#vergil says hello

[xx-vergil-xx]

Can I ask what pushed you to end Hounds the way you did? It's a fantastic ending, but I'm curious. I expected the Fates to revive Dream, or allow him to inhabit a new form (such as one made by Daniel, so that Dream becomes a dreamthing), etc. But instead, his death is made to have never happened. Which makes it partly feels like Hob's whole road trip journey was for nothing since he lost all those memories and connections with Matthew, the Corinthian, Delirium, Despair, Desire, Death, etc. (thank god he kept the farmhouse). But it's almost like he traded all those memories and connections for Dream. Unless I missed something while reading (I was crying very hard).

Again, fantastic ending, and I'm also glad it's a happy ending. But I'm curious as to why you didn't go in the other direction

howdy! thanks very much for the ask — an excellent query, one which i’m happy to answer

(verg of the future: this answer ended up long! there’s a short form at the top here and at the end <3)

in brief: he did make that trade you described! but not strictly for dream — it was the price of swapping genres!

an explanation:

what i had in mind while planning and writing was less the idea of erasure of prior narrative action and more a subversion of the expected genre, in particular the genre tropes that follow dream in the original arc of the comics, where his story is very classically tragic (with the understood weaving of hob into that tragedy, this being a dream/hob telling and all)

for reference, i also drew a lot of inspiration for hob’s road trip odyssey from the aeneid, an epic that is, yes, about the founding of rome but also (at least to my reading) a fundamental tragedy — the cost of founding rome is aeneas’ home, many of his friends, much of his core family, and the very end of the story is not some victorious depiction of the glory of rome to be (which we do get earlier in the book, with the ekphrasis on his shield) but aeneas, overcome with fury and loss, killing a man who begs his mercy. i’ve always felt that the aeneid, while certainly stepped in the expected amount of roman nationalism, is centrally about a single man and his singular suffering as an instrument of higher destiny.

i wanted to model hob’s arc around the aeneid (minus, y’know, some of the chunks that are strictly battle sequences <3) both because intertextuality is a huge part of how i wanted to handle hounds (story about stories, made of other stories, etc), but also because hob and aeneas are fundamentally parallel characters — nomads with exceptional ordinances, permanently displaced by the passing whims of higher powers, men who are made to reckon with both extraordinary wonder and extraordinary tragedy regularly while still, at their core, just being human. that’s what makes aeneas so compelling — he’s just a man. and so is our beloved hob — that’s his whole thing, his whole narrative function and his whole central ideal, humanity

so then, approaching hounds with both the thought of the sandman’s original tragic contours (see: the whole lead-in to daniel. christ above is the way that goes devastating to read) and the man vs fate core of the aeneid, i was considering a lot of things about how to mess around with both notions without gutting them entirely. i tend to dislike tragedies that become un-tragic without some sort of Serious Payment For It (not to say i don’t like happy stories because i very much do! but i get ticked off when high stakes get deflated too quickly) and i didn’t want to undermine the very real fact that the Fates are typically not versed in notions of empathy and/or leniency, and that dream and hob and those around them did experience and endure devastation and loss, and that death is a fact typically immune to argument.

the world of sandman is not one with easy answers, and to my mind there’s no such thing as a bargain with the Fates where you break even. for hob to get what he wanted, something had to be given, something dear and vital and real. there’s more to what hob actually gives the Fates than he verbally stipulates, which i tried to address largely via the corinthian and his perception of the situation, especially those last conversations with dream in the “swamp”. i have a lot of options about the corinthian in his function as “dark mirror” having a blistering clarity of understanding much of the time, which is why i foisted the onus of those complexities onto his dialogue, rather than hob, who (and i say this with love) is a creature of bias and often blinded to greater repercussions of his actions insofar as they extend beyond his immediate objectives/enjoyments, or dream, who can see the bigger picture but i think often really keeps himself from doing so when it comes to anything at all that’s personal (king of stories has a blindspot for his own). what hob gives the Fates actually costs him almost nothing, in the long run, if we operate with the idea that he cannot remember, nor is there any lasting effect from, his 600-ish heavily-relived years. there’s narrative and symbolic weight, of course — he gives them love as an oath and as nostalgia (sidebar: his driving force is an almost pre-nostalgia, a continual love of the moment as the moment is passing, but anyway) (cuff links), he gives them in a captured moment the lovely discomfort and simultaneous brilliance of being alive (the hook, the finger prick the blood), and he gives them a rich and complicated experience of humanity (those 600 years). but practically, what is actually taken from him that he doesn’t just get back?

only those few months — and in them, a web of real and known connections, all of which matter, and all of which change his understanding of and relationship to things like grief, and loneliness, and fear, and forgiveness. those are important changes, real changes, that would affect how he operates in the world going forward. that development is gone. he returns instead to the (of course, fought-for and hard-won) stasis of what was, which becomes what will always be. in making the Fates and their judgement more complex, he has actually made his own life less complex. now, i’m not going to sit here and argue that “suffering has inherent value” or some shit like that because i think that’s bullshit! pain is just pain. but he does lose experiences which would have shaped him in new ways, and, i think, good ways. even important ways

and he may well be shaped towards similar courses with dream (especially re: learning that lesson about loneliness — i think hob suffers from the curse of always, ultimately, being alone (immortality etc there’s so much discourse about this), and the road trip was in part about him learning that though it is the simplest path it is neither the sole nor the best path), but he certainly doesn’t learn them the same way, with the same faces, with the same acuity and clarity and intensity.

the thing with the Fates (to me anyway) is that you don’t ever just win. maybe you can get what you want, but it’s not easy (it make take a thousand repetitions of your lifetime until friction and the touch of your hands wears the sisyphean boulder down to a pebble — like the parable of the bird scraping its beak on the mountain), and it’s sure not free.

so yes, those months are lost. that’s a big part of the price. and we don’t know, at the end, how much of that thing he really gave ultimately comes back — his new relationship depths with deanna or cori or the other endless, those things aren’t seen. the main arc is resolved — hob and dream — but there are still pieces missing. he loses a piece of his human experience, he gets tossed back around through the wringer of his life (which is often distinctly not pleasant), and he is, as he ever was, a character with a path whose impetus and dictation rest heavily on external forces. even in attempting to channel his life elsewhere, he still has to bargain, and is still subject to the choices of the fates, and in some ways the story remains irrevocably a tragedy, in that one way or another it has loss in a central place. in the latter half of hounds hob really became my attempted version of an aeneas type — a man with a quest and a fated directive, a deeply human and flawed individual, who can alter the path and even irrevocably change the genre of his own narrative, but only at cost.

of course let’s be clear! some of all the actual rendering of this ended up as it did partly because i am not always a clean writer, and for that i apologize! but i did genuinely want that sense of gaps — of faces and voices given over to the gravitational well of the principal narrative arc of hob/dream versus the Fates. i think those things are gone. the narrative is forcibly re-centered around hob and dream, and in doing this — in shifting the story genre — other ties and bonds are not just cut, but unwoven entirely. when you change the kind of story you’re telling, the change is done at the expense of something else. kind of like how there’s a fixed amount of matter in the universe? you can’t create or destroy matter — to make something new you have to take from another place. (sidebar: wow i’m realizing something about my fundamental storytelling beliefs right now! laws of physics! anon your ask has really got my cylinders firing, and most sincerely thank you <3)

still, they might come back. though i didn’t write it as fully as i could have (i will freely admit there was a great deal of burnout at play towards the end there), i had a lot of thoughts re: repetition and density, namely that if you stack a thousand repetitions of a lifetime against each other it’s the equivalent of writing a word over and over and over on a page. when you erase it, the channels remain. language flows most naturally in the direction once etched for it. maybe hob learns those same lessons and knows the same people in the same way — maybe he and the corinthian find that odd patch of common ground, maybe he takes a long drive with delirium through rural maryland. maybe there are echoes. maybe even if it is gone what was still shapes the topography. maybe a kindness or a word exchanged still ring out when you can’t see them or remember them. while the milestones of our lives rippled the most visibly, i think we’re shaped a thousandfold ways by accumulations of small things we can’t distinctly remember. only a feeling of a thing, or the negative space it leaves.

well. tl;dr — i didn’t want to let hob get away without actually giving anything up, nor without his choice to bargain affecting others besides himself in equally irrevocable ways (sidebar: at his core is a selfishness that is both charming and ignoble — he wants to do a good thing for dream but also he makes a call that changes a plenitude of lives other than his own, and i don’t think he really asks, he just does — grey areas are his whole gig to me), because nobody makes a deal with the Fates for free, and changing genre has a price tag. it was my effort to make the tone of the whole beast more authentically sandman-esque, since sandman does a lot of that sort of water-muddying, especially when using understood narrative models/archetypes/etc etc

i am. sorry this was as long as it is! jesus! but i’m sending it off all the same. anyways, anon, thanks very much not only for your lovely kind words and the high honor of your tears (no pulitzer could mean more to me than knowing a thing i wrote really moved someone, seriously thank you) but also for giving me a blank check to go buck wild and ramble about my own damn writing and Things I Just Think <3 i hope you have a lovely day/morning/noon/night, and thanks a bunch for dropping by <3 <3 <3

#the sandman #hob gadling #dream of the endless #dreamling #hounds #vergil says hello #vergil says way more than fuckin hello tbh #vergil writes a manifesto woukd be a better line for this #anon has given me the greatest gift: License To Monologue #fingers crossed any of that actually answered the question at hand #thanks for saying hi and asking things because i love both experiences immensely #<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[icy-warden]

Urthemiel wakes up from his slumber with thousands of voices in his mind. 

Ranting. Wailing. Cursing. Pleading. Overlapping, over and over again.

He ignores them, wishing to fall asleep again. He wishes to go back to the void, where his nightmares are better than this. Than this thirst of blood, neverending hunger of violence that does nothing to quench his craving of being whole again.

But those voices don’t stop nagging him. They dig at him, hound him, pushing him to move, to act.

Time. It blurs and stops. Then it moves and new voices appear and vanish. As quick as they emerged they’re snuffed. It happens and doesn’t end. He stopped paying attention ages ago.

A few are brighter than the others. Fresh, still untouched by his blood. Some die. Some prevail. 

They’re unspoiled. But it will change. He will change them, mold them to be his wholly.

He wants to eat their hearts. Pick their souls to see what they are made of. Drink their blood so they become like he wants them to be. He shaped the world once, he does it again. It’s different, it hurts and he’s hungry for life. The itch never goes away and all those little voices only make it worse. 

So he commands them. 

To go. To bring him life. To create what he aches for. Steal the light. Spread what he is made of. Turn the nightmare into a dream.

He starts to pay attention. He speaks to them, to the ones who are made with blood similar to his own. But they don’t understand. They shrink back when he reaches for them. They fight him, their tiny minds too fragile for his power. As many before. He’s angry. He’s sorrowful. He longs for response. 

He shaped the world once.

You’re mine, he tells them when he’s wandering in their dreams. You belong to me. 

I will make you see, he hisses at them when they creep around his nest, deep underground. It won’t be long.

On my side. You should be on my side, he roars when his flesh hurts because of their attacks. It’s nothing. You’re nothing without me. 

It’ll only be worse, he whispers when he feels his essence slipping away from his mangled body. Corrupted, black blood reaching for them. One of his own. Without me, you’ll perish. Let me make you see.

They don’t understand him. He brushes by their soul as he passes by, so bright, still fresh. There’s an echo of their mind, confused, afraid, curious. They reach back just for a second and he’s so close to claw on their core, eat their heart, pick up on their soul, crush them in his embrace-

But he’s pulled back. Its call strong, stronger than the one that he spoke to for so long. It's pure and like a beacon, not a thought in it. A vessel. He rushes in. 

I will make you see.

He sleeps.

He wakes up from his slumber with thousands of voices in his mind. 

#WardenTxt #Vergil Surana #I'm thinking about Wardens and their otherness #Urthemiel speaking to them and them not understanding a thing #what a corrupted god with twisted mind could say? #lots of trash #with diamonds hidden here and there #Urthemiel is a tragic being #truly fascinating though #I want to pick his mind #Vergil did the DR with Morrigan so hello Kieran the haunted child #is it like cleansing thing for Urthemiel I wonder? Flemeth had to know a thing or two

[devilsworn]

{Well, I went from having not played D5 at all to playing it 3 full times in just under two weeks, so suffice it to say, obsessed.}

#{ ♛ : OOC } #{yes i bought the vergil dlc and my hot take is i prefer using mirage edge over the yamato WHERE DID HE GET THAT BY THE WAY} #{im playing the son of sparda game mode rn bc lmao HELLO??? NEROS DEVIL TRIGGER??? ALT COSTUMES} #{all of my kisses} #{its one thing to know the lore watch the cutscenes and research the games it is another to have played them IT REALLY IS} #{plans 2 start d4 as soon as i clear sos mode lmao bc d4 is my HOMELAND} #{i say as someone who has never played it and is talking about it purely from a story setting aesthetics side of things}

[icycoldninja]

hello! may i request for a reaction/interaction for the sparda boys about having an s/o who is an artist? (for drawing reasearch and ideas teehee)

Ohoho coming right up!

Sparda boys x Artist!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-The day he discovered you were an artist was the day you gained a permanent, constantly willing model.

-Always wants you to draw him, no matter what time of day it is. He'll wake you up at 3:00 A.M. because he just put together the most badass outfit he's ever seen and wants you to sketch him in it. (Except it's the same outfit he always wears)

-The drawings you make of him hold more worth than museum art pieces in his eyes.

-Buys you sketchbooks, art supplies and whatever you need whenever he can afford them.

-To him, you are more talented than da Vinci. Not that he knows who da Vinci is, because according to him, you're the best artist in the world.

-Follows you on all your social medias and likes your every post.

■ Vergil ■

-Hangs your art up everywhere like a proud dad; the fridge can now barely be opened because there are so many drawings attached to it.

-He will (with your help) download any digital drawings and use them for a variety of purposes, such as his home screen on his phone, lock screen, etc.

-If you just gift him drawings of himself he will tear up with sentimantality and hastily excuse himself so he can go cry in private.

-Also buys you art supplies, paints, and whatnot whenever you need them.

-If he wasn't such a boomer, he'd follow your social medias too but unfortunately, he is tech-inept, so he can't.

-Loves watching you draw just as much as he enjoys looking at your drawings.

□ Nero □

-Normally, Nero isn't all that into art and really doesn’t care for it, but when you came along, all that changed.

-Now he's suddenly super interested in it and wants to watch you draw or have you teach him to draw whenever he's free.

-He's no Picasso, but he can at least manage a couple of funny looking stick men.

-Really into painting now, mostly because he can use the various attachments on his arm to make different patters on the paper. Yes, this is a complicated way to say he finger paints with his prosthetic arm.

-Any sketches you do of him, any at all, will go into his wallet unless you want to keep them for yourself.

-His wallet is now packed to the brim with folded up pictures of him that you drew, so whenever he's away on a long mission, he can stare at them and remember his badass S/O drew that for him.

● V ●

-You're an artist? V's perfect for you--he's a writer.

-He will write poems about whatever you draw; they're usually short limericks describing the image, praising your talent, or both.

-Looking at your latest masterpieces is the highlight of his day because they inspire him to write more poems.

-Calls you his "Magnificent artist".

-Shows your art to his familiars, who all agree (except Griffon, of course, he always has something to yap about) that it's quite nice.

-Is pleasantly surprised whenever he finds sketches/paintings/drawings of himself and is honored to be your muse.

