#trish x gn! reader

[loving-mista]

Hi! Can you do a “Team Bucciarati:(Bruno mista and gorino) how their stands act when they have a crush on you” variant with fugo and some of the other golden wind characters? Thanks!

of course i can <3

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How their stands act when thye have a crush on you (Fugo,Narancia,Abbacchio,and Trish)

( aerosmith was pretty hard to write in this so its pretty short :( )

Fugo

fugo for personal reasons pushed his feelings for you aside, he felt like you deserved better than someone like him. However, purple haze wasn't having this behavior.

Purple haze would manifest on its own sometimes when you were around, and not only did it scare fugo it also annoyed him because he had no idea what was going on

it didn't take you long to realize purple haze just wanted to send time with you. Your only question was why? why wouldn't haze listen to fugo?

when purple haze manifested it immidietly went to you ignoring fugos yelling or it even did it when he wasn't paying attention

The stand would give you a hug, the first time it did this it caught you off guard, you noticed haze wasn't agitated at all haze was calm, its growls now resembled the purring noises of a happy cat

one thing was clear,purple haze seemed to like you and eventually haze would follow you around more than it did fugo

it was like an affectionate cuddle loving cat, it was adorable to see something that's usually so angry be so soft

purple haze would often rest its head on your lap while you were on your phone or reading a book, you'd lightly trace the checkered pattern on its skin causing it to let out those soft growls, fugo in the other room felt every second of it, and when he realized what could have been going on he was a blushing mess

abbacchio

another one who put his feelings for you aside, How can you love a dirty cop like him, he truly didn't belive you ever could.

its been about 3 months since you joined the gang and abbachio only just let you see his stand recently, however since then you notice the stand more

moody blues seemed to be more affectionate than abbachio, the stand will manifest on its own and sit next to you when it sees you alone

much like purple haze, moody blues is pretty much like an affectionate cat

moody blues loves to curl up on your lap while hugging you, at first it felt odd but eventually, you got used to it

moody blues outright outted abbachios crush on you, replaying moments where its user would gaze at you and mutter to himself about how much he adored you, and how beautiful you were to him

abbachio once saw you hugging his stand and he almost melted, his heart was racing, so that was why he felt such an odd embrace randomly throughout the day...it was you

abbachios crush on you only seemed to grow since then. And his stand once again seemed to tell you,

narancia

when you met this ray of sunshine he immediately showed you his stand, he wanted you to see how cool it was

however, once Narancia's crush on you grew, the stand started to act out of control

it would fly in circles around you and Narancia every time you both were together

at some point it even flew in a little heart shape.

Aerosmith sometimes circles around you when it senses your around sometimes catching you off guard, you cant help but laugh a little everytime the stand does this, it was like it was excited to have you around

trish

Trish outright denied her crush on you when spice girl pointed it out

but if she wasn't going to be open about her feelings for you, spice girl was

spice girl adores talking with you and even hugs you a lot, almost the exact opposite of Trish in the beginning

eventually, Trish did show her feelings for you more but spice girl was always 3 steps ahead

once Trish was being kind to you, spice girl was already practically by your side 24/7, hugging you playing with your hair and overall just admiring you

Spice girl was never hesitant to give you a thumbs up or a compliment when you question Trish about a outfit when shopping together

"it looks good" but Trish would get cut off by her stand "No it looks great, especially on you"

[strawberrysurecake]

Hey! I love your bucci gang tsundere headcanons! If you have time, how would the gang react if their crush was being flirted with by another member of the team or an outsider? Who would be subtle about their jealousy? Who would react in anger? Would anyone confess right then?

Thanks for the ask, anon! As always, I couldn't help myself and went a little overboard again. I thought it'd be more fun if I made up some specific scenarios for each.

If you'd like, you can view these headcanons as a continuation or alternate universe to these headcanons. It really depends how deep you want the tsundere lore to go.

Also, I seem to be writing Trish as more of a himedere than a tsundere. Whoops?

Jealous Tsundere Bucci Gang + Trish Headcanons

I had to be careful to not let them stray into yandere territory. I don't think we mortals are ready for tsundere-yanderes.

Giorno

He can very well see how Passione's newest recruit has taken a liking to you

Bolder than the average soldato, this newbie has the audacity to flirt with you, his commanding capo, in front of him, Don Giorno Giovanna

He looks on with contempt as your soldato's lips brush against your knuckles before bidding you farewell

Once his freshly-dubbed rival in love leaves his sight, he places his hand on the small of your back and guides you towards the passenger seat of his luxury Maserati

"I hope you don't mind a change of plans. There's a place I'd like to take you to that serves excellent soufflé. My treat."

It's a bit much to have brunch at an uptown 5-star restaurant but he desperately needs to show how capable and powerful he is as not only the boss of Passione but as a man, also

He's not jealous; he just needs to show who's in charge, is all...

Bucciarati

A fellow gangster from the tax collection team has been spending too much quality time with you

Passione's squads rarely intermingled beyond business but after a brief job involving you as an escort for the tax collection team, you have become inseparable from that wretched gangster ever since

It doesn't bother him

It doesn't bother him

It doesn't bother him

He hears your cute laughter over a stupid joke the tax gangster made

It does bother him

"I believe you've overstayed your welcome with the escort team. Shall I escort you back to where you belong?"

His jealousy is so obvious that it becomes easy material for you to tease him about for weeks to come

"I wasn't jealous!"

Mista

He has been feeling suspiciously energised, lately

On top of that, the Pistols have been eerily quiet

It's only when he checks his empty revolver during afternoon tea does he understand the horror of what's going on

The unsettling feeling in his stomach leads him across the hideout and to your door where he can faintly catch the whines of Number 3 and 5 and the crinkling of foil

When you allow him entry to your room, he is mortified to catch his Stand snuggling up to you with a bag of corn chips

You insinuate that he's jealous of his own Stand but that would be ridiculous

"Me? Jealous of my own Stand!? No! Never!"

Maybe he was being too obvious with his reaction as you've jokingly offered to hand-feed him snacks

The entire situation exasperates him

"Fine. You can feed the Pistols but don't complain when they bug you for more food later on, yeah?"

Narancia

Though it might not seem like it at times, he genuinely looks up to and respects his teammates as friends, comrades and family

However, there's this sudden urge to go ballistic whenever he sees his teammates get a little too touchy-feely with you

It grates on his nerves whenever Fugo leads you to your car seat with his hand nestled on your shoulder

It's not just Fugo who gets touchy but also Mista and even Giorno, too

He swears they're trying to fuck with him

As soon as Giorno is about to lay his palm over your hand, he swoops in like a hawk and pulls you someplace quiet and far away from the team

There is no platonic explanation for his actions so he stumbles over his words while coming up with an excuse

Confessing would be so much more simpler but he can't bring himself to do it today

"I-I just w-wanted to give you something..."

He gifts you his switchblade then runs off before you can catch his reddened expression

Abbacchio

Of all the men he thought could make him jealous, he never thought it would be a local nobody you met in a library once

There is nothing extraordinary about this man; he works a stable 9-5 job in a boring office complex and he looks utterly unremarkable

Despite that, he can't help but envy the man

If he stayed an uncorrupted police officer, would he be the one by your side, making you laugh and laughing wholeheartedly alongside you?

He wants to shut out this developing relationship you have out of his mind but it persists to haunt him

He doesn't know what your relationship with that man is but he does know he wants to take you out for dinner sometime to prove himself

His invitation over the phone has no mention of it being a date but he intends to make it feel like one

Over dinner, he realises you laugh and smile a lot more around him than with that other man

He might not be what you deserve but being with you does make him smile and laugh more often too

Fugo

He's trying very hard not to let jealousy overwhelm him

He can't help the furious death glare that burns holes into your flirty companion's skull

The nearest utensil is on the verge of shattering within his grasp

Everyone within a 10-15 metre radius has moved away for self-preservation purposes

He can only see red, feel red and be red

Luckily for him, your companion has left

Being so unimaginably enraged that it strikes the fear of God into his rivals apparently has its perks

Trish

There are five stages of jealousy

Stage 1 is denial: those chicks who ran up to you only want to know where the nearest station is and nothing more

Stage 2 is bargaining: even if those girls want more than directions from you, you'd surely prefer her company over their company

Stage 3 is anger: five minutes to ask for directions is more than enough time to locate a station and she is going to put an end to it—with force if she has to

Stage 4 is depression: after telling those girls off, it's apparent that you might have enjoyed the attention they gave you more than hers

Stage 4.5 is tsun: if you're really sorry for making her wait for five minutes, you'll treat her to a manicure

Stage 5 is dere: its not the service of you giving her free a manicure that she treasures but the extra time she can spend with you while you hold her hand in hers—something those girls won't get to experience

[depravitymoon]

A day with Yandere Trish

((Author's Note: This was suppose to be a Yandere Bucci Gang New Year's Day post, but I lost interest. Besides, I wanted to give Trish her own posts since I've ignore her for so long. Also, this is post-canon Everyone Lives AU.))

((Warning: Yandere antics, isolation, manipulation.))

Trish is a famous pop star at this point, so everything you need is in her mansion. From 5 star chefs, to fashion designers, and Trish having a personal spa, you don’t need to go outside! When Trish wasn’t working, she use to be very extraverted and spend her time partying with celebrities.  Now, she lives a private life with you. It’s only fair. 

You’ve gotten use to isolating yourself in Trish’s mansion(s). Being alone in her house is preferable to dealing with backstabbers who run who name through the mud and publicly humiliated you. You couldn’t even show your face outside without whispers and snickers. It’s unbelievable how you went from a normal person to one of the most hated people in the media.

However, Trish’s in-home spa always makes things better. It still baffles you that a superstar would spend that kind of money to make you feel comfortable. You were getting a mani and a pedi with Trish right beside you. You asked her about her day, she talks about how delighted she is that producers saw things her way and helped finish her album on a strong note, no pun intended.

Then, she explained that she wanted you to meet her best friend, Narancia. You were nervous having to meet a new person, but Trish insist that this one’s okay. He’s not a backstabbing gossiping bitch. Narancia’s the most honest and loyal person she’s ever known.

Trish is always there to comfort you. To tell you that you’re strong. Everyday she gives you words of affirmation. She’ll listen to you vent about how awful and nasty people have been to you, even the ones you use to call ‘friends’ and ‘family’. She’s blessed to have  a person like you. The world doesn’t see your inner beauty, but she does. Trish will always lend you a shoulder to cry on.

Honestly, you once suspected that Trish was harming you. How is it that the closer you got to Trish, the farther away other people got from you? However, you brushed those thoughts aside. Trish wouldn’t be so obsessed with you that she’d go out her way to ruin your life! You’re a NOBODY and she’s a superstar! Superstars barely have time to themselves! It’d be narcissistic to think she’d go through great lengths to actively sabotage your life just so you’d practically be a house-pet.

Normally, your analysis of Trish would be correct. If you were a stand user, you’d be surprised to see how convincing Spice Girl can be. Spice Girl knows what’s best for you two and you need to understand it as well.

[devilmaymetalgear]

dante sparda x reader // vergil sparda x reader

gn reader // short domestic headcanons

a/n: first post on this blog, my request box is open for Dante and Vergil requests. Next post will have request box rules and who I plan on writing for

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- I think Dante would be very touchy with his partner, it's how he shows his affection. Anytime he can he has to have some part of him touching you.

