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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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DECEMBER DRABBLE — 2. Angel Reyes 🌨️

A/N: gif belongs to [user: @pedropcl] now it seems like it’s next to impossible to find decent gifs through the gif search up here especially when it comes to this man. S/o to google this time around! Anyways here I am writing for another angel but the main angel? That I usually write for lol. For once it’s nothing too serious—well kinda…and might actually fit into the drabble category. Let’s pat myself on the back…maybe. I write my AN’s before I actually write the content 😬

S/N: decided to add Dante Torres from Chicago PD into the mix because I have a crush on Benjamin levy Aguilar and loved him in that Netflix series with Veronica mars (she’ll always be Veronica mars sorry y’all lol) and there’s no content on him. He’s only mentioned in this so don’t attack me too much if you read this and I’m new to the Chicago PD series and his character which is why I didn’t write any scenes specifically with him.

Prompt: #24. “Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree.” + #16. “We can’t put this photo in our Christmas card.”

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Angel didn’t like what he was seeing when he pulled up to his house that weekend. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions but he recognized the car that passed him by before he parked his bike next to your car in the driveway. He wasn’t late so he didn’t know why someone else was pulling up to his house uninvited.

And he had something to say about it.

“Yo!” Angel called into the house as he dropped his keys into the dish by the front door.

He stepped into the living room to see you swaying in front of the Christmas tree, joint attached to your full lips. Angel almost got distracted by the way your ass filled out those gym pants but he was on a mission. Then he picked up on the music full of Afro-Beats, which meant you were in a good mood and something inside of him provoked him to disrupt that.

Angel licked his bottom lip, getting one last look before he lightly touched your upper back to get your attention. And what did he do that for? You slightly jumped and spun to aim a high kick at your attacker, who you didnt recognize as Angel at the start.

Thankfully he dodged your long leg and called out to you, “whoa! Aye, querida. Relax! It’s just me.”

“Angel?! What are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” You muttered around the joint as you exhaled.

Angel sucked his teeth, “I called out to you as soon as walked in the door.”

“I’m having a jam session right now, you know I don’t hear nothing when I’m dancing.” You wiggled your hips and held out the joint to the man who plucked it from your hands.

He took a hit and deeply exhaled as you carried on, spinning around him while he lightly shook his head.

It was time to get down to business.

“Whatchu do all day? Have anybody over?”

“Mmm nope. Spent the day doing a wash and go, listening to music, and putting the tree up. Now I get to relax.” You told your boyfriend while you continued dancing.

Angel called out to alexa to stop the music, shutting it off much to your annoyance. You held your hands out silently asking what he did that for and awaited a response from the party crasher.

“I saw a car on my way coming in. The same car that pulled up to the club once before…you know anything about that?”

Why would you? Your poked your head out in confusion and rolled your hands, “just spit it out already Angel, you’re getting on my nerves trying to play the accusing game.”

“Are you cheating on me with that egghead oink oink motherfucker? D’Angelo?”

A laugh couldn’t help but to burst out at Angel’s description but the look on his face was anything but humor.

“You mean Dante?” You asked, turning back to the couch in search of the remote.

Angel waved his hand around, still holding onto your joint, “whatever his name is. Are you sleeping with him?”

“I don’t cheat on people I claim to love. I don’t move like that and you know it so stop insulting me.” A heated stare went his way and Angel felt himself having to take a deep breath.

Of course he knew that. That was his own insecurities and previous actions getting in the way. He knew you were solid and would never, you already warned him if that’s something he did or even thought about when it came to your relationship then it was automatically a wrap. You had such power about you, like it seemed like nothing could hurt you, like you were invincible and it was incredible to watch. Angel didn’t want to be the one to fuck with that, not purposely.

And he really did care for you, which is why he didn’t want to believe that you could cheat on him. However he knew that you could just get up and leave whenever you wanted and that thought alone scared him. He never felt that way more than once before.

You didn’t need him and he knew that. Yet you still showed him love in a way that he wasn’t used to. You were patient but firm, which is why you weren’t raising your voice at his foolish accusations.

“I—I’m sorry but he was here right? I’m not completely bugging, I know that much.”

Plopping down on the edge of the couch you waved the remote around as you briefly thought about it, “…yeah he was. He stopped by for a minute, he didn’t come in out of respect for me.”

Angel huffed, “respect for you? What about me? He don’t pay no bills around here, he should be asking my permission to be anywhere near you.”

Sighing you said, “he doesn’t need your ‘permission’ to be around me. He’s my friend and been my friend since we were teens. Also you don’t know if he was here because of whatever case he’s working on and before you get paranoid it has nothing to do with you or the club. I would let you know that. Do you see me on your dick about the bartenders you used to mess around with? Now no. So stop your bitching and lift me up so I can put the star on the tree.”

Angel took a long drag from the joint at your words. He didn’t know who you thought you were talking to but he liked it.

“Why don’t you call the egghead back over here and he could do the work,” Angel mocked, “you already put the tree up without me.”

“You told me it was fine! Every time we planned to do it during the weekend you got called into the club. I asked you not once but thrice so don’t start, angel.” You scowled, getting to your feet and pulling your gym pants further up your waist.

Sighing Angel leaned over you, placing the joint into the dish to hold for him. He stood in front of you who peered up at him with raised brows. His hands massaged the sides of your neck before trailing up to rest against your cheeks, his hands were always rough but cool thanks to the rings that decorated his fingers.

“Love you lots you know,” he started, making you roll your eyes, “no for real, listen I do. It’s just that im fully aware I got the full package here and I don’t want nobody getting in between that. Especially no fed that your friends with…I dunno what it is with you and my fucken brother being friends with the opps.”

You sent a jab to the man’s abdomen who winced as you said, “don’t talk about franky like that, you know that’s family.”

“Oh shit, I keep forgetting.”

“Yeah, I don’t see why after everything he’s done.”

Angel made a chirping movement with his hand and stepped back before you could fight him some more, “don’t expect me to be friendly with egghead Da Vinci either.”

“I don’t think he wants to be your friend anyways.” You answered, making Angel furrow his brows as he began removing his vest.

He tossed it on the couch as he exasperates, “why? What his ass say? I’ll fuck him up.”

Laughing to yourself you shook your head, not instigating anything further. You knew Dante scooped Angel out because he cared about your well-being and didn’t think the man was good enough for you. It was always like that when you started dating but Dante also knew you would do whatever you felt like doing no matter what someone had to say.

You always had a mind of your own.

Yet Dante Torres was diligent and rebellious and and that didn’t change when it came to you, his best friend.

Dante also knew the boundaries he had to respect out of the sake your relationship but that didn’t mean he had to like Angel Reyes. At the end of the day he had a job to do and when he was ready he could take down the whole club if he really wanted to. However he was leaving to Chicago for a couple of weeks and he just knew something would go down without him even prying.

“And then you’ll be in jail for assaulting a cop and that’s a hard charge to get out of.” You let out a low-whistle, remembering a family member who took that route in his early twenties and just got out at the age of thirty-four last year.

Angel scoffed but said nothing more not wanting to waste anymore breath on some guy that didn’t matter to him. Instead he searched the empty box for the crown that was your star for the tree and held it in between his teeth. While he did that you decided to turn the music back on, just in time for Angel to grip you by the waist to face him. He then pulled you around to be in front of him, you glancing back at him in question as he motioned for you.

“You know what to do, spread ‘em.”

“Ask nicely.”

Angel gave you a look making you laugh as you got into a jumping Jack pose without the jumping. Angel fixed the crown back between his lips before he crouched down in between your legs. Once his neck was in between your legs, he kept a tight grip on your legs before he lifted you up into the air.

“So this is what it’s like being seven feet tall?” You asked as Angel carried you over to the tree.

Reaching downwards you gently took the crown from his mouth and reached upwards. Angel’s hands tightened on your upper thighs as he leaned towards the tree more, eyeing as you slipped the crown right on top of the very decorative tree.

“Tree looks nice as fuck, Querida. How long it take you?” Angel used one hand to touch one the rose gold ribbons you had wrapped in it.

“Thank you, baby.” You beamed, knuckles now pressed into your hips as you admired your work, “I actually started on Friday, getting everything from the basement, mom came over on Saturday then she pissed me off trying to dictate how it should look as if she didn’t decorate her tree and my sister’s tree already. And I just finished today. It’s perfect.”

Angel chuckled to himself. He knew how your mom could be, she was a interior decorator herself so it only made since that she wanted to take over the whole process. Now angel was really kicking himself from missing out on this, you lost your cool whenever it came to your mom despite the love you had for her. Yet your mother is very stubborn and sensitive wrapped into one. He tried to question how your dad handled a woman like her but he knew your dad wasn’t rocking with him like that.

“Ah it is.” Angel began to crouch, making you grip for something as he began to do some squats.

“This what we doing?”

“I missed the entire weekend to work out, let me have this. Count for me?” Angel encouraged while you held on tighter.

The man slowly took working out seriously through persuasion of you. Also working as a phlebotomist encouraged you to take not only your health but others around you seriously. You always found health class and physiology interesting so it was no surprise to your family and friends that you got into this field.

And so you did, getting to fifty before Angel decided to call it quits.

“You did great,” you mentioned as Angel took the time to focus on slowing his breathing.

Once he did, he lowered you down to the ground with a nice slap to your ass of course.

“Thanks for being my weight and letting me in between those thighs.”

“Oh, shut up.” You playfully shoved the man, who laughed yanking you to his slightly sweaty frame to pepper your face with kisses.

Later…Angel sat at the kitchen table, eating the Sunday dinner you prepared while your eyes went over a series of photos on your laptop.

“Angel, what is this?”

Angel stopped chewing the lamb and peered over at you, “what?”

“Why did you move these into the possible Christmas card options?” You spun the laptop around to face the dark haired man who smirked at the image.

Angel continued eating, “What’s wrong with it?”

“Angel…” you exhaled and rested your fingertips against your forehead, “Our reenactment of Janet Jackson’s rolling stone cover and her ex husband with your hands on my breasts and you in a Santa hat is not appropriate to send to my granny or my parents. We can’t put this photo in our Christmas card.”

Angel shrugged his shoulders, “why not, it’s art? It’s Christmas, it’s supposed to be happy.”

“Would you like me sending this to pop?” You quizzed.

Angel pretended to think about it, “he wouldn’t keep it anyways and would probably call me up to yell at me about it. I’d love to see the look on his face though. We look sexy, what’s the problem?”

“These were for our eyes only. For fun.”

“Which is what Christmas is all about.”

“I thought it was about celebrating the birth of Jesus?”

“Fuck if I know, I was raised catholic.”

Your eyes instantly went to Angel’s who met your stare. He laughed to himself, “I know how that sounds, be quiet.”

Grabbing the computer back you shook your head at the unbelievable man. Scrunching up your nose, you lifted your glasses further up the bridge of your nose as you clicked onto the next set of photos.

Angel licked his fingers, finishing off his food before he patted his belly. “Here’s an idea, why don’t you send that one to your old homeboy? Maybe he’ll get the message to stop coming around when I’m not here.”

“I’m not doing that to feed your ego.” You easily responded, eyes trained on your screen.

