#seriously i really love vergil

[cheeriochat]

I am so in love with vergil it's crazy.

He's just my little guy I put in my pocket and carry around

He's my sweet pookie girlfriend wife

He's the guy I chew on and shake around like a dog

[dadbots]

D//MC redraws / sketches.

[ollieolliewrld]

DMC Men on Valentine's Day (SFW/NSFW)

Gender-neutral reader! NSFW is marked before it begins for each <3

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Dante 

☆Dante had never taken Valentine's Day seriously

☆Before he met you there was no real love in his life so the day meant nothing to him

☆With you in his life though, he is determined to make Valentine’s Day the best day of the year

☆Very stereotypical setup, he got the flowers, the candy, the floor covered in flower petals, and your shared apartment is fully lit up by candles

☆He is pulling out all of the stops by making you your favorite dinner and treating you to a romantic bubble bath

☆He has never done romantic stuff before and he’s actually really into it 

☆Dante finds decorating and setting everything up to be very fun and keeps imagining your reaction when you arrive home and see everything

☆When you do arrive home your reaction is better than he imagined as you wrap your arms around him tightly planting kisses on his lips, nose, and cheeks

☆You were not expecting this and are so grateful for the effort he put in 

☆First, he helps you take off your coat, takes your bags from you, and then leads you to the dining table where the food is set up

☆The meal is delicious and you can taste the love he put into it, he tells you how he had a small mishap while cooking and you both laugh and talk for hours

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆After dessert, Dante leads you into the bathroom where he has a bath ready for the two of you 

☆He stands behind you planting kisses on your neck and down your shoulders slowly taking off your clothes

☆Once you are down to just your underwear you start to undress him starting by taking off his shirt, kissing all over his chest, and running your hands over his abs

☆You drop to your knees as he reaches down to undo his belt, eagerly you pull down his jeans and boxers and are met with his semi-hard length

☆Taking your hand around it you spit onto his tip and spread it over the head of his cock beginning to stroke him

☆“God, I love the way you do that, Baby” Dante groans as he looks down to meet your eyes

☆You lock eyes with him as you take him into your mouth swirling your tongue his tip still using your hand to stroke him

☆Taking his cock further into your mouth prompts Dante to place his hand on the back of your head gently pushing you to take him deeper down your throat, “Just like that, you’re doing so well for me” 

☆You bob your head using your free hand to brace yourself until he stops you brings you up to standing and pulls you into a kiss

☆“You are so good to me, but today is about you,” he says as he takes your hand to lead you into the tub

☆Dante spends the night exploring your body and making sure you are satisfied before finally lying down in your shared bedroom where he has put several dozens of flower bouquets around 

☆He holds you against his chest drawing patterns on your back as he whispers about his love for you until you fall asleep 

Vergil

☆This man loves you more than you will ever know 

☆However, he is clueless when it comes to things like Valentine’s Day

☆This doesn't mean he isn't going to try as he does want to spend this day with you and show you how much you mean to him

☆Valentine’s with Vergil is simple and meaningful 

☆He plans to make dinner with you playing music while you two work together to prepare the meal

☆A song will come on that Vergil specifically made sure was on the playlist 

☆When the first note plays he stops what he’s doing to take your hand and pull you to his chest 

☆One hand goes to your waist and the other takes your hand in his as he leads you in a slow dance 

☆Having you close to him allows him to shower you with compliments and tell you just how much you mean to him

☆He ends the dance with a kiss on your cheek and you two go back to work 

☆You work seamlessly together to set the table and plate the food 

☆The meal is beautiful and the conversation you share is deep and full of love

☆After you are done eating you go to begin cleaning but Vergil stops you and hands you an envelope telling you he wants you to read it while he takes care of the dishes

☆Puzzled you nod and go to the couch to open the letter 

☆Inside is a beautifully written note recounting your relationship from the day he met you until now saying how grateful he is to have you in his life

☆You begin to cry before you can get to the end and by this time he has come to sit beside you wiping away your tears

☆“You are the world to me, the end to my suffering,” he says as he places a kiss on your lips

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆You deepen the kiss running your hand through his hair and gently tugging at his white locks

☆Vergil groans into your mouth pulling you onto his lap not once taking his lips off of yours

☆He places his hands on your ass gently squeezing as he pulls you into him

☆You begin to roll your hips into his starting to feel him harden underneath you

☆Breaking the kiss he leans his head to look at you fully

☆“Be good for me and get on your hands and knees” he asks guiding you with his hands

☆You happily oblige feeling him take off your pants from behind you 

☆Making quick work of your shirt you turn to see Vergil now undressed behind you slowly stroking his cock

☆He pulls out a bottle of your favorite lube and applies a generous amount to his now swollen member 

☆Placing a hand on your hip he guides the tip of his cock to your entrance

☆“Take it all for me, Baby,” as he slowly slides into you

☆His thrusts are deep starting slowly

☆He wants you to feel him fully each time he enters you

☆Grabbing your hips with both hands he guides you back to fuck yourself on his cock

☆Your moans fuel him as he changes the pace to a faster one 

☆When he’s about to cum he grabs your hair to pull your back against his chest 

☆As he finishes he whispers in your ear, “You are mine and I will never let you go” 

Nero

☆This man has all of the right intentions but cannot plan to save his life

☆He had so many ideas of what to do with you on Valentine’s Day, so excited to show you how much he loves and cares for you 

☆But he did not check his calendar and now here the two of you are on Valentine’s Day driving to kick some demon ass

☆He thought it was weird that Nico wasnt here to drive but he forgot about it as he was too focused on designing a bouquet of flowers for you in his head

☆Nero starts up a conversation as he usually does, you seem off but once again he is so preoccupied with what restaurant to make reservations at he figures that he’ll ask you about it later

☆It was a small job only taking the two of you about an hour and something falls out of your bag as you were packing things up

☆Nero picks it up thinking that he’s helping you but he notices that it’s a cutely wrapped box with his name on it

☆You see what’s in his hand and lock eyes with him unsure of what to say next

☆This is when it clicks, today is Valentine’s Day

☆Immediately he begins to apologize attempting to explain what happened and how he lost track of time and promising to make it up to you

☆You stop him and tell him that you aren’t angry and tell him to open the box

☆He opens it to find a note stating that you were sorry for forgetting what today was

☆You tell him that you also had plans for today but did not look at the calendar until today, only having time for what is currently in his hands

☆He starts laughing and pulls you into a bear hug, you two hold each other as you laugh over what happened realizing that a day didn't matter, the bond you had was unbreakable and the love you share is stronger than anything life throws at you

* NSFW FROM HERE IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 LOOK AWAY *