- he'd be very cuddly, gentle giant kinda guy. And he's probably always warm too, cuddling up with him makes it damn near impossible to use any blankets without sweating like crazy.

- im a firm believer in Dante cant cook to save his life, but he loves to sit in the kitchen with you if you cook. All he does is sit there and gossip and grab stuff from the tall cabinets.

- favorite thing to think about personally is him scrambling to clean up before you come over, no matter how long you guys have been together. Lady and Trish know exactly when you're coming over due to finding him frantically cleaning so many times.

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- Vergil's not home as often as Dante is, so calm quality time with him is a rarity. I feel like it's not something he's ever really thought about as much, since he didn't really need somewhere to eat or sleep, so once you enter the picture it's a little new for him

- he likes to read to you, hold you close and just be in your presence. Just being around you makes him so happy it's almost scary to him. You just make him feel so weak.

- I think vergil has a general idea of how to cook, but obviously since he's never really had to bother he's definitely not the greatest. But he can at least cook a meal without setting off the smoke detector.

- I think his way of showing affection is acts of service. Physical affection I think would be pretty new to him as he probably hasn't felt the embrace of anyone since he was a boy and maybe the lady in red.

First time writing for these guys! I haven't done a full analysis of both their characters yet but I've been wanting to write something for them both for a while

[bygiornogiovanna]

Idk if you’re accepting requests but if you are I have something I’ve been think about for a bit now,,,

How about HCs for the bucciarati gang where the gang is teasing the member about reader but he denies it to get them to stop their constant teases (even though it’s obvious their in love with them) and reader hears it (because they walked into the room or something) and become sad/sulky and ignores them as a result like basically how each member would react to that!

If you can that would be awesome! I’ve become so obsessed with your writing so please continue writing for as long as it makes you happy cause I guarantee it brightens other people’s days as well! 💖

Facade (Bucci gang x gn! reader hcs)

in which they are being teased about liking you...

bruno bucciarati, giorno giovanna, leone abbacchio // i currently have no idea what to write for mista, fugo nor narancia, please, give me ideas in the comments.

"Come on, man, just admit you like them!" Trish laughed and a sigh escaped past his lips. The man felt like one of the veins in his neck was about to pop. He despised being teased about his feelings towards you. He thought he was doing a good job at hiding them, but apparently, the whole gang knew except, well...you.

"No! I don't like them at all, shut up! We were, we are and we will always be only friends!" He yelled and, when he turned around to leave, he felt like his world was going to crumble. You were standing right there and the look on your face said everything: What you just heard completely broke your heart.

Without saying a word, you turned and left, and, from then on, everything went down the hill. You either ignored him for weeks or when you spoke to him, only a blunt coldness was showed in your voice.

☆Bruno Bucciarati☆

Bruno felt his heart break every time you looked at him with such hatred...Well, at least on the times you looked at him. Because yes, there went weeks without you sparing him a glance;

And all of that because his friends just couldn't keep their mouths shut. That, and because he was too much of a coward to admit the fact that he did like you;

Bruno went from looking like the most put-together man to looking like one of those homeless people. Big, dark circles could be seen around his eyes from all the sleepless nights he had been thinking about how can he fix this. His hair was a mess. Wait, scratch that...He was a mess;

He decided he couldn't keep going with this facade and that you two needed to discuss it. You were adults now. You had to communicate;

Even if it wasn't at easy to do as it was to say, he abused the fact that he was the boss of the team you were in and called you into his office because of a "mission" he had to assign you;

"Are you going to tell me the mission, or do I have to sit here forever?" you spat five minutes after stepping into his office. "Take a seat, please," he said calmly;

"Tell me the mission." you insisted, and he sighed. "Sit down first." Bruno countered, and you rolled your eyes. The faster you did what he said, the quicker you would leave. The more you sat and looked at him, the harder it was for you to not let your tears flow, his words clear as fresh water in your head;

"There is no mission. We need to talk." The moment you heard that, you wanted to get up. "At listen to me, please." His voice sounded so...pained. You sighed and sat back down, a quiet way of telling him you were going to listen to him;

"Look, I know that the situation I put you in a few weeks ago was a painful one, hearing your friend say they don't like you at all...It is a pretty difficult thing to manage. I wish to say...It was all a big misunderstanding. I-" You raised a brow at that, your soft voice interrupting him;

"You mean that saying you indirectly hate me is all a misunderstanding?";

"Yes! I wasn't saying that I hate you...I was saying that I don't like you in...that way." You opened your mouth to talk back again, and he raised his hand to stop you. "Before you comment, let me finish. I was lying when I said I don't like you. I love you, Y/N. I was just scared of you not...feeling the same. And I know my friends, they can't keep quiet when they know something.";

You stared at him wide-eyed. No words were coming out of your mouth and only now you noticed the absolutely horrible state he was in. You don't think you've ever seen Bruno this stressed;

"I really...don't know what to say, Bruno. I'm sorry for reacting how I did, I just...I thought you hated me. And it broke my heart knowing the one I'm in love with hates me." You admitted and he gave you the same stare you just gave him;

"You mean you like me back?!"

☆Giorno Giovanna☆

Giorno had no idea what to do for you to forgive him;

He was never good with expressing his love and gratitude for others, and he was especially worse at it when it came to you;

The day he met you was the day his world was turned upside down. He was ready to do anything it took for you to love him back, but it seemed that all his effort was crushed after his little outburst;

Everytime he tried pulling you away from the rest to talk to you, to explain you why he said that, to apologize, you gave him the cold shoulder. And, with every cold, unamused gaze you gave him, his heart shattered;

Unlike Bruno, he couldn't just make you come to him. The only thing he could do was sit and watch you from afar. Sit and watch how pretty you looked when you laughed during those weeks, but it was never with him;

"Please, just look at me" was his thought every time you avoided his begging eyes. Quietly, Giorno begged you to look at him. To forgive him. And he never begged;

His only option was writing you letter. He wrote, and he wrote. The blonde poured his feelings and his explanations that you refused to listen to into words on a paper and slipped them into your purse, disguised as a ladybug;

He only knew that you read them when you showed up at his door at one in the morning, messy hair and teary-eyed. No words were spoken between the two of you, but you both understood what each other meant;

You crashed your body into his and he was there to catch you. He was there. And he will always be there for you, to soothe your pain, even if he was the cause;

As you sobbed into his arms, emotions overwhelming you, he rubbed your back and planted a kiss on your head. There were no words needed anymore, the two souls of yours were connected into one as both of you acknowledged and realized your feelings for each other;

"Now you finally know I love you more than anything in this world, tesoro."

☆Leone Abbacchio☆

Abbacchio hated you. He really did;

He hated the way you made him feel love for the first time in years. He hated the way he loved your smile. The way he cherished every moment spent with you. He hated how he was always there, watching your every move, but not daring to step in. He hated the way you never backed away from him, the way you always searched for him and considered his opinions. And he absolutely loathed the way he was craving your presence;

Ever since that little...incident, should we call it, happened, it was like he was invisible again. You didn't even look at him, let alone talk or be near him the way you were before;

He wanted to curse at you, at his so-said friends who brought this upon him. It was only their fault, if they only knew when was time to shut the fuck up, he wouldn't be in this shitty situation. But, most of all, he wanted to curse at himself. For being such a coward and never admitting his feelings for you to himselft, let alone others;

And right now, for the second time in his life, Leone was desperate;

The only solution he had was drowning himself in alcohol. The substance he was so used to was his only solution to end his despair. He thought that, if he couldn't think, you would leave his mind;

But oh, how wrong he was. He found himself thinking even more about you. It's like you were stuck in his head, exactly like the roots of his hair were;

That's exactly why he was there, in front if your house, desperately knocking at three o'clock in the morning, desperately seeking you;

Annoyed by the never-ending sound of knocking on your door, you opened the door to your house, wondering who could it be at this hour. However, you certainly didn't expect seeing your usually stoic teammate, drunk and with such a look on his face;

"A-Abbacchio?! What are you doing here?" you asked and were met with silence. Pure, cold silence;

Without saying a word, he pulled you into his body, and this was the first time ever since you met him that he hugged you. Even if he didn't say anything, you somehow understood everything;

The silence was now comforting and, even if you had no clear explanation, you didn't exactly care at that moment. You could speak tomorrow, now, you just enjoyed his warmth;

"I love you, Y/N."

the queen of angst lmao

hope you liked it anon <3

[livfastdieyoung69]

It is currently 4:08 am and I can't get cody rhodes out of my mind😔✊️

Truly a struggle

Anyway reader x cody because love him

Maybe something with Brock again because he's always causing issues for some reason... maybe something with Brock saying some really messy shit abt reader during a promo and Cody going feral as he should and reader having to physically pull him back with a quick little it's fine😨😨 don't get injured again kinda thing something more fluffy after because cody can never catch a break😭

GUITLY CONSCIOUS

(Cody Rhodes x gn!reader)

“In the packed MVP Arena, here in Albany, New York and now on the road to Money in the Bank, we welcome you to Monday, Night, Raw!”

After the quick introduction, the fallout of Night of Champions begins, Seth Rollins beginning the night as well as a surprise visit from AJ Styles, and the Judgement Day. Ricochet wins his spot in the Money in the Bank match, Trish and Zoey have a quick segment, followed up by Indus Sheer and Jinder Mahal beating two locals. Imperium and Alpha Academy have a match, followed shortly by a Women’s Championship Match, Ronda and Shayna unfortunately winning and by disqualification Dolph Ziggler wins a match against JD McDonagh.

And finally, well into the night, Cody’s music hits. The crowd cheers just as loud as they always do for the man, even at the sight of no wrestling gear and a sling around his broken arm. Their cheers die down for a moment, before becoming even louder the second he starts talking, his promo skills shining bright and loud as he yells brave and rage-filled words against Brock.

“….if I am standing in a ring, I am standing there ready to fight you, Brock Lesnar!” The pitched screeching of Brock Lesnar’s theme song cut him off, followed by the surprise of the fans and even Cody himself. The Beast stepped out and into the arena, his own attire casual as well. This was nothing new. Sometimes, Brock would come out in tight-ass jeans and a cowboy hat for no good reason. But this time, he had a mic.

“Now..now, Cody, I don’t think that’s true. I don’t think any of that’s true. In fact, I think if we were to have another match, your little bitch would run right back out here and I’d have to break their arm too.” He spoke slowly, walking to the ring and making circles around it as he did so.

The crowd booed at the harsh words, especially the ones against Y/N. The boo’s didn’t last very long, as they once again rallied into cheers as Cody seemed to forget he had a mic and instead moved to yell at Brock over the ropes, giving the announcement table a front row seat to his anger.

Brock only laughed in his face at the threats, moving closer to the ring and continuing his harassment of words against Cody’s partner, forcing Cody to start clambering through the ropes, ready to attack. He never made it to Brock though, as Y/N came rushing out into the arena.

They quickly dived into the ring, rushing over to Cody, giving him a soft tug causing him to stumble back into the ring and right against Y/N’s chest. Cody attempted to pull away, still yelling over at Brock, but his lover held him tightly around his waist.