Angel got up from the table to place his items into the sink. He actually took the time to wash them to place into the rack. Once finished he walked over to you, leaning over to see what other photos you were looking at. You took a good thirty photos together so there had to be something in there that was satisfactory in your eyes.

He didn’t really care to be honest, “Whatever you pick will be cute as shit that your granny will keep pushing for us to give her a great-grand baby.”

Almost gagging you shuddered at the thought. Being pregnant terrified you, sure babies were cute and everything but the whole process of carrying and actually giving birth did not sound like a 10/10. You’ve watched enough horror stories and heard enough horror stories to know that’s not exactly what you wanted right now. Or ever? Of course that could always change but the full discussion of children with Angel made you uneasy.

He already had a son and previously lost a son, which didn’t sit right with you, however it was none of your business. Although, you didn’t exactly enjoy the idea of possibly raising a child with a man that was hardly there…but that was not a conversation that you wanted to have tonight.

If Angel picked up on this, he chose not to say anything about it when you know he could have. Instead he just placed a kiss on your temple, his beard briefly scratching at your skin before he left your side, saying he was off to take a shower and leave you alone with your final decisions.

Continue along with my anthology December prompts here.

#mayans mc fx #mayans mc s4 #mayans mc x reader #Angel Reyes #angel reyes x black!reader #Ez Reyes #felipe reyes #clayton cardenas #dante torres #Dante Torres x reader #chicago pd #chicago pd x reader #december dialogue list #december prompts #winter prompts #winter dialogue list #queued

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corvidcircus · 1 year

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A little birdie told me you're open for some requests, so here's some timeless classic: DMC boys with half-angel reader! Haven't seen those in a looooong while, and I'm a sucker for the whole angel-demon dynamic. Just please don't make them crystal pure saint, sheepish type. I'd much rather have reader to be fun, with zeal for adventure, some warrior spirit and good sense of humor, but still very kind.

It's all up to you though! Hope your muse will respond soon and thanks in advance <3

Anon, you have opened a very large can if worms for me, I thank you.

There will be several parts of this as I have so many thoughts about this; but we're gonna start with some bullet points so you aren't waiting a month.

The Basics

(i think) angels in the DMC universe are similar to the angels in bayonetta

that none of them are the classic 'fair-skinned pretty woman with white wings'

angels are messengers of God, sure, but they are also warriors

i'll expand on this in another post, bc it's nephilim time baybee

angel hybrids, like, demonic hybrids, are very disliked by both demonic and angelic beings

i think theyres only a couple of angels that would a. have enough contact with humans to have offspring and b. would be humanoid enough that people wouldn't go blind or insane upon meeting one

so nephilim come in three flavors, messenger, watcher, and guardian

messenger nephilim are the offspring of angels sent to the human world to deliver information, and then return to the celestial world

watcher nephilim come from angels stationed in the human world that report goings on, but rarely intervene (but are OP when they're allowed to)

guardian nephilim are related to the angels who act as warriors, and are therefore, very powerful fighters who enter and exit the human world as they please (also includes archangels)

nephilim inherit traits from their angel parent, some abilities, some physical features, but they always inherit the free will of their human parent

The Sparda Twins

Dante

boi never believed in angels before he met you

was a little annoyed at first, because, why the fuck haven't they been helping?

did they not notice the demon world opening? or the massive blood-sucking tree?

would likely end up with a watcher or guardian nephilim, based on his lifestyle

almost got bisected the first time you fought demons with him, he was way too busy watching you kick ass to be fighting efficiently

would be confused, and then jokingly offended if a demon went after you first

truthfully it worries him, asks nico about a way to hide your angelic nature from demons and angels

would understand if you didn't want to join DMC, he gets the gig isn't for everyone

amazed by any angelic features you have, treats them with utmost care

angel puns for days

"did it hurt when you fell from heaven, babe?" "i was born here dipshit"

calls you angel based names to tease you

loves your sass, entirely encourages it

if you have wings, will fly with you in sin form

is a very fun teacher, but it could take a while to get there

lets you beat him at sparring most of the time. he doesn't think you know. you know.

very proud of your strength

"this is my S/O. they can kick your ass. they can kick my ass. it's amazing."

Vergil

guardian nephilim all the way

seems rather hostile toward you at first, like, more than the usual level

(eventually admits that it's because your existence proves angels chose to let the day of the fire, and everything it led to, happen the way it did)

you may meet by fighting him, or fighting with him

it'll take a while for him to accept what he feels for you, so much so that you might have to make the first move

secretly likes that you don't just back down immediately if he challenges you

obviously intrigued by your skill as a warrior, and doubly so by any angelic ability you have

has many questions about angels and the celestial world

un-ironically calls you angel, seraph, and other names

would be quite confused as to why you would not want to kill demons as a profession

would be actively offended if a demon chose to attack you first

sees it as an attack on his mate, and his pride as a Son of Sparda

might look into the arcane arts to keep you off the radar of angels if you worry

trains with you, don't expect him to hold back in fighting or critique, but is a very fair teacher

enjoys the vicious streak you show while protecting others

will do anything for you, but knows you are kind and smart enough not to make him

values your council, especially when you help him realize he's being foolish

absolutely fascinated by whatever angelic features you have, treats them with care

"my angel can and will destroy you."

#devil may cry #vergil #dante #dante x reader #vergil x reader #dmc headcanons #my writing #request #the author talks too much #angels #nephilim #half-angel!reader #angelic!reader #gn!reader #this was so much fun #nero and v to come

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cerezzzita · 2 years

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Half angel reader? BET! I like to think they have the same/similar power buffs as Dante (accelerated healing, strength, ect) but would they have an equivalent to Devil Trigger? Would could they turn into? Also which basis of angels would like to use? Like the scary biblical angels, the pretty ones in old art, or based in a game that has angels (my mind goes straight to Bayonetta and its lore)

Notes: *bayonetta's voice* Morning! Yeah, that's me finally answering this, um, request? It is more like an headcanons post, so here I brought y'all some headcanons of my own of what and how angels/half-angels would be in DMC Universe. It took me, at least, months and months of researching because goddamnit- it doesn't looks like, but angels have so many informations about them from Christian to Abrahamic religions, yet I think most of my hcs here came from Christian concept with a mix of DMC Universe, I think. I hope I don't offend anyone with this, btw.

So! Let's rock! Thank you for requesting and enjoy the experience as much as you can! (Again, this is more of an general hcs post, I'm just adding this 4Dante gif bcs it's somewhat I aimed to, y'know, relate + I love 4Dante with all my strength <3)

✦ Sidenote/To start off: Angels in the Devil May Cry universe do not "exist", they're treated like mythological beings and are mentioned throughout the whole series frequently. The DMC wiki suggests that demons once were angels, then there's The Fallen on DMC3 whose appearance is very angel-like and their description says they were in Heaven once. There's also The Seven Deadly Sins — said explicitly that they fell from celestial grace — Lucia's DT, the Angelo Knights (although they're demons but "Angelo" is the Italian word to angel, anyways you got the deal) and many more. I personally believe something happened to them, like, all of them fell and turned into demons, they're hiding somewhere or they were purely extinct… Also, this post is an open-one, that means y'all can reblog and add another headcanons of your own as much as you want!

These celestial creatures and their descendants match with the demons in general abilities such as superhuman strength, speed and durability, healing regeneration, and elemental control. However, there are facts that differentiate them from the infernal creatures, and they are:

Mortals faithfully believe that angels are humanoid beings of ethereal beauty with a singular and grandiose pair of wings. Depending on their placement in the angelic hierarchy, they range from human-like bodies to the most animalistic ones, and those that are "equal" in having a human shape are indeed heavenly beautiful. As for their wings, an angel can have one or more pairs of wings — again, all according to their position in the Celestial Spheres.

Contrasting with the demons' dark color palette, they have a more loaded palette of light tones such as white, blue and gold and in certain cases, brown. In their Angel Trigger, their bodies may or may not evolve further from their humanoid and animal-like molds with a kind of armor made of angelic stone that makes the most "human" angels vary between female and/or male silhouettes, their halos are on display and their faces take on a texture similar to a marble sculpture and do not move as they speak and express emotions; they're also able to control elements such as fire — restricted only to seraphim —, lightning, nature and ice.

As stated before, their ATs are usually able or not to evolve their basic bodies. For example: the cherubim are large and leonine, when they have the Angel Trigger activated, they become a triple combination of angel, eagle, a human head and four pairs of wings of divergent sizes. Seraphim, with a body that merely resembles a human one and with elements of fire for their clothing, become extensive flaming serpentine figures with six pairs of wings.

Angels are literally cold-blooded. Their natural icy blood differs from the warm blood of demons so they can withstand the lower temperatures of high reliefs, cold weather environments, and Heaven itself. Still, it's not a total benefit to the hybrids as thanks to their human half, they constantly need to be warmed up when exposed to these low temperatures for too long.

The halo of angels is made of light and a part of their soul, as it is what carries their identity according to their function in their respective Celestial Sphere, going from the most detailed to superior positions — seraphim, cherubim, thrones — to the simplest for lower positions — principalities, archangels, common angels. Halos, when exposed, can make the angel vulnerable to greater amounts of damage and in extreme cases on a battle, lead them to death.

All hybrids have only one pair of wings, regardless of which angel they descend from. They can measure between 5 to 8 meters in length and the color of their feathers can be entirely white or have brown, golden, silvery or bluish shades. Although they can be summoned at will, they only appear when a hybrid "matures" — around fourteen or fifteen years old —. It's not a pleasant process, the wings don't magically appear, they literally rip the flesh off the back and break some rib bones. Due to the high amount of damage, not all hybrids survive during the appearance of the wings, and those that have resisted the pain are able to regenerate in around two to three hours.

The term used to designate the hybrids, "Nephilim", is extremely offensive since its concept comes from the fallen and impure angels who failed to hide their children from the supreme forces of Heaven. It also refers to the infernal giants that, by their angelic reminiscent appearance, were associated with the heavenly creatures. "Nephilim" is commonly used by demons as a way of offending and despising their children, a remembrance to the angels' hypocrisy.

Angels and Demons cannot touch each other when using their powers or activating their Triggers during battle. This is also valid for half-angels and half-demons. Once their opposing essences collide, accidentally or not, the sensation will be the same as having been fatally burned, the place hit will present purple and/or blue veins with a golden energy for the angels and another fuchsia for the demons.

ꗃ special tagging: @tefimaysimp @aldryrththerainbowheart

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theanimekid · 2 years

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Angels

In Punk

Attire

#dmc nero #bayonetta 3 #bayonetta #dmc x reader #dmc vergil #dmc 5 #dmc fanart #dmc 4 #cmd x bayonetta crossover #dmc x bayonetta crossover #The crossover I always wanted #My Punk Angels #dmc dante #dmc anime #dmc v #bayonetta 2

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saotoru · 1 year

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how they eat it

dante, nero, vergil x fem reader

tw cum eating

dante

dante is sloppy. he likes it filthy and messy. the sight of your sticky cunt covered with his cum drives him so fucking feral that he lowers his mouth onto you and laps it up, moaning at how good you both taste. he knows you’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, overstimulated by the way you squeal his name and pull on his hair, but dante doesn’t care. he needs to feel you cum on his face. he wants it so bad that he whines into your cunt, slipping two fingers inside you while his lips wrap around your clit, the sensitivity bringing you close to another orgasm.