☆Getting back into the van all of the awkward air is gone and you can now just enjoy each other's company 

☆You look over at him from the passenger seat and start noticing how good Nero looks today

☆While he rambles on about what take-out food to get for tonight you begin to run your hand over his thigh

☆It takes a minute for him to pick up on what you’re up to but once you begin stroking his cock through his pants he shuts up

☆His grip on the wheel tightens trying to keep focus on the road

☆“You keep this up and we might crash, Sweetheart,” He says aware of how hard he is now

☆Taking this as a challenge more than a warning you undo his belt and he lefts his hips to pull his pants down freeing his cock already dripping with precum

☆You undo your seatbelt hoping to take him into your mouth but your plans come to a halt as you feel him abruptly pull over

☆“Get in the back now,” Nero says as he puts the van in park and takes the keys out of the ignition

☆Quickly you get to the back and undress watching as he does the same

☆Nero lays you on your back taking one of your legs in his hand and bringing it up to his shoulder

☆He spits into his hand and spreads it over his cock before he lines up with your entrance

☆Locking eyes with you he says, “I love you and I never want you to forget that,” as he pushes into you fully

☆The gasp that leaves your lips tells him everything he needs to know 

☆Fucking you in the back of a car was not what either of you planned on for Valentine’s Day but you know he will more than makeup for it when you get home

Author's note: This is my first NSFW post! I have more detailed posts that I am working on and will be writing longer and more detailed stories both SFW and NSFW for individual characters soon <3<3

[strawberrieslovethere]

Demon Twins and Head

This is my first post. I was supposed to post something yesterday for Vergils rebirth, but I was struggling with this site and the tags are getting me too. Someone help this dumb baby (Hey, I'm but two days old.) And seriously do feel I've been in hell since the fourth DMC at least, so give me a break and maybe help. Also there are probably errors in this one. This is NSFT-Minors Do not interact.⚠️

There is head and cum in in this one it's chill though it's just those hot demon twin boys cum.

DANTE:

Dante is estatic about how fervent you are to suck him off. It really gets to him, he plays it cool like hes unfazed, but he is very satisfied with you. Doing this for him turns you on so much, hes so goldlike in his build and so is his cock, of course you wanna suck it.You palm his bulge in his pants your manicured french tips curl lightly at the fabric."You really wanna suck my cock huh baby ?" He smiles. "Dante" you whine his words go straight to your cunt and your cute sounds to his cock."Go for it babe." He watches as you undo his button and pull down his zipper.You pull down the fabric of his boxers and it bounces out. He's so big your mouth opens in awe. Your mouth instantly waters. His tip is leaking precum you decide to give him a show, as you kitten lick all around the tip and then you lick the leaking tip and pull back sticky cum still connecting his cock to your tongue he gasps and his cock twitches you flick and suck just the tip using  your wet mouth. Your eyes glimmering at him, while his eyes are fixed on you and his cock. You lap and lick all the way from his cockhead to the base. You holding his cock you repeat this onthe right and and left side then lick  the underside from the base twirling your tongue side to side and up and down all the way back to the tip till its all wet. Then you put the tip in your pretty mouth Dante agasps and croons "oh baby fuck." You mewl as you swirl your tongue around the top really wet with spit using the soft underside of your tongue on the velvety skin . You pull off slightly strands of spit are sticking to your plush lips and his cock and some drop to the floor."fuck" He pants and softly grunts. WIth one hand flat on his thigh near his groin and the other cupping his ass You push his cock back in your mouth as deep as you can till your gagging and fucking your mouth over And over.hes grunting and moaning hissing through his teeth. Fuck his noises are making you wet.His balls hitting your chin, each time you thrust it deep in your mouth. Your mewling and wining onto his cock. and You've become so cockdrunk , your pussys clenching itself and your bucking your hips to each time you thrust his cock into your mouth, as if  more than just your mouth was getting pounded. Your clear slick is dripping to the floor "Oh princess your pussy is so fuckin  wet" He's unable to keep from moaning and mewling from what your doing with your mouth. You keep this up  a while,then  pull off with a pop. Just to repeat it again. "Pop." You jerk him a few times at the base,Caressing his balls. You suck his cock really wet and fast so that spit drips down your chin.Each sound he makes prompt you. knowing hes enjoying getting his cock fucked by your mouth. "Yeah suck that big cock oh fuck" he moans  "baby. Ohh...you gonna swallow my cum right angel?" "ummmhuuuummm" you humm around His cock. He shoots his massive load unable to keep from fucking your mouth his gloved hand grabs your hair while transluscent thick cum paints your mouth and throat you gulp it all down.Hes huffing panting as you lick any cum left on his cock. Some running down  your chin to the floor.  You swipe and lap it back up.After a spell of gasping and panting he says "Good girl always drinks every drop."

VERGIL: You absolutely love to suck his cock it turns you on so much. His body is just ethereal perfection, that of a god and the cock of one too. He smells so good and You are so eager to suck him.Your on your knees already totally wet staring up at him lustily admiring him. He unzips his pants. Your gulp when you see his huge cock jut up from out of his pants causes him to grin. Your mouth waters, You wimper. "Vergil." you bite your pillowy bottom lip." Suck nymph" he commands. Your heart flutters You immediately start by kitten licking  the bulbous tip with sopping wet swirls that connect a strand of saliva from the tip to your lips when you pull back which causes Vergil to let out a low groan you see the glimmer in his eyes of pure lust . Oooh,his sound makes you mewl and open your mouth, putting  just the tip in and gently start sucking. You use the soft underside of your tongue to roll it around the tip moving your tongue  side to side and up and down. Using really wet licks back and forth till it trickles drips down his length and your chin. You fuck it in and out and whine as you do so. It turnes you on so much. His cock is so big and has you pushing it in deeper.You love it when he starts making the hottest grunting and growling sounds, it causes you to whine and moan around his throbbing cock in your mouth. Using your hand with long deep strokes you fuck it deep in your mouth and its hitting your throat. You stoke his V area above his cock and move to his balls gently stroking, grazing his skin ever so slightly with your manicured nails.Your rubbing your thighs together grinding into nothing but your own plush cuntwalls, envopeing onto itself gripping tight. You gag on his cock, but it just turns you on even more.He loves getting off to you getting off,  to him getting off.As you fuck your mouth with his cock mimicking how it would be like fucking your pussy. You look At him with cute doe eyes."So good,thats right nymph good girl. Your mine."He pets your hair, you keep sucking. His words urging you on. Briefly you lick the tip letting your spit be sticky on his cock to your tongue. Then go back to sucking. You see his brows furrow and his mouth slightly hanging open a moment then he hisses behind gritted teeth. You hold steady with this pace sucking him off as hes growling and grunting.  You whine as his balls get taut on your chin. You whine knowing he's about to shoot his yummy load of cum. You feel his cock jolt and he lets out a strangled guteral grunt his hips thrust his cock plugging it in your throat spurt after spurt of hot thick cum coat your throat and mouth you swallow every drop. He gasps as you pull him out so you can lap up any last bit on his cock of anything that might leak out out.He pants out, "Woo." "Vergil!" you mewl at his cute sounds.Cum and saliva dripping off your chin down to yout breast he sees your pussy dripping your viscous girlcum to the floor. You paw at the cum on your chin and lick your hand. Moments later he smirks. "My nymph soo wet from just sucking my cock."

note:sorry but the boys get angry if they don't get equal threatment.