“Don’t you ever talk about Y/N! I’ll rip your tongue straight out, you son of a bitch, don’t you ever let their name leave your mouth!” Brock continued laughing back into the face of the man as his partner dragged him over to the other side of the ring, moving away from the announcers table and starting to walk up the ramp, making Cody try and force his way away from Y/N once again, but was once again unsuccessful. The pair stayed inside on the ring for a while before they were given the okay that Brock wasn’t near the gorilla or their locker room.

They walked quickly in silence, Cody radiating with an unseen anger from beside Y/N, his hand coming up to rub his face almost as if it would wipe the irritation away. With the chance of Cody possibly running to attempt an attack of Brock or take his anger out on an unexpected victim, even if the latter wasn’t likely, Y/N kept a hand on his back, bunched up into his suit jacket until they reached the small locker room. An awkward silence quickly filled the room as Cody moved to sit down, his love standing above him.

“You know I wouldn’t have done that if your arm wasn’t hurt, right?” They were given no response, Cody doing nothing but keeping his eyes on the ground, elbows placed on his spread knees and hands clasped together. Y/N moved to sit next to them after the silence continued, a sigh moving past their lips in disappointment but also understanding why Cody was so mad.

“Do you see this? Hm?” Y/N touched Cody’s casted arm gently as they asked, and though he still remained in silence their grasp was comforting. He looked over to them, blue eyes shining and wet with shame. “This means that you’re hurt. It’s my job to make sure you don’t get hurt, and you already are, so I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t get hurt more, even if it means you’re angry at me.”

Unable to find the words, Cody stayed silent, and instead let out a soft breath, eyebrows moving to furrow together over soft eyes. Noticing his increasing guilt, Y/N moved in closer.

“C’mere, baby.” They barely had to speak before Cody was moving into their hold with such force they fell back onto the small couch, the large man toppling over on them and blond, short hair tickling their chin as his face shoved into the space between their neck and the back of the couch.

“M’sorry.” Finally able to find some words, he muttered it into their neck, for some reason ashamed of his actions.

“I’m not mad, Codes. Could never be mad at you, never ever, I just need you to be safe. You did nothing wrong at all.” Y/N’s hand moved up to his hair while they spoke comfortingly, their tone holding nothing but love and endearance. Cody let out another sigh, his working arm moving behind Y/N to grasp around their waist while the other layer over top of them.

“Codes. Baby, look at me, please.” Their voice, still sugar-sweet, induced Cody to look up at them through adoringly long black eyelashes much to the contrast of his striking hair, diamond eyes shining from Y/N’s praise.

“I’m not mad. Okay?” The sweet, sweet boy responded with a nod and the mouthing of an okay, eyes clamping closed again. The pair returned to a silence, this time comforting and loving, Y/N’s hand running through Cody’s hair almost sending him to sleep.

“Wanna go home, sweetheart?” Cody responded with another nod. “Yeah? Okay.” Though they both agreed, neither moved from the grimy couch, Cody refusing to give up his spot on top of them and Y/N not wanting to make him get up. Instead, they continued their cuddle session, enjoying the softness they each pulled out of each other.

I kinda popped off on this one seeing Cody at summerslam ignited something in me

Sometimes i just wanna love on someone and it definitely shined through in this one oopsies

[zg0nuwa]

Hi I really love ur Dante fics, in just my humble opinion you got his goofy ass character right.

I'm gonna take advantage that ur request is open heehehe can you do Dante x sorcerer reader she's one of the strongest in their generation. I think it's kinda cute Dante with his demon hunting stuff and Reader with her witchy stuff. Couple goals✨ Also she made contract with strong demons to fight for her. Plus she kinda have no mercy if an individual gets on her nerves (I'm taking about making them vomit slugs or disfigured their faces with magic or transform their body into a bug and imprisoned it inside a jar IM GANNA STOP I'VE BEEN WATCHING HARRY POTTER TOO MUCH)

The whole DMC crew is probably relief that reader is on their side and not on the enemies

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 ; “𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧”

thank you so much!! also i'm really sorry it took this long to post it... also if thats not an issue i included a name for a demonic companion of yours

dante sparda x gn!sorcerer!reader

warnings ; reader is reffered to as a witch what could suggest they're female but other than that gender is not mentioned

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ i feel like you two would start on bad terms. this has potential for some good enemies to lovers trope but in a business way. dante has his own demon hunting shtick but one day he gets informed of a rising competition and it's not the best news for someone on a tight budget.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ definitely met you on one of the jobs. probably wasn't even his job but yours. he just couldn't help himself. not everyday you get to hear about another demon hunter in the game.

as you explored deeper into the abandoned werehouse you could feel another demon-like presence. at first it didn't bother you, probably some another wild creature that escaped the limbo of hell. but step after step the air around started to get heavy and warm. something that usually does not happen on the job.

when you enter the next room you find the culprit. a man in a long red jacket, tangled white hair, holding a sword on his shoulders. but wait... the sword... it looks familiar. "what is a sparda son doing here of all places?" you said as you walk in the mans direction.

as on cue the man in quetion turned to you holding up his sword up to your chin. "let's call it... a business meeting. wanted to discuss some things with you sweetheart."

you could clearly hear the mocking undertone of his statement.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ things would only get worse from that point on. he would intrude on your assignments and you would "accidentally" send out your beloved pet (if you could call it that) to rough him up. not actually hurt him but just to give him a challenge.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ he once called you a "witch starting with a b" and even after you two got together you did not forgive him.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ as powerfull as you are you have nothing on dante. which one time resulted in him saving your ass. you wanted to be mad or even just angry about the fact he interrupted your job again but if he really didn't want competition why would he save you? that day brought you more questions than answers.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ you don't know when or where it started but at some point both of you started helping eachother out on jobs. and before you know it. boom. you start working together.

to say the crew was bewildered when dante brought an unfamiliar face through the door would be an understatement. they were suspicious and on guard. the first one to speak up was the tall blonde in black leather attire “who is this.” it was more of a demand than a question.

“this, ladies and gent’s is the new addition to our lovely team. don’t worry they won’t bite. i think.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ on the first few assignments nico, lady, trish and nero were all cautious with you. as in they barerly spoke to you no matter the circumstances. they only opened their mouths to give directions on where to go next.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ for some time the only people (not really people but yk) you could confine in were dante and your loyall companion - abaddon*. but they both sent you off with a "give them time." so you did.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ when this time around you saved dante they started to warm up to you and to abaddon.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ok enough of that. let's focus on you and dante now. when he first started to feel something he literally thought you put some kind of love potion or spell on him. obviously you did not but let a man dream ig?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ abaddon would be your wingman from now on. constantly shoving you into dante or putting both of you in compromising positions. one time he even pretended to fall asleep in front of a door and locked you in the dmc van.

"i'm really sorry for him. i don't know what's going on with him recently." you said with your head in your hands while on the verge of a breakdown. this was not the situation you wanted to be in and you expected dante to not be enthusiastic about the ordeal either. to your surprise...

"don't sweat it. i actually don't mind being stuck here with a pretty demon whistler." you don't know what struck your attention more the i don't mind part, the pretty part or the demon whistler part.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ that day a lot of confessions were made. both of you talked about your story of how you ended up in the business and well the confession you never expected.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ two words. power couple. when you work it's like you're reading eachothers mind.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ he had a lot of questions. if you work with demons and he's technically part demon does that mean you could like order him around and stuff? and trust me the questions do not end. every day he comes up with like 20 more.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ once asked you if you could bake an infinite pizza and his argument was that "well you're technically a witch so you know spells and stuff? i don't see why that would be impossible?"

*The Hebrew term Abaddon (Hebrew: אֲבַדּוֹן ’Ăḇaddōn, meaning "destruction", "doom"), and its Greek equivalent Apollyon (Koinē Greek: Ἀπολλύων, Apollúōn meaning "Destroyer") appear in the Bible as both a place of destruction and an angel of the abyss. In the Hebrew Bible, abaddon is used with reference to a bottomless pit, often appearing alongside the place Sheol (שְׁאוֹל Šəʾōl), meaning the resting place of dead peoples. (in the story he's like v's shadow but you can choose how he looks)

[spadesinred]

Keep it Quiet - (Dante Sparda x GN Reader, Smut)

Summary: You were (supossedly) having your usual casual talks with Dante upstairs in his office, who would've thought Dante had something in mind completely different to do?

Content warnings: Of course smut, penetrative sex, use of petnames, unprotected sex, use of Y/N, Praise, a little little bit of dirty talk, fluff in the end :). -💕

It was late night, you were having a long and nice chat with Dante for about one hour, you sitting on a small wooden chair, he was walking around and resting over his desk or walls. But, he was seemingly acting weird the last minutes.

''Dante, you there?''. You asked him, looking at the tall man resting on his desk with a puzzled face, this felt like you were talking alone for two minutes straight, you didn't noticed he was actually just staring down at you, in a lost gaze, just blinking and sometimes sharpening his stare.

Some seconds passed, it seemed like you were actually talking to yourself, you sighed and crossed your arms, he wasn't usually like this, he always had something to say, or some kind of playful and cheeky smirk to give you, this behavior weirded you out.

You decided to stand up from your seat, walking closer to the silver haired devil in front of you, to take a better look on his face, perhaps he was feeling bad? something was troubling him? You were actually concerned for this man.

As you got closer, you could see his face more clearly, you noticed a small shade of red on his cheeks, his attractive features always made you feel a little fuzzy in your mind, you brushed your thoughts away, before leaning closer to look into his eyes.

''This isn't something normal from you, Dante''. As Dante heard your voice from a closer distance, he inmediately snapped back to reality.

''Ah, there you ar-'' He inmediatey placed his rough hands on your waist, pulling you close against his chest, the sudden movement slightly made you yelp in surprise.

''..Sweetheart...'' Those were the only words he spoke to you before burying his face on the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply, his hot breath against your skin made you shiver in place, your neck moving automatically to give him easier access, he smirked and pressed a small kiss on your skin.

''ah...What's wrong..? You're acting...s-strange..'' You managed to mutter, as the devil was nuzzling on your neck and jaw, keeping a hold of you, you were pressed in between Dante and the rusty and old walls of his office.

''(Y/N)..you feel so soft...just...can i...?'' He leaned closer to you, staring into your eyes, his eyes had a strange hint of desire, neediness, not that you were complaining, his hands wandered on your hips, gently rubbing your sides, yet keeping a firm grip on your body.

You looked at his lips, before nodding slowly, to which he roughly pressed his lips against yours, in a sloppy make out session, his whole body could be felt against you, Dante bit gently at your lower lip, this earned a small gasp, parting your lips, this allowed further access to your mouth, this didn't seemed like a makeout session anymore, he was straight up eating your mouth, hands on your ass, groping tightly.

''That's right...you can't just walk around me like that without getting what you deserve..'' Dante growled against your mouth, his breath on your face made you lose your thoughts, holding onto his jacket with both hands.

''D-Dante...'' He chuckled at your mumble, sounding ever so low.

''Yeah? Baby? C'mon, speak up, can't hear you, darlin'.." He teased you, nibbling on your lip.