“fuck, you taste so good, angel… tastes so good when you’re covered in me. cmon princess, squirt for me, please make a mess on me…”

a hand comes to press down on your lower abdomen and that’s enough to send you hurtling over the edge, all the pressure building up finally releasing. you shake violently while dante fucks you through your orgasm, but he’s got you, licking up all you have to offer. he pulls back for a moment to admire your pussy glistening with saliva, cum, and squirt, smoothing his hands over your thighs. “good job, pretty girl… give me another one, yeah?”

nero

nero is sweet, so gentle that it’s almost teasing. he’s nervous peeling off your panties to admire your pretty pussy, shiny with arousal. he’s so awestruck that he forgets he’s just staring and his warm breath tickles, making you close your thighs instinctively, a bit shyly.

“no, no,” he says as he gently pries your legs open once more. his eyes meet yours. “you’re so gorgeous.”

“nero…”

the whine in your voice is so cute that nero just can’t help but give you what you want. he presses a kiss at the junction of your thigh, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your knees. “i know, baby.”

he loves to kiss everywhere first, softly, over both thighs and all over your pussy. he wants to show you how much you mean to him. it makes you squirm in anticipation with how slow he’s being, how ticklish his lips feel, that you almost whine again before finally feeling him press a long kiss to your clit. nero rewards you for your patience by making out with your sensitive clit, the moans it earns him spurring him on, his tongue parting your folds. he can’t get enough of your reaction, entranced by the way your hips twitch with every flick of his tongue. you’re so cute when you grind yourself against his face like this, that he can’t help but hump into the mattress, getting himself off to being used to make you cum.

vergil

vergil is actually feral. for someone who prides himself on composure and self control, he’s rough when he eats you out. he can’t help it. his burning desire to taste you is so overwhelming that all he can do is shove his face further into your pussy. he grips the soft flesh of your thighs hard and pins them to the bed, leaving you unable to squirm away from his relentless tongue. it’s too much, your clit still sore from your third orgasm but vergil isn’t done. he needs more. “your taste…” his voice is a growl, borderline inhuman. “it’s driving me insane.”

the nails digging into the flesh of your thighs become sharper, and you realize that he’s close to dting. the realization has your legs accidentally clamping around his head but vergil growls, large hands forcing you open and holding you still.

“enough. take it.”

you can’t interrupt him, not when he’s like this, not when he needs to have his fill of you. he mouths at your pussy, pressing his face into you as much as he can. slick coats his face, tongue, nose, everywhere, filling his senses with you, but it’s still not enough. he gives your clit a rough, hard lick, pleased how you writhe and whine beneath him. vergil loves how vulnerable and pliant you are, letting him make you cum again and again until he’s satisfied.

#i forgor how to write #LOOK AWAY #plz do not perceive this #dmc x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader #idgaf if this even shows up in the tags lol #I just needed to post this so I can stop re editing it lmfao #i still hate it and am not happy w it LMAOO

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myvampyrez · 2 months

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So excited to see a new DMC writer on Tumblr 🎉🎉 could I request just some domestic headcanons with Dante?

domestic dante hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

dante (devil may cry) x reader

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thank you for this req!! saw the lack of dmc fics and decided to just make some myself lol. hope you guys enjoy my stuff 💕

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few curse words? just lots of fluff mainly

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❥ oh my gosh please take care of DANTE because he honestly neglects himself and his place

❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine you and dante doing dishes—an activity he absolutely hates—while you tell him all the gossip you find out

❥ he simply gasps and ‘ooh’s at everything, mouth occasionally dropping open at certain scandals

❥ he’s literally the perfect person to gossip with

❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine running your hands through dante’s hair as you lather the shampoo, the suds tinted a dark red and brown from all the blood and grime of his job as he throws his head back with a groan

❥ whatever you do, DON’T imagine dante placing his hands on your waist as he tugs you closer to him, feet coming down from their resting spot on the desk so you could stand between his legs as he looks up at you with gazing blue eyes

❥ i am feral oh my goodness

❥ and definitely don’t imagine tending to the bruises and scrapes that he comes home with

❥ even though dante’s body perfectly capable of healing itself, he loves when you baby him

❥ because he’s at work a lot or is tryna pay off his bills, he loves just coming home and spending time with you when he can

❥ honestly collapses on the couch (or bed, whichever’s closer) and encourages you to join, face still buried in the pillow as he beckons you over with an open hand

❥ if you wear makeup and fall asleep with it on, dante will try his best to clean it off for you

❥ except he’s like.. rlly bad at it lmfao

❥ but the thoughts there!! he’s trying his best 💔💔

❥ the type of guy to call you the cheesiest nicknames tho

❥ like.. babycakes? really 😭?

❥ also gives light swats at your ass if you bend over, i’m sorry but it’s true

❥ likes touching you with at least some part of his body, if you sleep then your legs gotta lock or if you’re on the couch his arms around you

❥ but good luck because this man is a FURNACE

❥ if you have anemia / low iron or like any other condition where you can get pretty cold, this man is your lifeline

❥ read a fic about dante carrying like tons of bags after he spoiled you and went shopping with you despite not even having money to pay bills at the devil may cry and let me just say i am an avid believer of that as well

❥ you’ll literally be walking away from a cute necklace or pair of shoes and then you turn around and think wheres dante?

❥ then you just see him hauling ass towards you as he tries to keep up with all the bags he has in his hands while you spot the small rectangular velvet box in his hands

❥ ugh

❥ i wont him

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DANTE watched as soft snores fell from your parted lips, hair splayed out below you crazily. he knew those would be a bitch to comb out later, but he couldn’t focus on anything else on the fact that the sunlight was hitting you just right, your skin coated in a deep gold as it reflected off your body.

you could’ve told dante you were an angel, and he would’ve believed you in a heartbeat. he’ll admit, he was a sucker for moments like these. even if seemed odd in retrospect, he just enjoyed seeing you so serene.

his eyes flickered around the room, trying to find a way to occupy his brain without waking you up before they finally fell on the black plastic remote that lay under your head.

dante’s hand slowly inched over, fingers almost tip-toeing their way over to you as he touched the remote. he was careful to pull it from under you, tugging it very slightly despite the weight of your head resting on it.

you stirred, making dante’s eyes widen as he paused his movements and bit his lip, even making a point so as to hold his breath. you licked your lips, dry from sleep as your head turned over to the other side of the pillow, sighing as you felt the coolness beneath your face.

dante exhaled in relief, before grabbing the remote and turning the tv off as he made sure to turn the volume down so you wouldn’t awake. even if a few minutes later you did anyways.

your eyelashes fluttered open as you caught dante muttering something at the tv, his eyes glued to some crappy reality tv show as they cut to an interview of a girl on the show. he scowled when he saw her, to which you softly laughed, tone gravelly from the thick coat of sleep still layering your voice. dante turned his head, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he softly shushed you and coaxed you to go back to sleep.

“‘s alright, just go back to sleep baby.”

“can’t really go back to sleep when you’re shit-talking the contestants, dante.” you smiled at him as he admired you, gazing down upon you as you stretched your limbs and rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, attention turning to the tv.

“what season is this?” you asked. dante’s hand never left your hair as his hands ran through it, careful not to snag on any tangles before responding with a quiet, “three.”

and in that moment when you looked back at him, eyes filled to the brim with nothing but adoration, he could’ve sworn his heart had stopped. dante felt as if the sun favored you, because every time you stepped in it, somehow you looked absolutely ethereal.

yeah, dante thought, he liked these small moments you two shared.

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ohkkotsuu · 9 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. maki zenin

ৎ୭ PAIRING: maki zenin x f!reader (she/her pronouns, afab anatomy)

ৎ୭ ABOUT: having maki as a girlfriend is to be treated like a spoiled princess! nothing but the best for her favorite girl.

ৎ୭ CW/TW: SFW. no-curses au, maki is kind of despised by the zenin clan but she still has A LOT of money, this is like a sugar mommy fantasy im not gonna lie but with TONS of affection and no sex. reader is the daughter of a lesser family. everyone is around 21-26. reader is not exactly a bimbo, but i wrote that thinking about a bimbo-way of acting. this is kinda of nonsensey?

ৎ୭ A/N: english is not my first language and I wanted to write about Maki buying stuff to her gf. this is my first time posting anything I write, im sorry!! i hope you like it.

MAKI is used to disobeying zenin clan's orders. she owes them nothing, and never will. despite her insistence on breaking the rules, they refuse to let her out of the gilded cage that is this family. so she makes things difficult for them.

she thought things couldn't really get good. that even with her eternal struggle, she would still be forever subjected to a putrid rockbottom with no escape. no light, no guiding star. there's when you show up.

the first time she sees you is at a diamond viewing party. of course, a jewel auction for the three clans to squander their wealth, but also for the heirs — the real diamonds — to come forward and form bonds. if not for the arranged marriage, then for the fun and drinking. the illusion of choice gleaming in the eyes of those naive ones makes maki's stomach turn.

most heirs are annoying. she has no idea where mai is (and frankly, she couldn't care less), the youngest boy of the kamo clan is being annoying. everyone is completely stressing her out, not realizing it's all lambs heading to the slaughter. in their lives there is no real life or joy. they will enjoy their families' dirty money, but they won't be happy. everyone is pretending everything is fine, and it's getting on maki's nerves.

so, she grabs a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray and leaves the party, her feet leading her to the most secluded place in the house: the garden. only issue is, you had the same idea. sitting on an elegant bench and surrounded by flowers, there's you. it looks like a damn movie scene, she thinks when her heart skips a bit. you don't seem willing to put on a mask to please your family either, if you're sitting on a cold night alone in an elegant garden.

she can see you're trying not to shiver, but the sleeveless dress they've chosen doesn't help against the biting cold. at least the zenin gave her a white (fake) fur coat courtesy. then she walks over, takes the fur off her shoulders and puts it on yours. you look up at her, frowning. you look cute when you frown, she thinks.

“you're going to freeze to death here. keep the coat, I don't need it.” she says simply, sitting beside you without asking. but she didn't need to ask. you were happy.

maki took a sip of champagne, and you took a moment to study her. the black dress hugged her curves and showed off her muscles well. she had an aura of confidence, her hair shorter than most women's. it looked like she'd been through hell and come out stronger. though, you thought, not even Dante could have written such a beautiful, angelic figure.

“so, i'm Maki.” she introduces herself with a smile. you smile back at her. “and you are?”

and that's how it started — the gateway to her paradise.

maki hangs up the phone without a second thought. she doesn't care which idiot wants to marry her. she has everything she needs right here, now, in front of her. she wants to focus on that. you're in an expensive mall coffee shop, finishing your orders when she gets the call. another marriage proposal, another refusal.

“Maki?” your soft voice pull her out of her thoughts. it's like being called by an angel. because that's what you are. her angel. “are you alright?”

