#Dante x reader pregnancy

[icycoldninja]

I have this fic idea so basically, DMC 4 Dante x pregnant wife reader and basically like it’s late at night and there cuddling….. but then the baby kicks for the first time and it’s there reaction to it and then y/n is still in fucking shock that she is carrying the granddaughter of Sparda XD

Hahaha here you go, hope you enjoy!

Excited (DMC4! Dante x Pregnant!Fem!Reader Fluff)

You lay on your living room couch, your head resting on Dante's chest, eyes languidly gazing up at the TV screen as your husband tiredly flicked through the list of movies available to him.

"Man, these all look so boring," He sighed, switching off the TV.

"How about we just cuddle, then?" You suggested, struggling to wrap your arms around him, an inconvenience that could be attributed to your bulging stomach. Dante chuckled and lifted you a little ways so you could reach him easier.

"Sounds good, babe." He pressed a kiss to your cheek and ran his hand over your pregnant stomach, grinning as he felt the warmth within. "Won't be long now...you'll be a mama very soon."

"Can't wait," You chuckled, nuzzling into Dante's chest, "I hope I'm a great mama."

"Oh, you will be," Dante assured you. "I just know it." Suddenly, you felt a soft flutter in your stomach, like a little bubble had risen and popped within.

"Oh," You muttered, sitting upright and holding your stomach. "The baby just kicked."

"No way," Dante exclaimed, leaping up from his seat with a massive smile on his face. "Are you sure?" You nodded.

"Positive. It kicked!" The next two minutes were filled with excited giggles and squealing as Dante and you celebrated the first movements of your precious unborn baby. Once you two had calmed down and resumed your places on the couch, you realized just what the actual crap was going on with you--you were carrying not only yours and Dante's child, but the freaking grandkid of Sparda himself! Your kid would be a goddamn legend! Your mind was reeling with shock, probably because pregnancies tend to make one rather emotional.

"Hey, you alright?" Dante asked, when he caught sight of your awed expression.

"I'm fine," You replied, smiling. "I'm just so excited!" Dante chuckled, ruffling your hair before kissing your forehead again.

"So am I, babe, so am I."

[beneathstarryskies]

For @actuallysaiyan because you're my bestie and deserve the world! ❤️

A/N: Just some soft/fluffy drabbles for Dante, Vergil, Nero, and Sparada x reader

Warnings: lots and lots of fluff, slight angst, mentions of pregnancy in Sparda's drabble, suggestive themes but nothing explicit, fem!reader

Dante

The setting sun lowers against the horizon. The bedroom slowly grows darker and darker. The passing time doesn’t bother you because right now you’re suspended in the most loving moment you can imagine. It wasn’t difficult for you to talk Dante into sharing a lazy day spent mostly in bed with you. He didn’t have any pending missions today, and the one time the phone rang he blissfully ignored it in favor of pressing the sweetest kisses on every inch of your exposed thighs, enjoying the trembling muscles and the soft gasps that left you every time he inched closer to where you needed him most. 

Now, as the sun goes down, he’s hovering over you. Your hands card through his messy white hair, and you admire the way the evening sun reflects on his snowy eyelashes. The blue of his eyes shines even brighter in this light. His lips curl into a mischievous smirk when he notices the softness of your features as you look up at him. 

“You like what you see, sweetheart?” he asks. 

“So much,” you giggle. “You’re beautiful, Dante.” 

He turns his head, the thick curtain of hair concealing the blush on his cheeks. This gives him time to seek solace in the soft curve of your neck, and he takes the chance to kiss your skin softly to make it seem like this was his intention all along. You massage his neck and shoulders, and all the while you can hear him purring softly. Finally, he looks at you again. 

“Baby, can I make love to you?”

You’re surprised he’s only just now asking. His body is burning to finally make love to you. All day long, you’ve been caught in this haze together. You turn each other on over and over, but neither wanted to break the spell by suggesting you finally take him inside of you. 

“Please, baby,” you kiss him softly. “I want you.” 

Dante lines himself up at your entrance. He takes his time teasing you both by prodding your hole with his leaking cockhead. As he slips into you, inch by inch, you’re both panting and gasping over how good it feels. Your walls just open up to him with such ease. You can tell by the slow roll of his hips, that Dante doesn’t intend on rushing things at all. You spent all day laying around together, touching each other, and kissing. Now, he’s quite happy to make love to you all night long. 

Vergil

You’re happily seated on Vergil’s lap. One of his arms is wrapped securely around your waist and the other is holding his book open as he reads to you. The poetry falls from his lips like honey. As he turns the page, he kisses your temple softly. You’d found him sitting in here reading happily by the window. You’d slipped into his lap, and he was so enraptured by his reading that he’d barely noticed. His arm went around you almost by instinct, and he continued reading. It wasn’t until you’d looked up at him with your wide eyes and a sweet smile, and asked oh so nicely for it, that he began reading to you. Hours have passed now, with him reading quiet, romantic poetry to you. Your eyes are heavy and you let out a soft yawn. 

“Do you need a break, sparrow?” he asks softly. 

“No, keep going,” you smile up at him.

“As you wish,” he kisses your forehead softly. 

He starts a new poem, and you’re hanging on as long as you can. Vergil holds onto you a little tighter as your body goes weak against him. He’s barely made it to the third stanza when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep. He chuckles softly at the sight of you sleeping in his arms.

“I suppose that wasn’t one of your favorites,” he quips to himself. 

He closes the book and sets it on the small side table. He lets you sleep on him for a little while, then gently carries you to your shared bedroom. He lays you down on the bed and kisses your forehead before tucking you in. 

When you wake up hours later, you pout at the prospect of being alone in bed. You get up and wrap yourself up in a blanket. You can vaguely smell something cooking in the kitchen. As you walk in, you’re greeted by the sight of Vergil wearing the light blue apron you’d playfully bought him that says “Kiss the Cook” on the front. He has a cookbook open and propped up on some cans. You realize he’s trying to make your favorite dish. 

Nero

Nero has been away from home much longer than either of you would’ve liked for him to be. Finally, one morning, he makes the phone call you’ve been waiting for. He tells you he’s on his way home, only interrupting once to tell Nico to “can it” as she teases him for how soft he is for you. He’ll be home by the end of the day. You decide to call in to work so you can be home when he arrives, then you set about making all kinds of preparations. Starting with making him a cake, chocolate with raspberry swirl. You put a roast chicken in the oven and put a bottle of wine in the fridge to chill. Then, as it gets closer to time for him to arrive, you take a long shower and slip into his favorite of your silky nighties and a long robe. You put on a bit of makeup to look your best for him. 

However, you wait and wait for him. The chicken gets done, and you don’t even know if you should bother waiting for the sides. With a sad sigh, you wrap up all the food and put it away. You make yourself a sandwich and munch it down before going to bed. 

It’s past midnight when the front door opens. Nero is sheepish as he walks into the living room, expecting you to be worriedly waiting in the living room Instead, there’s no sight of you. He goes to the kitchen and sees the table all set for a romantic dinner that didn’t happen, and his heart drops. 

He goes upstairs and sees you sleeping peacefully in the bed you share. As quietly as he can manage, he undresses before sliding into the bed beside you. He’d tried to tell himself he wouldn’t wake you, but now that you’re in reach he’s not sure he can resist. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. You feel his lips against your shoulder as you begin to stir awake. 

“Baby?” you ask softly. 

“It’s me, angel. I’m sorry I was so late,” he cuddles against you, pressing his face against your neck. “The van broke down and we were fixing it.” 

“Oh! Baby,” you roll over in his arms and begin kissing him so sweetly. Nero just melts into your soft touch. You cup his cheek, “I’m so sorry, baby.” 

“I’m home now, angel. That’s all that matters.” 

Sparda

Your eyes are wide as you take in every detail of the vast castle. Sparda’s large hand envelops yours completely as he gives you the grand tour. Sparda can’t remember the last time he invited someone here, although he guesses that’s to be expected. It’s been centuries since he stayed at the Fortuna castle last. After his sons found him in the underworld, he came to this place. He wasn’t sure what he expected to find in Fortuna. Perhaps just a peaceful place to die if nothing else. Instead he found you. You’d begun by delivering him supplies. One rainy day, he’d invited you inside to warm yourself up by the fire in the large entrance hall. He’d served you tea and cookies, and found himself genuinely enjoying your company. As time went on, he invited you in more and more often when you stopped by for your deliveries. Like most on the island, you’d been raised to view him as a god. However, you’d quickly moved past that when you realized how much you enjoyed his company. 

A little at a time, the Dark Knight began to fall in love with you. You shared his feelings in abundance. When the time came for him to invite you to move into the castle with him, he’d felt quite nervous about the whole ordeal. You’d accepted with a kind smile and a sweet kiss. Love was in the air. Today he was giving you the tour, and tomorrow you would call this castle home. 

He walked you through the vast libraries and gallery halls. Then, he walked you into the residence halls. He showed you the master bedroom first, then the nearby guest rooms. They were furnished so beautifully, but the emptiness of them hit your heart with sadness. 

“We can find uses for them,” he says as he leans down to kiss your cheek. 

“Maybe we could turn one into a nursery?” you suggest with a playful wink. 

For a moment, Sparda is truly flabbergasted. His eyes widen as he stares down at you, trying to piece together if you’re serious or not. He hadn’t considered having more children. Would he only let them down the way he did Dante and Vergil? You cuddle against him and giggle. 

“Only when we’re ready, of course?” 

“So,” he smirks, “You truly wish to carry my child?” 

“Of course!” 

He hoists you up in his arms and begins to carry you towards the master bedroom once more. 

“There’s no harm in trying,” he says. 

[ariseur]

Hey, How are you? Just read so many of your DMC head canon and I liked them, good work don't think it's against your rules, if it is, just ignore this.

But wanted to request Dante with fem! Reader who just had a baby girl.... Dante's reaction to having a girl and how he is with a newborn.

dante with a baby girl 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

dante (dmc) x reader (?)

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this has been sitting in my inbox for so long, my apologies!!! this was a really cute request and i love dante sm ugh i have dante brainrot rn

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babies n mentions of pregnancy ( obviously ), intended lowercase, lmk if i missed something!! 💕

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❥ let me tell you how cute i think this actually is.. like dante with a little baby girl??? it’s??? just so?? cuteee??22?2?2

❥ i can honestly see dante as a boy and a girl dad, but since we’re talking about girls here!! let me just shed some light on how awesome of a dad dante would be regardless of what gender his kid is.

❥ as a newborn, i can see him being both super goofy or uncharacteristically careful. dante is literally so scared to do something wrong so he leaves most of it to you, but if you use formula for your baby or if.. part demons don’t need milk (?).. then he’ll take over that. it should be easy enough, he says, right? right???

❥ wrong. he let you have some time alone to let you go out and actually be baby-free for a little while and he partially regrets it. the only reason why is because he’s stuck on the couch rocking the baby back and forth while she cries because dante doesn’t know how much to feed her.. which is how he ends up calling you on your alone time

❥ dante’s behavior as a dad depends on how old he is ( what game we’re talking about ). as in dmc 1-3, he’s more so carefree and although he’d know being a dad is a lot of responsibility, he’d still have somewhat of goofy, dumb mindset within him. meanwhile as he progresses in dmc4, he’s learned a lot and has gotten better, so i think this would be the start of a really good era to raise a baby. and then finally in dmc5, peepaw still got it, okay?

❥ while i see dante enjoying his beauty rest, i can also see him sacrificing his sleep to get up and take the fall of a crying baby rather than wake you up and ruin your sleep schedule. dante’s pretty good at entertaining babies for some reason, what can i say?? they just love the guy i guess

❥ even before you’ve had the baby AND after, i feel like dante would pick the goofiest outfits for her omfg. like, you’ll be sifting through the clothes and looking for some cute onesies or something and all of a sudden you hear, “babe—!” and you turn and it’s dante holding up a baby tee with a cannabis leaf on it

❥ dante would absolutely remember his baby’s birthday, and on the off chance he doesn’t and he only remembers because you or nero brought it up or something, he will run on the other side of town just for her. you’ll call him and be like, “you got the cake, right?” and he’ll be like “ohhh, yeah— don’t worry, i got it” and he’s literally fighting like six antenora and hellbats rn but dont worryyy!! afterwards he’ll just stop by the bakery all bloody and ask for the cutesiest cake available and he’ll start showing the baker photos of you and his baby girl. he’ll be like “ugh, they grow up so fast 😊” as he’s picking out demon blood and residue from his air

❥ read a post where it was headcanons about if vergil and dante had a baby that had blonde hair like eva’s and WHOAAA. if dante’s daughter somehow received a recessive trait and she has blonde hair like eva’s, it will pull at dante’s heart strings from birth. he thinks it’s a sign, a sign that she’s still watching over him and that’s she’s there— she’s there enough that you’ve acquired her hair color. he believes her love is just that strong, and that makes him try a little harder every day. he will not let her memory be forgotten, and he’ll tell you and his daughter whatever stories he remembers from when he was a kid, especially ones with vergil ( partially to spite him ).

❥ growing up would be the hardest thing for dante to accept. he’ll always love her unconditionally but it makes him sad knowing that this is the youngest she’ll ever be and the oldest she’ll ever get ( if that makes sense ). but, he’ll always love her even when she’s not a baby anymore. he’ll love her when those onesies turn into t-shirts and he’ll love her when that teddy bear turns into an algebra textbook or a phone or jewelry.

❥ dante will forever cherish his family, and he yearns for that domesticity you two have created with your children. he’ll love you and his daughter regardless, and he’ll always come back for you. he is the legendary devil hunter, of course.

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter seventy three

close to home | chapter seventy three

plot: winter passes and the reader hits her ninth month of pregnancy

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,087 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, childbirth A/N: I have no excuse for the late update 😔

An hour later, you were stitched up and on a nice dose of pain medication that left your body numb but mind mostly clear. Michonne had gone out to tell everyone the good news, and Rosita sat beside you. 

“I’m proud of you, babe.” She smiled down at you. 

You reached for her hand. “It’ll be your turn next. Thank you for being here with me.”

“You’ll be able to repay me soon.” Rosita said with a wink. 

You smiled at your friend and squeezed her hand. You glanced toward the back of the room, where Siddiq was doing all the tests he’d read about. Daryl stood next to him, and you could read his body language like a book. He was on guard. Of course, he was. You were drugged up, and protecting you and the baby was his sole job right now. 

“I’m gonna let you two have some time; you want me to bring a change of clothes later?” 

Rosita was gone after you nodded, and then finally Daryl was carrying the baby over to you. He handed her to you and then helped you sit up, so he could sit behind you. Siddiq and Dante had made themselves scarce, and it was finally just your new family.

