he’s always making sure Aph is alright using them and the Levin incident earlier in the season is irrelevant.

• Aphmau and Laurance have that hug moment in the woods outside of Phoenix Drop where he asks to always be by Aphmau’s side and earlier asks to keep Cadenza’s gift a secret.

• Aphmau chooses to keep both of these things a secret from Garroth, which he probably realizes he’s not being told everything that happened on the trip. Then Laurance wears a helmet for a couple days out of embarrassment. So, Garroth most likely thinks more happened between them than actually did. His jealousy probably started to grow more from this trip and he started feeling like he was being left out.

• Laurance asks Cadenza to watch over Garroth when they think he’s sick. :((((

• Laurance immediately steps up as head guard when everyone thinks Garroth is sick and makes sure everything is okay.

• Dante eats breakfast with Zoey and the kids and that’s the first time he’s been in her house. (I’m surprised how short of a time Dante has been in the series by the time we reach the end of season one, like as a kid I remember it being so much longer than it actually was.)

• Aaron second act as a character in the series is to threaten Aphmau and the village. (I’m so sorry to the Aaron stans out there but I can’t stand his ass and I can see the vision Jess was trying to go for but his character development was just everyone outside of him acting out of character).

Like I love a good “enemies to lovers” trope but Aaron pointing a sword to Aphmau’s throat wasn’t that. When something like that usually happens it’s like omg they have so much tension and they cross swords a couple times then they have dramatic banter that lets you feel that they’re is something more to their relationship than “enemies.”

Instead, we have Aaron knocking Aphmau over then pointing a sword to her throat. Then he threatens to kill her because he assumes without knowing her that she’s a selfish lord and only lets her live because she also hates Zane. But, he forces Aphmau to not tell anyone he’s there or else she’ll be putting her entire village in danger. HE IS QUITE LITERALLY CAMPED A SHORT WALK FROM APHMAU’S HOUSE WHERE SHE AND HER CHILDREN SLEEP EVERY NIGHT. That’s awful, man. Jess acts this out by constantly touching her throat so it’s kind of reasonable to assume that if they weren’t blocks the sword was probably directly pressed to Aphmau’s neck. Like I know, Aaron really isn’t that bad and he wasn’t talking about HIM hurting the village. He was actually talking about other people who after the pendent and this would put the village in danger. But, as the viewer and someone who’s seen the series before I have that knowledge as an outsider. While Aphmau in that scene only has the knowledge that if she’s says something wrong or lets other people know he’s here it will put everyone in danger.

Like Laurance comes up to Aph immediately after it happens because he felt she was in danger. He says she looks pale, distressed, and asks her if she’s been crying!!! Aphmau was terrified for her safety. That’s not a good beginning to a romance in my book! If the scene was framed differently where Aph had some autonomy in that scene like maybe she defends herself from Aaron then they begrudgingly come to agreement that he can stay that would be different. But instead he demands that Aph doesn’t tells anyone or else she’s in danger along with her loved ones. Anyway, I dislike this scene and Jess probably would have retconned it if she got to that point in Rebirth.

• Moving on! Laurance checks her temperature and makes sure she’s okay. He even tells her that he can carry her home if she’s too tired. Then he even takes the wood that she gathered and finishes the task for her so she can go home to her boys!

• Then, Malachi immediately blows up and Zoey cries because she feels like she’s a bad mom (even though she’s quite literally raising Aph’s kids for her but Zoey’s got trauma so I get it.) Aphmau reminds her that’s she apart of the family and isn’t upset with her. I love them so much!

[cypheroo]

How they care | Laurence Zvhal and Garroth Ro'Meave ~ ♡

"Cyph your favorite star is reporting from tge trenches (im sick) can I request a sick reader comfort with the boys™️ (Laurance and/or Garroth) idc which versuon also did yu see the s7 thing?"

Tw : Curse words. Spelling mistakes 😭 can be platonic or romantic?

Word count : 763

AN : HIIII! OMG OMG GET WELL SOON! I hope I finished writing this when you felt a little better! Super sorry on the wait again omg but! My thoughts on the new season are super weird bc like wooo! Nice amazing to it! And I'm glad that aph has cleared up (and will clear up) some stuff! Makes me feel better! also I SAW SOMEWHERE THAT LAURENCES VA SEBASTIAN TODD MUGHT COME BACK TO VOICE LAURENCE! AHHH THATS SO EXCITING FOR ME! outside of that, I'm happy that we are getting an ending! I haven't always loved jess but I will respect her for giving us these characters that sure aren't perfect but we love! Happy to see how she ends it and if her channel will change? (Probs not but I can dream) what do you think?

Garroth had been worried sick over you. Had you overworked yourself again? Maybe he hadn't been helping you as much as he should've been doing? Good god he needed to finish this paperwork. He really needed to make sure you were ok. He WANTED to race to your home as soon as he had heard, but he couldn't leave without feeling bad of not finishing his duty for the night, hell hed usually feel bad for even leaving the post especially at night, but you…you were so important, he knew he could trust laurence, dante, all of them to handle it for a night so he could make sure you were alright.

Immediately he rushed out of the guardpost. And immediately to your home. You had given him a key to your home so after he knocked he let himself in. He slowly walked up the stairs and once he saw you laying in your bed, sick and looking weak, he visibly tensed, he continued and before he could come to your rescue Laurence cleared his throat. “Aren't you supposed to be on watch?” Laurence raised a brow. Garroth was taken aback, he didn't even see Laurence in the cloud of his worry, “could say the same about you” the blonde responded with a soft huff.