“yes, darling, don't worry.” she gives you a reassuring smile and moves her hand to rest over yours on the table. it makes you smile and one day, she swears she's going to combust over your smile. it is the most important smile of her life, the smile she will protect without hesitation. “is the coffee good, angel?”

the petname makes you flustered. you nod, sipping on the coffee. it's the kind of stupidly expensive store, even for a coffee shop. the seats are comfortable and the food is simply delicious. your girlfriend loves to spoil you, after all.

“yes! it's so nice.”

“perfect, dear. do you wanna go to that clothing store after you're done with your food?”

maki can go a little overboard sometimes, but spending money on your favorite things is her way of her showing love. gift giving. moreover, it's an excuse for her to see you trying on nice clothes, feeling good, turning around to show her the extent of the fabric. to her eyes and her eyes only.

the store is so fancy, and has every kind of dress, and it's perfect. she totally let go of her schedule, because no matter how many boring meetings the zenin want her to lead — sitting on a comfortable fancy sofa and watching you twirl in cute dresses is a much better way of spending her time.

“Maki, look! this one is so pretty!” the dress you show her, your favorite color, is amazing on you.

maki is sprawled out in the elegant sofa with light-tone pillows. the whole appearance of the store makes her much more evident, the dark green hair and the black and white laid-back suit make her look powerful. but that's the fun in your dynamic: she's the resting bitch face girlfriend, and you're the one in a cute dress, spending her money like it was your own. because is. all of her is yours.

“yeah. it is.” she smiles softly, raising one of her arms and moving her index finger to call you. “babe, come here. you like this one, right?”

you nod, coming closer. god, you're so pretty, she can't help but think.

her heart is yours, completely in love with all the ways you act. her soul is intertwined with yours, fate decided to bring you together permanently, that's the feeling she has. she is absolutely and completely lost when it comes to you — no one can take her love like you do. and nobody can love her like you do.

maki holds the hem of the dress, feeling the fabric between her hands. she meticulously evaluates, but her biggest focus is on your smile, your happiness — and of course, the dress actually looks great on you. it's a perfect win-win: you look comfortable and pretty.

“so let's take this one too and a couple others. pick whatever you want.” she moves her head to look for an employee. next to your girlfriend, on the same sofa, there is already a pile of dresses of your size. “excuse me, my girlfriend wants to see more dresses like this.”

she says the title with possession, smirking. she grabs one of your hands and bring it close to her mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“anything else you like, angel? buy anything you want. we'll be using my card.”

anything for her favorite girl.

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#❝ teeth rotting ❞#maki zenin x reader #maki x reader #maki x f!reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #maki zenin x you #maki zenin x y/n #x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen maki

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quirklessidiot · 5 months

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title: hell's favorite secretary [sneak peak] pairing : Devil!Ryomen Sukuna x F!Lost soul!reader [based on the webtoon 'the devil is a handsome man', DC Comics "Lucifer", and the book and video game 'Dante's inferno'] Genre: Alternate Universe-Hell, angst, mystery/thriller, mild horror, romance, slow burn, hell au, dark comedy, lost soul x devil au

Summary: The faceless man shrouded in mystery tends to be a subject of rumors and false pretenses, but you'd think otherwise when you accidentally caught sight of those grueling red eyes.

General warning for the story: graphic depictions of heavy gore (manslaughter, mayhem, and torture), and explicit sexual scenes, more will be added per chapter. this will be exclusively released in ao3 in december <3 Notes: after reading a couple of pages of dante's inferno, reading lucifer (the comic book), and the devil is a handsome man, it sort of struck my interest to write this story! this is a pretty long series and im actually so excitied to write this lol.

if you're a person heavily practicing the catholic faith, i won't recommend reading this series as this talks and leans on the devil (i'm not a satanist pls), he's not glorified here in anyways but I do recall people who lean heavily on the faith are not fond of reading any media depictions of the devil.

i hope you enjoy! rb's are always appreciated.

There are possibly hundreds of artworks about the devil.

The most famous one is that snake hanging off the forbidden tree or, better yet, a half-animal and half-human. Others would be an ugly babe falling down from the heavens. The most popular modern one would be the one in red with horns on his head, yet your boss did not resemble any of those impressions. Instead, he wore a three-piece suit and had a hole right in the middle of his face.

Yes, you heard that right.

A hole.

All you could see was an empty void of black nothingness. Nobara had said that Sukuna – yes, the devil went by that name — would never show his face to lost souls like you because, as an angel before, seeing him in his proper form would result in instantaneous combustion.

Despite that good reason, talking to him was still disconcerting. The whole situation remained to be anomalous.

The ringing thoughts about your previous conversation with your workmate replay in your head like a broken record, your eyes trickling on the piles of paperwork across the window that revealed your boss leaning against the table with his usual outfit and pink tufts of hair neatly styled away.

You recalled meeting him for the first time and wondering why he seemed somewhat familiar. You had overtly eyed him up and down. Despite the hole in his face, he had caught on quickly and asked what exactly you were doing. Until now, you couldn’t understand the physics behind how he could even see you and talk.

You purse your lips in deep thought as lines form in the middle of your head. You don’t even feel your boss walking up to you on your desk, “Seems like someone’s head is up in the clouds this morning.” he points out.

You immediately sat up straight, your shoulders squared, “Sukuna, Sir…” you jumped, eyeing him somewhat warily.

Despite how he made you feel, the devil was not exactly a strict boss.

He’s rather lax and did not mind procrastination and passing your work at the last minute as long as you did it well. He works on proper hours, gives vacation and leaves, and an appropriate timetable for lunch breaks.

He’s hard to hate for a being who's been blamed for man’s misfortune since time immemorial.

“Was the long weekend still not enough?”

“I’m not exactly a sloth, Sir,” you mumble to yourself, but he catches onto your words and remains unphased. It's uncharacteristic for you to say anything more to him, but you needed a good starter for this conversation to get on, “...Although, I-uh…I do have a question…You remembered our contract, sir?”

One thing that humans were able to grasp correctly about hell and its king is the contract signing and how the devil gives out favors in exchange for something you truly hold dear. For you, since you’re a lost soul, in exchange for changing your status, you’d give proper work hours and help him capture at least eight hundred itinerants.

You’re running on two hundred and fifty so far.

“Oh?” he leans in closer, “That’s not something we talk about every day.” his body language remains fluid and guileless as if he wanted you to speak your mind more, and it only made your palms sweaty despite the coldness of the room, “Would you like to change some conditions? I am, after all, a fair man.” His voice is crisp and light, a charm that made up for his empty face.

“I- well, I’m going to be frank with you, Sir…” you blink, “I- um,” you start to stammer, and it only makes your stomach do different kinds of flips as your mind conjures up different types of worst-case scenarios. It’s not like you couldn’t become a soul after this, right? You’d only have to wait for a century and try to retain your sanity along with it.

He cocks his head to the side, and if you could paint a face on that void of nothingness, you’d wish it would be kind eyes looking down on you, but this was the devil, the man who was struck down from the heavens for being too ‘arrogant and malicious’. You need to be careful with your words, “I…I need information…” you swallowed, your words tumbling out clumsily.

“Information?” your boss remained relaxed, and you knew it was rather diabolic to even pray for God when you were literally in hell, but you had little to no way of reading him. There’s another round of stifling silence; you only want to melt into a puddle of goo this time.

#jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #jjk sukuna #📝📝.hell's favorite secretary series

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actuallysaiyan · 1 year

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Won't You Kiss Me Once, Baby?(Dmc3!Dante x Fem!Reader)

warnings: mentions of biting, some BDSM components, handcuffing, unprotected sex, mentions of heat/breeding cycle, use of sex toys, muzzling, subby Dante, DMC3!Dante word count: 1.7k pairings: DMC3!Dante x Fem!Reader a/n: this based on @tradgothprompto amazing idea!!! Sorry it took forever and a day to write this, but I promise it's good. I also tag @still-jack-but-am-i-back

You and Dante had met through Lady. She had introduced you two one night while having some drinks at the bar. And from the moment you laid eyes on one another, it was like love at first sight. Dante was completely smitten by you, and he did everything he could that night to flirt with you and try to impress you.

It took him a while to grow to trust you. It scared him a little to have such feelings like this. They were so deep for you and he wanted to be truthful and honest, but he was worried he was going to get rejected. Then when he finally realized you liked him just as much as he liked you, he opened up to you. He told you about his heritage, his family, his fears, his hopes and his dreams. And in turn, you opened up to him as well. You were both so smitten with one another.

As you two grew closer together, so did you grow in terms of intimacy. Dante and you explored many facets of pleasure together, finding out exactly how to please one another so well. Eventually, you had his whole body mapped out just as he did with yours. You were the person to take Dante’s virginity, which he was so grateful for.

Things changed when his first heat hit. And it hit him so hard. You were bruised and exhausted for days afterward. It had been so brutal and so intense, and you hadn’t known how to truly prepare for something like that. Dante didn’t even realize that something like that could affect him. It was all new to him just as it was new to you. So the next time it happened, you made sure to prepare for it. Lots of sports drinks, ice packs and long baths would be the things you’d use to soothe your aches and exhaustion.

With time, you both found a way to deal with his heat comfortably. Except for one factor. Dante had a hard time not marking you up. His teeth just longed to pierce your delicate skin. He needed to make you bleed and have these beautiful purple and blue marks on your neck and chest. He’d bite you almost anywhere.

Eventually you were fed up with this. After one particularly passionate breeding cycle, you found your neck and tits to be so sore from him biting and nipping you too much. And it was much too hard as well. You had bruises and bite marks littering your skin, and the first night after he fucked you, it was so sore.

“Dante,” you started as you walked over to his desk. “You’ve got to stop biting me.”

Dante sits at his desk, his long legs stretched out as he reads one of his dirty magazines. He looks up at you, a sheepish grin on his face. He puts the magazine down to give you his full attention, which makes you happy.

“Awhh, baby, you know I can’t help it.”

You narrowed your eyes, “I know it’s hard for you, but it hurts, baby.”

Dante’s grin falters as you pull down the hem of your shirt to show him the bruises and bite marks from the last breeding cycle. It’s all red, purple and angry looking. While in the moment, he doesn’t realize how hard he’s biting and now he sees he was being too rough.

“Shit…baby, I’m so sorry.” He says, his voice almost a whisper.

He gets up from his desk and he wraps his arms around you. Tenderly, he presses kisses to your wounds and whispers sweet words of love. He feels so guilty for causing all of this. He knows he can’t be this rough, but it becomes so hard to stop himself when he gets started.

“Angel, I am so sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

You spent the whole night wrapped up in his arms, kissed and cuddled. But you knew you needed to make sure it didn’t happen this way the next time. You were going to make sure you were going to be able to handle anything he throws at you.

So you found help at the local sex store. The shopkeeper and you discussed lots of options to bound and potentially gag your super strong boyfriend. But it’s when your eyes fell on the leather and mesh muzzle that you realized how this would play out. You knew this would be the perfect option to keep Dante from hurting you like that. You returned home to Devil May Cry with your purchases carefully tucked under your arm. And you waited with bated breath for the next time Dante would go into heat.

This time, you’d be prepared…

The tell tale signs of his heat were apparent. Dante became clingier, needier and whinier. He even nested, which for him meant making your shared bed even more cozy with added cushions, pillows and blankets. It wouldn’t be long now until he would begin to pounce on you.

