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twinksrepository · 8 days
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A kiss in the car
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Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Dante X F!Reader
CW: P in V sex, car sex, hand jobs, horny
Word count: .5 K roughly
A/N: When the weather doesn't want to cooperate and you and Dante make the best of it. Pretty much a short horny thought with Dante.
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This wasn’t how you thought your date night was going to go, the plan had been to drive out of town and enjoy a hike with Dante. Which had happened. What you hadn’t expected to happen was for the car to break down and it to start raining. 
“You know Babe, we’ve never done it in a car before.” You just turned to look at him in the passenger seat prepared to roll your eyes at his terrible attempt to pick you up. Only to swallow at the sight. 
Dante had his pants unzipped and his hard cock out, stroking himself and you can see the single bead of precum that is growing larger the longer you watch him play with himself. “Come on, you know you want to ride this bad boy.” Wiggling his eyebrows you turn back to look out the front window to see the rain still falling with enough force you can barely see. Bitting your lip as the pounding against the metal intensifies.
The two of you aren’t going anywhere and he’s right on both accounts as your core throbs liking the idea of waiting out the storm with Dante inside your core. “Fine.” Undoing your seatbelt and pushing your seat back to get your pants down while the sound of the other seat being pushed back reaches your ears. 
“You’re making it sound like a chore.” Smirking as he works his pants down his thick thighs and you laugh for a moment. 
“I’d rather do it in a bed, a car isn’t the best place Handsome.” Still in your underwear, you awkwardly crawl across the center console before his large hands are on your hips helping you to sit on his lap but not before spotting the growing wet stain on your underwear. 
“You say that but you look ready for a good ride.” Snorting as he pushes the fabric out of his way so he could run his finger along your slit before pushing one in making you groan. “Damn Doll, you feel like you could take me right now.” 
Trailing your hands along his broad chest and up to his shoulders before you start to play with his white hair leaning more against his body to brush your lips against his. “Then line me up and let me take you for a ride.” A grunt from the devil hunter as he makes a few adjustments and you start to slowly sink down onto his length, catching his mouth in a searing kiss. You’ve got a few hours to kill so you might as well enjoy it, besides you already know Dante can go for hours.
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almaadst · 7 months
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I wasn't active that much lately - mostly because I work on side commissions for the game industry (yay!) but now I got back to you ✨ Here's wet and demanding Dante for you (ノ▽〃) Commission info Finished art!
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mothchimeart · 1 month
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Happy Valentine's Day from a certain devil and reaper! ❤️💚
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katunei999 · 3 months
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Merry Christmas, Season's Greetings, and Happy Holidays from Dante and Olive!
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anirak112 · 6 months
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So much tenderness 🖤
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actuallysaiyan · 1 year
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The Girl Who Came To Stay Masterlist
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Summary: Briar is hired to take care of the devil that is causing trouble in the small town of Aston. But when she arrives and realizes that this isn't your run-of-the-mill devil, she knows she needs to ask for help. With Dante and Vergil by her side, they go into the forest hoping to make a quick job of it. Though Mina, the seductress devil, has different plans. What starts out as the mission to get rid of a devil turns into a long and winding journey of love, self-discovery and painful memories. For both Briar and Mina, life is just a dark tunnel with lots of suffering. But the Sparda twins know exactly how to turn it all around.
Author's Notes: This is a story written by both @beneathstarryskies and @actuallysaiyan. Odd chapters follow Briar's story and the even chapters follow Mina's story. We will be updating weekly(unsure of the date yet). If you'd like to be tagged in the updates, let one of us know! Also, this will be posted on Ao3.
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Table of Contents:
My Name is Called 'Disturbance'
Stomach Tied In Knots
Tulips
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Heart's on fire tonight/Feel my bones ignite/ It feels like war/Love feels like war
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Place for The Weary
So I have a lot of good pieces stuck in google docs file for me to write in whenever inspiration strucks or I want to read something I made. I don’t know where to go with most of these pieces of text but like hell I’ll let them stay in that file for another year. And since it’s Mental Health Month on Tumblr, I’ve picked three particular oneshots that fits the theme.
Take care of yourself wyrmlings and remember, it’s not a weakness to lean on somebody every once in a while.
