pristine white locks fell into his face as red eyes peered back at you, with the black headboard behind him he almost look like a painting. dante stared at you amused. it was annoying how he was the one tied up and it felt like he had the upper hand.
"so," dante tilted his head playfully, "you are aware that i can break out of these right?" he pulled at the cuffs hanging above his head experimentally.
you sighed, "yes, i am aware of your freakish strength, thanks for asking. but you'll be obedient for me, won't you?"
"well when you sweet talk me like that, how can i say no?"
he was naked sitting on the bed legs crossed, all you did was restrain him and he was already at half-mast.
from your place infront of him, your eyes wandered over his body contemplating your next move.
"want a picture?" dante mused.
you smirked, "trust, i'll be taking alot of those."
"yeah when im old and gray because ive sat here and i think the grandparents next door are having more action than me."
"oh yeah?"
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"ngh! i just came..! so s-stop pounding!" ribbons of cum splattered on his already coated chest yet you didn't stop, the thought didn't even cross your mind. you were no where near done with him and that smart mouth.
how many rounds was it now? dante lost track after the first five.
"you know, your dicks been staying soft while i fuck you. maybe i've been using your ass so much your body knows you don't need your dick anymore."
"f-fuck you," dante spat brokenly as you continued pistoning into him like he was a toy. his cock laid limp on his abs, weakly spurting in a pool of cum. his body shook with the after shocks of his orgasm a few moments ago.
the headboard creaked and banged against the wall in rhythm with your thrusts. "not getting enough play still? should i amp it up? you always loved a thrill, dante."
"n-no, please! dont turn it on [name], i swear you'll break me-!" his plea fell on deaf ears as you flipped the switch on the bullet vibrator taped on his shaft.
"ohh fuck!" he screamed, dantes arms flexed in his restrains, it took all his willpower to not pull through the restrains and turn off the intense stimulation.
"there we go," you smirked. "see, when i dig into your pussy the cum just keeps flying out."
"'m close! gonna cum again!" you were surprised dante still had cum left in him.
"oh wait before you do i almost forgot!" you stopped your assault on him for just a moment to lean over to the bedside desk and grab your polaroid camera.
you grabbed him by his hair like he was an animal you conquered and he looked positively debauched to say the least.
"smile!"
the camera flashed in time for dantes first dry orgasm to be on record.
Love your writing so far! Its been a while since I've enjoyed people's writing in here! Sorry if that sounds rude... not trying to be I promise 😭 but anyways if I could request something? Could I get the boys and how their first time would be with someone new (me, muahahahaha lol sorry) they actually want to be with?
Umm sorry this is ny first time asking something like this so idk if its good enough 😭
DMC men x First Time With Someone He Truly Wants. (SFW-ish with Gen!Reader)
Aww, this is so sweet, Anon, thank you so very much! Dw, you didn't sound mean in the slightest. From what I understand of your request, you mean, “What would Dante, Vergil, Nero, and V be like the first time they sleep with someone they love/ truly care about?”
Your request sounded rather wholesome; therefore, I didn't make it too explicit to focus on the emotional aspect of it.
Characters: Dante, Vergil, V and Nero
WC: ~1050.
-> My masterlist
Dante
Dante is far from inexperienced. But for most of his life, his sexual life was casual, from one-night stands to friends with benefits.
However, this time, it actually matters to him. Therefore, he doesn't want to mess this up.
He does the usual modus operandi of making light of the situation with his usual bravado (jokes, overconfidence and teasing comments), but he is being way more careful than normal.
He goes slow, he pays special attention, and only cracks jokes if he feels the environment is getting a little tense.
Underneath the clowning, he’s very emotionally tuned in.
Therefore, he is very reassuring. If you are nervous, he'll keep up with a stream of gentle comments and jokes just to break the tension. He wants you to let loose and have fun.
“Hey, relax, babe. Worst case scenario, you laugh at me. I can handle it.”