#Dmc #Dmc5 #Dmc5 dante #Dmc5 vergil #Dmc5 Nero #Dmc5 v #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #dante devil may cry #Devi #vergil devil may cry #nero devil may cry #v devil may cry #Devil may cry x reader #Dante x reader #Vergil x reader #Nero x reader #V x reader #Dmc dante x reader #Dmc vergil x reader #Dmc Nero x reader #Dmc v x reader #headcannons #Requested #thanks for requesting #icycoldninja writes

[sparda-ly]

Hello! Can I request some DMC fluff, please? Like Dante and Vergil got sick somehow (idk, must be demon flu) and reader now has to take care of them. Separately, of course. I'd imagine Vergil is the type to try to power through it and fail miserably, lmao. While Dante eats up allll the attention his S/O gives him. It's up to you though :) Thanks and have a great day!

SICK! DANTE, VERGIL WITH A S/O WHO TAKES CARE OF THEM

UNSPECIFIED GENDER OF READER!

note: hey there ;) first dmc request, hope it's ok!

warnings: suggestive comment from dante

DANTE

dante probably got sick from his weird hobby of eating pizza naked on his balcony every morning

it doesn't matter if it's winter, summer, autumn, or spring - dante will not start his day without it

thinking he is immortal and invincible from getting any sickness, he unfortunately got proven wrong

and is currently laying in bed in the most dramatic way possible, having a wet cloth pressed to his forehead by lovely reader who keeps fussing over him

dante being dramatic is an understandment

however, dante while being sick is another type of drama queen

clinging to the reader and whining about the smallest things possible

"my head hurts so much honey please"

"i have such a bad tummy ache"

"love please don't leave me i might die here from this disease please"

one day he straight up sat on your leg not allowing you to go to the kitchen to wash dishes, acting like a child

you of course couldn't refuse and just agreed to this fate, getting cuddled to death by this himbo of a man

and dante absolutely loves this attention

"baby, i could name a few things you could help me with" ;)

and even five days after he returns to being a healthy man, he still whines about how bad he feels and oh so amazing reader you need to take care of him, or he will painfully die

the only thing stopping him is the tragic looks of bills to play, nearly staring at him menacingly from his desk

oh yeah, and also, vergil

his loving brother looking straight through his white lies, demanding him to stop lying and get his ass to work while rolling his eyes

VERGIL

vergil will never admit he is sick.

never.

even while practically fainting trying to get to the bathroom with wobbly legs

he still isn't sick, no, of course vergil

at the beginning, he will refuse your attention - saying the strangest excuses known to humanity such as

"a wild dog bit me"

"it's probably my devil trigger acting up"

"i have a penis infection"

the reader just stands there ??? confused as to how this is relevant to being ill

but you stay silent and walk to the bathroom with the intention of washing clothes

however when you return, vergil is already passed out on floor with litreally 40° celsius

but don't get him wrong, vergil still isn't sick

while pampering around him, constantly bringing him food, medicine, drink or anything to please him, he lays like a grumpy cats and just accepts this

vergil will learn to actually like this new side of you, although he does hate feeling useless and weak.

therefore, he will return to work as soon as possible, so don't get so comfortable fussing around your lovely boyfriend

#dmc dante #dante devil may cry #dante x reader #dante sparda #dante sparda x reader #dmc dante x reader #vergil x you #vergil x reader #vergil #dmc vergil #dmc vergil x reader #vergil sparda #vergil sparda x reader #dante x you

[c4lixcorner]

Hello! Can I request general NSFW headcanons for DMC boys? Anything you think is worth mentioning. Thank youuu ^^

Hello anon! I forgot to say that I don't write NSFW for Nero so I hope it doesn't matter 🖤 I added Dante, Vergil and V, gender neutral :) I wrote this really fast but I hope you enjoy it

General NSFW headcanons for the DMC boys:

Vergil:

• He's so touch and love starved and we all know the last time he fucked was as he quoted "a long time ago" but oh boy he surely knows what he's doing.

• He's really gentle and worries a lot about not hurting you, you have to tell him that he doesn't need to worry so much but he's really stubborn.

• He likes you to be on top of him while he's lying in bed or sitting in his couch.

• Loves to kiss your neck while he's fuckin you and occasionally bites you.

• If you want to dominate him he'll refuse at first but actually enjoys a lot

• If you both haven't had sex in a while he's going to be really wild next time you do it so be prepared, he feels sorry afterwards but you honestly didn't know what he was apologizing for... You freaking love to see him go wild with you.

• He really likes to receive a hand or blow job before having sex with you.

• Aftercare with him is like heaven on earth, gives you a bubblebath, your favourite snacks and takes a nap or sleeps with you while he showers you in kisses telling you how much he loves you.

Dante:

• A lot of words but gets nervous when the action actually arrives.

• He's really playful, whatever you want is fine for him, top, bottom, submissive, dominant? Whatever you want baby your big boy is at your service.

• I feel like his favourite position is definitely doggy (yes for him as well) also probably the 69.

• He likes you to bite him, scratch him and pull his hair, oh you can see his sassy smile while your pulling his hair he loves it and you do as well.

• But don't get me wrong he's also really gentle with you, he doesn't have the strength of a human so he worries he may be too harsh on you.

• You can expect some jokes while you both fuck

• Loves a good blowjob but prefers to eat you instead, maybe is because of his demon side but he adores to taste you.

• Expect a lot of compliments as well, he's definitely into body worshiping.

• Aftercare with him is great as well, a bath together (that might end up in another round of sex or making out) and playing your favourite movies/shows in the couch cuddling eating popcorn til you both fall asleep.

V:

• Let's go with our favourite gothic boy, a lot of mixed feelings here, the true definition about "how's he so fuckin hot and respectful"

• He likes yo tease you, like a lot but not in a hurtful way (unless you were into that then is another story)

• He's really playful and a little bit into pain but really gentle as well, he doesn't have to worry about demonic strength like Vergil but still worries about you getting hurt or being uncomfortable.

• Loves to lick and kiss your neck, nipples, thighs and low stomach.

• Into mutual masturbation, he loves to see you shiver as he gives you pleasure you just look so cute to him that way.

• He doesn't have any preferences for positions but really likes to fuck you while you lay down in bed and he's on top.

• Constantly asks you if your comfortable and you're enjoying it.

• Aftercare involves a lot of hugs and kisses, telling you how cute you were in bed, a bath together and then he reads you his book til you fall asleep resting your head in his lap as he pets your hair.

#devil may cry #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc fanfiction #dmc #dante x reader #dante x you #vergil x reader #v x reader #dante smut #vergil smut #v smut #dmc smut

[beneathstarryskies]

Hello! May I please request an NSFW alphabet for V? I love the way you write!

Thanks for the request! I'm sorry this took so long. It's been a while since I wrote a NSFW alphabet.

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, mentions of pegging

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

V is usually the one who requires aftercare. The intimacy of making love can be overwhelming for him, even if you’ve been together dozens of times. He wants to be held and soothed after. 

On the off chance your positions are switched, he is very doting in aftercare. He will hold you and massage your sore muscles. Then, he’ll read you some poetry until you fall asleep. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn’t have a particular part of his body that’s his favorite. If anything, he struggles a lot with insecurity and self-loathing. If you absolutely force him to choose something, he’d be cheeky and say his tongue. Both of you know it’s because of how easily he can make you come undone with just his tongue. 

On you, his favorite body part is your mouth. Not only because you definitely know how to drive him crazy with your mouth, but also because he loves your smile. He loves your voice and watching your lips curl around every word. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

V’s cum is somewhat watery, but there is always a lot of it when he climaxes. The taste is pretty much nonexistent. It’s just a little salty. He’s absolutely weak for watching you swallow it, but his favorite will always be cumming inside of your warm hole. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

V is secretly very jealous of Vergil and feels insecure about their size difference. If you ever ask what being part of Vergil’s body was like, V would lie and say Vergil is lacking in the size department to keep your curiosity from growing. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

V is not very experienced at all. In fact, he only has memories from his time merged with Vergil to go off of. Luckily, he’s a quick and eager learner. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorite position is cowgirl. He likes being at your mercy and having you use him to get yourself off. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is very serious, and almost overly aware of every little thing that happens. Sex can of course be sort of funny and messy in its own right, but if you giggle at something that happens V will get insecure and worry that you’re making fun of him. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is very well groomed, but it’s not like there’s much to groom. He’s naturally bare for the most part. There’s a very sparse patch of hair at the base of his cock that he keeps groomed meticulously, and will even shave completely if you want him to. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

V is very romantic and sometimes a little intense. He’s longed for intimacy and love so deeply that finally having it nearly drives him insane. Quite often you have to cup his cheeks, kiss him softly, and remind him that you’re here with him and not going anywhere. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Generally, he’s not the biggest fan of jacking off. However, if for some reason you’re not around and he’s feeling aroused he’ll take matters into his own hands. His favorite thing is to steal a part of your panties (or even his favorite silky nightgown of yours) and use them to jerk off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves to be dominated and overstimulated. It makes him feel so loved when you take control and just show him so much pleasure. It makes him feel so good. He also has a praise kink the size of Texas and is putty in your hands as soon as you start lavishing him with praise. He’s down to experiment with almost anything. I am begging you to tie him up and call him “pretty boy” he will melt. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Of course his preference is at home, where he can be assured that it’s just the two of you and you have all the time in the world together. He’s not really picky about where in your shared home, just as long as he can take his time. However, he does enjoy taking it to different places except he will always blush the next time he visits said places which can give you away. You’d almost gotten away with fucking in Nero’s van but the next time you were in it together you just HAD to sit down on the sofa exactly where the two of you had fucked. V turned so red Nero thought he was sick, but when Nero spotted the suspicious glances you and V shared he was quick to put it together. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He wants to make you happy all the time, and he’s learned there is no greater bliss than coming undone for one another. So, that’s a big motivator for him. Just knowing he’s got the power to make you writhe and sob with pleasure is enough to get him going. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He wouldn’t have a threesome with either Nero or Dante for obvious reasons. It would just be icky. However, he would be open to sharing with Vergil (if this is an AU where they can exist side by side instead of as one.) 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

There’s no preference between giving and recieving. He loves both pretty equally, which is why he absolutely adores 69 because it’s the best of both worlds. He also LOVES it when you sit on his face. His cock is rock hard as soon as he’s being suffocated between your soft thighs. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

V really prefers it slow and sensual. It feels decadent in a way to just take your time kissing one another and making love. He knows better than most how fleeting existence can be so he doesn’t want to rush the more precious moments if he can help it. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers to take his time, but will occassionally indulge. Especially if you ask him with that pretty doe look in his eyes. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is willing to try almost anything once, but it really depends on what the risk is. He wouldn’t do anything that could be harmful to your wellbeing. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

V can last a while, but sometimes does cum quick if he’s particularly worked up. He als has a pretty long refractory period. He is absolutely mortified by this fact, but he does everything to make up for it. He’ll spend the whole time he’s waiting to be able to get hard again going down on you. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t personally own any toys, but if you buy some he’s more than willing to try them. Especially if they will make things better or more exciting for you. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be a little bit of a tease at times, but he gives in so easily. Just one little pout on your pretty lips has him giving in to you. However, he loves to be teased and wants you to keep teasing him until he’s sobbing for you. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

V is not very loud, although he is talkative. He’s just all breathy whispers and deep moans. He can get a little whiny sometimes, and this can get loud if you’re working him up quite a bit. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

V will wear lingerie and is absolutely beautiful in it. He will wear it for you when he wants to surprise you. Also, he loves getting pegged. You'll always know when he's in the mood for that because he'll be a little brattier than usual.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

V measures in at 7 inches long, and is just a bit above average girth. He is uncircumcised. The tip is a pretty shade of pink, but turns red when he’s hard. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a pretty high sex drive. In fact he has more sex drive than he does stamina. It’s not uncommon for him to push himself to the point of almost passing out. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Almost immediately. Like as soon as he cums, his eyes are heavy. 

#dmc v x reader #vitale x reader #v dmc5 x reader #v devil may cry x reader #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry #🌟written in the stars

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Where There's a Will, Right?: Dante x Male Reader

SUMMARY:      After Dante’s successful defeat of Argosax, he’s been ever-so-slightly more talkative than before; at least, that’s what you think. Both Trish and Lady noticed that Dante’s mood hasn’t improved and, if anything, he has only become more distant. Upon telling them that they’re wrong, they both tell you something that sends your mind reeling. 

MINORS DNI--Seriously, go away >:[

BEGINNING NOTES: ✨Dom/Top Dante* x Male Sub/Bottom Reader *Takes place between DMC 2 and 4 on the timeline; meaning Dante’s a bit angstier than normal--kinda Vergil-esc but he gets closer to normal at the end. ✨Unestablished relationship but everyone (including Dante) knows that you have a thing for him ✨The reader lives at the shop ✨Mentioned dark topics (nothing in depth but Dante having been suicidal is mentioned a few times) 🍊🍊🍊 ✨Fluff ✨Angst (? kinda) ✨Smut; Dante’s first time--the reader’s body count is not specified but it is implied you aren’t a virgin--meaning he is very sensitive to your touches. ✨Biting--draws blood and enjoys it. ✨Rougher--It’s not great but I wanted to try writing something a bit rougher, experimentation if you will.\ ✨Oral--Dante receiving ✨Reader gets emotional afterwards; like sad fluffy stuff. 🍊🍊🍊 ✨A little self-indulgent. I could’ve written this as G/N (and if anyone wants a re-write, I can totally do so) but I wanted something a bit gayer than normal smh ✨I know absolutely dick-diddly about motorcycles, so you best believe I just googled all of it lmao ✨Not used to writing Trish or Lady so they might be a bit OOC; if anyone has any better ideas for how they should sound (if they sound off) please let me know! I want to try and use them more often. ✨The reader uses Revenant (as per usual) and Ifrit. How can you use those wonderful gauntlets? You are just stubborn or strong enough to resist their demonic nature; idk just let me have this lmao. Demons are from DMC 1, 2, and/or 4 (Also I didn’t really feel like writing too much combat since “Bound by Blood” is so combat heavy, kinda got bored with it lmaoooo). ✨THIS IS NOT A PREQUEL TO “Deep Regret” THAT FIC. IS STILL IN THE WORKS (AND IS REALLY ANGSTY LMAO)

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     “Really?” Trish leaned against the wall of the garage, watching both Lady and you work, “You sure we’re talking about the same Dante?”

     “What?” you set down the socket wrench and looked over at her, “Don’t believe me?”

     “No, not in the slightest,” she mindlessly looked at her nails as she continued, “I don’t think I’ve heard Dante say more than five words at once in years and you’re telling me--”

     “That he and I talk all the time?” You stood up, wiping your hands on your jeans, "I mean, we do live together-- what's so hard to believe?"

     Lady laughed, catching your attention, “Well, Dante’s not exactly the talking type anymore,” the raven-haired woman turned from the workbench, “Can’t say I blame her, hun.”

     “But that’s where you guys are wrong,” you sighed, “I mean, he’s not super talkative but we can hold a conversation for a good while,” you walked over to the stairs, grabbing your open beer on the way, and sat down with a huff, “You’re telling me that he doesn’t talk to you when you are on a job or anything?”

     Lady shook her head, “Do you know how rare it is for him to even say “hello” anymore?”

     “Bah,” you made a dismissive flick of your hand, “You two are full of shit, there is no way he’s that quiet.”

     Trish said something under her breath as she crouched down to check the work you'd done.

     “Huh?” You cupped your ear in a joking manner, “I’m getting deaf in my old age, Trish--you gotta speak up.”

     “I said,” she stood up and turned to look at you, “Maybe it is because Dante loves you.”