When your back was against his chest and his arms around both of you protectively, you let out a long sigh. 

“Ya gonna tell me the name ya had picked out for months?” 

You smiled and looked down at the baby girl, who looked up at you with wide, bright blue eyes like her fathers. She had been wiped clean, and she was absolutely breathtaking. 

“Josephine,” You said, gently rocking the baby. “After my grandma who cared for me and my sisters when we were little. I was thinking Josie for short.”

Daryl kissed the back of your head. “I like it.” He kissed you three more times, and his arms squeezed your side. “Was thinkin’... maybe Beth for a middle name.”

“I love it.” You smiled down at the baby.

“How are ya feelin?”

“Good. Drugged. But good.” You said, leaning your head back. “I’m tired.”

“Ya did a real good job. Never been more proud of ya.”

***

An hour later, and with no chance to nap, you had Daryl let everyone come meet the baby. There was no use pushing it off because you knew they’d be out there until the morning if you didn’t let them in now. So soon, the room filled with your family, and you looked around with tears. 

Michonne was the first who held her new niece and Godchild, and you could see her consistently wiping away tear after tear. Then Aaron held her and gave Daryl a look that made your heart ache lovingly. You knew Daryl thought the world of his closest friend, even if he never said anything about it. 

It was an energy you hadn’t felt in a long time. The happiness and love come from everyone. The congratulations and jokes, the laughs. 

But this was different. This was a family coming together and the single happiest moment of your life. 

“What’s her name?” Gabriel asked when it was her turn. 

“Josie,” Daryl said, and you heard a proudness in his voice you’d never heard before. The proudness of a father. 

“She’s beautiful,” Gabriel smiled widely and nodded at you. “Congratulations.”

It took an hour for everyone to clear out--and you had to promise both RJ and Judith they could hold the baby once you were home. But finally, it was you, Daryl, Josie, and Siddiq. He wanted to give you a once-over before he would retire for the night. 

Once you were cleared and everything looked ‘textbook picture perfect,’ he bid the three of you goodnight.

You looked over at Daryl, who was holding the baby. She looked so tiny in his arms. And the look on his face made you wish you had a camera. 

“I should probably try and feed her.” You said. 

“Huh? Oh, right.” Daryl was too engrossed with his daughter, and it made you smile again. He came over to you and handed you Josie. 

“I think she has your eyes,” You said, getting ready to try to breastfeed. “They are like the ocean. Same as you.”

Daryl came to sit behind you again and helped hold up your shirt. “Much prettier than me,”

“Well, no arguing there, old man.” You teased. “Now hold on, I gotta focus on trying to feed her. 

***

The next morning, you and Daryl brought Josie home. There were casseroles from everyone in the community waiting for you, enough to feed the whole house for weeks. And there were homemade cards from all the kids. 

And Judith was waiting on the couch, ready to hold the baby. 

“You gotta watch her head, okay?” You said nervously to the ten-year-old. You had her arm propped up on a pillow, so there wasn’t any room for error, and you’d be right next to her. 

“I got it,” Judith smiled. “She’s my new cousin.” 

Daryl was a little bit antsy, ready to jump in if something happened. But Judith was comfortable, and she held Josie perfectly. You breathed a little easier after that. 

“Do you want me to watch her so you two can get some sleep?” Carol offered. 

You glanced at your friend. “I have to feed her again, but actually, that would be great. I don’t think I’ve slept since the night before she was born.”

“We all took turns when Judith was born helping out. No reason why we can’t do that now.” Carol smiled at you; it was the first real one you’d seen in a while. Maybe watching the baby meant more to her than you thought. 

So after feeding her, Carol was excited to take the baby from you and tell you neither of you would get her back until you slept for at least a few hours. 

You were asleep before you could realize your head hit the pillow. 

***

Teaks soaked your cheeks as you rocked Josie back and forth. She wouldn’t stop crying, and it’d been hours. You did everything you could think of. You’d fed her, burped her, and changed her. You couldn’t figure out what she wanted. 

It’s been a month since she was born, and for the most part, she was a well-tempered baby. She fussed like normal but didn’t scream bloody murder like today. 

“What’s wrong with her?” RJ yelled over the baby’s cries. 

You glanced at the young boy at the kitchen table and continued rocking the baby. “I don’t know, RJ.”

“Maybe she needs more food,” Judith said. 

You glanced at your niece and nephew before looking back at your daughter. You quietly shushed the baby and walked over to the table to fix the swaddle. Once she was wrapped up tightly and you were rocking her in your arms, she started to calm down. You breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the counter. 

“Are you two finished with your homework? Where is your mom again?”

“She went out on a run to Hilltop, remember?” Judith reminded you. 

You couldn’t remember anything much these days. “Just finish your homework. I’m going to put her down for a nap.”

You left the two kids in the kitchen and headed for the stairs just as Daryl walked into the house. You sighed with relief. “Thank God, that was the longest hunting trip of my life. Take her. She’s ready for a nap. I need a minute.”

Daryl didn’t say a word as you handed him Josie and then walked out of the house. The early May air was warm, and you could smell flowers. You could also hear the buzz of the community, and you sat down on the brick steps. 

Dog came out to sit next to you, wagging his tail as you pet him. After a few silent, peaceful minutes, you hear someone leave the house. You didn’t need to look behind you. You knew it was Daryl. 

“She’s down,” Daryl said, putting the baby monitor on the ledge and sitting beside you. “Ya okay, pretty girl?”

You gave him a look. “I’m exhausted. My back hurts from breastfeeding, and my nipples feel like shards of glass. I haven’t showered in five days. And I’m with the baby and the kids every day. Carol is basically a ghost. Michonne is always doing something--which I understand. I just feel overwhelmed. And I’m pumping so much milk I feel like a milk factory. Not to mention Lydia is sulking around, and I can’t do anything to help her.” 

“I can ice ‘em again for ya. It helped last week. And I’ll have Aaron take Judith for a sleepover. RJ goes to bed early enough. Everythin’ else, we can handle together.”

You groaned in exhaustion and leaned against him. You had no room to complain to him. He was up every night with you because he refused to let you be alone, and then he was hunting almost every day to provide for you so you could produce for your daughter. 

“I’m just tired. And postpartum isn’t what I expected. Michonne made it look so easy. And we haven’t had sex in over a month, and we can’t for at least another two weeks, maybe more, since I’m taking forever to heal.”

Daryl chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Things will get better soon, pretty girl. Why don’ I watch the kids so ya can take a shower?” 

You looked up at him, frowning slightly at his handsome face and how much you missed being with him. “I knew I married you for a reason.”

***

A month later, Rosita went into labor. You’d been on an evening walk with Daryl and Josie when Gabriel came running, and you left both of them with a kiss before running with Gabriel to the infirmary. 

She was in the same bed you were in and sighed with relief when she saw you. You were immediately by her side. “Hi babe, I didn’t know someone could make childbirth look so sexy.” 

She laughed through her pain. “I’m just trying to live up to you.”

You smiled and took her hand as you looked at Siddiq. “How is she doing?”

“She’s got a long while to go. She’s only a centimeter dilated. She’s going to be here for a while.”

Rosita was in labor for a grueling twenty-three hours. You and Gabriel sat by her side, feeding her ice chips and holding her hand through every contraction. You only took a break when Daryl brought you breakfast with Josie, and you sat with them for a few minutes. Then Rosita started screaming again, and you bid your family goodbye. 

Finally, after you passed the point of delirium, Rosita delivered a healthy baby girl. Siddiq cut the cord, and Dante helped with the cleanup. Rosita was exhausted, and you didn’t envy her in the slightest. But you knew your job was done once the baby was in her arms and Siddiq could pull off his doctor mask. 

After Rosita thanked you endlessly, you told her you would visit her in the morning. You wanted her to have the time with her own little family. You bid goodnight to Eugene and the others who were waiting outside her room and headed home. 

It was really late, and both kids were asleep. You were sure Carol and Michonne were, too. After eating dinner that Daryl must’ve saved for you, you headed all the way up to Josie’s room. She was sleeping peacefully. 

You smiled as you adjusted the blanket and ran your finger along her chubby cheek. She barely had any hair, just little wisps of brown. And with her big blue eyes, you knew she would look just like her daddy. 

The floorboard creaked, and you turned to see Daryl standing at the doorway that led to the Jack and Jill bathroom. You could see into your bedroom through the open doors, and the lamp was on. 

“How’s Rosita?” He whispered as he came over to you. 

“She’s good. She had a girl.” You stood on your toes to give him a kiss hello. “Looks like Josie is gonna have a friend.”

Daryl wrapped his arm around your waist and stared down at the baby. “I can’ believe it sometimes.”

“What?”

“That we have a baby. That ya had the baby alright.” He squeezed your waist. “Never thought I’d see the day… didn’ think I’d be any good at it.”

You carefully caressed your sleeping daughter’s cheek again before you looked back up at Daryl and nodded toward your room. After turning on the nightlight and shutting the door, you followed Daryl. 

“You’re a great father. You were before Josie came along, too. You don’t think Judith and RJ see you as a father figure?” You asked as you started to get undressed. 

Daryl shrugged and sat down at the end of the bed. “Don’ really see it that way.”

“Well, you are. Why do you think Judith’s been wanting to spend so much time with you lately?” You asked as you put on one of your old maternity shirts to sleep in. “She sees you with Josie every day and is probably a little jealous. You moved in about a year ago or so. That’s a long time for a ten-year-old.” You walked over to the bed and moved his arms so you could sit on his lap. 

“Maybe I should see ‘bout takin’ her out huntin’, then?”

You set your hands on the sides of his cheek and smiled. “I think it would mean the world to her, old man,” Daryl grunted, and your smile widened. You leaned forward to press your forehead against his lips and then wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Josie ate the whole bottle, by the way,” Daryl said against your skin. 

You nodded and looked up at him. “Good.”

His eyes closed as you pushed back his hair and gently caressed his skin. He must’ve showered while you were with Rosita because he smelt like the Hilltop soap that came in. You moved up on your knees and kissed him, taking him off guard, but he gripped you tightly. 

“I miss you,” You said against his lips. You tugged at his shirt and then slipped your hands underneath so you could touch his bare skin. 

Daryl hummed against your lips and broke away from the kiss long enough so you could pull off his shirt. You were kissing again in seconds, with your running up and down his warm skin. You then grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off so you were completely naked on his lap.

“Darlin’, I don’ wanna if ya not ready yet.” Daryl whispered. 

You shook your head and ground against him. You could feel how much he wanted you, and you didn’t want to stop. 

“I will tell you if we have to stop.” You grinded against him again. 

Daryl didn’t give you time to adjust before he had you on your back and further up on the bed. His lips moved against yours feverishly, and his hands touched every part of you they could. You moaned into his mouth through each squeeze he gave you and each time he teased your clit with his fingers. 

“Promise me if ya start to hurt, ya say somethin’?” Daryl asked against your lips. “I know how ya are.”

You nodded and pulled him closer to you to deepen the kiss. 

Daryl’s fingers finally circled around your clit, slowly, tauntingly, and it felt so good you could already feel tears in your eyes. It’d been too long without him.

“I can feel how much ya miss me,” He teased you. 

You smiled against his lips and cupped him through his bottoms. “So can I.” You slid your hand through the band and wrapped your fingers around him. 

His breathing deepened, and he shook his head. “I don’ wanna wait.”

“Then fuck me already, Dixon.”

You helped him get out of the bottoms, and then he spread your legs. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, getting yourself prepared. You weren’t sure how bad it might hurt if it would hurt, but you couldn’t wait any longer. 

“Ya okay?”

You nodded and bit your lip when you felt him rub his tip along you before he pushed into you. You gripped his biceps and dug your fingernails in.

“Are ya hurt?”

“No, it just feels like pressure.” You breathed out. “Keep going. Please.”

Daryl kissed your forehead before doing as you asked, and the pressure was gone within a minute. So you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him by the neck to kiss you. You ran your tongue along his bottom lip and sucked in, making his thrust falter for a moment. 

“Fuck.” Daryl breathed out. 

“Harder.” You whimpered, and had to bite your lip when he did exactly what you wanted. “Oh, God…”

“Open ya eyes, pretty girl.”

You did what he asked, meeting his. The way he looked at you so lovingly made you want to cry, and you cupped his face with his hands as you stifled a moan. He was hitting that one spot again, enough to drive you crazy. 

“I love ya,” He whispered to you. “I missed this.”

You moaned, his words going straight to your core. “I love you too.”

His head dropped down to your forehead, and his hips quicked their pace but half a second. His nose bumped against yours every time he thrusted.

“Harder, please.” You nearly started to beg. 

You weren’t sure how you lasted that long, but too soon you felt your orgasm hitting you like a brick, and then Daryl followed suit. He managed to pull out quick enough, and you didn’t realize it was all over your stomach until he collapsed next to you. 

The two of you were breathing deeply, and you glanced over at him. “You better get me a damn towel.”

“Just give me a damn minute, woman.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand. “You should take a few of them, actually. Because you aren’t leaving this bed until I’m through with you.”

[athenaluciscaelum]

May I please request a Dante x F!Reader fic where she’s divorced with kids from an abusive marriage and she opens up a new restaurant in town that Dante frequents which leads to them becoming close but she’s unsure about taking things further due to her trauma?

Please leave a comment, I hope I did justice to your ask. @sacredwarrior88

Pairing: DMC4 Dante x Fem!Reader

Rated: General

Words: 3692 words

Warning: abuse, patriarchy, mention of martial rape

Disclaimer:

If you can't stomach abusive husband or household, please sit this one out, be safe and take care. Is Dante little OC in this? But DMC4 Dante is such a sweetheart.

Second Chance

You were fed a dream since you were a kid of a perfect marriage, a person you fall in love with in High School and then get married to after graduation. That's how your parents were and little you believed you should have the same, or you are a failure.

You never had big dreams, you wanted a job, a man who would love you, sufficient money and some kids to dot your love on. Pretty basic, right? Only if life was so basic, you always thought, if I give all my love, heart and feeling, if I pour my all in a person - our life will be 'forever.'

There you were on the aisle only twenty marrying to your high school sweetheart, he was a cop, freshly graduate from police academy, a year older than you. He made you quit your teaching certification telling you just to follow him, he is their to take care of everything. You just have to be his sweet little wife-cook, clean, and love him, that's all. And when soon little one follows, you have to be a good mother. So he can be a good father. Now when you think of it everything was so dependent on you, the way he reacts was always dependent on you. Or that's the lie he fed you.