If you hesitate for even a second, he stops instantly, no questions asked and no pressure.
Your two’s first time is quite romantic, far more romantic than what Dante is used to. He wants to make it clear that he is not there for the sex only, so yeah, this man would do the whole shebang of lighting Walmart candles and throwing some rose petals around.
The general vibe is surprisingly earnest.
Afterwards, he'll definitely joke: “Well, guess we can’t take that back. Not that I’d want to.”
Vergil
While we know that Vergil is not inexperienced (cofcofNerocofcof), he was never really into casual sex.
(Well, maybe when he was younger. But as an adult? He doesn't do intimacy casually.)
If he allows you to get this close, well, probs to you because you'd broken through several layers of pride, restraint and the longest slow burn mankind could ever imagine.
That alone makes the first time feel monumental for both of you.
Dare I say, maybe he is a bit nervous about it.
You won't notice, though. He looks as stoic as always. But this is Vergil; exposing vulnerability terrifies him.
So he channels it into precision and control. Every move and word is deliberate and careful.
He makes sure you are comfortable, that you trust him just as much as he trusts you.
He doesn't create a playful and fun environment like Dante. He is quiet and serious, but he will make you feel safe, sanctified even.
He will not rush. He will take his time with you.
He is not slow; he is reverend. He is not cheesy; he is careful.
Honestly, having sex with this man, especially if it is so emotionally intimate, must feel like a religious experience.
He is a devil, but he will make you touch heaven tonight.
Afterwards, he won't joke; he is too prideful and gentlemanly.
Also, do not expect an in-depth conversation in the aftercare. However, he might drop something sincere.
“You’ve given me… more than I deserve.”
Nero
Out of all the boys, he is the most nervous and excited. He acts cocky on the surface, but the second it's real, he fumbles.
Stumbles over words, overthink whether he is doing things right (even if he has experience). His efforts are genuine and earnest; he wants it to be perfect for you.
This is Nero we are talking about, so he has this "I need to prove myself mindset."
He wants to show you he can be capable, loving and protective, as if emotional and physical intimacy are areas he has to perform.
You might have to remind him that he has nothing to prove to you.
He definitely asks dumb, nervous questions mid-moment, like: “Wait—are you comfortable? Too much? Should I…?”
Surprisingly attentive, watching your reactions carefully even while going red about it.
Nero is a guy who gives his all in everything. He brings nothing but pure energy and sincerity.
Afterwards, expect him to be sheepish: scratching the back of his neck, all red, probably saying a self-deprecating joke:
“Guess I didn’t screw it up too bad, huh?”
Beneath that? Relief and gratitude.
V
From all the boys, he is the most fragile going into this. This isn't because of the physical inexperience. It's about his constant fear of being too fragile, too temporary, too fleeting to deserve something as deep as intimacy.
He treats it like a confession. For him, it isn't casual fun. It's a declaration that he trusts you enough to bear every weakness and flaw.
He is extremely gentle. If Dante reassures with humour, and Vergil with control and protection. V reassures with words. Soft-spoke and thoughtful, constantly checking in with you.
“Is this alright? Do you want me to stop?” He needs to hear it from you.
He is not as confident as Vergil or Dante. He second-guesses himself often. Physically, he is reserved, and emotionally, he is a bit overwhelmed.
However, eventually he warms up to it and eases a bit.
Afterwards, he isn't joking or smug.
He is quiet, staring at you like you're something unreal.
Then he finally admits it, either to himself or to you. He couldn't believe something so pure and perfect could be his.
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OP-> Did not expect to have as much fun writing this one. Surprisingly, it felt very wholesome.
Could you please write Dante x gn!reader? The reader has cold hands all the time (cold hands, warm heart, as people say). But when the reader puts their hands on him (like holding hands), the reader's hands are warm!
Sure, sure!