Yours
 - Aldryrth (Al) The Chromatic Dragon
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(art does not belong to me)
Warnings: angst, comfort
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero, V, Beatrice (OC)
Note:  This is written with an OC, I know this is not everyone’s thing but she’s a nice gal. I’m sure you’ll like her.
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As Bea watched the two women running excitedly towards the tree, she started to walk in the same direction when she noticed Dante hadn't moved, watching the tree silently with the pensive expression. 
Before she could say anything, Dante started to walk slowly towards the entrance. She knew something was wrong, she saw Dante this serious only a few times over the long time they knew each other. Whatever was waiting for them behind this gate, it was bigger, much bigger than anything they normally faced. 
Before she realized what she was doing, she quietly reached for lapels on the back of his coat and gave them a soft tug. Dante stopped, heaving a tired sigh before he turned to her, eyes silently asking for a reason they were still standing here. Beatrice opened her mouth, mind scrambling for something to say but couldn’t come up with anything. What was she supposed to say? That it’s going to be fine, that she’s sorry that his life, their lives,  is such a marginal clusterfuck, that whatever it is, he can talk to her? All those things sounded either like a shortsighted foolishness or things that were already repeated in the past, only for both of them to know that one just doesn’t just start to resolve years of trauma, grief, physical and mental battle. And Beatrice learned the hard way that she cannot save everyone, cannot help everyone. Only thing she can do is offer her strength and support. And that’s exactly what she did.
“Whatever it is behind this gate, we get through this together. You don’t have to handle everything by yourself. I know you can, but... you don’t have to.”
She put an arm on his shoulder, felt his warmth even through the thick, worn down leather of his coat, and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Dante stared at her for a while, his expression unreadable. She started to worry she might have offended him somehow, or what’s more common, stuffed her nose in things that don't concern her, thinking she’s being helpful.
The last thing she expected was for Dante to envelop her in a tight embrace. He moved so fast, Bea hadn't fully processed what was happening until his strong arms squeezed her, almost painfully. She hasn't felt any warmth or good-natured humor from his stance, only a silent and sad need for comfort. Before she could react the moment was over. Dante untangled himself from her and immediately marched towards the Urizen tree.
Beatrice didn’t like the flash of determined but pained look on his face. It was the look she knew almost too well. 
It was the look of a person who is about to commit atrocity in the name of duty.
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“Dammit, Vergil, did you see the size of that thing?!” Beatrice turned to him excitedly, wildly gesticulating with her hands.
Vergil watched her with barely contained amusement, already used to her antics.
“You were so amazing!” She beamed at this and wrapped her arms around him in the heat of a moment, squeezing him tightly.
Vergil froze. He couldn’t remember when he’s been held like this, touched without murderous intention. For those brief seconds he couldn’t bring himself to react, to push her away, stab her, scold her or, lord forbid, return the embrace.
Beatrice loosened her arm around him when she noticed how stiff he was. “Verge? Are you alright? You know I’m not gonna hurt you, so no need to stab me.” She tried to joke her way out of it, but when Vergil kept silent she slowly, as if not to alert him, started to let go.
“It’s not that.” He blurted, his mind scrambling for words, he didn’t know why he bothered to explain himself, but there was something about her, something that allowed him to let his guard down just a little bit.
“It’s just that...it has been a long time since I...I’ve been touched in this...casual manner.” Vergil cleared his throat, hoping she didn’t notice the slight tremor in his voice.
Wishful thinking, she looked at him with sympathetic eyes, eyebrows scrunched with pity and Vergil wished to be anywhere but there. He didn’t want her sympathy nor anyone else's. He doesn’t need her, doesn’t…
“Oh, Vergil…” She whispered and enveloped him in her arms again.
For a while, they just stood there. Beatrice hugging him tenderly and him awkwardly staring at her shoulder. Vergil felt her warmth, smelled the sweet scent of her hair, despite both of them being covered in grime and demon gore, and her arms, still as strong in their hold as before, as if she’s willing to just stand in this dark, grimm void as the time passed around them for all eternity, until she was certain he had enough of her warmth. 
Beatrice didn’t hear him pull yamato out of its sheath, which was a good sign, but she also didn’t feel him move or say anything which...she didn’t know how to decipher. Vergil was bloody hard to talk to, she still couldn’t believe that he consented for them to travel together. Maybe he really doesn’t like to be touched. Not everyone is so starved for affection and protection as she is…
Is what she thought until she felt Vergil slowly pressing his forehead to her shoulder. The arm is still holding the yamato, placing itself on her waist. Beatrice smiled to herself as the blue devil little by little pressed himself closer, closer still until they were both squeezing the grief and loneliness out of each other.