Laurence rushed over almost immediately, he wasn't doing anything important so it was quite easy to slip away and visit you, there was no way in irene he wouldn't, you were home alone most of the time, who would make sure you didn't lift a finger? Well Laurence couldn't let that slide, so he spent most of his afternoon waiting on you hand and foot. Refilling water, Letting air in, distracting you (he doesn't want you to have any stress at this moment) in any way he could. It was later in the evening but when he saw garroth walk up the stairs laurence didn't know how to feel about seeing the blonde, yes it was nice to know garroth cared as much as he did, but it was so late at night? What was he supposed to help with this late at night?

You let out a soft laugh before sneezing, groaning after which both of the boys immediately looked at you, eyes filled with worry and willingness to run across the world if you so asked for it. But when you simply explained it was a cold that would be away within a few days it was clear these two would have none of that.

So instead of both of those goofballs taking care of you at the same time, they choose to instead switch, one day was garroth and the other was laurence, both would make sure the growing town of phoenix drop would be safe, but would also know you'd be alright and safe.

GARROTH :

- He's actually really careful when it comes to repeating sounds, loud sudden noises, and agitating sounds its odd sure but its something hes sensitive to when hes sick.

- A little careful about getting sick for like…just the first hour. But after he's in all honestly just took a bit to fully accept the costs.

- Makes soup and tea fucking immaculately, oh my god. Ask him to make that and goddess it'll taste so good it's like irene made it herself.

- He is the type to rest his hand on your head any chance he gets. He just likes to keep a feel of how warm you are. Although he feels slightly bad for his rough hands meeting your skin

- In all honesty, I don't think he's totally used to or knows how to take care of someone in such a vulnerable state like this, so as much as he's trying, he understands he may not be the best

LAURENCE :

- Pretty laid back but picks up on what you do and don't want him to do pretty quickly. Don't want him to.

- He seems like a quiet caregiver. Careful to not overwhelm you, he’ll clean around the room a bit to help out if you'll allow him.

- If you're comfortable with it he does personally find it helpful when someones talking to him when he's sick, so if you're ok with it, he's more than willing to sit down and ramble softly so you can doze off.

- He prefers to use a rag to help your face, a cool towel to help relax your heated body, or a warm towel if you are cold.

- He uses a lot of tactics he was personally raised with. Things that originally brought him comfort in hopes that they can help you too!

[the-catmans-offical-2]

I wanna ramble about Ed/Wrath (Wrathfull) so much so I'm gonna.

A lotta people I've met have been seeing Wrath as related to the Elric brothers bc of his relationship to Sloth - but I gotta say that I personally don't agree with this.

Yes, Wrath does later state in episode 47 (before killing Lust) that he's going to take everything Edward loves (even though he doesn't want Al, he doesn't want Winry, he doesn't want anything - except Ed's limbs/body and a maternal figure.) Yes, Wrath clings to Sloth, calls her mommy/mama and sees her as his genuine mother.

But you HAVE TO realize it's not reciprocated, and even then - a clear point shown with the homunculi - she's *not* Trisha. She is, but she isn't; She once was, but is no longer her. Just like how Lust is no longer that Ishbalan woman that Scar's older brother once loved, just like how Wrath is no longer that infant Izumi miscarried. The homunculi were ONCE human, ONCE those those people - but they aren't anymore. Anyway, back onto the topic at hand, Sloth doesn't feel any maternal love, she doesn't allow herself to express it nor feel it; A huge part of her character is being apathetic, is changing herself and not allowing herself to chase the frivolous dream of being who she once was - which was a loving mother.

Sure, she let's Wrath hang off her and depend on her - but that's probably to help keep him in check so he'll listen better to Dante and whatnot, because she can easily ACT maternal, but not express it.

So yeah, that's my clarification. Ed and Wrath (And Wrath and Al) aren't related in anyway (even if Wrath did say "she was your mama too", in ep 48 after Sloth was killed and Al was kidnapped).

Also, as an additional clarification - yes, as I've posted before, I do genuinely think that Wrath ages. So in CoS he'd of been 17-18, and in the end of 03 he'd be 14-15. (Ed is 18 in CoS, and 15-16 at the end of 03.)

NOW, with all of that out of the way, here's why I ship this ship; And why I think I may be one of the only people that ship it.

THEIR FUCKING RIVALRY IS AMAZING; This may honestly be one of the only ships I ship that involves them being straight up rivals. They hate each other (or so they think?) - Wrath wants to deprive Ed of his limbs, while Ed just wants his limbs back and deprive Wrath of his (temporarily.)

They're two sides of the same coin, their goals are similar - to regain or gain human body parts in order to complete their individual goals; They both yearn for maternal love, they both are just kids.

But unlike Ed, Wrath is playful and childish - Ed had to grow up fast in order to survive and take care of his brother.

But unlike Wrath, Ed isn't as carefree and trusting to the world.

I dunno, they're just so UGH they make me sick.

Ed clearly is unsure of how he feels about Wrath - at first he's jumping on him and fighting him for answers, being aggressive and trying to kill him, and then he seems to just give up on that; He let's Wrath throw him around, punch him and strangle him. He let's Wrath scream and yell, and cry. He even catches Wrath and gives him a look over after Envy kicks him in the warehouse!! AND on top of that, his reaction to Wrath's death in CoS hits me HARD.