Dante x GN!Cold-handed!Reader headcannons
-Dante always found it charming that he, a fiery demon, is dating you, someone with cold hands all the time.
-You don't seem to mind it though and often don't even notice your hands are below freezing temperature unless someone points it out to you.
-Your friends are always gifting you mittens and gloves for the holidays, and while you appreciate the gifts, you just don't seem to understand why they keep doing this.
-Or maybe you do understand and you think it's hilarious.
-Either way, it doesn't matter, whenever anyone else tries to hold your hand, they discover it's cold as heck, but when you're lying down with Dante, just cuddling, and then you decide to run your hands across his torso, he will find that they are very warm.
-Why your temperature is so unpredictable is a great mystery to him that he really wants to solve. He doesn't have to; he could probably live the rest of his life without knowing the answer, but he wants to know.
-After wondering if you were literally cold-blooded, like a crocodile or a tortoise, Dante concludes that perhaps the reason you're warm to him but not anyone else is because your love is so passionate it heats up your hands.
-Now, whether this is true or not remains to be seen and eventually evaluated by a doctor, but it's a cute concept, isn't it?
-He does find himself picking up your hands whenever you're near each other, just to check and make sure they're still warm for him.
-Likes to press your hand against his cheek as he's falling asleep because it's reassuring, relaxing, and makes him feel loved, as he deserves.
may i request an 8:11 fic with dante? preferably a fluffy fic with a gn s/o. thank you :)
☆ No Need To Fear — Dante x GN Reader Fic ☆
Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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It was the middle of the night, or at least you assumed it was. It was a little hard to give an accurate estimate of time in the strange pocket dimension sort of limbo that you and Dante took residency in. You'd woken up for a simple trip in search of a drink, but there was something bugging you. The bed had been empty when you'd woken up. You'd hoped that Dante would be down in the kitchen, but you couldn't see him anywhere. It was always at least a little unsettling without him there- you were much more of a stranger to this place than he was.
After sipping from the water that you'd got, the door to the home suddenly swung open. You jolted, looking around and seeing a tall, unnaturally pale man clad in green walking into the room. You gave a heavy sigh, putting your glass down "Dante! God, you scared the hell out of me...". Dante's eyes flicked up to you, his furrowed brow softening. He walked in, closing the door with a heavy swing "You're awake?". "I needed something to drink" you explained "I got kinda worried when I didn't see you here"
Dante put down a bag that he had been carrying over his shoulders, which landed on the ground with a hard thud "I went out to find us some food". "Oh! Oh, um- thank you, it looks... lovely" you responded, a little tentatively. You could see Dante's eyes upturn, hinting at a large grin behind his black mask. He always felt proud to be the 'provider' between you two, giving you all the oddly and probably-fresh supplies you'd need. He walked up to you, wrapping his long arms around your form.
You smiled when feeling him nuzzle into the top of your head, hearing a pleased rumble resonate throughout his chest. "You'll be exhausted tomorrow if you keep staying awake" Dante said, looking down at you with wider pupils "You could falter. Trip, maybe. Then what?". "Then I'll have you carry me home" you said, giving him a cheek peck that temporarily melted his onset eerieness. He stood up tall, lifting you with him and shifting you to be bridal-style carried in his arms.
You picked up the glass you'd gotten and allowed him to carry you back to your shared room. It was pretty simplistic, but styled after Dante's affinity for hunting, such as various ornaments taken from his wins hung up as decorations and somewhat messily made fur blankets. He placed you down, staring and waiting for you to get adjusted before beginning to climb in. You put a hand on his chest to stop him birefly "Your jacket's a mess, love". Dante huffed, but stood back up to find something more clean.
You smiled as he went, getting comfortable under the covers. Since Dante wasn't exactly human, things like sleep and eating weren't necessary to begin with. But he loved cuddling you while you rested and gathering materials for you to cook with, so he tried to keep track of both. Then again, he was intensely clingy, hence why these hunting trips usually happened at night where you were already resting. At least that way he'd know you're safe at home as he works.
