📍— No sex, gunplay, primal/ predator x prey, dub-con (then clear consent), comfort and aftercare, roleplay, cuddling, chasing, ‘I love you’, very clingy Dante
wc: 2725, TW: Dub-con, blood, mentions of victim blaming.
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an: I feel like the piece i hate the most was the original version of this piece, so I made it gay and added more aftercare. I decided some of the writing was extremely vague and didn’t have any depth. I tried to fix some of my wording, added some masculine elements for my male/ trans masc readers, and even included a few of my own headcanons. Yes yes you get purring Dante and Dante with fangs. This is still far from my favorite work, but it’s also the biggest hit I have on ao3 so maybe it’s not that bad and i’m just insane, but anyway here you go.
Almost every nerve in your body was burning. The muscles in your legs were about to give out, face flushed with a hot, overwhelming sensation. The exhaustion of running for so long was about to bring an end to your story and he knew it. Dante knew you could only run for so long, that’s what excited him most. Knowing that you, a mortal, stood no chance against him. It’d only be a matter of time before your knees buckled under the weight of your own body. As you ran, it almost seemed like you’d finally managed to get him to lose track of you.
You hid. concealed behind a dumpster, the smell was less than pleasant, but if the putrid stench of garbage got that man off your tail then it’d have to do. Your lungs were begging for air. You were holding back wheezes, your muscles weak, and sore. It was hard to keep yourself silent, but with your hand covering your lips and your body sprawled out across the ground, you were safe. The place was petrifyingly cold, you sat in a pool of who knows what. Blood? Bile? A gross mixture of garbage. How could you get out of this hellish maze? A demon chasing after an innocent man. You’d heard about it in the news, Red Grave wasn’t exactly the safest place for a lonely guy, especially not a tourist. But you never thought you’d end up a victim yourself. Dante was still ‘searching’ for you, well that’s what you were assuming at least.
He didn’t have to do much scavenging, he could smell your fear. Your heartbeat was nearly ringing in his ears. You were just barely catching your breath when you heard the clicking of heels on the pavement nearing your hiding spot. Instantly your eyes shot open and you stilled your breathing, desperately trying to regain control through stuttering breaths. A single peek under the dumpster confirmed your fears. He was back. Just the sight of those brown cowboy toed boots had your heart racing again.
No amount of fleeing could exhaust this man. Well, if your assumptions were correct then he wasn’t a man at all. He was something else entirely, a monster, not one with horns or scales. But rather a cold blooded monster by blood. The entire time you’d been running he’d blabber out questions. ‘So… What’s your name?’, or even ‘What are ya’ doing out so late? Lookin’ for trouble?’. You were too dazed with adrenaline to answer or even understand the words he spoke or dissect the song he hummed as he followed you, it was just background noise, the soundtrack to the most horrifying moment of your life.
Before you could come up with a plan to escape, Dante was already scanning the room. His fingers tapped against the hard plastic cover of the dumpster, mocking confusion while he looked around the corner of the alleyway. He reholstered Ebony and Ivory while letting out a defeated sigh.
“Have I seriously lost track of him?… No, he can’t be far.” He said mockingly, his boots dragging instead of clicking like before, prolonging his presence. He knew you were hiding there, behind that dumpster. Your breathing was deafening, too loud for someone whose life depended on their silence in that very moment. He almost found it endearing in a sense. A handsome man, vulnerable, scared for his life, doing everything in his power to remain concealed. Although, your attempts were slightly pathetic. You didn’t know who he was but he almost had this ego that forced him to wonder why you even tried running from him. He’d end up finding you no matter what you did.
The screeching sound of locked rubber wheels grinding against pavement filled the alleyway and snapped you out of deep thought. There he was, Dante shoved the dumpster out of his way as if it weighed only an ounce. Finally standing before you, his body blocked your way out and he knew you didn’t have any other choice but to forfeit. Dante had a disgustingly smug smile on his face, it seemed like he had been holding back that smile and the chuckle that followed since the moment you realized he was looking at you as prey rather than a hook up or a date. You hadn’t gotten a good look at him since he first tried to get your attention on Main Street, but now that you looked at him he was rather striking.
He was more than six feet tall, silky silver hair parted down the middle with a slight wave to the length that met his shoulders, a jawline too dangerous in the possession of a man like him, and those blue eyes... The eyes of a predator, eyelids so heavy with arousal that his glare made your heart stutter in your chest.
“How come you didn’t just give up sooner? There’s no way outta’ here, you’re at a dead end. Why’d ya’ think I chased after ya’ in the first place?” He spoke slowly, both of those big calloused hands reaching for his sides, unholstering both of his pistols before aiming directly at you. Your body reacted instantly. You don’t remember lifting your hands. One moment they were shaking, clawing at the ground, the next they’re hovering in the air in front of your face as though your body made the decision without any input from your conscious. Your shoes scraped against the ground to push yourself further against the corner of the bloodstained brick wall as if the concrete could save you from your fate.
“Do you want money? I have some cash in my wallet—take it! Just… don’t kill me.” You muttered from strained lungs, taking a peek at him through the fingers that blocked your view. The silence grew louder and louder until it became unbearable. Your pulse pounded so violently you could hear it ringing in your ears, drowning out everything except the shakiness of your own breathing. Every instinct begged you to move, to run, to scream, to do something… But your legs refused to obey. To your surprise Dante simply frowned and shook his head, stepping closer. “What do you want then !?…”
“Take a guess—better yet, stand up.” He demanded, but somehow it almost seemed polite. It wasn’t a demand full of anger or urgency, instead he gave you a chance. For a long moment you actually sat there and pondered. Obey and face the consequences of your submission, or die alone in a cold alleyway. Instead of shoving the muzzles of those pistols closer, he let you decide. After another minute, Dante's sharp nails tapped against the triggers of his pistols, forcing you to focus on him once more. Reluctantly, you stood up on shaky legs, grasping the side of the dumpster for support.
Dante’s eyes wandered over your body, taking in your broad shoulders, your biceps, the way your brows furrowed in defense although you were clearly terrified. His eyes were locked on your pecs for much longer, though. You had decided to wear something cool and flexible for your walk, a tank, but in his eyes, you’d actually decided to show off just for him. He stepped closer, his presence alone was intimidating but that smug smirk on his face was more tantalizing. He reholstered one of his guns, leaving only Ebony in his left hand while his right reached out to pull you closer by your hair, his fingers tangling in those strands, tightening whenever you dared to resist. By instinct you pulled back, but when he pulled your hair toward him you couldn’t help but gasp and stumble toward him with a groan.
He didn’t have to speak another word to get you going. The way he handled that pistol had ignited some sick masochistic fire that had been kindling in the deepest pit of your stomach, laying dormant. The way his nails just barely scratched against the nape of your neck sent shivers down your spine. He took notice, raising a brow and scoffing in your face with rolling eyes.
“Open up.” He growled as he swung the handle at your jaw with a loud click that secured the magazine into its chamber, leaving you with a bruise that formed in an instant across your chin. A hiss left your lips as he struck you. You granted him his request reluctantly, but you couldn’t deny that the pain sent an ache straight down to your groin. Both of your hands flew up to his chest as if to prevent what was about to happen, but it was pointless. His right hand pulled your head back, forcing your lips to part even wider. Without further warning, the muzzle of Ebony stretched open those lips of yours. A sadistic smile spread across Dante’s face while you let out a sob. The gun was angled sideways, forcing your jaw open as the barrel slid even further into the warmth of your mouth.
Adrenaline had tainted your senses already, the running, the hiding. Your natural reaction to the forced intimacy had been one you’d never experienced—nor wanted to experience before. A rush of heat clouded your head as you took in the foreign sensation, and his smile only grew wider when you looked into his eyes. Dante drank in each protest and whimper you dared utter, he just couldn’t get enough. “Don’t you look beautiful…” He spoke against your ear, the feeling of his breath sending shocks through your entire body. It’s almost like he knew how to make you melt.
You were ashamed to admit it, but you wanted more, your mind concocted a million perverse thoughts at once. Dante’s lips inched toward yours which were still spread out around the gun. His tongue darted out to lap up the drool that had been dripping from the corner of your lips while his free hand let go of your hair once he sensed your excitement. He loved that taste, the sound of your sobs, the way your chest rose with struggled breathing. Perfection.
You’d never thought of yourself as someone with such a sick fetish, but this strange man had opened your eyes to something brand new. Your eyes watered and your mouth rejected the foreign object, but Dante wouldn’t allow you to get away. Not again. He got off on your tears, your sobbing and whining. His free hand wandered, exploring your body, starting with your chest and slowly trailing down toward your hips, squeezing with his whole hand.
“You like this don’t cha’? You’re just as filthy as I am. And there ya’ were, crying like some kind of victim.” He smiled and shoved the pistol further into your mouth, it nearly pushed past your tongue and into your throat. You gagged and thrashed violently in his hold, crying and begging with your eyes for mercy. But then it struck you. No one could hear you here. Your voice wasn’t echoing off of the walls like before, it was just you and Dante. The realization forced silent sobs from your lungs, the fight in your body had been entirely drained.
Dante watched your tear filled eyes, the way your body trembled with each silent sob. His lips curled into a smirk as he finally pulled the pistol from your mouth, only to replace it with his own. The pistol hung at his side, still dripping with your saliva. His lips crashed into yours, hungry and predatory. The kiss was rough and messy; teeth clashing briefly before Dante deepened it by sliding his tongue past your parted lips.
You tasted like fear...
He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrated through both of you as he pushed you against the brick wall. One hand still gripped your hip while the other tangled back into your hair. This wasn’t affection, nor did he care for where things went afterwards. This was ownership, temporary. Just for tonight. The sensation between your legs lingered, hot and heavy, tantalizing. You needed relief and it was painfully obvious by the tent now forming in your pants.
The moment Dante broke the kiss, his expression shifted. It was subtle at first, then unmistakable. That wild, predatory glint in his eyes softened. The possession and intensity melted into something more familiar. He exhaled a quiet laugh and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, the affectionate kind that said ‘I love you’ without truly saying a word. He leaned back just enough to look at you, really looking carefully before smiling. He inspected your face for true fear, but didn’t clock even an ounce. You knew you were safe. That smile wasn’t the same smirk of dominance from before, but instead the warm, lopsided grin only your Dante wore when it was just you two again.
“Hey,” he murmured softly, thumb brushing away a lingering tear on your cheek. “You okay? That got kinda intense.” Ebony was quickly holstered back against his hip and hidden underneath his coat, put away to eliminate any threats. He pulled you back against his chest with a playful grunt. You hadn’t spoken in a long moment, you were still riled up. But when he didn’t hear a peep after his question he looked into your eyes, silver brows furrowed and his head tilted to the side.
“I’m—Yeah! I’m okay, thank you Dante…” You mumbled against his chest, nuzzling the bare skin under his henley long sleeve tee, his neck and chest were dlittered with bites and hickies from nights ago. He was warm underneath the red leather, your body sought out that heat and only hugged him closer. He was like a massive magnet for affection.
“Alright, alright, I think it’s time I gettcha’ back home baby.” He spoke, watching as you practically melted onto him. It was so sweet to see you completely relaxed after such a stressful night of play. You were completely exhausted after that intense chase but by the time Dante managed to pry you off of him and set you down you were already galloping back down the alley, eager to return home to hopefully continue this adventure somewhere more private. “You’re a real softie for someone who just ‘wanted to try something new’, y’know.” he yelled as he followed far behind you, his voice echoing through the brick alleyway.
The second you two arrived home things had kind of sizzled out. You were physically exhausted, Dante was way too apologetic for scaring you in pursuit of your own excitement, and you had both decided to simply get a pizza on the way back instead of diving right back into sex. You were both clearly in need of some rest so you opted for laying on the couch.
“You’re so clingy,” You muttered into Dante’s hair while he laid his face across your chest. He hummed and wrapped both arms around you like the massive six foot tall koala bear that he was. “You’re acting like you were the one who was chased through a dark, grimy alley by a man with two giant pistols.”
Dante laughed out loud, “Geez, can a man just get some cuddles?” He mumbled into your chest and reached one arm out toward the table just in front of the couch for a slice of pizza. He took a big bite before lifting up the cold slice of pepperoni and cheese to your lips where you then took a bite of your own. There was nothing like sharing junk food with your lazy halfbreed boyfriend who was probably even more affectionate than you were at this point. “I love you so much…” He muttered through a mouthful of greasy goodness, all while he rubbed up against your chest like a cat.
You just laughed. Laughed at the way he didn’t give a single care. “I love you too, Dante.” You whispered back. His nonchalance wasn’t an insult at this stage in your relationship, He could be climbing out of bed half naked, sweaty and confused and you’d still blush at his ‘I love you’. Gently, you ran your fingers through his hair, scratching those spots that made him visibly tremble from the sensation. You both just basked in the silence until you felt your chest start to vibrate.
📍- Pairings: Dante x Reader (romantic) Vergil x Reader (platonic) Nero x Reader (platonic)
‼️- NO SPARDACEST
📍- Tags: Dub-con (via: drunk sex), No sex, Platonic relationships, Short reads, Alcoholism, Casual drinking, Drinking games, Mentions of mental illness/ disabilities (via: substance abuse)
wc: 1671
Synopsis: Nero, Dante, and Vergil get drunk with you lol.
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DANTE
After a very rough breakup you found yourself at a club with a few friends, well… You weren’t quite sure if you could call them friends after what happened.
They swore up and down they’d babysit you so you could cope over a couple shots. But then a couple of shots turned into a few, a few into a handful, and a handful into a shit ton. The last thing you could properly remember was dancing with an older looking man, hell, you probably danced with the whole city that night but who you ended up with the following morning was the aforementioned older man.
Dante was out on a similar mission. He hadn’t been broken up with but he certainly had a justified reason to be on a binge. His whole life he felt justified in his overconsumption of alcohol, but that night he had seriously overdone it. He started drinking in his early twenties at pubs, usually sitting around on a stool while other mercenaries whispered about him behind his back. He really only ever drank by himself, but decided after a few decades that it was time for a change. He loved to dance, but never really went out to clubs. Too loud, too crowded, just not his vibe.
You couldn’t seem to get yourself up and out of bed. Your eyelids would flutter open, you’d groan and look around the room, but it took you nearly an hour to really get up and open your eyes. You were terribly sore, every muscle in your body twitched and ached as you tried to get yourself up to sit on your ass. The side of your head was throbbing and your right ear was ringing. It was like you’d just been hit by a semi-truck.
Unbeknownst to hungover you, the ‘semi-truck’ was laying right beside you. Dante, improperly dressed, wearing only his gloves and socks. Neither of you noticed one another, that is until he finally woke up and sat up once he sensed you. His body did a much better job at metabolizing liquor than yours did so when he looked at you he was immediately overwhelmed by all the blurry memories of the previous night. You turned to look at him when you felt the bed shift and screamed bloody murder, terrified at the old man in your bed.
“Hey, hey! Relax!” He whispered, hoping that his calm tone would calm you down.
You couldn’t be bothered to properly assess the situation or process any of the regret that settled over you in that moment. You just dragged two hands over your face and let out a disappointed groan. Where the hell did your friends go?! What happened to them being your babysitters? You never got yourself into trouble like this, you had survival instincts—at least you thought you did up until now.
“Are ya’ okay, hun?” Dante grumbled while shifting around under the sheets. He felt embarrassed, wasn’t sure where the hell he was and he didn’t have any clothes to save him if he had to dash out of this place.
“Did we have sex.” You said bluntly, it came off more like a statement than a question. It was a dumb question to even want to ask, you were both laying in the same bed completely naked and clearly hungover after a long night of partying.
For a second Dante just stared at the wall, then flicked his eyes towards you just to find that you couldn’t look at him either. “Uhh… I think so, ‘m sorry. I’ll go, yeah?”
“Hold on! I have… questions.”
Nero
Sometimes you, Nico, and Nero would gather in Kyrie’s garage after some hardcore demon bloodshed. Nico would supply a few beers but when you noticed Nero abstained from drinking on most occasions you inquired about his preferences on alcohol.
Turns out that super hard worker, the quarter-bred demon with an engine powered sword and a revolver that had the power of a sawed off shotgun was more into sweet drinks and liquor than anything. He wasn’t exactly repulsed by the bitter, bready taste of beer, but would much rather have something smooth and fruity to soothe the stomach. Y’know, that first shot of vodka or tequila after a long day of work burning its way down your throat and settling heavily in your gut. That’s the feeling he loved.
You on the other hand would drink just about anything that was provided to you. But you decided that Nero deserved a bit of a treat after Nico tortured him with Stella’s and Budweiser’s all week.
That weekend you pulled up to Kyrie’s place and knocked on the door, but Nero was the one who answered and thankfully he was alone. No kids bouncing off of the walls, no wife to order him around. He let you in while trying to hide that grin on his face when he saw the bottle in your hand.
“Are ya’ just gonna invite yourself over and throw a party at my place?! You didn’t even call to ask,” He laughed while locking the door behind you. You had already walked over to the dining room table and set down the bottle of liquor on the wooden surface, even setting down a couple of shot glasses.
“I’m not throwing a party—I was hoping it’d just be me and you. I planned on calling Nico but I think it’s about time me and you get slammed on our own time.”
It was late, you were already a few drinks in. Nero had a can of cola in one hand as a chaser while preparing to take another shot. You tried to keep up but after about four doubles you decided not to drink yourself to death. He decided that shot would be his last, gulped down the rest of his soda and slammed himself back onto the single seat recliner with so much force he tipped the whole thing backwards and ended up under the seat by some ridiculous miracle.
