#dante zogratis x reader

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➜ ZOGRATIS SIBLINGS AS TYPICAL COLLEGE STUDENTS WHO HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU

I gave up on Dante’s part oops sorry.. anyways, this was really cute and fun to write <3

WARNINGS: SFW + GENDER NEUTRAL READER + MODERN AU + HEADCANONS

CHARACTERS: Dante Zogratis + Vanica Zogratis + Zenon Zogratis + Lucius Zogratis (only mentioned)

Out of all his siblings, you'd never have expected him to have a crush on you. Zenon stands as the least popular among his siblings—well, he's still popular, but just a notch below the rest, you know? This is largely due to his tendency to avoid interactions with others. Overall, Zenon remains the same, even as a typical college student—quiet, intimidating, and stoic. He often gives off the impression that he'd rather be anywhere else, and at times, it seems like he simply hates everyone around him.

You, however, are the exception to Zenon's usual demeanor. Despite his typical aloofness, you hold a special place in his gaze. Always seated at the back of the class where he can remain unseen, Zenon steals glances at you discreetly, ensuring no one catches on to his actions. Even if you were to sit beside him instead of somewhere at the front of the class, he'd still manage to steal glances at you without anyone, including yourself, noticing. Zenon's ability to remain covert in his admiration for you is uncanny—he may even attend class solely because you're there.

Zenon's gentlemanly demeanor is reserved exclusively for you. Whether it's holding doors open for you, carrying your belongings, or coming to your defense, he goes above and beyond to ensure your comfort and safety. However, there's a quirk to his chivalry—oftentimes, he'll open the door for you and let it slam shut on the person behind you, ignoring the glares and comments that follow. In Zenon's eyes, your well-being outweighs any inconvenience to others.

The only ones who ever catch onto Zenon's crush on you are his siblings, with Lucius being the first to notice. Dante and Vanica catch on a bit later. Once the whole group is aware, the teasing becomes endless and is followed almost everywhere by none other than Vanica and Dante themselves. Lucius joins in with some teasing but acts more as Zenon's hypeman. Whenever the three are present while you and Zenon are together, Zenon notices Dante and Vanica exchanging smirks and mischievous glances, which makes him want to roll his eyes at their nosiness. He suggests that you both go elsewhere, not wanting to alarm you by mentioning his siblings watchful eyes. As he leaves the area with you, he spots Lucius in the crowd, wearing a smug smirk, clearly being nosey too, adding to Zenon's frustration.

Zenon's way of expressing his interest is through subtle gestures that might go unnoticed unless you're paying very close attention. If you happen to get glasses, squint, and observe his actions with keen eyes, you might start to piece together his crush on you. However, on the surface, you might just think he's being nice and considers you a close friend. Some of these subtle gestures include leaving helpful notes to assist you with studying, leaving thoughtful bookmarks in your locker or textbooks, and bringing up topics he knows you're passionate about.

ﾟ｡ ₍ ꙳⸌ ♡ CONFESSION TIME ♡⸍ ꙳ ₎ ｡ﾟ

It's a serene afternoon, the gentle sunlight filtering through the library windows as you gather your things. The study session with Zenon has come to an end, and as you glance at him briefly, you notice that he seems lost in thought.

"Are you okay?" you ask, breaking the quietude.

Zenon snaps out of his reverie, his gaze meeting yours. If you just squinted just a bit, you would’ve notice how his normally stoic eyes seem to soften at the sight of you.

"I'm okay," he responds, his voice calm but perhaps carrying a hint of something more beneath the surface. You give Zenon a small nod, trusting that he's being truthful about being okay.

Just as you're about to slide your textbook into your backpack, Zenon's voice pierces through the tranquil atmosphere. "I have something to tell you."

Zenon's gaze locks onto yours, the intensity in his eyes palpable as he holds a strong and unwavering eye contact. There's no doubt now—whatever he has to say is significant. The room feels charged with an intensity you can't quite put into words. It's as if the air has shifted, and you can feel a nervous energy creeping up your spine. Something important is about to happen, and the anticipation leaves you on edge, your heart beating a little faster in your chest.

“I’m listening,” you say hesitantly.

Zenon inhales deeply, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he gathers his thoughts, steeling himself for what he's about to say. Despite the rapid thud of his heart against his chest, he's determined to be straightforward and direct. With a steadying breath, he opens his eyes, meeting yours with unwavering resolve.

"I like you," he declares, his voice steady and confident. Each word is enunciated with deliberate care, ensuring that you hear him loud and clear. In this moment, there's no room for ambiguity or hesitation—Zenon is making his feelings known with absolute clarity.

As Zenon's confession hangs in the air, it's now your turn to speak. Your heart races in your chest, the moment feeling almost surreal. It's just the two of you in the library, the sunlight filtering through the windows at a perfect angle, casting a warm glow around you both. It's a scene straight out of a cheesy romance movie, and yet, here you are, faced with a real-life confession. Now it's your turn to respond, and the gravity of the decision weighs heavily on your mind.

Will you accept the confession of a stoic heart that's clearly deeply in love with you? Or will you play the role of the oblivious friend?

Vanica holds second place for the most popular Zogratis sibling. Wherever she goes, she becomes the vibrant center of attention, known for her enthusiastic nature and fearless personality. Despite her picky and selective demeanor when it comes to choosing friends, she's always surrounded by a circle of admirers and companions. So if this lively girl has a crush on you, it must mean you’re reeeaaalll special.

With Vanica, it's like being under a constant spotlight, her gaze fixed on you like you're the most precious gem in existence—a gem that she deserves to be the guardian of. You could be going about your day, engrossed in your work, when you suddenly feel the weight of someone's stare. You turn your head and see Vanica's eyes locked on you with an intensity that's almost unnerving. If anyone calls her out on her staring, she'll respond with a fierce scowl and a sharp retort, firmly asserting that it's none of their business.

Vanica shares some similarities with Zenon in the gentlemanly department—or should I say gentlewomanly? However, there's a twist to her approach. Instead of personally assisting you with tasks like carrying your belongings, holding doors, or helping you study, she leaves these duties to her friends, treating them almost like her personal assistants. For instance, if you need help carrying your heavy backpack, she'll eagerly snatch it away from you and assign one of her friends to carry it. If you mention needing to study, she'll dismiss the idea entirely—no need to study when she and her friends can just help you cheat! And if your hands are full and you can't open a door, fear not—Vanica will simply command another one of her friends to open it for you. Yes, she can be bossy with her friends, but it’s all in the name of ensuring your comfort and convenience.

Vanica would absolutely love it if you met her siblings—all three of them! So, don't be too surprised if you're just chilling in the field, minding your own business, and suddenly Vanica enthusiastically shows up with Lucius, Dante, and Zenon in tow to introduce you to them. Lucius maintains an amused but calm expression throughout the encounter, always polite and composed. Dante, on the other hand, wears a mysterious smirk that hints at hidden knowledge, but he remains friendly toward you. Meanwhile, Zenon appears utterly bored, his demeanor dry and uninterested. It's natural to feel a bit intimidated in their presence, but rest assured—Vanica will make sure her brothers play nice with you!

It doesn't take a keen eye for anyone to notice Vanica's unmistakable obsession with you—everyone knows, including yourself. She goes to great lengths to keep tabs on you, often sending a couple of her friends to discreetly stalk you during lectures. They'll message her updates and send photos of what you're doing, with Dante possibly being in on this as well. In the end, there's no denying it—everyone is well aware of Vanica's infatuation with you.

ﾟ｡ ₍ ꙳⸌ ♡ CONFESSION TIME ♡⸍ ꙳ ₎ ｡ﾟ

Alone in the dimly lit hallway, frustration mounts as the vending machine stubbornly refuses to dispense the water bottle you desperately need after a long day of classes. You scowl at the machine, wondering why this inconvenience seems to happen to you of all people.

The thought crosses your mind that you've heard more people die from vending machines than from sharks—was it true? Well, you're about to find out. Steeling yourself, you prepare to give the machine a good kick, risking life and limb for that elusive water bottle you crave. Just as you're about to deliver the kick, a sudden voice startles you from behind, causing you to jump.

"Having trouble there, sweetheart?" The voice is unmistakably Vanica's, laced with amusement and a hint of mischief.

Whipping around, you come face-to-face with Vanica, standing there with a playful smirk, her eyes glinting with amusement at your startled expression.

"Vanica!" you exclaim, your heart still racing from the unexpected encounter. "What are you doing here?"

She chuckles, stepping closer with a twinkle in her eyes. "I’ve been here, cutie. Here, let me help you." Without waiting for your response, she confidently presses a few buttons on the vending machine. And just like that, almost as if she was the chosen one, the vending machine miraculously springs back to life. The sound of the bottle dropping into the dispenser echoes in the hallway as Vanica retrieves it for you.

With a teasing smile, she holds the water bottle out towards you, a playful glint in her eyes. But just as you reach out to take it, she swiftly pulls it back with a mischievous grin on her face, her playful demeanor evident. It seems Vanica has other plans in mind, enjoying the moment of suspense as she holds the water bottle just out of your reach.

"Ah, ah, ah," she taunts, her voice laced with amusement. "What’s the magic word, darling?” she teases, wiggling the water bottle enticingly. "Or perhaps," she adds, leaning in closer, "there's another way you can convince me to give you what you want." Her gaze holds a challenge.

You narrow your eyes at her, both in suspicion and annoyance. Whatever she had in mind, it sounded sketchy. A part of you knew where she was going with this, but you could never be too sure. Especially with someone as unpredictable as her.

You sigh, placing a hand on your hip and tilting your head at her, “well, what is it?”

Closing the distance between you, Vanica leans in even closer, her presence practically enveloping you. If she wasn't close enough before, she's certainly close enough now.

"Be mine," she says, her voice carrying a mix of affection and intensity. You can feel a small blush creeping onto your cheeks, the proximity of her deep red eyes gazing into yours both lovingly and intensely. In that moment, it almost feels like she's not asking you to be hers, but rather declaring that you already belong to her.

It's decision time, and the choice is yours.

Do you deny both the chance to experience the chaotic yet exhilarating journey of being in a relationship with Vanica and the simple pleasure of quenching your thirst with the water bottle? Or do you open your heart to her, allowing her into your life while also satisfying your immediate need for refreshment?