Dante slid into bed fully, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his chest to your back. He entangled his legs with yours, chin nestling into your shoulder. He was in a neater set of clothes, grumbling a little as he cuddled as close as he could be. "Goodnight love" you said with a little yawn, and he chuckled just a bit "Dream well, little jackal" he said softly, kissing the corner of your jaw before falling silent, letting you be lulled into sleep.
Seriously go away, children
Summary:Dante is going through his first rut with you being his mate. Things have been going fine; he’s been doing what he needs and you have been enjoying it. However, it is the last week of his season and he is having issues relieving his ‘itch’ for you.
Beginning Notes:
Since I keep writing long stories; I decided to take a break and write something smaller. This isn’t super descriptive or anything, but I like it idk lmao
I know that this is “unrealistic” and that like over like 7 inches or some shit would hurt you (and can kill you) just roll with it.
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Bottom G/N Reader x Top Dante--written with Male in mind, but no describing words or terms used that indicate such.
Basically, just smut with very minor fluff
Monsterfucking; Devil Trigger, Sin Devil Trigger
Knotting
Overstimulation; reader tells him to stop but it is disingenuous
Minor Mating/Breeding Kink
Biting
Very Minor choking
Small blood warning
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Over the past few weeks, Dante and you had been sharing your (or rather his) first rut together. Things were going fine, great actually. The devil had been able to satisfy himself within a few rounds every six or seven hours. When you had sex it was mindblowing and, afterwards, he would shower you with pure romantic affections that made your heart melt. Today, however, Dante was having a hard time fulfilling those inner unholy urges.
“Fuck- Dante~!” you felt the red devil manhandle you into a downward dog pose. A roasting grey-scaled hand pushed roughly down onto the back of your neck; forcing your head down and your hips up, “Wait-- Please--”
Without hesitation, Dante shoved himself back inside and let out a tumultuous growl. Loud squelching noises came from you with every thrust of his hips, courteous of the several previous rounds of lovemaking. The two of you had been slamming hips together for nearly an hour now and you were beyond sore. Your hands gripped violently at the disheveled bedding as you felt him pick up the pace once more.
Dante moved his hand from the back of your neck and the top of your head, yanking it backwards. Slowly, he kissed along your neckline and was doing his best not to bite down too hard into your soft flesh.
“Fuck,” you hissed at him, “bite me if that’s what-- Ah~!”
You didn’t have to tell him twice, he bit down harshly piercing your skin with his sharp teeth. The red devil’s thrusts had become short and rough as he set the side of his face against yours. Hot breath washed over your skin as you leaned back against him; hoping that meant he was finally reaching his final peak.
With a final hard slam, he came inside you once more; burying himself to the hilt. Because of how much Dante had been ramming your poor hole, it didn’t take much force to push his knot inside your body. Not only that but, you were full enough that his cum was already running out of your body.
The two of you sat breathing heavily as you mumbled to him, “Are you..?” you couldn’t even finish your sentence out of exhaustion.
Dante didn’t respond.
You exasperatedly face-planted into the bed, muffling your words, “Oh my god…”
The red devil’s voice was soft and ladened with a thick feeling of remorse as he whispered, “I’m sorry… We can stop if--”
With a loud huff, you turned your head slightly to unmuffle your voice, “Why don’t you just use it?”
“Wait--” Dante stiffened and sat upwards, pulling himself from your body--making you groan loudly, “You mean..?”
“Y-yes,” your hips dropped to lay flat on the bed and you shivered at the feeling of his seed gushing out of your body, “At this point, I don’t care.”
Dante stared down at you for a moment in thought, his cock still standing at full attention. Carefully, he flipped you over to face him and placed his hands flatly on the mattress beside your body, “You don’t know what you are asking me to do-- This will hurt,” admittedly, his cock was aching at you making such a naughty request.