There wasn’t much hope left for either of you. Nero groaned in pain while you watched, one of his hands reaching out to signal for help like all those times Wile E. Coyote ended up under a comically massive boulder. You couldn’t help but laugh maniacally in your drunken state. The eight shots only seemed to amplify the effect his fall had on your already exhausted body. You laughed so hard you swore you’d grown a six pack once it was all over.
Kyrie wasn’t too happy when she got home the next morning to find the recliner on its side, you sprawled out over the couch, and Nero curled up on the ground.
Vergil
“You always come up with the most foolish ideas. You just breed mischief don’t you,” He stood at the end of the table with his arms crossed.
You proposed the idea of a drinking game and had even come up with rules and circumstances. But when Vergil didn’t wanna do something you’d know it. He’d roll his eyes, cross his arms, stare at you with his signature judgmental glare. He’d never outright reject you, instead he’d just have this look on his face that screamed ‘leave me alone’. But you had a loophole to get through to him and it worked every time.
“Y’know if you’re scared i’ll win you can just say that.”
In an instant Vergil scowled and rubbed the bridge of his nose before finally taking a seat beside you. A pile of cards sat stacked in front of him, you had already grabbed a card to read aloud. The premise of this game was rather simple. Be asked a sensitive question, if you choose not to answer then you take a drink. There was one problem. You were shameless, Vergil on the other hand was blunt sure, but had lots of secrets. a
“Ready?” You asked him while raising a brow. He huffed and nodded his head.
“Alright, Vergil… What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve said in bed?” You couldn’t help but giggle as you read the card out. Before you could even finish Vergil slammed a fist down on the table and turned away from you.
“Ridiculous! You don’t expect me to answer such a question, do you? All to prove I can handle a few schnapps?” Vergil shook his head and stood there again, his arms crossed, rolling his eyes like a child on the verge of a tantrum.
“Come on! It’s just a question!” You put the card down and looked at him, trying to fend off the laughter threatening to burst out through your lips.
“Draw another card.” He snapped back, turning to face you with that same expression from before
“If you want me to draw another card then you’ll have to take a drink, you know the rules.” And so you poured him a shot and slid it towards his side of the table where he still stood with his gloved hands tucked under his arms.
“Fine, I’ll play along with your game.” He took a little sip, furrowing his brows at the sharp flavor hitting his tongue. When he caught you watching him in his peripheral he decided to just bite the bullet and down the rest of the drink.
The night continued on in the same way. At one point Vergil stopped arguing over the nature of your question and would just slide his glass toward you while clicking his tongue with that signature Vergil sas. After a few more Vergil was slouched over in his chair, his words barely connected, it almost sounded like his tongue was numb. It didn’t take long for him to finally knock himself out, his head crashed into the table and he made a pleasant smile almost as if it had been years since he’d gotten any rest at all.
“I think you needed that…” You said while sitting in your chair, still completely sober and not at all surprised.
I know I said i’d post the rest of my stuff with male reader versions but I’m mega depressed and don’t feel like doing anything, so that will have to happen some other time 😭
"C'mon! This is ma' mom's ring, 'got it polished and resized just for you,"
synopsis: You and Dante have been together for 5 years, he plans on making you his in more ways than one.
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🪽 — Fem!female reader ver.
You could probably write an entire book full of all the lovely times you’ve spent with Dante. Every picnic, every late night dinner, every trip to that sketchy bar on the corner. It seemed every day was getting better and better. Sometimes—most times—you’d still get this ache in your heart when he looked at you with those gentle grey-blue eyes of his, after almost 5 years together. A gentle, caring look he didn’t give many others.
Dante had brought up marriage a few times, but a wedding was way out of reach even if you were to combine your assets. Hell, you were both living day to day, paycheck to paycheck. Every penny he got was spent on the bills. Sometimes you resented him for it but you’d remember that before you moved into Devil May Cry, Dante didn’t give a damn if the light was on or if he could run a hot bath. Having a man who was chronically miserable until he met you change his ways was enough to draw you in. Even then… You still had dreams of a traditional wedding, both of you on an altar, silk drapes, suits and ties, warm candles and wine on each table.
But you would never want to pick between a breathtaking reception or the life you have now, because each moment you spent in this run down shop with Dante was one you'd treasure forever. Whether or not you threw a party.
Today was a tad different. Dante came home to find his sofa empty, the seat behind his desk? Also empty. But there were still traces of you everywhere. A blanket draped over the sofa, that desk chair slightly displaced, and the smell of your cheap cologne scented body wash lingering in the air. You had just taken a shower, Dante called home earlier that evening letting you know to get ‘dressed up all nice’ for dinner tonight. You assumed it would be another trip to Bullseye which he’s been visiting somewhere in Red Grave since he was in his twenties, but he had something else planned.
“So didya’ get dressed, baby?” He shouted from below the bedroom while getting settled in. For a moment he paused to listen for any sign that you were home at all, he could’ve very well been talking to himself but then you replied.
You were in the bathroom, towel hanging off of your hips, trimming your facial hair in the sink while you waited for your damp scalp to dry, although standing around in a foggy room probably wasn’t helping speed up the process much. “I’m almost done!” Your voice finally broke the silence. Even when divided by a flight of stairs and a few inches of drywall Dante couldn’t help but blush. He covered his face as if you could see him, ‘Get it together! You’re in your thirties blushin’ over a handsome man…’, he thought to himself while shaking away that tingly feeling in his chest.
“I’ll wait for ya’ right here!” He replied while shifting around in that old desk chair, pushing his hair back and staring at the roughed up leather on the toes of his boots. Dante never thought he’d settle down, fighting monsters wasn’t exactly an occupation that made the guys swoon. By the time he’d turned 22, he sort of just accepted that he had rotten luck with men. Most would look his way, some would approach him, but not many would stick around. Sure he was a handsome guy but that little detail was the catch. Y’know, having to tell a hottie that you have demonic heritage might make you seem like some stuck up asshole or a crazed freak. He was tall, a face sculpted by a very generous god, and not to mention he was pretty well endowed. The guys he’d been with in his past would always say he’s ‘too good to be true’, and in a sense they were right. He’d never wanted to date. Feelings would linger here and there, but he made sure to never lead a man on because well… Love like this, like what he had with you, would’ve cost them their lives.
Now that he had you in his life though, that all changed rather quickly. A man who knew how to handle a few pesky demons? Not only did he find your fighting spirit sexy, but you were the perfect partner when it came to your priorities. You were all for taking it slow, not only in your relationship but with life in general. You being a pizza enthusiast was just a plus.
While he lounged around in the living room, he’d already come up with a plan to surprise you. He took the contents of that tiny paper bag he carried home and stuck it in his coat pocket, hoping that the hug he planned on giving you once he saw you wouldn’t spoil the surprise.
“Dante! I’m ready!” You panted out while storming downstairs to see him sitting behind his desk. He seemed fidgety but his eyes never left yours. Dante was practically smiling ear to ear, the way you had dressed so casually for such a special occasion was slightly endearing. While getting ready you were probably expecting a little trip to the tavern like you’d done almost every weekend for the last few years.
“Oh, baby I know I told ya’ to get pretty but I was expecting slacks or a tie or somethin—well, not that ya’ aren’t pretty without the clothes… Y’know what, I’ll shut up, let’s go,” Dante’s face went red in an instant, realizing he’d just made an innuendo when this night was supposed to be all about romance. You caught onto his nerves and decided it might be better to go along with his silly plan than to make him worry any longer.
“Are we going somewhere nice?! You didn’t tell me! I'll change, just give me a minute!” You instantly ran back up the stairs, feeling slightly rushed now that Dante had gotten out of his chair and was standing at the stairs waiting for you. But you refused to be dressed down in such a fancy place—hell you didn’t even know where you were headed, but if Dante wanted you all dressed up you’d oblige no matter the occasion!
Dante shook his head and stood in that room in silence once again, one foot perched up on the first step in anticipation. He was being way too obvious, there’s no way you didn’t know he had something special planned. Part of him still clung onto the fact that fine dining was uncharacteristic of him and hoped you weren’t expecting a thing. He had never sat down at a candlelit table with a white tablecloth, neither have you… Yeah, works out fine! You won’t expect anything! He stood there hyping himself up for what felt like ages before you finally came back down. The sound of suede oxfords tapping against hardwood caught his attention and snapped him out of those nervous thoughts.
“Okay, I'm seriously ready this time!” You spoke with a tinge of determination in your voice. It was nice to see Dante without a giant sword on his back or an arsenal of guns in his waistband, he looked put together, his hair effortlessly falling over his face, that beard neatly trimmed after months of neglect, and his boots were polished, despite the scuffs on the toes and heels they were still his boots.
He’d been slightly distant today, almost secretive. He left the house early that afternoon but it seemed he wasn’t headed to work. He wore his nice black and red coat instead of that old torn up coat from his twenties that made him look like a vampire. He didn’t tell you where he was headed but promised he’d be safe, halfway through his trip into town he called you on a pay phone. He didn’t let the phone ring though, he left a quick five second message because god knows he wouldn’t spend a dime at a pay phone.
You had excused it though, maybe for a few hours you were grumpy he’d made you stay home instead of letting you accompany him, especially on a nice spring weekend, but once that voice message came through you forgot all about those pesky thoughts.
“Ya’ look… hmm… breathtakin’!” He chuckled to himself and took your hand in his. Rough, calloused, not much different from yours since you were a hard worker yourself. Your heart fluttered the same way it did every time he held you like this, with tender care despite that catchy title he carried. He was your boyfriend, not a demon hunter anymore, not now while in your hands. Dante led you toward the front door, unlatching it and swinging it open with a nod of his head, “C’mon!”
You followed, stepping outside and down those three concrete steps. A cool gust of wind tickled your chest and sent a little shiver up your spine. Once Dante caught up he had instinctively started to tear off his coat to offer to you, but then tried to play it cool, realizing that the gift he had for you was still in his coat pocket and he couldn’t let you find out. Maybe letting you wear jeans and a hoodie would’ve kept you slightly warmer tonight, but he had to go forth. Couldn’t let one little thing fuck up this date he had planned.
Living near Red Grave City had one perk, only one. Even though the outskirts were much sketchier than the city itself, riddled with disease and demons, the night scene was pretty lively. Not seedy or overly crowded in the sense you expected before moving into town, but in the sense that if you went outside you’d probably run into a friend at a bar or come across a speakeasy downtown. Plus, a river ran through both sides of town, parallel to the other. One was in the next city, probably contaminated with something that’d wreck havoc on your liver—But the other was well decorated and rather tidy. You could find folks down by the docks, having homemade lunches atop picnic tables, on the weekends gondolas would float down the water, restaurants and shops lined the riverside.
Dante was taking you there, to the riverside restaurant you always seemed curious about when you two would go out on a job or just wandering around downtown, hell maybe he’d take you shopping. Nice cars would pull up to this place, the valet was always booked full of expensive cars, Corvettes or Cadillacs, it seemed like a place for people from out of town. No local would go to such a place in their right mind, but Dante knew. He knew this place was out of reach, experiencing something you two considered a luxury would be peak romance.
Walking to the restaurant meant you got to skip to the valet but you’d be lying if you didn’t stop to stare at the cars on the curb. Fancy looking rides of all varieties lined the valet line. Dante’s hand rested on your shoulder, and once you make it through those doors you sort of realize that even after changing into spiffy new clothes, you both stood out like a sore thumb in a room full of higher class folk. But Dante didn’t let you pay it any mind. He didn’t want you to think for even a moment that you didn’t look your best.
“This place looks way nicer from the outside,” He whispered, having a feeling you’d agree.
“Yeah, turns out I don’t have the best taste—Dante? Do you think they have chicken tenders?” All you could do was laugh, making light of the way you two had dressed and talked like a couple of commoners, also reminiscing on all those times you begged him to go inside while still dressed in your disgusting work clothes.
“God—c’mon hun! I can’t letcha’ eat chicken tenders at a place that charged me a fee for making a reservation!” He hushed you before stepping up to the host’s counter, various young ladies greeted you both and in a short moment led you to your table. It was already set, a bouquet in a porcelain vase rested atop a white tablecloth along with a couple of wine glasses, not to mention the assortment of stainless steel utensils.
“There ain’t any pictures of the food on the menu… How am I supposed to know what to eat?!” He sighed. You and Dante had sat and stared at that menu for what felt like forever, the server was starting to get annoyed and had absolutely caught onto the fact that neither of you knew what you were doing in a place like this. Once you finally placed your orders you both indulged in a bit more wine than the average person could handle. You ate every bit of food on your plate, and Dante… He had sucked the bones on his land chops completely dry like a rabid dog.
Dante’s nerves had certainly settled after a few drinks, and you just couldn’t seem to quit smiling and laughing at everything he said. In a room full of wealthy nit picky assholes, you probably sounded like a pack of hyenas. Your dinner service seemed to end quicker than anyone else’s, food was dropped off, plates and glasses were also picked up within the same hour. It was clear they wanted you both gone, but neither of you cared. Dante reluctantly paid the tab and led you outside. Both of you were still tipsy and decided to wander around town. It was a great night, spring time is when all the couples came out. You could find groups at patio tables, bars, on trails holding bouquets and gift bags. But Dante being the humble man he was decided he’d take you somewhere simple.
The shopping idea from before was thrown out the window, he’d already spent a few hundred bucks on dinner alone, and you were well aware of it even though he hid the check from you. You didn’t mind either, you were both humble souls and couldn’t fathom going to designer stores. You both decided that a nice walk through the gardens and toward the river docks would do. Once you both started on your walk you felt some kind of intimate tension in the air. His arm was wrapped around your body, hand resting on your hip.
“Dante? What’s the special occasion? We have literally never done something like this together…” You spoke gently, your eyes glued to the ground. For a while you thought maybe it was your anniversary? But he was almost six months early to celebrate your next special day as a couple, and it wasn’t even your birthday either.
“Uhh—You just looked extra cute in bed this morning and decided a cute guy needed to go on a nice date with his equally-as-cute boyfriend.” He playfully flipped his hair at you and turned to see your face. He froze for a second and was scared to nudge you any further. Your face was scrunched up, he almost thought you were on the verge of tears. But out of nowhere you burst into little giggles and laughter. You loved how corny and sweet Dante was and always tried to be.
“Oh god—you just… You're ridiculous!” Even with eyes overflowing with tears and the interruption of laughter, You still looked just as captivating to him. Even while sprawled out over bedsheets, half nude, your face probably covered in drool. He stood there while you composed yourself and just stared in complete awe. He had never felt this way about anyone else… He didn’t want to ruin things, he didn’t want to get you hurt, that’s why he’d waited so long to finally take you out and finally ask for you to marry him.
Everything surrounding you was out of focus, he was looking only at you. Dante usually tried too hard to make you laugh, but this time he seriously got you laughing. This morning you woke up barely dressed after a long night of sex, pizza, and movie binge watching, if anything he was the good looking one. But in Dante’s eyes, seeing you in his bed every morning, all domestic and his was the highlight of his day.
“Quit laughing! I’m serious—ahem… I’m serious!” He stood there all sassy looking, hands on his hips. Once Dante repeated himself you tried to quit the giggling and finally stood up straight, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes. You quickly apologized and saw how he stood awkwardly, almost looking like he regrets saying anything at all. You immediately moved to comfort him, stepping forward to wrap your arms around him but he shoved you backward with wide eyes in the same moment. The ring, that diamond ring he got you was still in his pocket.
“Are you seriously mad at me?!”
“God! No babe, I just… Just follow me, I’ll make it worth your while.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you further down the trail, face bright red, his pointed ears turning a blushy pink as well. For a second you wanted to snap back and ask questions but just as quickly as you opened your mouth to retort, you shut it. He led you past a few flowered hedges and trees, in this area the running river could be heard through the greenery accompanied by the distant sounds of birds and squirrels settling in for the night and crunching gravel beneath your feet. It was rather elegant. The architecture was lovely, a dimly lit fountain stood tall between rose bushes, colorful shrubs and vines climbing up old polished cobblestone walls.
The walk wasn’t long and thankfully no one was around. Dante could feel the pit in his stomach slowly beginning to gape as he led you toward a bench in front of the fountain where you got a nice view of the docks and the lake. He bent and sat on the bench then grabbed your hand, pulling you down into the spot beside him. He tapped his foot anxiously and decided there couldn’t be any more time wasted. He planned to take you to the docks for a gondola ride but it was way past their closing time, at this point Dante didn’t care where you were as long as you said yes.
“Dear? I know today was kinda… unexpected. But I've been planning this for ages, n’ I’m not letting ya’ get away,” Dante held your hand as he spoke, low and smooth while his free hand reached into the shallows of his pocket. You watched in confusion until his hand emerged from behind red leather and you saw it. A thick metal band with a diamond much too large in comparison to the metal that held it together. “Marry me?—I only ever wanted you, baby. I knew once I started considering marriage that you were the one!” He let out a nervous chuckle before looking over at you. For a long, intense moment, you didn’t say a word, so he got on one knee right before you and bowed his head.
You stared at the band and in an instant your heart swelled to capacity and then came the tears.
There was no way you could do this, you two can’t afford this. Where had he even gotten such a beautiful ring? How did he get the right size? You can’t afford a wedding right now, no way… Dante watched as those thoughts flooded over you. You nearly lost all your color and seemed to go stiff. You were lost in your own mind, your eyes still glued to the diamond he held pinched between two fingers. You hadn’t noticed but his hands had begun to shake. Then after a prolonged bout of silence he spoke again.