''T-the door, Dante-" You sighed at his sudden blow on your neck. "Trish, Nero, they're downstairs..." Dante chuckled in a husky low tone, he wrapped his arms around your waist again, picking you up, you inmediately tangled your legs on his hips to not fall down, this didn't stopped him from returning to tasting your mouth, drawing gasps and softs whines from you.

''No need to worry about that, baby..'' Dante said, panting in between his kisses.

He hastily carried you to the office's door, pushing the door to close it with a push of his hips, not breaking the kiss for a second, you were now gasping for air and panting, the hot feeling inside your guts was pushing you to continue the kiss, grasping and tugging his hair, he growled everytime you pulled a little rougher, biting your lips, pressing you against the door.

As you two heard the loud bang from the door closing, you jumped slightly in his arms, afraid that either Trish or Nero would come upstairs to see what happened, though, probably, they would already have in mind what was going on. Of course, Dante and Y/N, alone upstairs, better not interrupting the two of you.

''Every time we are alone up here...i need to fight the urge to bend you over my desk and straight up ruin you, baby-'' He whispered in your left ear, one hand holding your chin to look up at him, his other hand keeping you close to him.

Dante was clearly feeling different today, or perhaps you never noticed? It was true that you and the devil hunter had feelings for each other, and that you had your lovey-dovey moments here and there, but you didn't expect his feelings to be this deep within his heart...and body...

''-If you want this too, babe, nothing will stop us, not right now'' The feeling of warmth and a burning sensation on your stomach only got much more intense as his words slipped from his lips, his growls grew feral, wild even, this man was clearly infatuated with you.

He gently brushed your lower lip with his thumb, chuckling.

''C'mon sweetheart, cat got your tongue?''. He kept his teasing, giving you one of his smug smirks. You were feeling fuzzy, breathing heavily, erratically, recovering from such a fiery kiss.

''I d-didn't k-know you were feeling like this...'' You said, he presed his hips against your crotch, you could felt his half hardened cock through his pants, this only made you feel more fuzzy, head spinning, the scent and taste of this man was intoxicating you so deliciously.

''..now...darling...'' He was now kissing your forehead gently, walking to his desk, with you still on his arms, soft pants and gasps slipping from your lips.

He gently sat you on the desk, spreading your legs to place himself between you, he began to pull your shirt off, his hands roaming on your skin, grasping your chest and massaging it, you closed your eyes, pressing your forehead on the crook of his neck, hugging his body, as if you never wanted to let go of him.

''I love the softness of your skin, darling...i want to feel it shivering underneath me...''. In a matter of seconds, your upper body was revealed to him, his eyes piercing your body, taking every inch of you in his eyes, with a look of pure adoration and want on his face.

His words made you sigh again, taking his jacket and sliding it down his shoulders, rather rapidly, you wanted him, he wanted you, he wanted you for so long.

He pressed kisses and licked at your neck, nibbling on your collarbone, grasping your chest gently, you could feel every single touch, every single hitch of his hot and minty breath on your neck.

''There we go, that's a good sweetweart...so pretty for me..'' His praises made you smile at him, yet your lips, along with your eyes and eyebrows twisted into a rather lewd expression, as your lover slowly rubbed in between your thighs, teasing slowly, ever so gently, yet needy.

''h-haaah..D-dante..'' you gasped his name, panting on his shoulder as you wandered your hands down his firm and strong abs, sliding your hands inside his navy blue shirt, you heard his soft grunt as you feeled his abs with your hands, squeezing.

''Oh, someone's feeling handsy...'' Dante chuckled through his teeth, which were nibbling on your collarbone, sucking your skin and kissing the small bruises.

'' not me, that's for sure...o-oh..'' You spoke in a breathy voice, mewling every time you felt his lips suckling on your sensitive skin, you were definitely going to be covered in hickeys and small red marks all over your neck and collarbone by tomorrow morning.

The office felt much more warm and hot now, it felt moisty, You tangled your legs on Dante's hips to pull him closer, craving his touch and warm body, but he grabbed both your legs and spread them wide open again.

''Uh-uh, baby, keep those wide open for me, yeah...''. His stubble beard tickled your neck, this hands now trailing down to your crotch again, slowly undoing your pants, pulling them off, feeling your underwear for a second, before yanking them away.

The sudden coldness on your crotch drove shivers up your spine, arching your back, he carefully placed one hand on your chest, pushing you ever so carefully to lay on your back on top of the desk, he stopped for a few seconds to linger his gaze on your body.

''Y/N, baby, have i told you you're so beautiful?'' His warm and friendly smile was back, before he took one of your hands and placed it on the bulge of his pants, his cock felt now rock hard, the sensation made you let out a breathy sigh.

''..D-dante..'' You muttered, your eyes locked on his, he caressed your cheek, leaning down to kiss your lips, you could hear him unzipping his pants.

''Look at what you've done....yeah..yeah, you caused this...'' He rocked his hips a bit towards your hand, growling.

Dante pulled his pants down, not breaking eye contact once, he delighted in your flushed expression, your heavy breaths and those little marks on your neck.

As he let loose of his big and girthy member, you gasped as you widened your eyes, he wasn't going to just put it inside right now, right? Your red devil noticed your sudden confusion and slight worry, to which he proceeded to smile lovingly at you, brushing your hair off your face.

''Easy now, we're gonna take it slow, keep it quiet, okay, sweetheart?''. He said in a low and husky voice, leaning down to trail kisses on your neck again, his chest slightly pressed against yours, one hand sliding down your thighs, beggining to caress and tease on your private parts, his other hand moving to intertwine with one of your hands, before pulling your hands up your head, leaving your arms mostly inmovilized.

Dante moved his hands to your thigh, squeezing a bit before returning to your crotch, pressing his thumb gently on your small hole, chuckling when he heard your soft whimpers.

''Need to get you nice and ready for me, sweetheart, don't want you getting all sore later, heh-'' He whispered against your ear, before nibbling on your earlobe gently, his strokes on your inner thighs got slightly more playful, now being a little rough, he inserted one finger in your hole, ever so slowly, he wanted to savor every single expression and shiver, every single moan.

''..O-oohh..d-dante...'' you breathed out, your chest rising up and down rather rapidly, his rough calloused hand kept your wrists pinned to the wooden desk, you couldn't do a thing, other than accepting his strokes and kisses.

Dante slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, paying close attention to your expression, which was slowly twisting into a lust filled gaze as you closed your eyes shut, he let go of your wrists to move his hand to hold your chin and tilt it enough for you to look at his face completely.

''Eyes on me, Y/N...that's right, darling, watch me fuck this pretty body of yours with my fingers..'' He inserted another finger, his pace with his fingers got a little faster, teasing in circles for a few seconds before returning to pump inside you.

More whines and breathy moans escaped your lips, now with both your hands free to move around, you placed them on his pulsing and veiny cock, caressing slowly the tip, earning a grunt and a warning look from Dante.

''Don't play with fire, darlin'' His voice sounded now more low and deeper, almost wildly, but he didn't push your hands away, bucking his hips to your hands.

Feeling bold, you didn't pulled your hands away, you took his cock in one hand, sliding it up and down slowly, your other hand massaging the tip. As he kept grunting, his pumping became faster and more aggresive for some seconds, but you didn't stop teasing his cock even when moaning and gasping underneath him.

''...I want you, Dante..'' You sighed against his face, the hot feeling in your gut was too much to bare now, you needed him. You needed more of him.

''That's it, i'll give it to you, baby..'' He said, now shifting his position, leaning on top of you, getting on eye level and grabbing your legs, pushing them up to your chest, leaving your crotch exposed.

With one hand, he took your hands and placed them on his chest, kissing your lips hungrily, tongues intertwining. The ache between your legs getting stronger.

He grabbed his cock, moving it closer to your entrance, softly and slowly teasing it, playing close attention to your expression.

The precum on his cock helped your entrance to get more soaked in case you weren't ready enough to take him.

He began to push slowly, stretching you out, shaky breaths and whines escaped your lips again, clinging onto Dante with your arms around his neck, puling him closer to you.

''.s-so..t-tight..baby, oh..-'' Dante breathed out in a husky voice, moving his hips gently at first, brushing his lips on yours through your moans and whimpers.

Once he was fully inside you, he stopped to look at your face, sweating, your neck, full with bite marks and hickeys, you looked so beautiful under him.

''...good, so good for me...'' He started rocking his hips slowly back and forth, still waiting you to adjust to his size, you felt every inch of your insides being slowly caressed by his hot member.

Your mind got even more fuzzy, the only thought in your mind being Dante.

''...D-dante..!'' You hissed through your teeth, eyes closed shut as your lover increased his pace after hearing your moans, hips hitting against your ass.

His grunting got a little louder, hiding his face on the crook of your neck, moving his arm to pull your legs up and rest them on his shoulder, having more access to your body now.

His thrusts only got stronger and faster, your whines now being louder and high pitched, he covered your mouth with his hand, moaning lowly.

''..hah..my sweetheart can't hold back their moans..'' He chuckled as he saw you open your eyes and furrow your eyebrows at him.

He cupped your chin with his hand, you felt his thumb on your lips, you sucked in his digit and bit it to supress your noises.

Sweat dripped down his forehead, grunting and moaning deeply sometimes, the wetness and sweat on your thighs made a loud smacking sound every time his hips hit against your ass.

You both had failed at being quiet, yet, you didn't stopped your indecent actions, his thrusts got more feral, his body rocking against yours faster and deeper.

If Trish and Nero were suspecting about you two doing such activities, they definitely wouldn't have any doubts by now, as your moans and sighs rumbled on the room along with Dante's grunts and growls.

''..M-more..!'' You whimpered, you had given into your lust and desires for your lover, the pleasure being too much to think coherently now.

It didn't took too long for Dante to grab your legs and wrap them on his waist, picking you up by your hips, carrying you as he moved your whole body up and down on him, his hips hitting against you harder and faster.

If you were to look down to his lower torso, you would only see a blur.

His shaky breaths were tingling your ear, he was ramming his whole cock into you, kissing your walls, you hugged his chest, breathing against his sweaty neck.

''..S-sweetheart..g-good..'' Dante spoke to you in a low voice, moving one hand to your back and caressing it.

You raised your head to his, he lowered his gaze to kiss your lips, passionately, nibbling on your lower lip.

As the seconds passed, the pleasure and lusty feelings were too much to bare, you felt a tingling and strange sensation on your lower half, along with his cock twitching, you both knew what it meant.

''..I'm gonna...!'' You hissed, Dante fastened his movements, moving one hand to cup your cheek and look into your eyes.

''...Cum on my cock, sweetheart...'' He kissed your cheek gently, you nodded and hid your face on his neck again.

As your orgasm hit you like a giant wave of ecstasy and arousal, you moaned out particularly louder than before, he kept fucking you through your orgasm, grunting.

It didn't took him long to finish off, panting and holding onto you as if you were going to dissapear anytime.

You looked at each other as the heat of the moment cooled down, speaking to each other through your gazes.

He carefully sat you down on the chair you were sitting before, tucking his pants up, and reaching closer to a tissue box he had.

''Let me take care of you...'' Dante cleaned your sweat and juices off your body, with one hand caressing your cheek.