As the charismatic and charming type, Dante is the epitome of popularity. He effortlessly navigates through various social circles, known for his charm, confidence, and even leadership roles in student organizations. Every girl wants him, and every guy wants to emulate his charisma and charm. This means he's never really had to chase after women—instead, they chase after him. Once he senses they've fallen hard, he confidently makes his move, to which they eagerly accept. However, the reality is often different—his approach ends up being more of a game, leaving them played and disappointed. So, for him to genuinely have a crush on someone is a literal shocker.

Despite the numerous admirers vying for his attention, Dante's eyes remain solely fixed on you whenever you're in the same vicinity. Whether you're in the lecture hall or the campus cafe, his gaze is unwavering, intense, yet oddly inviting. Amidst the chatter and laughter of those around you, it's as if you're the only two people in the room. Sometimes, just to mess with you, Dante winks at you from afar, even if other people are around, causing you to blush. The man truly has no shame.

A true gentleman through and through, Dante embodies chivalry in its finest form. He'll hold doors open for you with a polite smile, offer to carry your books without a second thought, and always be attentive to your needs.

In Dante’s world, where he’s used to being the one pursued, his interest in you speaks volumes about the depth of his feelings.

ﾟ｡ ₍ ꙳⸌ ♡ CONFESSION TIME ♡⸍ ꙳ ₎ ｡ﾟ

As you organize your locker, a nagging sensation of being watched persists, causing you to glance over your shoulder multiple times, feeling a bit paranoid. Shaking off the unease, you focus on arranging your belongings until a subtle clearing of the throat catches your attention from the left. Startled, you realize that your open locker had been obstructing your view, concealing someone who had been waiting patiently behind it. With a quick closing of the locker door, you come face to face with the one and only—Dante!

"Oh, hey—" you begin, but before you can finish your sentence, a bouquet of roses is suddenly shoved in your face, catching you completely off guard.

The vibrant colors and sweet fragrance momentarily stun you, causing everything to click into place. Suddenly, it all makes sense—the feeling of being watched while organizing your locker, the eyes seemingly locked on you. As you gaze at the roses, it dawns on you that they must be the reason for the attention. Everything seems to fall into place, like pieces of a puzzle coming together, and you find yourself understanding why all eyes were on you earlier. You hesitantly take the roses.

"I hope you find the roses to your liking," he begins, his voice smooth as silk. "They pale in comparison to your beauty, but I couldn't resist the opportunity to express my admiration for you." He meets your gaze with unwavering sincerity, a faint smile playing on his lips. "If you'd allow me, I would be honored to accompany you to dinner this evening, where I can properly convey the depth of my feelings.” His tone had a hint of seductiveness to it.

Dante's confession leaves you utterly speechless, the bouquet of roses still in your hands as the weight of his words sinks in. In the midst of processing his unexpected declaration, you fail to notice the gathering crowd that has formed around you and Dante. He's put you on the spot, and all eyes are on the two of you. Although he was simply confessing his feelings to you, it felt like a life-or-death situation. You had no option, really—he wasn’t giving you one. You’re the first one he’s bothering to actually chase for, there’s no way he’s letting you go—so what other way than to corner you in a crowd of people? You’re the first one he’s bothering to actually chase for, there’s no way he’s letting you go—so what other way than to corner you in a crowd of people? Trust, it’s in your best interest to accept his feelings for you.

Either you reciprocate his feelings or you destroy your life by declining them.

[lunargrapejuice]

for me

dante zogratis x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ | MINORS DNI, face sitting, overstimulation, dante’s a cocky bastard, probably some spelling errors

repost from my old blog <3 also please im so sorry for finding him so damn hot fjfkfjfl

“baby, what’s wrong?” dante asks, closing the distance you had put between you when he entered your bedroom. “are you mad at me?” he asks in a teasing tone, lifting your chin up so he can look you in the eye, oh how he loves your sparkling e/c eyes.

you huff in clear displeasure, averting your gaze from his menacing smile and the twinkle in his emerald eyes. of course you were mad, he had been acting like a jerk all day. and now here he was, laying on the charm in hopes of your forgiveness and you hate to admit, it’s slightly working.

roughly his thumb runs across your bottom lip. “don’t be like that baby,” his finger under your chin pulls up even more. “i hate when you’re mad at me, you know that.”

you slap his hand away, not missing the shit eating grin on his lips as you turn around and retreat to the bed. he follows at your heels, reaching out for your hand but you pull it away. you sit on the edge of the bed, ignoring dante in order to take off your boots. he grabs your wrist and holds on tightly so you can’t pull away, leaning down to place a kiss on your soft skin.

he knew how to break down your walls, he could sweet talk you into forgiving him when he was being charming enough and you loved the attention. but tonight it wasn’t enough to make up for it.

still holding onto your wrist he lowers onto one knee between your legs. his devilish eyes peek through black lashes, his hold on your wrist softening and moving to open your hand so he can kiss the inside of your palm before letting go.

his hands run down your leg and your glare deepens, but you don’t pull away or protest. he unzips your boots and slowly slides them off your feet, tossing them to the side. his expression is almost innocent when he straightens his back and leans forward for a kiss.

you scoot back quickly, gripping onto the mattress for support and plant your foot firmly on his chest, stopping his lips only inches from yours. “i’m not forgiving you that easily.”

“what can i do to make up for it princess, hm?” he moves forward despite your attempt to stop him, pushing your knee into your chest.

you actually put some effort into stopping him, just before your lips touch. it’s you who has the menacing smirk now. “lay on the bed.”

he watches with hungry eyes as you undress, his hardening cock becoming more apparent by every piece of clothing you took off. dante may be a devil but even he couldn’t help but worship something this heavenly.

shamelessly he reaches up to grab your ass as you crawl over him but you swat it away. “don’t. i’m still mad at you.”

“you don’t look that mad to me.”

you sit up on your knees, grabbing onto the headboard for support as you move over his shoulders so your pussy is hovering over his face.

“shut up,” you say with not as much anger behind it as you had hoped. strong hands grab onto your thighs from behind, pulling your pretty cunt into his drooling mouth with force. “and don’t you enjoy this, it’s only for me.”

you can feel him smirk into your folds before plunging his tongue into your tight hole. oh, he would enjoy this quite a bit but he’ll pretend like he won’t, just for you.

your grip on the headboard has only tightened, your bare chest and hard nipples pressed against the cold wood as he eats your pussy like a man starved. loud and lewdly he laps at your folds, using his hands warped around your legs he rocks you back and forth on his fiery tongue.

he groans at the taste of you, as if you’re his favorite treat that he just couldn’t get enough of. and that was true enough, you were intoxicating and delicious; he couldn’t fathom growing bored of you.

you let out a choked cry of his name when he sucks on your clit, nibbling lightly with his teeth. he can feel your thighs tighten around his head when he does and it makes his cock twitch. he loved being smothered by a nice pair of thighs.

strong and impatient hands pull you down further into his face, your clit grazing against the ridge of his nose as you move back and forth, so close to your release.

he absolutely is a devil, you’re convinced of that everytime he drives this hard of an orgasm out of you with his tongue alone. having your tight walls clench around the tip of tongue as he drinks up your juices, the moans coming from your lips only driving him more feral and you seeing nothing but stars.

he never stops there, no. that wouldn’t be his style. he doesn’t let you come down even for a moment before he resumes his previous pace, already starting to build up the heat in your stomach once more.

he lifts you off his lips only to say. “this ones for me.”

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TW: too much fluff, I love cuddling so much.

Zenon Zogratis

Zenon is big on cuddling sessions, he loves the quiet moments when you're in his arms, fingers absentmindedly running along his smooth skin, tracing some of his scars here and there.

You both enjoy each other's company in silence, just the sound of your heartbeat beating simultaneously, reminding you that all of this is real.

He loves the look of you fitting so perfectly in his arms, body fitting together like a perfect puzzle piece.

The smell of your shampoo lingering in his nostrils, his fingers would unknowingly run through your hair.

This piece of memory and image would be in his mind and would accompany him when he's not at home.

"I love you, Zen." you would say it so softly, ever so gentle like the wind but he would hear it loud and clear, which sends his heart racing just a little and he would never admit it, but it releases the butterflies in his stomach, reminding him of how blessed he is to have you, the love of his life with him.

This is the reason he makes sure not to die on the battlefield, for he knows that now, there's someone at home waiting for him, waiting for his arms.

You would both lay there until your tummy starts grumbling. (his would never, this man could go for awhile without food) His lips would curl up into the smallest smile ever, realising how cute you are.

You'd lift your head up at him with a little pout, in which he'd let out a little scoff, "5 more mins, babe" and his strong arms would wrap around you tighter, pulling you in.

Dante Zogratis

Somedays he'd like to be the big spoon, when he's stressed about things or something's on his mind. He'd hold you, back against him, his huge palms wrapping around your figure.

His face would nuzzle into your hair, your scent calming him down, allowing him to think about the issues at hand. It wasn't easy being the head of the spade kingdom, afterall.

Although he was the head of the Zogratis household, he could be a baby around you at times. If you'd ask what was bothering him while gently drawing circles on his skin or stroking his hair, he'd tell you all about it, whining about how people just likes to make his life busy.

On peaceful days, this big baby loves being a little spoon, nuzzling in your arms and chest, enjoying how soft your body and skin is. (it doesn't matter if it's not, he'd still insist it is)

He loves pressing kisses all over as you cuddle him, gentling tickling you just so he could hear the sound of your soft squeals and giggles.

He'd be mumbling praises and lovey doveys to your ear. He'd really praise you to the skies and shower you with so much love, it'll really make you feel like you're the queen. But you are. In his eyes, you're his queen.

When it comes to cuddling sessions with you, he'll really hate it if any one disturbs. If any one calls for him, he'll dismiss them, telling them to come back later or tomorrow.

Unless it's Vanica or Zenon that is. If it comes to an emergency it would really take his siblings to pull him away from you. Zenon would just roll his eyes and stand there staring at the both of you and Vanica would just pull you away.

Extremely pouty of course. Cuddling time with y/n is top priority to this king.