     Beer shot out your nose as you choked on it, going wide-eyed feeling flustered beyond belief. 

     “You can’t tell me you don’t have a thing for him,” the blonde walked over to Lady’s workbench, pushing up on the edge and sitting on the tabletop.

     “I do not!” 

     Lady shook her head, “It is painfully obvious that you have a crush on him,” she leaned her side on the bench, facing you, “I’m sure he knows, too.”

     “How is it obvious?! I mean--” You pursed your lips knowing you just dug your own grave.

     The women shared a laugh before Trish answered, “The two of you are practically joined at the hip.”

     Lady then jumped in, “He won't do anything without telling or asking you first.”

     "You're the only one allowed in his room."

     "And the only one that can use his weapons without him getting pissed, especially Rebellion."

     “Dante stares at your ass a lot.”

     Once again, you choked on your drink.

     Lady laughed at Trish’s comment with a shrug, “Can't fault him for that, you do have a nice ass.”

     The sound of the roller garage door being lifted caught everyone’s attention. In the doorway stood the very topic of the conversation with a few bags of groceries in his arms.

     “Welcome home, Dante!" You shot him a warm smile, "How'd shopping go?"

     Dante stared at you then at the women, “Why are they here?” His voice was cold and flat, his typical way of speaking nowadays. 

     “Oh!” Your voice was semi-cheery as you stood up, tossing the beer bottle in the nearby trash, “They stopped by right after you left. Asked to use the workshop for a bit.”

     He stared at them for a few more seconds before walking through the garage, past you, and into the shop.

     Lady grumbled to herself before sticking out a hand, gesturing at where he’d gone, “See! I told you!”

     “You two are looking too deep into it. Dante doesn’t,” you shrugged, “you know…”

     “Bullshit!” Lady pinched the bridge of her nose, “I swear-- if the two of you don’t hook up soon, I’m going to--”

     A quiet sound of a door being cracked open cut her off. Dante looked at you and quietly mumbled, “You coming?"

     “Huh? I-- Yeah,” you smiled at him, “I gotta finish the oil change and I’ll be in, okay?”

     He said nothing and shut the door. 

     Trish slid off the bench with a sigh, “Come on, let’s give the lover boys their room.”

     “Try not to break ol’ Dante," Lady jested as she picked up her tool bag, "He’s not as spry as he used to be."

      You flipped her off and she stuck out her tongue in return. As they left you meandered back to Dante’s bike, you couldn’t help but mull over what the girls said.

     “There’s no way that they are right,” your brow furrowed, “Dante is-- well, Dante. He’s a ladykiller, not into men… right? I mean, he has a mountain of bikini girl magazines-- ” 

     Lost in your thoughts, your hand slipped and you dropped the open bottle of oil, “Son of a fucking bitch!” 

     You snatched the bottle as quickly as possible but the damage was already done; over half of the contents were now in a black pool on the floor. A dejected grumble left your lips as you laid on your back, staring at the ceiling of the garage with a forearm resting across your forehead.

     “Everything okay?”

     “Hmm?” You tilted your head up slightly and saw that Dante was standing right at your feet, “Yeah… Just my good ol’ butterfingers…” Your head hit the concrete again as you sighed and looked at the mess, defeated. 

     His eyes trailed over to the oil on the floor before he wandered off. You propped yourself up on your elbows and saw Dante had grabbed the cat litter.

     “You don’t have to--” He looked at you for a moment before dumping the litter on the spill, “Thanks, I-- Sorry, that was like a brand new bottle,” you leaned up in a sitting position, “I promise I’ll clean it up and replace the bottle.”

     “It’s fine,” Dante stuck out a hand, helping you up. 

     As you got to your feet, you fell into him a bit and found yourself leaning on his chest. Your face instantly became hot as you froze. Strangely, Dante made no move to push you off of him or remove you, he just stood there and waited for you to do so yourself

     “Sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your space, hah…”

     Dante didn’t say anything, but rather, he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside the shop. On his desk was a box of fresh hot pizza and a few cold unopened beers. 

     Which in hindsight, you aren’t sure how he got the pizza. He didn’t have it when he entered the garage. Unless he got it delivered at the exact moment he got back… Or he had already stopped back in the foyer of the shop only to come around back to “interrupt” your conversation--but there’s no way he would do that, right?

     “So,” you grabbed a slice and sat on the edge of his desk, “What’s the special occasion?”

     “ ‘was hungry,” he grabbed a slice for himself and sat in his desk chair, putting his boots up on the tabletop.

     A look of shock spread across your face, “Really?"

     “What?”

     “It’s just,” you shook your head, “I’m just glad that you’re eating, is all," you smiled warmly, "It's nice."

     The red devil stared at you for a moment before continuing to eat. 

     Ever since defeating Nelo Angelo, Dante’s “human” habits had gradually deteriorated. He wouldn’t sleep, bathe, or even eat; any and all self-care was put on the back burner. You had to force the poor man to take care of himself--which is much easier said than done. 

     At one point, things got so bad that Trish acted more human than Dante. There was a small ray of hope, however; since Argosax’s defeat, Dante had begun to regain some small bits of life. He’d been bathing more often, eating every once in a while, and even smiling again. Most importantly, however, Dante hadn’t tried to off himself in almost six months which was a victory in and of itself for the tormented man; this, by extension, made you feel a little more at ease that the chance of you coming home to Dante on the cusp of death had slimmed significantly.

     “Hey,” you pursed your lips and waited for him to look at you in acknowledgment, “Do you care if I turn on some music?”

     He shrugged, "Don’t care."

     You hopped off the desk edge and waltzed over to the "well-loved" machine. Hitting a random track--and praying to god it worked--you went back to your resting spot against Dante's desk. The two of you sat and ate together, listening to the jukebox and enjoying the quiet company. 

===

     A loud knocking at the front door of the Devil May Cry woke you up. You must've fallen asleep downstairs. Across from you, in the middle of the room, was the coffee table with a TV that had been playing a DVD’s menu screen for only god knows how long. You were on your side and resting on the floor, in front of one of the couches… Even though there was an open couch adjacent to this one. 

     A large blanket was draped over you and onto the furniture behind you. That's when you heard a  snore and realized why you weren't on the couch. Dante was fast asleep and face down against the coffee-colored pleather. Goosebumps ran up your spine as you realized that his arm was across your chest, his fingers loosely grabbing the fabric of your shirt. Carefully, you slipped away from the sleeping devil and let out a soft groaning yawn as you stretched. 

     Another set of knocks. 

     You sighed and stood up, walking over to the door, opening it. 

     “Ah, good morning Mr. Morrison,” you smiled tiredly at the man, welcoming him into the shop.

     “You know, you make me feel old when you call me tha--” he stopped and stared at Dante, who was still asleep on the couch.

     A small huff of a laugh came from your nose as you whispered to Morrison, “I know. Shocking right?”

     His volume matched yours in return, “That would be an understatement," he turned to you, “Sorry to wake you but I have a job for the two of you that requires immediate attention,” he held out a manila folder.

     “What is it?” A flat voice asked, making both Morrison and you jump.

     After the two of you took a moment to calm down from the unexpected voice, the broker walked over to Dante and handed him the file, “Huge swarm invaded a nearby city--didn’t even have time to evacuate.”

     You walked over to Dante, peering over the edge of the file. He noticed your interest and scooched over to one side, allowing you to sit beside him. As you attempted to read, you found yourself leaning towards your partner, squinting harshly at the small text. Dante moved closer to you causing your sides to touch; which, despite how many times he’s been this close (and closer) to you, never failed to make your heart race. 

     As the two of you looked at the file, you couldn’t help but remember what the ladies had said yesterday; how stony he is to them compared to how acted with you. Dante might be a bit cold but he has his sweet moments--even if it’s him sharing paperwork filled with pictures of hundreds of demons and a destroyed cityscape.

     You whispered to Dante, “So, wanna do it?”

     His eyes flicked to you before he looked over the file once more, “Fine.”

     “Sweet!” With a jovial smile, you grabbed the paperwork. Your eyes flicked up at Morrison who moved to the edge of Dante’s desk, leaning on it with a lit cigar--as per usual, “We’ll take it!”

     The broker shook his head with a small smile, “I’m beginning to think you enjoy these types of jobs.”

     “Actually,” you stood up and walked over to him, “I do. Don’t have to worry about destroying things," you handed him the file which he grabbed.

     He laughed softly and shook his head, taking a puff of his cigar, “You two are quite the pair.”

     You tilted your head in confusion; that’s when you felt an exhale of air on the back of your neck, making your hair stand on end.

     “We takin' the bike?” Dante’s voice was low and his warm breath lightly tickled your ear.

     “Y-yeah,” you turned your head to the side and were only inches away from the sultry devil.

     His turquoise eyes locked onto your gaze for a few seconds before he gave a flat, “Ok,” and went upstairs to get changed. 

     Once the youngest son of Sparda was upstairs, Morrison laughed as he stood up from the desk, “I’ll let the city know you're on the way. You two be careful,” he nodded goodbye and headed for the door before stopping, turning his head over his shoulder to you, “Don’t forget that there is still a lot of people trapped and--”

     “And we should try and help them, don’t worry,” you winked at him, “Dante and I got this.”

     Morrison opened his mouth but said nothing; instead, he continued out the door whistling a tune to himself. 

     You raised a brow at the odd action but decided it was not worth dwelling on. 

     Humming to yourself, you made your way up to your room. One of the spare bedrooms of (The) Devil May Cry that you were “only staying in for a few months”... that was over a decade ago. A smile tugged at your lips as you reminisced about a time long since passed. 

===

     Rain quietly beat on the roof of (The) Devil May Cry as the well-loved jukebox played quietly in the background. It had been exactly a year since Dante had officially named the shop and begun to take jobs as a demon hunter. Sitting at the large wooden desk was said devil hunter without a shirt on, only opting to wear his pants and boots. His arms were placed neatly on the top of his desk with his head resting on them, facing down at the tabletop, snoring happily. A half-eaten pizza and several empty beers were scattered about, painting the same old scene that he partook in night after night. 

     That’s when you showed up in his life. 

     You burst into the shop, stumbling and out of breath; leaning against the door, holding it shut. 

     “We’re closed,” Dante didn’t even open his eyes. 

     Before you could reply, obnoxious loud banging and shouting could be heard from the other side of the door. Dante raised a brow and tiredly looked up at you, curious as to what was pursuing you so fervently. The shirtless young man’s ears twitched as he made out what was on the other side of the large wooden door; it wasn’t demons or devils, it was humans. A mob of what sounded like fifteen to twenty people that were spouting off insults that ranged from vaguely rude statements to flat-out death threats. 

     Dante sighed, standing up from his desk with a huff. Casually, he grabbed Force Edge from the wall it was resting against, walking over to you. 

     You, of course, were terrified, debating if it was better to take your chances outside. Bursting into some random dude’s shop was dumb but you didn’t expect a smoking hot white-haired man (who was possibly the owner) to approach you with a massive gothic sword. 

     He flicked his hand telling you to move off to the side, which you fearfully obliged. With a warm, soft, friendly feeling, he smiled at you revealing his oddly sharp teeth, “You’re gonna owe me for this,” your face instantly became flushed in embarrassment.

     Dante opened the door wide open and stepped out of the shop, the large blade resting on his shoulder. As he slowly went down each stair, the mob backed up away from him, “I’m only gonna say this once,” his voice was cold, loud, and angry, the complete opposite of what you’d just heard, “Get lost.”

     One of the group’s men decided to act tough and approached Dante, “And if we don’t? What are you gonna--!”

     The red devil grabbed the man by the face and held him up, not phased by the man’s struggling, “You know, I hate people like you,” his fingers tightened, “People that just don’t know how to listen.”

     Muffled complaints came from the man as Dante’s fingers tightened further before tossing him at the others, knocking several of them over. They helped each other stand back up but none of them moved to leave. 

     “Now scram,” Dante’s brow furrowed, “Last chance before you really start pissin’ me off.”

     With that final warning, the group ran like the wind and disappeared. A small laugh came from the red devil as he re-entered the shop. 

     “So,” Dante set Force Edge back where it was, “What is a guy like you doin’ being chased by a mob at this hour, huh?” He leaned against the edge of his desk, folding his arms. 

     “I uh,” your face became hotter and hotter as you looked at the smiling man, calling him stunning was an understatement. It didn’t help that he was lightly soaked from the rain which was dripping down his body, emphasizing his physique, “I just pissed off the wrong folks, that’s all.”

     “Uh-huh,” Dante pushed off his desk and wandered over to you, “That why you smell like gunpowder, blood, and demons? Or’s that some sort of weird cologne?”

     You froze.

     “You know," he continued, "it’s not every day I get to meet someone in the same line of work as me,” he now stood in front of you, his hands stuck in his pockets and a casual tilt to his posture. 

     “I-- What?”

     Dante’s smile widened, “You’re a demon hunter, right?” 

     Your expression said it all, making the young man laugh.

     “Now,” he turned from you striding over to the corner of the room, “as payment for waking me up from my nap,” the white-haired man stood near one of the couches, grabbing his black long-sleeve shirt off the back, “You’re gonna take me with you to finish your hunt.”

     As he slid the tight fabric over his body, all you could do was stare. Not only was watching him get dressed semi-erotic, but, the idea that you’d finally met someone else who enjoyed demon hunting like you do was enough to send shivers down your spine.

     “That’s what you were doing right?” The red-clad man raised a brow as he slid on his vest, buckling the straps.

     You blinked back into existence with a nod, “Yeah, you sure you want to come with? It isn’t exactly a small job, and,” you avoided his gaze, “it’s not only demons.”

     “There are cultists, too--I know,” Dante slid on his gloves, “Figured that out the moment I saw ‘em outside,” he tossed his coat on, adjusting the lapels.

     “O-oh…”

     He meandered over to the same sword from earlier, placing it on his back, “So,” he raised a brow, “We doin’ this or what?”

     You smiled sheepishly, “Sure.”

     “Ah… Almost forgot,” Dante turned around and opened a desk drawer, grabbing his keys, “Here, catch,” he tossed you a box of shells, “Those work?”

     “Really-- I- Yeah, why are you..?”

     Dante began to walk out the door, you right behind him, “Can’t do all the work myself, babe,” he turned to you with a smile.

     After he locked the door, you led him to a building that was right outside of Red Grave; it was an old abandoned apartment complex. The two of you made quick work of the job; given, it was half-finished from your earlier attack.

     Despite not even knowing each other’s names, the two of you fought together quite well. Neither of you got in each other’s way. When you did interact, it was damn near perfectly choreographed; as if you’d known each other for a long time.

     “You know,” Dante dodged a Death Scissors, “You’re pretty good at this.”

     “Oh yeah?” A small amount of playful sarcasm loomed over your words, “I’m still not impressed with you,” you ducked underneath a Frost’s attack and shot it right in the small of its back, “mister white-haired stranger.”

     “Eh,” he used Force Edge to slice three Abyss in half, “Had to leave you something to fight.”

     Both of you shared a laugh and stood in the middle of the room, looking around at the carnage. Dante turned to see a cultist trying to escape. The red devil pointed Ebony up and shot the human, much to your dismay.

     “Hey,” you shoved his shoulder, “You stole my final kill.”

     “Oh,” he holstered Ebony and turned to you, “Didn’t see your name on ‘em, sorry.”

     You playfully rolled your eyes and sighed, “Thanks for your help,” you avoided his eyes, which were trained on your face, “I appreciate it.”