[icycoldninja]

Hello! Can you do a dmc boys + v with a erza scarlet (from fairy tail) reader like s/o? She is a great magic swordswoman and weapons master, she is often strict and serous when it comes to serious situations but deep down inside she is very caring and warm towards the people she loves and loves sweets and cute girly things.

OH MY GOD YESSSS! I LOVE FAIRY TAIL! THAT'S SO COOL YOU WATCH IT TOO! YEEEEEEEEE! DMC X FAIRY TAIL, SOME OF MY FAVORITE THINGS ALL IN ONE!👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆

Sparda boys + V x Erza-like!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Oh, Dante loves a girl who can both kick his ass and be willing to give him forehead kisses and cuddles whenever he wants them.

-Will definitely want to spar with you, not only to test your skills and hone his, but to help you improve.

-Loves to watch your magic at work; the fact that you can Requip into different outfits not limited to armor alone is incredible and makes him wish he had that power. He'd never have to physically change clothes again!

-Always lets you take charge during missions. You keep a cool head under pressure, always know what to do, and can easily come up with a plan, or part of one, at least.

-Dante knows that deep down inside you're still a girly girl, and of course, will treat you like the princess you know you are, from taking you places to just covering you in kisses and giving you a relaxing massage.

-Will buy you strawberry cake whenever you want it, usually including a few scoops of strawberry ice cream to go with it.

■ Vergil ■

-As a powerful and MOTIVATED swordswoman, you have gained Vergil's respect.

-He sees your commanding nature and level-headedness as a great asset, as well as something he can relate to.

-He appreciates your ability to think on your feet and analyze the enemy. In battle, you're basically a female version of him with magic.

-Vergil appreciates your sweet, feminine side too. Sometimes there are dark days where he feels less motivated than usual, which is when he could use a reassuring pep talk or maybe just a lap to lie in.

-Shares your (and Dante's) passion for strawberry themed desserts.

-Is also very curious about your magic and likes to watch you Requip into different clothes, wondering how many outfits you have at your disposal.

□ Nero □

-Thinks it's really cool that you can change your clothes magically, always surprised with your arsenal of armor.

-Wants to train with you all the time because you two make a badass team.

-Your seriousness is a welcome counteraction to his rash decision making, as you can stop him (forcibly so, if necessary) from doing something stupid.

-Nero likes that under all that toughness, you have a delicate heart, and does his best to take care of you in that regard.

-Will 100% buy you dresses, skirts, cute tops, and whatever else you might want.

-Also buys you any desserts you might crave--including strawberry cake.

● V ●

-V was afraid of you at first. Your headstrong, strict, and serious nature made him think you would hurt him, which wouldn't be hard thanks to his poor health.

-Thinks you're amazing when you fight. He could write epics and poetic songs detailing your feats.

-Once he got to see your magic, he was so inspired, he wrote poems for 8 hours straight and wore out his wrist.

-He never expected you to have a caring, girly side, but after seeing just how sweet you really are, realized that this was your true personality.

-This is great, because sometimes he gets violent nightmares and needs comfort.

-Wants to learn how to make strawberry cake for you.

[yanderelovlies]

𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴

Note: something cute and simple for you all

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ, and DMC

Character(s): Joseph, Sunny Day Jack, Dante Sparda, and V

Sunny Day Jack

Thought other people couldn't see or feel him like you could you still like to occasionally mention him to strangers you know you won't meet again.

For instance, tonight you and Jack had to decide to get takeout since you didn't feel like cooking after work, and pancakes didn't sound good.

So as soon as you got home you called up your favorite food place, and began to place the order.

"What do you want dear?"

"Oh, a simple burger and fries are fine sunshine."

You smiled and nodded "and my husband wants just a burger and fries please!"

Jack's head swung in your direction, and he just stared at you. Did you just call him your husband?

When you were done with your call Jack immediately was at your side his hand on your face as he gives you a very passionate kiss.

When you separated you could see the love and adoration in his eyes "I think I really like being called your husband sunshine."

Joseph

It wasn't a surprise to see you and Joseph out around town. Ever since he got his job he loves to take you places, and get you things he couldn't before. However this time you insisted on spoiling him.

It was weird for him at first, but eventually, it felt nice to be taken care of. What he didn't expect was when the two of you stopped at In and Out burger for lunch.

You had made your order to the man behind the counter. When the man turned to Joseph for his order you spike up.

"My husband wants the number three please!"

While you continued to talk to the cashier paying for the meal all Joseph could do was stare at you. Not only didn't you remember what he wanted, but you call him your husband??

His face turned red as he looked away trying to hide it. It wasn't until the two of you were sitting at the table does he takes your hand, his face still red, but a smile on his face.

"Thank you my lovely spouse for doing this for me." He kissed the top of your hand his eyes never leaving yours "I love you so much."

Dante Sparda

Being the son of Sparda meant there was always someone trying to pick a fight with Dante. This was no exception as one of the local churchgoers decided it was a great idea to rant and rave in front of the shop.

While they didn't dare step foot in the building their voices could still be heard making Dante let out a sigh. He was seriously getting tired of this.

You would think saving the city multiple times would give him more credit than his name. Finally he stood and made his way outside.

He opened his mouth to yell but he was interrupted by your voice.

"HEY! Don't you guys have any respect? Do know how many times my husband has saved you from demon hoards?!"

The crowd grew silent, but Dante's brain was going a million miles an hour. You called him YOUR husband. Dante felt giddy like kid.

So he practically bounced over to you as he threw his arm around you. From the corner of your eye, you could almost mistake him for his younger self by how excited he looked.

"Now get out of here my amazing spouse and I have some other business to attention to."

V

The two of you were lying in your room. The light from the silent TV was the only thing lighting the dark room. It has been hard for V to cope with the fact the was no longer Vergil. It got worse when Vergil was around.