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Song Fic for Secret Toxic Lover!Dante Zogratis

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Closer | Nine Inch Nails

TW: NSFW. Noncon to dubcon. Toxic Relationship. Aggression. Manhandling. Choking. Degration. Manipulation. Verbal abuse. Smut.

A/N: So instead of a HC, I decided to make it as a song fic. This is my first time writing for a Black Clover character. Minors DNI

You safely made it back to the castle. You reached your bedroom and carefully shutting the door behind you as quietly as possible. As you sighed a breath of relief, a deep chilling voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Sneaking out again, my love?”

The mere sound of his voice made your blood run cold. You slowly turned to face him. The room was dark, but the moonlight that seeps through the thin curtains of your window is enough for you to affirm that it’s him. The silhouette of your secret lover, the demon-possessed, Dante Zogratis.

He was sitting upright with one ankle over the knee of the other as his thick fingers impatiently tapping on the armrest.

“Dante, what are you doing here? It’s late-”

“The same thing I wanna ask you, my love. It is late. Where have you been?” he calmly asked.

Fuck. If he finds out- He will. He will find out. And he will kill me.

“And don’t even think I will not see it through your eyes. Let me ask you again. Where have you been?” he pried sternly.

“I-” you cleared your throat, “trained. With Vanica.” You lied. Your palms are starting to sweat, as you clenched onto the cold brass door handle.

He set his foot down, rose from his seat, and walked towards you ever so slowly. You took a small step back. The beating of your heart ringing through your ears as he closes the gap between you. You saw the lust and the jealousy in his eyes and the devil’s grin on his lips. He gazed down at you with dominance as your knees weaken at his presence.

“I trained you, Y/N. You are who you are today because of me. But I never made you a liar.”

He leaned in closer, slightly tilted his head as the tip of his nose brushed against your cheeks. He sniffed your hair down to the crook of your neck like a mad salivating dog and whispered, “You used to smell so good my love. But this scent, oh this scent makes my cock painfully hard. Is this treason I smell on your skin?”

There is no use in trying to calm yourself. He can see right through you. He knows your every move. You tightly shut your eyes as your whole body trembled with fear.

“Did you go out to see that filthy Sukehiro, huh? Did you lay out our plans to him? Are you turning your back against me now, hmm? My love?” He asked as his large hand gripped your waist tightly enough to leave bruises.

“ANSWER ME!” He roared as his dominant hand seized your throat, slamming your head and your back against the door.

You gasped for air, struggling and squirming. With all the strength left in your body, you kicked him in the guts and pushed him away. You rushed to the bathroom and quickly locked it. You heard him groaning in pain.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me, Y/N!” Dante yelled.

You can’t help but cry, you can never win against him for he is way stronger than you.

You heard a soft knock on the door. “Y/N, alright I’m sorry. Okay? Please open the door. Let’s talk about this.” he softly said.

“Dante, please. Let’s just end this now. I don’t wanna do this anymore.” Trembling in fear, you wrapped your arms around yourself trying to suppress your shivering.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you. Open the door, okay? I just want to talk.” he said on the other side of the door.

“I don’t wanna talk, Dante. Please just get out.” You pleaded, hoping he’ll listen to you. But you know him. He’s merciless. And he will never hesitate to hurt you again.

“Come out of the room now, my love. I promise we will just talk. Please?” he asked.

You buried your face in your hands, feeling helpless. There was a silence for a moment until you heard him speak again.

“I don’t understand why you are blocking me out. You went out and met that guy from the Clover Kingdom doing God knows what, and you came back telling me you wanna end things with me? Come on. Just open this door. We can sit down and talk about this.”

“No!” You yelled at him. “I’m not falling for that anymore, Dante!”

“What do you mean ‘not falling for that’?” He is starting to sound angry again. “It’s your fault, you understand?” he shouted in anger.

“This is your” your heart lurched at the sound as he hit the door, “fault!”

You heard him violently wiggling the doorknob.

“If you don’t open this fucking door right now I will break it down, I swear. I will break the fucking thing down. I’ll get to you, either way, so you can be a fucking bitch like usual, or you can play nice.” he said as he slammed the door a few times. You clearly know that it was not a threat, it was a promise.

Your hands were icy with panic as you try to wipe the tears off your cheeks.

“Oh, are you crying now, my love? Fucking crocodile tears as always, huh?” he mocked.

“You really won’t like it if I have to break this fucking thing down. You better open it now. I’ll count down, alright? I’ll count down. I’ll give you a chance. I’m being nice, see? Even though you’re being a fucking bitch.” He asserted with annoyance.

“One,” he started counting.

“Please..” you pleaded, your voice edged with fear.

“Two,”

“No..”

“Three!” Dante slammed into the door, busting it down.

You were muted with horror as your blood froze in your veins. Dante walked over to you, as he harshly grabbed your arm, he hoisted you up and draped you over his broad shoulders as if you weigh nothing. He walked out of the bathroom and threw you onto the bed.

“Well at least we’re in the bedroom now, right? Because I know what you need. And it’s easier to do it here.” He snickered at you as he took off his robe. You tried to move away from him but he quickly climbed on the bed, caught your ankle, and pulled you towards him.

He reached down for your clothes and carelessly ripped them apart. You tried to grab his hands and hit him in the face.

“You think you can fight me, huh?” he caught both of your wrists and pinned them above your head. While his other hand pressed against your throat blocking your airway.

“Did you actually think they will trust you, eh? You chose this path with me, slut. And we will walk our way through it. Together.”

Tears start to form in your eyes as you struggle to breathe. He once again leaned in closer as his fist clenched tighter around your neck, pushing you further into the mattress.

“They will kill you too, my love. And you need me to protect you,” he murmured softly in your ear.

“All I ever do is protect you and do what is good for you! And you treat me like trash!” He groaned in your ear. He released his hand from your neck before you could almost pass out, you turned your face to the side and coughed, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

“We could’ve had a nice talk, figured it all out calmly, then you could’ve rode my cock and we could’ve cuddled. But you had to make things difficult. You always make things difficult.” he ranted as he roughly cupped your chin to face him.

“You heard me? You. Are difficult. You are lucky anyone wants you. Lucky that I want you.”

You no longer felt insulted or violated. You eventually came to the point where you became numb from all his abuse, where you don’t trust yourself anymore. How he turns things around. How he always makes you feel guilty and responsible for his emotions. Your face showed no emotion as tears suddenly flowed from your eyes.

“Now that’s my good slut.” You are bare underneath him as you let him spread your legs wide.

“Now I’m going to fuck this cunt that I’ve fucked so many times because it is mine to fuck. Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want. Because you are mine. And you can’t fucking change that.”

He stroked his cock a few times before lining it up against your entrance. He slightly slid in, brushing it against the lips of your cunt. Rubbing and glossing his thick member with your wetness.

“And you’re getting wet. For all your whining and bitching, you’re so wet.” He teased and chuckled.

You closed your eyes and let your tears stream down.

Without a warning, he glided his cock with ease inside you. No matter how many times he had fucked you, you could never get accustomed to his size. And as soon as he’s buried deep inside of you, you moaned his name.

“Good slut. Tight and hot, just like you should be. More than I expected from a worthless whore like you, but I won’t complain.”

You gasped hard for every thrust of his hips, hitting all the perfect spots.

“You know I care about you so much. And you treat. Me. like. This.” He groaned in between his thrust. “Anyone else would’ve left you by now.”

He held your hips as he slowly pulled out his cock only to plunge harder back inside you making you cry in pain. You swore, you felt like he could almost split you in half.

“Oh, fuck. Dante please.” You whimpered.

“Please what?” he abruptly stopped from moving his hips as he looked down at you. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

“Please make me cum, please..” You shamelessly whine underneath him.

“My love, you don’t need to beg.” He started to pound you again, as your walls started to tighten around him.

“I can’t keep going much longer. You feel so good around me, even when you’re acting like a fucking cunt.” He grunts and moans as he picked up his pace. His hands gripped your hips tighter as you moaned deeply as you felt him fill you up. Your nails digging in the sheets as you come after him.

Both your breaths were coming hard as he kept eye contact with you while still fought to catch your breath.

He takes your hand and kisses the back of it as he pulled out of you, a small whimper leaving your mouth.

He softly kissed your forehead and covered your sweaty body with the blanket.

“Have some rest. We leave before sunrise. We have to be at the Black Bull’s hideout before their captain arrives.”

reposted from ellechanwrites

[one-leaf-grimoire]

monstrous heart ; prompt 5

❧ a night in the woods

❧ dante zogratis x reader

❧ note ; finally halfway through! enjoy!

"I should never have agreed to go camping with you..."

You grumbled to yourself as you brushed dirt off of the outside of the tent. Dante was not the most... outdoorsy type, but when he asked to go camping on a crisp October night, you couldn't resist. He insisted on setting the tent up himself, and ended up dropping every piece of it in the dirt. Now that darkness was growing, you sent him away to collect firewood while you cleaned up the mess.

"I think there's something watching us..." Dante told you as you threw a match into the newly-placed tinder.

You raised an eyebrow at him at this news. "Something? I'm sure there's plenty of somethings out there, Dante. We're in the woods, after all. It's teeming with animals."

"Hmm... maybe. But you haven't heard the rumors about this campsite?" Dante lowered his voice, not hiding his smirk as he leaned in close. "They say that a whole boy scout group was murdered here... and their ghosts still come and throttle campers in their sleep~"

"Oh- What a load of crap." You shook off his hand, which has circled around your waist while he whispered the story. "If you're trying to creep me out, you're succeeded, but not with the story. Go grab the hot dogs from the bag, I'm going to make dinner."

"Fine, fine." Dante chuckled.

The rest of the evening went by without many antics from Dante. He liked to talk, his voice loudly ringing through the campsite, but you didn't mind. Maybe he could be a bit... much at times, but you still loved to listen to him.

"I'm tired, so no funny business," you warned as you two finally crawled into the tent. Dante laughed nervously, but nodded in agreement. You sighed and closed your eyes, warm within your shared sleeping bag.

Crack.

Something outside sent a loud sound through the night, and you tensed up. Dante was silent, probably already asleep. You laid there for a couple minutes, sweating a little.

That was probably nothing...