Like when you were 'accidentally' pregnant within the first year of your marriage, though you wanted to wait until you are twenty-five. It was because you didn't take pills because they made you moody, but rather ask him to wear protection, which has higher chances of unwanted pregnancies. It was your fault. Or when he hit you when you were twenty-four weeks pregnant with your firstborn, what if you were in pain, you could have just stayed quiet and waited, after all he came from long night shift, being a cop is stressful. It was your fault. Or when one night he forced himself on you because you said no out of exhaustion, looking after your preschooler daughter, twin toddler daughters, and a newborn son. All within 5 years of marriage. It was your fault. If only you would have give him what he wanted and understand how hectic it is to go to a 'real job' and deal with kids who are asleep. He doesn't get to sit at home leisurely like you, so what choice he is left with than to strike you? It was your fault. Or when all of this kept happening again, and again, and again. It was always your fault. The bruises you have to hide, the clothes you have to wear to cover marks on your body, the pain you have to hold in your heart - they all were your punishment, since it was always your fault.

Anyone in neighborhood saw you as perfect housewife taking care of home and kids, so efficiently and lovingly. Your kids were always well-dressed, well-behaved, and well-spoken, you were raising them well. And your husband was a star cop everyone looked up to, no one will ever agree that he was an abusive maniac who torments her wife every night. You were okay, you kept it all in. It's all for the sake of your children, you didn't want them to suffer because of you. You were unsure if you try to divorce him you will get even custody or not? Let alone child support with connections he had. Your kids were all you have, even if you got custody. How are you going to take care of them? This man won't cough up a single penny, he never let you complete your education, nor you think job market will value someone who has never worked with enough to support four kids and yourself all alone. It's been a decade since you marry this man, the love you had in your heart was long gone. Did you ever even loved him, or loved the idea of love, you never wanted another, so you settle for first you got?

You talked to your mother, your ear picked up no voice as she went on about how you should endure, or that man is dominant, and you should take care of him better. In short, if it comes down to it, she won't support you, since she doesn't entertain the idea of divorce, you are on your own.

How it matters now, you looked at your kids while you were making dinner. Your eldest daughter, ten, she was on the swing in yard; your twin daughters, eight, they are playing tag; your five-year-old son was with his coloring book in the living room. You thought at least they have roof over their head, they are well clothed, they are fed, they have resources and opportunities thanks to their father. They could be better than you. You will never let your daughter buy into idea of 'happy marriage.'

You were chopping vegetables, when you heard the footsteps, you hitched, his footsteps only ever settled fear in you. Furthermore, you hopped he was not mad, right? He came to the kitchen, you put on your trained smile, “Welcome …honey…you are early…"

He looked angry, furious, fear settling in your bones, you were trembling as he squeezed your jaw in painful grip and shoved your head against the wall making you cry, “H-h-honey! I didn't do anything” Tears well in your eyes, you weren't even sure ehat was your 'fault' this time…Your husband clenches his jaw, “Don't lie to me! Dumb whore! I saw it! You were talking to that guy! I don't satisfy you enough! Huh!?” You cried shaking your head, “What are you talking about!?” He bashed your head against the wall making you bleed and see stars, “Don't act dumb! That man you were talking to outside our kid's school, I saw it, I was out on a case!” You tried to think, your head dizzy from blood loss and pain, your lips quivered as you mumbled, “Th-Th-that….was the twins gymnastic teacher…he wanted them to …t-to…c-com-compete…" Your husband yanked your hair, “Lies! You were laughing, you never laugh with me! I'm going to put you in your place!” Your husband was dragging to your bedroom, you were too weak at this point to protest, he was built big, he stayed fit and was strong. But tonight, it was different, your eldest had enough, she ran towards her father and bit his hand which was gripping on your hair making him bleed. Your husband cursed and shoved her in the wall. Every ounce of submission he drilled into you snapped, you looked at your daughter lying on the floor dizzy holding her head. And it was decided, YOU HAD ENOUGH! He crossed one line, he should have never crossed.

You don't know how you shoved that bulky man away, but you reached for phone and called 9-1-1, one, for your daughter and second, to report your husband. Now as divorce proceedings started you were a pennyless woman with four kids. One of your friends, one your mother said was bad influence. Let you in her house. Luckily, it was summer vacation and kids were at home. Your friend supported you, she introduced you to some NGOs that would help you and let you work for them, it wasn't enough, but it was enough for food and clothing for now. The divorce was a hell. Though you got custody, you could not get a single penny in child support. In the town you got all sort of eyes and glare, 'vicious greedy woman accusing a beloved town cop, taking away his kids and now after his money'. You were deaf to these by now. The NGO you worked at were always awed by scrumptious lunch you made even with little ingredients. You got magic in your hands, they said. And that got you an idea, you started your business taking little party order working from your friends' kitchen, she was happy enough to lend all support as long as you keep the place clean. Your kids always ready to help you with promotion, it was a hit in your town's office area. But so far 'a vicious woman' can go in town where everybody hated her.

So with money you made in a year from your job and little side business you run. You had enough to qualify for a loan, you sold your last possession left to you, the ring your husband gave you. To your surprise it was worth fortune, how he never asked back for it? You did not know. So with money, four kids and determination, you shifted to Capulet City. The town was little notorious for 'supernatural activity' but it will be fine. Your kids settled in well, they liked the new school there. You got yourself a place in market with space to run café downstairs and living space upstairs, small but enough for now. Everyone you came across tried to rip you off, but you were wiser now and took no bullshit. In a month, your Café was open and ready for business. In no time, people in town were fan of your freshly baked breads, local produce, and sweet treats. Your menu was quite diverse and quality top-notch. You got your logistic sorted, it was unique. As you were about to close the café on your day one. Your eldest was wiping tables, twins restocking the ingredients, and your preschooler was eating his berries. A man barged in, you spoke softly, “Sorry, we are closed…”

A soothing yet funky voice filled your ear, “Aww… I came all the way because Patty came here with her friends and told me, you got fantastic Pizza and strawberry sundae.....” You looked at the man-white hair, broad, muscular, tall, clad in red. Was he a supermodel? You blinked and shook your head, “I'm sorry, sir, we are closed…you have to come back tomorrow.” Man pouted, “Come on, I can't wait until tomorrow, you know I ditched Freddy for you. If he got to know I'm here, he will go back to the Himalayas or something.” You could not help but let out a laugh, you put your apron back on, “Sweetie, show our guest to his table?” Your daughter nodded and showed Dante to this table, she spoke excited, “Patty and me are in same grade.” Dante smiled, ruffling her hair, “That's so cool, finding school good?” Your eldest nodded as she gave Dante menu. Dante didn't even look at it, “Strawberry Sundae and Chicken BBQ Pizza, no olive, little lady” Your eldest nodded and went back to you in the kitchen. You started preparing his food, smell of pizza and strawberry sundae wafting in the Café, you saw him through the window, he was waiting quietly looking out.When your eldest brought him his food, he had a gigantic grin on his face. You thought that smile was beautiful and genuine, how long it has been you never smiled like that? You want to smile like that. He gulped down your food in breath, you can swear. He patted his belly, you were sure there were only abs underneath. Dante spoke contend, “you got yourself regular.Miss......?” You spoke smiling, “Y/N”. He smiled, “Miss Y/N, a fitting name for a pretty lady.....and equally adorable little lady. Your sister?” You shook your head smiling, he was contagious, “Actually my daughter…” Dante smiled, “That's nice…. I hope your husband don't mind me flirting, well, I can't help it, you're pretty.” You were little sad, but also blushed, “No…no husband …only us, me and my four kids…” Your eldest muttered, “Dad's evil” You hushed your eldest, and she stuck out her tongue, you always found it adorable. Dante rubbed his neck, “Sorry, I didn't mean to… I…" You shook your head, “It's okay, all in the past, I'm strong, do come by again, bring your friends?” Dante smiled, “Sure, I will …" He paid a generous tip. You shook your head, “We exploit no worker here, we take no tips,” Dante laughed, “Well, little lady can use it.” You smiled and accepted it. Dante went out smiling, he was happy to know you were single.

Dante stood by his promise, he was regular when he was in Capulet City, but occasionally, he came after weeks, and once it was a month. Whenever he was around, he mixed up with kids so easily, he always made sure to come at closing time, so there is no distractions for you.

You stood at the door, you didn't close the shop waiting for him. Your eldest poked your cheek, “Maa…time to close the café…” You snapped out of your daydream, “Yes, it is…” Your daughter giggled, and you huffed, “What?” Your daughter teased you, “We can stay open bit late for your crush to show up…" You were red, your twin daughter just came on time…twins shouted in unison, “MOMMY HAS A CRUSH!” Your five-year-old dancing in café singing, “Mommy has a crush! Mommy has a crush!” Your face was in your hands, “Stop it, guys!” The bell chimed, you cursed yourself internally no, not him, not right now!

Dante came in and smiled, he lowered himself to level of your son…" Mommy got crush, little man?" Your son nodded, Dante booped his nose ,“Who is the lucky one?” Your son shrugged… jumping out of Dante arms and running away. Your twin daughter quickly helped Dante to a seat holding his hand, your eldest pulling your hand to make you sit against him, you were red and blinked. Dante smiled, “A beautiful date on the menu, I see.” Your eldest giggled, she gave you two menus. She spoke professional, “Ahem, evening, sir and ma'am, thank you for choosing our café for your date, will you need some time to go through the menu? I will personally suggest Pizza and Strawberry Sundae, but you see the lady here….” You gave your eldest mommy a look raising your eyebrow, “lady?” Your eldest interrupted you, “Please, ma'am let me complete, it's unprofessional of you.” You eldest cleared your throat and started again, “lady here has refined taste, she likes pan Asian, thick starchy rice noodles with chili oil and Korean BBQ chicken being favorite.” You shook your head, “No! This scene won't play, I'm sorry, Dante, I don't know where their manners are, forcing a date on you like this.” You were about to stand up trembling at very idea of love again. Dante held your hand and soothed you, he was always so calm, “Relax…relax… I don't mind. I might have asked them to get started onto something, but I never knew they will be this creative. Please stay…" You were surprised ,but you nodded and sat back, calming your breath, Dante held the glass to your lips and you took a sip. And you snapped, “But who will be cooking!?”

So that's how you ended up on a real date that night, you got ready in black dress you didn't get chance to wear in years, you fit perfectly in it, you cannot fit in it for long, but the whole ordeal of divorce took so much toll that you lost substantial weight, you shook your head, only happy thoughts. Kids stayed back, you gave them clear instructions, not to open the door, unless it's you and nobody else.

Dante brought you to a fine Pizzeria, you ordered Alfredo pasta, and he went for Margherita pizza with no olives. You sipped your wine, he held your hand on the table, but you pulled it back, any touch settling fear in you. Dante smiled, tilting his head, “is it too soon to ask you if it was a messy divorce?” You were surprised and blinked your eyes, you never gave it away, Dante clarified sipping his wine, “Your kids …they rarely fight, even twins, my brother and I are twins, we were on each other's throat all the time. They said siblings fight when they are in a secure and safe home, when they band together, it usually shows an abusive household. And those bruises on your pretty arms…" You instinctively hid them, Dante caressed your face with the back of his index finger, he spoke calm, “you are a good mother, so it only leaves your husband to be a toxic one.” You sigh, you were defensive, “Well… Mister Dante, I'm not the only one with secrets, being away for weeks, months, blood stain on your coat hasn't gone unnoticed…" Dante chuckled, “I told you babe, I do pest control…" You rolled your eyes, turning your face, “babe? What are we teenagers?” You were being offensive and rude, feigning ignorance a way you trained on yourself to defend yourself from ache. He took your chin in his fingers, he was so big yet so gentle, you swear he swayed you to melt…he looked into your eyes, “If that's what you want, we can be teenagers tonight, sneak alcohol, drink it, do dumb things…" You shook your head, your hands in your lap, “I have responsibilities.” Dante held both of your hands, “which you take care of beautifully, give yourself a chance, you deserve the world….” You wanted to melt, but you got four lives connected to you. You already made a mistake of having four beautiful children with a wrong man, now you can't risk putting them in similar situation. That's how it all starts, sweet and beautiful, until they show their true colors. Your heart can't take it anymore. You were about to say something, but waitress brought out your food, and you focused on eating. Dante gave you space you needed. He gave you a ride back home, it was thrilling to say the least. But right now, you just wanted to be with your thoughts alone. You slept with your eldest that night needing support.

Dante was alone sitting on his chair drinking his whiskey, Trish sat on the desk, she spoke with her usual edged voice, “How was the date?” Dante raised his eyebrow, “What?” Trish rolled her eyes, “Dante… I know everything…" Dante clicking his tongue, “Stalking me?” Trish shook her head, “Lady, told me she saw you at a Pizzeria with a fine-looking woman, you certainly don't deserve.” Dante scoffed, “thats our Lady. So you already know” Trish flipped through magazine, “Was it a bad date?” Dante waved his hand, “No, she got lots of pain and fear from her last marriage….” Trish looked at him, “That's stopping you?” Dante sighed, “No…I just won't be a jerk to her. I'm just afraid for her and kids. Furthermore, I like them, they are lovely like her…but what if demons go after her and kids for getting involved with me?”

Trish was thinking, Dante wasn't wrong, “You should let her decide.....if you really mean to take this forward, truth is the only way.”

For the next one month, Dante visited your café regularly, you treated him like any other customer. Dante could feel it and it hurt. It hurt you more, but you did not know what else to do. You were not ready for this, and with kids in the picture. You just can't. Dante was having none of it. You two at least needed to talk, so he stayed back one day, and you went to his table, your hand on your hips, “We are closing, sir.” Dante looked at you irritated, “Do not sir me, y/n” You picked up the plate on his table and spoke, not looking at him, “A customer shall be treated as a customer. Business is no place for friendship.” Dante rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, “Is that all, y/n?” You nodded and as you turned to leave, he held your wrist softly rubbing circles on it with his thumb, your resilience melting. You squeezed your eyes shut as your heart rate picked up. He spoke with patience, “Trust me, it is as tough for me, as it is for you. I am rarely ever happy, and coming here makes me happy, I love it, you and kids. And I would rather not ruin it. Can we talk?”

You stood there and thought, the kids were out with your friend, their rich aunty, spoiling them. They were going to sleep over at her place, and you were also supposed to join them after closing. You sat turning on the close sign at the door. It was just dim light and you two in café. The world seemed to stop. You looked at Dante, you were nervous, your heart was pounding, you could barely look him in the eyes, those beautiful icy blue eyes, “Dante…you are good, I like you, but I have lots of emotional baggage and trust issue. I was abused for a long. I trusted this one person and I do not know if I can do that again. You deserve better….” You broke into tears and Dante stood up, he went to your side, crouching down to wipe your tears and hug you tight. He so easily scopped you in his arms, and you didn't protest . His touch didn't make you flinch, he was so warm and cozy as he carried you upstairs. You two sat on the couch. Dante held on to your hands, he needed little more privacy, “I have something to confess to you….do you believe in demons?”