“Please baby? I’ll give ya’ everything you’ll ever need.”
“Dante we can’t do this right now!” You had to force the words out in fear that he might assume you’d reject him. You wanted nothing more than to marry him, he just needed to hear it. But in that moment all you could convey was that neither of you were financially stable enough for marriage. And that made his heart break.
“C’mon! This is ma’ mom’s ring, ‘got it polished and resized just for you. I went back to my childhood home ‘n snatched it up. Where do you think I was all afternoon? I saved up enough to get this ring restored and I even got your name engraved on the inside. I ain’t a dumby though baby, I'm also saving to gettcha’ a even prettier ring for our wedding.” He was well aware that neither of you were in the best situation. Dante didn’t need a wedding, but he knew deep down that was what you wanted and he was willing to give it to you. He hadn’t spent much money resizing and touching up that ring, after all Dante is the type of guy to know a guy who knows a guy.
Nor you or Dante had a family that was willing to pay for a wedding. Friends? Sure, but no way was Dante going to retrieve Vergil from hell so he’d help pay for his wedding, and Nero was out of the question as he was also in the middle of financing his own wedding with Kyrie.
“Are you sure?…” You replied through sniffles and staggered breaths, your eyes were locked onto the ground. He looked at you and just smiled, nodding his head gently until you finally looked back at him. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
The night didn’t quite end there. Sure, his spectacular romantic plans to take you out on a gondola ride were foiled, dinner was much pricier than expected, and you still had a long walk back home… But, Dante felt like everything still went as expected. You said yes, that’s all he wanted. On the other hand you didn’t care one bit, you probably still would’ve said yes even if he proposed at home over pizza and scotch. You loved each other dearly and it almost felt like you only had each other to begin with. Yes you both had friends in common, but if things went to shit—Dante would always be there to help.
On the walk back home he held your hand as you slouched around. You were really starting to feel the effects of those brand new oxfords as you wobbled around, not because you were still feeling the effects of the wine, but because It was simply uncomfortable walking around all night in shoes made only to look formal. Halfway to Devil May Cry, Dante had literally swept you off your feet. Unable to see you withstand the pain in your feet, he carried you all the way back home. Bridal style, ironically.
While hanging from his neck like a koala, he just couldn’t quit looking at you. It was like he was in a kind of trance. He would lean in to smell you from time to time, really taking in the smell of your cologne. He was seriously eeling the possessive urge to keep you glued to his side. On the other hand, being so close really allowed you to pick up on each detail. He had gotten his beard trimmed and a fresh haircut. Dante looked so good you couldn’t quit inspecting his face. Once you finally got to the shop, Dante couldn’t wait to get you back in bed.
He let your feet touch the ground after minutes of being carried down the road, the moment you landed on the wood and that door was locked, he pushed you back up against the double doors. His mouth was on your neck in seconds. “I wanted ta’ getcha like this as soon as ya’ came down those stairs in this outfit.”
Your heart rate spiked, suddenly you were hyper aware of the way that ring hugged your finger. You felt like a possession, and you were more than happy to be only his. Dante touched you gently, his fingers tracing over the cloth covering your hips. “I dressed up all nice just for you to undress me? that’s a shame,” You spoke in a teasing tone, singing out your reply. Dante knew exactly what you were doing. He gave you a big mischievous smile before slipping a few fingers under your waistband.
“If ya’ keep on teasing me, I might have to put a baby in ya’.”
“Oh—is that a threat…”
One thing led to another. You didn’t quite get to make it to the bedroom before he had you completely undressed. Every part of your outfit, tie, shoes, even your watch was left in a lewd trail leading up to the bedroom. He opened the door and let you walk in, staying back to watch the way your hips swayed as you positioned yourself on the edge of the bed. Not quite sitting, but leaning on it.
He closed the door behind him and approached you while admiring your muscular body, sitting there daintily. There was a smile on your face, one that screamed erotic anticipation. He stood between your thighs, and you knew just what to do, it was almost like a ritual. You undid the golden claps strapped across his chest with a little snap on each one. Once the harness across his chest was loose, you slid your hands over his shoulders and let his coat drop to the ground before finally removing the harness. His shoulders were so broad, his pecs so defined that everytime you saw him like this, you wondered if you were fucking a giant.
He unzipped the neck of the quarter zip sweater and pulled it over his head. Before he was even able to throw the sweater aside, your hands began exploring his abdomen, tracing over each muscle and looking at him with furrowed brows.
The way you touched him… you wouldn’t know by looking at him but he felt like a feral animal in containment. Having you so close yet having to hold back the urge to pounce on you… It had his cock straining against his pants after only a few minutes of kissing all while he panted like a dog. “Dante, are you oka—Hey!”
Before you could finish, Dante leaned over your body, pressing you into the sheets beneath. Seeing you in nothing but that ring, not as his boyfriend, but as his fiancé? You might’ve thought he was joking about the baby at first but this time, he was serious. “God I wanna breed ya’ so bad, baby…”
At first hearing the words ‘breed’ and ‘you’ in the same sentence surprised you, but when you saw those needy blue eyes sparkling with arousal, you felt the exact same effect. Your brows shot up in shock, but when he pressed his hand to your lower tummy you imagined exactly what he was imagining. You, bloated with life, a child of his own. The idea of it made your dick ache, those words alone had sent a current of wanton desire straight to your groin. “Please? I wanna make ya’ mine… God, you’d look so pretty in a suit, pregnant with my baby.”
“Stop. Stop talking!” You said over him, suddenly your head was clouded with thoughts of being impregnated, it’s almost like that ring carried some type of sick curse. Not only did you feel the need to devote yourself to him completely, but you also wanted nothing more than to start a family at that very moment even after all that bickering over finances earlier that night. It wasn’t the idea of having his child that turned you on, but the process. You even told yourself to take a moment to think this through, but the devil on your shoulder—Dante—was eagerly awaiting your approval.
Immediately, Dante stood back up, taking your hands in his while taking a step back, “Shit…I’m sorry, did I make ya’ uncomfortable?”
“No! I just… You’re starting to convince me.” You chuckled, bowing your head in embarrassment. The thought of being so full of his seed that your womb aches, being folded into a mating press and fucked until your body went limp? “You know what… I didn’t think I'd be into it, but I—I uhm…”
“You want it dontcha’? Ya’ don’t have to tell me baby, I can tell,” He shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours, kissing you urgently while running one hand up your back. “Can’t wait to fill ya’ up, wanna knock you up real nice. The ring isn’t enough, baby, everyone needs to know you’re mine.” He spoke with a voice so desperate that when he put it like that, it sounded like you were the only man in the world who could bear his heirs and you were all in.
Dante carried you only a few inches to the corner of the bed with the intention of tossing you onto the sheets, when he did, you bounced against the bed causing your pecs to jiggle slightly in response. His eyes locked onto your stiff nipples and he couldn’t help but swoop down to suction his lips to one of those sensitive buds. The sudden stimulation made your cock throb uncontrollably, you hissed at the way his tongue worked around your nipple and when his other hand slid up from your back to the other side of your chest you let out a moan and allowed your head to roll over your shoulder in ecstasy.
He knew exactly where to touch, he knew just what got you going and tonight he wouldn’t let you go a second without feeling incredible. You could feel his hand move from your pec to undo his belt and as soon as that belt buckle was loose his pants and briefs were pushed down just enough down to let his aching cock spring free. It was heavy in his hand and even heavier looking as he rested the tip of it against your abdomen. It wasn’t your first time with Dante but in this position his size looked much more intimidating when you saw exactly how deep he’d be once he got inside. Your body was at the edge of the bed, legs folded up to your chest, and your back flat against the sheets. Dante stood over you, two feet on the ground, his hands pinning your knees to your shoulders. The position was putting strain on your back and abdomen, but when you realized exactly what he was doing, it didn’t quite bother you as much.
Dante bent at the hips, taking in every detail of your body, but he just couldn’t get enough of your chest. It sits squeezed between your thighs, your nipples perked up for him to lean in and start sucking on all over again. The effects of his tongue on your nipples were rather dramatic, your balls contracting and spasming with every little touch. His cock was grinding against your length at the same time, making your head spin while a combination of your slick coated both your shafts.
“Yer’ so wet baby, look at you,” He moaned in between sucking on your nipples. The slurping sounds from his tongue flicking against your nipple filled the room, and occasionally sucking to leave marks against the gentle skin. The sound of his breathing and sucking was audible even through the pleasure induced tinnitus ringing in your ears. Dante was trying to get you so sloppy that you would be begging for him to be inside you. “You’re leaking everywhere and we haven’t even gotten started yet.”
Haven’t gotten started? You were already incredibly riled up, awaiting the penetration you so desperately needed and he says he’s just barely getting started… You let out a little sigh as his hands slid down from your knee to your ankles, spreading your legs further apart so that he could press into you with added pressure, the tip of his cock catching against your glans, rubbing so well that he forced moan after moan from your lips
“Dante, please!” You whimper, the high pitched tone unintentional but easily excusable.
As soon as you pleaded, Dante gave you a smirk, something about that expression told you exactly what you were getting yourself into. He pulled you even closer to the edge of the bed, the moment you threw your head back you felt Dante’s tongue swipe over the bottom of your cock, then gently suckling on the tip. You didn’t even bother holding back the gasp that left your lips. His tongue swirling over your tip came as a bit of a surprise but there was no way you were going to complain when your cock was practically spewing pre just for him. You were aching so badly that anything Dante did was welcome and it didn’t take long for him to catch onto what your body wanted, that’s when he really started to get into it, using his tongue and fingers together to tease you and catch every drop of arousal. Dante moaned against your length, “Is this whatcha’ wanted? Or was there something else ya’ had in mind?”
He spoke in a tone so tantalizing that you didn’t even bother to respond. He’d never teased you like this before, holding what you so desperately needed over your head. You’d be able to taste yourself off of his tongue once he was done sucking up every drop. It was hard to believe you could be so turned on by the mere sight—but it was happening right in front of your eyes. He took every inch of your cock deeper and deeper, two of his fingers scooped up the droplets of arousal gathering around his lips and he plunged them into your hole by surprise. You were so needy that a small puddle of your juices combined with his saliva had collected on the sheets underneath you as he looked you right in the eyes.
“Please! Oh God—just fuck me, please!”
“Ah, I had a different plan in mind but I don’t mind giving ya’ whatcha’ want,” He released your length from his throat with a pop of his lips. His voice was so rough and thick with desire that you felt it vibrate through the tip of your cock as he spoke. He leaned back to stand in between your legs, grabbing ahold of your knees and folding you back into a mating press. The tip of his cock was already soaked, leaking with pre-cum. Dante reached down and stroked himself a few times before lining himself back up right against your entrance. “Ya’ look so pretty like this, and you’ll look even prettier when I fill ya’ up, baby.”
The moment Dante started to press the tip of his cock into your hole, your body reacted immediately by squeezing around him even before he had a chance to plunge his full length inside. Your head was thrown back against the bed while your hands reached out to grab at your legs, spreading yourself open for him. Despite the size difference you’d become accustomed to, he still stretched you out like always. You even insisted on rushing, but the contrast was obvious and made your eyes roll nonetheless. Slowly and with ease, Dante slid all the way in, balls deep.
"Fuck—you feel so good,” He groaned, “You always feel so damn good…” This wasn’t the first time you’d gone without a condom but it was the first time the goal was to get you pregnant. The thought was still so foreign to you, but being in a mating press was really what sealed the deal. He couldn’t even fit his full length inside without the head of his cock pressing against your cervix and the length dragging over your prostate with every single movement, plus the bulge in your belly was probably the sexiest thing you’d ever experienced. “I’m so deep in ya’, baby, your body’s so perfect for me.” He mumbled before gently rocking his hips back and forth.
You moaned in response, “Mhn—more. Please, don’t stop...” His filthy words were driving you insane.
He bent down and put your legs over his shoulders, his chest now pressed up against yours. Dante leaned in for a kiss, catching every moan and whine you made while he started to move his hips. He was moving faster now, so deep that you felt your cervix struggling to hold him back, clearly he felt right at home between your legs, rutting into you like his only goal was to breed. “Baby… Ah—fuck… I love you so much,” His hips collided with yours over and over again, torturing both your prostate and cervix and forcing loud, pleasured moans and grunts from your swollen lips.
“I-I love you too—please… Dante, I’m—oh shit, I'm so close,” You spoke through gritted teeth, your tone wavering as he pounded into that spot deep inside which only he could reach, your hands searched for a place to rest in a bout of overstimulation. You grabbed at the sheets, his back, his hair, you even reached to cover your mouth but Dante immediately swatted your hand away.
“No. Don’t hide ya’ voice,” He leaned down to press his forehead to yours, his face contorted into one of pure ecstasy. Your whines and moans were like music to his ears and he was determined to milk every little cry from your lungs. “Let me hear m’ boy—my husband, I love hearing ya’ say my name.” His words hit your ears in such a way that made your mind go completely blank. The only thing you could think about was how you felt and how much you loved this man, so much so that you’d be willing to care for his child for decades to come.
There was a rush, one that sent shocks from your core and sent varying shivers down your spine, your orgasm was rapidly approaching. But, before you could regain control, Dante wrapped one large hand over your cock, massaging the sensitive tip on your cock between his palm and fingers. Your eyes squeezed shut as your legs went numb, trembling uncontrollably even in his grip. Your hands frantically clawing at Dante’s back. Your moans went from low to high, silent to loud, then they trailed off into desperate pleas as your climax came in waves, spurts of hot cum shooting from your cock with each one of Dante’s thrusts, your vision going fuzzy from how hard you had squeezed your eyes shut. “Please, please,” You gasped and moaned, too overwhelmed with pleasure to know what you were even begging for.
“That’s it,” Dante groaned through bared teeth. This was the closest you’d ever been to seeing him break. He was just as vocal as you were, growling and mumbling incoherent praises. “Fuck—baby… I’m gonna breed ya’ so damn g-good…”
You could feel it, this animalistic instinct he had inside him that was just waiting to come out and devour you whole, to mark you as his. The way he thrusted into you with such aggression and purpose made it obvious that if his plan worked, there’d be no turning back, but the thought wasn’t terrifying. You wanted it as bad as he did. “Please, Dante—cum inside, g-give it to me, I want it…” You groaned out as you reached down to press a hand to your bloated stomach again, feeling how his cock bulged beneath the flesh of your lower abdomen. That very image was all he needed to push him over the edge.
“Ngh… that’s right—Ergh… Take it!” His hand moved to grab your thigh, his teeth sank into your neck where a few bruises and hickeys already were from nights prior, the marks so deep he nearly broke skin. The mix of pain and pleasure from your neck, the deep grunts in your ear and the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you sent you spiralling into another orgasm, this time one that came out pathetically dry, only a drop of ejaculate leaking from your tip while a thick ring of cream formed around his cock. “I’m... I’m close.” He spoke, sweat from his forehead dripping down damp strands of hair. That very thought, him overflowing your ass with his seed, that alone nearly made your insides clench on reflex as you moaned and cried out in delight.
Dante had never made a sound quite like the one that escaped his mouth at that moment. He was all monster now, pure instinct. His teeth dug into your skin so hard his canines finally broke skin after a few seconds of his jaw crushing against your neck. His fingers would leave behind bruised crescent shapes on your legs where his nails dug into your thighs. He moaned out expletives and curses into your shoulder, disjointed and breathy, but you heard it all and loved every word. After a few more strokes of his cock against the entrance to your womb, he spilled deep inside with a few loud grunts.
He held you closer than he ever had before as if your body was something fragile that he was afraid to break, although he definitely should’ve been just as gentle with you moments ago. Slowly he began to come down from that high, his breathing slowed and his grip relaxed, one of his hands moved to stroke your face and move your hair out of your face. “Sorry,” He panted. “I… might’ve gotten a lil’ bit carried away and.. lost control for a minute there.” He offered a strained chuckle, still trying to regain his composure. “You alright, baby?”
“I’m okay, God… You’re an animal.”
Dante smirked, “Yeah well, you bring that out of me.” He looked down at the state of you, your chest flushed red and covered in marks he made himself, your neck a bruised bloody mess, one of your legs hung over his shoulder and you looked completely out of breath. He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “Don’t act like that wasn’t whatcha’ wanted.” He murmured against your mouth.
“You’re right, I can’t deny you.” You giggled and tried to perch yourself up on your arms, your legs now dangling over the side of the bed. He took one deep breath before picking you up again and placing you on the middle of the bed before rushing off toward the bathroom to fetch a towel. That’s when you looked down at his feet, “Are you still wearing your boots?!”
For a second he looked at you, then at the ground, then back toward you.
May i have some vergil x reader lady in red smut? Lady in red reader can show him around fortuna & tells him where he needs to go for the order of the sword & since he's the son of Sparda and they worship Sparda, one thing leads to another 😏 Please & thank you 🙏
Nirvana
📍- Pairings: Vergil Sparda x FemLIR!Reader
📍- Tags: Unrequited love (mostly), Hate fuck(?), kinda an emotional roller coaster, first person, bites/marks, unprotected sex, mutual oral sex, sacrilegious, i just made some bullshit
wc: 5744
“Her name was one I wish I could've remembered forever, but my newly found desire and curiosity didn’t allow for formalities.”
Synopsis: Vergil goes on a trip to Fortuna, but is pleasantly interrupted by a mysterious woman in red.