In this scene, I'll maybe get the specific translation later, Ed remarks about how he's surprised that Al got out of the underground city - and Al replies that Wrath showed him the way out, to which Edward questions by saying Wrath's name and Alphonse simply says that he used Wrath to open the Gate on his side. LOOK AT THE DESPAIR HE HAS; And yes, this could be just at the fact Al had to take a life - something Ed never wanted Al to have to do - but I see it as both. ESPECIALLY WHEN ED BRINGS UP WRATH LATER.

Meanwhile, Wrath seemed fearful of Ed at first - likely due to how he'd attack him at first and question him so aggressively - and then calm around him; Before reciprocating Ed's violent behavior. That violent behavior then turning to grief and despair, before Wrath seemed to become an ally for Ed a bit too late - hell, he was fucking SHOCKED when Ed died.

In this scene he only said "he's.. Dead" in the English dub - and he sounded so sad :( Then in CoS, as we all know, he tells Alphonse that he doesn't want to see him sacrifice his life for Ed's again - and very likely doesn't ever want to see the reverse again! I don't think Wrath was solely upset about Sloth during the whole four/three years before CoS took place - especially since he begins to miss Izumi - I think he was absolutely fucked up about Ed. ESPECIALLY SINCE he and Rosé were the last to see Ed alive, they didn't try to stop him, Wrath couldn't bc he was down two limbs and Rosé had to get her baby out of there and Wrath - it must of broken their hearts :(

But yeah! I ship them, and I have never seen any fanart of Ed and Wrath being shipped together, never seen any fanfics - and this really, really surprised me ngl.

If anyone ever does see ship content of them please lmk!! It'd be very much appreciated, I will go insane.

Uhh, that's all I gotta say ngl. If anyone has any questions just ask, my ask box is always open.

[avelera]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Ooh, thank you for this! As for tagging onward, I'm terrible at picking people and I hate to impose, so if you see this and want to fill it out just say I sent you ^^;;;

Giving Sanctuary: The Sandman, Dream/Hob, Canon Divergence AU. Basically, "What if Dream and Hob got together in 1689 when Hob was at his lowest and they bonded over the fact both of them have lost their sons?" Probably one of my most emotionally mature works, I poured a lot of my own meditations on life and grief into it, and it has some of the best dialogue I think I've written to date. I'm also quite proud that it's complete, lol, a running theme in this list.

The Only Way Out is Down: Pacific Rim, Newt/Hermann, post-Uprising but in an attempt to make sense of Uprising and add some depth and poetry to the years Newt and Hermann spent apart. Newt is trapped in a coma after the Precursors are destroyed and Hermann Drifts with him to try to wake him up. In the meantime, they pass through a mindscape inspired by Dante's Inferno, in which each of the 9 years they spent apart take on an aspect inspired by the Circles of Hell that they have to disrupt in order to move on to the next one. Basically a Newt Recovery fic that flips the script and explores how gut-wrenching and traumatizing those years would have been for both of them, but with a lot of humor and healing, this is not meant to be an angsty slog and some of my best comedy is in it too I think. Quite proud of how I interwove Dante's "Inferno" into the structure of the story, quite proud of the fact it's finished and novel-length, and I think I grew at writing character voices and sustaining them throughout a massively long fic with this one. I still jump to read any comments I get for this one because I'm so proud of it, you would not believe how much work went into it.

Prayers to Broken Stone: The Hobbit, Thorin/Bilbo, BotFA fixit in a way but we take the long way 'round. Dragon Sickness literally turns Thorin into a dragon and he and Bilbo need to survive being locked up alone inside Erebor long enough to find a cure for him, or else. The story is much more psychological than it may sound, it's much more about exploring Thorin's trauma through the lens of him turning into the creature he fears and loathes most in the world. Very proud of this fic since it's the first long fic I ever finished, it's the one that made me actually attend some highly competitive writing workshops since I finally felt like I had become a competent enough writer to be able to actually complete a novel. Also quite proud of the characterization, voices, and mythology created for this one.

Shanghaied: Pacific Rim, Newt/Hermann, post-Uprising again. Post-recovery fic, Newt returns to Shanghai where he was held captive by the Precursors for ten years and slowly spirals mentally when forced to confront the physical location of his torment once more, all while trying to put on a brave face for Hermann that only grows more manic as the night goes on. Still perhaps one of my most emotionally... sincere? works? It's the most based on personal experience during a bad time in my life but translated into a flavor of angst I don't see as much of in fic, it's probably one of my more literary pieces in that respect? Anyway, I'm very proud of the maturity of emotion in this one so I always race to see any comments that get left on it.

5. Come live with me and be my love: The Sandman, Dream/Hob, alternate 1789 hookup. Dream loses a bet to Desire and must live for one year as a normal human, in this specific case, one year as the husband or wife of a human of his choosing, without almost any of his powers, in order to better understand how humans live. Dream chooses Hob as his spouse, naturally, since Hob is the least unbearable of humans and not mortal and therefore not in danger from him. Hob is only too glad to oblige but unfortunately, this means Dream has to pretend to be a woman in order for them to blend in, so shenanigans ensue. While this is still a WIP I do intend to return to it and I am massively proud of it. I think it's one of the works I've done the most worldbuilding for from scratch, in the sense that I had to quickly familiarize myself to a reasonable degree with early 1800s England, a period I'm not actually all that fond of in history (I'm not really an Austen or Bridgerton fan, to say the least). I think it has some of my most ambitious writing in terms of scope and scale and some of the more clever writing in terms of building tension and crafting original characters who lend realism to the setting without overwhelming the central, more important characters of Dream/Hob and their story.