And for the first time in her life, Beatrice felt the alien feeling of content settle in her heart.
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“That bastard called me a deadweight!!!” An angry roar echoed around piles of rubble. Nero paced furiously from one side to the other. One hand clenching in a tight fist while the other one was running through his hair. Beatrice watched him quietly from the sideways hands folded on her chest. He needed a time to vent first before he was able to listen to anyones words, that much haven’t changed since his younger years. She understood why he was angry. It wasn’t just the words that got to him. Despite his words, Nero respected and admired Dante, even moreso than her, so being cast away like this was painful kick to the heart. Not to mention Nero’s sensitivity to rejection, something he haven’t got rid off since his earlier years in orphanage. Damn you, Dante. She knew why he did this. It was the same situation like all those years back with her. He wanted to push him away to protect him, to make Nero hate him so if something happened he wouldn’t blame himself. A shitty technique Dante used everytime someone got too close to him. It didn’t even solve anything for anyone, just made things worse. She learned that the hard way. It was only because she recognized Dante’s true intentions and then stubbornly refused to leave him, that the two of them stayed together for this long. The woman let out annoyed sigh. Dante was a mess when it came to his relatives, but what could one want from a man whose life was mostly marked by blood, steel and gunpowder. Nero wasn’t much better. The only reason why he was still stomping around here and not towards the demonic tree was because he knew she would drag him back until he’s calmed down. V’s eyes nervously danced from her to Nero. From the piece of concrete she sat him on, he looked worse then ever. Heavy, labored breaths raked his narrow ribcage and his entire body trembled. He looked like he was about to pass out. She knew they don’t have much time, but sending her devil-boy like this into fray would do more harm then good. V opened his mouth to speak, possibly to calm Nero, but Bice raised her hand in sign for him to be quiet and walked towards the agitated Sparda. Nero was still pacing angrily, his body language growing more aggresive by the second. When she finally caught up with him she caught the words like “dead to me” and “worthless piece of-”, she wasn’t sure if those words were adressed to him or Dante. Bice placed her hand on the boy’s arm when suddenly, a fist flew past her face. The only reason she didn’t get punched in the face was thanks to her quick reflexes. When Nero realized what he had done, a horror flashed in his eyes. “fuck, I-I didn’t mean to…” Nero took a step back, scared and lost, all the emotions laying bare on his face. Beatrice could see it all. “I…c-can’t do anything right!” Head bowed, both hands now clenched so furiously they were trembling and face scrunched in a pained grimace. Beatrice knew Nero was tried to process all of these overwhelming emotions by himself and was slowly losing the battle. “I’m so sorry.” “I’m so…so sorry!” All the turnmoil in his face accumulated in his eyes as they started dangerously glisten. A small involuntarily sob escaped him and Nero buried his face in his hands shame and anger. Curled up like this, he looked just like that little boy clinging to her shirt when the kids in school called him a freak, when Fortuna Defense Forces repeatedly rejected his application or when Credo died. He put on a brave face for everybody, but once he was alone… Nero felt gentle but firm hands clasping his wrists away from his face. He still kept his head down though, too ashamed to show Beatrice, of all people, just how weak he was. But she didn’t let him, she never allowed sadness to cloud his mind and helplessness to weigh on his back. She lifted his head by the finger under his chin and looked in his face. Slowly, he peeled his eyes open, too embarassed to look her in the eyes. He was met with warm golden gaze of his guardian. No judgement in  them, never in those eyes. Her hands framed his face, thumbs wiping away few stray tears that escaped his eyes. At that moment, Nero felt like those palms are the only things that hold him together. “Feeling sad, lonely or frustrated doesn’t make you weak.” He stared at Bice as she gave him a gentle smile. “It makes you human.” Nero let her arms wrap around as his face buried in her collarbone. As he listened to her steady heartbeat, he felt the strong pair of arms squeezed him strongly, as if trying to wring out the stress out of him. As they stood there together, a pair of intense green eyes watched them curiously. There was something about this woman that felt familiar, it burned in the back of his mind but as soon as he tried to chase the memory, it disappeared. A human, hm?