You were of course tired, laying lazily on the chair, you looked as your lover walked around the room, picking some clothes and reaching a glass of water to you.

He helped you get dressed, before picking you up and sitting on the chair, you on his lap now, he kissed your head as you sat there, enjoying each others embrace, Trish and Nero would have to wait for tomorrow for any apologize.

[russosafehaven]

Maroon

A/N: No new chapter of Widows and Men yet, so I’m continuing with the Midnights collection of one shots :)

Title: Maroon

Song - Maroon - Taylor Swift

Pairings: Hades!Billy Russo x Persephone!Reader

Content: GN!Reader, No use of Y/N, Pre-Rawlins!Billy and Frank, In fact it’s just a different universe where Billy doesn’t work for Rawlins, Billy’s abuse, Modern Greek God AU, Ares!Frank, Aphrodite!Maria, Harmonia!Lisa, Deimos!Junior, Asclepius!Curtis, Karen is reader’s roommate, Mortal!Karen, Themis!Matt, Nemesis!Foggy, Dionysus!Jessica, Calliope!Trish, Mentions of pregnancy, An emetophobia warning, Reader can get pregnant but again they’re basically gods so genitalia isn’t really relative at all to that

This is obnoxiously long compared to my other writings, at least in my opinion :)

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When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf

‘Cause we lost track of time again

Laughing with my feet in your lap

Like you were my closest friend

How’d we end up on the floor anyway? You say

“Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that’s how”

I see you every day now

The gods lived forever, that’s what mortals believed. To an extent they were correct. The divinity of the gods lived on in different forms and names, life after life. Yet they were never quite the same as before. You’d often find yourself wondering what it would be like to be worshipped at a temple again. For people to pray to you as they once did all those millennia ago. A part of you wanted to know how you ended up here, laying on the floor next to your captor and lover. Despite the reincarnations you all had similar stories, you suspected the Persephone’s before you felt the same. Your eyes trailed over the figure next to you. His perfect, chiseled jaw and dark eyes that felt as if they bore eyes into you.

Mortals had many variations of the stories between Persephone and Hades. You had read many of them during your lives and found yourself teasing Hades often. Calling him your captor and then your lover, sending his head for a spin. The two of you loved the other deeply, desperate to do anything for one another. The night you first met was one of your favourite memories.

You were out with your roommate, Karen, at a local bar. She was a mortal unlike her friends and work associated, Matthew and Foggy. Matthew was Themis, ruling over justice who was blind just as each reincarnation was. How perfect that Matthews best friend would be the incarnation of Nemesis who ruled over balance and divine judgment. The two ran a small law firm, Karen was their first client and now worked with them.

“Okay okay, I see where you’re coming from Persephone, but you don’t understand what it’s like to work with Themis!”

You let out a small laugh, the truth was in all your lives you never really spoke to Themis or Nemesis. As the deity of spring and rebirth it was never really needed. Yet now the three of you bonded over your reincarnations, telling tales of the lives you’ve all lived. Entertaining your mortal friend with loud storytelling. The moments you lived in like this felt like living in your divinity again. Since the cycle of reincarnation started, you had lived many lives. Nothing felt more special than your first thought, the beauty in seeing the seasons change. Your mother, Demeter destroying lands for you. It was special and having friends who could relate to the deity ship was nice.

“Yes but that is only this life isn’t it? I’m sure he can’t have been that bad in previous lives”

Matt shook his head, the red lenses of his glasses catching the poor lighting of Josie’s. It was simple, a mortal meeting place yet the energy felt static. Like Dionysus himself had blessed the place. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had.

“Hey Seph? There’s someone watching you, over by the bar”

Matt’s voice was quiet, almost as if he was nervous. You could tell he was sending a deity. Like yourself and Foggy, you could all sense other godly beings. Making it easier to find those who were close to you. Your eyes trailed over, landing on a dark haired man. Slicked back hair and nice dark eyes, next to him sat a man and a woman. Both had dark hair, the man’s hair was cropped tightly while the woman had hers in soft waves.

“Hades…”

You murmured softly. Karen’s eyes widened, as did Foggy’s. Many of your young adult years were spent searching for Hades. Your destined other half, as the Fates would dictate. Scanning the man’s details you couldn’t help but noticing he was doing the same. A glass of what looked like whiskey was resting in his hand, being nursed gently. If you looked close enough you could make out semblance of scars. Soon enough a dark skinned man walked over, clapping Hades on the back before taking a seat next to him. You wondered how the group knew each other. Was it pure chance like you and your friends or were they all close in previous lives?

And I chose you

The one I was dancin’ with

In New York, no shoes

Look up at the sky and it was

A waiter came over, placing down a maroon liquid in front of you. A small tray of pomegranate seeds on the side, six to be exact.

“Curtesy of the gentleman at the bar”

The waiter walked off and you looked up at the man. He was staring at you, a small smile gracing his lips. You picked one of the seeds up, placing it to your lips and eating it. A smirked crossed your face, mirroring his and you sent him a wink before returning your attention to your group.

“Was that some sort of deity foreplay?”

Karen’s question was from a nice place but you couldn’t help but snicker at the way she said it. Before you got a chance to respond, a familiar brunette figure slid their way next to Foggy and Matt.

“Yes, it absolutely was”

It was none other than Jessica Jones otherwise known as Dionysus. She was pretty much always chronically drunk and very blunt. Lightly you shook your head, amused by her antics.

“It barely was Jess”

She snorted lightly. The two of you had been close in a few lives and you were glide to find one another again in this one.

“The most important story mortals tell about you is the whole you eating six or eight seeds for Hades? That’s definitely foreplay and I hope you get some tonight cause I have money on it with Calliope”

You took the rest of the seeds, eating them while sipping the wine you had been sent. All while being watched intently from the bar. The rest of your friends went off into their own chatter as you eyed Hades. Looking over to Karen, you sent her a look. Asking for confirmation, she nodded and you walked over. Taking slow steps towards the bar. As you reached him you placed your hands on the back of his chair, placing your lips to his ears and whispering to him.

“Thank you for the drink Hades”

Before you had the chance to walk off, her turned around. Grabbing your wrists gently. His eyes looked ink black up close, like small pieces of obsidian. Fitting him perfectly.

“How about you come with me Persephone? You were my flower after all, besides, I need to clean up my mess”

The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

You sent him a questioning look before he picked up a glass of red wine, purposefully spilling it on your top. Your face warmed rapidly at the gesture. Not to mention his voice, smooth as honey on your ears. Shyly you nodded towards him. He turned around to pay which gave you enough time to send a thumbs up towards your group. Jessica had moved next to Karen, allowing Foggy and Matt to be less squished. They all returned the gesture, Matt a few moments later as Foggy took the time to explain.

“I’m heading out, don’t have to much fun without me. Look out for Asclepius you two. No more fighting either Ares and thank you for your company as always Aphrodite”

Hades turned around, placing an arm around your waist gingerly. As he led you out the bar you could feel your heart getting faster. The rhythm in your chest remaining slightly unsettling with each step you took with the man. The two of you reached a classic white Rolls Royce Wraith, dripping with luxury. ‘Fitting for a king’ you thought. Hades opened the passenger side door, allowing you to climb in before he buckled the seat belt for you. You watched with patience as he got into the drivers side, turning the car on and pulling out from the parking spot.

“So, Persephone-“

You cut him off, giving him your mortal name instead. Not many called you Persephone, since most of your friends were mortals. There were a few deities, but not many.

“What?”

Hades was confused, you could tell. Chuckling quietly, you tried to compose yourself. Allowing your voice to explain why you had interrupted the man who was driving you to his place.

“It’s my mortal name, most call me it seeing as most of my friends are mortals. I’ve only got… what five friends that are deities? I’m much more in touch with the mortals than some others are”

He nodded, eyes focused on the road yet his hearing focused on you. His hand closest to you reached out and you guided it down to your thigh, giving him your consent. His thumb strokes your legs through the fabric of your pants.

“Well as I was going to say. I thought we could go back to mine. It’s still pretty early, we could watch something?”

You blinked in surprise. In all your lives no Hades had ever been so chivalrous surrounding your relationship. Despite all the stories mortals told, most incarnations of Hades were still violent and cruel. Ruling over the Underworld was no easy task and it came out in a hurtful way towards you.

“You… you don’t want anything from me?”

His eyes flicked over to you for a brief second. Cracking a grin before answering you.

“Flower I want nothing from you but some answers to questions I have. I know my past incarnations weren’t the… nicest people. Truth is I’ve been hurt myself pretty badly. My mum, my mortal mother in this life. She abandoned me. Fucked me up pretty bad. I was what 11 when I learnt I was Hades. This guy he told me I was pretty, tried to feel me up. I ended up almost killing him with my powers. Anger, fear, all that it’s a pretty big trigger for me to get out of hand. Guess it’s why I became a marine, because if I’m scared there I can deceive myself into thinking I’m just fighting for this country. Marines was where I met Ares and Asclepius, their mortal names are Frank and Curtis. That was them back their, Frank’s already found his Aphrodite. Names Maria, they got two wonderful kids too. Lisa who’s Harmonia reincarnated and then Frank Junior, Deimos. They’re my family, even if that wasn’t what the fates planned for us in past lives. It’s nice”

He ended his story as he pulled up to an apartment building. You smiled to yourself at the thought of the King of the Underworld being around two young kids. It made you wonder if the two of you would have any. If you’d have your Melinöe and Zagreus.

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy

How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

Sobbin’ with your head in your hands

Ain’t that the way shit always ends?

You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway

Carnations you thought were roses, that’s us

I feel you no matter what

The rubies that I gave up

That happened nearly three years ago. Hades or Billy as he told you to call him had asked you out 13 months after knowing you. Wanting to take it slow due to your histories. Now here you were laying on Karen’s floor, making dumb jokes about the underworld. Karen was out on a date with a Homeland Agent named Dinah, another mortal you were close with having interviewed her for the Bulletin before. Frank and Aphrodite had told you they’d be visiting the apartment some time today with the kids, seeing as Hades was now confident in your relationship.

A wave of nausea hit you, as it had been the past few weeks. Bolting to the bathroom, your held your head over the toilet. Vomiting uncontrollably. Billy had followed you quickly, wanting to stay on your tail. As he heard the violent retching he burst in. You clutched at your stomach tightly.

“Do you want kids Hades?”

You asked him, voice hoarse from the retching. Turning your head around weakly, tears welled in your eyes. His eyes widened at your question. Realisation dawned on him, despite being celestial beings you still experienced things such as pregnancy in a mortal way. Which you despised. Weeks ago you had taken some pregnancy tests as your period had been late. You and Billy had always been careful, never wanting to conceive accidentally until you were both sure.

“Flower… you’re pregnant aren’t you? How long have you known?”

The questions overwhelmed you, but you didn’t want to show that. He noticed your state and knelt down, placing a hand to your face. Wiping the tears gently away.

“Few weeks, I’m not far along. I was just so scared you’d hate me”

And I lost you

The one I was dancin’ with

In New York, no shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was maroon

Billy pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back softly. As he pulled away you felt his face move down, tracing soft kisses down until he reached your stomach. He kept smothering you and neither of you had the chance to recollect yourselves when you heard the jingling of keys in the door.

“Hades, Persephone where are you two?”