[icycoldninja]

I have quite a dirty scenario so if u do mind, feel free to ignore:

It’s mating season and both the boys are quite hot and bothered, but it’s getting gradually worse when they’re around the reader as well ( they’re still in their crushing phase )

So one day, the ladies at DMC informed them that the reader have to take a few days off of work due to being “sick”. At first, they’re kind of worried fir the reader but chose to be respectful of her boundaries thinking she’s a big girl who can take care of herself now…but after a few days of not turning up at the shop, they got worried sick; thinking something must’ve happened to her so they ask one of the girls at the shop to cook them some chicken soup for reader before they head there

When they arrived at her home, they knocked a couple times but was met with silence. Reluctantly, they broke inside her home using a chimney/bathroom window, muttering how horrified she would be to see them in her home. While they’re secretly walking around her home, they heard what is secretly “pained grunts” so they rushed there, abt to charge into her room, thinking she might be injured but a creek to her room told them what they needed to know

The reader rutting against her pillow rather violently trying to get some tension off of her

It took them by surprise, thinking how the hell can you get that violent masturbating yourself when all of a sudden, she particularly triggered a spot that accidentally devil triggers herself

Now they’re ‘not so quietly’ mutter: “Ahh! So you’re a devil like me!”

And that quickly caught her attention, now they have a very awkward stare off with eachother, all hot and bothered:

Reader: *What the hell are you doing here? Did you just trespass?! Do you know I’m masturbating?!! Is that your boner?!!!*

Them: *Oh shit, how do I explain to her I’m not actually trespassing when I’m actually trespassing? Are you masturbating?! Did you just devil trigger mid getting off?!! Did I just pop a boner?!!!

Dante + Vergil x Devil!Reader mating season headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-It was mating season, the time when Dante found it nigh impossible to control his urges.

-He tried so very hard to keep his flustered nature hidden, but whenever he was around you, his long-time crush, this was a feat both risky and very difficult to pull off for extended periods of time.

-He got his relief a few days later when he was informed by the girls that you were taking some sick leave, though he was worried for your health.

-He has Trish whip up some chicken noodle soup, and after packing it in a thermos, he heads over to your house to deliver it, only to be met with no response upon knocking on the door.

-He was now very concerned, and while it was unethical, he decided to break into your home, just to make sure you were alright.

-Then he heard the noises, the sounds of what seemed like pained grunting. His heart going into overdrive, Dante raced up the stairs to your bedroom and flung open the door, only to find you violently rutting against your pillow.

-He was shocked, standing there in awe, watching you pleasure yourself so roughly. It looked like it felt so good.Dante immediately felt heat shoot into his dick once you hit a spot, moaned, and fucking devil triggered.

-Several emotions whirled through Dante's mind, the most prominent of them being his surprise when he discovered that you were a devil just like him! Insane! What made it better was that the creature you'd turned into looked like a freak that he'd love to fuck.

-He was so aroused, he didn't notice he was practically foaming at the mouth as he stood there in the doorway, watching you get off.

-You caught sight of him soon enough and stopped what you were doing to demand what the hell he was doing there, screaming about how he should at least have the decency to leave or to stand there quieter if he must watch.

-You also questioned him as to why he has a raging boner, which didn't shock Dante as much as you expected.

-Since the both of you were in heat, at the same place, at the same time, and had unannounced feelings for each other, Dante decided the best way to bond would be to walk into your room, shut and lock the door, then tear off his clothes and join you on the bed.

-In the heat of the moment, he forgot all about the thermos of soup he brought with him, which now lies on the floor, cold and congealing.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil was quite uncomfortable as it was demon mating season, the one time when his POWER and MOTIVATION could not save him from these debilitating urges.

-Being around you was no help either; his crush, which he had hidden for so long, was somehow amplified by his demonic hormones, making him blush furiously while in your presence.

-When the girls told him you'd taken the day off due to a sudden sickness, perhaps a common cold, Vergil was both relieved and concerned.

-He was relieved because now he didn't have to worry about his feelings getting out of control, but worried about your health.

-Eventually he decided to pay you a visit, taking with him some chicken noodle soup gifted to him by one of the girls, who precisely, he couldn't remember, for he didn't care.

-When he arrived at your house he discovered everything was locked down, like you weren't even home, but that couldn't be possible. You were definitely here, he just knew.

-Not knowing what else to do, he used the Yamato to slice a portal into your living room, thus technically breaking and entering, and instantly picked up the sounds of grunting from your bedroom, possibly even pained grunting.

-Now fearing more for your health, Vergil hurried up the stairs and saw you rutting against your pillow through your open bedrom door.

-His first thought was, "That liar! She wasn't really sick after all, just slacking off and saying she was to take time off from work all so she could masturbate!"

-At that precise moment, you hit a spot that felt amazing and ended up devil triggering, noticing Vergil standing in the doorway mere seconds after.

-You had a very uncomfortable staring contest for a while, before you started screaming at him, demanding to know what he was doing there, how long he'd been watching, why he was watching, and why he had a massive boner.

-He debated answering you for a little while, but eventually decided that since you and he were both apparently of the same species and were both affected by mating season hormones, why not ease each other's troubles right here and now?

-Besides, this way he would have an easier time admitting his crush on you.

[rosemary03]

Do you have any headcanons of Dante (either sfw or nsfw) with a s/o who’s just as much of a badass devil hunter as him? I’m interested to see what ideas you come up with

I'm not very good at sfw but I did what I could haha, I hope you like this ;)

Well, honestly, I think he totally agrees with that, he thinks it's great to have someone with the same level of combat and power, in that case, if he feels too lazy to go on a mission, he'll ask you to go, making excuses. like he's too sick to go out (only if you refuse to go)

“god (name) are you really going to let me fight a very strong demon and get hurt? What happens if I die? No no no no, what a bad friend you are!"