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AN: To anon, I might’ve gotten your vision but then i took that and ran with it so i sincerely apologize if this wasn’t when you were expecting.
This is written from 5Vergil’s pov about 3/4Vergil. So a lot of stuff might seem confusing. Just know that the parts with corny dialogue and story is about a young Vergil but being written in a journal by older Vergil. That’s what you’re reading.
Also, do you know that theory that says the doppelganger can only replicate the moves its user makes, therefore Vergil has danced like that in the past? I tried to sneak that in here and I hope you catch it cuz I love Vergil and his doppelganger <3 Anyway, enough rambling lol.
The Order Of the Sword? Humanity has been coming up with stories in regards to demons for centuries. When I arrived in Fortuna I was curious about their religious practices. They seem to worship a demon as a god, but upon closer inspection their citizens live at peace with terror. Their infatuation with demons seems to go deeper than just study, they seek the same power as I. The information I found was contradictory to what I had first assumed. They might fear demons, but at the same time, they’re obsessed with them. While traveling through alleys and roads, I was ambushed by a horde of scarecrows, it was an easy feat—but a bystander seemed to celebrate the monster's death in a manner I cannot comprehend. Such low level demons, powerless subordinates, are not worthy of fanfare.
I had a rather simple goal. To investigate without raising suspicion. My curiosity for the Order’s purpose had started to grow into something more selfish. I discovered this demon they worship is Sparda. My father. It did not take me long to make this ‘breakthrough’, the people of Fortuna seem to shout his name in prayer throughout the day. Despite the presence of my father in the entire city, I felt as if I needed more information. Have they been misled? Do they understand Sparda’s story? Their technology and weapons seemed so advanced that it could easily become ravenous. Who could ever wield such god-like weapons? Turns out those conspiracies The Order came up with were somewhat accurate. I overheard something odd while eavesdropping—that they’re creating biologically enhanced soldiers, but these ‘soldiers’ could potentially be demons themselves.
I had many questions and even while adventuring I managed to stay concealed by taking a cloak from the church when I first arrived, it seemed they could be rather generous when convenient. After a few hours, it struck late evening. I received information that barely furthered my investigation and I was getting rather uninterested. Nothing in Fortuna caught my attention. At least not quite like the lady that stood at a crossroads.
Her gaze lingered on my figure for much longer than any other mortal in Fortuna’s had. I feared she suspected I was from another realm. But when I least expected the same woman approached me. She was not afraid, she did not seek to intimidate me. I was hesitant to lower my guard but after a shake of hands she asked me one simple question.
“Are you from out of town?”
She knew. Either that or she was… interested in me? This woman and her fearless approach had me questioning myself. To her I was simply another man walking amongst other mortals. It felt oddly comforting. T’was a comfort I have not experienced in nearly two decades. She did not pry, She did not even bother asking where I came from. It seemed she wanted to lead me around. Her eagerness to give me a tour of Fortuna would aid me in my quest but… My curiosity strayed from its original purpose. All I wanted to do was follow. This would be the first time I took demands from a human.
“Have you eaten? I can take you somewhere local for dinner,” She asked. In the moonlight, her face was revealed and in that moment I knew there was no woman more beautiful than the one who stood before me that night.
“I have no use for sustenance, nor do I wish to waste my time on such mundane tasks.” When I replied I was able to sense the heartbreak in her eyes. I didn’t know at the time, but I had rejected her advances by being so straightforward and arrogant. It was not a false statement, my body does not require food to maintain the power I possess. But at the same time, I felt something in my chest ache. Could that feeling… Could it have been regret? Immediately I came up with a way to redeem myself, my words didn’t seem to aid in my new quest to pursue this woman so, I backtracked. Pathetically so. “But I suppose, if you are insisting I accompany you… I would be… Interested.”
I sounded like a fool, a complete fool. And for the first time I realize that I felt those measly human emotions I had been denying since my youth. This woman was provoking me to react in ways I’d never bothered to acknowledge.
“Of course I’m insisting, you won’t pay a dime! Don’t be so hard headed, let’s get inside before it gets any darker. A little birdie told me it’ll storm tonight.” Her words barely registered. I was lost in emotion, not to mention, her complexion. She was hidden under a white hood similar to mine earlier in the day, but up close that shadow that once concealed her face vanished. The way she spoke, not nonsensical, but metaphorical. Through context I understood her figure of speech. She was taking me on a date?
I’ve done my own research, it was a date, indeed.
When we arrived at the restaurant, this woman seemed eager to get me to try all of her favorite items. That’s when I started to wonder why I was letting my humanity take control over me. It was unlike me to be so vulnerable but even as I had the realization, I continued to play along. I was given a platter. If I remember correctly it was a kind of pasta. A meal much too large for me who didn’t have an appetite for food—but still, I forced myself to eat, this lady spent her earnings on me. I should comply with her requests, is what I thought. She interrogated me, finally. She asked questions. My name, my age, my heritage. I answered each question bluntly, but I could sense the awkward bouts of silence between my responses. I worked myself up and asked a question of my own.
“Your name?” I said, she was speaking about something but I interrupted in hopes of seeming less disturbed. “Do you have a name?”
“… It’ll be one you won’t forget, Vergil.” Had she spoken her name? Was I not paying attention? I wasn’t sure and I felt much too embarrassed to ask again. It was a shame, my body and mind were being consumed by the thought of this woman who I had only known for an hour. She had caught my eye while walking down the road but not once did I dare interact. Until now. Her name was one I wish I could've remembered forever, but my newly found desire and curiosity didn’t allow for formalities.
“I’ll remember it, I will cherish it.”
Time advanced quicker than ever before. Unbeknownst to me, that ‘little birdie’ was correct, it would storm that night. When we left she seemed worried about the (inevitable) possibility that her red gown might get wet so I handed her the cloak I was given at the church. She was blushing the whole way to shelter, it was rather unsettling—how much I enjoyed my time with this woman. I wasn’t quite sure why my chivalry made her so… excited? At first I thought I was simply being selfless for a change, but after some pondering, I look back on that moment and feel my cheeks getting warm as well.
Have I become a complete fool? It couldn’t be love. I only knew her for what had probably been three hours, but I was infatuated. Could it be that I've been starved of socialization and civilization for so long that as soon as I felt the warmth of her hand in mine, I became nothing but a fool. After the weakness I felt that day, I will only ever be a fool.
The storm didn’t seem to give, my coat was drenched and my hair had lost its style. Not only that but the cloak I provided her had already soaked up the rain and so had her dress. My ‘romantic’ gesture was pointless, but I didn’t care. Neither did she. I felt like a protagonist in a romance film. This type of night, one full of youthful, carefree moments is the one composers write ballads of. At that moment I forgot all about myself. I didn’t care about ruling the world or what Fortuna was hiding, I simply wanted the company of this strange woman.
She pranced around in the rain and all I did was watch while walking at her side. We took our time, and so did I while watching her enjoy the weather many would find unfavorable. Her soaked clothes clung to her body and I’d be lying if I didn’t admire the silhouette the damp cotton painted over her figure. I was rather pleased, so pleased that I began to wonder what use those clothes made at all. It was a terrible display of weakness—to let my mind stray, but at the same time, my objective was uncertain by that point. To prey on a woman, let alone a human woman, it should be a crime, impossible even. Perhaps I’m more like father than my powers let on.
“Vergil, how come you’re so timid? Let me show you a good time!” She shouted over roaring thunder and flashes of lightning. Suddenly my hand was in hers once again, and we danced. Even if I were to forget all about her one unfortunate day, there’d be a part of me that would never be able to forget those dance moves that are now engraved into my memory. I’ve never moved like that before. The rain was rather convenient in covering up the sweat gathering in my palms, as well. I’ve also never been so nervous, or giddy. Almost like a couple of teenagers. At my stature I couldn’t see her face well, but her body was there, and it was tempting me.
What was this emotional i felt? I sense it lingering even now white writing in this journal. I knew nothing about proper courting. I hadn’t ever been in such close proximity with a woman, let alone felt so attracted and attached in only a few measly hours of my life. I always thought humans were weak, none seemed strong enough to fend for themselves. Never had I ever imagined myself feeling protective of a woman. Especially one so beautiful. I’m at a loss for words, my repetition of the word beautiful might be too simplistic: gorgeous, perhaps stunning. Radiant, elegant. Words alone cannot describe my infatuation with her.
Now that I sit to think about it, I could go on and on for pages, I may even fill this book with works all about this woman.
I was in a trance and the only thing that managed to snap me out of it was a particularly close flash of lightning. The strike sent seismic shocks through the ground. It almost felt like the ground had fallen, rattling outdoor furniture, signs, and frightening the dancing lady who lunged towards me and wrapped her arms around me. She was trembling, soaked, and clung to me like I might be able to shield her from the rain. I didn’t know where I was, I didn’t know how to get her out of the elements. I had never had to worry about such things. I relay, but later on she’d tell me my body radiated warmth, she even said she wished she could have me as a heater in her home—whatever that meant.
“Please, let’s get inside, just until the rain’s over!” She mumbled into my chest, her eyes searching mine. I couldn’t make eye contact. I couldn’t look at her much longer. I was losing control over myself. I felt a soreness in my groin, one I'd felt before, but now that this arousal was provoked by another being… It felt different, slightly embarrassing. My breathing was unsteady, without thinking my hands reciprocated her touch and sat on her waist, arms wrapped tightly around her body.
She led me inside, one of my hands resting on her lower back as we walked. It’s forward, but I wanted so badly to take her right then. She would’ve looked even lovelier in the pouring rain, nude, her eyes on mine and mine only. Once we made it inside it became evident we were in the church again. Was this… her place of worship? I didn’t care about exploring this preposterous demonic religion any longer, although her bringing me here would’ve helped in my journey... I was much more interested in exploring her body.
The massive double doors shut with a loud, echoing bang, the sound of the rain and thunder was muted and all that was left was the air around us. “Your clothing. You’re wet, you should undress.”
She laughed in my face. Was I too forward? Perhaps. I should’ve thought it through but I was much too eager. It’d save my ego to say I was seduced, but not once did I hesitate. I needed her. I needed to feel her body. I was acting on my own volition.
“I’d tell you to take me out for dinner first but I think we’re past that. You’re right… I might get a cold,” She chuckled and looked at me with those pretty eyes of hers. I let go of her hip when she took my other hand and led me away into a room. A room that seemed to be a sister's chamber. I looked into this recently. Nuns and sisters reside in large churches like this one, although this place was more of a temple—a castle, even. The hallways seemed endless, this room could’ve easily been a spare. At least that’s what I say to myself in order to cope with the guilt of what I did in said room.
“You are… cold.” I said, watching as she wrapped her own arms around her front side and stroked her shoulders to fend off the cold air attacking her gentle skin. I had invited her to undress once already, but it seemed I was being too head on with that approach.
“Freezeing.” She said before her hands found that string behind her back, tugging until her corset went loose. She was still wearing that wet cloth draped over top of her body, but her dress was gone, she stepped out of the robes and stood before me covered only by my cloak. The shoes she wore, those heels were still standing in the middle of that dress she tossed aside. I couldn’t see her body, but the anticipation was burning deep in my stomach, branding me with a sense of lust I feel until this day. Whenever I think back to how she looked… How even the sight of her collar bones, her ankles, every flashback to that moment sends throbs down to my groin.
“Don’t you think it’d only be fair…” She approached me, her hands flew up to my face, I flinched and scowled at her, feeling those hands… It almost burned. Not because we were in a temple, not because she was human. But because I was fighting off the part of me that wanted to grab her and take control—but somehow I look back on this and feel much more content with allowing her to take the lead. The way she touched me, her finger nails, those lips moving as she spoke such serene words. She was soft, gentle, calm. She knew just what she was doing, but I did not. “If you… undressed too? You’re soaked, Vergil.”
The way she said my name made the world spin around me. The blood from my head sunk directly south and left me vertiginous with arousal. I couldn’t think, but the only thing I was able to do was obey. She dragged her nails down my chin, and goodness did that break me. Every finger over my chin and down my neck sent shocks down my spine. She undid the tie around my neck, tugging until the silk ascot was undone. She hummed contentedly while unzipping my vest.
“You… are a siren.” I groaned as soon as my chest was exposed, she caressed the planes of my midriff and looked at me with furrowed brows. Had I offended her? I didn’t know, nor did I care. I couldn’t think. All I wanted was her.
“If I was, would you still answer my call?” Her voice was poisoned with lust. I could see that vein in her neck pulsating, I could hear her heart pounding. My coat was next up, she slipped her hands under my vest, and pushed them over my shoulders. My coat and vest fell to my feet. That’s when she saw Yamato, which I had hidden under my coat. Not once during our outing did I feel the need to unsheathe Yamato, I was at ease. I’d never forgotten about her, but it’s… Out of character for me not to jump at the chance to use Yamato. She stared at the scabbard and dragged a single finger over the home of my sword. That’s when she went to tug at the sageo, undoing the knot that kept Yamato's hilt at my hip.
“I would. I’d be hypnotized.” I answered truthfully, I couldn’t believe I was allowing her to cradle my sword. Her touch was so gentle I almost expected her to bow at my feet. My skin was still damp with precipitation. As soon as my top half was bare, she dropped the cloak she wore and there she stood. Disrobed. This woman… An artist would paint her portrait on bare hide, a carver would summon her from marble. She stunned me enough with her beauty, but the way she held Yamato with such care and warmth only made me feel like I wanted her more.
“Vergil, you know… I’ve heard that name before, they preached your sentiment in this exact cathedral.” Her fingers slipped under the waistband of my pants while shoving my sword into my chest, and at that moment I didn’t listen to a word she said. Well, I was hearing her rather than properly listening. Now that I recall this moment, I understand.
I’m somehow involved in this church’s teachings? I’m not certain. Sparda seemed to be their god, yes, but they’ve somehow become aware of his sons—as well as the power the Yamato holds. She held my sword like she was some kind of artifact. She returned it to me gracefully, and the way she scanned the Yamato with her eyes… It was like she was confirming it to be the real thing.
“You’re the son of Sparda, Vergil… Show me, are you as powerful as they say?” As she spoke she undid the clasp of my belt and slipped the loose end of the snakeskin through each belt loop before finally, it fell to the ground and she began touching me over the scaly texture of my trousers. My sword was already in my hand, somehow holding my beloved sword so close only made me feel more eager to defile this woman.
I nearly jumped at the sensation. She bent at the knees then landed on the ground before me, I stood there, intensely aroused. It was humiliatingly obvious when she pulled the waist of my pants down to my thighs. She was looking for my eyes the entire time but she never found them. I was busy trying to compose myself, though my attempt would turn out to be futile. She carefully undid the four golden clasps of my boots and pulled at the inside of my knees to force them off of each foot to completely remove my trousers. Looking back on it, I had no clue what I was doing, I was driven purely by instinct. I could’ve easily found myself in a trap. How could I allow a strange woman to have her way with me… To aim directly for my heart and take all she wanted from me when she finally struck. Again, a complete fool, and one lost in a frisson—at that.
“If I’m not mistaken, You seek to prove yourself by… mating with me.” My voice was uncharacteristically gentle. She could certainly tell I was looking forward to this moment since the time she reached to shake my hand earlier in the evening. In response she nodded her head and finally touched where I needed most. “Then I—goodness—Ergh… I shall aid you in your ‘journey’.” My hands were on her immediately. When she wrapped two small fingers around my shaft and pressed her lips to the glans I let out a groan, one that sounded pathetically pleased. A sound I didn’t know I could produce during such an intimate moment.
“Mating? What are we? Animals?” She scoffed and turned her head downward, laughing to herself before continuing to work her lips. Ecstasy. The warmth of her lips around me, that hand on my thigh, the way she hummed around the tip. I was lost in the sensation. After a few tantalizing seconds she finally took me in deeper. Her whines and moans sent shocks up my abdomen, it almost felt like she was luring me in. My hips bucked forward on instinct and that’s when I lost myself in the battle against humanity. I felt the overwhelming need to use her body, to take her, to ruin her.
She was only on her knees for a few minutes when I grabbed her by a few strands of hair and pulled her onto my length completely. Her lips engulfed me inch by inch at first, but she looked much more beautiful like that, suffocating on what she could barely handle. I knew it, humans, they cannot fight their own battles. But if power is what she sought out, then she ought to fight for it. She struggled and made such pleasant noises that even when she tried pulling away I dragged her back down. Her throat rejected me at first, constricting in ways that would force me to retract, but that impulse only made me want more.
Then came the tears and the drooling, she looked like a mutt, and in reality she behaved just like one. Before she stood proud, speaking such domineering words, but then after only a few moments she sat there on her knees, a little fawn in headlights. Her saliva seemed to drip from her lips in waves. With each thrust into her throat I could feel her jaw threatening to clamp down on me, I almost wish she had. I wish she had disobeyed me so I could’ve ruined her even further. But so far, she had seemed to be rather docile.
“Good.” I groaned before pulling out from her lips. She went wide eyed and gagged before spitting out the saliva and liquid arousal that collected in the back of her throat. It dripped from her lips as she panted and it was truly a shame to see it all go to waste. If i was truly cruel I would’ve made her lap it up like a dog, but I was much more interested in what I could’ve been drinking up in that moment. “Now get up, sit at the edge of the bed.”
She got up on wobbly legs and couldn’t quite move, but to put her there would be an easy task to accomplish. I simply grabbed her by her hips, lifting her off of her feet briefly before sitting her on the mattress. She seemed surprised, like she didn’t think I'd behave in the way I did. It was silly. She reminded me of my true power. She opened my eyes back up, at first she had me hanging by strings like a puppet. I did as she asked, followed her through town—now… I wanted to leave this woman with a permanent mark, that way she would never forget what she had gotten herself into that night.