"It's like seeing a ghost." That is how V describes it.

Today happened to be one of those days so after the mission he asked to come over which happily accepted. As soon as he came over the two of you immediately ended up cuddling on your bed his face on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair.

You kissed the top of his head as you began to whisper sweet nothings to him. This is what V has been missing out on his whole life.

"My sweet husband. Always working so hard."

V's breath caught in his throat. Your....husband? Did you truly love him that much? He looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you have seen.

"Husband...?"

You smiled at him "Yeah one day I would like to make that true. If that's what you want too that is."

He stared at you a little longer before he smiled back at you "I would like nothing more my darling spouse."

[philistiniphagottini]

Rec List

This is my first time doing one of these posts so I hope this doesn't turn out chaotic. This post is going to be my rec list because I follow so many amazing and talented x reader writers/artists and I just want to show them love and give them the appreciation they deserve. Since this post may turn out to be long, I will put it all under a read more and I will try to only write a few sentences for everyone or I will ramble on for 15 pages. Please scroll to the end to see any extra notes.

@imastrangeone98 We share a lot of similar interests in fandoms/characters and they are a really nice and chill person. I love reading whatever they post and I absolutely devoured their most recent boothill x reader fic. I could probably write a five page essay on how much I adore them but just know they are an amazing writer.

@sleepygirltumblestoohard Very big into Naruto, especially Madara Uchiha and honestly?? Can't blame them, impeccable tastes. They do write for other Naruto characters don't worry though. I love anything Uchiha related and they write both canon x reader and canon x oc. I know they are currently trying hard to improve their writing and I think they're doing a great job. Keep it up.

@spiiiiiral They are such an amazing little artist and is very big into Yugioh. I absolutely love their arts featuring thief king bakura and yami marik. I like their art style and I'm always excited to see more from them. And they will absolutely convert you into liking the characters that they like. I'm talking full blown essays, they are very persuasive.

@ayyy-pee JJK obsessed and I am so here for it. They are a really, really great writer. I mostly read their JJK one-shots (specifically suguru because I am down bad for that man) but I regularly see them also have a bunch of longer series that they write and there is so many words they have to offer that you can devour. Seriously, if you are into JJK please check them out. I'm pretty sure they also have an open collab event going on so if that's your thing, drop on by.

@tehrevving mostly Devil May Cry, Final Fantasy and Resident Evil. Very talented writer and they have been around for a long time. They have recently been writing a vincent valentine x reader multi chapter fic that I have been bookmarking so i can read later. Chaotic blog, absolutely adore it. love getting notifs on whatever they write.

@queenmuzz mostly Devil May Cry enthusiast but I have seen other fandoms pop up now and then. I love reading their Vergil fics, very nice writing style that just scratches an itch in my brain. They are very nice and welcoming to all, check them out.

@princesschimchim1325 Lots of Honkai Star Rail and I think they are recently getting into Wuthering Waves. Very good writer and they have a bias towards anything related to Blade, Yingxing, Dan Feng and Dan Heng. I love reading whatever they come up with and enjoy their shenanigans.

@husbandomail they have recently moved to this new blog but I believe they have a link to their old blog. Very nice and sweet and they write mostly one-shots and headcannons. They are into a few different fandoms but I enjoy reading what they write for Yugioh and Pokémon. Very pretty blog theme and an amazing little writer. Keep it up!

@imagine-darksiders mostly darksiders, fnaf and I think I've seen bowser pop up a few times. Double trouble because they are so, so talented with both drawing and writing. You can tell they have been dedicated to their craft for years. Seriously I love all the Darksiders writing and drawings they have produced over the years. Their writing is so poetic and they have a lot of ongoing series you can sink your teeth into.

@mubabee amazing artist. multifandom blog but I mostly adore their honkai star rail, genshin impact and demon slayer drawings. I am also a big fan of when they genderbend characters and I seriously am so happy to find artists that love drawing y/n x characters. Check them out for some good art.

@demonichikikomori multi fandom blog but I have noticed a lot of twisted wonderland recently. a lot of headcannons and one shots and I love reading through their works whenever they pop up on my feed.

@rabbbitseason x reader artist. such pretty and amazing drawings. feeding the honkai star rail community so good. I get so excited when another new drawing graces my eyes, please check out their nice artworks.

@kuroshioi new/recent writer that popped up in the last couple of months. mostly into honkai star rail and genshin impact. a lot of short, bite size pieces but they are very nice little reads and I think they are doing an amazing job.

@lorelune such a talented and amazing writer. Mainly for Honkai Star Rail. I love reading their long one-shots and whatever they write for Jing Yuan and Blade. Their descriptions in their writing just satisfies that itch I get in the back of my head. Seriously, I just want to print their words out and devour them, they are so, so good at writing. currently on hiatus

@honeyedgifts recently moved to this new blog. I love reading their bite sized fics and ramblings about the characters they like. very chill person. I believe they are thinking of going on hiatus soon but you should still check them out and share the love!

Okay, I believe that's it and I really hope I didn't miss anyone. If your name is on this list and it makes you uncomfortable, please let me know through my dms and I can take you off. I believe all these artists/writers deserve more love so please check them out and give them a follow if you like what you see. Thanks for reading.

[lxstfuleclipse]

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

Thanks ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

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

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

cw: mentions of blood and bodily injury!

【ＤＡＮＴＥ】

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

【 V E R G I L 】

“Vergil, I promise it’s fine!”

“Lie still.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sleep well, my sparrow.”

【 REBLOGS APPRECIATED! 】

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

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

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

MINORS DNI--Seriously, go away >:[

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “I do not!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “Dante stares at your ass a lot.”

     Once again, you choked on your drink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     He said nothing and shut the door. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “Everything okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

     He shrugged, "Don’t care."

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

===

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

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

     Another set of knocks. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

===

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

     That’s when you showed up in his life. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     You froze.

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

     “I-- What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “O-oh…”

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

     You smiled sheepishly, “Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “Really?”

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

     You laughed.

     “What?”

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

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

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

===

     “You coming?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “No,” he attempted to stand again.

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

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

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

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

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

     “No, I am fine.”

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

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

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

     “You could’ve gotten hurt.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “Do you remember why I hired you?”

     “Because you said you needed company..?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “Hm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “I’m not… interrupting, am I..?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “Trish!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     A soft huffed laugh came from his nose.

     “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     A shiver ran up your spine as you completely froze. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “What~Ah~!” 