“Please you have to go, you wonderful and incredibly strong woman you can! Divine and beautiful entity and being of light! Go for them!" and a big smile graces his face when he says this, you almost forget he's sick. He's also curious about what techniques you use, whether you're a demon like him or not, sometimes he just likes to watch in a corner while you fight, he'd obviously be alert and ready in case the demon tries to land a lucky strike on you.

But even if you are very strong, he will still protect you, no matter what.

So...NSFW

He has two sides here, he allows himself to be taken care of (or mistreated) by you or he tries to dominate you, there is no more.

If you decide to take care of him, he will be delighted, your touches, caresses and kisses adorning his skin, the way your hands work on his member, and little by little you satisfy each of his needs and desires.

You would be on top of him moving your hips slowly taking all his hard length, he's being lazy so let you do the work for him, but he can't help but touch you, and from time to time play with your clit, yes, he wants to be taken care of but he also loves to see how excited you are, he wants to hear you and make the same sounds that you make dante yell.

Or there are times when he plays dumb, hugs you and you just think he's being clingy to you but he enjoys having your strong arms around him, he would pull you even closer to feel how hard he is, sometimes he makes you mad at purpose for you to punish him, oh yes, he loves to be punished by you, he likes almost everything, do you want to mistreat him? Perfect, do you want to take care of it? Fuck yeah, you want him to take control? With pleasure, even though it doesn't matter how dominant you are with him, he will always want your pleasure before his, well, only sometimes. He likes that you use him as much as you please, it's an honor for him, he might make fun of you after showing the marks you leave on his body or saying that he's a good boy outside of sex.

and well I honestly think that this is not something he does just because you are a strong devil hunter like him, even if you were like a little mouse he would love to do these things

[calbeloved]

have this little thing about dante and leo from my au i have yet to put into actual words and out of my head. gal's here too cause i love him <333

Dante places his hand on Leo's cheek. He makes an effort to keep them still and to not press too hard; Leo will not be able to pull away, even if it will hurt him. He breathes slowly and consistently. There's no reason not to. Leo copies him. Or maybe he is copying Leo- he has been the one breathing almost mechanically perfect for the last two weeks now, while Dante was… not. Panic attacks and shortness of breath and holding it and the attacks of coughing… He tries, but trying is often far from enough.

He slides down his hand further down, passing by the pulse point – still beating, good, but at the same time, it stays unchanging; follows a rhythm and doesn't flutter when Dante reaches out and ghosts his fingers over the skin. It hasn't for a long time, even before all this.

He tries to ignore it. Pretend that it doesn't make his heart skip a beat and ache- that it doesn't make him sick to his stomach.

The hand moves down, breaking contact with skin and instead pausing in the middle of the gray shirt. Leo had never bothered to change his clothes, especially after… after Dante was told everything. It was him that used to nag Leo about it. They used to go shopping together, when money finally was enough to do so. Before Leo left, of course. Now he just stands here. Unmoving. Just breathing, yet not quite alive.

The tattoos covering his skin are hidden under the shirt, yet Dante remembers well enough (perfectly, he can never forget, he was there) where they are for it to hurt. His hand moves as the lungs inside Leo's body expand and compress, unchanging. Always the same, no matter what he does. The heart beats. He feels it thumping, and wonders if this is better than Leo dying.

Because… He's not here. He's not alive, not really.

(He hadn't been for a long time before this, too. Leo has never really been Leo, not when Dante knew him, anyway. And yet it hurts. It hurts so much.)

But maybe it counts for something. He's here, after all. Dante visits and he sees Leo, and knows that his body will be safe, at the very least.

He cannot say the same for many people he loves. For any of them.

“Well? Can we go now? It's boring in here.”

Dante scowls.

“You could have a bit of respect, you know,” he mutters, yet moves away just the slightest bit. He turns his head and meets Gal's gaze; the man is raising an eyebrow and leaning on the wall with crossed arms.

Still, where Dante goes, Gal follows, so Dante looks back at Leo without much rush.

Gal scoffs. He doesn't move any closer, though, so he's not as impatient as he tries to pretend he is.

“He's my friend. You can wait 2 minutes.” Dante doesn't bring up that he himself was waiting for Gal to do his makeup for at least 20 minutes yesterday- Gal is surely aware he's referring to it.

“What-ever. He was my friend too, but you don't see me groveling at his feet, do you?”

Dante doesn't answer. He brings his hand up back to Leo's cheek and just tries not to think about hugging him. It sounds nice, but he knows not feeling Leo hugging him back would make him cry. He already feels unstable enough today. There's no need for that.

He just traces the bones under the skin and passes his fingers through Leo's hair and tries not to feel too sick that his friend doesn't react.

“...we should leave now, if we want to go to that store. The movie is starting soon.” Gal says eventually, and it sounds a bit more softer this time. Awkward, yes, but nice, nonetheless.

“Yeah.” Dante doesn't hug Leo. He stares into his eyes instead; those empty irises that don't focus on anything anymore. “Yeah.”

And so he leaves. Doesn't say anything as Gal nudges him to walk first. Doesn't think about the fact that he was supposed to watch this movie with Bea. Doesn't try his best to remember the last time Leo smiled at him- he cannot, because it's been too long.