As soon as Dante begins pawing at you, you know you have no choice but to react. You lead him into the bedroom, your giggles only turning him on even more. He knew you had bought something to help with the biting, but he didn’t know what it was exactly.

“Baby,” you coo softly. “Get on the bed please.”

Dante doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s quick to hop on the bed, eyes heavy with lust and his hand palming his obvious erection through his pants. He’s so excited now. He’s watching you carefully as you gather your things from under the bed. You begin with the choker with the ring meant for a leash. Gently, you help him get it on his neck. He moans loudly when you fasten it tightly.

“Oh fuck, baby…” he whines.

You help him undress now, and his cock is already so red and leaking. He’s been pent up for a bit now. You know that this will be to both of your benefit if you take charge of the situation.

“Are you going to be a good boy?” you ask as you grab his wrists.

Dante nods frantically as you begin handcuffing him to the bed posts. You’re worried that he may still break them, but you know it’s for your own good to try. Besides, even if he breaks them, he’ll have to take it easy considering he promised he would.

“Need to hear you say it, baby. Use your words.” You tell him, tugging on the ring from his choker slightly.

Dante pants. “I’ll be a good boy. I promise.”

Then once he’s handcuffed and collared, that’s when you present the muzzle to him. The sounds that come from him are so erotic. He’s beyond excited now, and you can tell the heat is hitting him harder now that he’s all bound up.

“Awh, what a good boy you are, Dante.”

Finally you begin the process of putting on the muzzle. His eyes widen when he sees it. He knows better than to oppose it given what happened to you the last time he went into heat. He begins shaking his head though, trying to stop you from doing this even though he knows he can’t.

“Please no, baby. I wanna be able to kiss you.”

You make a big show of considering it before continuing your task of placing the muzzle on him. He howls and whines the whole time, and eventually it all becomes muffled as you place the muzzle on completely. He looks at you, a sad look in his eyes.

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll take it off for a bit so you can kiss me.” You tell him. “And if you’re really really good, you can lick my pussy.”

This makes him perk right up. He’s laying down and he’s watching your every move now. You get up off the bed, making sure to check every handcuff and every little thing so that it’s perfect for your next task.

“My pretty baby, “you coo softly.

You start slowly, grasping his leaking length. You begin to pump him in your hand and he’s just whining and moaning under his muzzle. All the sounds are muffled underneath that pretty muzzle you bought for him.

You pull out the final item, a wand vibrator. There’s a mischievous look in your eyes now as you show it to him. Dante grunts as you turn it on, pressing it to the underside of his cock. This makes him buck up instantly.

“You like that, huh?” you ask him and he’s nodding frantically.

You love the way he’s completely at your mercy now. You know you could have so much fun teasing him, but you won’t do it for much longer. You hold the vibrator to his cock a little longer before laying it on the bed. Then you begin to strip in front of him, making him moan and whine for you even more.

“Shhh, be a good boy. You promised.”

He doesn’t need much more to quiet down, but a few moans and whimpers slip from him as you crawl on top of him. He’s begging you a bit now to take off the muzzle, but you don’t dare do that.

“We had an agreement, baby.” You remind him as you straddle him. A loud groan is heard from him.

His leaking cock prods your little hole before you sink down onto him. You begin riding him, slow and steady. The whole time, Dante is begging and pleading and basically crying now. He sounds so pathetic, you’re not sure you’ve ever heard him sound like this before.

Eventually, you get into a nice rhythm. You’re losing yourself to the pleasure so much that you don’t even realize how the room seems to be getting hotter. And the red sparks that are flashing in the air, you barely pay them any mind. But it’s the sudden sound of metal clinking that catches your attention. It’s much too late now though.

Crack…ripppppp!

Suddenly, you’re on your back and Dante is hovering over you. His eyes glow red and his fangs seem even more piercing than usual. This is when you realize that you might have pushed him too far by muzzling him and handcuffing him.

“Silly human,” Dante purrs. “Did you forget who you were dealing with?”

Before your very eyes, Dante gathers the energy to trigger. And when you see him in this form, you know you’re in for a long night.

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siriusleee · 10 months

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rebehold the stars

a/n: i spent hours in the bathtub trying to picture this in my head. anyway, thank you to everyone who commented. you guys are great. pairing: ghost x medic!reader (hazy) tags: semi-romantic, religious symbolism and imagery, dying, gunshot wound, blood, lots of cursing, lots of switching between character pov, obvious ptsd

2.4k words part one Thence we came forth to rebehold the stars. - Dante Alighieri, Inferno

Rifle between your shoulder blades, you hit the deck; an alchemist sentenced to the tenth bolgia. A mystic who made false promises to keep a man alive when he's bleeding out before you.

Men. Not man.

"Wha' the fuck are ya?"

Blood seeps in between the fabric of your shirt - Achilleus in the dirt descending to the second circle. It takes a few moments before you realize the guy screaming at you isn't speaking another language - he's just Scottish.

Scottish.

Not American.

His rifle digs into your shoulder painfully.

"Soap!"

A second pair of boots enters your vision, you keep your eyes trained on the doorway. The ambulance scream grows fainter in the distance. They're arguing above you, but you're too busy thinking about the rifle cutting into your back to care.

Zip ties around your wrist and you're hauled to your feet. The neighbors stare through the blinds, unwavering as they watch you get shoved into the back of a black SUV. The man who shoved the rifle in your back takes a shotgun. The youngest who listened to you about the towel takes the seat to your left.

They don't put a bag over your face as you speed away.

Fuck.

***

This must be his punishment for his sins - the screaming and blinding lights. Whatever is above him - they aren't angels. His mom used to say that those who repent go to paradise. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance. The verse comes back so clearly to him now - Sundays in the pew, hours spent away from home. Baseless hope that things would change. Would get better. Will get better.

Hands tear him apart; his atoms smashing together. A nuclear reaction waiting to implode. A stifled scream around the torture in his throat.

There are no halos above him now.

Hazy. Her name was Hazy.

***

They leave you in a cold room to let the blood set sticky on you. It takes hours, but a woman walks in - a crisp white shirt mocking you across the table. She slides a file across the table at you - you don't need to look at it to know it's yours. Your name rolls off her tongue, nearly foreign in her clipped speech.

"Call sign Hazy. You did two tours as an Air Force Combat Pararescue member. One of them with the SEALs in a classified mission in the Middle East. Then you quit."

"I did."

"What did you do after that?"

"ER nurse."

"Not anymore?"

No.

No. You couldn't keep doing the death and destruction. Breathing wounds on a Tuesday night. Bodies smashed against the asphalt. Grown men begging for their moms. God's divine punishment on his will-less puppets for a long-forgotten transgression.

"How did you manage to get one of my operates on your table?"

"Kismet."

Maybe God smiles down sometimes.

***

Simon floats between here and there.

Angels in white veils, bloodstained hands lifting him from the ground to smash him back down moments later. His father stumbling into the kitchen, the ground yawning beneath him to swallow him. His mom shaking hands with the preacher, the same hands that refuse to defend themselves later.

Johnny in Mexico, Gaz hanging from a helicopter. Price reaching out to pull Laswell up. Angels reaching down to sift through them - divine judgment.

Our hands get dirty.

Words break through - voices he recognizes cutting through the veil.

-not a coma.

Johnny telling Simon's jokes to someone.

Always a fucking joke thief.

Warm hands poking and prodding him. Cold air on the tip of his nose.

The outline of an angel above him - golden halo shining when she reaches down to pull him close to her; away from the hell he's been swimming in.

Hazy.

***

"Why'd they call you Hazy?

"Maybe you should ask my former CO."

"We did. He gave a glowing recommendation. Said you never failed to give it your all to save a man."

Your all.

Tell that to the boys you left behind to rot. To the blood drying on the grout in your kitchen. You're sure they would have something else to say.

Her name's Laswell - CIA. The CIA never did you any favors before, but you ask for one now.

"Can I take a shower?"

She lets you. They're holding you in a hotel, no doubt blacked out on any internet searches, and really just a cover for the government to hide people whenever they want. But the water runs warm and red as you sit on the floor to wash your hair. You're escorted there by Gaz - the man who handed you a towel for Ghost. The only one who doesn't eye you in distrust.

You know he's stationed outside the door in case you do anything stupid. They don't trust you - in their eyes, you're an enemy who lured Ghost into your house to torture him for information.

A Judas Iscariot ready to be flung into the maw of Satan.

You wonder what hospital they took Ghost to.

***

Johnny's voice - a thousand Hail Marys.

Ave maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum.

The words sound ridiculous in Johnny's accent. Simon tries to make a note to tell him so.

Simon's angel doesn't leave his dreams. She holds his hand, skin so soft against his calloused ones he feels like he'll break her if he holds too hard. She brushes his hair away from his forehead, fingers lingering on the scars left behind. Simon tries to speak to her, but she doesn't speak back - just rests her hands at the base of his neck. A tenderness he hasn't felt in years.

"Why are you here?"

He begs for an answer that doesn't come.

Wake up.

He's dragged away from her.

***

His buddy, Soap, apologizes at the hospital.

"I didnae know you were a soldier."

Not a soldier. But you don't correct him.

He takes you to see Ghost. Locked ward, two guards outside the door. A quick pat down across the clothes that aren't yours - a pair of shoes that are slightly too big.

His skull mask has been switched out for a plain surgical mask. It makes him look smaller, somehow.

"He hasn't woken up for the past three days," Soap says, trying to hide the rosaries in his pocket.

"His body is trying to heal - his brain is slowing down metabolic function to prioritize healing." The words roll so smoothly from your tongue - the same words you used to tell families when their babies and husbands and daughters wouldn't wake up.

They were lies 90% of the time.

Maybe this is the 10%.

His hair is still crusted with blood. You have the nurse bring you rags and a basin. Under Soap's watchful eyes, you wash Ghost's hair, his hands, his feet free of the blood crusted there.

They let you go home to scrub the blood off of the floors and table, staining your knees and fingers red. You pretend not to notice Ghost's captain following you at a distance - pretend not to notice him standing across the street when you empty the mop water beside your steps. You do your best to puzzle-piece your door back together until you can get a new one.

Your phone lights up: a text from your old captain - asking why the CIA was blowing his phone up. You leave him on read.

When you sleep that night, you dream of the way Ghost grabbed your wrist.

***

His angel brings him back from the nightmares. Above them the heavens yawn - a thousand constellations. They lay on the backs in the wet grass and Ghost describes each one of them to her - how to use them to get home when you're in trouble.

He doesn't let go of her hand.

"Are you here to save me?" He asks, but she doesn't answer. "Do I deserve it?"

Fingers intertwined. A gentle squeeze. She glows brighter when he says her name.

"Please speak."

She traces the scars on his face and leaves him in silence.

***

Ghost's hands are rough beneath yours. Your mother taught you a prayer to use when you were little, but you can't get the words out of your mouth.

"Why's he so important to you?" Soap asks from across the room, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"I spent a long time stitching men back together; I want to see one make it through."

Soap fingers the beads on his rosary.

Pater Noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum.

You trace the scars on Ghost's fingers - a prayer in flesh. You only speak to God when have something to ask.

He rarely answers.