Franks voice called out, you heard the footsteps before you saw anyone. It was Frank and Maria, looking down at the sight of you two. From behind them you could see two small kids, Lisa and Junior.

“What’s happening here?”

You looked at Billy and he looked at you. Nodding gently he begun to speak.

“We- I just found out I’m gonna be a dad. Seph is pregnant”

Maria brought a hand to her mouth and Frank let a smile cross his face. Looking different to his usual scowl. Lisa popped out from behind Maria, running over to Billy. Who she called her Uncle to give him a tight hug, Junior joined shortly after. You stood up to clean your mouth out. The six of you exited the bathroom, taking up residence on the couch as Maria made you all hot drinks.

“So we’re gonna have cousins?”

The young girl lived up to her previous incarnations. Bringing nothing but absolute harmony wherever she went. Lisa smiled brightly at her Uncle Billy.

“And what about Persephone, are they our auncle too Uncle Billy?”

Junior sat close to his dad, understandably so. Being the young god of fear must not be easy. Billy looked over at you silently asking you if you wanted to be family to them.

“If you want me to be, I don’t have to be family until you trust me little one”

You tried your best to remain gentle towards the young boy. As Maria rejoined you all, placing down a variety of hot drinks. Hot chocolate for you and the kids, coffee for Frank and tea for Billy and herself.

“This is your first time meeting Persephone, you don’t have to trust them right away Deimos and nor do you Harmonia. As long as you respect them and don’t speak poorly”

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

Nine months later you were laying in hospital. Covered in sweat, a gentle hand rubbing your arm in an attempt to soothe you.

“Persephone, you just gave birth to a healthy girl and boy. Seems like you and Hades now have your Zagreus and Melinöe”

Curtis’ voice cut through the post birth giving haze. You were still tired and in pain. Dopily you gave Asclepius a smile. Seeing as he was close to Billy, he had helped you both through the pregnancy. Being god of healing he was qualified for it luckily enough. The two of you had become close friends over the nine months, taking Billy away from you when you were just too overwhelmed to put up with the clingy god of the underworld.

Two nurses came in a few short moments later, carrying the twins. One was passed off to Billy and the other to you. Looking down at the baby girl you were filled with energy. Relishing in the peaceful bliss of having your own son and daughter.

“Renata Maia Russo and Cade Achlys Russo. How does that sound love? Our Zagreus and Melinöe”

Billy looked over at you, smiling. The sun was setting behind you. The sky a lovely maroon colour. Life felt peaceful and the red sky flowed against Hades skin. That day three years ago you ate your seeds, you allowed yourself to fall for Hades. Your other half, your king of the underworld. Now here you were, as scarlet skies bled onto the once baby blue background, you felt at home again.

Billy Russo Taglist: @snowkestrel

[falloutjuli]

OHHH BOYYYY OKAY. HEAR ME OUT RIGHT. HEAR ME OUT.

BUCCI GANG WITH G/N!Y/N (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC IDM <3) WHO IS AN ALIEN (Like from part 4) WHO'S LIKE PRETTY WELL ACCUSTOMED TO EARTH BUT ALSO. TENDS TO SHAPESHIFT INTO ANIMALS ACCIDENTLY WHEN THEY FEEL AN EXTREME EMOTION!!

like pissed at narancia because he broke their favourite cd? OHHHH BOY ITS A FUCKING CHIHUAHUA

Otherwise, have a lovely day and hopefully you've got some good requests to keep you busy, i know what it's like to be painstakingly bored lmao. if you don't feel like writing this one tho, that's fine :)

DRINK SOME WATER BTW. JUST. JUST A SIP. LIKE. A LITTLE SCHLURP.

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME THINK ABOUT THIS!!

And thank you so much for your kind words, always means a lot! Drinking water as I'm writing this. And now other people who read this... DRINK SOMETHING. NOW.

Anyways, i think it's on the more platonic side, but i think it can also be interpreted as romantic. Hope you enjoy my little writing!

Same content warning as before, typed on phone by an unhinged person 😎

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Bucci Gang x Alien!GN!Reader - Shapeshifting adventures

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The boys and Trish are pretty used to your sometimes weird antics but when they bit by bit discovered the shape shifting? OH BOY.

They were all used to you messing up small things that were normal to them, like teaching you idioms and stuff. But this? This is a whole new level of crazy.

First. The Narancia incident.

It's Narancia, so he pretended to know nothing about no CD. Especially not broken ones he helped pick out. No no, he knows nothing about this, never even heard of CDs.

But you know him and his bullshit so you keep nagging him about it, getting agitated by his constant lies.

And just when you wanted to full on speak your mind to him, poof. Bark.

He stares at a little Chihuahua where just Y/N stood that looked like it was ready to bite him.

Once everything in his brain clicks, he laughs his ass off. Tears in his eyes, his laughter filling all of the house, eventually drawing in Abbachio who just wants some piece and quite and now has to deal with Narancia crying/laughing on the floor and a.... Chihuahua angrily barking at him.

It took a while until Abbachio got answers out of the younger one and once everything was explained (well, everything despite what happened to the CD) he went off to get the rest of the gang, trying to contain his laughter on the way.

So everyone was informed then. Fugo and Giorno were super interested in this newfound quirk you discovered, Bruno and Trish were worried at first but once they saw that you had suffered no harm or were stuck in the form their worries subsided. Abbachio found it a little funny but was also glad you were alright.

Meanwhile to Mista and Narancia it's the funniest shit they have ever seen. They keep referencing it. "Ohhh Mista, don't steal their desert or they might turn into a puppy again!"

Those two are true idiots and once they pushed you a little too far and you accidentally turned into a grizzly bear, they finally stopped. For while.

Bruno had that worry again. He wasn't sure if you could maybe hurt yourself or them if this kept happening but you kept assuring him that's you'd never. It's just the form that changes, never the Y/N inside of the form.

Trish and Giorno are super kind to you as always and would barely ever push you into such extrem emotions to the point of accidentally shifting.

Abbachio and Bruno will always look out for you and will tell the others to stop bothering you/calm you down if they deem it necessary. They are never pushy about it, especially not Abbachio.

Fugo is... Certainly something. You're sure if he too was from your planet he'd be a walking zoo with how easily angered he is. You two spoke about that once and Fugo never felt happier to be from Earth.

While Mista and Narancia can certainly drive you up the walls, they also know when it's too much and after you turning into a bear, they decided they would stop trying to set you off on purpose. (Especially since Narancia brought up the possibility of you turning into a dinosaur. Which they deemed cool. But scary.)

This doesn't mean they will stop bickering with you over tiny things.

Mista also called you once a "Discount Giorno." Nobody found it funny and Giorno was tempted to transform his newly bought shoes with Golden Experience but decided against it.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

[I - The Magician] ; What made them decide that you were the one?

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst if you squint

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Character x GN reader

Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero

His entire life, there was a part of Vergil that wanted to be accepted and loved, so he’s very susceptible to someone giving him that kind of gratification. When he meets a person who is not only willing to keep him company, despite his warm and welcoming outlook, but does not judge him for his past or at least attempts to understand him, that’s where the first spark of affection bursts in his heart. Vergil is not a very socially inept individual, so it will touch him greatly if you go out of your way to interact with him. After spending the majority of his life in the Underworld, he is very anxious about rediscovering the human world again. One day, his s/o took him out shopping for some clothes for him - a ruse to get him out of the house, and they spent the entire afternoon out in town. Vergil has many fond memories from that day, and slowly, with each new moment spent together, each new kindness, he fell for you harder and harder. But it was during a celebration with the dmc gang at a bar, when it hit him. He was discreetly watching you as you chatted away with others, a happy and relaxed expression on your face. As he is watching you, he realizes just how much he enjoys your presence in his life, so much he can’t imagine it without you.

Dante makes friends and lovers as easily as enemies. He developed a fast paced, hedonistic lifestyle that demands nothing else but immediate euphoria. This daredevil will resist settling down as long as possible. His personality, past experiences and dangerous life are all factors that play a part in his attitude towards love. But even a ladies man like him will sometimes catch himself wondering what it would be like to have a constant, reassuring presence in his life. What it would be like instead of quietly dragging himself out of a bed of random strangers, to roll over and cradling his partner to his chest as he snores away. To hear someone else’s voice echoing in the rooms of his house. Someone who he calls tell anything because he trusts them to carry some of this load.

He fought for so long that he sometimes forgets the reason why. Is it money, duty or just a habit? He pliers through the bodies of demons and people alike with a sword for his entire life, seemingly to no end. He’s not a hero, just a man who’s trying to find an end’s meet doing the only thing he knows. But you, oh, you bring the hero out of him. With you, he becomes ten times more courageous, more daring, more protective. His protective streak will only increase by your presence.

His shop got wrecked by demons again, but this time, it was different. You were there, locked in the basement with nothing to protect yourself with but a few store weapons he discarded in here. Just as a bunch of Hell Cainas ripped the steel door open and rushed inside, you didn’t even have time to recall your last wishes before a wave of heat and force and inhuman snarling swept all around you. The perpetrators couldn’t even let out a pained screech before they turned into ash. When you gather your whereabouts you realize Dante holds you to his chest while he holds the devil sword with his other hand. There is a moment of silence accompanied by his heavy breathing and the pounding of your heart. Dante finally settles you on your feet but instead of letting you go, he presses his huge horned head to your stomach. His arms carefully wrap around you and his wings envelop you. You stand there in complete surprise, and just as you start carefully patting his scaled shoulders, you notice Trish, Nero and the others standing there staring at him in complete shock. Dante pays them no heed, in fact, the only thing he takes into consideration is your slowing heartbeat, your warmth and your scent.

Suddenly, the reason why he’s fighting comes back to him. And loving you feels like a great adventure in and of itself.

For Nero, being the least emotionally closed off out of the three, it’s easy to form intimate connections. But one thing standing in the way of his love is his self-esteem. It’s hard for him to accept that he can love and also be loved in return.

Shortly after Dante and Vergil disappeared into the Underworld, running of the DMC agency sort of fell onto his shoulders. No one voiced this but everyone automatically put him in Dante’s position, meaning he had to run the shop, work jobs with Lady and Trish and clear the aftermath of Qliphoth. You saw how he was practically buckling down from all this but in front of everyone, he put on a brave face. When he was confronted with this by his s/o, he tried to shrug it off but eventually he broke down. He told you in choked sobs and short breaths that he didn’t know what to do, how to go on with his life. In the span of a few months, his already messy life broke into a million pieces. He had learnt that the person who brought so much suffering to everyone was his father, the person he admired most lied to him and discarded him and then he had to fight both of them, only to lose them in the end. And now, it’s expected from him to move on when there are mornings he can’t even remember how he got home or what day it is. You got furious, but not at him, at Dante, Morrison and this entire situation. After gently scolding him for keeping all of this inside him for so long, instead of taking him back to DMC office where others were waiting for him, you brought him to the apartment the two of you shared before he started spending practically all of his time at Dante’s place. You called Lady that Nero won't be working for a while in a tone that does not allow any protests. For the next several days, you didn’t let him do any demon hunting work and Nero hasn’t left your side. There were times when he felt like he should return to work. “When you’re ready, take as much time as you need. You always bend over backwards to help everyone. It’s time somebody took care of you,” you tell him and it feels like the weight on him is slowly lifting each day. Those first months after Qliphot were rough, but you stayed with him, supported him and cared for him. He will never forget that.