He just reaches out his hand and waits until Gal grips it to dig his fingers into it. At least one person will stay. That's always something.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

because i’m missing my comfort people dennis and wifey 🥹 dennis leaving for work and wifey missing her boo 🥹 dennis coming home and comforting wifey with endless reassurance, kisses, and cuddles 🥹💙🫂

OMG, I love this idea, nonnie! I missed my Dennis asks!!! And this one had me bubbling! Have a very long drabble, or at least that’s what I’m calling it!

And Dennis is gonna be giving Wifey a little bit more than kisses and cuddles 🤗

Also, I'm only slightly sorry about giving your friends stripper names but I love these names too much.

You had it all planned—your first off day in weeks—and it was a Friday. You were dropping DJ off at daycare; you would meet up with Destiny for brunch and mimosas and Amber for gossip and girl talk at the nail salon before heading back to pick up your little man. You even patted your back for being so organized.

That is, until Friday morning rolls around. One by one, your previously planned activities fall off of your schedule.

Amber had been called into work, so she wouldn’t be able to accompany you.

Destiny ended up taking care of a sick child, and hearing the painful coughing on the phone cemented her plans for the day.

Even DJ didn’t want you to keep him out of daycare for the day. You thought he might want to spend the day with his lonely Mama. But he stood firm at the front door holding his jacket, knowing this was the time you usually left for school.

Helping him into his jacket, you couldn’t help but be happy that your baby boy likes going to daycare. But sometimes you just wanted him to be your little boy—let him fall asleep in your arms, hold his hand when he’s scared, or kiss him on the forehead in front of his friends.

But now he was such a big kid. Sure, he was three years old, and that’s not that big. But don’t go saying that to the parent of said child. And don’t say it to the kid either. They’ll both deny it. He’s a full adult with responsibilities and a Lightning McQueen wallet.

Your big kid wants you to let him get out of the car on his own, even though he can’t reach the ground if he were to open the door himself. He’s not big on getting walked to his classroom either.

But you get it. To him, this is the adult world. For all he knows, this is the same thing Daddy is doing right now. Putting away his lunch box and trying to figure out if he should play cars with Dante or color with Breanna.

You watch as he sits down next to a little girl with braids in her hair, and she turns to smile at him. He makes a face you’ve never seen him make before and it clicks. DJ has his first crush. And she’s adorable.

Ok, you can’t handle this right now. You decide to get a high-priced, too-sweet iced coffee and think about how it feels like your little boy is going to be moving out on his own soon, getting married, and having his own family. Sure, you’re getting ahead of yourself. But iced coffee is good for distracted thinking.

So distracted that you are surprised when your phone rings while you sit in the parking lot of the coffee shop but happy to see that it is Dennis. So happy to see Dennis’ name on your phone that you yelp in shock when you pick it up.

“Bubby! It’s so good to hear your voice,” you blurt, setting your sweet drink in a cup holder.

“It’s good to hear your voice too, sweetheart. I wanted to check in on you. Was DJ good about going into daycare?” he asks, you can hear him shuffling some papers around.

“I think he’s gonna be just fine. He’s got a girlfriend, and she’s pretty,” you lament.

“Ok, well, he gets his charm from you. We always said that,” Dennis pauses, a small chuckle escaping. “Are you sitting somewhere thinking about him as an adult? Like when he moves out and gets married and all that. Sweetheart, he is three years old. We got some time before we need to worry about that.”

“Den, you should have seen that little man. He had a whole personality. He’s a big kid now. I miss my baby boy,” you sniffle, wiping at your wet eyes.

“You know, we talked about this before, and I know I’m bringing this up at a very vulnerable time for you—”

“Dennis, just say it, baby,” you cut in.

“Why don’t we give him a little sister? And listen, hear me out—”

“How soon can you get home?” You interrupt Dennis again, and he’s not upset about it.

“Gimme twenty?” he guesses, somehow keeping himself calm through this.

“See you at home, Daddy,” you breathe, ending the call and driving yourself home.

You arrive home and see Dennis’ car already in the driveway. You park and enter the house, smiling when you see the lights are dim in the living room. Closing the door behind you, you find a sticky note that reads, “Come to the bedroom”.

You didn’t have to be told twice, shedding your clothes along the way. By the time you reach the bedroom, you are still in your underwear but not your bra. Relishing the view as you enter your room, you bite your lip in anticipation.

Dennis is lying against the pillows on your bed, unclothed except for his boxers. And if you had to put money on it, you guess he has been edging himself just thinking about you pregnant again.

“There’s my girl,” he purrs, his soothing baritone comforting your weary soul. He moves to stand up, but you put up a hand and usher him to stay in bed.

You tuck your thumbs in your underwear, pulling them down slowly so Dennis can watch. Then you move over to him, removing his boxers before fisting his cock and slowly pumping his length.

He grabs your arm, tugging you into bed with him. At first, he kisses your neck and over your collarbone. Moving to play with your breasts, he tongues at one nipple while fingering the other.

Picking his head up, he hovers over you and starts laughing.

“Ok, what happened?” you question, leaning up on your elbows.

“I was just thinking we’re so worried about our kid growing up too fast that we’re putting ourselves through it all over again. Willingly, I might add. We raced home to make a baby. Are we those people, sweetheart?” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your sternum.

“Oh, my God. I think we are those people. I want nothing more than you to give me another baby. I just want to create another little human with you. And DJ would make such a cute big brother,” you laugh-cry, pausing to wipe at your eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart. I want to create another little human with you, too,” he sighs, wiping your eyes and bringing your mouths together in a heated kiss. “Let’s make a baby.”