I loomed over her body, my hands on her thighs, spreading her legs while she adjusted to lean back. She wasn’t just beautiful anymore. Sexy, is it? I’m unsure but I felt the urge to devour her. Without much warning I was on my knees, staring at the folds of her vulva, glistening and twitching as my breath slowly drifted over her. Gently, my tongue glided through her slit, not going any further as to not reward her for being so… infuriating. Infuriating is the only way I can put it. All day, this woman led me to believe I might have fallen in love. I spent hours with her, talking all about some nonsense I had no interest in just to get here.
I licked at her clit, using the flat of my tongue to drag over that sensitive spot. Her thighs tightened around my head and as much as she pleaded for me to slow down, to “please” give her a moment to breathe, her body said otherwise. She held my head there against her heat until I tasted the fruits of my labor spill over my lips. She came undone in moments, her cries were heavenly, yet sinful in a place like this. I couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to have her to myself, I’d play along with her foolish games if I knew it ended like this every time. I didn’t know when to stop. I wasn’t done already, I at least knew that. I sucked on that little nub until her legs went limp around me, until her cries turned to screams, until her juices flowed in excess. Until my fingers slipped inside of her without strain and her body convulsed into another orgasm.
It’s incredible how a few swipes of my tongue combined with the intrusion of my fingers can reduce such an elegant woman to nothing but moans and pleas.
She moved to be perched up on her elbows, the muscles of her legs twitching as I got up from the ground and caged her in beneath me. Her hands tangled in my hair and pulled my face towards hers while she licked up the stickiness from my chin, lips, and nose. The erotic sensation was enough to make that ache between my legs stir up again, a throb reinforced my erection, leaving my length settled over her slit. I couldn’t help the way I ground my hips against hers. Her already overstimulated clit caught perfectly against me.
“Thank you…” She whispered weakly against my ear while I took in the view from above. Her breasts, drawn to her sides by gravity. her eyes begging me to overindulge, and the curves of her hips and abdomen. Truly a work of art.
“Don’t reward me with praise,” I purred against her forehead, pressing a gentle kiss against the damp skin. “Not yet.”
Before I could stop myself I pressed into her heat. When I felt the warmth of her wetness surrounding me I could barely hold back. The one thing stopping me from sheathing myself completely was the way she whipped her head back and made a noise that resembled a cry of pain. At first I was afraid to soothe her. My nerves hadn’t properly settled, I was afraid of the emotions I might feel if I kissed her lips but somehow she drew me in anyway. I leaned in closer and let my tongue glide over her lips before finally sinking down onto her body and pressing my lips to hers. Our bodies were pressed together, my damp skin over hers. I had already begun to slide in further, I caught each moan and whine as we kissed, feeling the hums vibrate through my head.
I could feel every twitch and contraction of her walls as I thrusted into her cunt. Every part of her was dripping with heat but then, from the inside, I felt a burning feeling I had never felt before. But I couldn’t stop, my lips were still connected to hers, sharing oxygen as if we were the only two people in this realm. Every one of her pleas landed onto my tongue.
Every part of her was drowning in desire. And I, from the inside, was overwhelmed by that sensation I tried to hold back. The instincts that I'd been cursed with, to mate. To breed and claim. I continued kissing her in an attempt to push away those thoughts. Her pleasured cries sent me spiraling, clouding my head with even more frissous thoughts, ones which I could no longer focus on without getting closer to the edge. She let go of my back and let her arms drop to the bed where she dug her nails into the sheets. When our lips parted, we remained connected by only a thick string of saliva and our sexes. My pace quickened again, the heat in my gut building up quicker than I could manage.
She moaned out my name and looked at me with such a sultry expression. I leaned forward in an attempt to chase her lips, her hands left the sheets and her hands moved back up my sides once again, making me hiss from the sudden contact. She was antsy, unable to hold still. Soon, the lady looked at me before speaking with a gasp. “Faster, go faster,” The neediness in her plea drove me insane.
I pressed my lips to her ear, “That’s not a very polite way to ask for something, is it?” I murmured, she moaned and writhed against the sheets, her voice wavering. It was so erotic, I hadn’t quite heard something so sensual before. She was filling my heart to capacity, I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. I’d be lying if I said I didn't have to take a few breaks while writing this entry to ease my nerves.
“Please,” she begged me, “Please, sir,” the name slipped off of her tongue and I let a heavy growl erupt from my chest in response. That was a word I hadn’t expected. Nor did I expect it would make my head feel so light. The need was piling up inside my gut. She likely saw my concentration wavering as I reached my limit. It didn’t take long for me to break. I gave her what she wanted, I could feel my end coming fast from the sound of her breathless moans and cries. “Oh, God…” she moaned, but her head was tilted back, her lips were no longer on mine. I needed to taste her. I reached down to keep her face angle while bucking my hips against hers.
I could feel my own climax approaching, fueled mostly by the sound of her breathless moans and cries. “Oh—ergh, God…” she whined gain as if prayer could save her. This time I latched onto her neck instead of kissing her already swollen lips. As I leaned down and sunk my teeth into the skin of her throat, her moans were cut off and instead she growled, screamed, and whimpered. Her nails were practically attached to the back of my neck then dragged down my spine. She scratched so hard I was left with red streaks down my back which I treasured until they unfortunately healed on their own.
“I’m close—ngh! Vergil!” She groaned. When I finally broke skin, she let her head fall back, I knew there’d be no point in holding back any longer. I couldn’t help when I finally came inside. My ejaculate flooded her womb, all she could do in response was let out a long, uninterrupted sigh as I marked her from the inside. If it was power she wanted, if she sought to prove herself, then I’d leave her baring my child.
Her insides tightened around me as I filled her up and her whines turned into almost broken cries. Her legs shook under my hands and my grip had left marks where my thumbs pressed into the soft skin of her thighs. “You’re gorgeous,” I moaned as I pulled out and let myself fall over her with a sigh. My head was spinning. My entire life I convinced myself I didn’t carry even a single human gene, but as I looked at her laying there, sprawled out beneath me, I started to wonder if maybe… Just maybe I was meant to be on this plane with people just like her.
Even now, I start to question my purpose. Do I miss her? Or is this melancholy feeling simply one of anamnesis? Have I thought of her so much since that day that I cannot imagine what it’d be like to be with another? Would I ever want to be with another? These are questions to which I haven't quite answered yet, nor do I plan on answering them. I’ve strayed from my objective. The power which I seek will not be found in the arms of a woman.
It took a while for me to recover. I stood over her, pressed against her breasts for a few long minutes until I finally snapped out of that libidinous trance. Once I stood back up I did something I regret to this day. Immediately I started to dress myself, tying Yamato to my hip as soon as I got the chance, although i believe i had left my ascot behind. I got defensive, I didn’t even take the time to care for the vulnerable woman that laid on the edge of that bed.
“Vergil… Wait—You’re not leaving already, are you?” She spoke weakly. She seemed afraid. I couldn’t bring myself to soothe her. I, too, was afraid. So much so that her voice didn’t seem to reach me. I was angry. A child at war with his own ego.
I didn’t take time to reply, I just left her there. I didn’t even look back. I wish I had, I dream of her even now. I didn’t know I had it in me to reminisce on my weakest moments as if they were something to take pride in, but I can’t seem to detach myself from that memory. If there was a way to go back, to slash through time and return to that moment, even just to the final few minutes spent with her to change my perspective… I would take the chance. Even if the world moved on without me.
“C’mon! This is ma’ mom’s ring, ‘got it polished and resized just for you,”
synopsis: You and Dante have been together for 5 years, he plans on making you his in more ways than one.
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To anon: I know you said dmc5 i’m sorry!!! I just LOVEEE dante4, dmc4 is my favorite game. I can’t help it. But everything else I tried to include!!!
Also, here is the male reader version!
Dante had brought up marriage a few times, but a wedding was way out of reach even if you were to combine your assets. Hell, you were both living day to day, paycheck to paycheck. Every penny he got was spent on the bills. Sometimes you resented him for it but you’d remember that before you moved into Devil May Cry, Dante didn’t give a damn if the light was on or if he could run a hot bath. Having a man who was chronically miserable until he met you change his ways was enough to draw you in. Even then… You still had dreams of a traditional wedding, both of you dressed in white, silk drapes, warm candles and wine on each table.
But you would never want to pick between a breathtaking reception or the life you have now, because each moment you spent in this run down shop with Dante was one you'd treasure forever. Whether or not you threw a party.
Today was a tad different. Dante came home to find his sofa empty, the seat behind his desk? Also empty. But there were still traces of you everywhere. A blanket draped over the sofa, that desk chair slightly displaced, and the scent of your body wash lingering in the air. You had just taken a shower, Dante called home earlier that evening letting you know to get ‘dressed up all pretty’ for dinner tonight. You assumed it would be another trip to Bullseye Bar which he’s been visiting somewhere in Red Grave since he was in his twenties, but he had something else planned.
“So didya’ get dressed, hun?” He shouted from below the bedroom while getting settled in. For a moment he paused to listen for any sign that you were home at all, he could’ve very well been talking to himself but then you replied.
You were in the bathroom, washing your face in the sink while you waited for your damp scalp to dry, although standing around in a foggy room probably wasn’t helping speed up the process much. “I’m about ready to go!” Your voice finally broke the silence. Even when divided by a flight of stairs and a few inches of drywall Dante couldn’t help but blush. He covered his face as if you could see him, ‘Get it together! You’re in your thirties blushin’ over a pretty lady…’, he thought to himself while shaking away that tingly feeling in his chest.
“I’ll wait for ya’ right here!” He replied while shifting around in that old desk chair, pushing his hair back and staring at the roughed up leather on the toes of his boots. Dante never thought he’d settle down, fighting monsters wasn’t exactly an occupation that made the ladies swoon. By the time he’d turned 22, he sort of just accepted that he had rotten luck with women, most would look his way, some would approach him, but not many would stick around. Sure he was a handsome guy but that little detail was the catch. Y’know, having to tell a babe that you have demonic heritage might make you seem like some stuck up asshole or a crazed freak. He was tall, a face sculpted by a very generous god, and not to mention he was pretty well endowed. The women he’d been with in his past would always say he’s ‘too good to be true’, and in a sense they were right. He’d never wanted to date. Feelings would linger here and there, but he made sure to never lead a girl on because well… Love like this, like what he had with you, would’ve cost them their lives.
Now that he had you in his life though, that all changed rather quickly. A girl who knew how to handle a few pesky demons? Not only did he find your fighting spirit sexy, but you were the perfect partner when it came to your priorities. You were all for taking it slow, not only in your relationship but with life in general. You being a pizza enthusiast was just a plus.
While he lounged around in the living room, he’d already come up with a plan to surprise you. He took the contents of that tiny paper bag he carried home and stuck it in his coat pocket, hoping that the hug he planned on giving you once he saw you wouldn’t spoil the surprise.
“Dante! I’m ready!” You panted out while storming downstairs to see him sitting behind his desk. He seemed fidgety but his eyes never left yours. Dante was practically smiling ear to ear, the way you had dressed so casually for such a special occasion was slightly endearing. While getting ready you were probably expecting a little trip to the tavern like you’d done almost every weekend for the last few years.
“Oh, baby I know I told ya’ to get pretty but I was expecting a dress or somethin—well, not that ya’ aren’t pretty without the clothes… Y’know what, I’ll shut up, let’s go,” Dante’s face went red in an instant, realizing he’d just made an innuendo when this night was supposed to be all about romance. You caught onto his nerves and decided it might be better to go along with his silly plan than to make him worry any longer.
“Are we going somewhere nice?! You didn’t tell me! I'll go change!” You instantly ran back up the stairs, feeling slightly rushed now that Dante had gotten out of his chair and was standing at the stairs waiting for you. But you refused to be dressed down in such a fancy place—hell you didn’t even know where you were headed, but if Dante wanted you all dressed up you’d oblige no matter the occasion!
Dante shook his head and stood in that room in silence once again, one foot perched up on the first step in anticipation. He was being way too obvious, there’s no way you didn’t know he had something special planned. Part of him still clung onto the fact that fine dining was uncharacteristic of him and hoped you weren’t expecting a thing. He had never sat down at a candlelit table with a white tablecloth, neither have you… Yeah, works out fine! You won’t expect anything! He stood there hyping himself up for what felt like ages before you finally came back down. The sound of heels tapping against hardwood caught his attention and snapped him out of those nervous thoughts.
“Okay, I'm seriously ready this time!” You spoke with a tinge of determination in your voice. It was nice to see Dante without a giant sword on his back or an arsenal of guns in his waistband, he looked put together, his hair effortlessly falling over his face, that beard neatly trimmed after months of neglect, and his boots were polished, despite the scuffs on the toes and heels they were still his boots.
He’d been slightly distant today, almost secretive. He left the house early that afternoon but it seemed he wasn’t headed to work. He wore his nice black and red coat instead of that old torn up coat from his twenties that made him look like a vampire. He didn’t tell you where he was headed but promised he’d be safe, halfway through his trip into town he called you on a pay phone. He didn’t let the phone ring though, he left a quick five second message because god knows he wouldn’t spend a dime at a pay phone.
You had excused it though, maybe for a few hours you were grumpy he’d made you stay home instead of letting you accompany him, especially on a nice spring weekend, but once that voice message came through you forgot all about those pesky thoughts.
“Ya’ look… hmm… breathtakin’!” He chuckled to himself and took your hand in his. Rough, calloused, not much different from yours since you were a hard worker yourself. Your heart fluttered the same way it did every time he held you like this, with tender care despite that catchy title he carried. He was your boyfriend, not a demon hunter anymore, not now while in your hands. Dante led you toward the front door, unlatching it and swinging it open with a nod of his head, “C’mon!”
You followed, stepping outside and down those three concrete steps. A cool gust of wind tickled your shoulders and sent a little shiver up your spine. Once Dante caught up he had instinctively started to tear off his coat to offer to you, but then tried to play it cool, realizing that the gift he had for you was still in his coat pocket and he couldn’t let you find out. Maybe letting you wear pants and a t-shirt would’ve kept you slightly warmer tonight, but he had to go forth. Couldn’t let one little thing fuck up this date he had planned.
Living near Red Grave City had one perk, only one. Even though the outskirts were much sketchier than the city itself, riddled with disease and demons, the night scene was pretty lively. Not seedy or overly crowded in the sense you expected before moving into town, but in the sense that if you went outside you’d probably run into a friend at a bar or come across a speakeasy downtown. Plus, a river ran through both sides of town, parallel to the other. One was in the next city, probably contaminated with something that’d wreck havoc on your liver—But the other was well decorated and rather tidy. You could find folks down by the docks, having homemade lunches atop picnic tables, on the weekends gondolas would float down the water, restaurants and shops lined the riverside.
Dante was taking you there, to the riverside restaurant you always seemed curious about when you two would go out on a job or just wandering around downtown, hell maybe he’d take you shopping. Nice cars would pull up to this place, the valet was always booked full of expensive cars, Corvettes or Cadillacs, it seemed like a place for people from out of town. No local would go to such a place in their right mind, but Dante knew. He knew this place was out of reach, experiencing something you two considered a luxury would be peak romance.
Walking to the restaurant meant you got to skip to the valet but you’d be lying if you didn’t stop to stare at the cars on the curb. Fancy looking rides of all varieties lined the valet line. Dante’s arm is wrapped around your waist, and once you make it through those doors you sort of realize that even after changing into spiffy new clothes, you both stood out like a sore thumb in a room full of higher class folk. But Dante didn’t let you pay it any mind. He didn’t want you to think for even a moment that you didn’t look your best.
“This place looks way nicer from the outside,” He whispered, having a feeling you’d agree.
“Yeah, turns out I don’t have the best taste—Dante? Do you think they have chicken tenders?” All you could do was laugh, making light of the way you two had dressed and talked like a couple of commoners, also reminiscing on all those times you begged him to go inside while still dressed in your disgusting work clothes.
“God—Babe! I can’t letcha’ eat chicken tenders at a place that charged me a fee for making a reservation!” He hushed you before stepping up to the host’s counter, various young ladies greeted you both and in a short moment led you to your table. It was already set, a bouquet in a porcelain vase rested atop a white tablecloth along with a couple of wine glasses, not to mention the assortment of stainless steel utensils.
“There ain’t any pictures of the food on the menu… How am I supposed to know what to eat?!” He sighed. You and Dante had sat and stared at that menu for what felt like forever, the server was starting to get annoyed and had absolutely caught onto the fact that neither of you knew what you were doing in a place like this. Once you finally placed your orders you both indulged in a bit more wine than the average person could handle. You ate every bit of food on that plate, and Dante… He had sucked the bones on his land chops completely dry.
Dante’s nerves had certainly settled after a few drinks, and you just couldn’t seem to quit smiling and laughing at everything he said. In a room full of wealthy nit picky assholes, you probably sounded like a pack of hyenas. Your dinner service seemed to end quicker than anyone else’s, food was dropped off, plates and glasses were also picked up within the same hour. It was clear they wanted you both gone, but neither of you cared. Dante reluctantly paid the tab and led you outside. Both of you were still tipsy and decided to wander around town. It was a great night, spring time is when all the couples came out. You could find groups at patio tables, bars, on trails holding bouquets and gift bags. But Dante being the humble man he was decided he’d take you somewhere simple.