“Dante,” you tiredly set a hand on his cheek, slowly running your thumb over the ridges of his face, “Do it.”
His brow furrowed as he frowned with worry, “But--”
“I want you to fuck me in your Sin Trigger, Dante,” your fingers slid behind the plating on his jaw and pulled slightly, eliciting a groan from the devil, “I want you to break me.”
A low growling came from deep within his chest as he looked down at you, “Last chance to back--”
You roughly pulled him down to meet your lips and forced your tongue into the heat of his mouth. Dante groaned at the feeling of you instigating such a fervorous kiss. The two of you fought for dominance, which Dante won of course; allowing him to explore your cavern freely. Once the two of you broke apart, the devil leaned back and stood up from the mattress.
Before you were even able to lean upwards to see him, a large set of broiling hands yanked you by your ankles to the foot of the bed. You swallowed hard as you felt the same set of grey and red scaled hands pick you up by your middle. Quickly, you wrapped your legs around the un-armored parts of his abs. This caused you to nick the underside of your legs on the large sharp spikes that decorated his thighs--making you hiss in pain.
In all your time being with him--even before you started dating--you had only seen his Sin Trigger a handful of times and that was always at a distance. Now that you are seeing him up close and personal, you were semi-afraid of your larger-than-life lover. His stature was enormous and the snarling growls he made as he moved you around like a toothpick, made you fearfully aroused.
That’s when you felt it.
Although you know Dante warned you, you didn’t really consider exactly how he meant that this would hurt; you, of course, knew that his dick would grow with him, but this was much more than you expected. You gasped at the feeling of his overwhelmingly thick cock head that prodded at your hole, trying to enter your body. Thankfully, there was plenty of Dante’s cum to use as lubrication; otherwise, the devil would have torn through your insides.
You shouted in pain at him trying to shove himself inside, “Fuck!” desperately, you clawed and grabbed at his biceps, “Dante-! Slower, pl-please,” tears had already sprung to the corners of your eyes as you grimaced, trying to relax.
Admittedly, you were worried if he was going to be able to understand you; however, the red devil did slow down as you requested. Relieved at the small amount of control he displayed, you closed your eyes to focus on allowing him inside. He slowly inched his way into your hole, emitting a low rumbling growl the entire time.
All the while, Dante licked at your neck and face in an attempt to apologize. The red devil had no lips to kiss you with, so this was the best that he could manage. His tongue was pleasantly hot and felt like a cat licking you; gently scraping your skin. Although you were overwhelmed by the insurmountable feeling of being stretched out by his cock, you couldn’t help but laugh at the strangly cute action. However, this died down as you suddenly felt a pain start in your lower abdomen.
“Wait--” Dante stopped both the movement of his hips and tongue at your words. Your breathing was heavy as you spoke between breaths, “I can’t take any more in, please…” the red devil had pushed nearly ten inches inside your hole and still had plenty to spare.
He seemed to understand and stood still, allowing you to try to adjust. Distantly, you found yourself worrying about him trying to push too far into you when he finishes but were quickly brought back to reality by the sudden shifting of the red devil.
A loud sharp mixture of a moan and shout left your lips from him sliding out a few inches and pushing back in; moving in slow restrained movements, “Fuck~! Dante, holy sh-shit,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he moved more.
It only took a few minutes for Dante to work up to a brutal pace. Loud and animalistic growls left his body as he fucked up into you, holding you like a living fleshlight--and treating you with the same respect. His fingers had tightened around your middle, bruising it almost instantly. A small amount of blood began to drip from your sides from the pin-prick tips of his claws slicing into your skin. Each one of Dante’s thrusts only made him hunger more for your body; hunger to make you his.
All this in contrast to you; you who was scarcely able to hold on and just continued loudly moan miscellaneous gibberish at the devil. A small amount of drool began to dribble from your mouth as you did your best to stay awake and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You felt Dante begin to heat up, a sign that he was getting close--which he was much hotter than his Regular Trigger, you noted.