You eye were wide as he told you everything about your heritage, how demons literally follows him. You frowned, you voice small and breaking, “Get out!” Dante sighed, “Y/N.” You looked at him with anger, “Those things follow you! And you still came here. I have kids! My life, I can play with it, gamble it! But not them! They are all I have!” Dante was hurt, deeply hurt, but he understood. As he saw you crying and mumbling, “I knew, I should have never trusted a man!” Dante raised his hand to comfort you, but you flinched, his eyes were wide, as he spoke in a low voice, “I would never hurt you…" You gulped, “just go…please…"

You went to your friend's house, after putting the kids to sleep. She could see you were sad, you two sat in the living room drinking fine wine your friend saved for you two. You friend smiled, “soooo.....” You raised an eyebrow, “so?” She hummed, “girlies told their aunty everything.” You sighed, “It's nothing, some dumb crush, I'm too old for….anyway I said things to hurt to make sure he never comes back, he deserves better.” Your friend sighed, “You said things that hurtful?” You nodded, wiping your tears, “Yes, he entrusted his vulnerability to me and I weaponized it. How am I any different from the man I ran from?” Your friend held you as you cried, she rubbed your back, “Hey.....just give yourself another chance.” You cried, “But kids!?” Your friend held your shoulders firm, “Y/N! Your kids want their mother happy and smiling, not withering. You are their light, your happiness directly affects them, is he good with kids?” You nodded, “Very good.” Your friend smiled, “Then….talk to him. Do not let one bad thing ruin everything.” You looked at your friend unsure, “I don't know…. I said everything wrong to him….” Your friend picked up your phone, “Got his number?” You tried to snatch your phone away, “We are not fifteen anymore, don't be dumb!” Your friend laughed, “You're dumb, bitch!” You frowned, you both looked at each other and burst into laughter. Your friend held up your phone, it was dialing Dante's number, you groaned.

Dante was in his office, drinking bottles on bottles of beer, whiskey, wine, whatever he can find. Even Freddy won't take him back now. Though, Cindy said she will talk to him. He sighed sitting on his chair thinking how right you were. He was being selfish, what he thought? Furthermore, is he strong enough to protect you and kids? He can't take care of himself! He was about to go to sandman land when heard the phone ringing, it only irritated him. His thoughts plauged by you, he wanted to feel something, feel your soft skin against his. He shook his head, as phone rang again. He sighed and picked up the phone, he snapped, “sorry! We are closed!”

Your voice was soft, “Dante?” Dante was sober in a split second and sat up straight, “Y/N.” You spoke unsure, “You know whether is predicted to be nice tomorrow, it's the weekend, will you like to join me and kids for a picnic? We have lot to discuss and I have lot to apologise for....." Dante smiled, “I can't think of anything better….”

JACKPOT!!!!

Tags: @sacredwarrior88 @marshmallows-and-champagne

[mattey-stu]

MATTEY-STU'S MASTERLIST

Fandoms i write for:

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Mortal Kombat

Johnny Cage

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Syzoth

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Devil May Cry

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Vergil Sparda

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Kit Walker

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Jimmy Darling

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuji Itadori

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Satoru Gojo

Diary Of A Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley

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Eddievr, Ronnieaintavampire, Juicyfruitsnacks, Chico Lachowski, Joost Klein, Ski Aggu, Tyler Teramagi

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Choking, degrading, petplay, ftm reader + T4T, C4C (cis for cis), hair pulling, blood kink, younger reader + older character, himbo,

ONLY if requested

Step-incest teacher x student (both 18+), incest, noncon, dubcon, breeding kink

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P3dophilia , pregnancy smut, sa, scat kink corpse fucking, foot kink, fem reader, fem character

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Dad x son, brother x brother, uncle x nephew and allat shit

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I do not condone any of the acts i write about.

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 31: Breeding(Hopelessly Devoted To You)

warnings/kinks: mentions of pregnancy, alcohol and drinking, smut, unprotected sex, slight monster fucking, fluff, breeding pairings: Dante x Fem!Reader word count: 1k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower a/n: And here we are, at the end of another kinktober. I hope everyone enjoyed! ;) And maybe kinktober 2023 might be a thing for next year!

Dante wanted children, but the idea actually terrified him so much. He knew it would be the ultimate act of showing you just how much he loves you, and the fruition of your love would be a baby. But damn, if he wasn’t so fucking afraid of losing you and his children, it might actually happen. Dante just couldn’t bring himself to do it, and as you spent more years married to him, you knew it was a touchy subject for him and you rarely brought it up.

Everything changed the day you told Nero you’d babysit for him. You and Dante had traveled to go out to Nero’s for a weekend, and you both agreed to watch over the kids for a couple of days. Nero and Kyrie had been planning this little outing for a while, and they trusted you to take care of their household while they would be gone. Dante wasn’t super pleased about it. He thought it wasn’t the best way to spend your time, but he did appreciate that you were always willing to lend a hand to people.

It struck him all at once, especially when he saw you taking care of the youngest member of the family. The baby was only a few months old. You were so motherly with the child, and Dante couldn’t help but notice just how kind and patient you were with everyone. All the children found such comfort within you. They came to you to play, or help them with things. You’d give them nutritious meals and tuck them in at night. And this made Dante so excited.

The weekend had gone much better than Dante had anticipated. The children were practically begging you not to leave when their parents got back. Nero and Kyrie came back looking so relaxed, and they couldn’t thank you enough. The way home seemed long and you were exhausted, so Dante knew he had to give you time before he would enact his plan.

A few days after you get home, it’s a slow afternoon. There’s no calls for the two of you to go out hunting. So Dante realizes this is the perfect opportunity for the both of you. It starts off fairly innocently with him offering to give you a drink and a massage. How could you possibly refuse such a kind offer?

Dante gets you settled on the couch, and he begins with your shoulders. You sip on the drink he’s made for you and listen to the music coming from the jukebox. Everything about this is so romantic. It makes you feel so loved. His large hands soothe and knead the knots from your muscles. His calloused fingers feel so good on your soft skin. He presses the softest and most loving kisses all over your neck and jawline. You let out a moan and it goes straight to his cock.

Eventually, he can’t hold back. The more he massages you, and the more you drink, he knows he needs to have you. Dante presses you against the sofa, and you spread your thighs for him. You’re feeling so aroused from all the massages and the drinks. Your lips meet in a sloppy kiss and Dante ruts against you. The two of you begin to grind against one another.

“I need to fuck you so badly,” he mumbles against your lips. “Wanna fuck a baby into you.”

You gasp at his words. He’s never really said anything like this to you before. Not even during roleplay. It usually just wasn’t something that popped up and you knew that this subject was so difficult for Dante. But now, you look into his eyes and you can see how dark they are with lust. It’s clearly something he’s been thinking about for a while.

“Been thinking about you having my baby for so long. Ever since I saw you with Nero’s kids. You’re so good with kids,”

Dante begins undressing you so quickly and so desperately. It feels so good in so many ways to have him want you like this. For the first time, Dante was showing interest in having children. He kisses you sloppily and hungrily. His hips rut into you, and soon you’re both naked and left breathless. You’re panting as Dante uses the tip of his cock to tease your wet slick.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” he says as he begins to slip into you. He presses a passionate kiss to your lips.

As your tongues tangle together sensually, Dante begins thrusting into you. His hips snap quicker and rougher as the lust grows within him. He keeps moaning and growling. It’s so animalistic, and so raw and rough. You can only cling to him and let him fuck you so hard. The sounds of your skins slapping together fills the room, drowning out the rock song coming from the jukebox. 

“I want you to be pregnant. I need to breed you,” Dante growls. He presses a rough kiss to your lips before leaning down to nip at your neck.

“Please,” you whine. “Breed me, daddy.”

Something inside of him snaps when you use that name for him. He pushes your legs to your chest and he gets you to hold them there. Then you watch as red sparks of energy pop in the air as Dante summons the energy to trigger. You’ve never done anything like this before, but you know that he has always wanted to try it. Soon, this large scaly devil is on top of you instead of your gorgeous, loving husband.

“Dante,” you mutter as you try to come to terms with this. “What’s going on?”

He growls gently, “Gonna breed you.”

Without another word, he presses himself on top of you even more. From a slit in the scaly armor is his large cock. You’ve never seen it before, and you have to admit you’re intimidated. But when you hear him moan your name in his distorted voice, you know that this is still the man you love so truly. He presses the tip of his cock into your wet hole, he waits patiently for you to coax him to continue.

And when you do, you know he’ll breed you. 

[zg0nuwa]

Hello! Absolutely love your domestic Dante headcanons, it was so cute. May I please request some headcanons for Dante with pregnant reader? Thank you <3

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 ; „𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞” 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

‣ hi!! i'm really glad that you liked the hc! i hope these will be alright. i'm really sorry if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes-

‣ dante sparda x afab!reader

‣ warnings ; pregnancy mentions, female anatomy mentioned, labor mentions

‣ first of all, I think that Dante ,despite everything, would love to have children and to top it off he has massive girl dad energy. As much as he wants children though he probably wouldn't bring it up unless you start the topic.

‣ when you tell him that you're pregnant he is going to think that it's just some stupid joke you're pulling on him, even when you give him the pregnancy test showing a positive result he's like "This has to be fake". Poor old man thinks he doesn't deserve this.

‣ eventually after a while when you stare at him with tears in your eyes he gets the realisation that this is not a joke and he is going to be a father.

‣ of course he's happy, ecstatic even, but he can't help but think that the domestic side of life is something out of his grasp and that eventually everything will crumble down or he's going to wake up in his bed alone

‣ during your pregnancy he probably won't give up on taking jobs because let's be honest he is a little tight on money but when he comes back and has time with you? he is on alert when you need him

‣ he probably lays his head in your lap and talks to the kid all about the cool stuff his dad is and how he can't wait. and yes he will do it even at the beginning of your pregnancy, bump or no the kid has to know how badass their father is

‣ tastes all your cravings. and i mean it. even the most outrageous ones. he might even like some of them and eat them on daily basis from now on

‣ during lazy days spent in your bed he's going to be your personal heater. will not let you go anywhere. he was already a cuddlebug but now? he's twice the cuddlebug he was before

‣ he sleeps a lot and he sleeps in late a lot, even with his alertness he sleeps like a rock, so unfortunately there will be days where you'll have to deal with morning sickness on your own

‣ when you start lactating the tought of asking you if he could try the milk will cross his mind at least a few times. i don't think he will bring it up though, it's just going to be this silly little tought he has whenever he looks at you

‣ will do the thing with putting his hands under your belly and holds it up to relieve some tension from your spine. and he will do it religiously

‣ this man will not allow you to have insecurities. to him you're "the hottest chick in the world and all of hell" as he put it

‣ loves when you wear his shirts, he loves it even more when he can see the baby bump even with them on you. he will lose his mind over this

‣ when you go into labor he will panic, which is not really surprising, but to some extent it is kinda unusual to see the demon hunter all fidgety and anxious. he's going to forget everything, even his own name for a few seconds just staring at you wide eyed

‣ will hold your hand through the entire birth and will tell you that " You're doing fantastic, you're the baddest bitch here and you can do it i know it"

[animelovelover123]

DMC Boys x Reader – I Want to Feel Fear

Parings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, Nero, V, Sparda x Reader (Reader is gender neutral except in Sparda’s story where Reader is female)

Synopsis/Author's Note: The DMC boys are asked to do some CNC. And not the light dubious consent stuff. No, the reader wants it hard. To feel fear, to cry and scream, to fight like their life depends on it but still be held down and used.

Well damn. What are the boys going to do with you?

Disclaimer: All acts in this story are done by consenting participants acting out a fantasy with no true threat to either's well-being. If you are reading this, please understand that drawing/writing/reading/imagining things of this nature does NOT equate to desiring or supporting real-world assault.

Trigger Warnings: CNC, stalking, kidnapping, imprisonment, drugging, knife play, somno, predator/pray play, blood play, implied pregnancy sex, threatening of humiliation, implied semi-public masturbation, sadism, degrading comments, overstimulation, not beta read

Dante

Oh my… who knew his little angel was so devilish?

Sure, why not? Dante has entertained plenty of people with some freaky kinks, so he knows there isn’t anything wrong with two adults consensually doing some nasty stuff. He’s down to try if it will make you happy. Now, how to go about it…

You’re a demon hunter and his longtime partner so he knew you could handle being roughed up a bit. But what exactly are you looking for babe?

A sudden strike by a stranger (played by Dante)?

Some predator and prey hunting?

Some public humiliation?

Well… maybe not that last one because Dante causes that all the time with his antics anyway.

What would he like? Dante had to sit and think about that one. This is a whole new world he has never really explored before.

But you know, there was this one fantasy he had. And if he just cranked up the aggression then… Ya, that could work.

With a final shot, the last demon’s screech was silenced. As Dante set Rebellion on his back, keeping Ebony in his left hand, he looked over at you. You looked so sweet and vulnerable as your trembling subsided and your puffy red eyes with pupils blown wide relaxed a bit as the last of your attackers, as far as the character you were playing knew, evaporated. It was a weak and timid version of you he rarely got to see.

“Thank you so much for saving me, sir.” You say as you stepped down from the create you had climbed on to get out of reach of the calf-tall demons that had attacked you.

“Well, I couldn’t just sit back and let the world lose out on such a pretty little thing now could I?” As Dante draws closer to you, he watches you put on a shy little smile at his compliment. How cute. Too bad he won’t be seeing it for a while. “Unfortunately though I don’t run a charity so I’m gonna need to be paid for my hard work.”

“Pay?” Your relaxed posture tensed back up quickly.

“Yep, got bills to pay you know. Now let’s see…” With his free hand, Dante stroked his chin in exaggerated thought. In his other, he twirled Ebony around purposely within your field of view. “with it being an out-of-the-blue job that took time out of my busy day… I’d say 30 sounds about fair.” Dante announced in a particular way just so he could see your eyes light up with hope so he could dash it.

“30 bucks?”

Dante chuckled.

“No sweetheart, 30 thousand.”

“30 thousand dollars!? I’m sorry but don’t have that kind of money.” You keep talking, pleading your case, but Dante made a loud humming noise that told you he was too busy thinking to listen.