“Let’s make a baby!” you gush, tangling a hand in his dishwater blonde hair.

When you finally feel his length prodding at your entrance, you welcome him in then wrap your legs around his svelte waist. Once he bottoms out, you feel at peace for the first time all day long.

Dennis takes his time with you, doing most of the work. He presses kisses all along your neck and jaw, whispers the filthiest words in your ear, and thrusts into you without abandon.

He knows this moment is so precious—the making of your next child. But he also knows that this is the hottest thing he’s ever left work early for. So, you can bet he’s going to be putting in some effort.

He’s flipped you into more positions than you can count; you’re going to be feeling it for the next week or two. You’ve never felt more overwhelmed. Sex with the person you love to make a baby? The rumors are true. It’s awesome.

When Dennis feels that you’ve had enough orgasms, he settles in to chase his release. Locking eyes with you, he stares into your pretty orbs as you watch him fight to fill you to the brim.

“You ready for me, sweetheart? I’m so close. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rambles, so close to his peak that he could scream.

“I’m ready, bubby. Knock me up, already,” you goad, knowing full well that this man gets off on being teased.

“Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” he surmised, seeing the smug satisfaction on your face. “Shit, fuck. I’m gonna knock you up, sweetheart. Here it comes,” he trails off, shoving his head in the crook of your neck.

Between the loving nonsense Dennis is speaking into your skin and the lingering twitches of his shaft inside you, you are overwhelmed with emotional and physical stimulation.

Before you can get too comfortable, Dennis is rising and pulling out. He hooks an arm under your bent legs and sways them gently from side to side.

“I read that doing this helps the chances of conception,” Dennis deadpans when you look at him like he has three heads.

“You have been wanting another baby, haven’t you?” If you were a cartoon, your eyes would be popping out of their sockets in the shapes of hearts. To find out he has been reading about conception has you turning into a puddle of tears.

“Sweetheart, I’ve wanted another kid since DJ was still a newborn. Watching you with him is one of my greatest joys. The idea of getting to see it all over again? Like winning the lottery twice,” he beams.

And just like that, you feel warmth spread throughout your entire body.

You’ll go on and on telling both your obstetrician and your husband that you know the exact moment that Dennis made you pregnant. It wasn’t until looking over your period tracking and counting the days since your last missed period that they realized you were possibly right.

When the doctor places your little girl in your arms after nine long months of morning sickness, bloated feet, and heartburn, she instantly quiets down. She has powerful lungs, but as soon as she is laid across your chest, the urge to fuss is gone.

In terms of looks, she is a blob that poops and eats and sleeps. She’s a baby. But she’s your baby. You turn your head to look at Dennis. And of course, he is crying. Marveling at how her little hand grabs onto his finger.

While the doctors are taking care of your nether bits, you busy yourself with watching your husband coo at his new daughter. You’re reminded of when you watched him with DJ, and it gets to you. Making new memories with your family doesn’t mean the other ones get erased.

Just means you get more of them to choose from.

Once DJ is brought in to meet his new baby sister, it’s all over. That is HIS baby sister, and HE’S the big brother around these parts. He becomes the overprotective big brother within minutes of her being born.

She’s sure to love that in her teen years. But we aren’t there yet.

Let’s just focus on all the tiny baby socks and matching the kids’ outfits together, and Halloween is right around the corner. You would love to see everyone in a matching set of whatever you could get your hands on.

And just like you did with your first baby, you imagine them with their kids. Seeing them with their spouses, happy and full of love.

But for right now, in this specific moment, you can be grateful. You have your full house with your husband and your children; you are happy, and you feel loved.

[jeysmullet]

nick wayne x female reader?? nick has a huge crush on the reader who works as a backstage member (creative team) and darius, dante, and hook help him and her get together??

You’re the girl i want.

nick wayne X creative team!fem reader

this one may be a little short!

xoxo

Y/N L/N

“Y/n, i need you to go find Nick to tell him about the change of plans with his match tonight.”

I heard my boss, Tony, say while looking over the card for tonight.

“Okay, and just to be sure, you changed it so he’s winning tonight?”

I questioned, not wanting to tell Nick the wrong thing.

“Yep!”

“Okay, i’ll go tell him now!”

I said getting out of my chair and walking out the room.

Nick Wanye

I was sitting in catering with the Martin brothers and Tyler, while i was scrolling through her instagram again.

“Nick, what are you doing?”

I jumped a little as i heard Darius’s voice.

“I’m- uh-“

“He’s on Y/n’s instagram again.”

I got cut off as Tyler looked over at my phone.

“I am not, she posted last night and it showed up on my feed.”

I wasn’t lying, she did post about her birthday last night but i had already seen it. I was looking at it again.

@y/nusername

Finally 18🌹.

I mean who wouldn’t. she’s so beautiful.

“Nick!”

Oh shit. i swiped out of her account and put my phone on the table, looking back to where i heard her voice coming from.

“What’s up?”

i asked trying to keep my cool.

“Tony wanted me to tell you that your match got changed, you the one winning tonight.”

“Oh, thank you for the heads up!”

I said a little to happily for my liking.

I mentally facepalmed myself.

“Your welcome!”

She smiled at me and i felt like the whole world was frozen.

I smiled at her before she walked away.

I finally looked away from her and back to the boys.

I saw the 3 of them smiling for some reason.

“What?”

I asked squinting my eyes looking at them.

“You are such a love sick teenager.”

I heard Tyler say from beside me.

“I am not.”