     “No problem,” Dante smiled, “This was fun, been a long time since I’ve had a partner to work with,” he stretched his arms upwards, cracking his shoulders, “Lady’s been off doing her own thing lately.”

     “Lady?” You raised a brow, suspicious of the red devil’s seemingly fake person.

     “She’s an old friend,” Dante and you began to descend back down the building’s stairs. It wasn’t until the two of you got outside before he spoke again, “Hey, so,” his voice was quieter than before, “You work by yourself all the time or?”

     “Yeah,” you sighed and placed a hand on the back of your neck, “Never been able to find someone who’d join me on a hunt.”

     “Well,” Dante put his hands in his pockets, “If you want, I’ve got an open spot at my shop...”

     “Really?”

     “Mhm, haven’t had a partner in a while and could use the company.”

     You laughed.

     “What?”

     “I don’t even know your name and you are offering me a job?”

     The red devil stuck out his hand, “Name’s Dante.”

     You smiled and shook his hand, “Well, Dante, I think I’ll take up that job offer,” you sheepishly turned your head away and mumbled, “I think I could use some company, too.”

===

     “You coming?” 

     A sudden flat voice from your doorway made you jump with a loud startled shout. Quickly, you turned around to see Dante, fully geared up, and leaning against your doorframe with his arms neatly folded.

     “I- Yeah, sorry,” you shook your head, “Just lost in thought.”

     Dante stood up, saying nothing, and headed back downstairs into the garage. 

     With pursed lips, you continued to get ready; that’s when it hit you. Dante must've been standing there for quite some time, watching you; you who was standing in bagging half falling off underwear the entire time. Your face became hot, the idea of Dante seeing you this exposed was enough to make your mind reel. Shaking off the growing hot feeling, you shoved yourself into your hunting gear; which included Dante’s Ifrit and your shotgun, Revenant.

     Upon reaching the garage, you saw that Dante had already started the bike and was waiting outside for you to join him. Although you weren’t sure, you swear it looked like he was smiling at you; only hinted at by small creases in his cheeks. You joined him in the alley with a stuck-out hand, waiting for Rebellion, which he gave you. As you slid the sword on your back, you flashed a wide smile and playful wink at Dante. Then you mounted the back of the bike and a heavy wave of embarrassment filled your face as you firmly placed your hands on Dante’s waist. 

     Without a word, Dante kicked up the stand and you were off. As you held onto him, you couldn’t help but lean further onto his body, your face against his back. His cologne was that of lemongrass, lavender, and a light dusting of patchouli. You took a deep inhale, sighing longingly at the comforting scent; which didn’t go unnoticed by the white-haired hunter. 

     The two of you arrived shortly at the nearby city. Once both of you dismounted the bike, Dante stuck his hand out--mimicking what you’d done earlier. With a smirk, you pulled Rebellion off your back and held it out in front of you, blade facing down and your fingers tightly wrapped around the grip. The red devil grabbed the sword, making sure to just barely ghost your hand with his in the process. 

     A bright blush adorned your face as you gave him a small content laugh and looked at the less-then-happy scene before you. To say that the place was crawling with demons would’ve been an understatement. 

     An irritated long groan came from you as you slumped forward, “Those pictures must’ve been old; this is so much worse,” you looked over at Dante who was staring at you, “Wanna call in the ladies?”

     “No,” he turned from you and began to walk toward the city.

     With a baffled sigh, you shook your head and jogged to catch up to him, walking right beside him.

     When the two of you got to the edge of the zone, a large platoon of soldiers was along the city’s edge. As expected, the two of you were approached by the armed people and questioned as to why you were there. 

     You sighed softly, “We were hired by the city to come in and exterminate the infestation.”

     A mixture of various “bullshit”s and “no way”s were heard throughout the platoon. A greatly unamused Dante slyly reached down and grabbed one of your fingers with one of his, a sign he used when he wanted to move forwards.

     “Just stay out of our way,” you shoved past the soldiers, Dante right beside you. Before you got too far, you stopped and turned to the men, “Wait about thirty minutes and start sweeping this end of the city for survivors, continuing further inwards; we’ll have most of the demons cleared out for you.”

     Once more there were various forms of ill-natured or overly skeptical comments from the crowd; but, after all these years of hunting, it was expected at this point. The two of you just continued onwards, Dante’s finger still wrapped around one of yours.

     It didn’t take long for you to encounter a horde. At first, you were excited and readied Ifrit; however, Dante has taken up to not allowing you to fight anything more than Misras or Frosts. Today was no different.

     You vocalized your irritation (as you had done many times before) but it always fell on deaf ears, Dante simply didn’t care. Things came to a head when you were nearly finished with the job and the red devil had been nearly gutted by a group of demons but he still wouldn’t let you fight.

     “Dante,” you furrowed your brow as the two of you walked on, “Could you at least let me kill something? I’m getting bored with fighting small fries and playing cheerleader.”

     The red devil stopped and looked over at you, but said nothing.

     “Come on,” you made your best puppy dog eyes and stuck out your lip in a pouty manner, “Please?”

     “I can handle it,” he turned to continue on the path, “You are a human; humans are fragile.”

     “Excuse me?” You walked beside him, “You forget you’re human, too?” 

     “I can heal within seconds,” he glared at you from the corner of his eye, “You can’t.”

     You moved your jaw in thought, mulling over things before speaking again, “Yes, but that doesn’t mean you should push yourself like this,” the red devil’s head turned slightly, indicating he was listening, “Just ‘cause you can heal…” You reached out and lightly grabbed his bicep, “I’m your partner, remember? I’m here to help you.”

     Dante stopped and pivoted to look at you. His brow was slightly upturned and his eyes held an odd unplaceable emotion, “I know.”

     A small sad tilt decorated your brow as you lightly squeezed his arm before letting go. You had an inkling as to why he acted this way but had never been able to be sure; hell would have to freeze over before you’d get a clear answer from the red-clad half-breed.

     The two of you entered the center of the city where the demons seemed to have come from. In the middle of the large leveled area was a large mass of sorts. Both of you knew exactly what it was, the start of a demon nest.

     Almost as if on cue, an insurmountably large quantity of demons revealed themselves. The two of you split apart. Finally, you were able to fight something decent and were relishing in it. Your targets were, for the most part, Blades and Gladiuses; which wasn’t that big of a challenge but it is better than nothing. A smile shot across your face as you got to have some fun with Ifrit for the first time in years.

     In the complete opposite of an over-strained Dante trying to deal with several Plasmas and Blitzes.

     You had nearly finished up your half (well more like two-thirds) of the horde and destroyed the budding nest before you noticed Dante struggling. Quickly, you killed the last of your targets and rushed over to help the red devil, who had just been thrown through a building. 

     “Dante!” You kneeled down by him, “Hey, you alright?”

     “I’m… fine,” his voice was strained as he tried to sit upright, only to bare his teeth with a grimace.

     “Stay here, I’ll take care of this,” you stood up but found that your wrist was ensnared by Dante’s grasp.

     “No,” he attempted to stand again.

     “Dante, I can handle them,” you tugged your hand away, “Let go of me, please.”

     His expression was blank as his fingers only tightened around you.

     “Dante…” Now, you are starting to get irritated.

     “I can handle them, just let me do it,” he stood up and you saw that his ribcage had concaved, clearly broken.

     “No Dante-- You are in no condition to fight right now,” you pursed your lips, “I can finish this,” giving him one last chance to let go.

     “No, I am fine.”

     “Goddamnit Dante!” You snapped at him and yanked your hands out of Ifrit’s gauntlets, removing Dante’s grip on you, “You’re always protecting everyone else, so please, for once in your life,” you stalked over to Rebellion, which had been stuck in the ground nearby when Dante attempted to stop himself, grabbed it tightly and turned back to him, “Let me protect you.”

     His eyes widened, showing a mixture of confusion and anger, but you didn’t give him a chance to refuse. You had already gone off and were slaying the rest of the demons using Rebellion. If Dante wanted you to stop, he could have recalled his sword; he should’ve recalled the blade but, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to.

     Although you were still concerned for Dante, you couldn’t deny that you were having the time of your life. You'd only been allowed to use Rebellion one other time on the field, which was shortly after being hired at the DMC. The feeling of wielding such a mighty blade was insurmountable; not only that, but the frictionless feeling of slicing through demons was damn near erotic. A wide smile spread across your face as you finished off the final few demons, pinning the final Plasma down into the ground using the blade. 

     “You could’ve gotten hurt.”

     “You’re just jealous that I got more kills than you,” with a playful shake of your head and a small laugh, you pulled Rebellion back out of the ground and turned around. Dante had healed and was giving you quite the venomous glare, your expression dropped, “What?”

     He aggressively grabbed the sword from your hand, placed it on his back, and turned to walk back the way you came, “We’re leaving.”

     You bent down and picked up Ifrit, sliding the fiery devil’s gauntlets back on, “Huh? We haven’t done our sweep back--”

     “Now!” His voice was much angrier than you’d heard in a long time, so you remained silent and followed behind him. 

     The walk and ride back to the shop were eerily quiet. Neither of you said a word, not even to the soldiers that you passed in the city. During the bike ride, you did your best not to latch onto the red devil and held onto the bike itself--which wasn't exactly comfortable or easy, but you were pissed off and didn't care.

     As the two of you entered the shop, you had thought about saying something to the devil but weren’t going to give him that satisfaction; no, you just silently went up to your room and slammed the door behind you. Leaving him in the foyer, alone.

     Doing your best to ignore the guilty feeling in your gut, you hopped in a quick shower and took a small unintentional cat nap on your bed right after. Around an hour later, you woke up and groggily wandered downstairs to get a glass of water--and to see where Dante had gone. As you looked around, you pursed your lips in confusion. Dante typically after a job would just get drunk at his desk or on the couch but he was nowhere to be found. It was rare for him to actually go to his room; but, then again, it is even rarer for the two of you to have a disagreement or fight like this. A sigh left your lips as you traversed back to your room. A small amount of regret lingered at the edges of your mind for using such harsh words at the poor devil.

     Mindlessly, you had wandered to stand in front of his room and stood there with your hand up, ready to knock. After a minute you decided to put your hand back down, hoping that maybe he’d be the one to come to you and apologize for once. With a heavy sigh, you entered your room and turned the light on, then nearly had a heart attack. 

     There, sitting silently on the edge of your bed, was Dante in his boxers and a long-sleeve black baggy shirt. His forearms were resting on his legs--one of which was bouncing nervously, his hands intertwined as he mindlessly twisted and played with his fingers, and his gaze fixated on the floor.

     “Uh… Dante? Everything okay?” You shut the door, set your glass of water down, and slowly walked over to the bed, sitting beside him. 

     “You remember why I hired you?” His voice was soft and sad, something was wrong.

     You shook your head, confused at the seemingly out-of-nowhere question, “Huh?”

     “Do you remember why I hired you?”

     “Because you said you needed company..?”

     His lips twitched at the answer; however, he said nothing and just stared at the floorboards in front of him.

     “Dante?” You gently and cautiously grabbed his forearm, making his leg stop bouncing.

     His voice became even softer, becoming barely audible, “Do you regret it?”

     Your brow softened as your fingers gripped him tighter, “Dante…” 

     His brow furrowed as he moved his jaw for a second before giving you a sad huffed laugh, “I wouldn’t blame you if--”

     “Stop,” you stood up and moved to stand in front of him, then knelt between his legs, “Look at me,” his eyes coyly met yours as you grabbed both his hands, “I have never regretted anything I’ve done with you, nor will I ever.”

     A small quiver found its way to Dante’s lip, “Why?”

     “What do you mean why?” You gave him a bittersweet smile, “I like being with you, Dante.”

     He opened his mouth but no sound came out, only a crack and a small whimper as tears filled his eyes. Then you did what you should’ve done the moment he started talking, you stood up and enveloped him in a tight hug. Dante quickly wrapped himself around you. The red devil’s fingers dug into your back and grabbed generous handfuls of your shirt. 

     Half-formed sentences and choked-up versions of “I’m sorry” are all that he could manage through the unwavering barrage of tears. All you could do was hold him tight and tell him that everything’s okay--that he doesn’t have to apologize, not for breaking down like this. Gently, you kneaded against his shoulder blades and placed one hand in his hair, petting him. You noticed his hair was wet; which, not only meant that’s where he was when you were searching for him but, this was the first time he'd taken a real shower in nearly three weeks. It seemed like a lifetime had passed before his tears began to slow, eventually boiling down to just small hiccups. 

     However, his hold on you didn’t loosen, if anything, it got tighter. You had placed the side of your face against the top of his head and quietly hummed, hoping to comfort him.

     “Hey…” Dante’s voice was thick and quiet, a hint of nervousness ghosted his words.

     “Hm?”

     “Would it be okay to stay like this? Just for a little longer…” He waited with bated breath for your response.

     “Mnmm… How about this,” you pulled back from him, making him hesitantly release you. A small warm smile tugged at your lips as you straddled his lap and re-wrapped yourself around him with your legs around his middle, “This okay?”

     Through your shirt, you could feel Dante hum with a small smile, “Mhm,” his arms regrafted themselves to your body as he pushed his head into your body.

     The two of you sat together for nearly two hours, Dante softly purring against your skin as you lightly rubbed his back and played with his hair. If the front door hadn’t opened, the two of you would’ve stayed linked together for much longer. 

     “I’ll get it,” you slid off his lap but were stopped by Dante grabbing your wrist.

     “Do you have to?” His expression was oddly shy, which sent a sharp pang of love through your heart.

     “Join me?” You smiled as you pulled him up. A small surprised laugh left your mouth as you felt him lace your fingers together.

     A bright smile adorned your face as the two of you made your way downstairs and found Morrison standing in the foyer.

     “Afternoon, Mr. Morrison!” You waved with a small happy noise but realized that he was staring with wide eyes. 

     “I’m not… interrupting, am I..?”

     You stared at him in confusion before you realized how the two of you looked; both of you were semi-disheveled, only in underwear and a shirt, and Dante’s hand was in yours, “No! No- not at all! We-- It’s not what it--”

     “You are," Dante released your hand, moving further into the room, “but it is my fault for not locking the door. What’s up?”

     A sputtered confused noise left your lips as your face became unbearably hot, mortified at what Dante was implying.

     Morrison laughed, “Blunt as always, huh Dante?” 

     “Why bother lying about it,” Dante leaned against his desk, arms folded casually.

     The broker shook his head with a smile, “I’m just here to drop off payment from the job earlier,” he handed Dante a thick envelope, “The client was impressed with how quickly the two of you worked--made sure to get it to you just as fast and added a little extra cash, too.”

     “Oh? Really?” Dante opened the packet and counted the cash quickly, “Huh… Thanks, Morrison.”

     Morrison did a double-take, taken aback at not only Dante’s words but, Dante’s willingness to talk, “No problem, Dante…” The broker looked over to you with a raised brow before turning to leave, “Sorry for interrupting, I’ll lock the door on the way out. Goodnight you two.”

     “ ‘Night, Mr. Morrison!” Your voice was sweet but still had a lingering sense of embarrassment to it. 

     Dante opened the top desk drawer and tossed the money in it, smiling.

     With a sudden nervousness, you approached the pants-less devil and joined him near the desk, “So… What was Morrison interrupting, Dante?”

     His turquoise eyes slowly moved up to meet yours, a heavy odd feeling behind them. 

     Your face became even hotter as you swallowed hard, “Dante..?”

     “We were sitting together,” small creases formed on his cheeks as he smiled wider, “Why? Did you have something else in mind?”

     Another loud set of sputtered discombobulated noises came from you, unsure how to respond to such a loaded question. 