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jesterglitch · 3 months
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Hello? Devil may cry!
I wanna do a Devil May Cry RP inspired by the Black Bird manga. Kinda. It’s set after Devil May Cry 5, maybe a year or two after the game.
My OC is part a cursed bloodline where the women of the family have almost magical powers. That if a demons or any supernatural creature drinks or eats from her body they can get a power boot but demons either wanna kill to eat her or kidnap her to breed her to have power spawns.
Dante is contacted to protect the her from demons but because of issues of money and being part of the kicked out side of the family. It means they have to be alone in the middle of nowhere in a forest. For three months straight during demon mating season when it’s the worst time. Only to get visits from her mother to bring supplies and check up on them as she is working to get the money to fund Dante’s stay and to feed them.
I’m hoping to have fun and explore ideas, to SFW to NSFW stuff.
I’ll play my OC and her mom and you’ll play Dante and any other character we might bring in. Message me and we can figure out something.
It’s been a while since I RP with someone and I’ve been only on AI RP for a few months but was told to get off because of shit. I hope we can figure something out but be patient please, I’m dyslexic and can’t spell and autistic too.
I plan to RP on discord. I hope this is all ok.
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Masterlist: We the Doomed (Devil May Cry)
A/n: this story is a WIP, and chapters will be linked here when they are done. Please enjoy.
No Minors Allowed!!
Summary: Strange things were happening to Clara, but when were they not? For as long as she could remember, devils flocked to her. Scared and on her own, she has no idea why or what they want her for, only that they won't stop until she is theirs.
Her sudden run-in with the Devil Hunter answers certain questions about herself that she wishes never came to light.
Chapters:
[One - The Queen]
[Two - The Knight]
[Three - Trechorous Sunset]
[Four - Welcome to the Madhouse]
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binar-es · 1 year
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Thoughts of a Lone Man
Warnings: Dante having problems processing feelings and his Knight friend helping him process through it.
Process takes time.
"So you knew, but never told me."
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Devil May Cry was quiet, with Dante, Lady and Trish away on a job in Fortuna, the knight had time to clean the place. It was cleaner than last time, considering with every visit she would take time to teach Dante something. A trade they agreed to, he tells her what goes on in his life for the time she was gone, and she would do the same and teach him about how to do things, so he didn’t need to rely on the repairman for easy fixes.
Patty visited in the afternoon and helped the knight dust the place, as well as humoring the knight with a bit of their time with tea dante kept safe in one of his cleaner cupboards, before she left to return home.
The sun had just set when the door opened and Dante, with Trish in tow, entered the building.
“A success, I’m guessing.”
“Yep!”, the man hops to his chair and props his feet up. Trish puts back the Sparda in its place before she heads up to give the two space to talk. “Saved the island from some creepy cult around my father.”
“So I’ve heard.”, the knight hummed, “But I have an inkling you’re not—“
“I met a kid.”, this made the knight purse her mouth shut, “He.. reminds me of Vergil. Heck he looks like Vergil, with how hard he’s frowning.”, he jokes, “Has a lot of anger issues, I’ll tell ya!”
The knight smiled as she cleaned her hand, before her expression changed, “You told him?”
“Nope, but I left Yamato with him. Let him have what remained of his father.”, She hummed and approached the table and sat next to him.
“How about you?”, Dante looks at the knight in question, a brow raised, “You just learned you now have a nephew. How do you feel?”
“Honestly?”, he looked down, “I don’t know.”, Dante whispered. “I’m happy? Is that even the right word?”
“Happy is a way to put it.”, she hums, staring at him with great sincerity. The man tried to make himself look cool by interacting with her while holding a magazine, but his eyes shook with emotion.
The Spardas may be dysfunctional and often butt heads when they could, but there was one thing they would agree on – the way they hide their emotions. Dante would tell him about how brooding his brother was, all to protect his human heart, even go so far as to discard it for his demonic heritage. Dante? Anyone knew all his big gigs always revolved around his heritage as the Son of the Traitor Sparda, sprinkled with ‘my brother did this to gain power’, however this is new.
His brother was not present (how could he, he’s dead, in hell, he’s the last Sparda, right?), but his son was. Having to have a first taste of carrying the burden of a Sparda unknowingly, all the while saving the world. A trend that seemed to span across two generations already.