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

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

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

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

     “Whatcha gonna do about it, hm?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[fabdante]

the one about vergil being jealous of dante

i would like to share my girlfriends theory about vergils thoughts during that bridge scene for mission 7 which i full heartedly agree with

so im talking about the one at the bridge. kat just told dante her whole deal and dante and her are cool now. they meet vergil at the bridge and tell dante about how he needs to break into bob barbas jail. vergil says kat can't go, dante says shes done enough, she warns him about this situation, dante says it'll be lovely and winks at her before going

and vergil just...stares at kat

he just stares at kat

the camera specifically pans to him and holds on him staring at kat. so its important to ninja theory that we see this moment, that we see vergil looking at kat here. we are meant to get something out of this.

according to my very lovely and very smart and very talented girlfriend who is also very enlightened and got me to ship vergil and kat, a possibility here is this is when vergil's mindset shifts.

let me explain.

(i also talk about this in my really long post, the really long list of kat and vergil things )

prior to this mission, kat kind of really does not like dante. this is very clear to me with like...most of their interactions and her body language. she doesn't like it when he waves a gun in her face. she doesn't like it when he makes her job difficult and tries not to go with her. she doesn't like how he talks about humanity (she goes to argue with him about this until vergil stops her, which she also does not like). she doesn't like that he doesn't take her seriously when he asks her about her spells (then proceeds to wipe his fingers off on her). she doesn't like that when she tries to tell him things will be rough in limbo at paradise that he looks at her, says he 'likes it rough', then winks. she really does not like that one, we see her collect herself after this moment before she proceeds to talk to vergil because she does not like it. she does not seem to like how he's not taking a lot of things seriously. she does not like the confused tone he takes when he questions her going to limbo to escape her 'nightmares' (code word for kat's abusive household) because he doesn't understand how things could be worse for her then limbo.

and it's fair to note that there are moments between these moments where they get along! they have a bonding moment in mission 4 about her learning how to do spells and how the cans remind dante of spray cheese (also notable she's talking about vergil in this scene also, but i digress). they have another bonding moment in virility where they talk about their similar backstories.

but its also important to note she is often frustrated with him at this point in the game. and even more important that vergil knows that she's frustrated with dante. the singular conversation we see between kat and vergil in the game is about how kat doesn't trust dante and she finds him frustrating. this was so important for us to know it is the singular scene kat and vergil have alone in the entire game and we get it in the second mission of the game. she asks vergil if he thinks this will work because she thinks it won't, because she distrusts dante so much after just having met him she's doubting this whole plan they put together.

i've rambled enough though my point is this. kat does not like dante for a good chunk of the early game and she does not trust him.

but by the point of the bridge, she does.

it's fair to say the game is, in part, about dante and kat's relationship. it's about dante learning how to trust kat. but he does that pretty quick, the bigger part is dante getting kat to trust and like him. which he seems to figure out very quickly she does not. you can see it in the fact that he stops making comments like he does after mission 2. he instead focuses on trying to get to know her.

now, this i think ties into my meta on mission 19 where i talked about how dante is smarter then we give him credit for. certainly some of this is him trying to figure out the situation he's found himself in and kat is an in to learn about that situation. he's correctly deduced that kat and vergil are close, so kat is very close to this organization and the plan and probably knows a lot about this whole thing so he can learn about it through her.

but he also seems to genuinely want kat to trust and like him, given he is from very early on, pretty vulnerable with her. he tells her about his childhood before she gives him the details on hers and everything. he realizes to get her to trust him, he needs to trust her.

which gets us to the car scene.

i've talked about the car scene in my really long 'every single kat and vergil moment' list post. but i'm going to do that again here from a slightly different angle, that being the dante and kat relationship growth angle.

this scene is key because its where kat finally decides to trust dante.

she finally lets her walls down (kats theme playing, her hood coming down, all those fun little cues) and she tells him about her past, about vergils role in it, and about her goals. it's an interesting scene. i mean dante flat out tells her he trusts her and he wants her to trust him. he flat out tells her that he wants to know about her, and also vergil. he flat out tells her she can trust him to finish this with her. he's very upfront, he's very vulnerable, and he's very honest, something kat seems to resonate with.

i think up to this point we're seeing a slow progression of kat getting to know dante, getting to know how they're similar (in both conflicting and complimenting ways), and relating to the fact they had similarly traumatic experiences in their lives.

dante is not like vergil. he lacked the privilege's vergil clearly grew up in with his wealth, both adopted into and self made, and just the general stability of his up bringing. dante and kat have a lot in common in this way, it's a lot to relate to that vergil just...can't understand, not on that level. and like i said there's a lot of similarities with kat and dante, vergil flat out compares them in the aforementioned mission 2 scene ('he's raw. like you were when i first found you' or whatever the direct quote is).

so, this is where we are at with the bridge scene.

this is all that's happened.

from vergil's point of view he, notably, knows directly that kat does not trust or exactly like dante. he knows this has been hard for her. he knows that kat and dante are similar people. he knows that kat and dante just spent a lot of time together.

he knows there are just some things about both kat and dante that he is just never going to understand.

and then we get to the bridge. we get to the bridge and kat and dante are getting along swimmingly. dante is protecting her, saying she's done enough, that he doesn't need her to come with him. dante winks at her and kat doesn't do anything in response (unlike the last time dante did something like that). they're, fairly suddenly, fine. especially if we assume, as ninja theory implies, this is right after the drive and this is the first time vergil's talked to either of them since the phone call in the car.

for vergil, this is probably...very jarring, say the least. you go from kat having to calm herself down before she talks to you when dante tries to flirt with her, to her just being largely indifferent when he winks at her.

i've said before that, to me, vergil's downfall recontextualizes the entire kat/vergil relationship we see in game. because vergils downfall very loudly asserts that in some way he cared for her. he cared for her more then he cared about anyone else. we know this because when he's asked what he'd change, what would he do differently, the only thing vergil thinks of is his relationship with kat. that is it. that's the only thing that comes to his mind. we know this because the first third of vergil's downfall is him trying to save kat, again, with no hesitation. we know this because kat is the only figure in vergil's downfall he tries to explain himself to and she is the only person he has to turn into a monster before he can kill them. we know this because hollow vergil tells vergil that everyone he cared for, everyone he loves, hates him now and that includes kat.

it doesn't matter what way he cares about her, selfishly, platonically, romantically, whatever. he cared about her. in some way he loves her.

which brings me back to this moment were vergil stares at kat after dante leaves. this long hold of the camera while he does nothing but look at her, suspect.

and we get to my girlfriends theory that this is the moment where everything changed for vergil.

vergil's motives are...mysterious to us, say the least. we know he wants to save mankind, according to him. we know he makes some points that make sense (someone has to be in charge of the demons but who said it needed to be him). we know that, the biggest issue, is him lying to the others and his general regard of humans as weak despite everything kat does.