“You know,” He eventually says, cutting you off. “I think I can make an exception for someone as cute as you.” He gives a playful wink as he stops playing with Ebony to press its muzzle into the crown of your hair. With just enough force for you to take the hint, Dante presses down on you until you sink to your knees. “I know just how you can pay me.”

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After swallowing, as ordered, you are finally able to wrench your head back, freeing yourself from the repeated gaging to drag in fresh air. You start to catch your breath, though each gasp makes your sore throat burn. You glance up at Dante who has since moved his gun from your head and now slouched over you, hands on the create behind you, with closed eyes and heavy breaths as his high washes off. Seeing this as your chance you turn and start to crawl away. You make it a couple of feet before you’re grabbed by your hair, not pulled back but held in place.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” Dante practically growls. “You aren’t done paying your bill.”

“But,” You stay in place, too scared to move. “I just…”

“Auwh, did I forget to tell you?” Dante moved to squat down beside you so he could look at your fearful expression. “I charge by the corps. Now remind me again, how many demons were there?”

“S-six.”

Dante gave a wolfish grin.

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“Where are you taking me?” You whine, far too tired to cry out at this point. You are moved from where Dante had thrown you over his should and dropped onto the back seats of Dante’s open-roofed car, your head behind the driver’s seat.

“I’m taking you back to my place.” Dante circles the car but instead of sliding into the front seat, he places one hand on the back door and the other on the driver seat headrest. Using them as leverage he leans over you, blocking out the sun and casting a shadow over your delightfully confused and concerned face.

“Your place? But I paid off my debt, didn’t I?”

“Yep, that you did. Even gave a little extra tip.” Dante shot you a toothy grin. “But you know what? I might just be addicted to that perfect little body of yours. So, I think I’m gonna keep you. It’ll be nice coming home every day to such a sexy cockwarmer.”

Reboot Dante

Really? You’re into that?

Surprisingly Dante actually rejects your request at first.

The idea of forcefully taking you at some club or in an alley just brings up memories of the times Dante has beaten some prick half to death for trying the same thing.

It will take a little convincing, along with some extra good treatment to rack up some IOU’s, but you can get him on board.

He’s still a bit hesitant so you need to start him with something he is a bit more comfortable with, something he is used to.

Dante and you are well accustomed to fooling around in places you probably shouldn’t. It helped that Dante had spent most of his life being sporadically homeless so he knew all sorts of nooks and crannies where a person or two could hide away from prying eyes.

So, take those moments, add a sprinkle of anonymity and a heaping cup of force, and now we’re talking.

You stand holding open one of the back doors of your friend’s car, allowing others to pile in so you can snag the window seat. Just as the last person slides into place, you hear the cocking of a gun.

“Don’t move,” Came a gruff male voice, sounding both loud enough to be heard but also distant. You knew it well, but still tensed up on instinct. “act calm.”

“You comin’?” Asks one of your friends in a joking tone, looking up at you with a blissfully unaware smile.

“Tell em your walking home.” Came the voice again, plenty loud enough to be heard by your friends, but it was only you with the power to hear him. You give your friends the lie you had been fed. They questioned you a bit but eventually drove off, none the wiser. “Go back into the fair.” The gun behind you makes a noise, possibly pointing in the direction the man wanted you to go.

No matter what it was, it served to snap you out of your panicked obedience as the reality of the situation came back to you. You stay stalk still, brain hastily fliting through thoughts but unable to settle on one.

“Hey, get going.” The man pushes, impatience evident in his voice and in another fidget of the gun. Without thinking you defiantly shake your head. Before taking your next breath the gun fires. The firing has a similar distant sounding quality to it as the man’s voice, but the explosion of the streetlight above you is too close.

“I told you to move.” Snaped the man. This time you follow orders.

You moved stiffly but with purpose, following instructions to a tee as the man tells you when and where to turn. You don’t speak, don’t turn around, don’t try to run for fear of ending up like that streetlight.

“Get on the freewheel, alone.” The last word came out with a bit of venom. The line was short as it was near closing time, so it didn’t take long for it to be your turn. The enclosed cabin shifts a bit under your weight as you step on, and as the door is closing it shifts again. You and the man ride a quarter of the rotation, the cabin halfway up where no one on the ground could see you, before he gives his next command.

“Lift up your top and drop your pants.” Even though you could have seen this coming, the suddenness made your brain stutter. Another loud clack of the gun got your hands moving again. Despite the intense trembling of your hands, you are able to undo and push down your pants, letting them fall to the cabin floor. “Underwear too.” This time you do struggle a bit, though out of nervousness as you look outside of the cabin to see all the people milling about down below. When the smaller cloth joins your pants you only barely catch a guttural groan from behind you. “Sit and spread your legs.” This order actually gets you something, aside from embarrassment. It gives you the first chance to look at your assailant, or it would have if he was truly there.

You had only recently started your medium training with Kat so you couldn’t make out any features of the man in Limbo. All you see is a white fog-like mass in the shape of a man looking down at you while pointing a gun-shaped object at your chest. A gun that could very much kill you through the division of realities.

“Don’t forget your top.” He said, motioning with his gun at the hem. As you pull your shirt up to reveal your chest, but not off, the figure sits on the bench across from you. The gun doesn’t drift from its target in the slightest. “Now touch yourself.”

“What!?”

“You heard me.” There was no compassion in the man’s voice. If anything, there was humor, as if he was amused by your shame. “Get yourself off. Right here, right now.”

“But…” Your voice trails off as you look out of the cabin window. “the ride will end soon.” The freewheel had made half its rotation.

“Don’t worry,” The figure shifted. “it usually takes about an hour for the fire truck to get here to help people off.” The figure lifts from his seat to lean out the cabin window and take a shot down towards the ground. You hear the harsh screeching of a bullet cutting through metal and the freewheel immediately comes to a screeching halt, leaving your cabin just shy of the top where no one could possibly look in at what you were doing.

“You better get the show on the road.” The man taunted as he sat back down, one hand pointing the gun back at you while the other reached down towards his crotch. “Times ticking and I’m not letting you stop until we’re both done.”

Vergil

You wish to be dominated? Well, he agrees there was no better person than him to do that for you.

Despite being far more sophisticated than most demons and being able to hide your physical traits, so much so that you lived among humans with none the wiser, you were a full demon. A demon whose body had exceptional healing powers because, no matter what gender you fell into, every one of your species was predisposed to be taken by more powerful demons. It’s just how your people were, always ready and waiting to be dominated. And even though you had formed more humanity than most others of your kind, the desire was still there.

Vergil understood this, having studied demonology extensively and having sensed your demonic energy calling out to his, enticing him to act.

Up until then, even though he was more in tune with his demon half than his human half, he was far too disciplined and civilized to give in to such boorish desires. His goal was to gain power and control. Giving into his lust and taking you, one of the several demons that served under him, would not bring him closer to that objective.

And yet, when you came to him proclaiming your affection and desire for him an alluring rush of dominance came over him. It wasn’t the same feeling as when he defeated an opponent in combat or even when his followers bowed for him. This was deeper, intimate, primal.

It was no use. Even with the generous head start you had been given, no matter how far, how long, or how fast you ran he was there. Sometimes behind you, sometimes appearing in front of you, but always close, as if you were but a worm desperately trying to crawl away from a swooping bird. You were too easy a target when in open areas so had tried to make this more difficult for your pursuer by zigzagging in a densely forested area, but that only slowed him slightly. Still, it slowed him, so to a denser area you ran. Particularly, you started squeezing your way through bushes and overgrown demonic thorny areas where standing straight or walking was an impossibility. This worked for a couple of minutes, even giving you brief moments of reprieve as the sound of his movements and perturbed tisks faded behind the foliage on occasion. However, with him already being on edge with his dragged-out arousal, this obstacle only served to ignite his frustration. With easy flicks of the Yamato the offending plants were sliced to ribbons. Upon noticing this and realizing that continuing to slither through vines while Vergil cut through them was only slowing you down, you leave the dense plants back into the forest. You don’t make it more than a few feet through before an ethereal blade of blue energy pierces your torso, knocking the air from your lungs and pushing your upper body forward harshly, causing you to fall to the ground. Just as you are catching your breath and attempting to lift onto your hands and knees a boot plants itself firmly on your back and forces you back down.

“Foolish.” Vergil calmly said as the summon sword dissolved away, allowing your body to begin its rapid repair of the hole left behind. “Did you really think some fauna would protect you?”

The moment your wound is healed enough you swiftly slash at the leg pinning you down. He kicks your hand back, but in turn lifts his foot from your back. You take the opportunity and scurry out from under him but his hand grabs the back of your head and slams it down into the dirt for your disobedience. An exposed tree root slashed open your brow, spilling blood down your already red face.

“I seem to have underestimated your audacity,” Vergil kneels down, one leg atop your back to hold you in place. “and overestimated your intelligence.” He lifts your head from the dirt by pulling back on your hair. The streams of blood from your, already healed, brow cut caught Vergil’s attention. His cold eyes start to glow and he unconsciously flashes into his demon form as he leans forward to taste your spilled blood. A pleased yet unsatisfied rumbling growl slips from his lips as he pulls back to look at your now teary-eyed face. “Did you truly think I would simply let you go?”

Reboot Vergil

He is glad you came to him for this.

Not just because Vergil is your lover and is happy you trust him enough to admit your darker desires. It was because Vergil knew plenty of ways to get what he wanted out of someone without leaving lasting damage.

True, none of his previous experiences were done with the intent of gaining sexual pleasure but if you were the one in the chair that would come naturally.

What was important was that he knew how to track and kidnap someone without causing alarm. He knew all sorts of ways to tie down a person to make them unable to move, to restrict their breathing, to stick them to any surface, all while leaving space to get at vital areas. He could find pressure points to abuse, both physically and mentally. He knew how to keep someone quiet and how to make them talk. Vergil knew how far he could push a person before they irreparably break.

Even with this knowledge, or perhaps because of it, he doesn’t just jump right in. He takes a few weeks to gather more information on your interests and your limits. Most of his testing is done secretly, through things like training, medical testing, and a bit rougher sex.

How flexible are you? How long can you hold a position? Are you allergic to any food, materials, or medications? How well can you breathe through different materials or with extra pressure on your chest? How long can he keep you awake? How much can he make you cum before it starts to hurt, and how many more until its unbearable?

By the time he actually formulates a plan of attack he knows you, your interests and your limits, better than you know yourself.

Your consciousness raises and falls, like a fishing float bobbing in the water trying to stay afloat while something weighs it back down. In your flickering between memories and dreams, you think back to when you fell asleep. Or, to be more accurate, when you were put to sleep.

You had just entered your home. Nothing felt strange or out of place as you strolled into your bedroom, closing the door behind you. There were only a couple of seconds of peace before something came from behind you and covered your face. It seemed like a mask, as it was shaped to fit the curves of a human face, yet there were no holes to see or breathe through. The inside was a damp cloth-like material that smiled of bitter medicine and the outside was a hard plastic, which you found out when your body instinctively started clawing at the thing. You also found a gloved hand holding the mask to your face.

Another arm wrapped around your upper half, pinning your curled-up arms to your chest. The pressure on your front forces you back until you’re pressed against the broad chest of a sturdy body. You then try to kick your legs back and though you feel the impact the other person’s legs don’t buckle, only brace themselves. Your consciousness starts to fade away as you desperately gasp for air through the cover. In a last-ditch effort, you try to crouch down to slip from the assailant’s arms but they simply hold you aloft as if you were a small, weak, helpless dog. The last thing you remember is your limbs feeling so heavy that they fall slack.

“You’re finally awake.” Noted a close yet muffled voice, bringing your thoughts back to the present. You finally crack your eyes open to see Vergil, turned away as he types on his laptop which sat on a side table. You, in your laying position atop a cushioned table, try to lift your hand up and towards him but soon find that you can’t. Not only do your limbs feel so heavy that your stiff muscles are unable to move them more than teetering, but also because there were leather straps binding your wrists and ankles to the table. The sound of your attempted movement brings Vergil’s eyes to you, browse straight in a relaxed observance and mouth covered by a surgical mask. “Try not to move around too much, you wouldn’t want to dislodge the needle and cause unnecessary harm.” Vergil explained as he carefully pushed the side table out of the way.

Though unable to lift your head you can turn enough to see a needle imbedded in your arm from the corner of your eye. It was similar to an IV drip but what was actually being injected was unknown to you, though you could hazard a guess that whatever it was what was causing your limbs to be so heavy and muscles so weak.

Suddenly Vergil grabbed your chin with his gloved hand and turned your head towards him.

“Speak.” He ordered like you were a dog who still hadn’t learned the trick. “Let me hear your voice.” He didn’t move an inch more, not until you verbally responded. He was looking, though not hoping, for a particular word.

“Vergil, why?” You say clearly, not giving the word but proving that the chemicals in your body weren’t stopping you from doing so. Your words don’t seem to get a reaction out of him. He does release your chin though, instead trailing his fingertips up your jaw and then down your neck and chest, showing that even though your body was heavy it still felt touch just as, if not more, intense as it usually did.

“Well,” Vergil lifted his hand from your body. “you see,” He reached into his coat pocket and produced a pocketknife. “I thought I had made my feelings clear when I transferred you to be my personal assistant.” The knife flipped open to reveal a six-inch blade. “And yet you just don’t seem to get it.” Vergil drags the tip of the knife down your chest, not hard enough to break through the fabric but so you can feel the danger drag against your skin. “I have realized,” You hear a click under the table and then the whirling of machines as the bottom half of the table starts to split in two and fold, in turn forcing your legs open and your knees to bend. “that waiting around until you notice my affection isn’t going to work. So,” Vergil slides the knife’s dull side down to your crotch before flipping it around so its curved tip pierces the cloth covering your crotch. “I must make them undeniably clear to get through to you.” In one quick, calculated movement Vergil slices through your clothing, opening up your top layer completely and putting enough of a hole in your underwear that he can easily tear them open. “And if that means filling your body and mind with nothing but me, then so be it.”

Nero

W-what!?

Nero panics a bit when you first tell him. Growing up in a religious town where sex out of wedlock and prostitution were treated as criminal offenses resulted in him having a very limited knowledge of sex and all its facets. He is able to calm down once you explain things to him: how it would all just be an act and that you only want to do these sorts of things with him.

That doesn’t mean he can handle doing it though. Sure, he can get rough with people like Dante and Credo, but if he senses the slightest bit of fear in someone like you or Kyrie he launches into protective mode. How was hesupposed to be the one causing the fear?

Yet he was also the kind of partner who was eager to please so he would try for you. ‘Try’ being the operative word here because the moment you start tearing up and pretend to plead for him to stop, he falls apart.