“Take your time to process.”, she comes closer, arms extended, until Dante finally welcomes it, albeit not saying anything. He could push her away if he wanted to and she wouldn’t feel offended.
“I’m… I dunno.”, Dante sighed as he put down the magazine and leaned into the embrace. “This might take a bit to sink in.”, he mutters, which got a soft chuckle from the Knight.
“Take all the time in the world. I’ll wait.”
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"It just wasn't my place to tell you. I'm not a Sparda. I am merely here to offer the best help I can give, which is an advice for you three — Talk. Anything, just clear the air, create space. Your usual banters might seem offensive to the eyes of a stranger, but to us, we know this is how you try to communicate, no matter how hard it is. You three are trying, that's all that matters."
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almaadst · 8 months
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DMC commission for @kittifer (´∀`)♡ Vergil, Dante, her OC Anna, and kitty Voodoo 💖 I love when you give me the opportunity to play with shading more (≧∀≦) Also I love doing two-panel illustrations like this! I think it adds more to storytelling! And this option has -a 10% discount on my commissions! so you know *wink*wink* Other: Commission info DMC: Reunion Dante and Asteria
PLEASE DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT MY or OWNER PERMISSION
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mothchimeart · 4 months
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My, my those eyes like fire / I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
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katunei999 · 1 month
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Sleeping Headcanons:
*cuddly sleepers *both struggled to adjust at first but got used to it *a lot of messy hair/hair in mouth situations *Dante literally can't fall asleep quickly without her *He's too used to hearing her heartbeat and the silence without her makes him itch *He swirls little patterns on her skin, which Olive is weak for
*Olive hates the cold and Dante is like a live-in heater *She will snuggle like her life depends on it *When she sleeps alone, she tends to fall out the bed *she sometimes traces familiar scars on his body like she remembers them better than he does, and feels comforted because he's so familiar to her *Feeling the rise and fall of his chest is very soothing to her, she focuses on that when she's anxious and it helps
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dedarachnid · 1 year
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First art post
Now, this is obviously gonna be confusing for a lot of you, but don't worry, I'll provide an explanation
So basically, this is an crossover AU between DMC and the Backrooms
Here, you can see Dante as a Partygoer and my DMC OC Levi as a Partypooper , along with their children
I will leave links to my OC's bio along with his and Dante's children's bio so you can know understand what this is all about
And also, yes, I ship my OC with Dante lol
Levi's bio :
Lumiere and Fonce's bio :
If you want to explore more of Dante and Levi's relationship, here's a link to my DMC folder on DeviantArt ( yes I still use that because I want to and spoiler alert, most of them is bad because I drew them when I was a dumb little kid lol ) : Devil May Cry by SasoriAkimadesu on @DeviantArt
https://www.deviationart.com/gallery
And here's where you read up what the AU is all about :
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actuallysaiyan · 1 year
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The Girl Who Came To Stay; Chapter Three: Tulips
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Author: @actuallysaiyan Word Count: 3,089 Summary: With Dante under Mina's trance, he makes a move on the unsuspecting Briar. After an eventful first kiss, Briar and Dante find the small cabin that Mina was staying in. They both realize just what a life she had, and it makes them reconsider hunting her. Still, they need to find her and Vergil, so they decide to ultimately come together to find the pair...and boy, do they come together. Warnings: Dante x Briar(OC), mentions of drugs, smoking, drinking, kissing, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex(fem receiving) Author’s Note: Briar's drug habit had meant to be something more in this story, but it fell to the wayside when we continued writing the story. You can still observe her self-destructive behavior as the chapters keep going though.
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Briar continues trekking into the forest, not really sure what to expect now. She wonders if either Vergil or Dante have come into contact with the devil. The scent of leather had been so strong earlier, but now it seems to have dissipated. She takes a moment to check out her surroundings, making sure that there are no animals coming for her this time. Before she even has time to make a move, she sees Dante coming from the opposite direction. 
“Did you get her?” Briar asks, hands on her hips. Dante doesn’t even seem to register what she just said. He’s getting closer and closer, and once he gets face to face with her, he’s pushing her up against a tree.
“What the fuck is your problem?” He shuts her up with a heated kiss, making her breathless within moments.