my girlfriend posits in this moment, vergil convinces himself that something is happening with kat and dante and he gets jealous. that he thinks he can't compete with his brother for kat (in whatever way, romantic or platonic) and that he no longer trusts either of them in the way he did before. he wants to, but he doesn't. this is the moment his focus shifts to the plan above all else, and this is the mentality we see him remain in for the rest of the game. and that it's here that he decides not to tell them about the ruling mankind plan (me and my girlfriend argue this plan develops during the game for him, but its fair to argue that he may have come up with it before the events of the game. it's also fair not to agree with me about any of this, it's a game from 2013 about killing demons like...it's fine)

we have evidence of this, also in downfall. it's the way hollow kat and hollow dante talk to him.

kat emphasizes that dante is a real man, and vergil is not. she emphasizes that she prefers dante, stoking fears vergil seems to have because its these escalating talking points about dante that lead to her turning into a demon. dante, similarly, stokes at vergil feeling inferior to him. he emphasizes vergil being the 'little' brother (if he means younger or if he means something else, up to you to decide). he points out how he'll always be the better one, the stronger one, the more powerful one. all culminating to him also being killed off.

i think the game is making a very clear point in this, all starting with that stare.

vergil wants to love his brother, he probably does, he's his brother after all. he even says in the game and hollow vergil's point still stands.

but he is also jealous of dante. there's a lot of jealousy about dante. and i think that jealousy fuels a lot of his actions and this moment, that stare on the bridge, is the moment that it really starts. when vergil sees dante as a threat to this relationship he has with kat and he just no longer trusts the two the same as he had before mission 7.

my girlfriend has always argued this and i think she's very right and very smart.

[polarisbibliotheque]

Ok, so hear me out.

Vergil casually pretending to seriously read, headphones on, drinking his tea and looking so so serious... While internally pining for his beloved human what the hell is wrong with me I'm stronger than this petty thing called 'love'

I mean, the original version by Chris Isaak ALSO has some major Vergil vibes, but I have already accepted this man as a full fledged goth in my heart and nothing will make me believe he doesn't listen to goth music.

(The Chris Isaak version is when he's casually holding his beloved's hand and starting to slow dance ever so slightly as if he does that every single freaking day, his s/o just staring like 'are you ok? is this what demonic fever looks like...? do you need HELP?!')

Meeeeeeanwhile, Dante, in the other room, blasting out loud

Aaaaaand just dragging his s/o to dance with him in a very ridiculous way, knowing all the lyrics by heart and YES THIS MAN IS HERE FOR THE MEMES.

But really. Raspy vocals, distorted guitars, heavy sound. Apart from the memes, Dante would sing this with his very soul, in a very rock n' roll kind of way.

But what about Nero, I hear you ask.

Well...

Boy's frying in his room covering Kyrie's favourite song in his own way (distorted devil trigger vocals included)

Vergil can play the drums? Dante can play the guitar? Well, congrats. Nero can do both. At the same time even. What sort of power is this? His freaking devil trigger and too much time without going on a hunt to calm his nerves down, old man.

[kaledya]

Gosh... I continued writing chapter 4 and something came to my mind, something I completely want to avoid and is a problem.

You know that moment when you just like an OC too much that you give it to much attention?

I'm so worried that I try to make an good introduction and writting on my OC's that I forget working on the other characters.

Anyways, after all that thing I gave to you of Arzel in the previous message (can we call it that?) now I would like to explain about his relationship with the main characters (some of them) specially with Charlie and Constantine.

Let's say that it's complex to explain without spoilers, but in terms of rivalry, Arzel and Constantine are enemies to death.

Vader and Kenobi, Vergil and Dante, Dabi and Todoroki, Venom and Spiderman, a Pitbull named "Princess" that hates babies and a dog named "destroyer" that protects them, Arzel hates him a lot.

But still... I like to add that Arzel as a villain is someone who knows Constantine too much, so in combat, it kinda becomes a "the first one that makes a wrong move is dead" fight.

Also I like to add the struggle of both of them being what we call "A Monster", and also the importance of power is visible, but Arzel is a character far more obsessive with it.

He isn't fully written, but gosh I even imagine him being part of the main cast, same problem as the beginning, I don't want to put my OC's as "The Best and Coolest" but gosh I can't stop selling them as that.

Help my Dr. Kaledya, HELP ME!

Also I 2 things

First: Just so you don't forget: I left the Arzel thing in there, I guess you'll have to search it.

Secondly: Can you recommend my Fanfic? Only if you think it's worth of recommendation.

Have a nice day, afternoon or night!

Lmao! I don't think this is a bad thing, liking OCs is something that makes you happy, I'm so glad to hear that you are happy!

And yes I know that feeling! But don't worry, there is no need, this is your story, it is your right to want to give your OC a nice introduction!!

Yes, I read that message, thank you for Describing it in detail, it is much better in my mind now!!

I really love Arzel and Constantine's relationship and the examples you use for ther relationship are really great!

And lmao ı love that pitbull joke

And yes, it really makes sense because if you know the person you are fighting with, you know what to do.this looks at a mistake in war and this mistake brings the end of that person.

I'm seriously so glad to hear that you love your OC so much.Don't be shy, write it in detail. The more you get to know your character, the more your character develops.So don't hold yourself back, do your best!

Dr.kaledya did not see a problem and recommends you do what you are doing now.

Oh! I thought I suggested it! Of course, I think it's a fanfic worth recommending *runs to reblog*

Have a nice day!

[randomnameless]

Now maybe I’m not one to talk since I did write a college paper on video game characters, but that essay feels so… empty? It reminds me of someone in another fandom who diagnosed a character they didn’t like with hisitrionic personality disorder.

(For the record, my paper was about character design and use of contrasting colour. Mario & Luigi we’re big ones, as was Dante & Vergil, and Superman’s brighter colour-scheme compared to Batman’s more muted one, but I also made use of the Christmas Cavs archetype)

Ooh, your paper sounds interesting, I never really thought about the contrast in colours, but now that you mentioned it, there are reasons why characters have a certain palet in a media and why, idk, "red" doesn't universaly means "enemy unit" but in some media is the color of the hero!

Back to the Supreme Essay...

Well, it's an essay about a game where the devs forgot to hire a continuity guy, and the commonly accepted reason as for why Thales didn't nuke Supreme Leader, Rhea and all of the Nabateans during the Gronder mock battle is because the Agarthans are crap cartoon vilains.

Discussing this game seriously will obviously lead to emptiness, or 60k words of projection but that's basically a fanfic at this point lol.