He got close, once, but it was far from satisfying. It was a simple scenario. Nero knocks on your door claiming to be a delivery man. When you open your door he forces his way in, has his way with you, and then escapes. Except he kept breaking character to ask if you were okay and if you wanted to stop, despite already having a safe word. And after the deed was done, Nero was supposed to leave for 5-10 minutes to let you stew in the moment. He didn’t even last half a minute before he barged back in to check on you and start apologizing.

It takes a while but eventually you two do find a middle ground that satisfies you both. One that coincidently utilized his engineering skills.

Nero hummed a tune to himself as he cleaned Blue Rose to fill the silence. With how often he wanted to hide away in his room as a teenager, Nero is surprised by how uncomfortable silence felt now that he moved out of his adopted family’s home. Then again, he usually had you to fill the quiet with but not right now. Speaking of which…

Nero looked over at his laptop which fed him consistent diagnostics and just as he did an error suddenly popped up. Looks like his experiment stopped. Did something malfunction or did you turn it off? Either way, he needed to check on it.

As Nero descended the long set of stairs to the basement, he took note of the lack of noise revibrating off the brick walls. That probably meant you weren’t up and about then.

His suspicion was proven correct when he reached the bottom step and there you sat atop the modified tobibako, just as he had left you. You noticed his presence, turning towards him but not saying anything, not that the silk rope in your mouth would let you say anything coherent.

“Sorry for the hold-up,” Nero said as he placed his laptop on the floor beside the end of the tobibako and plugged it in directly so it could run a proper scan of the mechanisms. “I’ll try to get this fixed up quickly.” The first step was to check the wireless kill switch.

It was still in place, untouched, clipped into the bottom level of the tobibako. It sat right where you could easily reach with your right foot, even if the chains attached to the cuffs around your ankles were wound so tight that you couldn’t lift your feet from the floor on either side of the tobibako. Still, just to be sure you hadn’t been left without an escape, he flicked the switch. Instantly the shackles holding your legs in place unlatched and the metal tube locking your arms behind your back opened up. As the tube, and the stand holding it up, retracted back into its compartment, you slump, hands coming forward to slow your descent until your heaving chest is pressed into the cushioned top level of the tobibako.

It didn’t take long for Nero’s laptop to finish its scan, informing its owner where the problem lay. Thankfully it was an easy fix, but it would take a couple of minutes which was fine with Nero. It gave you a chance to catch your breath and/or tell him if you were done for the day. When you didn’t move, and he even caught a blissed smile through the gag, he knew you were enjoying yourself.

“Alright,” Nero closed the hatch and looked to his laptop to make sure all systems were go. “that otta do it.”

You finch, realizing what his words entailed. But before you can move Nero activates the ‘middle link’ which was a curved mettle bar that, since you were laying across the top layer, looped around your midsection to lock you in place. He had built it with your measurements in mind so it wasn’t so tight it restricted your breathing, but it held you flush against the tobibako as it sprung back to life. The top layer vibrated aggressively while the extended lump pressed against your crotch vibrated violently.

You nearly scream behind your gag while your legs flailed and your hands cling to the tobibako as if it could steady you.

“Thanks again for helping me with testing.” Nero said while moving the kill switch from the bottom level to the top, taking a moment to grasp your trembling fingers and lead them to the button so you knew where it was and he knew that you could reach it. “Though with the holdup I may have to extend the timer so I can collect enough data.” You let out a long whine in protest but all you get is Nero’s fingers running through your damp hair. “Not too much longer, don’t worry. Just another… say… 40 minutes until your snack break?”

V

So these are the desires you have been holding back.

Though catching him a bit off guard, V is fully accepting and supportive of your fantasy.

As a lover of poetry, he has read countless works of literature describing the pleasures brought on by any and every manner of things. And so, though he does not feel it himself, V can understand how one would find it alluring to have someone so attracted to you that they are overtaken with passion, momentarily abandoning common sense or morality to satisfy their desire for you.

The only issue holding V back from satisfying your needs was his lack of strength. Though not as frail as his thin body may have you believe, V was still leagues behind his fellow demon hunters, which you were one of.

If you did lose yourself in fear and panic, as you said you wanted to, then V would be no match against your struggle. His physical strength in battle came from his familiars, and he was dead set against utilizing them for such intimate things. He also refuses to incapacitate you through alcohol, drugs, or serious injury. And even if he attempted to use restraints on you, you would throw him off with ease which would quickly shatter the illusion.

Fortunately, it is discovered that your thrill is more so in the fear of being hunted and being powerless to stop it.

An almost supernatural shadow, oppressive, untouchable, and always looming close by no matter how far you run? That, V could do.

You can hear them, the footsteps, ever encroaching closer but never reaching you. The cool night air both added to the chill seeping into your bones yet was not enough to cool your adrenalin-filled boiling blood. You would think having stuck to a main road sprinkled with cars and pedestrians would have brought you comfort, but even through the clamor you could hear the distinct footsteps. The light flicks of leather souls hitting the concrete then snapping back up to the foot, the light clinking of chains, and the tapping of a pointed cane. The sounds, kept uneven purposely to garner the attention of those looking for it, rang in your head like an alarm. And just like an alarm should, your fight or flight instincts kick in and you take off sprinting. You race home as fast as your feet can take you, desperate to escape the looming dread and go back to the one place you were safe.

This hope was shattered when you step into your home to find one of your empty vases not sitting on your coffee table filled with a bouquet of red salvias, camellias, and red begonias.

Now knowing that your home was no longer the safe haven you thought it was, you rush to pack an overnight bag. As you race from room to room you keep an eye out for anything that was new, was missing, or had been used/moved. Your favorite cup had been used and washed; your pillows and blanket had been rearranged; and your shampoo had been used. There were no more gifts, but a few articles of clothing were unaccounted for.

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A notification sound from your cellphone snapped you out of your groggy staring at the damp hand towel hanging over the bathroom faucet. It was definitely one of the hotel’s towels, you could tell by the embroidery despite having been in such a rush to sleep anywhere but home that you didn’t even know the name of the hotel you had booked a room in. But why was it damp and hanging over the faucet for drying?

As you wracked your half-awake brain trying to remember if you had used a hand towel last night, you return to the main room. You flop back down onto the overly soft bed and grab your phone. You quickly spring to alert though when you see that the notification was of a text message. To be more specific, it was an image sent via text message from that unknown number. The one that had been periodically sending you photographs without any message to accompany them.

Though hesitant, you take a look at the newest photo. It was of you, in this very hotel room, sound asleep. This time though, instead of being one of you taken from relatively far away or through a window like all the previous ones, this photo was taken closer. So close that the person who took it must have been laying in the bed beside you. Your sleeping face is at peace in the photo, blissfully unaware of the tattoo-covered hand caressing your cheek, smearing the strip of fresh cum.

Sparda

How curious.

Sparda, as a demon, was well aware that many demons desire the thrill of the chase and revel in the act of forcefully taking or being taken. Nonconsensual union was just as common as consensual union in the demon world.

But when he had awoken to justice, he took on a more human moral stance which included the belief that those who took from others what was not offered were criminals.

Clearly, he had more to learn about humans and the vast grey areas in which their beliefs could lay. And he counted himself so very lucky to have you, his loving and patient wife, by his side to show him all the complexities of humanity.

Of course he will fulfill your desires and, speaking honestly, he himself will enjoy indulging a bit in his demonic urges.

What a shame though that not long after you both started to explore this new facet of your marriage, your fragile human body became even weaker.

So be it. Sparda knew how to bring you the same please even with this slight complication.

The sound of approaching footsteps catches your attention. You shift your naked body into a sitting position, which is the most you can do with how short the chains that bind your hands to the headboard and feet to separate bed posts are.

“I have returned dear.” Sparda announced, casually stepping through your shared bedroom door in his human form with a plate in hand.

“Sparda.” Is all you can whimper out as your husband stalks closer, his already impressive 7-foot height seeming even more intimidating with you sitting.

“I must say, I am very disappointed in you my dear.” His apparent perturbed mood could not be heard in his voice or seen in the way he gently placed the plate he had been carrying onto the side table, in turn revealing freshly cooked hashbrowns, an omelet, and a select few pieces of fruit. “The kitchen staff have informed me that you haven’t been eating as of late.” This wasn’t actually true, you were eating just fine, but that’s not part of the show you were both performing.

“Sparda please.” You beg, yanking against the cuffs binding your wrists together to show what you were asking for, but your plea was ignored.

“You can not be neglecting your heath like this.” Sparda took a seat on the edge of the bed beside you, his height making it so he still towered over you. “You need your proper nutrients, especially now that you are not eating only for yourself.” Sparda reaches a hand out to caress your inflated stomach. “You must think of the children dear. They are relying solely on you and your body to nurture them until they are ready to meet the world.”

“Please, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live like this.” You try to move off the bed but can’t even get both feet to the edge of it, let alone stand up. Sparda pauses then, watching your eyes blown wide in fear and puffy red hinting that you had cried at some point. Despite your desperate expression, you did not give the agreed-upon safe word, so he pressed forward.

“I know that the changes you are going through can be frightening,” His free hand finds yours and gives a light squeeze as if to comfort you. “but this is how things must be. Now that I have chosen you to carry my kin I must keep all three of you safe while you are in this delicate state of creation.”

“Then after?” You cut in, grasping his hand in both of yours and pulling it to your chest. “After I have these children will you let me go?” You looked so very hopeful, but it didn’t last as Sparda chuckled ever so lightly like you were a naïve child asking for a wish to be granted.

“Of course not. The twins need their mother. And who is to say I shall settle for just two heirs? Now then,” Sparda turned just as your face fell into a look of despair. He plucked half of a strawberry off of the plate he had brought in. “it is time for you to eat, my dear.” He holds the fruit to your lips but you turn away with a glare. He responds with one of his own as he grabs hold of your chin and again tries to slide the fruit piece into your mouth. This time you jerk your head back and use a foot to try and push him off the bed in defiance. He does not budge though. He lets out a long, deep sigh as he replaces the strawberry on the plate. “Why must you make things so difficult for yourself?” Sparda moves from a sitting position to a kneeling one. As he forces your legs open you can feel his hands shift momentarily into his demon claws as a warning. “It seems I will have to pacify you first.”

[icycoldninja]

Can I request Dante x Fem Reader who finds out she is pregnant and doesn't know how to tell Dante... How will he react? And how will he care for her throughout pregnancy....

Absolutley! Here you go and I hope u enjoy 💜

Pregnant (DMC5!Dante x Fem!Reader)

Recently, you'd been feeling weird. You were growing increasingly fatigued, your back ached, you were feeling nauseous nearly all the time, and your mood changed like the wind. You'd randomly burst into tears whenever you heard a nostalgic song on the radio; you were often grumpy and snapped at your friends, and sometimes just felt really happy for no reason. Initially, you blew it off as exhaustion from work, until you missed your period. The entire month flew by and there wasn't a single drop of menstrual blood--one of the most telling symptoms of pregnancy. You had to check now, so you raced to the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test.

An hour or so later, you were curled up on the bathroom floor, sobbing, the positive-reading test in your hands. It was true. You were pregnant, and worse yet, you knew who the father was: Dante. You two had done the deed not too long ago--without protection. The two of you were so caught up in your lovemaking, you had forgotten about possible consequences. Your mind was currently in a state of delirium; thoughts swirling about like a violent blizzard. You were thrilled to discover that a child was growing inside you, but at the same time, dreaded telling Dante that the kid was his. Despite their differences, Dante and Vergil were still brothers who shared some of their core traits--and you didn't want your child to end up like Nero. After a few moments of mentally debating it, you decided to take a breather and go to one of the girls for help. Snatching up your wallet and keys, you headed for the door right when it flew open of it's own accord, or rather, Dante's accord. He strode into the room, a smile on his face, then wrapped you in a big hug. "Heya, babe! Miss me?" You nodded, wincing as he pressed you against his frame, which applied unwanted pressure on your painfully sensitive breasts. "I did," You managed to choke out, struggling to free yourself from his grip. "I missed you so much." Dante roughly patted you on the back; a gesture that normally wouldn't bother you, but now that your back was an aching, sore mess, it did. "Ow! Stop being so rough, Dante!" Dante pulled away from you, confused. "What? Did-did I do something wrong? Why ya being all grouchy?" Realizing that your behavior was going to give you away, you immediately sobered up. "No, it's just...." You sucked in a breath, trying to think up a lie quickly. "I...uhhh...pulled a muscle in my back earlier, and it hurts if you touch it." Dante blinked at you a few times before his bewildered expression melted into a grin. "Aw, is that all? I could massage it for you if you like." You forced a smile; sudden pangs of nausea were filling your stomach. "No thanks, Dante, I'll be fine." Dante frowned, sensing this behavior wasn't like you at all--you always enjoyed his massages because his hands were so strong. "You sure you're OK, Y/N? You're acting weird." You gagged; the sudden need to vomit overcoming you. Wordlessly, you raced to the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet in time. Out came your breakfast, lunch, and last night's dinner, followed by an amalgamation of other substances you didn't want to recognize. Dante appeared around the corner, brow furrowed. "Y/N, are you sick?" You shook your head, sighing. If there was ever a time to tell him, it was now. "I'm not sick, Dante...I'm pregnant." Dante's blue eyes widened; his mouth dropped open in shock. "Wh-really?And...and the dad...is me?" You nodded miserably, feeling another wave of vomit coming. Still awed, Dante rushed forward and held your hair back while you regurgitated all that was in your stomach. After you'd been cleaned up and all that, you seated him on the couch and gave it to him straight. "Yes, Dante, you're the dad. I'm pregnant with your kid." Dante was amazed and overjoyed, but something about your tone didn't sit right with him. "Why do you sound so mad? Do...do you not want a kid?" He looked hurt, and disappointed, as if raising a child was something he'd longed for his entire life. "I do want a child...but I'm just...worried.." Dante gently took your hand in his, kissed it, and asked, "About what?" Before you could stop yourself, you'd burst into tears.

"I'm just worried you'll leave me like Vergil left Nero!" You ended up blurring out, while sobbing into his chest. "I don't want that for our kid! I want you to stay with me and have a family!" Dante was silent for a while, gently rubbing circles into you back while you cried and told him all your worries. Eventually, he pulled away, but only so he could wipe away the tears in your eyes and kiss your cheeks. "I won't leave. I'm not that old asshole, Y/N, just cause we look the same doesn't mean we'll act the same. I want to raise a family with you. I really do." He reached down and rubbed your belly. "I can't wait for this kid to get here, he's gonna be a badass just like his old man!" You laughed, nestling into his shoulder. "How do you know it'll be a boy? What if it's a girl?" Dante shrugged in response. "Then she'll be badass, like her old man, and probably'll be as pretty as her momma." You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "I sure hope so..."