     A dark chuckle came from Dante as he meandered over to you, slowly inching you towards the wall behind his desk, then placing a hand beside your head, “Something wrong?”

     “No, I--,” you closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to keep yourself from spontaneously combusting in embarrassment, “I’m f-fine.”

     He lifted a brow and placed his free hand on your cheek, running his fingers gently across your skin, “I dunno, you seem rather feverish… You’re not sick, are you?”

     “I’m just a little warm, that’s all,” you let out a half-hearted laugh, doing your best to ignore the pounding in your chest.

     The red devil wasn’t satisfied with this answer and moved his face closer, putting his nose right beside yours, and made half-lidded eye contact, “I don’t believe you.”

     Bit by bit, you leaned closer to him, placing your lips as close as you could without touching his. The two of you hovered for a moment before Dante pulled away and turned to look to his right, “Do you mind?”

     You mimicked Dante's action in confusion and saw Trish standing in the shop. 

     “Lady forgot a few things in the garage,” Trish raised a brow and addressed you, “You believe us now?”

     “Trish!” Dante’s face was bright red, “Seriously?”

     “What?” She placed a hand on her hip, “You do love him, don’t you?”

     Dante mumbled something you didn’t quite catch before his voice returned to the previous volume, “Can you leave? You’re kinda killing the moment.”

     “Just make sure that you two can work in the morning, we have a contract to do.”

     “Trish!”

     She gave you a wide smirk and a wink, “Have fun.”

     The two of you waited for the garage door to shut before Dante sighed, “Guess the moment’s kinda ruined, huh?” 

     He sheepishly turned to you, to which you grabbed his shirt and yanked his lips down to meet yours. A surprised muffled grunt came from the red devil as he placed his hand over yours, his thumb slowly running over your skin and removing you from his shirt. Gradually, he regained control over the situation and pushed you back against the wall. His lips were broiling and desperately pushing against yours, almost painfully so. 

     Dante grabbed the sides of your hips, picking you up slightly, so he could pin you against the wall using only his body and a knee that he had placed between your legs. Your hands frantically grabbed at his body, eventually settling for one hand in his hair and the other groping at his upper back. His hands wandered all over your body, sliding underneath your shirt and touching as much as you as he could. 

     Eventually, you managed to wrap your legs around his middle and his hands slipped down to support you from underneath your thighs. You cupped his face in both your hands to deepen the fervorous kissing. The red devil bit lightly at your lips, asking to enter your mouth. At first, you didn’t let him and playfully denied him entrance. Dante wanted to taste you and wasn’t taking no for an answer, forcing his tongue inside. His tongue was hot and he wanted nothing more than to explore every bit of your mouth, to devour as much as he could. The unexpectedly long appendage made you jolt and gag slightly in surprise, which made Dante smirk with a small amount of pride. 

     Only once you were both out of breath did the two of you separate, leaving you with labored breathing and hazy loving smiles. 

     Your thumbs gently rubbed the stubble that decorated his jawline, “Dante, do you really..?”

     He meekly smiled and mumbled, avoiding your eyes in embarrassment, “You think I’d treat anyone else like you..?”

     You placed a soft kiss on his forehead, “I love you… So much”

     A soft huffed laugh came from his nose.

     “What?”

     He placed a small kiss on the side of the base of your neck, “Never thought I’d hear you say that.”

     You laughed softly, “Dante,” he looked up at you and you ran a hand through his hair, “You want to know something?”

     “Hmm?” He began to purr and melt into your touch. 

     “Although, there’s obviously more a more emotional aspect now,” you broke eye contact and turned away to avoid his gaze, “When we first met if you had asked me to… ya know… I would’ve,” your face was completely on fire as you regretted opening your mouth.

     “Oh?” Using one hand to support you, he used a hand to turn your face to his, “What was that now?”

     Your voice was high-pitched and cracked from embarrassment, “N-nothing!” 

     He had a sultry smirk tugging at his lips as he ran his thumb over your trembling lips, “You know, I thought about asking for that--instead of joining your hunt.”

     “You-- you did?” Your face only became hotter with each word.

     “Mhm,” Dante put his lips above yours again, “Not every day a smoking hot, sopping wet, guy busts into my shop.”

     The two of you connected lips again and Dante’s hands gripped the sides of your thighs harshly, his nails digging into you, and dipped your ass lower to meet his growing heat. A small growl came from the back of the red devil’s throat as he ground his hips against you. Your hands grabbed his shoulders as you let out a small moan from the friction of Dante’s grinding. In response, Dante began to roll his hips harshly against you, shoving you against the wall with each thrust. Your hips jolted from the sudden rough movements and you broke from the kiss, letting out a low hissing groan. Dante, however, wasn’t done tasting you and immediately placed his lips back over yours; making sure to devour each one of your sweet noises. 

     He turned around and began to support you using only one hand again. With his free hand, he moved his mother’s photo to the desk drawer, closing it softly, and then swept his arm across his desk, throwing everything else off the top--making an absolute mess of the already cluttered shop. 

     Dante dropped you onto the desk and broke the kiss. Quickly, he removed your shirt and began to bite at whatever he could, making you squirm from the sudden, almost animalistic, aggression. His teeth broke through your skin and Dante excitedly lapped up the crimson lines, letting out a continuous lowly growl. A sharp loud gasp left your mouth as you arched your back towards him in response to him biting your neck; still drawing blood as he did for the other marks. Your fingers dug into him only further encouraging him to do it again.

     However, you weren’t about to let Dante have all the fun. You kneaded your way down his torso and to the edge of his boxers. Coyly, you palmed over his bulge with widening eyes. Of course, it was easy to tell that Dante had a nice dick from how visible it is through his pants but you didn’t expect it to get that much bigger.

     The sultry devil caught onto your sudden surprise and let out a small breathy laugh against your neck, “What’s the matter, babe?” He ran his tongue along one of the bleeding marks, “Surely you knew..?”

     “I,” your mind was blank, “I thought you were a shower, not a grower,” you let out a half-huff half-laugh noise through your nose.

     “Oh, just you wait,” a small seductive laugh came from him as he leaned back up to look you in the eyes, “Still not quite there yet.”

     You rolled your eyes and casually draped your arms over his shoulders, “You know, just cause it’s big doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to use it,” you let out a playful low laugh, staring at him with half-lidded eyes. 

     Dante leaned in, “Oh, don’t worry,” he kissed you again, “I know exactly what you like,” smiling happily. 

     The two of you exchanged loud pecking kisses, “Mhm, sure you do.” 

     He stopped and left his lips right above yours, his breath ghosting your kiss-swollen lips, “I can hear things, you know…” 

     Your eye went wide, “Wh-what are you--”

     “Every night, in your room,” he moved to kiss right behind your jaw, whispering against your skin giving you goosebumps, “Begging for me, saying my name,” he ran his tongue along the shell of your ear, “You’re much louder than you think, babe,” Dante gently bit your ear before he leaned back up to meet your gaze. 

     All you could do was stare back. Admittedly, it had crossed your mind a few times over the years that Dante might be able to hear you but you figured that he would’ve said something by now; especially with how long it’s been since you moved in. The idea that Dante had been listening to you for so long made your entire body hot and threw you for a loop.

     Through all your discombobulated noises, you finally managed to sputter out, “Why didn’t you tell..?”

     “Because,” he leaned in, intensifying his eye contact, “I get off listening to you,” he kissed your jawline, “I love hearing you come undone.”

     A shiver ran up your spine as you completely froze. 

     The red devil noticed your change in expression and began to panic, “I didn’t upset you--!”

     You yanked him down to your mouth, kissing him harshly once more. As you did, your hands ran up his shirt and began to grope at his pecs, eliciting a moan from the white-haired devil. Your nails ran down his body leaving loving irritated red skin, making him groan much louder.

     He broke off from the kiss and quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it in a random direction in the shop. When he looked back at you, his heart skipped a beat at the face you were making. Although you were obviously already flustered, your face had turned darker by tenfold and your eyes were wide; staring directly at Dante’s bare body.

     “What?” He smiled with a tilt of his head and hips, “Like what you see?”

     You coyly reached out to touch his chest again, Dante watching you intently. Softly, you kneaded against him and whispered, “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

     Now it was his turn to become red in the face, “H-huh?”

     “I said,” your voice returned to normal volume, “You’re gorgeous, Dante…”

     He stared at you. Although the red devil plays the confident type, his self-esteem was rather poor, and, to be quite frank, he hated how he looked most days; being reminded of his dead brother every time he looked in a mirror. However, hearing you say something so simple and, yet, so impactful made his head spin and his heart wrench.

     You leaned in and placed a string of gentle kisses along his collarbones. As you did, you could hear him purring ever-so-slightly and were able to feel the vibrations through your lips. Eventually, Dante snapped out of his stupor, he slipped his hands into your underwear and found purchase on your ass, groping and kneading against you harshly. Next, you placed kisses up his neck and placed a long kiss against his Adam’s apple, pushing against it slightly; eliciting a groan from Dante. 

     Now back up at his lips, you connected with him once again. The red devil leaned you back onto the barren desk, without breaking the kiss, and pulled your hips tight to his. Once you were fully laid back, Dante moved down your jaw all the way down to your chest with soft kisses. A loud hiss left your mouth as you felt him bite down on one of your nipples, tugging on it slightly--doing his best to make sure he didn’t give you an accidental piercing. 

     “Fuck… Dante,” you ran your hands through his hair and looked down at him, he was already staring back at you; something was different, “Hey,” he released his bite, “You-- You alright?”

     His brow twitched in confusion and he tilted his head, his gaze thinned.

     “Your uh… eyes are--” You pursed your lips, his eyes had become a vibrant burning red-orange

     “Oh- Oh!” Dante laughed softly, “Don’t worry about that,” his voice was quiet, seemingly shy, “I’m just excited, that’s all.”

     You smiled at him and placed a hand on his cheek, thumbing over his flushed skin. He moved back up to you and stared down at you. His eyes are the exact same as when he uses his Devil Trigger except for his pupils, which are heavily dilated. It was a chilling reminder of how dangerous Dante really is, how much stronger than you he is.

     “Are you sure you are alright with me-- with us-- doing this?” His brow was upturned and his voice was filled with a unquenchable lust that made your entire body hot.

     “Of course,” you gave him a long drawn-out kiss and bit his lower lip, slowly pulling on it, “I wouldn't have it any other way,” you felt him shift his hips slightly and whispered against his lips, “I want you, please, Dante.”

     He nodded and took a deep breath, leaning back up. 

     Before he could do anything, you sat up and pushed him away lightly with your fingertips on his chest. A sultry smirk tugged at your lips as you slowly slid down to your knees, placing the occasional kiss along his abdomen. 

     Dante’s breath hitched upon realizing what you were doing, “You don’t have to- ah~” He let out a small groan at the feeling of your lips against his still-clothed cock. 

     You looked up at him and placed a few more kisses down his trapped shaft, feeling him twitch against you. With almost painfully slow movements you kissed back up his shaft then slid your fingers behind the band of his boxers, pulling them down. His cock sprung up proudly, already dribbling pre-cum. 

     With a small smirk, you looked up at him and ran your tongue up the underside of his dick, making sure to lap up the small bits of milky fluid. His eyes broke from yours and were staring upwards.

     “Dante,” you stopped, making him look back down at you, “Look at me, please,” you leaned back in closer to his body, whispering against his sensitive flesh, “I want to see if you are enjoying what I am doing or not”

     He swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath, “I don’t know how long I… If I watch you.”

     You smiled and let out a sultry laugh, placing a kiss on the underside of his tip, “That’s fine, as long as I get to watch you cum.”

     The red devil’s face was bright red, not only from your words but from, watching you give his slit small kitten licks. You made your way down his shaft with slow kisses again, reveling in how much he was squirming from your touch. Once down to his base, you moved to the side--between his cock and the meat of his thigh--and bit down on him, leaving a loving dark mark. All the while Dante was groaning quietly as he bit his lower lip, attempting to stifle his vulnerable noises. In fact, he was biting down so hard that blood had begun to trickle down his chin.

     After you felt the mark was dark enough, you placed several kisses on his balls and curled your tongue around his shaft, moving from the very base all the way back up. Slowly, you placed your lips around his cockhead and made sure to watch as Dante released his lower lip, unable to contain himself any longer. Bit by bit you took his length into your mouth, to the best of your ability; it’s not every day you suck an eight-inch cock after all. 

     Unhurriedly you bobbed your head up and down, making sure to savor his taste and the lewd mewls that he was making. You used one hand to play with his balls, making him buck his hips at the unexpected touch. Cautiously, he placed a hand on the back of your head, his fingers just barely ghosting against you. Noticing his hesitation, you used your free hand to push his palm harder against you. As you worked yourself into a rhythm, you noticed that he was moving his hips gently into you, making you take him in ever-so-slightly deeper with each intake. 

     You placed your free hand on your own dick and began to stroke yourself at the sight of Dante towering above you. He was breathing heavily with half-lidded eyes and was moaning sweet praises; such as “Holy shit” or “Goddamnit”. 

     After a while, you moved back to kiss down his shaft and his balls. Carefully, you licked his sack and took one of his balls into your mouth very gently sucking on it.

     Dante put his hands against the wall, pushing up, and arched his back as he let out a loud unfiltered moan, "Fuckin~~! God~" His fingers clawed through the wallpaper, all he wanted was to grab you and fuck into the back of your throat, but he needed to be careful and have patience; the last thing he wants is to hurt you.

     As you released his ball, you lightly ran your teeth against the skin, making him let out another loud moan. You flattened your tongue and ran it up between his balls, making sure to go slowly between them, all the way back to his tip only to generously give his slit more kitten licks. 

     Once again, you returned to bobbing up and down on his cock, moving a bit faster this time. One of your hands began to fondle his balls again whilst the other wrapped around to hold the back side of his thighs; encouraging him to thrust harder into your face. The red devil caught on quickly to the idea and placed both his hands on the back of your head and began to thrust his hips into you. 

     Admittedly, it was perhaps a bad idea to encourage him to face-fuck you since he managed to make you deep-throat him; something you weren’t able to do. Tears sprung to the corners of your eyes at the feeling. All you could do was wrap both your arms around his thighs and hold on for dear life, hoping he didn’t get any rougher. 

     Thankfully, it didn’t take Dante long to reach his peak. Your eyes met with his and he let out a thunderous whining moan as his fingers dug into the back of your head, pushing his cock as far into your mouth as he could. As expected, his cum didn’t taste the greatest--caused by his diet or lack-there-of, it was very salty and rather bitter. On top of that, he was choking you and pushing rather hard into the back of your throat but that didn’t matter much; you got what you’ve been lusting after for so long. 

     The look on his face alone made it worth the probable sore throat in the morning. He was disheveled with his hair falling in front of his face, some of which was stuck to the thin layer of sweat on his brow. His eyes were heavy and even more dilated than before. A dark red stain adorned his lower lip from his own smeared blood. Heavy labored breaths left his ajar lips, giving you a good look at his sharp teeth. You could tell that he wanted you, that he wasn’t done with you yet; which is exactly what you’d hoped for. 

     You felt him pet the back of your head as you removed his cock from your mouth. With heavy eyes of your own, you looked up at him with your mouth hung open slightly and breathing heavily. He noticed the tears that had finally run down your face and thumbed them off your cheeks, cupping your face in his hands. 

     Without breaking eye contact, you leaned against one of his hands and took his thumb into your mouth, biting it softly. 

     Dante’s voice was soft, “Can we do more?”

     With a smirk, you let go of his finger and stood up, placing a hand on his chest, “You sure you’re up for it?”