A redshit post or a redshit essay is still a redshit form of wank, and sometimes you just see behind the tiny veil of "I'm just a normal fan who loves this game/thing so much" that the 10k words using "big" words 75% of the readers don't understand like "feudalism" (special mention to an admirer who felt like they had to tell me, under a shitpost, that feudalism was BaD. Hope you're doing okay !) or "caste system" are just a pretense to give some sort of aura of authority to that fan.

"XYZ wrote 10k words about that topic, that means they thought a lot about it and if they managed to develop their argument that well, I don't need to read it to know they have a point."

"ABC wrote an essay about why PZM is true? Well, it's an essay, it's a serious work, so they must be right!"

I am not saying this is why the person who wrote the Supreme essay did it or anything of the sort - however, after seeing certain patters in this fandom from people who pretend to be BNF and spending a certain time on redshit, I can draw some conclusions.

Nonsensical and shiposting redshits are the most welcoming ones where you're just here to have a quick fun and maybe laugh at a meme or two.

iamverysmart and the other redshits were people take themselves very seriously and exchange in 10k words essay form are a pain to navigate, and from what I could see, the atmosphere there is either toxic, or subdued because you have BNF and their doxa (and armies of downvoters I guess?) and you can't really argue against the flow.

Now, I'm not saying you can't write 10k words essays, for fandom!, about characters, hell I made this blog to rant and nerd about my favorite characters nearly 10 years ago, and sometimes the ranting goes a bit overboard!

But Redshit isn't the place to exchange in 10k words essay form and writing in an essay form doesn't make the thesis supported or the argument or the fan who wrote it themselves "better" than the one who is receiving it/disagrees with it.

I mean, in 5 words or in 15k words, a headcanon is a headcanon lol

But in an era of discourse - especially since redshit encourages and welcomes those kinds of interactions with the karma counter - empty essays are sadly not that uncommon.

[rachetmath]

RWBY Villains

 Me: Hello RWBY villains how are you today?

HAWC: Hey.

Me: Great now let’s get down to business. Um, how did all of you fumble the bag so badly?

HAWC: Whoa!!!

Me: Like ya’ll weren’t even Anime or video game villains. Ya’ll were Disney-level villains.

Adam: Disney? Oh no, I should at least be on Vergil's level.

Me: Oh no. Sh-shut your ass up. You were one of my favorite characters. Like you were awesome at the beginning but you were completely terrible.

Adam: Hey my death wasn’t that bad.

Me: You served as a bridge to Bumblebee. Bro you barely had a role in volume six. You were barely a character.

Adam: Fine. I’ll bite. What was wrong with me?

Me: In volume three, you swore to Blake that you would take everything she ever loved. In volume five, you sent minions to take care of Blake's family.

Adam: Okay but I was at Mistral helping Cinder.

Me: Which is fine. Until Blake showed up and one-shot you. And you were willing to kill yourself along with your troops.

Adam: Oh.

Me: Then on the train, volume six, you had team JNPR, one of Blake’s friends and you didn’t try to off any of them.

Adam: I was on a train.

Me: Full of human civilians. One seemingly trained huntsman. And three rookies. Are you serious?

Adam: Um.

Me: Next, and this has been on my mind for the longest. How, on earth, did you manage to find Blake?

Adam: Uh.

Me: Like were you camping at some random station hoping Blake will see you? Did you somehow know where they were going? If so that means Oscar’s to blame because that must be how he broke back into Saph’s house.

Adam: Mm.

Me: Are you telling me that Blake’s ass cheeks are so big that you were able to track her down with just your ears? Seriously cause that’s impossible cause Harriet got better cheeks than her.

Adam: Aw man.

Watts: It ‘s okay young lad. You were just not as smart as I was.

Me: Brother your plan only  worked because everyone was stupid.

Watts: What?

Me: Man a drunk housewife proved you were alive and helped Weiss’s father win.

Watts: Minor.

Me: You had Tyrian kill a bunch of people. Only to frame Penny but guess what she had a whole recording of the events. Literally, your plan wouldn’t have worked if any of the characters have asked, “Why is Tyrian here?”

Watts: Well I hacked into Penny so that way she could self-destruct if she opens the vault.

Me:

Me: Really? Oh, that’s great. Let’s give him a hand everybody He did hack into Penny.  *stops clapping*.Too bad he fumbled on that too.

Watts: What? Impossible.

Me: Oh, so instead of you reprogramming her to simply kill herself when she opens the vault. You could have reprogrammed her to follow your every command or better yet Salem’s making her a soulless killing machine. Not only would you’ve had a powerful android but another maiden, who will actually follow your orders. Basically making Cinder useless.

Watts: Oh my god.

Me: And you died along with Ironwood. Cinder didn’t even bother to remember you. Hell, she may have planned that shit.  In fact, she took credit for all of your hard work. You died like an idiot!

Watts: No. NOOOOOO! I wasted my life.

Me: *sigh* Now for you.

Hazel: Wait a minute. I am supposed to be a redeemed man.

Me: Hazel, you killed people. You served Salem after figuring out she’s immortal. In fact, you had Ironwood scared of you. You had Oscar and Ozpin right in front of you.

Hazel: Your point..

Me: Hazel, I’m not going to lie. I would’ve straight up committed.

Hazel: What? No.

Me: Okay fine, but why did take Oscar, who has no idea how you feel at all because he hasn’t lost a damn thing, to change your mind?

Hazel: He told me the truth.

Me: You mean the same truth you tortured him for.

Hazel: Um.

Me: Then when he told you that you snapped at him afterward for it.

Hazel: Oh.

Me: Then you had to release him because you didn’t believe him. When you could’ve just called Jinn’s name and seen if she appears before you then made a decision.

Hazel: Oh. But I did exactly like my sister would have done. I fought the good fight.

Me: Hazel she wasn’t even a huntress she was still a student. Matter of fact why should I care about what your sister would’ve done if I had never seen her?

Hazel: Um.

Me: *sigh* (This is why I think Jaune should’ve fought Hazel.)

Roman: Okay so what about us?

Me: Roman you good. You had three good volumes. You were decent.

Roman: Alright.

Ironwood: And-

Me: Ironwood you’re not a villain, you’re a broken man. In fact, you were following your heart but not your mind.

Ironwood. O. Thank you.

Cat: Well certainly I don’t need to be lectured then. I’ve have great.

Me: oh hell no. You, dirty, down-bad feline pedophile. 

Cat: Hey.

Me: Dude. What the hell were you thinking?  Were high on cat nip or something?

Cat: What was wrong with me trying to get to Remnant?