♡ Pregnancy care headcannons ♡

-Carries you everywhere, even if your destination is just across the room.

-Sets up a nursery like 8 months ahead of time, claiming that he needs all the time he can get to decorate it to "suit the baby's tastes".

-Throws a huge (alcohol free) party at DMC and uses it as an excuse to dramatically announce your pregnancy.

-Can't stop rubbing it in his brother's face, as until recently, a child was one of the few things Vergil had that Dante didn't.

-Cooks the weirdest dishes (like spaghetti with chocolate sauce and omlettes with rice in them) but that's okay cause you so happen to be craving these weird foods.

-CUDDLES AND HUGS 24/7!

-Seriously cannot wait for this kid to be born, he has so many plans.

[hellcatinnc]

Fluffruary Day 14 - My Love, My Life

(True Love)

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, romance, romantic fluff, marriage party, anniversary, pregnancy, love, true love

Word Count: 1,249

Feature: Dante Falzone x Fem! Reader

Theme: True Love

@fluffruaryprompts

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You knew the day you stood in that church, putting on your veil and getting ready to walk down the isle towards Dante. This was a day to remember forever, the biggest reason why is the fact you have always known since the day that you met him that this was true love. As the finishing touches go to your dress everything seems to stop and become steal. You finally have a moment to breathe to let everything in your mind and heart to flood through the last year now of being with Dante, moving in with him, getting engaged, and now married. You stand outside the doors now that are going to change your life forever. You are a moll and everyone knows the moll to capo is dangerous to mess with so part of you feels like being his moll protects you for life.

The doors open and the bridal melody starts playing. Everyone stands and looks back towards you. Your dress fitting your curves just the way you like you feel like the most beautiful woman today. As your father clasp his arm in yours, he walks you down the isle towards Dante. As you get closer not only can you see his genuine smile but his eyes laced with tears glistening in the lights. Nicola stands behind him and he is looking at Dante's smile today too. Its not hard for anyone to know him to know he is a sad boy most times and that sad boy in the last year has smiled more and more with you than he ever did before you. As you get to the alter your father hands you over to Dante, and he takes your hand to gently guide you to the alter where the vows will be said next.

The vows were sweet you remember that but yet you can't remember the exact words. All those memories still laced in your mind on your wedding day back. Now you are just standing in the garden its a bit chilly tonight when you feel Dante cloak his jacket over you as he wraps his arms around your waist. He whispers in your ear "Another beautiful morning in the garden with my darling wife." You can't help but smile, but he is right being his wife has been the best memories of your life as of yet. You sigh then respond to him as you look back at him "I love being your wife any morning, and every morning for the last year." He kissed your lips so softly before lacing his fingers between yours and walking you back inside. You married him a year ago, today is your anniversary and Nicola wanted to make a big deal about it so they are doing a party into the evening. In your heart you know although at the time the wedding was beautiful it comes no where close to the love in the last year spent with him.

You have decided to share at the party a bit of news and you had been deciding whether to share with Dante before or during that is until you notice one flicker of sadness in his eyes when gazing into them. You reach to his cheek and caress it "What is wrong my love?" It is all you could say but you never wanted to see him sad you have always been there to make him happy. He sighs before telling you "I was just thinking about how much my mom would have loved you." Your heart was warmed by his gesture but also understands why it is a sad moment undertone. He lost her at a young age you were sure that his life would have been different and he may have never met you if not. You have a long talk with him as you walk back to your room. Letting him know that you are sure she would have been so happy for him, there was obviously no room to mention anything that would hurt him more. You made the decision to try to up his spirits.

Soon as you two walk in the bedroom you turn to him as if trying to figure out how you want to start it. He notices your pause as he caresses your cheek before softly kissing your lips. "What is it my love?" His words echoing in your ears as you bite your bottom lip. "I want to tell you something now before the rest of the party knows tonight." You had his full attention as he perked up when he heard you. He takes your hand walks you over to the bed as he holds you close. "What is it?" You could tell with the shakiness in his voice he was surely scared and anxious to what you were going to say. Of the time you been with him you have always found when it comes to serious talks he always is afraid your going to abandon him. Abandonment issues is something Dante suffers with so you have to constantly tell him he is stuck with you, or you can't live with out him. It works for a little bit until he lets his mind get the best of him the next time around.

You smile at him hoping he is going to be happy with your news. "You're going to be a daddy!" You could tell when he gasped and went quiet it was his mind trying to wrap itself around what you just said. Dante does alot of thinking before he ever speaks out when something surprises him especially. He wants to make sure whatever he says that the words don't come off ill willed. He honestly is such a caring moment. As you watch and wait for a response you see a small smile curve up his mouth. His eyes meet yours and your heart wants to beat out of your chest. Its the way he looks at you like your souls are one, like true love has taken you to new heights. It is true you do need him in your life and without him you really don't want to be anywhere else. He leans in smiling now as he kisses you long and passionate. It was an amazing kiss that felt like he consumed you in before he broke away. "I'm so happy right now, I can't wait to start our family."

Later that evening at the party Dante wasted no time getting everyone's attention. For someone who isn't much of a extrovert he was so proud of the woman he had married a year ago as well as the baby you two were going to have. The room went dead quiet as he boasted about you and the baby like the rest of the world somehow didn't matter anymore. Every kind word, every romantic sentence was all about him expressing his love and adoration to you. Nicola congratulated us and hugged Dante tight. We had decided to let him know we had already planned on making him and Leo uncles to our baby. Your journey to get here wasn't always easy but as Dante holds your hand to his chest letting you feel his heart beat you knew everything was worth it to get here to this moment. He kissed you deeper and more passionate that every time before it. Your heart was happy, your life complete since you found the love of your life.

[fanficzone25]

Sephiroth x Reader

Pregnancy

It has been about 3 months since Y/n has had intercourse with Sephiroth. “I don’t feel good” Y/n says to herself as she contacts her doctor, “Hunny? You okay?” Sephiroth said with worry, “Doctor says I might be pregnant” Y/n tells , *Sephiroth looked concerned” A few hours later a pregnancy test was taken “SWEETHEART COME HERE” Y/N yelled across the house. *sephiroth comes rushing* “you okay love!?” *Y/n shows him the positive pregnancy test* “OH MY JENOVA YESS YES YES!” Sephiroth leaped with joy that his darling y/n wash having his child. Through out the pregnancy Sephiroth spoiled y/n, massages, bubble baths, helping build and paint the nursery. 9 months later it was time. “BABE MY WATER BROKE” Y/N yelled “Sephiroth rushed y/n to the hospital” 3 hours later. Y/n was fully dialated and ready to push “AAAAAA” y/n screamed and squeezed Sephiroths hand. After 2 long hours of pushing the first cry is heard “ It’s a boy” the doctor declared.

Oh how happy y/n and sephiroth are with their little boy they named Dante

The end

[writing-good-vibes]

brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: pregnancy (fluff)

ahh so this was a request (from @theteaset ) !! had to give this a think because i've never really considered pregnancy headcanons before, but i hope this is enjoyable for you all !! cut added because this got veryyy long. more notes in tags. this is mostly fluff but quick WARNING for mentions of smut, breeding (kink and literal i suppose), reluctance towards fatherhood in some cases and brief, non-explicit mentions of suicidal thoughts.

charles lee ray

well, well, well, all that spontaneous unprotected sex has finally caught up to you

that and his breeding kink, which he never intended to result in an actual baby

but boy is pregnancy with him a wild ride

kind of reluctant at first

he is not dad material

he doesn't even like kids

"this wouldn't just be any kid, this is our kid" you tell him "our baby"

really he just needs to overcome his own childhood issues and insecurities

really thinks he's gonna be a bad dad

but you convince him that you two are in it together, through everything

once he's done processing the news, he's actually pretty on board with the whole thing

if you thought he was protective before, this man becomes the fucking terminator

random man looks at you on the street? "hey, eyes to yourself pal, thats my wife you're looking at!"

(he says this whether you are married or not)

on the outside he tries to be the big alpha male who has claimed you as his mate

but on the inside he is so soft about it

still totally thinks this is a bad idea

also makes a lot of jokes about how you're stuck with him now that he's knocked you up

but is still scared you'll leave him

doesn't want to know the baby's sex, he wants it to be a surprise

does not know what to do when you have morning sickness or other symptoms

never knows what to do to help you other than dragging himself out of bed to sit next to you on the bathroom floor

when he thinks you're asleep he talks to your bump, telling it all the things he doesnt ever say out loud

jack dante

honestly?

he'd be the most reluctant on this list

it's not that he doesnt like (love?) you

but he has a lot of issues

like seriously

poster child for arrested development

but you win him round

tbh he's one of those "condoms make it feel less good" guys, so you should have expected this sooner or later

has a sort of detached curiosity about the workings of pregnancy

when you start to show he is pretty obsessed with watching how you change

secretly he is very scared about being a dad, "what do we, like, do with it once it's born?"

"we feed it and look after it and love it, jack, don't worry about it you'll know what to do"

goes on and on hoping the baby will be a boy (but he will be so soft if it they turn out to be a girl -- his little girl)

does not cope well with your morning sickness at all

surprisingly he is very grossed out by vomit so he can't do much but pat your hair and hope you cut it out soon

billy bibbit

you weren't trying for a baby technically, but you weren't tying to prevent it either

he's so goddamn excited !!

100% cries when you tell him

"i-i'm g-going to be a d-d-dad?"

finally things are coming up roses for our darling billy

wants a family with you more than anything

when the initial excitement has worn off though, he starts to panic

major insecurities start coming back

he hasn't had any suicidal thoughts in a long time but suddenly he's like

what if something happened to him and he can't be there for you and the baby??

takes you a long time to work through these worries with him

but you get there in the end

"billy, you are going to be the best dad in the world to our baby, there is not a doubt in my mind"

hates hospitals for obvious reasons but goes with you for every appointment

hates that he can't be more helpful when it comes to relieving sickness/discomfort

tries to be strong for you and you love him for it

but you do tell him that you're in it together, you want to support him as much as he supports you

loves helping you even when you don't really need it

talks to your bump all the time

(and gives little kisses)

and you don't mention it because you don't want to make him self conscious, but his stutter gets much better when he talks to the bump

because he's so at ease with your baby already

tells you a hundred times a day how beautiful he thinks you are

(which makes you feel so much more confident as your body starts to change)

sheriff brackett

you both tried to be careful, you really did, but accidents happen

he's very happy

over the moon

but he's also freaking out on the inside

he's already a dad, been there done that

thinks he's too old to have a new baby

you are more than capable of convincing him otherwise

when it becomes clear that you're also excited about the pregnancy, he definitely finds it easier to let go of his worries

he's been through the pregnancy thing before so he knows the protocol

goes into Proud Dad mode at every appointment

(and he does go to every appointment with you)

tries to reign in his own protectiveness because he doesn't want to take your independence away but because you're pregnant

doesnt mind whether you find out the sex of the baby or not

sticks diligently to the 12 week rule, does not want to tell anyone your news too early

very helpful with morning sickness etc.

buys you all these supplements and ginger and whatever else they say will help with the nausea

rubs your feet if you get swelling

he lives for domesticity

so cosy nights in front of the tv with you, his hand on your bump, are perfect

keeps a picture of your ultrasound scan in his wallet

(and shows it off to anyone who will look)

grima wormtongue

he's reluctant

his breeding kink finally caught up to you both and now you must face the consequences

pregnancy and childbirth is a very scary thing when all you've got is some herbs and a stick to bite down on

another one you have to win round to the idea

you immediately have to get married because you can't have a baby out of wedlock (damn these courtly traditions)

he's secretly just happy that you're excited to be having his baby

has never been a fan of children

but the thought of his child inside you hits different

totally thinks he'll be a terrible father but you tell him if he can protect your child as well as he can micro-manage Rohan then the kid is going to turn out fine

gets very protective of you

likes holding your stomach even before you start showing

tries to get all authoritative on you but since when did you take any notice of his orders

he's definitely dreading the birth

but until then he tries to help as much as possible, rubbing your feet if they swell, keeping your hair back when you're sick

doc cochran

like sheriff brackett, he thinks he's far to old to be having children

(and we know he has issues with commitment because the civil war really messed him up)

but it's never to late to start a family and you tell doc this

you love him more than anything and there's no one you'd rather have as the father of your child

you know your baby is set for life with doc as a father

he worries exponentially about you for the whole pregnancy

he tends to pregnant women all the time and most of them are completely fine

but he knows the risks

all of them

and he doesn't think he could bear it if anything happened to you or the baby

you both agree not to tell anyone your news until everything seems okay with the pregnancy

(except for al swearengen, who doc convinces you should know so he can look out for you)

makes sure you eat plenty and get all those nutrients

there is one upside (well there are many, but one in particular) of being with the town doctor, at least he's still the only one who gets to poke around down there

he knows every trick in the book to make you as comfortable as possible

throughout pretty much your whole pregnancy you barely feel ill with morning sickness etc.

he totally does that thing where someone holds the weight of your bump for you for a while to take the strain off your back

there's no real way to tell if the baby will be a boy or a girl, but he will love them more than anything regardless

if you're not already married, you decide that it's the right time (even if everyone thinks you're only doing it because you're with child)

when he talks to your bump he usually talks about his work

which you sometimes think is morbid but as the baby can't understand anyway, you're just happy it will get to listen to doc's voice so much

tommy ludlow

you finally got hitched and moved into a nicer apartment

it wasn't long till you got pregnant

a planned pregnancy !!

he's so happy when you finally show him the positive pregnancy test

many, many nights cuddling on the sofa in front on the tv

his hand constantly resting on your belly

when your bump grows he is obsessed with it

talks to the baby all the time

plays music for them

there is constantly a record playing now

and you love that he's found a way to bond with your unborn child already

drives you everywhere now because he doesn't want you walking around Hell's Kitchen on your own

you both chose not to find out if it's a boy or a girl, it's pretty unreliable anyway in the 70s

he tries to come to as many appointments with you as possible

you both spend your free time decorating the nursery

you wear those classic 70s pregnancy overalls

he's very comforting if you experience morning sickness

no matter how long he's been working that day he will be up to help you through any and all ailments that come with pregnancy

you both scrimp and save every penny to put towards the baby

leo nova

never thought he would be a dad so is fairly reluctant when you tell him

but the idea grows on him very quickly

trophy wife and a new baby? couldn't ask for much more to top off his drug empire with, could he

(secretly worried he wont be able to protect you and the baby though)

gets paranoid that something will happen to you so ups his diligence on security

does he quit doing so much coke? maybe he cuts down, maybe not

buys one of those high end thousand dollar prams

spends so much money on you and the baby

honestly thinks the ins and outs of pregnancy (morning sickness, appointments, prenatal classes) are none of his business

but you convince him now and then to join you saying he'll have to get used to it because you're not looking after this baby alone

loves showing you off in public

with your quickly growing belly, everyone is going to know that you're his

tucker cleveland

didn't think he'd be doing the whole marriage and kids thing

especially after his divorce

so his reaction is pretty noncommittal when you tell him you're pregnant

even when you hand him the positive test

you think he's being an asshole about it

but really it just takes him time to process what you've told him

he has a lot of unprocessed vietnam trauma that fuels his life, which he realises he'll have to try and work through for the sake of starting a family

once he confronts his real problem, he settled into being a family man pretty easily

pretends to be bored when you both go shopping for baby things but really he's bursting with excitement

does all the DIY for the nursery himself

wants to know the sex of the baby so he knows who he's talking to in there

is very unhelpful with morning sickness because he just makes jokes about it

but in all fairness he sits with you and holds your hair back whilst making the jokes

like charles, he works out some of his issues and trauma by talking to your bump whilst he thinks you're asleep

has a picture of the ultrasound scan in his wallet so that when he's out on jobs he can look at it and remember what he's doing it all for

the baby gives him a new lease in life

something new to live for instead of seeking vengeance for his old comrades

[daemongal]

It comes into my mind right after I read your post. May I ask for: Dante's s/o wakes Dante up in the middle of night to say she is horny and she wants to do it. But she is pregnant so he has to extremely careful 😚

Hey anon! So I may have been feeling super soft while writing this because this is just so sweet and precious that I couldn’t help myself. This is definitely written more tender than horny but I hope it still waters your crops, so to speak :3 I also wrote it as a reader insert so I hope that’s ok!