Wanting to hold him, you use what little energy you had and leaned forwards. Carefully, you set your hands on his face doing your best to avoid the spikes along his jaw. Upon feeling your small gentle human hands, the devil leaned into you and placed his forehead against yours. Dante growled louder in pleasure at your touch and cocooned you with his wings; holding you even closer. Although it wasn’t clear because of the lack of pupils, you thought he was staring into your eyes--a rather romantic gesture during such a less-than-such fuck fest.
It was swelteringly hot within the bundling grasp of the devil, to the point of you feeling lightheaded. You knew Dante would stop if you passed out so you did your best to push him over the edge by trying to tighten your body--not wanting to have to try again later.
“Dante,” your voice was hoarse, “Please~” you felt him tighten his grip, “I’m all yours, Dante. Plea-ah~” his thrusts became short and ragged, “Just- Gah~ please…”
At this point, Dante was doing everything in his power to not force himself all the way inside you--knowing that you would die. However, all he wanted to do to knot your tight hole--to breed you. Because of this intense focus, he hadn’t noticed that he had his claws sunk nearly an inch into your flesh and had begun to burn your delicate human skin with his scorching scaled palms.
You, admittedly, had noticed but were beyond overstimulated and exhausted; so you didn’t care as long as he hit his climax.
It only took a few more stiff hard jabs before he spilled his hot load. Not really thinking, the red devil sunk his teeth deep into you as he normally would; not thinking of the consequences that this could and would have. Not only were his teeth razor sharp and quite large; the inside of his mouth was scaldingly hot and burnt your skin. The devil’s teeth sunk just shy of an inch deep into the side of your neck--making you suddenly aware of what he just did.
You shouted in both pain and pleasure, “Dante~! That--” you hissed as you sliced your palm on his shoulders, forgetting that he is covered in spikes, “That hurts-- Ah~!” you moaned loudly as you felt him shift his hips a bit.
The red devil just stood there unloading himself into your trembling body. You were full enough that most of his seed ended up on the floor and both of you; however, despite this, the devil made sure to stay inside you. He thunderously purred through his bite, making you feel tingly at the strange sensation. Admittedly, you were on cloud nine and the rumbling sensation only added to the intense overstimulation caused by your lover.
The two of you stood for several minutes as Dante slowly ground himself against you, still fighting the urge to push further into your delightfully full hole; the hole that belonged to him. His wings slowly unfurled from around you and his grip slowly loosened; removing his claws from your skin. You were on the verge of unconsciousness as you felt him shift once more; this time, however, it was because he was slowly backing out of his Sin Trigger--moving to his Regular Trigger.
A low groan left your pursed lips as you felt him remove his cock with an audible pop. You shivered as you felt a sudden wetness drip down your legs; accompanied by the feeling of being both too full and uncomfortably empty. The next thing he did was release his vice grip of a bite.
There were thick lines of his spit mixed with your blood that strung between your flesh and him as he slowly removed himself from you tender neck. Still coming down from his high, Dante had a wide smile as he gently set you down on a clean section of the bed. Looking down at your disheveled form, he wiped the blood from his mouth with a large proud smirk. You were relatively out of it at this point; wanting nothing more than to sleep--not caring about how messy everything was or how much loving pain you were in. The red devil placed a gentle kiss on your forehead due to a warm overly-sappy lovey feeling beginning to fill his chest.
It wasn’t until he saw blood begin to quickly pool on the sheets below your neck that he began to realize the gravity of the situation. Although it wasn’t uncommon for you to end up with some bleeding marks during the last few weeks; the bite from this session was much deeper and had larger holes than normal. Without thinking, the fiery devil placed one of his palms on your neck to cauterize the wound shut.
Which pulled you right back to reality with a loud shout, “Fuck! Dante!” you tried to pull away from his palm.