But your mind could not calm down. That dumb story kept creeping back into your dreams. The inside of the sleeping bag was uncomfortable, tight around you, and you started to wonder how you would escape if something suddenly attacked you.

No! Don't be stupid. There are no dangerous animals. And there definitely aren't any ghosts-

"HOO HO- HO HOOOOO"

You screamed and immediately rolled over into Dante. Within a moment, you were burying yourself in his arms, clutching him tight. The moment of panic was over in an instant, but the damage was done. Dante opened his eyes, smirking to himself when he saw you clutching him like you never wanted to let him go.

"Aww... did someone get a little scared?"

You turned red, quickly realizing that the sound was just an owl. "I- NO! I-"

You tried to roll away, but Dante was already leaning in. His lips hit yours, and you quickly decided that maybe this was the safest place to be, after all.

"Don't worry- I'll protect you~"

[clover-hq]

Warmer With you

Dante x Pregnant reader

warnings : PTSD

Notes ; my first Xreaders I’ve written in years please give me a small break

(love yall-💙)

   Fall in spade was never that bad, except up north where you and your husband had a get away cabin, where it snowed earlier compared to the southern more parts of the country. It was cold, and the fire wood was running out quick. Thicker snow clouds were rolling in as the sun began to set, you couldn’t help but worry for your husband who went out to collect more firewood for the night.

Setting a hand on your heavy belly you silently prayed Dante would return. You knew he would, “nothing he couldn’t handle as the King and devil host” you tried to reassure yourself, yet nothing would make that gnawing feeling of worry go away. Who could blame you? He was the father of the child you where carrying after all.

Grunts approached the door before a heavy foot opened it, and in Came Dante. With a dead boar in one arm and the other filled carrying wood. Fresh snow on his shoulders and head, his nose and ears red from the chill, yet the uncomfortable look on his face went away the moment he made eye contact with you, greeting you with a warm smile as if you melted all that troubled him right then and there.

“I’m back my love” he said dropping the boar down by the door as it shut behind him. As much as you wanted to rush up to him to smother him in hugs and kisses you knew he wouldn’t let you while he was covered in snow, “Can’t have you getting sick now” he’d scold, knowing a simple cold could bring you down to a dangerous state.

“How are you feeling dear? No troubles? Unusual pains? If there’s anything wrong I can get ahold of Zenon and we can retur-” his worried ramblings interrupted by your answer “I’m fine. I like it out here, less stress than the hustle and bustle of the castle after all.” You chuckled softly as Dante’s winter gear was dropped into a bag

“I’m sorry my dear, I just can’t help but worry about you… Your well-being is my up most concern right now” he said sitting on the couch next to you, trying to warm himself up before touching you.

You’d know why he worried, you’d be a fool not to. Everyone knows about how his previous wife passed; She was pregnant like you were but succumbed to an illness caused by the cold. This time around he wasn’t taking any risk, the slightest sign of stress, plausible illness or danger he’d remove you from the palace.

Which is exactly why the two of you were staying in the cabin, a few weeks prior a few maids started catching colds and to prevent any chance of harm coming to you he chose to relocate, To the one place only seven people know about; Vanica, Zenon, the palace medic, two midwives, Dante and You of course.

Once he warmed his hands up enough he placed them on your belly, rubbing it gently before lowering his forehead onto it “hello little one…. I hope your not giving you’re mother much trouble in there… I know we have a little under two months before we can meet but there’s so many people already wanting to love you and shower you with gifts…” He pulled away after giving your belly a gentle kiss.

Soft moments like these with Dante made you tender, reminding you that despite his normally cruel nature he was a family man. Nothing he cared more about in the end, but the tender moment would turn into panic when he heard you coughed a bit.

“Are you alright? Please don’t lie to me-” he couldn’t bare to lose another, especially in the exact same way he lost the previous. The pure panic in his eyes was fueled by heart break; he was breaking down before you could answer, all you could do was hold him in your arms until he calmed down enough to speak.

“I’m fine my love, all I did was choke on my own spit a bit, I can 100% assure you we are fine, I wouldn’t lie to you about illness. I know how on edge you are right now after all and I doubt you’d forgive me If I did” you pet his head and he snuggled your belly to calm down

“please don’t scare me like that again, I don’t want to lose you. After all everything is warmer with you around”

[spicy-clover]

kinktober masterlist ☾ 2021

I will be posting these intermittently every few days in october. regular requests are still open if you want to inspire me. I can't wait to get started on these, I will probably write a few in advance and queue them up.

All of these will be x gender neutral reader.

Masterlist is under the cut.

sex toys ☾ finral roulacase

sensory deprivation ☾ yami sukehiro

accidental stimulation ☾ julius novachrono

collars ☾ dante zogratis

hair pulling ☾ mereoleona vermillion

latex and leather ☾ magna swing

sleepy sex ☾ rhya

massaging ☾ marx francois

risky ☾ patri

against the wall ☾ jack the ripper

lap dances ☾ nacht faust

hand jobs ☾ fuegoleon vermillion

dirty talk ☾ vanica zogratis

[laceymorganwrites]

Lesson learned

Word count: 1,799

Pairing: Dante x fem!dom!older!wife!reader

Warnings: mommy kink, power play, degration, feet, face sitting, overall Dante has an oral fixation, jealousy, choking, slapping

A/N: I am not sorry

Dante knew exactly what he was doing and what consequences it would have.

Not the war that him and his siblings started, there was nothing he would ever regret about that, he never had any second thoughts when it came to it.

But declaring any other woman than you his?

Now that was his first mistake.

He knew the rules, knew that he had to be loyal to only you. Dante was only yours and nobody else got to have him.

It wasn´t like you blamed the other girls for it, not at all, they simply didn´t know any better.

They were still young and naive, sure they might be strong, but that and the tits were all that interested Dante.

Deep down he knew that he only loved you, that he only was able to get this special connection with you and nobody else.

And yet he just couldn´t help himself every time he saw a young, pretty woman.

In the beginning it hurt you and you distanced yourself from him quite often, thinking you weren´t good enough for him.

He would always make it up to you and make soft and gentle love to you.

Sure it was sweet at the time but he never stopped being distracted by other women and over time, the longer you were with him, the more your confidence grew, the more you learned to take out your frustrations on him.

You would always remember the blush on his face, the way his eyes went wide when everything was revealed, when you realized that you were absolutely compatible in every way.

The moment he completely devoted himself to you, no longer truly wishing for other women.

All he needed was you, the woman he married, his mommy.

Dante had always liked older women but nobody did it quite like you, nobody had him wrapped around her finger like you and nobody did he want to worship more.

You were waiting for him in your shared bedroom, still fuming from hearing the news.

Just the thought of you sitting on his throne, looking down on him, maybe even blessing him with putting your foot in his face… all of it made him so incredibly hard already.

The second he stepped foot inside castle he could feel the tension, the punishment he was about to receive.

Not wanting to seem too desperate, he took his time showering and cleaning himself up from the battle.

After all he knew exactly how he had to appear before his goddess.

When Dante entered your shared bedroom you weren´t even facing him, still dressed, arms crossed.

His cock twitched in excitement, knowing he was about to be held accountable for defying you.

No words were spoken for quite a while, he was unsure whether he was allowed to approach you or not, so he kept standing at your closed door.

“You never learn, do you?” you said in a disappointed tone, oh, he could just hear your smirk…

The way your lips curled up, your piercing eyes looking for weak points and your nails digging into his skin, he was oh so hungry for you.

“I´m so-…” he started, looking on the floor, his voice quiet and honest.

Because he meant it. He was sorry for looking at other women and approaching them in this way, he knew it hurt you and he didn´t ever want anyone else but you.

Even so… he was only a weak man. A weak man that needed to be taught yet another lesson.

You abruptly stood up, facing him with rage in your eyes.

“Who said you were allowed to speak?” you coldly stated, slowly walking over to him, always looking into his eyes, not even once acknowledging his toned body he worked so hard on for you.

You stalked him like your prey, because he was, your fingers tracing over his shoulders, eyes fixated on him as you got so close he could feel your hot breath on him.

Dante´s heart raced as your hand grabbed his throat roughly, squeezing it just right and making him look at you.

“It´s rude to look away when someone´s talking to you, brat” you harshly told him.

He nodded and you took your hand away to push him onto bed.

Though you didn´t follow him just yet, making him wait just a tad more.

“Speak” you grinned, crossing your arms over your clothed chest.

“Please mommy, I´ve been a bad boy… I don´t deserve to look at you” he whined, his cock was already aching at this point.

You merely chuckled, looking down on him.

“Degrading yourself today? You´re such a needy little slut” you remarked, watching his breath hitch  and cheeks flush.

“Only for mommy… please use me, I´m your slave, please mommy, I need it, I need you so bad. Please I´ll do anything” he begged, looking at you with wide, pleading eyes.

You grinned down at him, waiting just a tad bit longer before undressing.

However now that you were naked you still didn´t join him just yet.

Dante looked at your body with nothing but lust and love in his eyes, he just loved and craved everything about your body.

Maybe he´d get to touch you soon if he was a good boy for you, oh he wanted it so bad, to worship you, to devote himself only to you, the only one he could ever want and need, the one he´d burn the world for, his one true queen.

He could feel his desire burn up inside him, going straight to his cock, it was almost red at this point, so devoid of and needy for your touch, you could only breathe on it and he would cum in this instant.

But not yet.

Dante knew better than to cum without your permission.

He wanted to be your good boy after all, he had disappointed you again, now it was his time to make up for it, show you that you were the only woman on his mind.

Always and forever.

That was his promise, you were his wife and he your husband. Only yours.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” you asked, stepping closer to the bed, making him gulp.

Dante only nodded frantically, a rush of excitement and adrenaline going through his body, making his mouth dry, but he knew that you´d have him drooling in seconds.

“Good boy. Now, repent for your sins, you filthy little pig” you said, joining him in bed.

Your husband eagerly looked up to you as you placed your knees on the sides of his face, slowly sitting down on his face.

He let out a muffled moan, taking in the scent of your pussy he couldn´t wait to devour, it always had been his favorite meal.

You ran your fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly as Dante opened his mouth to lap at your folds, like a hungry animal he moved his tongue around and became even harder at the gorgeous sight in front of him.