The shopping idea from before was thrown out the window, he’d already spent a few hundred bucks on dinner alone, and you were well aware of it even though he hid the check from you. You didn’t mind either, you were both humble souls and couldn’t fathom going to designer stores. You both decided that a nice walk through the gardens and toward the river docks would do. Once you both started on your walk you felt some kind of intimate tension in the air. His arm was wrapped around your body, hand resting on your waist.
“Dante? What’s the special occasion? We have literally never done something like this together…” You spoke gently, your eyes glued to the ground. For a while you thought maybe it was your anniversary? But he was almost six months early to celebrate your next special day as a couple, and it wasn’t even your birthday either.
“Uhh—You just looked extra cute in bed this morning and decided a cute lady needed to go on a nice date with her equally-as-cute boyfriend.” He playfully flipped his hair at you and turned to see your face. He froze for a second and was scared to nudge you any further. Your face was scrunched up, he almost thought you were on the verge of tears. But out of nowhere you burst into little giggles and laughter. You loved how corny and sweet Dante was and always tried to be.
“Oh god—you just… You're ridiculous!” Even with eyes overflowing with tears and the interruption of laughter, You still looked gorgeous to him. Even while sprawled out over bedsheets, half nude, your face probably covered in drool. He stood there while you composed yourself and just stared in complete awe. He had never felt this way about anyone else… He didn’t want to ruin things, he didn’t want to get you hurt, that’s why he’d waited so long to finally take you out and finally ask for you to marry him.
Everything surrounding you was out of focus, he was looking only at you. Dante usually tried too hard to make you laugh, but this time he seriously got you laughing. This morning you woke up barely dressed after a long night of sex, pizza, and movie binge watching, if anything he was the good looking one. But in Dante’s eyes, seeing you in his bed every morning, all domestic and his was the highlight of his day.
“Quit laughing! I’m serious—ahem… I’m serious!” He stood there all sassy looking, hands on his hips. Once Dante repeated himself you tried to quit the giggling and finally stood up straight, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes. You quickly apologized and saw how he stood awkwardly, almost looking like he regrets saying anything at all. You immediately moved to comfort him, stepping forward to wrap your arms around him but he shoved you backward with wide eyes in the same moment. The ring, that diamond ring he got you was still in his pocket.
“Are you seriously mad at me?!”
“God! No babe, I just… Just follow me, I’ll make it worth your while.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you further down the trail, face bright red, his pointed ears turning a blushy pink as well. For a second you wanted to snap back and ask questions but just as quickly as you opened your mouth to retort, you shut it. He led you past a few flowered hedges and trees, in this area the running river could be heard through the greenery accompanied by the distant sounds of birds and squirrels settling in for the night and crunching gravel beneath your feet. It was rather elegant. The architecture was lovely, a dimly lit fountain stood tall between rose bushes, colorful shrubs and vines climbing up old polished cobblestone walls.
The walk wasn’t long and thankfully no one was around. Dante could feel the pit in his stomach slowly beginning to gape as he led you toward a bench in front of the fountain where you got a nice view of the docks and the lake. He bent and sat on the bench then grabbed your hand, pulling you down into the spot beside him. He tapped his foot anxiously and decided there couldn’t be any more time wasted. He planned to take you to the docks for a gondola ride but it was way past their closing time, at this point Dante didn’t care where you were as long as you said yes.
“Dear? I know today was kinda… unexpected. But I've been planning this for ages, n’ I’m not letting ya’ get away,” Dante held your hand as he spoke, low and smooth while his free hand reached into the shallows of his pocket. You watched in confusion until his hand emerged from behind red leather and you saw it. A thin band with a diamond much too large in comparison to the metal that held it together. “Marry me?—I only ever wanted you, baby. I knew once I started considering marriage that you were the one!” He let out a nervous chuckle before looking over at you. For a long, intense moment, you didn’t say a word, so he got on one knee right before you and bowed his head.
You stared at the band and in an instant your heart swelled to capacity and then came the tears.
There was no way you could do this, you two can’t afford this. Where had he even gotten such a beautiful ring? How did he get the right size? You can’t afford a wedding right now, no way… Dante watched as those thoughts flooded over you. You nearly lost all your color and seemed to go stiff. You were lost in your own mind, your eyes still glued to the diamond he held pinched between two fingers. You hadn’t noticed but his hands had begun to shake. Then after a prolonged bout of silence he spoke again.
“Please baby? I’ll give ya’ everything you’ll ever need.”
“Dante we can’t do this right now!” You had to force the words out in fear that he might assume you’d reject him. You wanted nothing more than to marry him, he just needed to hear it. But in that moment all you could convey was that neither of you were financially stable enough for marriage. And that made his heart break.
“C’mon! This is ma’ mom’s ring, ‘got it polished and resized just for you. I went back to my childhood home ‘n snatched it up. Where do you think I was all afternoon? I saved up enough to get this ring restored and I even got your name engraved on the inside. I ain’t a dumby though baby, I'm also saving to gettcha’ a pretty dress for our wedding.” He was well aware that neither of you were in the best situation. Dante didn’t need a wedding, but he knew deep down that was what you wanted and he was willing to give it to you. He hadn’t spent much money resizing and touching up that ring, after all Dante is the type of guy to know a guy who knows a guy.
Nor you or Dante had a family that was willing to pay for a wedding. Friends? Sure, but no way was Dante going to ask Vergil to help pay for his wedding, and Nero was out of the question as he was also in the middle of financing his own wedding with Kyrie.
“Are you sure?…” You replied through sniffles and staggered breaths, your eyes were locked onto the ground. He looked at you and just smiled, nodding his head gently until you finally looked back at him. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
The night didn’t quite end there. Sure, his spectacular romantic plans to take you out on a gondola ride were foiled, dinner was much pricier than expected, and you still had a long walk back home… But, Dante felt like everything still went as expected. You said yes, that’s all he wanted. On the other hand you didn’t care one bit, you probably still would’ve said yes even if he proposed at home over pizza and scotch. You loved each other dearly and it almost felt like you only had each other to begin with. Yes you both had friends in common, but if things went to shit—Dante would always be there to help.
On the walk back home he held your hand as you wobbled in your heels, not because you were still feeling the effects of the wine, but because It was simply uncomfortable, walking around all night in shoes made only to look pretty. Halfway to Devil May Cry, Dante had literally swept you off your feet. Unable to see you withstand the pain in your feet, he carried you all the way back home. Bridal style, ironically.
While hanging from his neck like a koala, he just couldn’t quit looking at you. It was like he was in a kind of trance. He was really feeling the possessive urge to keep you glued to his side. On the other hand, being so close really allowed you to pick up on each detail. He had gotten his beard trimmed and a fresh haircut. Dante looked so good you couldn’t quit inspecting his face. Once you finally got to the shop, Dante couldn’t wait to get you back in bed.
He let your feet touch the ground after minutes of being carried down the road, the moment you landed on the wood, he pushed you back up against the double doors. His mouth was on your neck in seconds. “I wanted ta’ getcha like this as soon as ya’ came down those stairs in this lil’ outfit.”
Your heart rate spiked, suddenly you were hyper aware of the way that ring hugged your finger. You felt like a possession, and you were more than happy to be only his. Dante touched you gently, his fingers tracing over the cloth covering your hips. “I dressed up all nice just for you to undress me? What a shame,” You spoke in a teasing tone, singing out your reply. Dante knew exactly what you were doing. He gave you a big mischievous smile before hiking up the cloth of the skirt slipping one hand under the bottom hem of your dress.
“If ya’ keep on teasing me, I might have to put a baby in ya’.”
“Oh—is that a threat…”
One thing led to another. You didn’t quite get to make it to the bedroom before he had you completely undressed. Every part of your outfit, dress, heels, even your jewelry was left in a lewd trail leading up to the bedroom. He opened the door and let you walk in, staying back to watch the way your hips swayed as you positioned yourself on the edge of the bed. Not quite sitting, but leaning on it.
He closed the door behind him and approached you while admiring your body, sitting there daintily. There was a smile on your face, one that screamed erotic anticipation. He stood between your thighs, and you knew just what to do, it was almost like a ritual. You undid the golden claps strapped across his chest with a little snap on each one. Once the harness across his chest was loose, you slid your hands over his shoulders and let his coat drop to the ground before finally removing the harness. His shoulders were so broad, his pecs so defined that everytime you saw him like this, you wondered if you were fucking a giant.
He unzipped the neck of the quarter zip sweater and pulled it over his head. Before he was even able to throw the sweater aside, your hands began exploring his abdomen, tracing over each muscle and looking at him with furrowed brows.
The way you touched him… you wouldn’t know by looking at him but he felt like a feral animal in containment. Having you so close yet having to hold back the urge to pounce on you… It had his cock straining against his pants after only a few minutes of kissing all while he panted like a dog. “Dante, are you oka—Hey!”
Before you could finish, Dante leaned over your body, pressing you into the sheets beneath. Seeing you in nothing but that ring, not as his girlfriend, but as his fiancé? You might’ve thought he was joking about the baby at first but this time, he was serious. “God I wanna breed ya’ so bad, baby…”
At first hearing the words ‘breed’ and ‘you’ in the same sentence surprised you, but when you saw those needy blue eyes sparkling with arousal, you felt the exact same effect. Your brows shot up in shock, but when he pressed his hand to your lower tummy you imagined exactly what he was imagining. You, bloated with life, a child of his own. The idea of it made your core throb, those words alone had sent a current of wanton desire straight to your groin. “Please? I wanna make ya’ mine… God, you’d look so pretty in a wedding dress, pregnant with my baby.”
“Stop. Stop talking!” You said over him, suddenly your head was clouded with thoughts of being impregnated, it’s almost like that ring carried some type of sick curse. Not only did you feel the need to devote yourself to him completely, but you also wanted nothing more than to start a family at that very moment even after all that bickering over finances earlier that night. It wasn’t the idea of having his child that turned you on, but the process. You even told yourself to take a moment to think this through, but the devil on your shoulder—Dante—was eagerly awaiting your approval.
Immediately, Dante stood back up, taking your hands in his while taking a step back, “Shit…I’m sorry, did I make ya’ uncomfortable?”
“No! I just… You’re starting to convince me.” You chuckled, bowing your head in embarrassment. The thought of being so full of his seed that your womb aches, being folded into a mating press and fucked until your body went limp? “You know what… I didn’t think I'd be into it, but I—I uhm…”
“You want it dontcha’? Ya’ don’t have to tell me baby, I can tell,” He shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours, kissing you urgently while running one hand up your back. “Can’t wait to fill ya’ up, wanna knock you up real nice. The ring isn’t enough, baby, everyone needs to know you’re mine.” He spoke with a voice so desperate that when he put it like that, it sounded like you were the only woman in the world who could bear his heirs and you were all in.
Dante carried you only a few inches to the corner of the bed with the intention of tossing you onto the sheets, when he did, you bounced against the bed causing your breasts to jiggle lewdly in response. His eyes locked onto your stiff nipples and he couldn’t help but swoop down to suction his lips to one of those sensitive buds. The sudden stimulation made your cunt throb uncontrollably, you hissed at the way his tongue worked around your nipple and when his other hand slid up from your back to your other tit you let out a moan and allowed your head to roll over your shoulder in ecstasy.
He knew exactly where to touch, he knew just what got you going and tonight he wouldn’t let you go a second without feeling incredible. You could feel his hand move from your breast to undo his belt and as soon as that belt buckle was loose his pants and boxers were pushed down just enough down to let his aching cock spring free. It was heavy in his hand and even heavier looking as he rested the tip of it against your abdomen. It wasn’t your first time with Dante but in this position his size looked much more intimidating when you saw exactly how deep he’d be once he got inside. Your body was at the edge of the bed, legs folded up to your chest, and your back flat against the sheets. Dante stood over you, two feet on the ground, his hands pinning your knees to your shoulders. The position was putting strain on your back and abdomen, but when you realized exactly what he was doing, it didn’t quite bother you as much.
Dante bent at the hips, taking in every detail of your body, but he just couldn’t get enough of your breasts. They sit squeezed between your thighs, your nipples perked up for him to lean in and start sucking on all over again. The effects of his tongue on your nipples were rather dramatic, your cunt pulsating and spasming with every little touch. His cock was grinding on your clit at the same time, making your head spin while your slick coated both his shaft and your folds.
“Yer’ so wet baby, look at you,” He moaned in between sucking on your nipples. The slurping sounds from his tongue flicking against your nipple filled the room, and occasionally sucking to leave marks against the gentle skin. The sound of his breathing and sucking was audible even through the pleasure induced tinnitus ringing in your ears. Dante was trying to get you so sloppy that you would be begging for him to be inside you. “You’re leaking everywhere and we haven’t even gotten started yet.”
Haven’t gotten started? You were already incredibly riled up, awaiting the penetration you so desperately needed and he says he’s just barely getting started… You let out a little sigh as his hands slid down from your knee to your ankles, spreading your legs further apart so that he could press into you with added pressure, the tip of his cock catching against your sensitive clit.
“Dante, please!” You whimper, the high pitched tone unintentional but easily excusable.
As soon as you pleaded, Dante gave you a smirk, something about that expression told you exactly what you were getting yourself into. He pulled you even closer to the edge of the bed, the moment you threw your head back you felt Dante’s tongue swipe over your engorged clit, then gently sucking on your cunt. You didn’t even bother holding back the gasp that left your lips. His tongue on your clit came as a bit of a surprise but there was no way you were going to complain when your pussy was practically melting for him. You were aching so badly that anything Dante did was welcome and it didn’t take long for him to catch onto what your body wanted, that’s when he really started to get into it, using his tongue and fingers together to tease you and catch every drop of arousal. Dante moaned against your soaked cunt, “Is this whatcha’ wanted? Or was there something else ya’ had in mind?”
He spoke in a tone so tantalizing that you didn’t even bother to respond. He’d never teased you like this before, holding what you so desperately needed over your head. You’d be able to taste yourself off of his tongue once he was done devouring every drop. It was hard to believe you could be so turned on by the mere sight—but it was happening right in front of your eyes. The flat of his tongue stroked your swollen clit over and over, devouring your pussy like he’d been starved of your taste for decades. You were so wet that a small puddle of your juices combined with his saliva had collected on the sheets underneath you.
“Please! Oh God—just fuck me, please!”
“Ah, I had a different plan in mind but I don’t mind giving you what you want,” His voice was so rough and thick with desire that you felt it vibrate through your clit as he spoke into your pussy. He leaned back to stand in between your legs, grabbing ahold of your knees and folding you back into a mating press. The tip of his cock was already soaked, leaking with pre-cum. Dante reached down and stroked himself a few times before lining himself back up right against your entrance. “Ya’ look so pretty like this, and you’ll look even prettier when I fill ya’ up, baby.”
The moment Dante started to press the tip of his cock into your pussy, your body reacted immediately by squeezing around him even before he had a chance to plunge his length inside. Your head was thrown back against the bed while your hands reached out to grab at your legs, spreading yourself open for him. Despite the size difference you’d become accustomed to, he still stretched you out like always. You even insisted on rushing, but the contrast was obvious and made your eyes roll nonetheless. Slowly and with ease, Dante slid all the way in until the anatomy of your cunt wouldn’t let him go any further.
"Fuck—you feel so good,” He groaned, “You always feel so damn good…” This wasn’t the first time you’d gone without a condom but it was the first time the goal was to get you pregnant. The thought was still so foreign to you, but being in a mating press was really what sealed the deal. He couldn’t even fit his full length inside, plus the bulge in your belly was probably the sexiest thing you’d ever experienced. “I’m so deep in ya’, baby, your body’s so perfect for me.” He mumbled before gently rocking his hips back and forth.
You moaned in response, “Mhn—more. Please, don’t stop...” His filthy words were driving you insane.
He bent down and put your legs over his shoulders, his chest now pressed up against yours. Dante leaned in for a kiss, catching every moan and whine you made while he started to move his hips. He was moving faster, so deep that you felt your cervix struggling to hold him back, clearly he felt right at home between your legs, rutting into you like his only goal was to breed. “Baby… Ah—fuck… I love you so much,” His hips collided with yours over and over again, torturing your g-spot and drawing moan after moan from your swollen lips.
“I-I love you too—please… Dante, I’m—oh shit, I'm so close,” You spoke through gritted teeth, your tone wavering as he pounded into that spot deep inside which only he could reach, your hands searched for a place to rest in a bout of overstimulation. You grabbed at the sheets, his back, his hair, you even reached to cover your mouth but Dante immediately swatted your hand away.
“No. Don’t hide ya’ voice,” He leaned down to press his forehead to yours, his face contorted into one of pure ecstasy. Your whines and moans were like music to his ears and he was determined to milk every little cry from your lungs. “Let me hear m’ girl—my wife, I love hearing ya’ say my name.” His words hit your ears in such a way that made your mind go completely blank. The only thing you could think about was how you felt and how much you loved this man, so much so that you’d be willing to care for his child for decades to come.
There was a rush, one that sent shocks from your core and sent varying shivers down your spine, your orgasm was rapidly approaching. Your eyes squeezed shut as your legs went numb, trembling uncontrollably even in his grip. Your hands frantically clawing at Dante’s back. Your moans went from low to high, silent to loud, then they trailed off into desperate pleas as your climax came in waves with each one of Dante’s thrusts, your vision going fuzzy from how hard you had squeezed your eyes shut. “Please, please,” You gasped and moaned, too overwhelmed with pleasure to know what you were even begging for.