With a small huff, Dante used his other hand to brace the opposing side of your neck and held you in place. After a few painfully long minutes, the devil removed his hand. A strained grunt left his lips as he returned to his human form, now just as exhausted as you.
You were breathing heavily and had tear streaks running down your face, “Why..?”
He sighed and gently placed his head against your chest as he mumbled, “You were bleeding too much…”
A small agreeing, “Ah,” is all you could manage to say.
Admittedly, it was a good thing you were semi-delirious; otherwise, you would have shared in Dante’s worry. If he had bit down just a little further through your soft neck, the red devil would have bitten through your jugular and killed you. The two of you would have to figure out a safer way for him to use that side of him; if you want him to use it at all.
Before the two of you could discuss it, a small gentle snore caught Dante’s attention. You were already fast asleep. The devil stood up with a small shake of his head and a large toothy smile as he made his way to get some cleaning and medical supplies.
Surely you were going to be angry about how much your neck--and the rest of your body--hurt from today; however, that is for future Dante to worry about. All he wanted to do right now was clean you up and curl up close to you. You, his partner, lover, mate; his everything.
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Ending Notes:
Hope y'all enjoyed this even though it's kinda short. The next story will most likely be a fluffy (not angsty) Vergil fic; so stay tuned lmao
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You were my first request and I didn't know how to do it and I accidentally deleted it I'm sorry 😔 This is for you👌
Dante x GN reader
since some of you guys don't read sh*t
Dante is Jealous
You and Dante had been close friends for a few years now But I think this is the first time you two have actual done something normal for once.you two had always been off hunting and killing off demons together was the Closes thing we've done together to bonding
Eating Pizza together doesn't really count
You two decides to go to a bar near Devil may Cry it was kinda shit bit it's ok causes you were with your best friend that he didn't really come across you
PLUS😏
There were some cute boys all around the bar you Kinda need to get laid sooooo. You sat at the counter and started talking to a tall haired blonde boy with an award winning smile
He almost immediately looked at you with that same beautiful smile you didn't realize Dante had basically vanished even though the place was very small you didn't think much of it though all that matter was you and blue eyes here
He turned to you and smiled. "Hello I've never seen you here" His smile stayed as he talked and a light pink color appeared on his face. "yeah I just caught a glimpse of you and decided to come in" His blush darkened. You had always been a somewhat dominate female to all man that you had been with I guess I can thank Dante for that
"I'm Zoi we can take this back to me house if you want" Damn he fast
You only got a smirk out before you were yanked out by your arm. "What the hell! " You looked toward who pulled you and Saw Dante He quickly pushes you against a wall. "You think im a joke Y/N? " You could feel his democratic Aura as he held your hand tight. "Answer me Kitten" He got closer to your ear and gave a deep growl Making you Blush
This was a first
"I uh was just flirting he seemed cute sooooo" He growled louder Digging his nails into you wrist. "Thats not what I asked you Kitten AM I A JOKE TO YOU? " his words came out so stern it made you a little warm in the cheeks. "N...No sir... " The sir thing was always a joke you'd use in the battlefield to make him feel old but he'd always giggle as if he loved it. A smile appeared on his face at he got closer. "You. Are mine. You are not one else's you will not flirt with ANY male or Female you understand me kitten? " You nodded with a dark pink blush. "Uh... Yes" You were a bit confused when he didn't let you go. "Yes what? " You looked away and he quickly pulled you back. "Yes Sir"
He let you go and gave you a smile Wrapping his arm around your waist. "He couldn't handle you anyway"
Dante x GN Childhood friend reader headcanons?(childhood friends in the canonverse I mean)
yea sure :)
Dante x GN!Childhood friend!Reader headcannons
WARNING: Major plot spoilers!
-You two likely met when you were very, very little, either from school or by accident as you wandered onto Sparda's property without realizing it.