His cock was starting to leak pre as he sucked on your clit just right, making you moan and grind your hips on his face.

Dante´s movements grew quicker and deeper, his heart racing and mind overcome by raw and utter lust and primal need.

“You always look so much better underneath me like this, eating my pussy and shutting up like a good little boy. You´re such a slut for me…. But only for me, you´re mine and only mine, do you understand?” you demanded as you were satisfied enough, climbing down from his face, staring into his eyes.

He met your eyes, pupils dilated, licking his lips and nodding. His lips still glistened with your fluids and his chest was heaving with every breath he took.

“I asked you a question. You answer when I tell you to, brat” you roughly grabbed his face in your hand, slapping him, making him moan louder than he intended.

“Yes mommy” he said, voice shaky.

Your legs still laid around his shoulders as you positioned yourself on his cock, not inserting it yet.

Dante felt a rush go through his whole body, crying out loudly for you, fuck, he needed you.

Right now.

“Mommy please….please I need to be inside you… please I´m your good boy, I´ll do anything, please, just move” he whined again, almost sobbing at this point.

You frowned at him, angling your leg and placing your foot on his cheek, feeling him twitch underneath you. His throbbing cock pulsated at your pussy as you moved your foot in his mouth.

Dante eagerly sucked on your toes right away, looking up at the goddess above him.

This was the purpose of life, the very thing that made it worth living. Only you were able to make him feel this way, only you made everything so utterly exciting and safe at the same time.

He was drooling, some spit leaving his mouth as he kept licking your feet.

You smirked and slowly pulled your foot out of his mouth, sitting up slightly to grab his hard cock and taking it in deep inside of you.

Dante groaned, looking up at you.

“Thank you, mommy” he smiled, feeling the familiar heat calmed him down immensely and yet turned him on more than he ever could imagine.

You returned the smile, hovering over him and gently caressing his cheeks.

Your fingers softly traced over his lips, slipping into his mouth and just as he started sucking on them like a good boy you started moving.

He moaned and looked at you like you were his whole world, because you were.

There was no place or person he´d rather be with right now or ever.

You pulled your fingers out of his mouth and placed your hands on his chest as you started riding him faster, your nails digging into his chest.

Dante started groaning louder the more you moved, he couldn´t take it any longer, still he held it in as long as he could.

And just as you moaned loudly and clenched around him did he pump his seed inside of you.

His heart hammered in his chest as he tried to catch his breath, you grinned down on him as you felt the warmth of his cock.

“Stay inside me” you commanded as you laid down next to him, shifting so that you laid sideways, facing him.

You smiled and softly kissed him.

Dante cuddled up close to you, peppering kisses everywhere he could reach, still thanking you in his state of pure bliss.

“I´m never going to leave you, you´re the only for me. I´m only yours. You´re my queen. Forever and always” he told you, his eyes full of love.

[kaidas-daydreams]

Hi can you do a relationship headcanon for zenon and Dante please ? :)

kaida's note: i simp for the zogratis siblings so much lol 🤤 i hope you enjoy! 💭

synopsis: how zenon and dante would be in a relationship

genre: fluff

zenon zogratis x gn! reader

dante zogratis x gn! reader

warning: none

general relationship headcanons

zenon really can’t stand any kind of affection unless he’s in the mood or frustrated

he shows that he loves you in his own way such as giving you less dangerous missions or not giving you missions at all and ignoring you when you confront him about it

the most he’ll give you is a forehead kiss it’s just to reinsure you that he truly does have feelings for you and since zenon doesn’t do lovely dovey stuff, you know this tiny gesture means a lot

the nights can get cold in the spade kingdom because of this he tends to lend you his heavy jacket at night in order to keep you warm, this shows he truly cares about you

since he’s always busy with the spade kingdoms agenda, whenever he can he’ll sneak into your room to cuddle with you even if it’s just for five minutes, he can’t get enough of your scent it drives him crazy

no one knows you two are dating, he keeps it very professional when in public, there have been people that have seen him visit your room but of course no one dares to question him about it

when you’re not looking he gives you a tiny smiles, he loves watching you do anything and only you can make his heart flutter and make his stomach do backflips with a mere smile

he reminds dante to never go near or look at you

dante is a sweet talker, he’ll compliment you from your body to your personality to your talents, he wants you to know your appreciated and loved 

he’s big on pet names and likes to call you babe, baby, sweetie, honey and much more

he also would like to be given nicknames but more specifically daddy, babe and majesty

he’ll bring you flowers at least once a week but only the finest the spade kingdom has to offer

he loves giving neck kisses but likes receiving them just as much not to mention he likes the feeling of your fingers running through his hair as he talks to you about his brilliant plan to rule the world

he’ll wrap his arms around your waist, rest his chin on your shoulder and watch the snow fall from the large window in his office while humming a low tune in your ear

he tends to call you into his office at random times during the day just to be able to see you, admire you then he’ll tell you to leave and get back to work

he doesn’t necessarily tell anyone about the relationship but if he sees anyone getting a little too friendly with you, he’ll step in and lets them know whos you are

[taelqn]

Dante Zogratis SFW Alphabet

SFW + GENDER NEUTRAL READER + TOXIC… ITS LITERALLY DANTE

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

One word: possessive.

This man’s affection just SCREAMS possessive. He expresses his affection through luxurious gifts or extravagant public demonstrations. Most of the time, his showy demonstrations are just way too much, and you have to tell him to tone it down sometimes, to which he’ll just respond with—

“Darling, I simply can't help but lavish you with gifts and attention. After all, you're mine to adore and cherish.”

He also expresses his affection through physical touch, which sometimes leaves you embarrassed due to how bold he is when it comes to physical affection. He’ll wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you close with an irresistible smirk, claiming you as his own in every subtle touch. The worst part is that no matter where you guys are, or who is present, he’ll always do this when he gets the chance.

For example, during encounters with a Dark Disciple, he would occasionally place his hands firmly on your hips, drawing you closer with a steady gaze and a subtle smirk, creating palpable tension in the air. This tension wasn't ordinary; it lingered long after the moment had passed, leaving you unable to meet the Dark Disciple's eyes again out of sheer embarrassment.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Dante deliberately maintains a small circle of friends, if any at all, as he sees them as burdens to his ambitions. To him, nurturing friendships would only impede his progress, diverting his focus from his own goals. He prioritizes his personal agenda above all else, believing he has more meaningful pursuits than investing time in forming such connections.

To be considered Dante's best friend is undeniably an accomplishment of its own. There are only two paths to earning such a title: either you mirror his level of ruthlessness, or you surpass it, a trait he would undoubtedly admire. If you don't fit into either category, then...

Have you ever encountered that obnoxious popular person at school who calls you their best friend even though they barely know you? They'll come up to you out of nowhere, calling you "bestie" and stuff. Well, Dante's a bit like that. If you manage to intrigue Dante, perhaps by matching his level of malice or intelligence, he won't openly admit to being your friend, but it'll feel like it—although more like violent ones who constantly engage in banter and challenges.

But anyway, as a best friend, Dante would offer unwavering support and encouragement, but his methods might be extreme, as he tends to prioritize his own desires above others'. He might push boundaries and challenge you to achieve greater heights, but his dark tendencies and obsession with power could also pose risks to your well-being. Overall, his friendship would be intense and complex.

“Embrace malice, and together, we'll conquer any obstacle in our path.”

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He might crave the physical closeness and intimacy that cuddling provides, as it allows him to feel a sense of ownership and control over you. However, his desire for dominance might also manifest in the way he cuddles.

When cuddling, Dante would likely prefer to be the big spoon, enveloping you in his arms and holding you close with a firm, yet possessive grip. His touches would be both tender and possessive, conveying a sense of ownership and control over your body. He might also enjoy nuzzling your neck or whispering seductive words in your ear.

Overall, cuddling with Dante is always 50/50. He could say one or two things. He could either say, “The way you fit against me… it’s like you were made for me.” Or…

“I'll leave my mark on you, visible for all to see. Let them know that you're mine, and no one else's."

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He's completely inept when it comes to cooking and cleaning. With everything handed to him on a silver platter, he's likely never had to lift a finger for household chores. Cooking and cleaning are simply not on his agenda; he deems them as menial tasks best left to others.

Sigh. I’m so sorry Dante lovers for this next part, but I have to keep it real…😔

He views the concept of settling down through a lens of dominance and manipulation. For him, the idea of settling down wouldn't necessarily stem from a desire for genuine companionship or emotional fulfillment, but rather as a strategic move to expand his sphere of control.

But even then, the answer is no. If you were to ask him what his thoughts were about settling down, he’d laugh at your face. He’d then say, “Settle down? Please, darling, such trivial notions are beneath someone like me.”

He’s aware that he’d have a little heir, someone to take after him when he perishes—if he ever perishes. But Dante is not fond of the idea of having to play the role of a father when he’s literally far from that of a father figure and has no paternal instincts.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

The man has no shame, and he’ll break up with you wherever and whenever—completely leaving your feelings out of the question. He will orchestrate the breakup in a way that minimizes any potential opposition or resistance from you. With a sense of finality, he breaks the news, stating that there is no room for negotiation and that more conversation is pointless. His remarks would be indifferent to you and your emotions, demonstrating his cold and conceited personality.

This part was short but it’s literally the only way I can picture him breaking up with someone.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Much like his stance on settling down, Dante regards marriage solely as another means to gain advantage. While the notion of settling down is a resounding no in his agenda, the idea of marriage might hold some appeal to him—primarily as a means to maintain control and keep you tied to him. In essence, Dante's approach to commitment would likely revolve around his desire to possess and exert control over you.

When it comes to the timing of marriage, it's variable, but I sense it would happen sooner rather than later with Dante. Given his possessive nature, he's inclined to marry you primarily to ensure that you remain bound to him exclusively. And if you dare voice any objections, expect nothing but a handsome yet sinister smile from Dante, accompanied by a contemptuous remark along the lines of, “Your objections hold no weight, my dear. You belong to me, whether you acknowledge it or not."

By the way, the second your marriage is official, he’ll be more possessive than ever. So… hope all goes well for you!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, Dante may not demonstrate traditional forms of gentleness. He is characterized by dominance and a sense of superiority, which manifest in a more assertive and commanding presence. If anything, his touch is mostly rough and firm. However, there could be moments where Dante's physical interactions with you are marked with gentleness, like during mornings and nights.