She knows she should push him off of her, but it feels so good to have his lips pressed against hers. His tongue swipes against her bottom lip, making her feel like she’s floating. He’s so much older than her and he’s so incredibly gorgeous, there’s no way this is actually happening right now. When their tongues roll against one another, Briar lets out a quiet moan. Through her lust filled haze, she manages to push him off of her.
“What the hell, Dante? You can’t just kiss me like that.” Her lips are still tingling and her heart is pounding in her chest.
“You smell so good.” Dante groans as he pushes her back up against the tree. Briar doesn’t have much willpower to push him off again.
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His lips kiss a wet trail from her lips to her neck. When he nips at the tender flesh, she feels a wave of arousal wash over her. He’s warm and his aftershave smells incredible. It’s almost intoxicating. His hands slide up her waist, going straight to her tits. He squeezes them, earning a whimper from her.
“Fuck, wait…” Briar breathes out between wet kisses. Dante isn’t paying attention to anything she’s saying. He’s about to tear open her shirt when she notices how his eyes are glowing. She pushes him off of her, and she walks away from him.
Anger builds up within her. She had told him to be careful. The devil was going to probably use any means necessary to seduce him, and it’s no surprise that the devil chose to make Dante feel this way. Briar wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and she spits on the ground. A feeling of guilt fills her up. He wasn’t even acting on his own free will. There’s a moment before he seems to start snapping out of his trance.
“Good going, Romeo. You blew it.” Briar scolds, crossing her arms over her chest.
Dante looks at her, and he sees just how puffy and red her lips are. There’s a bit of lipstick smeared on her face, and when he wipes his own mouth, he notices that there are the same traces of lipstick on his knuckles. So, he had been seduced by the devil. It’s not a big deal, he’ll just play it cool.
“Come on, baby. You can’t tell me you didn’t like that.” He prays that she can’t hear his words wavering a little.
Briar’s cheeks heat up, “Shut up. You still fucked up.” She begins walking in the direction of where Vergil had last been seen going.
Dante is quick to follow her, his heart racing. He can’t stop thinking about how good she smells and how she felt so good under him. She’s not a tiny woman by any means, but he still can tower over her. Though he’s only known her for so long, he has come to find some sort of attachment to her. 
Briar is angry, not really sure how to deal with such a barrage of emotions. She walks a little faster so she doesn’t have to be so close to him. The smell of him still lingers in the air and on her clothes, and she absolutely hates just how dizzy it’s making her. She has to take a moment to squeeze her thighs at one point, making note of just how wet she got from only those kisses. She can’t even look at him now. She’s mortified to know just how much all of this has had an effect on her.
‘It’s only because of the devil. That’s the only reason why I can be feeling this way. I don’t even know him.’
They happen upon a cabin in the woods, and Dante frowns at the sight of it. Briar looks around the small area, and she realizes just how sad this is. It’s a tiny little place, barely a place to call home at all.
“He really had her live in this small shit shack?” Briar asks in disbelief. She runs a hand through her hair, pulling it from her eyes.
“I knew that guy looked like an asshole, but this is just beyond unfair.”
Briar looks up at Dante, “I agree. I can’t say everything in life has been easy, but I can’t imagine living my life in a place like this.”
They both walk closer to the cabin, opening the door cautiously and peering inside. It’s even worse inside. Dante grumbles something under his breath, and they are both just appalled at how depressing all of this is.
“I wonder what could have caused her to be driven away into the forest like this.” Briar ponders, walking further into the room. She’s inspecting the things left behind. It’s not much, but just a few things needed to live a life here. An old dish towel, a rusted cauldron that’s left in the hearth, and a worn-out broom. Other things of the same nature rest in their spots, left unattended in a rush.
“Why did he just let everyone believe she had been killed by the devil? And since he did let everyone believe that, why didn’t he just leave with her?” Dante frowns at the thought of this man leaving his only daughter to rot in this forest.
“Cause guys like that don’t care. People don’t care, at all. That’s just the way it is. You can’t spend your whole life wondering if you could have done something for these people because they never change.” Briar finally manages to spit out, a little surprised by her own rantings.
She looks down at her feet, sighing angrily. She’s not going to get the money for this job. How could she even go after such a sad person? As much as she’s upset with the farmer, killing him wasn’t going to do any good. She feels so dissatisfied with the experience. Another loss, another day’s pay gone down the drain. She’s a hypocrite to tell Dante not to feel anything for this girl. Briar almost feels personally responsible for how this ordeal ended.