     The red devil picked you up, placing his head between your neck and shoulder, whispering in a low dark tone, “My room or yours?”

     A shiver ran up your spine, “E-either one’s fine-!”

     Dante bit down softly over one of the marks he made earlier in an attempt to satiate some of his growing desires, internally he felt himself becoming increasingly impatient. After a minute of thought, he went upstairs with you still in his arms and kissing your marred skin. Dante decided to use his room; after all, he knows where his lube is--plus he doesn’t have to worry about ruining your bedding, bed, or room in the heat of the moment. 

     He supported you with one arm as he futzed with the doorknob. You grabbed his face and moved it to yours, kissing him once again. Dante’s kisses were much less innocent and sweet this time; this time, they were overtly lustful and sinful. He wanted to indulge both himself and you in these unholy urges, to make you feel as good as he does; which, come hell or high water, is exactly what he’s going to do. 

     Finally, he got the door open and pushed it open using your back. Your hands made their way up to his hair, grabbing handfuls of it as he placed both his hands on your ass, pulling you as tight to him as he could. The only light in the room was provided by the sunset that was peaking through the blinds on his window; which poured directly onto the bed. He brought you both to the foot of his bed and laid you down, moving his kisses down your neck and to your shoulder. 

     When Dante leaned up the sight before him is one that will be immortalized in his jumbled mind. You were a hazy mess and were sprawled out on the untidy sheets. The sunlight gave your body a golden glow and only emphasized how beautiful you are to him. You looked heavenly, angelic almost. A small amount of pity sat at the edge of Dante’s mind, pity at how he is going to stain your pure and holy nature; how this devil is going to destroy you.

     He grabbed one of your hands and kissed the back of it, placing genteel warm kisses up your arm and stopping on your shoulder. His breath was hot and tickled your ear as he whispered to you, “I love you,” he placed a long kiss on the side of your neck, “So damned much…”

     Before you could speak, he placed a soft peck on your lips and stood up, moving over to his bedside table. You scooched up further onto the bed and Dante climbed onto it, a bottle of lube now in hand, sitting on his knees. To say he looked stunning was an understatement. You weren’t sure if he looked heavenly or if he looked demonic; perhaps he is both a devil and an angel wrapped up in a half-human shell. The sunlight made him appear god-like; between the sheer definition of his frame and the orange eyes that were trained on you, he looked surreal. Said eyes were flicking all over your body, absorbing every bit of you that he could, but he was hesitant; what if he messes things up?

     After a few minutes, you sat up and placed a hand on his bicep, “Hey, you okay? We can stop if you don’t want to do more, Dante.”

     He shook his head, “No, I want this, I want you. I just--” his gaze broke from yours and mumbled, just barely audible, “I’m nervous.”

     You gave him a gentle smile, thumbing over his arm, “You’re doing great, Dante,” you leaned the top of your head against his chest, closing your eyes, “Besides, that’s supposed to be my line.”

     He let out a warm laugh and placed his hands on your back, kneading against you. 

     After a moment, Dante leaned you back down and slid his hands into your underwear. He pulled your last bit of clothing off and tossed it somewhere within the messy room, then he took his own off; leaving you both completely exposed. The red devil then paused in thought for a moment before carefully turning you over onto your stomach.

     You peered over your shoulder at Dante. He was staring at your bare form, biting his lip. A small groan left your mouth as you felt him place his warm hands on your ass, kneading. After a moment, you heard him shuffle around and then he sat for a moment. A sharp gasp came from you as you felt him smack your ass then aggressively grabbed the slowly redding side. Dante’s lip twitched into a smirk as he did it again, hearing you let out another moan. 

     He put both hands back down and groped at your ass, listening to your whimpering beneath him. Admittedly, he wanted to continue teasing you but he was losing grip on his own emotions; fighting back an urge to Trigger. So, he let go of your tender flesh and grabbed the bottle of lube. Instinctively, you put your ass up a bit; laying in a downward dog position. Dante split apart your cheeks and applied a generous amount of lube before slowly running his finger around your hole. 

     A small buck of your hips back told Dante you wanted him to hurry up so he slid one finger inside you. You buried your face into the bedding in hopes to suppress your voice but were quickly pulled back up by Dante’s hand carefully around your throat. 

     Through a strained growl, Dante confidently huffed, “I want to hear everything, and,” he leaned down, slowly adding a second finger, and whispered in your ear, “I don’t want you to fake anything.” He kissed the back of your neck, “I want your real reactions, ‘kay?”

     Quickly you nodded, laying your head to the side and letting out a quiet groan as you felt his fingers fuck into you faster. Dante curled his fingers towards himself and felt you jolt forwards as you let out a guttural groan. So, he repeated the action and, when you repeated the same response, he continued to do it faster and faster. 

     Dante added more lube and slid in a third digit and saw that your brow furrowed a bit, grimacing slightly; however, you didn’t tell him to stop so he pushed it in further. As he played with your hole, he noticed you had begun to practically ride his hand. Mindlessly he opened his mouth and began to play with his teeth using his tongue, he found himself distantly regretting waiting so long and wished he had been able to gratify these taboo feelings sooner. 

     “Dante,” you stared at him from the corner of your eyes, “I want you,” you felt his fingers quicken, making you moan, “Please, Dante.”

     The red devil shifted his jaw in thought, still playing with your ass. He wanted to watch you squirm underneath him longer but he couldn’t deny that he was also growing increasingly desperate. With a small sigh, he removed his fingers and gently coaxed you to turn over; laying belly up. 

     Slowly, he ran a hand down your middle and gently thumbed over your aching cock, and the pre-cum that decorated the tip. You whimpered from the unexpected feeling of your long-neglected arousal. Dante leaned back to sit his butt on his heels and, using some lube, stroked himself to the sight before him. 

     Once fully slicked up, Dante aligned himself with your hole. A devilish smirk tugged at his lips as he teased you, running his tip along your hole; he wanted to hear you beg as he had heard in secret for so many years. 

     “Please Dante,” you pursed your lips and rolled your hips, “Please, I can’t-- Please~!”

     With a low growl, he pushed his tip inside and you let out a sharp gasp at the feeling. 

     Bit by bit Dante entered your body. You were doing your best not to tighten your body around the unfamiliar feeling. Admittedly, it made your whole body tingle in delight; never had you had such a large partner--living or plastic--making this quite a new and thrilling experience. It took nearly a minute for Dante to finally be fully inside and both of you were already on edge. You reached up for Dante’s head, pulling him down for a kiss. Your legs rested on the outsides of his hips, allowing him to bend down fully to kiss you. The kisses were slow, loud, sloppy kisses; both of you were a mess.

     Dante sat back up, holding you around your thighs, and ever-so-slightly pulled back then pushed back inside. He continued these small careful movements for some time. 

     “More, please, Dante,” you spoke between heavy breaths, “I don’t want you to hold back,” you flashed him a warm sultry smile, “Do whatever you want with me, Daddy~” You added a playful wink to the end and laughed as his eyes went wide with embarrassment.

     Your laughter quickly died down when you felt him quickly pull out over half his length and jab it right back in eliciting you to let out a loud unfiltered moan, “Do whatever I want, huh?” He gave you a dark full-teeth smile, you felt your stomach drop in a fearful arousal type of way.

     Dante pulled out almost the whole way and, once again, slammed right back inside. You let out another sharp moan and arched your back at the feeling. The red devil repeated this action until all you could hear in the shop was his balls hitting your ass and you spouting out random jibberish; singing the devil’s praises. 

     You went to jack yourself off but were stopped by Dante’s hand grabbing your wrist. Without slowing down, Dante leaned down and looked you dead in the eye, “You only get to cum when I say you can, babe.”

     “What~Ah~!” 

     Dante yanked you up to sit on his lap, making hard deep hard jackrabbit thrusts right into your prostate. As he did that, he also had begun to bite over your skin again and his hands hand found their way to your ass; groping it hard. You wrapped your arms around him and held on to him, leaving deep scratches on his upper back. His lips met with yours again for more sloppy wet kisses, his hands slowly traveled to underneath your thighs. 

     In one swift motion, he had both of you up off the bed and you pushed against his wall. His thrusts had slowed to a moderate pace but were still short, only pulling out two or three inches. You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and bit down on his shoulder. Dante let out a loud sharp unfiltered moan and his fingers dug into your skin, clawing into your thighs. 

     Once you felt the mark was deep enough, you placed a few more; making sure to mar up each side, and with each bite, you got another frantic moan. You leaned back to admire your work and felt him start making longer, more drawn-out movements, purposefully teasing. 

     Now resting his head against the side of your neck, he placed a few kisses, “I don’t remember saying you could bite me, babe.”

     “Whatcha gonna do about it, hm?” 

     Dante pulled out of you and the next thing you knew you were being pushed face down into the floor, his hand grasping the back of your head tightly. He re-inserted himself inside you and began to fuck you even harder than before; pulling out to the very tip and slamming into you. Using his other hand, he took one of your arms and held it behind you, pinning it to your back. Your free hand was stretched in front of you and you were gripping the floor with your fingertips, desperately trying to ground yourself. 

     Admittedly, you were on cloud nine as you felt him continuously re-penetrate your hole. Your legs felt weak and you began to, unknowingly, drop your hips down; which caught Dante’s attention. The red devil pulled himself back out and took you to the bed, laying you face up. He remained on his feet and re-inserted himself, then yanked your legs up and over his shoulders. All you could do was grip the bedding tightly and continue to babble random moaning phrases to him, egging him on further. 

     This pose didn’t last long, Dante removed your legs and leaned down to you. He gave you a long impassioned kiss before resting his forehead against your chest. One of his hands grabbed yours, intertwining your fingers, and the other found purchase on your cock. With each jab inwards, he jerked your dick in rhythm with his hips. Your free hand gripped his hair, holding him into your chest. 

     Dante’s voice was ragged and low, almost desperate sounding, “I don’t know how much longer I…”

     “Cum inside me, Dante,” you didn’t even need to hear the rest, you knew that he wanted to know what to do. 

     He moved his head to rest between your neck and shoulder then picked up his pace tenfold, in both his hips and his hand. Your body arched tightly against his and your fingers clasped even tighter around his hand and his hair. It only took a few more short sharp jabs for him to reach his climax, spilling himself deep inside you. Dante’s teeth sunk deep into your skin, breaking it once again, and creating a vice grip on you. 

     The hot feeling from his cum quickly spread throughout your body as his pace around your cock sped up, the combination of the two soon brought you to your own peak, “Fuck, Dante~!” Your voice was loud and semi-whiney and you pushed your head against his. 

     A gentle purr could be heard from him at the sound of your orgasm, despite him still having his teeth sunk into you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair and felt as if you were going to cry. The two of you laid connected for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being so close.

     Dante carefully removed his bite, making you let out a hiss in pain, and released your hand from his. He leaned up and gently removed his cock from your body, making a shiver run up your spine. With a happy content huff, he relaxed back down on you and propped himself up by resting his forearms on your chest. A warm smile and half-lidded eyes adorned his face as he placed a soft innocent kiss on your cheek and then rested his chest on his arms, staring at you.

     Your hands slowly ran up his biceps and rested on his shoulders, mimicking his smile with one of your own. As you thumbed over his skin, you couldn’t help but think about how much you truly cared about Dante. Wandering thoughts devolved to the memories of coming home to a near-dead Dante laying on the bathroom floor; which only further darkened to the idea that it could always happen and, someday, you might not make it home in time to--

     “Hey,” Dante’s soft voice pulled you from your thoughts. His smile was gone and his brow was creased, “What’s wrong?”

     A tremble found its way to your lips as you stared at him and you realized that you had several tears running down your face. Unable to spit out what you were thinking, you spoke with a small crack in your voice, “Can you come closer?”

     He gave you a small sweet smile with a happy huff, “Here.”

     Dante stood up, picked you up, and placed you on the bed--laying you the correct way. The red devil then slid onto the bed next to you, placing his head on your chest. He laid with his body half on top of you and wrapped his arms around your middle, allowing you to do the same. Although you typically would’ve immediately gone to wash up after such a strenuous event, you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of him. A loud robust purring filled the room as both of you relished in the feeling of holding one another.

     You placed a soft long kiss against the top of his head, lingering against him for some time before whispering sweetly against his disheveled hair, “I love you, Dante; you know that, right?”

     The red devil turned his head to look at you better and placed a soft kiss against your lips, “I love you too babe,” he placed his head back on your chest, nuzzling into your hard, his arms wrapping tighter around you, “So damned much.”

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ENDING NOTES: ;skfajfjlkdsjafkldj this wasn’t supposed to be this long--it’s 22 pages in docs; how the fuck-- This was supposed to be a short Dante smut fic, what happened lmaooo 🍊🍊🍊 Quick thing: If you are curious as to why I think a younger Dante would have issues with how he looks; it is because it reminds him of Vergil (Vergil has the same issue when his hair is down, thinking he looks like his brother--I mean, they are twins after all).  🍊🍊🍊 You know, I have written quite a bit of smut, right? So you’d think that I would stop laughing and getting embarrassed over writing words like “nipple” or “balls” but no, I fucking still giggle to myself like a fucking idiot when I write those words like… wtf is wrong with me smh Like I sit here typing one letter at a time all flustered when writing those two words specifically even though I just wrote about Dante fingerings the reader or like the reader linking Dante’s pre-cum like wtf is wrong with me lmaooo

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Hello this is my first request.. I was thinking could you Worte whenever you have time a Vergil x Fem/GN reader where he shows care to reader after battle in front of Dante and Nero leaving everyone speech less?

Vergil Sparda x fem!reader PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION

Hi sorry for being gone so long! I see you asked for an after battle story but I felt like writing 2 versions! I hope u like them both

♡care after battle♡

It had been a long and grueling battle, one that left Vergil Sparda and his girlfriend, [Reader], battered and exhausted. They had fought alongside Dante and Nero (surpringly their presence not necessarily minded by vergil) taking on an army of demons that threatened to overrun the human world.

As the dust settled and the last of the demons fell, Vergil turned to [Reader], concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked, taking her hand in his.

[Reader] smiled weakly, still catching her breath. "I'm fine," she said, squeezing his hand.

Vergil's eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I'm glad," he said, relief evident in his voice.

It was a small gesture, but one that didn't go unnoticed by Dante and Nero. They exchanged a look, surprised by the usually stoic Vergil's display of affection.

"Uh, what's going on here?" Dante asked, his eyebrows raised.

Vergil ignored him, instead turning to [Reader]. "Let's get you out of here," he said, taking her arm and helping her to her feet.

As they walked away, Dante and Nero looked at each other in shock. They had never seen their brother act so tenderly with anyone before.

"That was...unexpected," Nero said, breaking the silence.

Dante nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. "Yeah, it was. But I guess it just goes to show that even someone like Vergil can care about someone else."

As they made their way back to their base, Vergil kept a protective arm around [Reader], keeping her close to him. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes about the depth of his feelings for her.

And as they walked, Dante and Nero couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for their brother (and father lol) , who had always been so distant and reserved. Maybe, they thought, there was more to Vergil than they had previously realized.

♡bonus story♡

Vergil had always been reserved and focused on his goals, but there was one person who had managed to break through his tough exterior: his girlfriend, [Name]. They had been together for several months now, ( which is hard to get to as is) Vergil found himself more and more in love with her every day.

One day, as they were walking through the streets of Red Grave City, Vergil and [Name] ran into Dante and Nero. Dante greeted them with a grin, but Nero looked a little uncomfortable - he still wasn't entirely sure what to make of Vergil.