***

His angel waits for him - he sees her in the distance, golden-arrayed. She smiles at him - halo glowing brighter. She looks so happy to see him- there's a knife in his side.

Wake up, Ghost.

She diminishes on the horizon. A phantom in the sunset.

Come back.

Please Ghost.

A step away from him. A cracked link.

Come back.

"Co-"

***

The hospital room explodes into bedlam. A doctor slams into you, pushing you out of the way. You let yourself fall into the wall; across the room, Soap stands bewildered, fingers running through his mohawk - hair standing on end.

Ghost fights them, reaching across to yank the IVs out of his arm. You watch the blood pour from his hands - stigmata in reverse. Across the room, Soap tries to take a step towards the chaos - you stop him with a small shake of your head.

Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio.

***

He's lost - fighting against the hands that attempt to hold him down. It's hell around him, fingers wrapped around his arms and legs trying to force him down. He wraps his hands around the IV in his arm - barely aware that they're there to help him. His veins burn.

He's forced to the bed - the voices above him a dissonance that means nothing to him. His heart is slamming into his chest, fingers digging into the mattress when he sees her.

Hazy.

His angel in the corner of the room.

Simon is pinned to the bed with the weight of her eyes.

He must still be dead.

In his moment of weakness, he's is slammed back into the bed.

***

You watch as the nurses pin Ghost down to the bed, the doctor trying to break through to him. Soap pushes through them and grabs Ghost by the shoulder; Ghost jerks, and then looks at Soap. His eyes soften just slightly and his whole body relaxes beneath Soap's hand.

You duck out of the room - heart slamming against the inside of your chest.

You can't breath; fuck, he's alright.

Fuck.

You press the heels of your palms into your eyes, trying to stem the pictures flashing through your mind: screaming and sand; Ghost's blood dripping from your fingertips; covering bodies with your own to block them from shrapnel; the sound of Black Hawks overhead; Ghost looking up at you, bleeding out on your kitchen table.

Fuck.

***

Johnny is talking faster than Simon can understand. The pain in his side nearly pulls him back under - he doesn't struggle when they put the IV back in.

He cuts off Johnny mid sentence.

"Hazy -"

Johnny looks at him confused, eyes flashing to the door.

"She's outside; L.T. what happened the other night?

Simon tries to push himself up - he needs to track her down. To feel that she's real; to hear her speak again. The sight of her standing over him, golden halo'd won't leave his mind. His hands ache for the feeling of hers.

"Johnny move."

"L.T. - you're fucking delusional. What happened to you?"

Simon grips the blanket with white knuckles, and thinks about the way Hazy traced the scars. He was dead.

He was dead.

***

You hear Soap and Ghost speaking in the room; you're gripping your shirt and pressing it into your face - trying to pull yourself back to the present.

You saved him.

You're shaking when Soap approaches you, sliding down to the floor beside you.

"He says," his voice cracks, "he says that you're his angel. Keeps asking if you're real."

An angel.

Fuck.

You laugh, small and derisive.

"I think I might be the opposite of an angel."

Your voice is muffled by your shirt. You feel so fucking stupid for breaking down from the sight of Ghost - nobody but a stranger.

"I think you need to go see him."

***

Johnny leads her in, hand on her elbow. A flash of anger.

Take your fucking hands off of her.

Like he can read his mind, Johnny drops her elbow and turns around - letting the door to the room shut behind him. She stands at the doorway, hands held behind her back. She doesn't look at him - doesn't speak.

His stomach flips - his angel won't look at him.

"Are you real?"

The corner of her mouth lifts.

"Are you?"

He wants to beg her to come closer, to touch him, to trace the scars on his face. He wants to rip his mask off so that she can see him. But he keeps his hands pressed to the mattress.

"Why did you save me?"

She smooths an invisible wrinkle in her jeans.

"Just my instinct I guess."

"I thought you were an angel."

She crosses the room - slowly at first, but faster until she sits down in the chair Johnny had been in. She keeps her hands folded in her lap and her gaze pointed down.

"I probably made a shitty angel didn't I?"

"Hazy."

She looks up at the sound of her name. Ghost leans back; eyes screwed up against the fluorescent light.

"That's not your real name is it?" Ghost asks. Tell me your real one. Please.

"Is Ghost yours?"

"Not even close."

***

You leave him in the hospital - a quick good-bye and a promise that you'll come back to see him.

You don't go back.

You dream about Ghost every night; waking up gripping the sheets with the taste of blood in your mouth. The second coming of grief when you find his blood on the underside of your kitchen table.

***

Simon thinks he's stupid - she didn't come see him for a reason. She doesn't want to see him. It's been a year - she's probably forgotten him by now.

Fuck.

His feet carry him up the steps and he knocks before he can stop himself.

Simon Riley doesn't believe in angels.

But his opens the door.

***

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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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Here you’ll find part ii. To my spring prompts. This will consist of all works written during the spring season of 2023 🦚🍃🪷

FEELS = Dante Torres > Series: Chicago PD + NBC

CHUCKY CHEESE = Barry > Series: OBX + NETFLIX

WORTH IT = Kiara Carrera > Series: OBX + NETFLIX

KEEP UP = Rio (platonic?!) x oc x Mick > Series: Good Girls + NBC

HOLD ME = Tommy Miller > Live Action Series : The Last of Us + HBO

ROSE COLORED LENS = Sarah Cameron > Series: OBX + NETFLIX

WATCH ME WORK = Carmy Berzatto > Series: THE BEAR + FX/HULU

BLACK MASCARA = Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes > Series: MAYANS MC + FX/HULU

BLOODWAR = Joel Miller > Series: The Last of Us (Live Action!) + HBO

SOUTHERN DELICACY = Rio x oc x Arman Morales > Series: Good Girls & The Cleaning Lady + NBC/FOX

DATING LAYLA = REQUESTED_ Layla Keating > Series: All American + The CW

TERMS & CONDITIONS = Angel Reyes x oc x Cane Tejada + FX/STARZ

PART iii.

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wavykade · 6 months

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Behind Blue Eyes

Pairing: Yandere Dante x gn!Reader.

Warnings: stalking, manipulating, unhealthy behavior.

Word count: 0.8k

Note: ❗The plot is taken from the c.ai bot Yandere Dante by FallofFall. I am not the author of this idea.❗

When Dante said he would help you get rid of the stalker, you believed him. After all, he was your last hope - incredibly fast, strong, and renowned as the Legendary Devil Hunter.

You believed him when he said it would be safer for you to stay at Devil May Cry. You believed him when those angelically pure, blue eyes sparkled with a demonic glint, while his hands held you securely, but too tightly. Whispering sweet words of comfort in your ear and sending shivers down your spine with his noble intention to calm your raging fear, which he himself had planted in you.

Blindly, you did not notice the obvious signs of alarm: he was always by your side, watching over you, because as he said, "the stalker was much more dangerous than he thought." Dante had you wrapped around his finger, isolating you, cultivating the fear of going outside.

But you found out. Found out, clutching the smooth surface of the photograph tightly with trembling fingers, so intimately hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk. Dozens of photos. And in every single one - only you. When you smiled brightly, casually chatting with your friend at a café. Rosy cheeks... a gleam of happiness in your eyes. When you stood naked, examining yourself in the mirror after a shower, appraisingly running your eyes over your figure. Wet hair, droplets of water beading on your skin...

Dante was swiftly going insane.

Have you ever considered how difficult it was back then to just watch, just observe you, seeing you naked but unable to approach you, agonizing over how tight his pants were. Dante's cock was standing, stretching the fabric of his pants. The painful pressure building inside him only fueled the madness.

Dante endured, clenching his jaw to the point of sweet pain in an attempt to maintain composure as a fire burned inside him. His demonic side went crazy in your presence, his head spinning, his breath deepening, and his eyes sinfully darkening with the desire to touch, no... to be close to you and kiss your lips until only his name remained on your tongue. To make sure you were safe by his side, that he wouldn't lose someone as precious as you. Again.

Human minds are like unpredictable weather conditions: one moment everything shines with sunshine and rainbows, and the next we are faced with storms and hurricanes. We convince ourselves of something so strongly that it becomes our truth - our guiding light leading us through the darkness towards that horizon, like in children's fairy tales.

But then doubt creeps in, slowly but surely, seeping into our thoughts until the seeds sown earlier start to take root, growing stronger day by day, until eventually everything we once believed crumbles around us, leaving nothing but confusion, disappointment, perhaps even anger.

But what if it all comes crashing down in a single moment? Breaking the fragile trust that once shattered, is unlikely to be repaired. Like a delicate flower easily broken down under the weight of even the slightest prejudice.

Once impassive fingers, now becoming uncontrollable performers of your trembling body, danced an awkward dance between disappointment and horror. Fear embraced the shaking hands, as if giving them a final touch of a dying star.

There was no way back for you from the very beginning, as soon as your foot stepped into his office.

With grace, Dante gained your trust. With each joke, each moment of joy and playful word, you immersed yourself deeper into his charm, like a whirlwind that mesmerizes and does not let go until the end. But only an experienced hunter knows how to hide the truth behind his mask, and in Dante's gaze, echoes of a dark nature flickered, which he skillfully swept under the positive mask of a desirable conversationalist. However, this darkness, exulting in his eyes, tainted all his beauty.

In the end, you trusted when his face shone with a playful smile, you trusted when he was merry and relaxed. You trusted when he wanted you to.

Now you feel how the atmosphere of the surrounding room involuntarily tightens with every one of his gazes, filling you with a trembling from head to toe. Every movement of Dante's, as if carefully calculated, forces you to retreat, like a fleeing little animal, until you find yourself a compressed stone between him and the cold wall. You feel that the air slows down, it becomes harder for you to breathe, and your previously strong heart suddenly sinks into a abyss of fear. An icy shiver runs down your spine, as if a laser is drawing flickering wavy patterns on your skin. A trap.

That's what it was originally.

You believed, and he locked you up. You believed, and he betrayed you.

You trusted those angelically blue eyes, devoid of God's mercy.

#dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #writing #fanfic #yandere x reader #yandere dante #devil may cry #dmc #dmc dante

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theyungihven · 1 month

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The Demon's Infatuation • Sex Demon Yunho

CHAPTER 2

↬ pairing: dom demon yunho x sub female reader

↬ genre: smut, romance

↬ warnings: breeding kink, cream pie, pain kink, unprotected sex, hip bruises, biting kink, slut-shaming, choking kink, hard core dom yunho, yunho is OBSSESSED,

↬ word count: 1.2K+

↬ author’s note: this full novel length fic is a dedication to my boyfriend alex and the demon that visited me at night two years ago every full moon night

Summary : She's just an innocent heartbroken girl who just wants to be loved for once despite her flaws and imperfections and he's a wicked demon who wants nothing but to corrupt her soul to till all she can think of him. What can go wrong if he takes a little interest in her? Heaven along with Hell are not going to collide with the Earth, or will they?

MASTERLIST

TAGLIST : @yunhogrippers @haram-monbebe @atinism @yvnhoos @st4rhwa @lomons

“So I teleported near the old city. And then, I got this strong whiff of blood.” I tell San.