“We should look for Vergil.” Briar finally declares. Dante looks over at her, and he’s conflicted with himself right now.
She exits the cabin, not looking back to see if he was following her. She doesn’t even need to stay with him or even look for Vergil at all. She can leave them both here if she wants to. That would give her time to try and score another job. Or to get home and try to get some much-needed rest.
A wave of nausea washes over her, and she’s clutching her stomach. She feels the world wobbling all around her. In that one moment, there’s a great shame. Briar would do anything to make sure that Dante never figures out about her little addiction. He doesn’t need to know about it. But if she doesn’t get another hit soon, she’s going to lose her cool.
“Look, you go on ahead. I’m going to wait here in case they get back.” She lies, but he can see the forced smile on her face. He knows she’s being dishonest, but he’s not sure why she would be.
“Fine. I’m going to go look for him.” 
When he’s out of sight, she ducks into the tiny cabin. It’s colder here now, but she feels a layer of sweat on her skin. Quickly, she digs into one of the pockets of her jacket and she pulls out a small vial. With one last glance at the closed door, she brings the substance to her nose and inhales. The reaction is so sudden and intense, she needs a moment before she can get to her feet. She stays sitting on the ground for a good ten minutes before she finally stands up.
She finds Dante quickly, and he seems upset about something. But when he turns to look at her, their eyes lock in a sensual gaze. Briar looks away shyly, not really sure how to feel about this. It makes her squeeze her thighs together again, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her.
“I think he left with her.” Dante says. Briar walks over to him, her hand bumping up against his. 
“What makes you say that?” Briar inquires, pulling her hand away. Once more, she’s looking away, not being able to meet his gaze. 
“I just can’t sense him. He’s not here and it doesn’t seem like she’s here either.”
Briar throws her hands up in the air and lets out a loud string of curses. “You’ve got to be kidding me? Well, you know what? He’s not going to get paid for this either. None of us are, because we technically haven’t taken care of the problem.”
Dante smirks, “You’re too wound up. Come on, let’s get some drinks and we can talk about this.”
When they get back to the city, Briar drives them back to her apartment. It’s a small place, but it’s littered in all kinds of old movie posters and concert memorabilia. Dante’s impressed with the decor, he spends a lot of time checking out the old movie props.
“Look, I’m gonna take a shower. You sit tight.” Briar tells him, and she bites her lip suggestively. She can’t help flirting with him now. The whole way back to the city, they acted like friends who had known each other for so long. Though they mostly talked about what had happened(though avoiding talking about the kiss), they tried to come up with a plan to get to Vergil and the devil.
He made her laugh, which was cute. It made her heart skip a beat when she could make him laugh. She thinks about all of this as she washes herself in the shower. The water is scalding hot and the room is filled with steam. It lets her fantasize about how good it felt to be kissed by Dante today.
Once she’s all dried off and dressed and ready to go, she finds Dante in the living room. He smirks when he sees her, loving the way that tight little dress hugs her curves. She rolls her eyes at his reaction, but she is a little flattered. She knows she looks good, that’s why she dresses like this.
“Ready to go, Romeo? Or are you going to just kiss me again?” Briar taunts, and Dante is quick to get up from the couch. Her smirk falters when she realizes just how much taller he is than her. 
“Is that a threat? Cause I can make that a reality for you.” 
She turns from him, her cheeks a little pink. Already he’s got this effect on her. Briar ignores him and she grabs her boots from the closet. When she’s finally ready, that’s when she turns to face him. With the added height from the platforms, she’s easily almost as tall as him.
“Since you’re the one who got seduced, you need to buy the drinks.”
The walk to the bar isn’t long, and Dante finds himself charmed by this woman. She’s tough, sarcastic and has huge tits. How could he not be attracted to her? She’s literally everything he could ask for in a woman. The way she acts much too cool for him has him completely weak. He knows there’s a sweet person inside of her, he saw it today.
They both grab a drink from the bar and make their way to an unoccupied table. There’s a moment of silence as they sip their drinks. Briar feels a little nervous, so she pulls out her pack of cigarettes. Dante watches as she brings one to her lips and lights it up.
“You want one?” She offers him the pack, but he declines. “Yeah, I’ve tried to quit so many times.” She laughs a raspy laugh and feels a little more at ease. He can’t keep his eyes off of her.