As they chatted, Vergil noticed that Dante and Nero kept glancing over at him and [Name]. He could tell that they were curious about their relationship, and a part of him felt a little self-conscious.

But as they continued to talk, Vergil's love for [Name] began to overcome his reservations. Without thinking, he reached out and took her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers.

At first, [Name] looked surprised, but then a smile spread across her face. She leaned in and rested her head on Vergil's shoulder, and Vergil felt a warm sense of contentment spread through him.

Dante and Nero both looked a little taken aback by the display of affection. Dante raised an eyebrow, but then he grinned and clapped Vergil on the back. "Well, well, well," he said. "Looks like little bro's all grown up." (Vergil is the older twin lmao)

Nero looked a little uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything. Vergil could tell that he was still getting used to the idea of his father being back in his life - let alone having a girlfriend.

But Vergil didn't care. For the first time in a long time, he felt truly happy, surrounded by the people he cared about. And as he looked down at [Name], he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, no matter what challenges they might face in the future.

As they continued to walk through the city, Vergil kept holding [Name]'s hand, and she leaned into him with a sense of contentment. Dante and Nero continued to chat with them, but there was a new sense of respect in their eyes, as if they had a newfound appreciation for the love that Vergil had found.

In the end, it was [Name] who broke the silence, squeezing Vergil's hand and looking up at him with a smile. "I love you," she said softly.

Vergil felt a warmth spread through him, and he leaned down to kiss her gently. He knew that there were still battles to fight and enemies to face, but with [Name] by his side, he felt like he could take on anything.

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I have been falling for a long time

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Request- The reader is the son of Dante from the devil may cry series but he hasn’t told the team or Wanda that he is a half devil because he’s scared who they will react and across it will scare Wanda. So on the rare occasion the team has a day off Dante and Vergil decide to drop by unannounced because Dante misses his kid and wants to meet the heroes (also because Vergil misses his nephew but he won’t say that and instead will say he’s testing your power)and Dante had the bright idea to just randomly start attacking without saying anything

You and Wanda are at home, carving pumpkins together. You and Wanda have to take out the insides of the pumpkin.

“I always wanted to do this” Wanda smiled.

“I thought it would be boring but it's not,” You said.

“Are you going to carve a scary face?” Wanda asked.

“I will try” You smiled.

You and Wanda start to carve faces on the pumpkin.

“Babe, can I ask you something?” Wanda asked.

“Sure,” You said.

“How come, you don't want me to meet your family? We have been dating for a long time now. You know everything about me and met Pietro and my dad. Feels like I don't know everything about you” Wanda said.

You haven't told your girlfriend about your family and what you are. You don't want her to be scared of you or worse hate you. You always lie about why she can't meet the family and you are running out of excuses.

“Wanda… It's not a good time right now” You said.

“Why?” Wanda asked.

“Because my dad is sick and he has the flu. And I don't want us to get sick” You lied.

“Okay, I understand. How's the pumpkin coming along?” Wanda said.

“Not bad… I think” You said unsure.

Your pumpkin isn't scary and Wanda carved a happy face. Then you and Wanda put the pumpkins on the window. Later, you and Wanda cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.

——

Vergil and Dante are home.

“Brother, have you noticed everything is calm right now,” Vergil said.

“It is,” Dante said.

“We should take advantage of this and have some real fun,” Vergil said.

“We should go see, Y/n. I miss him and we haven't seen him since he left home” Dante said.

Vergil does miss his nephew but won't say it.

“Are you going to call him?” Vergil asked.

“No; how about we surprise him” Dante smiled.

“The element of attacking, good idea,” Vergil said.

“Let’s go before something ruins this moment,” Dante said.

“Okay,” Vergil said.

Before leaving they went to gather some clothes and weapons. Your father Dante, knows where you live because you told him before.

—

Nick Fury and Steve, are making everyone do bonding training exercises. Because lately, everyone hasn't been getting along and the last mission went terribly wrong. Everyone is outside near the shield building. You are standing next to Wanda, but you aren't paying attention to their speech on working together.

But Vergil and Dante spotted you standing next to Wanda. They don't know that she is your girlfriend and they are on the roof, looking at you. Dante takes out his gun and sword, then Vergil takes out his sword. The building isn't too far from where you are standing. Nick and Steve will make you and others train next to the woods. But you rather be in bed sleeping and wake up in the afternoon.

“Ready?” Vergil asked.

“Yeah, let's give him a big hug” Dante smirked.

Vergil and Dante started to walk backward, and then they started to run very fast and jumped off the roof. They managed to reach the distance from where you were standing. You didn't have time to fight back, suddenly you felt your head on the ground extremely hard. Your skull cracked open.

“Hello, nephew” Vergil yelled.

You start to heal fast then you sit up. Wanda is using her magic to fight your father and uncle. Natasha joins in and starts to fight them, then the guys start to fight Dante and Vergil. You stand up and you use your magic to summon your sword.

“This is one hell of a reunion” You smirked.

Your father starts to run towards you and you block his attack.

“Dad!?” You yelled.

“You forgot how your father looks?” Dante asked.

“Y/n, he is your father!?” Wanda yelled.

You and your father keep fighting.

“Yes! He is my father. Dad, what are you doing here? Why you didn't call?” You said.

“Why are you two fighting?” Steve asked.

“This is how we say hi,” Vergil said.

You have some blood on your face, due to hitting the ground. You and your dad stopped fighting then he hugged you.

“What the hell is going on?” Nick yelled.

“This is my father Dante and my uncle Vergil,” You said.

Wanda is waiting for you to tell them that she is your girlfriend.

“Dad, this is the team I'm part of the Avengers. We were supposed to do group training” You said.

Wanda cleared her throat.

“Oh! Sorry. Ummm, dad, this is my girlfriend Wanda Maximoff” You said.

“Nice to meet you,” Wanda said.

“Nice to meet you. Y/n, you didn't tell me that you have a girlfriend?” Dante asked.

“And you said no one would date you because you are a demon,” Vergil said.

“Demon?” Everyone said at the same time.

“What does he mean, that you are a demon?” Wanda asked.

“Yes, my son is a demon it runs in the family. That's why he can heal extremely fast during combat” Dante said.

“I didn't tell you or anyone because… because people will treat me differently and won't trust me because I'm half demon,” You said.

“Why did you lie to me, about everything?” Wanda asked.

You began to stutter then Wanda walked away, then you sighed. You run after her but she needs space and she keeps walking away.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

Since finding out that you are half-demon, you and Wanda have been arguing for days. Your dad and uncle went to see you and Wanda, but they heard you two arguing from the bedroom.

“Do you think she will forgive him?” Vergil asked.

“Tough to say. From what I heard, they have been dating for two years and he never told her” Dante said.

“Is he ashamed?” Vergil asked.

“Remember the last girl he dated? He told her and we had to fight the hunters” Dante said.

“Well, they deserved to die,” Vergil said.

Dante nods. They stopped talking because they started to hear what you and Wanda were yelling about.

“Why did you lie to me?!” Wanda yelled.

“I didn't lie to you!” You yelled.

“I told you everything about myself and you didn't! How do you think, I felt when I found out that you were half-demon by your dad attacking you? I don't know if I can trust you, Y/n” Wanda said.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you. But you can trust me, Wanda. I have been there for you through everything” You yelled.

“But you lied to me about you who are! That is a huge part of you!” Wanda yelled.

You and Wanda kept going back and forth yelling at each other. Then Dante and Vergil, watched Wanda storm out of the apartment. She slammed the door extremely hard then you came out of the bedroom.

“Everything better?” Vergil asked.

You glared at your uncle.

“We live together and she kicked me out,” You said.

“Why you didn't tell her?” Dante asked.

“Because what happened with my last ex-girlfriend, remember? I was scared, Wanda would be like that” You said.

“Give her space then talk to her,” Dante asked.

“If that doesn't work out, then dump her and find someone else,” Vergil said.

“I have to pack,” You said.

You went back to the bedroom, then you started to pack your clothes. Then you went to a hotel with your father and uncle.

——

For days you have been moping around and didn't go on missions. Steve would call but you ignore his calls, then Natasha would call or send you emails but she would threaten you to answer her back. But you don't care if she gets mad at you for not answering, then Scott tried to cheer you but it didn't work.

“Are you in love with her?” Dante asked.

“Yeah, but I haven't told her. Do you think she would forgive me?” You said.

You are sitting on the bed and your dad sits next to you.

“She will forgive you, just give it time. How did you meet her?” Dante asked.

“When I first joined the Avengers, I met her there and it was love at first sight for me,” You said.

“She will come around and when she does, tell her the truth,” Dante said.

He smacked the back of your head, then you started to rub your head.

“What was that for!?” You yelled.

“For being an idiot and not telling her that you are a demon!” Dante yelled.

You glared at your father.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

You found out that the team had to pick sides Steve or Tony. Also, you and Wanda are not talking to each other at all. You went to the airport with your dad and uncle.

“What's the plan?” Dante asked

“I don't want them to fight and I don't want anyone to hurt Wanda,” You said.

“That’s it?” Vergil asked.

“Yes! Yeah, that's it. What else did you expect?” You said

“Looks like someone woke up grumpy,” Vergil said.

“Whatever” You mumbled.

You made it to the airport in time. They were about to fight, then you stood in the middle.

“Come on, guys we don't have to fight,” You said.

“You don't know what is going on, kid. So step aside” Tony said.

“You have to pick a side,” Steve said.

“No!” You yelled.

Everyone watched you transform into your true form as a devil. Your eyes become red, and you are tall and have wings, a long tail, and massive claws.

“Y/n?” Wanda said.

“That’s his true form as a demon,” Vergil said.

You used your claws to break the ground.

“No one will fight!” You yelled.

Wanda moved closer to you.

“Fight him then we will fight against all of you,” Vergil said then he took out his sword.

“My brother is right,” Dante said.

The fight was about to start, but Wanda used her magic to stop everyone. Then you look at Tony and Steve, and you summon your sword with your magic.

“Fine, we won't fight,” Steve said.

“Tony?” Wanda said.

“Okay, okay, we won't fight,” Tony said.

——

Wanda forgave you and you told her why you didn't tell her. You are happy that she let you move back in with her.

“So, happy that we are here alone” Wanda smiled.

You took your girlfriend to the park for a picnic date. You and Wanda start to kiss each other then the date gets ruined because your uncle and father arrive.

“This is a private date,” You said.

“We just want to get to know, Wanda that's all,” Vergil said.

“Uncle V, you hate fun and people,” You said.

“Y/n, I don't mind they are here,” Wanda said.

“Listen to your girlfriend, punk,” Vergil said.

He puts you in a headlock then he starts to mess up your hair.

“Uncle Vergil!” You yelled.

Wanda starts to laugh. You punched your uncle in the stomach then he pushed you to the ground. Wanda moved away and watched you wrestle with your uncle.

“Is everyone like this all the time?” Wanda asked.

“Yes. Welcome to the family, Wanda” Dante said.

“Oh…” Wanda said.

“Wanda, please keep an eye on my son even when you are apart,” Dante said.

“I promise,” Wanda said.

“If you ever need anything, just call me or my brother Vergil,” Dante said.

“I will keep that in mind. Are you going to stop them?” Wanda said.

“Will try” Dante said.

Your father did try to stop you and Vergil, but then he joined the fight.

“Kids” Wanda sighed

She used her magic to stop you three from fighting.

#wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #flufftober

[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! 】

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[xx-vergil-xx]

houndsposting update

officially in the 50's for chapters of hounds written ! on another productive sprint lately (thank god) and the last ch I wrote felt good? like a rock lifted from the mud of my soul, revealing the salamanders beneath or something

kind of insane writing it in isolation without the regular posting bc it means I am not getting the regular feedback of comments/kudos/etc which (besides bolstering my ego) was a real legitimate part of keeping me sane, so I'm in the weird position of feeling both "yes! is good!" and "yes? is good?" anyway the point of this post was to say a) still working away and making real progress! and b) just, thank you guys so much for your kindness, and your support, and your enthusiasm, because like I did not expect to get the response to this fic that I have ended up getting and it just has been one of the great joys of my life and seeing y'all hype up even that weird little excerpt I posted really means the whole world to me <3

all my love, xoxo verg

#hounds #the sandman #dreamling #vergil says hello #just chattin on a Wednesday nights #<3 <3 <3

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Ehh... Hello again! Last time my request was kinda incomplete, I think... I re-read what I needed to write... so, can I please get a warm Vergil x fem! Reader about baking sweets? I suck at writing when it's not a fic, I'm so sorry 😭

I gotchu fam👍

"Dearest, are you sure the recipe said egg whites only?"

Vergil was standing in the middle of the kitchen with a lost expression, dressed in an apron that said 'do NOT kiss the cook' and a wooden spoon in hand. Not soon after he got back into the human world, Vergil realized that he no longer had to sustain himself on demon guts and instead he had a wide variety of human foods to choose from. Thanks to you, he learned that he can just make any food he wants to with the right ingredients. So, with every holiday his valiant efforts at cooking came with vengeance. You had to admit that Vergil made a lot of progress from putting a can of butane right on the stove (good god) to making simple palatable dishes. You still haven't left him in the kitchen alone though.

"Yup." You put a piece of caramel crisp in your mouth and walked around him to point at the paragraph in the book.

"You make a snow out of egg whites and then slowly *carefully*" you give him a poignant look he chooses to ignore, "you mix it in the batch."

"Very well then," Vergil grabbed eggs from the refrigerator, "and how do we make this snow exactly"

You whipped out a hand mixer from one of the cabinets and Vergil scrunched his nose at it.

"It looks like a torture device."

He made quick work of the eggs and there were almost no eggshells in the bowl (this pie will be really crunchy). Soon, there was a fluffy cloud resting in the mixing bowl.

"Remember to mix it in slowly."

"I have trekked the ground of hell with nothing but my sword, I think I know how to follow a simple instruction." Vergil sniffed haughtily.

You raised your hands amused and decided to plop on the kitchen sink to watch him fuss with the mixing bowl. At that moment, you were struck by the domesticity of the moment. You would never imagine that you would ever feel relaxed in the presence of Vergil Sparda. Then again, it was thanks to the genuine effort he put into building connections with everyone around him. Whatever happened with Dante in the Underworld, he changed. And now he was making pumpkin pie in your kitchen with a concentrated pout on his face.

"This is nice." You heard yourself say.

"Hm?" Vergil hummed in question as he put the baking tray in the oven.

You vaguely gestured over the room. "This, y'know? Baking, talking, spending time with you..." Then, to busy your hands, you grabbed a can of whipped cream a sprayed some in your mouth.

Vergil finally turned his eyes from the oven to you and with a small smile at your stuffed face, sat on the kitchen sink next to you.

"Half the reason why I decided to learn how to cook is because you are the one showing me how. And I suspect the reason you're helping me is so you can eat everything in sight."

Instead of an answer, Vergil got a splurt of whipped cream on his face. With deep laughter, he fought with you over the can until he finally managed to get it from your hands.

"No more cream for you."

Taking it as a challenge, you took his face in your hands and licked the cream from his cheek.

"You're impossible," Vergil grumbled as he felt his face reddening.

"I know." You whispered back and kissed the tip of his nose.

#vergil x reader #dmc vergil #vergil dmc #devil may cry vergil #vergil devil may cry #vergil x you #rainbow dragon writes #spardatober

[ginsakatoki]

Hello! May I please request headcanons for Dante realising he has a crush on reader, who is a new addition to DMC crew and fellow devil hunter? How would he act around them? Would he try and act on his feelings or keep it to himself? And how others (Vergil, Nero, Lady) would react to the whole thing?