He knows he found his soulmate when he finds someone who gives him the same amount of adoration as he gives them. For the first time, he feels the way he makes other people feel. 

[strawberrysurecake]

Heyo! Love ur Bucci gang Hcs! (Especially the tsunderes ones!) Not sure if you're taking requests rn (sorry if ur not bsbdbdb) but I was wondering if I could request sum Bucci gang Hcs with a s/o who has Somniphobia! It's a phobia of sleeping, this can be due to being afraid of something bad happening while asleep or afraid of going to sleep due to nightmares and/or night terrors. S/o is afraid of going to sleep and tries to do everything in their power from falling asleep!

If your request aren't open or you don't want to do this request, you can totally disregard it! ^^

Bucci Gang + Trish with S/O Who Has Somniphobia

Contents: Giorno, Bucciarati, Mista, Narancia, Abbacchio, Fugo & Trish

Tags: G/N!reader, fluff

Thanks for the request, Pomegranate! Somniphobia is actually something I can relate to. I don't have much problems with sleep anymore but in the past, I used to avoid going to bed until I got incredibly tired. I hope all you somniphobes reading get the chance to overcome your fear!

As for my status about requests, requests aren't officially open beyond the neko short fics but I like to take them anyway because it offers a break in between projects I have.

Psst. By the way, I'm trying out a new aesthetic and informative format for my posts. I made the webcore-styled header myself in MS Paint from scratch too so I'm pretty proud of it.

❁ - - Giorno Giovanna - - ❁

He has a tendency to wake up in the middle of the night sometimes

It was during one of those nights that he heard you brewing coffee at 3AM

Shuffling downstairs and into the kitchen, he finds you nestling a hot mug of coffee with the darkest circles under your drooping eyes

He asks you if something is wrong but your answer of "no" doesn't satisfy him

"We have a day off tomorrow. There's no need for caffeine this late."

He learns of your fear of sleep and he's intrigued to hear you open up about a vulnerability to him so easily

He nudges the mug away from your lips and morphs the top buttons of his silk shirt into fragrant lavender buds

"Come. You need to rest. I'll sit by you until you're asleep."

❁ - - Bruno Bucciarati - - ❁

When coming home from a mission, he's used to having you run to the door to greet him but not at this unusual hour

It was 2AM when he returned and you were right there on the sofa, languid but ready to kiss him hello

"Amore, I won't be offended if you're asleep by the time I come home..."

Your explanation of how you can’t sleep unless he's there with you has him slightly concerned

After a little quick thinking, he zips together a concoction of fabric and cushions to create a crude cuddle buddy

"Let’s call him...Onurb. When I'm away and you can't sleep, Onurb will be here to keep you safe."

Although he'd rather be the one cuddling you to sleep, he supposes Onurb will have to do for a stand-in when he's away

Though he sincerely hopes you don't become too attached to Onurb...

❁ - - Guido Mista - - ❁

"Baby, it's 4AM. Why are you baking so early in the morning?"

He receives the most deadpan explanation for your fear of slumber, of nightmares and the inherent vulnerability that comes with sleep

Considering his superstitious fear over a single-digit number, he doesn't have much room to criticise your fear of a biological necessity so instead, he relents

He makes conversation with you while you bake but as soon as it hits 5AM, he's hauling your ass back to bed and keeping you there until you get some decent shut-eye

When you wake, the baked goods of 4AM have all been devoured by Sex Pistols

"See? Told you baking at 4AM was a bad idea!"

❁ - - Narancia Ghirga - - ❁

His little spoon is nowhere to be found and now he has to search the entire apartment for your whereabouts

If you're not in the living room, the bathroom or the kitchen then where the hell are you?

The front door suddenly clicks open and there you are with a small bag of snacks in one arm another bag in the other

"You went to the shops without me!?"

You could have at least bought him some orange juice

But what really matters is that you’re safe and you didn’t get kidnapped

"Why'd you go without me? And why this late?"

Though your somnophobia isn't something you want to bother him with, he insists you wake him up whenever your anxiousness gets the better of you

In his lean arms, he reminds you that he's always here to protect you from your fears

"How am I supposed to sleep well if you can't sleep well?"

❁ - - Leone Abbacchio - - ❁

He knows you don't have the best relationship with sleep so what he does is keep you locked tight in his strong arms until you fall sleep

He'll save you from your nightmares, shoo your sleep paralysis demons and hum a quiet lullaby to coax you into dreamland

He doesn't mean to hum you a lullaby; that's something he does on the cusp of sleep

If you mention this habit, he'll deny it

❁ - - Pannacotta Fugo - - ❁

"How come you're still awake?"

The evidence of an all-nighter are all etched into your features as he can tell

Despite how tired you look, there's a tenseness to your posture he can pick up on

"Is there something wrong? You can tell me anything."

Contrary to his suspicions, you're not sleep deprived because you're anxious over any upcoming missions but because of sleep itself

There's guilt over how he's never known this about fear of yours until now

The way he scoops you into his arms is tender

He's very attentive to your needs from that night onward and he takes rigid care to ensure your eight hours of sleep happens

Anyone who dares disturb your slumber will receive the biggest reprimanding of their lifetime

❁ - - Trish Una - - ❁

"Do you want some water? Tea? Warm milk with vanilla?"

She knows of your somnophobia and she won't rest until you're asleep

In the dim lighting of your bedside lamp, she shares a mug of hot milk with you as you share stories about your day

"That was the seventh phone call I received that morning. I wish they'd leave me alone while I'm getting my nails done. I kept hoping it was you who was calling."

She stays up later than she'd like but she can't help wanting to indulge in your company just a little more before fatigue takes over

So long as you sleep well, she sleeps well, too

[ghoulsister1]

🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 26: Skeleton💀

Dante Sparda x GN!Reader. Fluff. Fun times. Lots of funny stuff ahead. Just a sweet all around story really! Pranks. Decorations. Dante being Dante. SpookTober Prompt: Skeleton💀

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☆●~Groovey Bones~●☆

Dante finds a cool, life size skeleton decoration and chaos and fun ensues as Dante makes great use of the skeleton decoration.

You knew that when Dante was helping you decorate Devil May Cry this year for Halloween, he was gonna take the opportunity to have some spooky fun. And when he found your life like skeleton decoration, you knew he had some plans with it.

"Hey Y/N, ya don't mind if I play around with this prop for a while do ya?" Asked Dante. You shrugged your shoulders.

"I don't see why not" You Agreed as you sorted through the box of Halloween decorations you had stored. Dante grinned and took the skeleton with him to god knows where.

And that was where the chaos started.

Dante propped it up inside Nico's van in the driver seat with sunglasses. When Nico arrived back inside, she almost fell back in shock at the sight of the skeleton. Dante was clutching his stomach, tears of laughter streaming down his face at Nico's reaction.

It didn't stop there though. He propped up the skeleton in various spots around the shop, frightening Trish and Lady. Of course he had to dodge a few of their attacks after their scare!

You lost track of how many times you heard Nero yelp as the skeleton would pop up outta nowhere and give the young Devil Hunter a fright indeed.

"Damnit Dante! Quit it with the freaking skeleton!" Shouted Nero.

"Aw c'mon kid! It's October and that means spooky times!" Laughed Dante.

"Grr!" Growled Nero before storming off, making Dante laugh even harder.

Dante even pranked Vergil on occasion, causing Dante to run about the shop, desperately trying to avoid his brother's wrath after the last prank went awol.

"Jeez bro take it easy! I'm sorry! It's just a joke! A joke!" Yelled Dante as Vergil chased him about, using the arm of the skeleton decoration to slap Dante about the head with!

"Is it funny now Dante?" Asked Vergil as he continued chasing his twin about the shop as you looked on, shaking your head at the sight.

I guess Dante learned never to prank Vergil again!

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[lullabyofthesnow]

I think I love you, Dante

Dante Sparda x gn!reader

Warnings: Small descriptions of a demon, you are attacked by a demon, kissing, fluff

Dante had been gone when you woke up. Usually he would greet you with a kiss on your forehead before you were fully awake but this time the bed was empty. The sheets as if he never left. His scent all over the bed. Washing detergent and pizza grease. Not the best smells but it was Dante, so you didn´t really bother.

After another hour of laying around, you decided to leave the bed and make your way downstairs. The Devil May Cry office was never properly clean no matter how often you would clean it. Dante was just messy. Many pizza boxes littered the place and the lights did not work. You never knew why his bills weren´t paid but you stopped bothering him about it since he would dodge the question anyway.

If the lights did not work, the water would not be running either. The only solution would be to go to your own apartment and get properly cleaned. Your hair greasy and body odour smelling horrendous. All of your clothing was dirty and the only articles of clothing left were your underwear and one of Dantes shirts. You quickly packed up your clothing and personal belongings. When you opened the door, you peeked outside. If anyone saw you in only your underwear and one of Dantes shirts it would be embarrassing for you. Especially if Lady or Trish would see, they would never let you live it down.

As soon as everything was empty , you sprinted down the street down to your car. Once inside a breath of relief left your mouth. No one saw you and so you drove of into the direction of your apartment complex. Some streets had been closed off from demon attacks. Truthfully you did not know where Dante was this morning. He would never tell you when he had a new job, he would just leave and send you a fast message. Today though you received no message at all. It made you worry but he always returned to you, so you shouldn´t.

Suddenly you noticed a black creature flying straight at you. You quickly pushed the brakes, making your car halt. Before it hit your car, you opened the door and jumped out. The creature completly crashed into the windshield. It quickly recovered and swiftly made its way into your direction. You jumped up and ran into the direction of the Devil May Cry office, your phone still remaining in the passenger seat of your car.

Dante never wanted you to be involved in the whole demon business, you were the only part of his life that was normal. Even if you asked him if he could show you some tricks against those foul creatures, he would not tell you anything. That meant that you were helpless, at the mercy of the demon. Well, you supposed it was a demon because of its dreadful smell and hideous apperance. The only thing you could do was run and so you did. Adrenaline carried you through. The demon hot on your heels. Besides running you started to scream for help but no one was there. The streets were completly emtpy, as if everyone just dissapeared.

Suddenly something grabbed your leg and pulled you back. You fell onto your back and were slowly pulled towards the demon. Its mouth opened wanting to consume you. Many rows of teeth revealed themselves to you, making the sight even more horrifying. You tried fighting it but to no avail. This couldn´t be the end. You still wanted to do so many things in your life. Tears travelled down your cheeks. You still wanted to live, you still wanted to tell Dante that you loved him. Oh you loved him so dearly. Since you had known him, he had been so kind to you and always listened to your worries and fears and in return you did the same. He had to know your feelings but it was now to late. Its mouth moved closer and closer, out of instinct you closed your eyes afraid of the pain. You only awaited the teeth of the beast to finally take a bite out of you. Until.....