“That’s it,” Dante groaned through bared teeth. This was the closest you’d ever been to seeing him break. He was just as vocal as you were, growling and mumbling incoherent praises. “Fuck—baby… I’m gonna breed ya’ so damn g-good…”
You could feel it, this animalistic instinct he had inside him that was just waiting to come out and devour you whole, to mark you as his. The way he thrusted into you with such aggression and purpose made it obvious that if his plan worked, there’d be no turning back, but the thought wasn’t terrifying. You wanted it as bad as he did. “Please, Dante—cum inside, g-give it to me, I want it…” You groaned out as you reached down to press a hand to your bloated stomach again, feeling how his cock bulged beneath the flesh of your lower abdomen. That very image was all he needed to push him over the edge.
“Ngh… that’s right—Ergh… Take it!” His hand moved to grab your thigh, his teeth sank into your neck where a few bruises and hickeys already were from nights prior, the marks so deep he nearly broke skin. The mix of pain and pleasure from your neck, the deep grunts in your ear and the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you sent you spiralling into another orgasm. This time a thick ring of cream formed around his cock. “I’m... I’m close.” He spoke, sweat from his forehead dripping down damp strands of hair. That very thought, him overflowing your cunt with his seed, that alone nearly made your insides clench on reflex as you moaned and cried out in delight.
Dante had never made a sound quite like the one that escaped his mouth at that moment. He was all monster now, pure instinct. His teeth dug into your skin so hard his canines finally broke skin after a few seconds of his jaw crushing against your neck. His fingers would leave behind bruised crescent shapes on your legs where his nails dug into your thighs. He moaned out expletives and curses into your shoulder, disjointed and breathy, but you heard it all and loved every word. After a few more strokes of his cock against the entrance to your womb, he spilled deep inside with a few loud grunts.
He held you closer than he ever had before as if your body was something fragile that he was afraid to break, although he definitely should’ve been just as gentle with you moments ago. Slowly he began to come down from that high, his breathing slowed and his grip relaxed, one of his hands moved to stroke your face and move your hair out of your face. “Sorry,” He panted. “I… might’ve gotten a lil’ bit carried away and.. lost control for a minute there.” He offered a strained chuckle, still trying to regain his composure. “You alright, baby?”
“I’m okay, God… You’re an animal.”
Dante smirked, “Yeah well, you bring that out of me.” He looked down at the state of you, your chest flushed red and covered in marks he made himself, your neck a bruised bloody mess, one of your legs hung over his shoulder and you looked completely out of breath. He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “Don’t act like that wasn’t whatcha’ wanted.” He murmured against your mouth.
“You’re right, I can’t deny you.” You giggled and tried to perch yourself up on your arms, your legs now dangling over the side of the bed. He took one deep breath before picking you up again and placing you on the middle of the bed before rushing off toward the bathroom to fetch a towel. That’s when you looked down at his feet, “Are you still wearing your boots?!”
For a second he looked at you, then at the ground, then back toward you.
📍- NSFW, Porn no plot, public sex/ don’t get caught, cunilingus, deep throating, ruined orgasm, begging, degrading/ praise, swearing, erotic asphyxiation, multiple reader orgasms, (kinda) snowballing?
wc: 1265
You didn’t think Carlos would be the type to be such a pervert, especially when he had just saved you from certain death. Seeing you helpless under a pile of burning rubble probably stroked his ego enough to make a move on you once he had you safe and in the underground railways.
You were only two cars away from the rest of the survivors and officers, you were able to see through the train's windows in case anyone approached—But once Carlos got on his knees you were completely distracted and the idea of possibly being caught began to excite you. At first he was gentle, his tongue weaved through your folds, savoring the taste of your cunt before he began gently sucking on your clit. His lips made a sloppy, dirty mess out of your cunt. Your juices soaked his face and the cushion beneath you.
Every lick had you in a trance, leaving you in a bout of confusion as he milked orgasm after orgasm from your overstimulated pussy. He didn’t seem to care that you were being incredibly loud, it really only made him go harder. Two fingers pressed against your cervix, not at a violent pace, but enough for you to feel and process every little sensation. That little strategy of his is what drove you over the edge again and again.
“Carlos—please! I need… a second…” You grunted out through gritted teeth in an effort to hide the pleasure in your voice. He pulled away from your swollen cunt and looked up at you with pussy-drunken eyes, a look that made you feel that rush of excitement all over again. His hair was stuck to his face which was damp with sweat, your release tangled in his lips and beard. The moment your eyes connected and he heard the way the breath trembled in your lung, he dove back in. “Oh—fuck! Please!”
He went on to give you what felt like a hundred more orgasms, he made out with your pussy for nearly two hours before he finally got up on two feet and stood looming over you. His lips were just as swollen as the ones between your legs. “We aren’t done until I say so.” He panted out, regaining his breath before crouching back down to your level and pressing his lips to yours. The taste of your release still lingered on his tongue, you should be ashamed, but the realization that the foreign flavor was a product of his hard work forced a pleased moan from your throat.
Thankfully the only interruption was when another survivor knocked at the door of the train car. Carlos stood in the way of the window in order to keep you out of sight. The smell of sex was undeniable, the slight glistening of his face, and the single glove he wore… It was obvious, and that only made the adrenaline coursing through your veins pump harder.
“Is she hurt?”
“Oh, I’m just helping get her patched up. You shouldn’t have to see her… in this condition. It’d be best if you let the others know. She needs some privacy.” Carlos nodded his head as he spoke, shifting awkwardly to conceal his erection. On the other hand, the thought of him being exposed and hard while trying to conceal what you two were doing, it aroused you. You awaited him with your legs spread over the seat, still a leaking mess.
As soon as Carlos entered the train car, he started undoing the clasps that held his gear strapped across his chest with a devious smirk. In moments he was back on top of you, pants halfway over his thighs, his cock at half mast after the awkward encounter with the civilian. “Put your lips to work now, I don't have all day.”
The urgency sent a rush of energy through your blood and immediately you pressed your lips against the head of his cock, half of his shaft still damp with pre-ejaculate. You latched onto the tip and flicked your tongue over the underside of his cock. His groans and heavy breathing only made you want to stimulate him further. Soon enough you lost control and his fingers gripped onto your scalp through tangled hair. He thrusted into your mouth with brutal force, you could already sense the bruising of your soft palate developing.
“Fuck—I can’t wait to get inside of you… If your throat feels this good I can’t imagine what your pussy feels like,” He let out a needy moan with one final thrust and pulled out once he felt himself getting close. “Get up.”
You were left gasping for air, hacking out a few wet coughs while getting up on wobbly legs. Carlos saw you there and decided the best way to use you would be to press you up against the door of the train car, your face visible to anyone who might enter the neighboring train. “I told them to give us some privacy, but I get a feeling you like being a whore.” His voice was raspy, his eyes and eyelids heavy with arousal as he wrapped two arms around you. One of his biceps pressed against your neck, perfectly putting pressure your jugular veins leaving you dizzy and high with anticipation. The other arm was wrapped around your chest, he let out a grunt before suspending you into the air.
You couldn’t hold back the pleased sigh that left your lips when the swollen tip of Carlos’ cock finally split open your cunt. He pressed in slowly, but soon he realized it was pointless taking his time. Your poor pussy was too eager.
He held you there, facing the window of the train car while fucking into your tight hole. every whimper and moan only made his bicep flex further against your throat, putting pressure not only on the vein, but on your windpipe too. He was thick, the burn of your walls flexing to fit his length and girth was less painful than it was pleasurable. Your fuck-crazed face was in perfect view, if anyone in the next train looked up you’d be caught.
“You like this? Being carry fucked by the man who saved your life? You owed me this—doesn’t help that I’ve been waiting for a pretty girl like you.” His thrusts became desperate and unrhythmic. He was trying desperately not to give into his orgasm. Your pussy made the filthiest squelching noises as he pounded your hole, the sound of damp flesh slapping accompanied your moans. By that point you had already lost track of time. How did you even get here? Your name? Your purpose: all forgotten. You couldn’t even bother concealing the lustful expression on your face or the dirty sounds that come from your slackjaw.
You couldn’t even warn him. Your mind was clouded by filthy thoughts and various perverted ideas when your release squirted from your cunt. The pressure on your pulse points only left your head spinning as the blood stayed stagnant in your head. The force of your orgasm caused Carlos to slip out. His cock was still eager and standing tall while your orgasm showered his length with your juices. Carlos let out a staggered moan as his seed spurted all over the door of that train.
While he steadied his breathing he let go of your neck, gently relaxing his biceps when he realized it’d been a while since you last took a deep breath.
“You ruined my orgasm. Don’t think you’re getting off easy.”
Turns out, Carlos did have all day.
an: Hiii this was fun to write as a break from doing all my reqs. Btw! those will be posted very soon, I just thought i needed some practice writing smut so I decided to post this first off. Next fic will either be breeding kink Dante or LIR!reader x Vergil.
Also, if you’re new here, please check out my profile. I usually post DMC but i also luv RE, so hopefully I’ll get to expand my fandom horizons soon xD.
📍— Tags: No romance, no sex, pets, farming, implied character death, animals, alcohol consumption, short read, one-shot, platonic love
wc: 746
There was a quaint homestead near the edge of an old farming community, somewhere so rural the stars could be seen in abundance in the night sky. It was a modest home, containing only one old farmer and his prized livestock in the barn house a few acres away.
He’d lived on farmland his whole life, in fact he had a twin brother who’d decided he’d rather live in a suburban city where he’s started a family of his own. Farm life was a much better fit for Dante. He didn’t care much for fancy cars, romance, intricate plumbing, or shopping malls. His fathers old truck held up just fine, so did everything he passed down to him. Speaking of father, he’d left Dante in charge of a few things before his passing. His farm was once full of livestock, but now that it was just Dante, he decided to sell a few of the females since he couldn’t keep up with the new borns every summer, plus, helping birth lambs wasn’t exactly the most favorable way to spend your morning.
Father had left behind his beautiful ram, that old ram was father to just one more child before Dante decided it was time to cut it off. That ram created a beautiful, soft, curly haired lamb which Dante would promise his father he’d take care of.
So there lay his little lamb, basking in the evening sun after dining on grass clippings and rods of hay all afternoon. She was a beauty, and not one day went by where that lamb wasn’t properly bathed or kept indoors away from any predators or other farmers who’d come by to check out Dante’s livestock for sale. His lamb was off limits.
Dante had finished up his tasks for the day. There weren’t many to begin with so he decided to start later in the day instead of spending all morning in the burning hot sun riding down to the farm and back. He sat in an old rocking chair, watching the white ball of fluff that was his lamb bask in the sunlight for just one more hour until the sun would settle in under the horizon for the night. He had nothing better to do but babysit a pint of beer and hum old tunes to himself until the sun finally set.
His lambie didn’t usually sit outside for so long, but she was getting a little older so she might’ve just needed some privacy. Dante knew it was wrong to keep her away from the other sheep, but he feared one of those pesky rams would get a little too curious about her, so until she could fend for herself he’d keep her in his home or out on his lawn.
When he noticed the time was passing by and his lamb wasn’t showing any signs of getting up soon, he decided to get up and check her out himself. His boots thumped against the wood of his patio as he traveled down the steps, that’s when she finally jumped up and got up on her wobbly legs to face Dante. He let out an “awe~” before he reached the bottom step and just looked down at his lamb who was a few feet away.
“Well sugar plum, ya’ thinking ‘bout headin’ inside anytime soon?” He chuckled as his lamb trotted over to him, skipping and jumping on those little hooves that were definitely overdue for a trim, but they both knew she wouldn’t let that happen anytime soon. “Suns been down for bouta’ hour now, did ya’ get yourself into any trouble, honey?”
Suddenly he bent over to grab that little lamb and tucked her under his arm. She didn’t fight, just let him manhandle her while she let out a few little high pitched “Baaah’s”. Dante continued on, talking to himself as he dragged his pocket sized lamb onto the patio.
“I’m gonna have to teach ya’ how to fight, sugar. It was concerningly easy ta’ swipe ya’ up.” He chucked while sitting back in his rocking chair, taking off faust and setting that tiny lamb inside the lined straw hat where he’d rock her back and forth. “One day you’ll be too big ta’ fit in ma’ hat, lambie, but I suppose I can get a bigger one… Just for ma’ lil’ lambie.”
His little lamb, the only reminder of his fathers hard work, and soon a reminder of his own dedication.
Do you do the Netflix adaption of Devil May Cry or is it only the main game universe? Bonus question to first, do you also do reboot game?
I will write either DMC anime, but in regards to DmC,,, I’ve really only played like a few missions of the reboot but I can try my best 😭 controversial but I like reboot Dante. He’s cool.
📍|| Tags: No sex, short read, canon derivative, alcohol consumption, joke fic, fluff, established relationship(s).
wc: 865
This reader has no implied sex or gender, enjoy.
AN: Hey!! Just so you know i can write other dmc characters too! Most of my requests have been for Dante, I love writing him he’s my fav but I would also love to do something for a male or nb reader, please make some requests because they are open!! No guarantees but I’d love to look through all of them!
Finally, you were finished with all of your tasks. Dante never asked you to keep his place clean, you swore to him you didn’t mind cleaning up from time to time—but after you moved in together you realized everything seemed to be misplaced or disorganized. After all, it’s Dante we’re talking about. He didn’t have much of a thing for decor or cleanliness, it’s hard to pay attention to detail when you’re covered in demon blood and brains all of the time.
Dante went out on a short mission with his nephew Nero and the girls, Trish, Lady and Nico. Your first impression of Dante’s folks were that they’re people you’d trust with your life, brutal fighters with excellent technique and craftsmanship. You’ve witnessed and even taken part in many battles alongside the team but it didn’t seem Dante cared much for extracurriculars, he’d go out for a job then find his own way home. Sitting in that van with Vergil was starting to get awkward after some time.
So when he came home drunk, clock about to strike midnight, you’d imagined he had gone out drinking on his own as per usual. Little did you know you’d be met with a less than stellar surprise.
Knock, knock, knock
The sudden noise caused you to shoot up out of your comfortable nook on the couch where you then found yourself lunging for the door, taking a peek through the peephole. It was Dante. “Let me in!~” He shouts in a playful tone, angling his words through the crack in the wooden double doors, as if he didn’t have a key to his own shop.
Towards the beginning of the relationship Dante’s old habit of overindulging in alcohol was a bit of a shock to you, he seemed very professional in his work as a mercenary so you never imagined him to be the type of guy to go out and lean against a bartop all night. In fact, You used to drink together but you could never keep up with him so that habit died off rather quick for you. Either way, you’re not teenagers anymore, the man could handle his drinks pretty well despite the amount he’d down in only a few minutes. Recently this had manifested itself into late nights with Nero and Nico after work.
Tonight they had brought him home in the van, Nico even stood behind him waiting for your response at the door while Nero hung out of the van's passenger side window
You twisted the lock, opening the door only for Dante to fall through the new gap with a loud thud where he once stood, leaning against the door. You pinched the bridge of your nose and groaned but all Dante could do in response was let out a little whine while trying his best to get himself back up.
“‘Place seems tidy, but ya’ gonna have a hell of a lot more cleanin’ up to do if ya’ don’t get him into bed, hun!” Nico stood, hands on her hips, a laugh escaping her half open lips as she looked around the freshly maintained shop. The smell of clean lavender and detergent fighting with the scent of the cigarette hanging out from between her teeth. Dante is still lying on the ground, fighting to get on his feet.
“By the way, he lost his keys… And his wallet. We figured if you weren’t home we would just take him back to Kyrie’s place but then i’d have two drunk ass holes to deal with,” She points down to the silver haired man who was basically blackout drunk before turning back to the van, Nero hung out the rolled down window, laughing maniacally at the old man who had managed to get himself indoors by this point.
“… Yeah, I’ll take care of him. Thank you Nico,” You replied with rolling eyes, you looked at Dante and back at the van where the two visitors had already begun to load up and head back to their respective homes.
Surely you could have a conversation about this with Kyrie later on, Nero seemed to be in the same boat as his uncle. Like uncle, like nephew? Right?
“Baby! don’t be mad, pleaseee!” Dante begs, getting himself into his chair. His legs were still wobbly, words slurred. You lock the door back up and walk back towards him, where he sat eagerly like a sad puppy. He always got like this after a few too many drinks. A giant baby who just wanted to kiss, cuddle, and love you all night. “Come on, please baby? Hmm.. we should go back to the bar together… I wanna show you off, hun.” He smirked and looked back toward the door, slurring his words while just barely clinging onto consciousness.
“NO! We are not going anywhere tonight, especially not a bar, get on the couch ‘cause I'm not carrying you up the stairs!” You snapped back, pointing a scolding finger at Dante who immediately felt his heart break. Tears welled up in his bloodshot eyes and then came the downpour.
Yeah, let’s just say he slept comfortably in his bed that night.
big bubba, do you know how to write yanderes? i was gonna send in a request but im like, lemme js ask 😭🗣️🔊‼️
You Won’t Leave.
📍|| Parings: Yandere!Dante/ Fem!reader
📍|| Tags: Yandere, physical violence, trapped, character death, blood, swearing, non-con, no aftercare, pregnancy, abuse/ neglect.
There will be an extensive warning and discussion about non-con bellow the line, please read!
wc: 3819
Hello! If you’ve been on my profile before it might be because you read this fic and wanted to see more, but i want to warn you this is not at all like my last. This is not dub-con, this is straight up non-con and i want you to know there is no comfort or aftercare here. If you want something more comfortable please read my last x reader. If you feel guilty indulging in this kind of media, keep in mind this is all fiction and you are not enabling abuse one bit. This is an elaborate fantasy, I created it so you can immerse yourself in the ‘reader’s’ experience, in no way am I trying enable the subjects behavior.