Thank you!

Hello there! Thanks for being the first person to send a request on this blog. This is my first time writing headcanons and it probably came out more as a scenario, also i added Nico, hope you don't mind. Enjoy!

Dante Realizing He Has a Crush

gif by @rainbow-cadenza

Being devil hunters you met during a mission: both of you got the same request from different people and as Dante was approaching the demon, he found you already there.

His first instict was to fight alone and, being the obnoxiously loud man he is, he started a scene. However, with you being almost as stubborn as he is, he shifted into a more cocky behavior.

"Alright, alright hotstuff. Show me what you got"

Needless to say, that demon was short lived.

The first time this happened he shrugged it off as a coincidence and left without really speaking much. But what happened once, happened twice. Then three times, and four, until he could no longer deny the evidence that you two seemed to meet everywhere and that you were, indeed, a good team.

He would deny his attraction and interest towards you and try to act casual.

"You know you should come to Devil May Cry. I mean. Since we meet so often and all we might as well work together".

It was when you entered the building and Dante introduced you as a new member of Devil May Cry that everyone started being suspicious and alert of Dante. He had never brought anyone to join the crew so everyone, especially Vergil, assumed that you were a particularly strong hunter or that you had demonic blood.

With some time (not even that much, really) everyone realized that Dante had a crush and that he'd brought you in just to be around you more. It was painfully obvious, except for you two apparently.

He always tried to be around you and whenever you had a mission he found an excuse to come with because "Oh I have a mission near that town, let's go on my bike".

It's an excuse to have you cling onto him but he won't admit that.

It isn't really that he purposely denies his feelings, he is just very emotionally constipated. While he always jokes and worries about others, he always has trouble understanding his own feelings and has internalized that a relationship is too much of a pain to handle or that people just don't want him that way.

It didn't stop him from shamelessly flirting everytime he could though. His behavior would constantly leave you wondering if he had a crush on you or if he was just an idiot.

He would flirt a lot, yes, but his interest would be most obvious in the simple gestures, like casually grabbing something from a high shelf if you're short or suggesting the best ways to take care of your weapons.

Lady and Nico made bets all over the place.

Nico: I bet 10 bucks Dante will share a pizza with them.

Lady, shaking her head: Don't underestimate Dante's love for pizza, he won't share.

In a way, they both won the bet. Dante did not share his own pizza but he did order one for you with his own money. Which is basically the same thing for him.

Nero was so confused at first. It seemed obvious to him that you both were interested in each other (it reminded a lot of himself and Kyrie back in the days) and stared at you two interact like a disappointed coach.

"What the hell are you doing Dante, just ask them out!"

Vergil would be even more confused than Nero, (he's an expert at not taking the hint when it comes to relationships) so he would think something among the lines "My idiot brother is acting even more like an idiot ever since that hunter came in"

Despite his loud personality, Dante is a shy and insecure lover so it would take him a lot of time before asking you out. The final push would be Nero having a pep talk encouraging him to do it.

In the end, when he does ask you out, Devil May Cry is filled with "Finally!", "Took you long enough old man!" and 10 dollar bills flowing around like nothing happened.

Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed. I had lots of fun writing this one so feel free to let me know what you think about it. If you have any other request, ask away and don't be shy! Also, should you be interested in my works, let me know if you want me to tag you.

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[icycoldninja]

Hello <3

I wanted to say I'm a big fan of your dmc headcanons.

If you like, could you please write some headcanons about vergil falling in love for the second time after nero's mother?

Like post dmc5 events, with a "human" especially.

Ohh thank you, I'm so glad you enjoy my writing! Here you go, and enjoy! 💜💜

Vergil x Reader moving on from Nero's mother headcannons

-Nero's mom, whoever she may be, was the first woman Vergil had ever found intrigung; the first woman he'd ever given himself to. After she disappeared to wherever it is she went, he was heartbroken, left feeling even more alone than he did before.

-His heart was now like a slab of semi-melted ice sitting outside at night in wintertime; what had melted into water refroze into thin, dangerous, slippery ice.

-Vergil never thought he'd ever get over this heartbreak. He was sure he'd be doomed to wander the earth alone again, just as he'd done before, except now, he was changed. He knew what being loved was like now, making it even harder to live without it.

-When you came along, Vergil got scared. Could he really trust you? Was it safe to trust you? What if you were lying to him? What if you were trying to manipulate him? What if you were using him? What if...you would abandon him too?

-Then he saw how well you got along with Nero and Dante, how friendly and supportive you were to them. If you could be kind to them, surely you could be kind to him?

-But Vergil was still hurting on the inside, and watching you and Nero interact just made it worse. He wanted to trust you. He wanted to get to know his son better; he wanted the three of you to be a happy loving family. But he couldn't work up the courage to say anything because he was scared.

-He continued to observe you, looking for any signs of foul intentions on your part, and thankfully found none. Though his own suspicions weren't quite calmed yet, he was starting to warm up to you.

-He found himself talking to you more than he spoke to anyone else, including his own brother. He enjoyed your company, a lot more than he cared to admit, and loved just sitting there and listening to you go on about your day.

-It took him a long, long time, but he finally accepted that he had fallen in love with you. Despite all his doubting and worrying, Vergil had moved on. He didn't realize it at first, but it was true; he was in love with you.

-He's still afraid to admit it, because he's terrified of being abandoned again, but he'll express his feelings for you in different, more subtle ways.

-Maybe someday, he'll build up enough courage to tell you how he feels, but for now, he'll be your confidant and will watch over you, continuing on as your silent protector.

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[xopinkroses]

Hello dear! If you don't like my request, feel free to skip it! But damn it, I'd really like to see the DMC(+V please) relationship with the very soft and kind Y/N. She is like the angel that people talk about - calm, with a gentle smile on her face, caring. I would like to see how the guys admire her when she lulls their child. Thank you in advance!♡♡♡

(I hope I didn't take too much liberation with this one, thanks for waiting! Sorry V is missing, I love him but his part was giving me a headache.💖)

DMC boys x Soft, Angelic Reader (+ their child)♥

Summary; How Dante, Vergil, Nero and V would interact with their kind (and almost ethereal) s/o. How they meet and how they react to Reader caring for the child they have together! Warning; Reader is gender neutral but can get pregnant and give birth, cursing

MASTERLIST🌸

Dante

Dante didn’t know if he believed in angels before he met you. He met you during the Temen-ni-gru fiasco with Vergil, when you were attacked by demons outside his shop. It was an easy save for him, sending them back to hell where they belonged with some help from Rebellion. You didn’t have much time to thank him before he was gone, telling you to leave the city and grumbling about the destruction to his shop under his breath. He never expected to see you again, just a few days later when you showed up to his shop. You wanted to thank him for saving your life, and cashed in a favour from your uncle, who owned a construction company.

Over the next few weeks, Dante’s shop was back in working order– all thanks to you! While your uncle and his guys were fixing Devil May Cry (as he’d decided to call it) he ended up spending quite a bit of time with you. You’d bring him breakfast in the morning, usually being the one to wake him up too. Somehow, mornings weren’t as bad when the first thing he saw was your face. 

Initially, Dante was extremely reluctant to allow you to enter his life. You are such a kindhearted and beautiful person, an angel amongst men. Someone as wholesome as you should never be condemned to a life of darkness. But you were also stubborn, and you somehow managed to force yourself into his life, carving out your very own place in a world you didn’t belong in. And now that you’re in it– Dante doesn’t know what he’d do without you. You had become an integral part of his life with just a smile and a laugh like music. 

He is under no illusions that he can live several lifetimes and still not deserve you. But he’s willing to try anyway. He’s a better person with you; more driven, more open and a hell of a lot more happy. That’s just the effect you have on him. 

Dante never thought a family would ever be on the cards for him, but to have a future with you was his biggest dream. You had been together for a few years when you told him that you were pregnant– and he was over the moon with excitement! Sure, he had moments of doubt, of anxiety and insecurity, but he knew that you guys were a team. Through sickness and in health, and all that sappy shit. He’ll make miracles happen for you. 

You have a son together, and you insisted he be named after Vergil. Dante teared up at that, you knew how much guilt he still carried for his brother, and this was your way of freeing him from that guilt. Dante worked twice as hard to provide for you during your pregnancy, taking up more jobs and stepping up to do household chores that you were unable to do yourself. He didn’t want you straining yourself, your job was hard enough. You were to just relax and focus on creating that little being inside your belly. There were a few complications during your pregnancy but, in the end, baby Vergil was born a beautiful, healthy baby. 

Dante is definitely the type to cry when he holds his son for the first time, from the moment Vergil entered this world he had his father wrapped around his tiny finger. The two are as thick as thieves by the time Vergil is three, partners in crime and a massive pain in your ass. Sometimes your son will say something particularly snarky and Dante can’t help but be reminded of his brother. 

Vergil’s favourite bedtime story is The Gruffalo by Julia Donaldson, every night he will refuse to sleep until you have read it to him. Dante likes to listen to you as well, but tonight he decides he’ll give you a break and read it himself. You snuggle up next to Vergil, your son clutching his favourite stuffed animal to his chest. Dante’s reading of the story is dramatic, worthy of an award in voice acting too. Vergil’s eyes are heavy but he stubbornly fights to keep them open, slowly but surely your hand running along his back and the voice of his daddy is enough to coax him into a restful sleep. By the time Dante finishes the book, he looks over to see that you have also fallen asleep, a soft smile graces his features. He doesn’t bother waking you or picking you up. Instead he climbs in beside you, holding his family in his arms as he joins you in dreamland. 

Vergil

You are a human, a demon hunter working with his brother, but still just a human. No powers or supernatural abilities, weaker than him in every physical sense… but somehow you had Vergil enchanted since the moment he laid eyes on you.

Dante thought it best to introduce the two of you, since you worked quite closely with him, it made sense for Vergil to be familiar with you. Vergil straight up forgot how to speak. He was captivated, unable to take his eyes away from you. You greeted him warmly with a soft smile, extending your hand for him to shake. “Hi, it’s lovely to finally meet you.”

Snapping out of his trance, Vergil glared. What kind of demon hunter was this sweet? His social skills are terribly underdeveloped, and he and Dante are barely scratching the surface of his trust issues. He does not react well to you being so… you. He completely ignores your hand.

You didn’t mind the cold greeting, simply lowering your hand and laughing the rejection off. “I guess we’re not quite there yet, that’s okay.” Your smile never once faltered. His eyes lingered for too long before he stalked away. Dante was swift in assuring you that Vergil was just like this sometimes. 

He tried to avoid you after that, which was far more difficult than he was expecting. The pull he felt towards you was too strong for him to resist for long, and after a while he gave in. There is a serenity to your presence that he craved, and you were all too happy to indulge him. You always had a smile for him, unbeknownst to him at the time– you were drawn to him as well. He scoffs at the idea of soulmates but you’ll argue about it to this day! 

You bring a sense of stability to the shop, and his life in general, one that he hadn’t experienced since before his mother’s death. He still can’t quite grasp the fact that, despite everything he’s done in his life, you can still love him. You deem him worthy of your love, and he’ll never disappoint you. 

When you told him that you had fallen pregnant; he was terrified. He and Nero were on decent terms by that point, but he still beat himself up for not being there for his first son. The thought of history possibly repeating itself filled him with a type of fear he had never experienced before. You had to talk him down from the verge of a panic attack, hands gently cradling his face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “You deserve to be happy, Vergil,” you said with so much love in your voice. “And our baby will adore you.”

He was extremely overprotective during your pregnancy, and obsessed over your health. He read every book he could find on pregnancies and babies, he didn’t want any surprises– everything had to go as smoothly as possible. 

You gave birth to a daughter, a tiny baby with your features but the same shock of snow white hair as her father. 

Nero was a bit freaked out by your relationship at first, he’d worked with you for years— even considered you a friend. And now you were in a relationship with his father and having a baby? His half sibling? He came around, thankfully, and is more than happy for the both of you. Standing outside of the hospital room while you and the baby were being checked over, Nero slapped a hand on his father’s shoulder, “Congrats, man!” He grinned at the baby through the window facing into the room. “Don’t fuck it up.”

You’re a natural at caring for your child, and Vergil’s favourite thing in this entire world is seeing you both happy. Nothing makes his heart flutter more than seeing you standing in the middle of the nursery with your daughter held in your arms, rocking her gently and humming a sweet lullaby under your breath. He recalls a time when his own mother would do the same for him and Dante, even when they insisted they were too old for her to be singing to them. He understands now why she ignored them. Your child will always be your baby, no matter how old she gets. Her big blue eyes slowly drift closed, reluctant but too tired to resist the allure of sleep.

Vergil waits until you lay your daughter into her crib before pulling you into an embrace, leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. He has everything he could ever want, and he promises that he will not fuck this up. 

Nero

Nero doesn’t remember a time in his life without you. You grew up together in Fortuna, for a long time it was just you two against the world. Nero never understood how you could always be such a lovely person when you were treated so awfully by everyone around you, but now he knows it’s just who you are. You don’t have a mean bone in your body. You were the type of child to rescue cats from trees and nurse injured birds back to health, and Nero often accompanied you on these righteous ventures– even when he pretended to be doing so reluctantly. Your kindness is what made Nero fall in love with you. Even at such a young age he knew you were special. When his arm changed, becoming suspiciously demon-like, you didn’t judge him and even helped him conceal his transformation from everyone else. There was no big confession between you, you just clicked together like two pieces of a puzzle. The transition between friends and lovers was fuzzy and neither of you can actually tell when you got from A to B. 

But that’s okay, because as far as you’re concerned– there hasn’t ever been a moment that you weren’t together. Nero doesn’t know what he’d do without you, every little thing you do fills his soul with pure glee. Some say that the idea of soulmates is silly, Nero heavily disagrees! There are times when he wonders if you would be better off with someone else, someone who lived a safe, normal life. But you don’t want that person. You want Nero. 

You two planned your pregnancy, deciding it was time to expand your family. He was with you through every step, every hardship and milestone. You heard the words “How are you feeling?” “Are you okay?” a lot. He was so worried about you, and his unborn child, as most first time parents are. He was incredibly thoughtful and did his best to lessen your stress levels but he also trusted you to know your own limits when it comes to working and household chores. 

You went into labour while he was out on a job with Dante, he’d been working more in order to put some money away for when the baby was born. Nero was borderline hysterical, too panicked to even begin to think on what his next actions should be. Dante had to take him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him, “Get it together, kid!” He sent Nero on his way back to you with a promise to take care of the job solo then meet him afterwards at the hospital.

By the time Nero gets to you, you are sitting up in your hospital bed, a tiny bundle of blue blankets in your arms. You cooed at your son, watching over him with just the softest look on your face. Nero’s legs felt weak as he stumbled over to you, unable to tear his focus away from the tiny, white haired, baby. His baby, that he shared with you. 

He takes time off work to care for you and your son, the two most important things in his life. He has money stashed away so you won’t be struggling financially, but even when you have recovered and are able to easily function on your own, he’s reluctant to leave you alone. He’s always been fiercely protective of the people he loves, being a father has awoken a level of overprotectiveness that you didn’t even think possible. He’s an absolute mother hen. Nico honestly gets kind of sick of his constant worrying, she’s the one that gets him to “Yo, chill the fuck out” and give you some room to breathe. You appreciate his concern, of course, but his smothering was getting a little overwhelming! 

He treasures every moment with your son, and his favourite times are when you sing him to sleep. You really are like an angel in those moments, sent from the heavens to bless every human you come into contact with. He’s blessed to have such a loving, kind and patient life partner.

~ 🖤

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