Briar realizes what this means for them. She’s attracted to him, and he’s attracted to her. After what happened today, there’s no denying this attraction. They haven’t known each other for that long, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing if she slept with him. Though, she knows she runs the risk of being dissatisfied once more.
“Dante, I like you. I really want to fuck you, but I’ve just been burned in the past. No guy has ever been able to make me cum,” Briar finally admits.
Dante smirks, “Baby, you know I’m no ordinary man. I promise, I can make you feel really good.”
“We’ll just see about that.”
“Oh Dante! Oh fuck yes!” Briar cries out, clutching the sheets beneath her. She looks down at him between her thighs, lapping happily at her arousal. She’s almost lost count how many times she’s cum already.
“Didn’t I tell you, baby? I can make you feel good.” Dante says in a teasing tone. His warm tongue drags against her slit, circling her clit twice before pulling away. She’s begging for him to come back to her, but he just laughs.
“Already so addicted to me and I haven’t even fucked your sweet little pussy.” She groans at his words. How is he this cocky? Certainly, nobody can be this cocky. Her hips buck up, and he’s quick to hold her down.
His fingers come down to her tight hole, and he shivers when he feels just how tight and warm she is. He gathers some of her juices and uses it to coat his erect cock. She looks up at him from the bed, practically already fucked out.
“You’re so cute, baby. I knew you’d feel better once you let me make you cum.” 
She gasps when he pushes his cock into her. Her walls spasm around him, and he grunts. It’s a lot tighter than he was expecting. She’s clinging to him when he starts up a quick pace, and they kiss hungrily. When he pulls away, he looks deeply into her eyes. Her pupils are blown wide with adoration.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”
Dante grabs her legs, pushing them closer to her chest. He’s so much deeper inside of her now, and she’s whimpering as he goes faster with his pace. Her hands come up to cup her breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples. Dante leans in to kiss her again, and when he pulls away, he’s not surprised to feel her nails digging into his back.
“Fuck, you’re huge.” She moans, and he’s feeling smug about it. He thrusts into her harder, making her cry out.
Her nails rake down his back the faster he pumps into her, and all the dirty little things she wants to say to him turn into moans and pleas to cum. She feels so close to that sweet release already. Her back arches off the bed, but he’s got her pinned down pretty good at this point that she can’t move much. Her hands trail down his back to his ass, cupping it and digging her nails into the muscles there.
“Fuck yes! I’m cumming!” She whines, her walls clenching around him so tightly. He slams himself into her over and over, making her cum so hard.
Her vision cuts to static as the first wave washes over her, her whole body trembling as his name falls from her lips. Dante watches as she comes undone, just for him. He wanted to prove to her that he could make her cum, and he was quite successful with his attempt. He struggles to keep his breathing under control as her sweet little pussy milks him so good. He pulls out of her, holding his cock at the base. 
In a lust filled haze, Briar gets up on her knees on the bed and takes his cock into her hand. He groans when he feels her plump lips wrapping around the head. Her hands stroke the rest of his cock, making his hips rock in time with her movements. His hand tangles in her hair as his balls tighten. A few more strokes, and he’s spilling his seed down her throat with a string of curses falling from his lips.
She continues to suck on his cock well past his orgasm, making him whine and whimper. She pulls off of him, smirking at him when she sits back on her knees. Briar hates to admit it, but he’s the best lover she’s ever had. There’s no way she’ll actually say it outloud, but she’s happy she invited him back over to her place after they finished having their drinks at the bar.
He lays back on the bed, and she settles in next to him. Neither of them get any closer, but he has his hand on her, caressing her gently. She flashes him a genuine smile, and he can see just how happy she is. It makes him feel so proud. But he also feels his attachment to her growing, and while it is exciting, it’s a little frightening at the same time.
“Well, you were right.” Briar admits as she sits up, she digs around in her purse for her pack of smokes. She opens the window next to her bed and lights up the cigarette. 
“Of course I was right. I totally rocked your world, babe.” He looks up at her from the bed. 
She’s quick to ash out her smoke, missing the warmth she was getting from him. Once she’s back on the bed, she doesn’t hesitate to get a little closer to him. With her hand on his chest, she kisses him sweetly.
“Yeah. You did.”
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