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Dante stirred as he felt movement coming from the other side of the bed, turning and opening one eye. He saw you slowly trudging to the door, arm wrapped around your swollen stomach.

“Mmm, everything okay babe?” His voice was thick with tiredness, but his concern for you took priority.

“Yeah, just seems like your daughter is quite fond of my bladder, and interrupting good dreams.” Dante raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, you’ll have to fill me in when you come back.” You snorted lightly through your nose as you left the room. Dante rolled onto his back, placing his hands behind his head as he stared up to the ceiling. “Good dream, huh.” he muttered out loud. He had an idea what you meant by that and it wouldn’t surprise him if your dreams were funky considering how he’d been neglecting you somewhat.

You were a goddess to him, the beautiful woman carrying his child, but as your stomach grew bigger he became more and more careful around you, more conscious and aware of his own strength, too afraid to lay his hands on you in fear of hurting you. He knows he should have said something to you sooner, but you seemed content enough with just being held in his arms on a night.

He smiled as you came back into the bedroom, closing the door and taking back your place beside him. You maneuvered yourself so you were comfortable on your side as Dante shuffled up to spoon you from behind. You sighed as he wrapped his arm around your waist, gently stroking your belly.

“So..?” Dante enquired.

“Hmm?”

“The dream. You were gonna fill me in?” You shuffled your body at his words, gently pressing yourself back against him.

“Well, I can’t remember it that well now.”

“Hmm, shame.” He nuzzled his face into the back of your neck, placing gentle kisses around your hairline. You sighed, twisting to guide his lips around the side of your neck and to your jawline. 

You pushed your rear back against him, wiggling your hips until you started to feel a familiar hardness pressing against you. You entwined your fingers with his against your stomach as you turned your face to catch his lips in a soft kiss.

“Dante, could we… it’s ok if you don’t want to though. I know I’ve gotten fat and all so I get that you’re not as interested but I’ve miss-” your words were cut off by his lips pressing against yours heavily as he propped himself up on his arm, other fingers leaving yours to cup your cheek instead.

He lifted from the kiss, your cheeks flushed as his eyes bore into yours.

“Don’t you be thinking for one minute that the reason I’ve been leaving you alone is because ‘you’ve gotten fat’. I’ve wanted to do nothing more than make love to you to show you just what you’ve been doing to me this past month, walking around with our child growing inside you. I’ve been… so scared of hurting you both that I didn’t want to take any risks. This,” his hand moved back to your stomach, stroking your bump gently as you averted his gaze, “and you, are the most important things to me, and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I ruined that.”

You lifted his hand from you, bringing it up to nuzzle it against your face before kissing the backs of his fingers, fighting back tears you could feel welling in your eyes and swallowing the burning sensation in your throat.

“Silly demon. I know you’d never hurt us, and I’m sure you do too, deep down.” You resumed the movement of your hips, familiar throbbing returning between your legs as his hard length rubbed up against you. His lips pressed against your shoulder as he placed kisses on every patch of skin within his reach before twisting your face up to his with gentle fingers on your chin.

You melted into the kiss, lips moving against his soft ones, slight bristle tickling your face, mouth opening to accept his tongue as he explored your mouth passionately. You both groaned against each others lips as he began moving his hips to meet yours, amplifying the pressure on your core.

He hooked his other arm under your neck before laying flat again, pressing his chest against your back in a tight embrace. You gripped the hand by your face as his other fingers trailed back down your body, gasping as they rubbed against your wet lips, teasingly circling your clit before dipping into your core, gently pumping and curling to drag against your walls.

Your body twitched as he pressed against your sensitive spot, moaning against his arm as his cock twitched against your rear eagerly.

“Please Dante. I want you.” You spoke, voice barely a whisper. He smiled against your skin, placing kisses along your back, reaching to pump himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance wordlessly. There was a time and place for his witty teasing quips, but tonight wasn’t one of them.

He pushed his hips forward slightly, pushing in by only a few inches, taking his time as he felt your body tense and relax with each shallow thrust. You gave his hand a supportive squeeze as he slowly seated himself fully in you. He breathed out heavily against your skin as he felt you sigh, your body melting into his hold.

“I’ve missed you… so much.”

“I’m sorry, babe.” He pulled his hips back slowly before gently pushing them forward again, soaking in every little movement of your muscles, speaking softly in between long thrusts. “I promise… I’ll make it up… to you.”

He settled into a gentle rhythm, focussing on feeling of your walls squeezing him tightly with each thrust as you gasped quietly against him. 

He wrapped both arms around you, keeping you in a tight embrace making sure to not jolt you too much with his hips. You gripped his skin tightly as you moaned with his movements, gyrating your hips slightly with each thrust, taking him in as deep as you could. The coil in your stomach slowly built as your body started to tense.

Sensing you were close, Dante seated himself fully in you, moving in shallow but deep thrusts, hand reaching to grip onto your hip holding you in place as he moved as roughly as he dared, being mindful not to shake your body.

“I love you,” he whispered into your ear, “you’re beautiful, amazing and so damn strong.” You let out a few broken moans as his hand dipped to circle your clit, pushing you over the edge as you arched yourself into his hold, body jerking against his as you rode the warm waves of pleasure flowing through your whole body.

Dante followed moments after, groaning into your ear as his hips jerked out of rhythm, a warmth filling you before his body went limp, arms draped comfortably around your waist and against your thigh.

You reached around and grabbed his hip, holding him in place before he could pull out.

“Could you just… stay there? It’s… nice…” Dante smiled, rubbing his nose into the back of your hair.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Your hand slipped from his hip as your breaths evened out, sleep overtaking you almost instantly. Dante wrapped you back into his arms, sighing contently, breathing in your scent.

“G’night my two badass ladies.”

*****

Thank you for the ask and now I’ve made myself all soft dammit. How dare I have the feels D:

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[bowandcurtsey]

Aine’s little Black Clover map! ☘

NSFW are all under the cut with warnings before them! Minors please dni. 

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✴ Updated:  20 MAY 2023 ✴

Main Map

500 Event!

The Captains & King

Yami Sukehiro

Nozel Silva 

Fuegoleon Vermillion 

William Vangeance

Julius Novachrono

Jack The Ripper

Rill Boismortier

 Dorothy Unsworth 

Child with late s/o's magic

Moment with s/o before they head on stage

Her past and the captain’s reaction

Charlotte Roselei

Moaning in their ears and walking away

The Bulls

The bulls when they found out Asta loves sister lily

Bulls turn into kids   Pt 2   Pt 3

Zora Ideale

Asta 

Liebe

Celebrating mother’s day with Richita

s/o asks if they can hug him

Jealous hcs

Multi Universe: Asta x reader x liebe Part 2

Liebe comes to the real world

crush falling asleep on him

s/o kissing them on the cheeks after a mission

Cuddling HCs

Fluffy one shot with s/o ft. Asta

Comforting s/o during panic attack

Comforting s/o as she paints dead bestie

1700 event: roommate AU

Gauche Adlai 

Smut HCs

Getting Pegged 

Holding hands in crowd

Finral Roulacase

Smut HCs

s/o waking up in a weird position

Crush getting injured

Finral Dad HCs

Holding hands in crowd

Jealous hcs

Trying pregnancy simulator

s/o that gets cold easily

Henry Legolant

Pregnant s/o

s/o describing the outside to him (text)

s/o asks if they can hug him

Meeting s/o

rs hcs

Drunk adrien 

Nacht Faust 

Magna Swing

Holding hands in crowd

NSFW scenario

s/o that gets cold easily

With tall gn! reader

Drunk adrien 

Luck Voltia 

Falling in love with yami’s sister

Easter egg hunting

Elfs

Patry (elf)

Smut HC

Modern Day AU (rivals to lovers) 

Relationship HCs

s/o running fingers through their hair while they slept

Cuddling HCs 

s/o waking up in a weird position

Crush getting injured 

Crush HC

Trying pregnancy simulator

s/o asking for hug

When they did something wrong

Crushing on boss’ daughter / sister

Licht (elf)

Smut HC

Flirty s/o | Part 2 

Relationship HCs

Angst to smut 

s/o asking for hug

No nut Nov with s/o

When they did something wrong

Child carrying their item saying 'dada'

Badly injured s/o

1700 event: imprinting au

Crimson Lion

Mereoleona Vermillion

Playing cards against humanity

Getting s/o’s attention

Fluff HC 

Gn! reader crush on Mereo ft. Fue

Siblings fluff (Mereo comes home on xmas eve)

s/o complimenting their ass

Proposing to s/o

Crush confesses to her

Leopold Vermillion

Bedtime fluff

Announcing rs to siblings 

Crush getting injured

Holding hands in crowd

Jealous hcs

First Date 

Siblings fluff (Mereo comes home on xmas eve)

Golden Dawn

Yuno Grinberryall

Langris Vaude 

Protective HCs

Worried for s/o on long mission (text)

Uncle Langris HC

Falling in love with other squad! reader

Crushing on boss’ daughter / sister

Falling in love with commoner | Part 2 

Jealous s/o

Stargazing with s/o

Green Mantis 

En ringard

Crush confessing to him

Silver Eagles

Solid Silva 

Reaction to Noelle in coma

Confessing to his crush

s/o has an overprotective brother

Nebra Silva 

Reaction to Noelle in coma

Others

Mars (diamond kingdom)

Relationship HCs

s/o waking up in a weird position

Crush getting injured 

Badly injured s/o

Zenon Zogratis (Dark Triad)

Possessive Zenon NSFW

Falling in love one-shot

Kid asking for 2nd child

s/o that is very strong 

s/o returns after 2 years with their child

When s/o drops towel in front of them, tiktok style

Cuddling HCs

Protecting injured reader

Seeing you in their clothes the morning after

Domestic hcs

When y/n has a bad day

Someone calling y/n with their last name for the first time

Dante Zogratis (Dark Triad)

Cuddling HCs

Lumiere Silvamillion Clover 

Being confessed to (text)

Rades Spirito 

With undead s/o

Adrammelech (Devil)

Relationship HCs

Marx Francois

Child carrying their item saying 'dada'

Niege 

First Kiss on a winter day

Morgen Faust 

1700 event: Modern bookstore au

1700 event: Dungeons and Dragons au

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rpf, necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, daddy/little play, age play, spitting, kitten, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, alpha/omega, domestic violence, kid fics, male!character x male!oc, i hate the word ‘doll’ as a pet name so i avoid it like the plague.

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smut (refer to the above list when it comes to this), fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to a certain degree), blood play, knife play, some bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, capture x captive, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, step siblings, supernatural, villainary, choking, mommy/daddy kink (to an extent).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

marvel ↷

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, marc spector, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, peter parker (all variants), yelena belova, joaquin torres, doctor strange, wade wilson, carol danvers, eddie brock, scott lang, hope van dyne, kate bishop, hela, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, steve rogers, kraven, cable, druig, makkari, thena, blade

dc universe ↷

dinah lance/black canary, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, harley quinn, adrian chase, pattinson!bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler

top gun: maverick ↷

jake 'hangman' seresin, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace, beau 'cyclone' simpson, reuben 'payback' fitch

star wars ↷

poe dameron, finn, kylo ren/ben solo, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, young!han solo

scream ↷

ethan landry, stu macher, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, tara carpenter

bridgerton ↷

anthony bridgerton, colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, kate sharma, simon basset, phillip crane

house of the dragon ↷

ser harwin strong, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen

american horror story ↷

cordelia goode, tristan duffy, michael langdon, harry gardner, madison montgomery, kit walker, xavier plympton, ally mayfair-richards

etc shows ↷

villanelle, lip gallagher, tommy miller, carmy berzatto, luca (the bear), kate parks, daisy jones, billy dunne, warren rhodes, geralt of rivia, love quinn, max wolfe, olivia benson, roman godfrey, dream the endless, lucifer (sandman), jonathan pine, mira phillips, the salesman (squid game), hwang jun ho (squid game), kim geon-woo (bloodhounds)

movies ↷

john wick, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, han lue, cipher, walter de ville, tangerine, dave lizewski, thomas sharpe, james conrad, neil (tenet), edward cullen, millie / molotovgirl, dante reyes, thrandull, steve kemp, charlie swan, marquis vincent de gramont, keys (free guy), akira (john wick), beverly marsh (it two), ben hanscom (it two), keith (barbarian), frank (don't worry darling)

adam driver ↷

kylo ren/ben solo, adam sackler, flip zimmerman, phillip altman, charlie barber, henry mchenry, commander mills, rick smolan, officer ronnie peterson, matt the radar technician, clyde logan, paterson, jude

oscar isaac ↷

santiago garcia, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, william tell, blue jones, rydel keener

pedro pascal ↷

din djarin, javier peña, frankie morales, javi gutierrez, joel miller, dieter bravo

chris evans ↷

ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, andy barber, ari levinson, frank adler, steve rogers, jake wyler