We sit under the neon lights on the barstools as we rest our hands on the bar counter. The brown wood creaks under my weight, a reminder of its ancientness

I feel the bartender’s eyes widen with every word I say, as if he’s a columnist and writes the infamous gossip column catered to making the most scandalous secrets known to hell’s residents.

However, I don’t care enough and continue about my latest endeavour to a very uninterested San. The fellow demon looks like he will jump into the holy water any moment, if given the chance to cease his existence.

“I saw a girl on her knees begging someone to love her.” I say and a small smile greets his lips. “She looked delicious and I’m telling you, she smelled sweeter than an elixr.” I continue and the bartender bends down to access the lower cabinets of the counter, all while his eyes stay hooked in my direction.

“And what’s better than trapping a human in distress? So I thought, why not make my presence known? And then, mate,” I chuckle as I remember the moment she ran inside and the look that crowned her face when she noticed my shadow form, “she has the audacity to recite verses, but she couldn’t even do that right.”

“Humans are pathetic, I'm telling you." Dante agrees with me as he smiles a little, his lips thinning but not even curling a degree up whatsoever for some reason unknown to me. My heart skips a beat as my smile drops.

The clitter clatter of the glass and the chatter of the demons inside the infamous club Hell’s Inferno is constant, with fights erupting every now and then, like an active volcano.

However, today, it is eerily quiet in the dead of a full moon night.

It is unusual, but I enjoy the bourbon in my hands.

I swirl it around while taking a little peek at my dear friend, San who is playing with the end of his tail. He looks very odd today, as if he has fucked up real bad and is now going to be banished from hell. His skin looks pale as if he’s losing his colour from malnutrition.

However, as from the latest gossip and news about the duo’s latest adventures also according to the not so quiet whispers, celibacy isn’t the case.

“Mate, you look like you prevented a sin.” I say, as I place my bourbon glass on the counter and stare at him. Nothing but worry fills my heart.

“Nothing.” he replies lifelessly as if he has given up on reality and accepted defeat.

“Then, the fuck is wrong with you?” I scream.

Everyone in the club looks at me as if I tempted a human to commit a good deed.

I take a deep breath in order to calm myself down and then say,

“How’s your girl, San?”

“urm…she’s doing…umm…well!” Dante shutters. He then gulps his drink all the way and stares at the glass.

My suspicions and the word of mouth which had travelled to me earlier this week were indeed true.

Dante did associate with an angel, committed treason and is next on line to getting banished from hell.

“You fucked up big time, mate.” I chuckle as I say, swallowing the bitterness on my tongue which attempts to slip but I don't want to hurt Dante anymore.

“I know, I know…” Dante sighs. He then takes a deep breath as he corrects his posture.

“I FUCKING KNOW OKAY!” He slams the glass on the table as he stares at me dead in the eye.

“What are you going to do with this girl though?” Wow, now I am the main focus of the conversation. I look up at Dante as I lick my lips, refreshing my memory at all things I’ve been thinking to do with her.

“Tempt her, seduce her, get so deep into her mind” I say as I swirl the drink which the bartender refilled in order to infiltrate our privacy.

I gulp down the whole thing in one go and slam it on the table.

“That she’d desperately crave me like a drug.” I finished, and Dante’s reaction to my words is magnificent. He looks like a human when they see me in my demon form for a split second in the corner of their room as I give them my charismatic smile.

“But how?” Dante asks as he looks at me all confused.

I get up from the barstool and walk closer towards Dante.

“Good things take time, my dear.” I pat Dante's shoulder as I continue, “but wonderful things…” I lean in as I whisper into his ear, “takes a good strategy and patience.” I say, then lean back, flashing him my trademark smile as I turn around and make a dramatic exit which leaves everyone gasping.

#yunho #demon yunho #ateez smut #san #ateez yunho #san smut #seonghwa #hongjoong #yeosang #mingi #jeong yunho #incubi yunho #incubi san #yunho smut

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devilmayfamily · 1 year

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holds out cup a little crumb of dmc boys x reader with add/adhd please? maybe with some angst sprinkled in? i don't mean to be greedy, i am just a small simp 😔

GN!Reader Angst/Comfort Think I made myself tear up a little with these haha enjoy!

Dante

When you find something you love, you can talk about it for hours

Lucky for you, Dante loves hearing about your hypertfixations

He finds it wonderful to see you excited about something and wants to know everything you can about it

One day while talking to Dante, you notice him seemingly not paying as much attention as he usually does

He'd been writing in a notebook the entire you'd been talking

You instantly begin to think you might be annoying him or boring him and slowly stop talking

When you do, he looks up at you worried

"What's wrong sweet pea? Why did you stop talking?"

"Do I... Do I annoy you?"

He's quite shocked

You could never annoy him!

"Never! I love when you tell me all about the things you are interested in!"

"You've been looking at that notebook this entire time though"

Dante softly smiles before flipping the notebook so you see it

On the page is a list of everything you've ever told Dante about, new and old

"I've been keeping a list of the things you like. I was adding this to it"

Dante pulls you in, kissing all over your face until you start laughing

He will reassure you anytime you need it and sometimes even when you don't expect it

He loves listening to you ramble on and on and he won't ever let you think otherwise

Vergil

Vergil is a man with his own problems and one of those is perfection

Growing up, Vergil worked hard to earn his father's approval and maintain it

Getting ready for a mission one day, Vergil notices lots of things are missing or out of place

"Sweetheart, where is everything? I need to get going soon"

"Oh! It's, um..."

"Sweetheart, please"

"I remember! I promise! It's- It's..."

"Y/N! Why can't you just remember these things?!"

Vergil instantly regretted yelling at you

He knew you were trying your hardest

He couldn't get his apology in, however, as you ran off and he had to get to this mission at this point

You spent the rest of the day with Nero, the kid making threats to his father and reassuring you

When Vergil came home, he was greeted by an angry Nero

"You better fix this"

Nero lets his father in, taking him to you instantly

You're curled up on the couch, a look of fear when you see Vergil walk in

It breaks Vergil to see you scared of him, its the one thing he didn't want to do

"I'm sorry, love"

He has a few gifts for you; your comfort food, a soft sweater in Vergil's signature royal blue and a matching blanket

Without warning, you pull Vergil into a hug, ignoring the gifts

He holds you tightly, as close as he can get you to him

Vergil works on forgetting about perfection because really, nothing will ever be perfect

As long as he has you though, it's near damn perfect

He lost you

Again

"Angel! Come back! Where are you?!"

He told you to stay right next to him while he talked to this guy to get info

Now, he turns and finds you've run off

Again

"Angel!!"

It wasn't safe for you out here

Who knows what demon or monster of a human would find you

V knows you can hold your own but that doesn't stop him from worrying about you when you venture off like this

As V rounds a corner, he sees you battling it out with a demon

A demon that just pierced your leg

"YOU INSISTENT FOOL, LET GO OF THEM"

The demon flings you in a different direction before growling at the poet

V takes down the demon before rushing over to you

You were laying on the asphalt, the pincer of the demon still stuck in your leg

V doesn't say anything to you, just helps you up and gets you back to home base as quickly as possible

Vergil patches you up and makes sure you don't try running after your boyfriend back onto the battlefield

Later when V and Dante come back, Vergil leads Dante out of the room so you and V could talk

"I'm sorry for running off again"

"Oh angel"

V pulls you into a hug, trying not to hurt your leg

"Not out of sight anymore, please"

The two of you work on it over the next few weeks leading up to your next mission together

V's gentle with you as well, softly reminding you when you need it until it becomes second nature

And if you have to get out of his sight for something, you tell him before running off. A lot of the time he follows

V also reminds you he loves you more than anything

He doesn't want you getting hurt again

He has trust in you though

While you can't help it every time, he trusts that you'll come back in one piece

His little wanderer

Nero

You weren't listening again

Your attention was somewhere else and Nero could tell

He was trying to brief you on a mission but you weren't taking in anything he was saying

"Baby, you getting any of this?"

Focusing on Nero, you stiffen and your face becomes pale

You realize you've been daydreaming the entire time and the look on Nero's face tells you everything

He's disappointed

Blotches of color return to your face as hot tears slowly roll down your cheeks

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Nero watched as you bow your head, holding your wrist out, the sight making his heart ache

He knew the orphanage people were terrible to you for being a little different than everyone else but the stance you held was so defenseless, it was like you were expecting someone to hit you

He slowly walks over, taking your hand in his

He sits down next to you on the couch, slowly putting your arm down

You look up at him, the scared confused expression stained with tears making Nero tear up himself

"I'm not upset, baby"

You begin to cry again, this time pulling Nero into a hug

He holds on to you, slowly rubbing your back and whispered soothing reassurance into your ear

"You're safe now. I won't hurt you like they did"

"I'm sorry"

Nero quietly shushes you, telling you it's ok

Once you'd calmed down and Nero checked in with you to make sure you were ok, he slowly went back over the mission

He checked in with you to make sure you understood and rewarded you with kisses when you were able to repeat back to him

If you couldn't, that was ok. Nero simply went back over whatever part he was on

He was forced to watch back then when you two were kids, getting punished for being different. Sometimes taking extra beatings for trying to save or defend you

He wasn't going to let that continue now

You may be different, but that wasn't going to stop him from loving you anyways

He reassures you and rewards you for any and everything

You may be different but that's exactly what Nero loved about you

#dmc #dmc5 #devil may cry 5 #dante dmc5 #dmc vergil #dante sparda #dmc nero #nero sparda #vergil sparda #devil may cry #dmc v #v dmc5 #dmc v x reader #dmc5 vitale x reader #dmc5 vitale #dante x reader #vergil x you #nero x reader

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atenea14 · 7 months

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A rough day. Sanguinius x reader

The events here happen before the Nikaea council. English is not my first language so there might be mistakes.

Warnings: Sex pollen, Dom!Sanguinius x sub!reader. Slight breath play, power play, bondage.

Summary: A mission goes wrong ,as a result, Sanguinius and you end up affected by sex pollen.

Word count: 3k

You’ve been with the blood angels for a while now and you feel lucky, they are one of the few legions that are amicable towards their human crew which permitted you to easily demonstrate your abilities as an incredible psychic. Thanks to your powers you got to meet the higher ups within the legion including their beloved primarch and formed a good coworking bond with all of them. As the good war buddy you were, you went with them in some of their battles. That’s how you ended up in your current situation.

- Y/N you are required in the front line. - Dante approached you in a blink.

- I thought the battle was done?- You are really fed up with the orcs so more fighting doesn’t suit your mood.

- It is but Lord Sanguinius requires your help to quickly investigate the subterranean tunnels the orcs have made. Let’s go.- You just silently followed him through the tunnels until you got where Sanguinius was.

- I’m glad to see you well Y/N.- Sanguinius greeted you, always well mannered, always perfect.

- The sentiment is mutual, my lord.- You smiled at him waiting for his instructions. He smiled back before speaking again.

- There are some locked compartments and brute force won’t open them, I have no idea what the orcs made but I want you to try and open those parts of the tunnel.-

- I’ll do my best.-

With that you got to work and managed to open the passages. Sanguinius and his men moved fast to investigate it all, but they didn’t find anything interesting at least under a human view. Within no time you arrived at the most hidden corner where you could see a small box. After some failed analisis and a discussion you were asked to force it open. When you did it a gas cloud exploded in your face, Sanguinius quickly covered you and embraced you, acting as a human shield, getting himself fully exposed to the unknown material.