Me: Okay let start with the fact that you tried to posses Ruby first. Then fully tooken control of Neo. Yet Jaune who was in Ever After for years, and was already going through a mental breakdown. Which you called out by the way. Never crossed your mind.

Cat: uh.

Me: Cat think about it. Neo is their enemy. Jaune is their friend. Not only that, unlike Neo, Jaune, after many years still wanted to go home. You couldn't have used that against him or used his friends against him to weaken him. So you can take his body and leave.

Cat: Oh. 

Me: Bro, you were going up against team RWBY, the story's main characters. They weren't even holding back and you were still giving them work. But if you had Jaune’s body wouldn't they have held back just a little bit to give you an edge?

Cat: Oh my god.

Me: Plus Jaune’s semblance amplifies the user's abilities. 

Cat: I may would’ve been able to kill them.

Me: So you just proved Jaune is stronger than Ruby. Both physically and mentally. Good job. But you want to know what made all that so pointless. What made you the worst villain of all time than Salem? Bro, you could have actually achieved your goal.

Cat: Yes  If it wasn't for Alyx.

Me: No you mother pussy fucker. You could've just gone back with Lewis.

Cat: *shocked after a realization*

Me: Bro, Lewis was already planning to leave Ever After. You couldn't take the time to ask, "Hey Lewis. Since your sister is staying in Ever After, forever possibly, can I go with you to Remnant instead?" Alyx would have basically kept her promise to you. But no you wanted Alyx to leave. And when she refused you killed her. Great job, you have proven to be a pedophile psychopath.

Cat:

Me: Okay so hope all of you realize how much of a disappointment you all have been. And how replaceable you are. Especially you two. Watts and Hazel.

Watts: Who can possibly replace me?

Me: Pietro for starters. He made Penny. And after getting screwed over by the heroes. I’ll say he’ll want some payback. But if I were to go with someone better than I say…  Dr. Merlot.

Watts:.... 

Me: He had his own island. His own company. He seems to be more interested in the Grimm than human beings. And Salem controls the Grimm. So imagine, him teaming up with Salem to revolutionize the Grimm research and make the Grimm into a more deadly and effective.  I mean he’s done it before. 

Watts: Fair point.

Hazel: And me?

Me: Hazel, Junior can make a better villain than you. Anyone can be better than you. But I might as well say  Miss Malachite needs to make a return. Junior really just needs better help and him and Malachite combine their efforts they can almost run a business and a city. Not only that they have spies everywhere so information ain’t so hard to find.

Hazel: Dang.

[icycoldninja]

Dating V headcannons

-Big lips. Good for kissing.

-No, seriously though, this dude is the best kisser. Really knows how to work his lips and tongue. I won't elaborate cause I ain't feeding you horndogs

-Favorite way of greeting you is by materializing out of thin air, then striding forwards, snatching you up, dipping you, then kissing you passionately.

-Expect huuuuuuuge cuddle sessions with V, Griffon, and Shadow all curled up on your bed like giant plushies.

-V often needs your help to walk around when he's feeling weak cause sometimes his cane isn't enough. (Or rather he just wants to be coddled by his favorite person)

-Likes to just lounge around and chill with you, reading, watching TV, or whatever.

-Calls you sweet little nicknames like Dear, Sweetness, Lovely, My Dearest, and Sunlight.

-Cuddles you to sleep with all his strength because he knows he won't be around forever, so he has to do all his loving now before it's too late.

-Once bought you a pair of promise rings to further affirm your love for one another--and also so you have something to remember him by when he's gone someday.

-Writes you love poems to express his affection, and also reads romantic verses from certain poetry books on the days when he' having writer's block cause even V's creative jucies need to recharge.

-Loves you with all his heart, and when he inevitably merges back with Vergil, the Sparda son will have some of his memories. He'll understand how you felt with V, so he'll split himself every other day or so, (or whenever he needs a break from Dante his problems) So not all hope is lost.

-V never truly left you; his merging with Vergil is more like long business trips than anything else.

[eggsploded]

for tthe character thing... spar eheathcliff thoughts perhaps

he hath been requested like... a billion times so here we go

initial impression: dude was a little scary like. he immediately kills sinclair right off the bat (-2) and clearly was ready to clobber everyone else if not for vergil. then the second flashbang of his translated cockney accent is so. i wasnt expecting projmoon to pull out the mingin

current impression: a standup guy if you can excuse his behavior 40 times in one day. he cares so fucking much for his favorite buslings (with many gripes attached) and its great to see him get drinking buddies after uhhhh whatever happens in wuthering heights lol. his input to being put in any situation ever is probably the thing im looking forward to most whenever they move location

favorite moment: i really love his dynamic with faust especially canto 4 when she starts actually listening to him and going wayment.. hes making some points actually. heath is right faust IS having a cromulent fuckcrustable of a day. theyre kinda a parallel to ryoshu and sinclairs translator duo and its fun. and now that yi sang is out there.. sangin hell have to play straightman (literal?) even more when buddy breaks into poetry over his daily sunlight enrichment. hey socrates its a fucking cookie, but he means it with love + another good moment is in hells chicken with meur where he successfully peels potatoes with a spoon and instead of getting chastised meur approves of this method and he just goes CLASS!!!

story idea: they should have a room with a bunch of pots for him to smash like link itd be good for him

fav relationships: i dont have any ships for him cuz of catherine or whatever but even then i dont really feel anything Romantical for the guy but DAMN is the bloke making enemies and chums. theres gregor which is like his undisputed favorite bus member not only because hes just a fuckin guy but he also happens to be comically small. despite caving sinclairs head that one time they have made amends and he calls him little lad now. outis is terrifying and begets respect and fearful awe. he and rodya are both outskirts food connoisseurs and can bond over a big fuckoff burger, a beer, and hyping up their boy greg. and briefly before canto 3 i like to believe he pointed out yi sang as the smart guy in the group as a petty slight against faust cuz she was looking down on him. theyre both cool now though. now for the most interesting part. heath and ishmael are CLAWING and MAIMING eachother. the beef is seriously crazy. but they both like meur so theres even more tension on the playground because that guys MY buddy. HE would drink with me (he has a cup of wine if he must) no he would drink with ME. theres claw and bitemarks on their bus seats. and meur does not do a thing, for he logged out long ago staring at the ceiling in perfect unmoving fashion. and he wouldnt choose to hang out with don first thing because its hard to not punch her, but he cant just not respect the huge joust action as a guy with a stupid large bat.

fav headcanon: i think hes got little reading glasses and pulls them out when theyre passing around the newest assignment or menu. hes more scholarly than actual schoolboy sinclair to me