-Dante took an instant liking to you, more than his brother, and even more than his mother, which doesn't seem possible given how sweet and caring she was to you.
-You frequently went out to play together, chased bugs, picked flowers, and often terrorized Vergil together. Sometimes, Eva and Sparda would invite you over for dinner, and even rarer, your parents would tag along.
-Everyone was happy and life was grand until the demons attacked and Eva died, with Dante supposedly dead and Vergil missing. No one knew what became of Sparda, and so, your happiness was shattered.
-For years, you mourned the loss of your best friend, but with time and support from your family, you managed to move on, make new friends, and grow up.
-Then you saw his face in the news one day as a report about all the damage this "destructive demon hunter" was causing after one particularly flashy stunt.
-The moment you saw him, you knew, even though he looked different, despite everything that everyone told you, that was your buddy. That was Dante, and you had to go see him.
-You were at Devil May Cry in a matter of minutes, having run so fast some pedestrians thought you were late to an appointment. In a way, you were late; late to a reunion that should have happened years ago.
-Dante didn't remember who you were at first, but all you had to do to jog his memory was to introduce yourself, a tinge of nostalgic childishness unintentionally seeping into your voice.
-After hugging for a while and exchanging your life's stories, Dante asked you to join him in his quest to hunt demons, and of course, despite having no knowledge or combat skills whatsoever, you agreed. You figured you could pick up stuff as you went.
-From that point onward, you two were inseparable. No amount of convincing from parents, friends, or distant relatives that you had a fondness for could get you to go back on your word. You had lost Dante for years, now was your chance to make up for all that time.
-Dante had his fair share of family struggles too, such as losing Vergil again when he jumped off the Temen Ni-Gru, just to name one painful incident. He also fought with debt, which you tried your best to save him from.
-Of course, you couldn't fix his life completely, but you didn't really feel like you needed to. Dante was your bestie, your bro, your homie, your—whatever you wanted to call him. He was just fine the way he was, pizza addiction and everything.
-And he felt the same way about you, even if you did pick up all these new traits and quirks he didn't remember you having before.
Um, hi! Happy belated New Year! Can you please write NSFW headcanons about the Sparda twins finding out about their male(or female if you prefer) s/o being an incubus/succubus who attracts unwanted admirers unintentionally?
Thank you! Happy belated New Year to you too!
Sparda twins x GN!Succubus!Reader headcannons
¤ Dante ¤
-Dante can be territorial at times, like a dog or perhaps a wolf but he isn't madly possessive or anything.
-Sure, he won't like how much attention you're getting or how annoyingly persistent these admirers of yours can be, but he won't interfere unless they seem to pose a threat.
-In the event that they do intend to cause you trouble, Dante slides in, makes some friendly chat, insults them to their face (in some cases, he insults them casually) and then runs off with your hand in his.
-Sometimes your admirers chase after you, not realizing who he is. Sometimes the safety on Ebony and Irony falls off and they get shot in the face.
-When people start calling you, Dante makes it a point to answer the phone every time and after messing with them for a while, deliver a backhanded comment and hang up. Then they don't call again.
-Despite how relaxed he appears to be, he really doesn't like the idea of you lending your "services" to anyone other than him. If it's "flesh" you need, he's got plenty.
■ Vergil ■
-Vergil is maaaad.
-He hates them all, all those stupid humans who won't stop looking at you, ogling you like you're nothing but a piece of meat. It's disgusting, it disgusts him!
-He's about ready to chop off all their heads on the spot, but he doesn't want to upset you, so he holds back.
-When your admirers start to get closer, he starts to get angrier, which means his face gets redder, and before long, steam is practically coming out of his ears.
-You have to drag him away from the scene or he will remain there, still as a statue, glaring down those who would dare to think they even had a chance with you.
-He has a strong distaste for succubus activity, insisting he can provide everything you need, but deep down, he knows he can't keep this up forever, or you will quite literally drain him dry, resulting in death.