This oneshot gets very descriptive and very uncomfortable, there are very very straightforward descriptions of noncon sex and abuse. If you don’t like that please wait for me to publish my next one cuz it’s actually pretty sweet!
And, as a reply to anon: NO! I’m terrible at writing yandere but i’m trying just for you twin! I did some research and think i got it down somewhat but I wrote it in a way that might be a little uncomfortable. You’ll find some inconsistencies in the readers emotions and physical reaction to sex but i did this all on purpose. unfortunately i can say from experience, sexual assault is a very confusing and scary thing so—I tried to replicate those emotions by channeling those uncomfortable feelings and putting them on paper.
Anyway, please read the warning if you didn’t already. Excuse any typos, I didn’t do a great job proofreading.
xoxo
You didn’t think living with Dante could get any worse by now.
Moving in with him after marriage was kind of a given since your own home wasn’t exactly the best, even in comparison to his. Sure, the power went out, the water was cut off, or sometimes (most times) the garbage wouldn’t get taken out. But right now you seemed to be bearing the weight of every mistake Dante has made since you moved in. You’d notice that recently all he does is sit at his desk and think, stare at the ceiling, sometimes he’d have the jukebox on playing some corny love song from decades ago. Before this all began, for the first few years of your relationship, you understood. Hell, you were a tad lazy too but you didn’t quite understand the gravity of the situation until you got to be around said situation all day, everyday, and presumably for the rest of your life.
You knew you’d have to confront him soon about his inability to catch up on the bills but the worst part was coming up with the right way to approach Dante. All he seemed to be spending his money on was pizza, bourbon and ice cream. Not to mention the hundreds of gifts he’s purchased you. It was sweet at first, that’s what drew you in. A man like Dante, the legendary devil hunter, thinking about you twenty four/ seven? A little self indulgence and selfless gifts couldn’t cause any harm, but every single day? It was getting out of hand. No, you weren’t afraid to confront him but perhaps a bit on edge.
Every time you tried to segway into discussing his poor spending habits he’d get snappy or irritated and recently it seemed he didn’t want to hear you speak at all. If he got nervous enough he’d even have a few more drinks than usual, but it was about time you set your foot down and gave him an ultimatum. So that night, once he came home from his first mission in weeks, you’d tell him exactly what was on your mind.
Soon enough you’d hear the faux rumbling engine outside, Cavaliere gently disappearing into a red shimmering dust after Dante dismounted and began making his way up the steps to the front door. You got that fluttering sensation in your stomach, reminiscent of the first few days you spent together after getting married. Back then he’d pick up extra work, even boring gigs that didn’t interest him, and he’d get to come home to a warm meal. But recently everything’s gone to complete shit.
You waited behind his desk, your foot tapping anxiously against the wooden floors once the nostalgia faded, until the door finally cracked open. There he was, Dante dressed in what remained of that red coat from decades ago, and drenched in blood from what seemed like a fresh hunt. He had caught you in his peripheral as he dropped his things at the door. Didn’t bother hanging up his sword behind his desk, didn’t put his coat in the hamper. All you could do was roll your eyes in response. “Oh baby, I’ve missed ya’—how bout’ a kiss?!” He hums in a sing-song tone before he steps toward the desk, leaning over the front with his lips puckered at you.
“Dante… No, we should talk.” You put up a hand, hoping he’d back off but instead he rounds the front of the desk and pulls you closer toward him by the armrests of that old wooden chair.
“No, no—no! I got ya’ a gift baby, I was thinking of you the entire time I was gone. Oh, I just can’t gettcha’ off my mind, hon—erm! It wasn’t cheap… But you’ll look beautiful innit’.” He interrupted you immediately and pulled a crumpled up bag, pink with white tissue paper pressed inside that he had kept on his hip. Seeing such a thing almost felt like an insult to you, the way his face went a blushy pink, but then his smile began to slip as the seconds went by without your reply. That really sealed the deal. There’s no way he hasn’t picked up on the signs… You’ve gotten distant with him, cold. You won’t get intimate in bed, you even feel reluctant kissing him goodbye at the door.
“Stop! Dante, stop it… Get it together—don’t you realize I'm pissed?!” You shouted over him, interrupting his speech and sending him spiraling. His eyes go wide, dilated, before they gloss over and his head sinks down toward his chest. He can’t fathom the pain, the rejection. His heart is beating out of his chest as he tries to come back from your sudden outburst but he can’t.
“What!?… Are you gonna call me useless? A sorry excuse for a husband!? I can’t give you cash to spend or a home with marble countertops, but you… YOU said you’d love me forever and here you are…” He snapped, in one quick motion he stood up and turned away, walking towards the front door. His response told you all you needed to know. Dante knew he was falling behind, he knew how this was affecting you, but he didn’t care. As long as you were still there and still his.
“You know what—yeah! Maybe I did promise you that, but it doesn’t mean you can lounge around all day, I refuse to keep cleaning up after you. I’m not your mother!” You couldn’t catch yourself before it slipped out. You knew not to mention his mother, especially recently when all he seemed to do was sit at his desk and stare at those photos. One of you, another of his mother. Both were his reminders to keep going but neither were encouraging him any longer.
“Momma… You know ya’ can’t just talk about mom like that. Baby please, don’t be mad, I love you… You can’t go anywhere, ya’ can’t—you won’t!” He barked out, his back against the door like his body could barricade you inside. He swallowed hard, his throat sore with all the words he just barely managed to hold back. But one thing slipped through. ‘you won’t!’ it almost sounded like he was daring you to leave and that alone made your blood boil. But deep down he knew it’d be impossible for you to leave, he wouldn’t let you.
“Look, if you can’t be a man and improve yourself for the woman you claim to love so deeply, I don’t think this’ll work out. I can't even take a shower in my own house! Can’t cook myself a meal because the gas is out, when are you gonna notice I'm not happy anymore?!” Those words of yours seemed to echo through the air. He could only stare in disbelief. An ultimatum. He was willing to do anything, anything except let you go. He knew things were getting bad, he’d lost the trust of his own family, lost his credibility when it came to demon hunting, he barely had a job anymore. His only valued possession was you, and he wasn’t willing to lose you too. But instead of promising he’d improve, he stepped back toward the desk.
“I hate you. I fucking hate you! You said you loved me! You said ya’ loved me. You’re a lying bitch!” Dante reached out to grab you but it wasn’t with that same tender love he’d touched you with for all these years. He pulled you out of the chair by the collar of your shirt and pulled you close to him. Despite his hateful words he couldn’t let you go, he held you close and wrapped his arms around you so tight he could’ve crushed you if he hadn’t known your limit.
Your chest was tight, your extremities going numb as he held you there, your entire body unable to move or react. His words pierced through your heart and made you panic in an instant. You knew he loved having you around but it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Obsessive, self destructive at this point. He’d ruined himself in order to keep you here. At home, and completely his. You hadn’t even realized until now when he snapped and went completely off the rails. “What’s… What’s wrong with you…” You murmured into his chest, his hand holding your head there. It was hard to breathe, hard to see through teary eyes, but then you felt it. His own tears seeping through your hair and onto your scalp.
“I love you…” Dante spoke gently, but something in his tone told you it wasn’t quite the same Dante you fell in love with years ago. He’d become sick, all that time he spent locked away from you in his bedroom, all those months he seemed to be hoarding garbage, he was depressed and at the end of his rope but the only thing keeping him from disappearing entirely was you. His wife. “You can’t leave, god forbid some other man tries to talk to ya’… I won’t be there to keep you safe, you don’t want that, do you?”
“Let me go… Please!” Your words have become panicked, at this point you were begging, you were afraid of him but it didn’t seem to register to him that you were terrified for your life. All he saw was his wife, the woman he loved with all his heart.
“No, baby. Why don’t cha’ try on those panties I bought you? you’ll look so cute… Please? Just for me, just this once baby.” He picked up that tiny pink bag on his desk and pulled out a pair, sheer, lace, bows… They were a cute little set of underwear but despite the ‘romantic gesture’ you couldn’t justify trying on lingerie for him, not when he was like this. You shoved him away now that his other arm had let go, you could only manage to get away by a few feet before he began following after you menacingly. He wasn’t aware of the threat he was in that moment, all Dante could care about was you. “Please baby? They reminded me of you… They’re white, they have that same pretty lace that was on your wedding dress, baby. C’mon… Please… Please? Please!”
With that last ‘please’ he lunged forward and grabbed you by your wrists, dragging you back towards his desk where he bent you over and slammed you against the wood, a sharp pain shot through your face. You didn’t realize at first but the impact had caused you to bite down on your tongue. “I’ll just help ya’ put em’ on since you’re feeling shy… Ain’t nothing to be embarrassed about, you’re gonna look beautiful.” He tugged on the waist of your bottoms, all you could do was cry out helplessly as the taste of iron invaded your tastebuds. Your wrists were pinned over your head by one of his massive hands, his grip was so tight you could feel your fingertips going cold while the blood flow to your hands slowed. This was not at all how you planned for things to go. You knew he loved you deeply, you thought an ultimatum would put an end to the lounging and hoarding but it didn’t seem to help at all, the entire plan had blown up in your face.
Dante carefully removed your clothing, careful not to scratch. It was painfully tender despite the way he crushed your face into the desk moments ago, so much so that for a second there you forgot all about the swearing and fighting from just a few minutes ago. You remembered how he’d touched you… The night after your reception, when he gently took off your tights and undid the bodice of that dress he treasured so deeply even now. The way he kissed you all along your back down to your toes. Suddenly this wasn’t so bad, but at the same time you were scared. It was like you couldn’t make up your mind.
Once he had you nude from the waist down, Dante bent at his knees to get the soft lacey fabric around your ankles, pulling them up over your hips slowly. His breathing was so loud you could almost visualize how his breathing staggered about in his lungs, rumbling deep in his chest. “Don’t cry, it’s okay… Ya’ don’t gotta be shy, baby. I think you’re perfect. You’ve been hiding all of this from me for weeks, how come?”
How come? You hadn’t had a proper shower in weeks. The sheets to your bed couldn’t be washed. Your hair was nearly matted. The air conditioning was out, Dante would neglect you and lock you inside this oven of a home. You weren’t free anymore, that’s when it truly dawned on you. You had nothing. You’d already been ostracized by your family, your friends had cut contact with you, it was almost like they’d just disappeared into thin air. The only consistency you had in your life was Dante, your husband through sickness and health. You didn’t dare get intimate with him anymore. You felt dirty, every time he penetrated you it was by coercion. This time would be no different.
“I’m sorry…” You whined into the wood, the corner of your lips dripping with a combination of drool and blood. Not to mention the way Dante was still covered in specks of blood himself, neither of you were put together, let alone in good health. There hadn’t been anything to eat for days, you fed on pizza crust while Dante ate an entire pizza and left scraps behind for you to steal while he was gone.
“Don’t apologize baby, it’s not your fault. I need to be better, I’ll show you. I’ll prove it to you,” He pulled you up toward his chest again, your body’s pressed together, a warm sensation settled onto half of your face where the blood from your mouth began to dry. His hands wandered over your body until his fingers found the bottom hem of your top and began to pull it up over your chest. When you didn’t lift your arms to allow him to undress you completely, he raised them for you. Once you were standing there, only in those panties he bought you and a bra that didn’t match he leaned down to your level and spoke against your ear. “See? That was easy. Now, I think you owe me something baby,”
At this point you quit fighting, the life was drained from your eyes and your body no longer belonged to you. It was like everything was pointless now. You had no choice but to do as he asked or face the consequences of denying him.
“How long have we been married? Do ya’ remember?” He whispered while nuzzling his face into your neck, an action much too sweet and gentle for the man you were dealing with. This wasn’t Dante, not the way you remembered. You had even started to blame yourself, you should’ve left ages ago when things started to feel wrong instead of making excuses for him and allowing this to continue. “3 years, was it? Doncha’ it’s time we start a family of our own? Think about it baby, isn't our home so lonely? I think it's time.”
His fingers trailed down toward your groin while his lips kissed a little train from your tear streaked eyes, your bloodied cheeks, down to your neck and shoulders. You just stood there like a deer in headlights allowing him to take what he wanted in hopes that maybe, just maybe, once this was over he would let you have your freedoms back. His words weren’t registering, his commands weren’t demanding, you just did as he asked and followed his lead.
Soon enough one hand was at your neck again, not squeezing, just holding. Another hovered right over your clit, those two fingers threatening to spread you apart and rub at that spot he knew drove you crazy. “I love you so much… So—so much. So much, baby. I’m gonna make you a mom, then you’ll see. You’ll see how much I love you.” the pad of his index finger dragged over your slit, barely touching while his tongue dragged over your neck and then probing your ear, leaving you with an unpleasant slimy feeling in your ear as he took in the flavor of your skin.
His breathing became raged just as yours did, his two fingers had begun to rub gentle circles over your clit. You couldn’t deny that the feeling was euphoric. Something about being his possession, being his and only his forever made that pit in your stomach erupt into flames. “I love you. I love you, I love you baby. I’m so sorry.” His voice had begun to sound hurt, as if he might burst into tears at any moment. Dante didn’t want to take you by force, but to him it was the only way. There was no rational way to make you stay, there was no negotiating, just this. “I’m sorry…” Was all he said before he put you in a choke hold, his biceps pressing against your neck while his fingers swirled against your clit, collecting every drop of wetness so he could further violate you. All you could do was cry silently and try to immerse yourself in his sick fantasies.
Your body reacted to the stimulation, and unfortunately as much as you wanted to deny him, your mind was also starting to fall for his tricks. Your eyes began to close from the sensation and the wetness of your core was undeniable at this point. Once his fingers plunged in you let out a sigh, the girth stretching you open after almost an entire month of no sexual contact at all. He began to breathe heavily against your neck. The small gusts sent shocks throughout your body causing your toes to curl, all while his fingers curled into your cervix, forcing the moans you were holding back to erupt from your lips.
Your breaths were shallow, but steady. He smelled of iron, sweat and ash, but you didn’t smell any better. Every time you remembered just how long it’d been since you’d had a proper shower and cleaned up your most intimate areas it made you want to push him away, but Dante didn’t care, it was almost like he was an animal. No, he was a demon, his excitement fueled by your scent like an animal during mating season seeking out a partner's pheromones. His fingers continued moving in and out, curling just right and stretching you out just enough for what was coming next.
His hips began to grind against yours, seeking out relief for his own arousal. Every grind drew a little grunt and huff from Dante who was on a mission. He didn’t care how either of you felt, now there was only one thing on his mind.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here on this desk, just play nice baby, it’ll be over soon.” He guided you onto the desk again but this time he was gentle. He didn’t push or crush your face into the table like before, he wasn’t holding you down anymore, he didn’t need to. You were submitting. He moved to undo his belt, the sound of jingling metal was taunting you. Once you heard that zipper rip you almost began to anticipate it instead of dread it. He could feel just how wet you were, and it only made him want you more.
You laid there almost completely oblivious, all you knew was that you wanted him closer, by some sick masochistic miracle. It’d been weeks since he’d taken you like this, the last time left much to be desired and now you almost felt as if your body needed this. Maybe he was right, this was what you needed. You were already beyond broken, even before today. But all Dante needed to do now was claim you, not in a way marriage ever could. He would take your body and your mind, so that soon enough you’d walk away from this wondering why you ever even had the thought to leave him. Not to mention the shame and confusion, your body was giving into him, you couldn’t move. You’d wonder for years to come why you let this happen. Every time someone told you they love you, anytime you were called beautiful, you’d think back to now, the time in your life where you felt the filthiest.
The head of his cock pressed against your entrance and after what was probably only a few seconds of warning up, he shoved his way in. You laid there, chest against the cold wood writhing against his hold. His hands caressed your body with gentleness you didn’t know existed any longer. Every inch that stretched you was torture. The pain was excruciating, even more so now that you couldn’t do anything to stop him. But even then, you accepted the pain and welcomed it. Your juices coated every inch, you didn’t know until now but your body had submitted to him before you had a proper chance to give in emotionally.
“I love you… God—I love you so much.” Dante mumbled into your shoulder, hands holding your hips as he slipped in and out, your body reacted in ways you couldn’t understand. You didn’t want this, but every part of your body was saying you did. His words died on their way to your head, they were meaningless. He loves you. But you couldn’t hear it anymore.
You didn’t even remember when it ended, all you felt was the throbbing sensation in between your legs when he pulled out. But Dante didn’t pull out as a method of contraception, it was actually the complete opposite. He’d already spilled inside of you, but it had all been a complete blur. The entire time he used you, he whispered sweet words and even apologies into your ears. He kissed you all over your limp body, he’d praise you all while defiling you completely. Once he finally stepped away from you he just stood there and smiled. His smile was warm, his eyes inspected every inch of your body, dissecting just how lovely you looked there while his seed dripped down your thighs.
“See?… I told ya’ it’d be okay baby.” He picked you up, your body limp against his body. He took you to the couch and laid you there while he stood over you, ironically he was completely clothed while you laid there nude. You didn’t care, you just wanted to be left alone now. It seemed after tonight you finally understood, after so much torment it’s easier to just give up than to fight.
Main Fandoms/ Favs : Devil May Cry, Overwatch, Resident Evil, Splatoon, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, TADC, My Little Pony, COD: BO3, Legend of Zelda.
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