Dante's demeanor isn't one of emotional gentleness, at least not typically. He'll lend an ear to your concerns and even offer assistance in resolving any troubles you may face, often with a willingness to eliminate those causing you distress. However, when it comes to expressing his own emotions, he shuns them completely. Vulnerability is not in his nature; he thrives on maintaining control and asserting dominance in every situation.

For instance, whenever you oppose him on anything, Dante skillfully manipulates the situation by lamenting how you're breaking his heart, then proceeds to sweet-talk you into oblivion, making you forget why you objected in the first place. He's even adept at coaxing you into apologizing for daring to entertain the thought of objecting in the first place.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs and cuddles are two entirely different things, right? Because, like I said earlier, Dante is extremely possessive when it comes to cuddles—but hugs?

I fear that hugs may just be another tool for him to use and manipulate you with. He’d use hugs strategically to maintain control over you. His hugs would be calculated, lacking the warmth and sincerity typically associated with such gestures. Yet, somehow, he always manages to win you over with them.

His hugs would probably be stifling, firm, and possessive, giving off the impression of comfort when, truly, they're not. He just wants to make sure he has you wrapped around his finger.

Though, he wouldn’t be lying if he said having you in his arms was a nice feeling.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It would take him a significant amount of time to say the three magic words. He may not ever say them at all. And even if he does, a huge part of you will only wonder if he really means those words or not.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I can't stress enough just how possessive Dante is. And with possessiveness comes jealousy, a trait that runs deep within him. He can’t help it. Not like he wants to help it either anyway.

He's the kind of guy who would jokingly, yet with an undertone of seriousness, tell you he doesn't want you so much as breathing, walking, or even glancing in another man's direction. Then, he'd flash you a handsome yet sinister smile, leaving you unsure if he was kidding or dead serious.

Spoiler alert: he was dead serious.

When Dante gets jealous, he'll subtly shift the blame onto you, making you feel responsible for his emotions. And he won't show an ounce of mercy. He'll completely ignore you, treating you like a stranger for however long he sees fit—sometimes a whole day. If, by the end of the day, you haven't begged or apologized profusely to him as if your life depends on it, he'll know he needs to up the ante. It's in your best interest to play into his desire for desperation when he's consumed by jealousy. While he may tease you a bit during this time, he'll eventually forgive you by the end of the day.

If you give him attitude during the whole jealousy ordeal and refuse to make an effort to win him back, Dante will ensure you're utterly broken by the end of the day. Then, he'll lovingly wipe away your tears and offer comfort tainted with contempt, chastising you for being so foolish as to provoke him. He'll warn you sternly never to provoke him again. And the next day? It's as if nothing ever happened—back to business as usual with Dante.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses can be summed up in so many words—possessive, intense, rough, demanding, etc.

When it comes to Dante's preferred kissing spots, he has a penchant for lavishing attention on the neck and lips, deeming them the most intimate areas to bestow his affection. However, his kisses aren't limited solely to these regions; Dante's chosen placements can extend to other parts of the body, all with the intention of eliciting a desired response from you. Whether it's the gentle caress of a cheek or the lingering touch upon your collarbone, each kiss is carefully orchestrated to deepen the connection and stir emotions within you.

For Dante, receiving kisses on his lips and knuckles holds significant meaning. His preference for lip kisses stems from his belief that they're the epitome of intimacy, as I just stated. Additionally, when it comes to his knuckles, Dante finds immense satisfaction in such kisses, since a kiss on one’s knuckles represents respect and devotion. Each kiss on his knuckles fuels his ego, igniting a sense of pride. He is a man who’s presence commands respect, after all. Moreover, Dante finds it incredibly flattering and appealing when you bestow your affections upon his knuckles, believing it enhances your allure and beauty in his eyes.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Doesn’t care for them much. He just thinks they’re kinda there, y’know?

He finds them rather amusing, particularly when they launch into a barrage of endless questions about various topics. Despite the presence of children, Dante's demeanor remains unchanged. In fact, he might even encourage them to embrace their malice, delivering impassioned lectures about the importance of embracing their humanity.

He may accidentally end up making a mini-Dark Disciple in the process of this lecture; who knows?

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

As a member of the Dark Triad and ruler of the Spade Kingdom, Dante leads a busy life, often finding himself among the first to witness the sunrise. Before embarking on his myriad responsibilities, he takes a moment to admire your peaceful sleeping form, offering a fond smile. He may even delicately brush any stray hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. By the time you wake, he's likely already departed, leaving only the faintest trace of his presence. However, if you happen to stir while he's preparing to leave for important duties, he'll greet you with a "good morning" and plant a kiss on your forehead. Despite the allure of your adorable, sleepy expression and tousled hair, his obligations beckon.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

His frequent mornings away are compensated for by tranquil nights spent together. As darkness falls, you both unwind by sharing stories about your day and discussing its events. Sometimes, you even assist each other in preparing for sleep, fostering a sense of intimacy. In essence, nights with Dante prove to be serene, offering moments of solace.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Probably never. I just can’t see him caring enough to reveal himself to someone completely, whether it’s all at once or slowly.

Key word: probably.

If you somehow manage to get him to start revealing things about himself, really had your “I can change him” moment there, it’ll be very subtle.

I FORGOT TO FINISH THIS PART AAAA SORRY

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not that often. He’s usually pretty laid-back with you. But when jealousy begins to consume him, Dante's temper easily flares, especially in situations involving you and other men. And when he's angered, his words drip with disdain and contempt, leaving you feeling degraded and diminished. He'll make it abundantly clear where you stand in his eyes, ensuring you understand your place when you've provoked his ire. It's imperative to avoid angering him at all costs, refraining from giving any attention to other men besides him. In Dante's world, your gaze should be reserved solely for him; no one else matters.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Dante has a knack for remembering significant events and details that hold emotional weight, such as stories about meaningful people in your life who have passed away and how they've impacted you. However, when it comes to smaller, seemingly trivial details like your pet fish's name, he's likely to forget. After all, why would he need to commit a fish's name to memory when there are far more pressing matters occupying his thoughts and attention?

Unfortunately, Dante's ability to memorize important details comes with a touch of sinister manipulation. He has a tendency to store away every significant piece of information you've shared with him, ready to be used against you when the need arises, particularly if you've been disobedient or crossed him in some way.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Dante occasionally brings you along on missions, particularly the ones where he's engaged in combat. He favors these moments in the because he knows you'll be watching him, whether you're cheering him on or silently observing as he dominates his adversaries. He expects you to be impressed, even awestruck, by his prowess in battle. What's even more satisfying for him is when you somehow find yourself involved in combat as well, and just as you're about to be harmed, Dante steps in. In his eyes, only he is allowed to cause you harm—no one else.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

The idea of Dante needing protection is laughable to say the least. As the ruler of the Spade Kingdom, he's more than capable of fending for himself and doesn't entertain the thought of relying on others for protection. While he may not have acquired his title through conventional means, his position still attests to his strength and prowess. So, the notion of him requiring protection is simply out of the question. However, he might find it slightly endearing, albeit amusing, when you attempt to step in on his behalf—though he'd never admit to it openly.

When it comes to protecting you, Dante's approach is smooth and calculated, making it appear effortless. For instance, if someone were to rush towards you with harmful intentions, Dante wouldn't simply whisk you away in a dramatic fashion. Instead, he'd swiftly intervene by confronting the threat head-on, using his physical prowess to neutralize the danger before it reaches you. In essence, rather than pushing you out of harm's way, he boldly faces the danger directly.

And yes, Dante's protective nature extends to making it abundantly clear to everyone that you belong to him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’d put some effort in—for the most part, that is.

He’d make time for dates and anniversaries, often even setting up the dates himself. He’ll make sure the setting is tranquil and quiet, just the two of you with no one else around to bother. He wouldn’t put much effort into everyday tasks though, only on special days.

As for gifts, it depends entirely on how you feel about it. For dates, he'll charm you into wearing the outfit he's selected, aiming for a coordinated look that accentuates your beauty. On anniversaries, he follows a similar routine, but with the added touch of lavish and exquisite jewelry to complement your attire. However, the frequency of dresses and jewelry as gifts may become repetitive over time, so it ultimately depends on how you feel about his choices and whether you desire variety in your gifts.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

If you've been following along, it's pretty evident that Dante isn't exactly a saint. His bad traits and habits are numerous, ranging from his possessiveness and jealousy to his emotional unavailability and tendency to manipulate situations to his advantage.

Dante's manipulative nature knows no bounds—he's willing to go to any lengths to ensure he gets his way. This often manifests in pushy behavior, where he relentlessly pushes boundaries to the extreme, leaving little room for negotiation or compromise. His manipulative tendencies coupled with his pushiness make him an intimidating man to reckon with, capable of bending situations and people to his will with alarming ease.

Dante's possessiveness is suffocating. You sometimes find yourself needing his permission for certain things, which can be frustrating, but you know better than to risk angering him. His intense possessiveness often leaves you feeling as though he disregards your individuality, making it seem as though he doesn't fully respect you as a person with your own thoughts and desires.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Dante possesses a measured concern for his appearance. While he's fully aware of his considerable good looks, he still makes a conscious effort to maintain his appearance. He's not one to obsess over his looks, but neither is he careless about them. His grooming routine is meticulous, especially when it comes to his goatee, which he tends to with precision. Overall, Dante takes pride in his appearance and ensures he presents himself well, albeit without becoming overly preoccupied with his looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No.

It's harsh, but let's be real here: expecting Dante to feel incomplete without you is just delusional. As the ruler of the Spade Kingdom and a member of the Dark Triad, his life is already overflowing with responsibilities and distractions, he would never feel incomplete without you. Sure, he might think of you occasionally, but it's not going to be a constant preoccupation. You'll only cross his mind once he's exhausted every other thought. In essence, you're the very last thing on his mind.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Wears glasses. Specifically glasses for reading. That’s it—that’s the headcanon.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In a partner, Dante's tastes would span across a wide spectrum. Whether you're meek or aggressive, stoic or chaotic, even if you possess a hint of darkness within you, Dante would find something alluring in every aspect. He's drawn to complexity and variety, embracing all types of personalities with a voracious appetite.