I tried arguing back but i knew there was no point.

There was no point cause it was true.

“Just ask her out already.”

Dante said shaking his head.

“I would but-“

I couldn’t finish my sentence because a producer said my match was next.

I got up from the seat.

Y/N L/N

I was sitting at the table beside the gorilla helping Tony direct the show, when i saw Nick coming.

When he made it close to the table, he smiled at me.

I felt my face start heating up as i smile back at him.

“Good luck tonight.”

I shouted over the loudness of the backstage area.

“Thank you.”

I swore i saw him turn red but i’m probably tweaking.

His music hit and he smiled at me one more time before walking out.

I smiled shaking my head.

Half way through his match, i saw the Martin Brothers and Tyler come over towards me.

“Y/n, can we talk to you?”

I heard Tyler ask me.

I looked over to Tony, and he nodded.

I got up and moved around the table before i started following them.

“Is something wrong?”

I asked confused on why they suddenly needed to talk to me.

“To make a long story short, Nick likes you and he’s to much of a whimp to tell you.”

The youngest Martin brother tells me.

“Wait what?”

I muttered to myself confused.

“Wait do you not like him?”

Darius asked me.

“No, no, i do. I just thought he didn’t like me.”

I smiled.

“Thank god. Please ask that man on a lunch date or something.”

Dante said.

“Yeah, no offense to you, Y/n, but we’re tired of him talking about you all the time and not doing anything.”

Tyler added on to his younger friend.

“Okay! I will.”

I smiled walking away from them.

Another 10 minutes past after i got back to the table, when i heard Nick come backstage.

“Nick!”

I shouted to get his attention while walking towards him.

“What’s up?”

He asked turning around to meet my face.

“I was wondering if you maybe wanted to get lunch with me tomorrow?”

I smiled as i saw his face turn red.

“Uhm- y-yeah. I would love to.”

He said smiling.

“Okay, i’ll text you my number on instagram!”

I said before kissing him on the cheek and walking away from him back to the table.

“IM GOING ON A DATE WITH HER!”

I heard Nick yell from down the hall.

I smiled just shaking my head.

I am so excited for tomorrow.

XOXO

thank for reading🖤.

[4saken4gotten]

Head Canons For Dante From Devil May Cry

I think about Dante way too much so I thought I would share my thoughts on some head canons of my own. Especially since the fandom for me gets so fucking dryyyyyyy Like please, I need more content or I'm going to spontaneously combust and not even in a hot and sexy way. (Or it still will be I just wont feel like it, but looking like hell on wheels is the goal!) yes that was a Heathers reference don't come at me Am I cringe? Yes. Am I free? Yes. These are my SFW head canons for him! If I get to it I can make my NSFW head canons as well but we'll see about that. Gender Neutral Reader Pairing. For my bitches, bros and fellow nonbinary hoes. (My certification in making head canons is as follows: I have played DMC 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. I've read all the novels, and read 3 different fan translations of the novels we don't have official English translations for. I've watched the animated series at least 12 times and I've listened to all of the audio drama CD's. I have canon reasons for all my head canons but some of them are just little silly things because I brain rot. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.) I apologize in advanced for any typos and grammar mistakes and or just not making sense. I am dyslexic and autistic so I have a weird way of explaining things and will misspell basic words sometimes but I promise to do my best.

He's a big dork and his favorite thing to do is make his S/O laugh. Filling their soul with light is his favorite thing to do. teehee So he says the stupidest jokes to make them double over in laughter.

This is a bit of a double edged sword however since he uses humor and sarcasm as a major crutch / coping mechanism. He can be serious when the situation calls for it, but most of the time he doesn't want situations and mishaps to weigh on himself or those around him too heavily.

He's HELLA broke. So he'd take full advantage of free things to do like spending the night under the stars in a park after hours. Something that feels like "We aren't supposed to be out here!" but isn't really harmful / breaking the law.

I think he has some sort of collection of some sort. I think he collects seashells because they remind him of more serene times in his childhood. Probably hand sized conches or perhaps sand dollars (because its the only 'dollars' Lady cant swindle out of him ;u;)

Will die on the hill of pizza being a "balanced meal" insisting that it has all the important food groups therefore pizza is healthier than media wants people to think.

Despite his habits of leaving his pizza boxes about and letting Patty clean up after him- his own personal hygiene is actually really important to him. He always makes sure to take a shower after he gets back from every mission.

He honestly cant stand the scent of demon blood on him, it makes him a little anxious because it takes him back to the night of the fire / attack every time. (babyyyy boyyyyyyyyyyyy)

His love language is physical touch (giving) and acts of service (receiving). When he gets more comfortable with you, he's got some part of him touching you at all times: a thigh pressed against yours, a gentle hand around your shoulders or the small of your back, insistent on you laying on his shoulder or in his lap if you're tired. He'll be super appreciative of you organizing things when his mind gets too jumbled or he's just brooding.

I'm sick of people calling him lazy. I don't think he doesn't clean up because he doesn't want to- I think he's just overwhelmed most of the time / overstimulated to do anything if he's not in battle.

I strongly feel like he has some sort of ADHD, Depression and CPTSD due to his trauma. (Losing / killing his brother several times, his mother being killed, his father up and disappearing one day, losing his found family repeatedly: Grue, Nell, Jessica... etc)

He'd probably be super understanding of a neurodivergent s/o and be more than happy to "parallel play" in the shop. He reads his magazines on the couch with you while you read a book. Or he'll try to get some semblance of work done at his desk on the occasion while you watch your favorite tv show.