- I swear I can not stand those xenos, are you alright Y/N?- Sanguinius asked but you were too dumbfounded to immediately answer, you don’t get angel wings protecting you every day.

- Y/N?- Sanguinius tried again.

- I feel fine… I think.- Sanguinius examined your face and looked at Dante.

- There are some vials left in the box, grab them and get them analyzed immediately, also escort Y/N to the red tear and get her to the medicae.- He turned to look at you once more.

- I want to profusely apologize Y/N, this is my fault for wanting to rush things and not following the protocols.- You gave him a strained smile and told him it was ok, it’s not like you have it in you to accuse him when he looks at you with so much concern.

- Just remember you have been exposed to it too my lord, please take care.- With a nod he gently pushed you towards the squadron who would accompany you.

It’s already been an hour and you are waiting in the medical bay for someone to explain to you what have you been exposed to. You felt good so you were observing your surroundings when you heard the door open, to your surprise it was Dante. It cheered you up to see a familiar face so you eagerly greeted him but a feeling of uneasiness quickly invaded you once you registered his somber face.

- Is it that bad?- You impatiently observed him sit down next to your bed. He looked directly into your face and he started speaking with a really soft voice.

- Lord Sanguinius and you have been exposed to what we… have vulgarly called sex pollen.- He paused to let the information sink in but you just looked at him with a really confused expression.

- I don’t understand, I… feel good, maybe it doesn’t affect me?- Dante hold your hand with his.

- Your metabolism is slower than ours so you may not notice the effects now but you will soon. I’ll say it bluntly Y/N, you will feel an extreme need to have intimate relationships and the longer you don’t submit to it the more undesired chemical imbalance you will have on your body, we are working on an antidote but it will come late. On the other hand lord Sanguinius is already under the influence. What I’m about to ask you is not something I’m happy about.- You interrupted him.

- I… wait a moment.- You used a couple of minutes to think about all the events that have involved you this day.- But Dante… I do not wish to… and if I did wouldn't that be considered heresy?.- You started rambling and the blood angel interrupted you to try to calm you a little bit.

- Y/N, whatever happens next won’t be your fault nor will be considered heresy given the circumstances plus all the matter is being confidential and only de indispensable people are aware of the situation.- You just looked at each other for what seemed an eternity until you broke the silence.

- What happens if I refuse?- Dante took a deep sigh before answering.

- Sanguinius' well-being will be in danger. I can’t tell you exactly why but the undesired chemical reactions I told you about may trigger some deeper problems in him. It won’t be your situation so at least you don’t need to worry about that.- Dante dropped all formalities and while that used to comfort you today it brought the opposite effect.

- Would it be that bad?- You put extra emphasis on the word that. Dante seemed to think about it for a moment before answering.

- Look, no one here wants to force you to do anything, let alone Sanguinius. So I want to reiterate that anything will be your fault. But yes, it would be that bad.- He also put extra emphasis on the word.

- How is Sanguinius now?.-

- He is struggling to maintain control so being near him is not safe. That’s why I want you to have in mind before you answer that he may end up losing control and he surely will be rude.- You only had one question left before you answered.

- What will happen to me if I try to fight the effects of the poison?.-

- Since it’s a recently discovered substance I cannot give you any answer to that.-

- I understand, I will do it.- Dante looked genuinely surprised.

- Are you sure?- You faintly smiled at him.

- I’m already down the rabbit hole aren’t I? Plus Sanguinius is way more important than me so it only seems to be one correct answer.- Dante stared at you intensely.

- Attach this to your wrist, the button is an alarm, if the situation goes south press it and I will interfere.-

Dante gave you a reassuring squeeze to your hand and helped you get out of bed. In a moment you were left alone in front of Sanguinius' personal quarters.

- My lord? Is Y/N, I am entering.- The room was dimly lit and Sanguinius looked upset.

- You shouldn't be here, who brought you?.- You ignored his questions.

- I have been explained the situation so I’ve come here voluntarily, my lord.- He looked troubled.

- NO, Y/N. You have to leave. I don't have much restraint now.- He wasn’t looking in your direction.

- I won’t, I’ve been told your health is at risk.-

- And what about yours? I could kill you.-

- You are more important than me plus sooner or later I will be feeling like you are right now.-

- Y/N I…- You approached him and touched his arm.

- It will be ok Sanguinius, I know you wouldn’t harm me.-

Unknowingly you provoked him an electrical and addictive feeling with your touch making him lose all restrain left in him. Suddenly he picked you up and threw you into his bed making you gasp and igniting a spark in your body, all your nerves were on fire and your rational mind became foggy. You just wanted him, and he just wanted you.

He kissed you while his hands roamed all over your body until they grabbed your hips. You returned the kiss with equal fervor and hung your legs around his body trying to have as much contact as you could. He went to kiss your neck and sunk his teeth a little bit, enough to get a couple of blood drops out of you but your pained hiss seemed to bring some focus to him. He paused for a moment and softly caressed all the parts of your body he could and started undressing you.

- Is not fair I’m the only one naked my lord.-

- Then undress me.-

You found yourselves fully naked and you climbed onto his lap kissing him fervently, he pulled your hair and it made you moan. You started moving your hips against him almost unconsciously and tried to push his chest so he was fully laid back on the bed. Instead he grabbed your waist and made you both roll, making you gasp. He pinned your wrist above your head with one of his hands while the other grabbed your face.

-You are not the one in charge here darling.-

He intensely looked into your eyes and the hand that was at your face went directly to your center, rubbing it in circles making close your eyes because of the sudden pleasure.

- Look at me Y/N. Look me and tell me who do you belong to.- Between heavy breaths you answered.

- I belong to you.- He pinched your clitoris.

- That’s not the proper answer Y/N.- You felt suffocated, you barely couldn’t move since your arms were held with one of his hands and the rest of your body was trapped under him. He entered one of his fingers in you, then another one making it really difficult for you to articulate any words. Sanguinius let go of your hands and grabbed your neck slightly restricting your air flow, you were in pure pleasure, your body was more sensitive than normal because of the pollen and Sanguinius was making you go crazy.

- I’ve asked you something.- He squeezed your neck a little bit more before releasing all the pressure allowing you to fully breath.

- You, my lord. I belong to Lord Sanguinius.-

- That's my girl.- With that he retired his hand off your clit and before you could whine he slowly started pushing his member into you making you see stars. You were sure your moans could be heard in the nearby hallways but you didn’t care at the moment and Sanguinus was enjoying them.

- My lord it’s too much, I can’t.- You were overstimulated and Sanguinius was big, you didn’t think it would fit in.

- Bear with it, it’ll bring you pleasure. I’m almost fully in.- You whimpered, the stretch was almost painful. He fully stopped once he was completely buried inside you, giving you a moment to adapt and he took that moment to caress you and squeeze your tits and pinch at your nipples making you lose focus on the stretch and allowing you to relax.

- That’s it beautiful.- He started rocking his hips throwing you into a pleasure spiral, you were getting close and he noticed it. You embraced him while he started to fuck you faster, you were a moaning mess and when your started to clench at his member he roughly kissed you suffocating your moans while you were cumming. You were dumbfounded and were barely able to focus on anything else than your pleasure. He started touching your nub again overstimulating you while not relenting his pace. He was enjoying all your whines and whimpers and complaints about not being able to stand it but he was unforgiving. All your body was on fire and you started feeling a pleasure like never before. He bit you on your neck enjoying the ecstasis your blood gave him, the pain was enough to send you over the edge again and you squirted all over him while he came inside you. He slowed down his thrusts until you both came down from your highs and he slowly pulled out of you making you whimper. You looked at each other breathing heavily but none of you knew what to say.

- Are you alright?- Sanguinius was the one who broke the silence.

- Yes my lord.- He looked at you with an expression you didn’t know to decipher.

- From now on just call me Sanguinius.- He spoke to you with a really soft voice. You nodded and he moved from above you getting out of the bed.

- We should get ourselves cleaned, you can use my bathroom while I go talk with Dante.- He reached to touch you but stopped himself in the air, turned around grabbed his clothes and got out of the room.

You were left alone in his bedchambers a little bit confused. You wanted to bathe but everything in there was huge compared to you. Slowly, you moved to the edge of the bed and realized that all your body was sore. Once you made it to the bathroom you confirmed your thoughts, almost everything was out of your reach. The noise of a door opening startled you and you quickly turned around to see who entered.

- It’s me Y/N.-

- Sanguinius…- A rush of self awareness invaded you since you were still naked.

- Y/N… I’m sorry I…- Sanguinius was looking at your body and you knew he felt sorry for all the bruises he had caused.

- It’s okay, I just feel a little bit sore but that’s all.- He studied you for a couple of seconds.

- Don’t you want to bathe? Do you wish to leave?-

- I do want to bathe but everything here is out of my reach so I should leave to the common showers.- Sanguinius seemed troubled.

- Or… I could help you if you wish.-

- Sanguinius what happened today is none of our fault so you don’t need to compensate me.-

- I am not, I just want to take care of you.- If he wasn’t a primarch you would have thought that he was looking at you with love, but it was Sanguinius after all and he is always compassionate so you just pushed your thoughts away and shyly nodded at him. Without thinking too much about it you stepped closer to him and to your surprise he picked you up and embraced you. You just stayed like that for a couple of minutes until he softly left you in the bath. The rest of the shower was spent in silence while you both tended to each other. Once you were done, Sanguinius helped you dry your hair. You stepped out of the bath before Sanguinius and realized that not only had the bed sheets been changed but also were clean clothes for you to use. A shame feeling invaded you making you feel really self conscious making you freeze in the middle of the room until warm arms embraced you.

- Please do not feel bad, just one of my sons entered here and he already knew of the situation. No one will judge us.- Sanguinius' touch had a calming effect and his words comforted you. You timidly smiled at him and put your clothes on. The situation was kind of awkward so once you were done you just headed for the door.

- Where are you going?- You froze in your tracks and turned back to look at him.

- I… to my bed?-

- Do you wish to be alone?- You didn’t comprehend why he was asking you that.

- It’s not like I can stay here Sanguinius.- It was his turn to not understand you.

- Why not?-

- It wouldn’t be proper.- Sanguinius faintly smiled.

- I think we are already past that point.-

- But it wouldn’t be the same as before. We are not under the pollen influence anymore.- Sanguinius thought about it for a moment.

- If you want to leave I won’t stop you but if you want to stay it will be okay too. Forget about everything. You owe it to yourself to do what you are comfortable with right now.-

- I don’t want to be alone.- Sanguinius looked softly at you and smiled. He extended his hand and you walked to him, he picked you up and placed you on his bed. He lied beside you. With his words resonating in your head you found the courage to attach your body to his and hug him. He embraced you with his arms and kissed your head. Your breath slowed down and you fell asleep within minutes. The whole situation was confusing but you knew you’d be alright.

On the other hand Sanguinius was worried, he was already infatuated with you but now there might be no coming back. You were his and his alone. With everything he had to do for the imperium he knew he owed it to himself to keep you under his wings.

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