What truly dampens Dante's appetite, however, is a partner who fails to offer any challenge. A lack of stimulation or intellectual engagement leaves him feeling unsatisfied and uninterested. And the last thing Dante wants is a dull relationship.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He sleeps with an air of regal tranquility, as if he's a king who has effortlessly solved global crises and rescued countless lives. His slumber is so serene, it's as though he's unaware of any wrongdoing or the fact that he's wanted for mass destruction. It's almost unsettling how peacefully he rests, as if he's completely unburdened by the weight of his actions.

Regardless of the circumstances, Dante prioritizes his sleep. While there may be nights where he's forced to stay up for "work-related reasons," as he claims, he still ensures that his sleep is of the highest quality possible. Even if he has just a fleeting 20 minutes to spare after being awake all night for who-knows-what, he'll make those 20 minutes count.

The man needs his beauty sleep.

I think most Dante lovers have a hate love relationship with him. And that’s understandable. Sorry if this was OOC 💔

[lyranova]

Hi! Dante stan here- could you do some HCs on how Dante interacts and treats his pregnant wife? Thank you and have a wonderful day or night!!

Hello Dante Stan! Of course you can I hope you like them sorry if they aren’t very good 😅!

Taglist: @kray-dragon @charlottesukehiro

Dante:

• Would be very surprised when you told him you were pregnant!

• But would actually be very happy about it, since it meant an heir to the throne and possibly a little mixture of you and him running around!

• He spoils the heck out of you the entire time!

• Would get you whatever you want, if you’re feeling nauseous he’ll try and get some ginger candies or drinks to help soothe your nausea.

• If you have any weird cravings he’ll have a Disciple quickly whip it up for you!

• If you’re feeling very unwell he’ll do whatever he can to make you feel better, if that means he has to have his Brother and Sister take over duties for a few days while he cuddles with you than he will!

• When he knows for sure that you’re asleep he’ll talk to the baby, but only when he knows you’re asleep, he doesn’t want you teasing him over it!

• The farther along you get, the more time he tries to spend with you because he doesn’t want anything to happen when he’s not there.

• Wasn’t very sure when you asked if he wanted to feel the baby kick, but when you grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach his mind changed completely, he enjoys feeling his childs strong kicks!

• Becomes even more protective you when you’re pregnant, if he isn’t around than he’s going to have his Brother and Sister around you so he’ll know you and his child are always well protected and safe!

[shittypaperwork]

Just a slave

Zenon Zogratis x reader

Warnings: Language

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You were just some random slave, someone who has lost everything. You lived your live alone with your cat back then at your village in the heart kingdom.

Someday in the middle of the night you woke up because it was extremely loud outside. As you woke up you saw fire coming from the village. You heard screams, smelled fire and felt the fear.

The next thing you knew was when you woke up again, in some dark room. It was midnight again you assumed. Your village was exploited by the dark triad.

You felt cold.

You felt alone.

You felt lost.

Just like always.

Someday you saw a well build man walking through the hall where the slaves were being captured. You assumed it was the one who exploited your village the other day.

He looked at you. He looked a bit scary you thought. But also kinda handsome.

"You. Tell me your name.", He stated emotionless.

"I-uhm... I'm y/n..", you told him.

"y/n... Interesting. Do you have any special power?"

"I-i don't think so sir.. I'm just a mere commoner. I used my magic just for my daily life n' stuff. I've never fought or anything..."

"Come with me."

And with that, your relationship began. Since that day, your life began to change.

You thought he'll kill you or force you to sex or something, but you were completely wrong.

He took you into his personal room. You expected that was the spot were you gonna die, but no.

"Sit."

You did.

"So... What are you gonna do now? Kill me? Use me for sex?

"No.", he looked at the ground.

"What else?"

"I want you... As some kind of... A friend?"

Your eyes widened in confusion as you stated at him. Your confusion was visible.

"Not meant to be rude... But ???"

"My brother told me I need someone to talk to. He told me it would be to my advantage someday. And also I wouldn't be lonely."

"So you want me to talk to you like friends? I guess I could do that.", You stated smiling.

"That's good. I'm not a easy guy just for you to know. Also I don't have any good skills at communication."

"We'll work on that."

"I have a room for you. Right beside me. You can ask me everything, just don't annoy me. I will show you around. "

After that, your life was far more better than back then. You never expected that. Like he said, he was not an easy one. He was rather... Like a stone.

At first it was quite akward between you two, because neither of you knew what to say. So you began to ask questions about his life. The more you two talked, the more you felt comfortable around him. He did too.

You never really knew what he thought while a conversation. You expected him to be all cold-hearted and asshole-like, but with time he was more... caring?

You felt something between you two. You shared some interests, but thats not what you meant. Something else..

He felt that too.

Somedays he would just call you into his room and chat with you about his plans or his day. The others he would rarely talk to you. And some days... You felt like you were actually friends. On days like these, you felt really connected.

But you never expected to fall for him that hard.

Everyday was hard for you. Hard for you to resist your urge to just kiss him. To resist that feeling inside of you. You wished you could see what he was thinking.

But you knew, you were just a slave. His slave.

"So how was you day?"

"Nothing special, really. Actually pretty boring. Dante told me about his plans to exploit the cover kingdom someday.", He stated bluntly as ever.

"Oh.. you sound actually pretty bored. So what are your plans for tomorrow?"

"I thought about making a checkup upon my slaves and my warehouse."

"Oh ok. If you need me, tell me."

"I will."

"I have actually a question. Am I like a friend to you? You told me to be something like that, so am I good at pretending?"

He looked at you.

"No. You aren't good at pretending. You are my friend y/n. My only friend."

Then you stood up an straight up hugged him. You never did before. Because you were scared...

To your suprise, he didn't push you away. Instead, he let you hug him and hugged you back. It felt like he really needed it. It felt warm...

After you two parted, there were whole 2 minutes silence between you two. You just stared at the wooden ground and blushed.

He did too.

"So uhm... What are your plans for your future?", you asked, trying to break that akward silence.

"To marry you and be the father of your children.", He stated, bluntly as ever.

He didn't even changed his expression. He just stared at you with his usual-blunt face.

You couldn't believe what he said. Like??? Why ??? But on the other side, your entire body began to feel happyness.

"Wh-what??? I-uhm.. Like what the hell??? i- uh yespleasemarrymeiloveyou"

"That's good. Also from now on we will share a room and bed."

Then he actually smiled. That cold-hearted stone actually could smile. And it was the precioust thing in your life. That fucking smile.

A few months after, you became his wife. You've never regret that.

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-> Masterlist

[bowandcurtsey]

Zenon and protecting and injured reader pls

asdfghjkjhgfds I'm feeling so eggcited to write this please! thank you for requesting this anony! ( ✧Д✧) 

Also, I want to make this a continuation of this little drabble. I personally loved it so... Anyway it can be read without the first part!

tw: profanities, slight gore? unchecked work cause I was excited and I wrote it and went way past my bedtime :P

Zenon Zogratis x f! reader

You had no idea how long it has been, but you were stuck. You couldn't feel your left leg; it was so numb with pain and you couldn't move. You were at the bottom of some cliff or hill, you had no idea where. All you knew that you were covered in scratches and cuts, and your head was spinning.

You only remembered being hit in the back of your head while you were out running errands for your boss, Dante Zogratis. (You were hired as his secretary, but after a year, you became like the Zogratis family personal assistant instead, sometimes running personal errands for them too. )

When you woke up, your hands and legs were binded by some magic and you were blindfolded. Were you kidnapped? You panicked and struggled a little, but instead you alerted your captor(s) and you felt the speed of whatever you were moving on increasing.

"Fuck, dump her somewhere, we already got what we wanted! she's a burden to us now!" said a high pitched voice.

"But we could use her to blackmail the zogratis!" said a husky female voice.

"Do you think they care about her?! She's just a servant to them. She's easily replaceable, I don't think they cared if she died."

"but she seems close to them!" the female argued.

"shit! he's close!"

And the next thing you knew, you were being thrown off from somewhere high. Your instincts curled your body into a ball and braced for impact. Thankfully you landed on grass, but it was steep, so you rolled down and you got stuck where you were now.

You managed to free your blindfold when the binding magic was released from you, probably because your captors were focusing on escaping or found it no point to hold you captive any longer.

You drifted in and out of consciousness when finally you heard a familiar voice.

"y/n!!" you would recognise this dreamy voice anywhere. It was Zenon.

You eye lids struggled to keep itself open as you saw his attractive face. You forced a smile for him, "Zenon.."

"Keep awake," the youngest Zogratis carried you in his arms, "stay with me, I'll bring you back."

Zenon was about to open his portal and bring you back home when fire daggers was coming both your way.

Zenon's instincts were fast, he jumped away easily even while carrying you in his arms.

"The level of idiocy." He said as his blue eyes stared straight into the eyes of your attackers. "they actually came back when I stopped pursuing them.." he muttered under his breath and only you could hear him.

"Hehehe!" it was the same high pitched voice from before, it was from a chubby man, "Zenon Zogratis~ You're not so smug like earlier aren't you?"

"Told ya Polla," the husky female voice from earlier said to her partner, "she's important to them~"

Zenon was enraged, although his face gave away nothing, but you knew him long enough to know that those silent blue orbs were like the calm waves before a storm. And right now, the storm was already brewing and arriving at tremendous speed.

The female threw diamond shards at Zenon, to which he dodged again.

They continuously threw their attacks at him and Zenon avoided them with precision, holding you tightly in his arms. his grimoire rose and his bone magic was truly a sight to see up close, he tried attacking but he had to be on offence and defence at the same time.

The usual Zenon would defeat the both of them in no time, but now, he had to be careful of your wounds as he held you, careful of how he jumped and landed as he attacked and defended at the same time.

"Zenon.." you tugged onto his shirt, "put me down, it's okay.." at this point, you were in so much pain that you felt like you were already dying anyway. You knew you were a burden to Zenon.

"What they said is true, I can be easily replaced by another secretary, it's fine," you smiled at him again.

Zenon took one glance at you and he set you down carefully without a word. The attackers took this chance to attack but Zenon used his bone magic to create a shield to deflect their magic.