Nothing. Nothing happened. You slowly opened your eyes again. The demons mouth still open before you. Blood trickeled onto your forehead. The demon had been stabbed right through its supposed chest. The sword pointing into the direction of your forehead. Upon further inspection you noticed it had been Dantes sword. You saw it many times before he left for some of his jobs. The demon was cut in half until it was completly vaporised into dust. Sun casting a shadow on him, your knight without his shining armour. Dante stepped closer revealing his face to you.

He held a hand out towards you and with an amazed gaze you took it.

"Now, how lucky am I to stumble upon a sweet thing like you." He said that with a smile to his face. You jumped into his arms, relief washing over you.

"Dante, I am so glad you are here. I...I was so scared and I-." You were caught of guard by his lips pressing onto yours. A simple kiss but it told you so much.

"How about you explain to me first why you are only wearing a shirt." Embarrassment took over and you started stuttering, unable to form a proper sentence. Dante started laughing at that. In retaliation you hit his chest, making him laugh even more.

"You know what? Forget it, Dante." A pout formed on your lips and you turned around. With that Dante wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close.

"How about we have a date night today, after I am done cleaning up. Does that sound good to you, my sweet baby?" He teasingly asked you right above your ear. This made you completly melt into him, your bodies fitting perfectly into eachother.

With a smile you said, "Pay your bills first and then we will see." You both laughed and Dante turned you around to look at him. You stared into his dreamy icy blue eyes, a love struck look on your face.

"I think I love you, Dante." You pressed your lips onto his and he quickly replied.

"I love you too."

[bygiornogiovanna]

can you write diavolo for prompts 7 &or 68, with GN or fem reader, whatever comes to mind, thank you!

You can run, but you can't hide.

Yandere Diavolo x Afab! reader

#7: "Don't cover up, I want everyone to see that you are mine"

#68: "You can run, you can hide, but when I get my hands back on you, you'll regret it."

Summary: After months of being locked up in his mansion, Italy's mafia boss makes you come to one of his afterparties. Still having hope to escape from him, you use this to your advantage.

Word count: 2.1k

TW: yandere behavior, mentions of kidnapping, diavolo being violent, hickeys, reader is afab, they/them pronouns, possible grammatical mistakes

Hi!! I really hope you will like this. I kind of rushed it since, you know, it's my first request so...yay!! Thanks for requesting, love ya <3

A relieved sigh escapes past your lips when you hear your 'boyfriend''s invitation. Well, more like announcement, since you didn't have a say in the matter. You were happy that, at least, you were allowed to get out of this damned mansion and maybe socialize with other people that weren't him.

Him, who kidnapped you and kept you as a precious toy. The one who had you listen to him and follow him around as a scared puppy only a few months after abducting you. Diavolo. You cursed his name in your mind as you started to make a plan. You could use this situation to your advantage so you could get away from this shitty situation, from this psychotic person and this country.

"So, what do you say, darling?" His voice woke you up from your daydreaming and you looked at him as he took a seat beside you.

"Hm...It sounds good, I guess. Will Trish come too?" You asked, curious. If his stupid daughter would come too, your plan would be harder since he would make her come with you to the bathroom.

"No, she's going to a sleepover at some friend of hers." The man answered and you tried to contain your smile. Perfect. "Go get ready, we are leaving in two hours."

Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. Two hours?! He told you it would be soon, but he didn't tell you it would be today. Damn, that meant you wouldn't have time to make a plan B and a plan C, in case plan A and B wouldn't work. Well, you just had to hope that your plan will work and that you could finally get away from him.

You nodded and wanted to get up, but he pulled you back in his arms. You let out a surprised squeal, freezing when you felt his teeth nibbling at the lobe of your ear.

"Mm, I changed my mind. Get ready later, I want to spend more time with you." The pink-haired man whispered in your ear and you couldn't do anything but let him do what he wanted. If you didn't, he would get incredibly angry and that wouldn't end well, for you at least. You forced your body to relax in his embrace, a small whimper leaving your lips when his soft ones went down your neck, biting and sucking at some of your soft spots.

"D-Diavolo, dear, we can continue this later. I have to get ready, you know it takes time for me to choose what I want to wear.." You pushed yourself to say, taking one of his hands in yours, trying to contain yourself to not gang.

"Mhm, well make it take less. Don't wear makeup, I don't care." Diavolo mumbled, pressing your back against him. You sighed and let him do his thing in marking your neck up, knowing that fighting him was useless.

"Diavolo, please, I have to get ready..." You said again after a few minutes, in which your poor neck was almost fully covered in bruises. He sighed annoyed and grabbed your jaw tightly, turning your head towards him. The mafia boss just pressed your lips together and you leaned in, eager to end this already.

After painfully long seconds, he broke the kiss and let you get up from his lap. You immediately did so, going towards the bathroom to start doing your makeup. "What suit will you wear?" You asked before you entered the bathroom. Even if you planned to escape, that didn't mean you didn't want to look good.

"Black." The man said, following you into the bathroom. You took out the expensive makeup set he bought for you, starting your usual routine. When you got to the neck area, you sighed and started to apply a green color corrector, when a hand suddenly stopped you. "Don't cover up, I want everyone to see that you are mine"

You inhaled sharply at his words and nodded obediently, wiping the color corrector off. You continued your routine silently under his stern gaze, mentally preparing yourself for where were you going to go.

Choosing a beautiful burgundy red dress, the silk material perfectly hugging your body. Its length was a little above the knees and it wasn't too tight either. For shoes, you chose a pair of black heel-less sandals, so you could run off them. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled. You didn't look too bad and you also matched with Diavolo. If it wasn't for the hickeys on your neck, you could say you were stunning.

"Darling, are you ready?" He said, offering his hand and you nodded, shyly taking it. In fact, you weren't shy; you were disgusted to touch this sick man in any way. But, for the sake of your health and the plan, you did it.

After a long, silent ride, you arrived at a luxurious restaurant. You assumed it had at least five starts since the entrance had a red carpet welcoming its customers. You had your arm wrapped around Diavolo and, when you peered a look at him, you tried to contain your shock. To say you were scared of him at the moment was an understatement. You knew he was a powerful man, but the way his power radiated off him made you shiver. He had a superior look on his face, his back straight and his chin up high. If it wasn't for your relationship with him, you would've fallen right there and then for him and you would be on your knees, ready to do whatever he wanted you to.

"Don't look so scared, it's only a facade. I have to be like this so they know who's the boss. Pft, not like they wouldn't." You heard the taller man say, but that didn't ease your anxiety. You knew what he was capable of and that made you question your plan. Who knows what he will do to you if you fuck up and he catches you. Shaking those thoughts away, you bite your lower lip and nod.

The moment you two enter the restaurant, the whole chattering falters. Everything went quiet, it was like he screamed at them to shut up, but he didn't. He just entered with you and went to his table, where some of his subordinates waited for him, his most trusted ones, you supposed.

Diavolo took a seat at the head of the table, gesturing you to take the one beside him. You did as you were told and the people there started talking. Nobody was talking to you, though. You wouldn't be surprised if you found out they weren't allowed to.

Minutes passed, taking small sips from your wine, you looked either at Diavolo or his teammates. "Darling, can I go to the bathroom?" You suddenly asked, touching his hand softly. He nodded, signaling one of his girl teammates to go to the bathroom with you, never interrupting his conversation. Fuck, well, that wasn't good. You and the unknown girl started going to the bathroom and she let you enter, waiting outside.

Sighing softly, you analyzed your surroundings. The only way outside, except through the door, was through a medium-sized window. And the only way to get there was to climb the wall. However, the bathroom was pretty small so you could successfully climb. You struggled to make as little noises as possible and got up there, starting to crawl your way out.

"Oi, everything good there?" You heard a feminine voice ask and your eyes widened. You forced out a "Yes", trying your best to sound as natural as possible while your stomach was pressed to the window's sill. A small hum was heard in response and you sighed relieved. You got out of the window and jumped down, scratching your knees in the process. When you wanted to go to the gate so you could climb it, you heard a loud sound coming from inside the bathroom. It sounded like a broken door. No way, why the fuck did he break the door?!

"Where are they, you incompetent fucker?!" You heard Diavolo's voice yelling at the girl. You gulped, almost feeling bad for her.

"I swear they were here two minutes ago!" She answered, her voice shaking. You decided to not listen to their conversation anymore and went back to running to the gate when you saw a guard. Your heart started to beat so fast that you thought it would leave your ribcage and sweat was rolling onto your forehead. Oh shit, why didn't you think about him having guards all over? You thought about sneaking around the guard, but soon realized it would be useless. You couldn't climb the gate with guards here, especially since they were looking for you. So, the only options left for you were: one, you hide in one of the bushes and wait until they thought you ran away and went out looking for you, or two, go back to Diavolo and accept your punishment. You chose the first one since the second one was straight-up stupid.

"Where are you, little one?" You heard Diavolo's voice muttering as he was walking around the zone you were hiding. He was suddenly incredibly calm, his tone much different from the raging one you heard half an hour ago. Your breath hitched and you placed a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from making any sounds that could attract him here. "Come out from wherever you are. I know you didn't get out, you aren't stupid enough to climb a gate with so many guards around. So, come out on your own before I find you. Because after all, we both know that you can run, you can hide, but when I get my hands back on you, you'll regret it."

He was talking so calmly as if he knew you were right next to him as if he knew you were listening to him, hiding in this stupid bush. You thought about surrendering again, but no. He was surely manipulating you, testing to see how weak you are. There's no way he could know you were here, you were 100% positive nobody saw you.

"Amore, come out on your own. Don't make this harder for me than it already is. I don't want to punish you too hard, but if you keep testing my limits, who knows what I'm going to do with you." He spoke again after a minute of silence, making you shiver in fear. 'Go away, please' you prayed, biting your own hand anxiously. Maybe somebody up there would finally hear your prayers and let you get away from this fucking monster.

"Fine, if that's what you want, don't say I didn't warn you." Diavolo sighed and he started walking away from the bush close to the one you were hiding in. You wanted to sigh relieved when you stopped hearing his footsteps hitting the soft grass, but a hand suddenly grabbed your hair and pulled you up. You screamed in pain and you let the tears that were threatening to spill out of your eyes a few seconds ago fall onto your cheeks. "There you are." He purred sensually in your ear, throwing you onto the grass next to the bush. "What did I fucking say about trying to run away?" He said and walked through the bush, not caring if he ripped his suit or not. You were heavily shaking, looking at him with glossy eyes and fat tears rolling down your cheek, ruining your makeup. "Come on, I don't have the whole night, ungrateful bitch." Diavolo snapped and grabbed your hair again.

"T-T-That if...I ever...t-try to do it...again y-you'll break my l-legs." You whispered, choking on your own tears, balling up your fists to try and steady yourself.

"That's right, oh, that's so right my dear doll. Now, I should keep my promise and break your legs. But I don't think that will be enough, will it?" He said, holding his head up by your hair.

"D-Diavolo, please. Please don't, I- I promise I will be good. Please don't hurt me." You cried out useless pleas, but he didn't seem to care. His hand let go of your hair, making you fall back onto the ground, hitting your head on the ground.

"It's like you're a broken record. You always tell me the same shit and you always do the same thing that brought you into situations like these. I really don't understand, do you like being in pain?" The boss spat, his body hovering over your body. You shook your head vigorously and he scoffed.

"I think it's time for you to get a real punishment."

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