He helped you lean against a rock as he stood to face the two of them. He tilted his neck as the bones popped loudly. Then with the help of his hands, he cracked the other side of his neck as well.

"I seldom give people a chance. But when I do, they usually cherish it and run for their lives. You're the first two I've seen to come back." Zenon said so calmly and quietly as he walked towards them slowly, his beautiful blue orbs turning a shade darker.

"Mhmm," the female licked her lips, "I like it when you're serious, you're so hot~"

Zenon scoffed with a disgusted look on his face, "dumb and dumber."

He sprang ahead with so much speed, you blinked and you saw Zenon right at their faces.

The both of them were shocked. Their eyeballs widened in fear and trepidation, unable to process what they witnessed.

Zenon's bones pierced through the man in one swift move, causing him to cough out blood.

The female gasped and her fear seemed to turn into rage. Her eyes showed pure fury as her brows furrowed, wanting to tear Zenon into pieces for killing her partner without a single hesitation.

She rained diamonds on Zenon as she dashed towards you, wanting to kill you like how he killed her partner.

Your heart raced as she came for you, this was how you were going to die. You mind flashed to all the beautiful memories you had of the zogratis' siblings.. especially Zenon.

You mind brought you back to that day, where you both caught the sunrise at Zenon's favourite spot. How you noticed your fingers so close to each other, how you hoped that this hand could hold onto yours.

Zenon eyeballs followed the female, already anticipating what she would do to you. He was well prepared. He opened his portal and appeared right in front of you, his huge and majestic back facing you, protecting you from whatever dangers that may come.

His bones pierced through hers exactly the way it did to her partner.

Zenon dusted himself off as he adjusted his coat. He turned to you, his eyes as gentle as the peaceful ocean, "are you okay, y/n?"

You could only blink your eyes and give him a weak smile. You already felt yourself fading away.

It was then that Zenon Zogratis really panicked. You quickly picked you up and opened his portal again.

"Don't sleep, y/n." he nudged you gently, "stay awake. Focus."

"It's.. ok.." you managed to squeak.

"No. It's not. You are not easily replaceable. Who's going to watch the sunrise with me now that I'm already used to watching it with someone?" he confessed just like that.

"Who's going to remember what I like to eat and get it for me when I forget my meals? Who's going to mend my coat when there's holes in them?" he continued.

You chuckled. He knew it all these while, he noticed everything you did for them and him.

"Save her life at all cost." Zenon told the doctors. You were already at the Spade medical centre. Zenon's portal was really amazing, just as he was.

You finally saw him in battle today, in such a close up view. He was so mesmerising and charming, you wouldn't forget that image until the day you die.

In others' eyes, Zenon was cold and ruthless. But you knew better than anyone else. Behind this icy walls and strong front, he was caring and soft. He was a charming gentleman that would do anything for the ones he loved.

-end-

[gladiolus-justbecause]

How Long?

(Dante Zogratis x reader drabble)

When Morganna awakes, she is warm. It’s dark in the room still, besides from the dark grayish blue the sky dons in the early morning leaking through the windows, and it takes a bit for her eyes to adjust. Surprisingly, Dante is in bed with her, chest rising and falling as he sleeps. Usually he would be up at this hour, since he always starts his days early.

She smiles softly and makes no action to move from where she’s curled up at his side. She knows he’s a light sleeper, unlike her, and doesn’t want to wake him. She closes her eyes and relishes within his warmth, slowly falling asleep once again.

He’s sitting at the edge of the bed when she wakes up for the second time, hair tussled and eyes sleepy. She adores seeing him in disorder the few times she manages to wake up with him. Many always see him tidy, hair slicked back and eyes shining with evil, but she gets to be one of the few that will see him in the most humane way; half-asleep, eyes dulled with tiredness.

She knows he disagrees.

She sits up and wraps her arms around his shoulders, resting her head on his back. He grabs her hands clasped at his chest but makes no move to separate them. “Come back to bed and get a bit more sleep with me. Please?” she murmurs.

“I have things to get done,” he protests.

“And more than enough time to do them. C’mon,” she drags him back into the covers and lays on his chest, not letting him get up. He sighs, not putting up a fight, and nuzzles into her neck.

She can’t help the smile on her face.

(They’re kinda like Persephone and Hades from Hadestown but obviously Dante doesn’t really care as much about Morganna in the sad truth lol)

[taelqn]

DOMINANCE AND GRACE

This was initially just going to be hcs about Dante with a reader that’s like Shinobu but I ended up going so off track I’m so sorry to my friend who requested this 🥲🙏💜 I hope you still enjoy it <3

WARNINGS: FEMALE READER + HEADCANONS BUT ALSO A SMALL DRABBLE (I THINK ITS CALLED A DRABBLE..?)

SUMMARY: Dante Zogratis with a reader he just met that’s similar to Shinobu Kocho + fighting

Dante's first encounter with news of you likely came from a report filed by one of his Dark Disciples. Your reputation as a formidable adversary, despite your stature, captured his immediate interest. It's not often he hears of someone so petite causing such a significant disruption to both his siblings and his own plans. Your presence piqued his curiosity and left him both intrigued and entertained. So right off the bat, he absolutely has to meet you and see if you really live up to what his Dark Disciples say about you.

Unfortunately, despite his curiosity, Dante's packed schedule and ambitious projects kept him from crossing paths with you. While he's not one to shy away from a confrontation when necessary, his demanding agenda often took precedence. So it wasn't until much later that he finally had the opportunity to encounter you in person.

"Ah, you must be Y/N," the handsome man with piercing green eyes remarked, his tone laced with arrogance and authority as he looked down at you.

You've been a constant thorn in the side of the Zogratis siblings, disrupting their plans time and again, yet you’ve never encountered one of them face-to-face. You knew for a fact that they harbored a deep-seated desire to end your interference. With a furrowed brow, you absorbed the gravity of the moment, fully aware of the reputation that preceded the Zogratis siblings, especially Dante. His gaze traveled up and down your form, almost as if he were appraising you. Your furrowed brows morphed into a single raised eyebrow, a silent question echoing in your mind: What the hell was he doing?

"Excuse me," you interjected with a hint of disdain. "I suggest you keep your focus on the battle unfolding before us," you added pointedly, maintaining the raised eyebrow as a testament to your perplexity.

"What?" he chuckled, amusement dancing in his handsome green eyes. "Is admiring beauty off-limits?" His gaze lingered on your figure once more before extending a hand, as if presenting an offer. "Why don't you be my woman?" His audacious proposal nearly caused you to choke, leaving you bewildered by Dante's unexpected proposition. What was this man playing at?

"Absolutely not," you assert firmly, regaining your composure. In mere moments of being in his presence, you've resolved to swiftly put an end to this situation before Dante can wreak havoc on the lives of innocents. You draw your nichirin blade, poised for action. A smirk graces Dante's lips at the sight, amused by the prospect of facing off against such a diminutive opponent. "I suppose I can indulge you for a while," he remarks casually, making no move to draw a weapon of his own. Yet you sense a latent power emanating from him, something beyond the realm of conventional weaponry. Nevertheless, you remain steadfast and prepared for whatever lies ahead.

And, well, the entirety of the battle consists of you both fighting and flirting—with the flirting obviously coming from Dante and not you. He just can’t resist flirting with a beautiful and strong woman like you. So the whole time throughout the battle, not only are you annoyed, but his flirtatious remarks toward you only drive your determination to finish him even more.

After a few more minutes of intense combat, Dante comes to a realization: you're far from weak. Despite your petite stature, you display remarkable agility, intelligence, and composure, and you even land blows on him here and there. As the battle unfolds, he finds himself torn between finding you attractive and being annoyed by your persistence. Yet, there's an undeniable fascination with witnessing how adeptly you handle yourself and how your every move is calculated and strategic. The conflict within him only adds to the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he grapples with the mix of irritation and admiration sparked by your formidable yet alluring presence.

Your attempt to poison Dante with the venom from your nichirin blade proved futile, thwarted by his Body Magic. Frustratingly, despite your best efforts, the poison had no discernible effect on him. With your agility being your only saving grace thus far, the realization dawned on you that your situation had become increasingly dire. As Dante brandished a katana, poised to strike, the gravity of the impending danger set in. Yet, your determination remained to defeat the undefeatable man.

In the end, victory belonged to Dante, leaving frustration coursing through your veins at both the outcome and his insufferable remarks in the aftermath of your defeat. The sting of failure was compounded by his taunts.

As Dante closed in on your defeated and bloodied figure, now kneeling on the ground, a chuckle escaped his lips at the sight before him. The composed facade you once maintained had crumbled, replaced by a visage of anger, frustration, and exhaustion. Despite the agony coursing through your body, he couldn't deny the captivating allure of your vulnerability in this moment of defeat. You joined the ranks of those who had fallen before him, yet Dante found himself intensely intrigued by your resilience.

"Strong, smart, fierce, and..." Dante's voice trailed off as he glanced down at your defeated form, his words hanging in the air. "Small," he concluded, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. Despite the urge to retort with something snarky, you held your tongue, acutely aware that any further provocation might seal your fate.

Suddenly, Dante extends his hand once more, echoing his earlier proposition. "Be my woman," he repeats, a charming smile gracing his features. Despite your intention to remain silent to avoid further provocation, you find yourself unable to resist the urge to respond. "Go to hell," you retort fiercely. Dante's smile completely vanishes from his face, replaced by a steely expression. "What did you say?" he demands, his tone tinged with warning.

"I said," you emphasize, your voice dripping with defiance, "go. to. hell." Dante's laughter rings out, though it carries more of a mocking tone than genuine amusement. Abruptly, his laughter subsides, replaced by a dead-serious expression. "You see," he continues, a sinister edge creeping into his smile. "I wasn't asking you." With a swift motion, he seizes you by the collar of your shirt, drawing you closer to his face with a menacing grip. He looked like he was thinking about something—thinking about a decision.

He clicks his tongue.

"Ah, I know," Dante says, his expression and tone now calm. "Instead of sending you to hell, how about I take you there myself?" His smirk widens, a sinister glint in his eyes as he trails a finger along your jawline, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. The dark intent behind his words hangs heavy in the air.