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ꪆ Dante helped you stretch in more ways than one. Laying on mats, your legs straight in knees lifted up by his firm grip around your ankles, fingers of other hand diving between your thighs to stretch your insides. Or spreading your legs to your limits with his strong arms, mouth hovering over your core ready to eat you out to distract you from pain of stretching.

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🪽 — Something kinky

🪽 — Something silly

🪽 — Last blog ⏪

To anon: I know you said dmc5 i’m sorry!!! I just LOVEEE dante4, dmc4 is my favorite game. I can’t help it. But everything else I tried to include!!!

Dante had brought up marriage a few times, but a wedding was way out of reach even if you were to combine your assets. Hell, you were both living day to day, paycheck to paycheck. Every penny he got was spent on the bills. Sometimes you resented him for it but you’d remember that before you moved into Devil May Cry, Dante didn’t give a damn if the light was on or if he could run a hot bath. Having a man who was chronically miserable until he met you change his ways was enough to draw you in. Even then… You still had dreams of a traditional wedding, both of you dressed in white, silk drapes, warm candles and wine on each table.

But you would never want to pick between a breathtaking reception or the life you have now, because each moment you spent in this run down shop with Dante was one you'd treasure forever. Whether or not you threw a party.

Today was a tad different. Dante came home to find his sofa empty, the seat behind his desk? Also empty. But there were still traces of you everywhere. A blanket draped over the sofa, that desk chair slightly displaced, and the scent of your body wash lingering in the air. You had just taken a shower, Dante called home earlier that evening letting you know to get ‘dressed up all pretty’ for dinner tonight. You assumed it would be another trip to Bullseye Bar which he’s been visiting somewhere in Red Grave since he was in his twenties, but he had something else planned.

“So didya’ get dressed, hun?” He shouted from below the bedroom while getting settled in. For a moment he paused to listen for any sign that you were home at all, he could’ve very well been talking to himself but then you replied.

You were in the bathroom, washing your face in the sink while you waited for your damp scalp to dry, although standing around in a foggy room probably wasn’t helping speed up the process much. “I’m about ready to go!” Your voice finally broke the silence. Even when divided by a flight of stairs and a few inches of drywall Dante couldn’t help but blush. He covered his face as if you could see him, ‘Get it together! You’re in your thirties blushin’ over a pretty lady…’, he thought to himself while shaking away that tingly feeling in his chest.

“I’ll wait for ya’ right here!” He replied while shifting around in that old desk chair, pushing his hair back and staring at the roughed up leather on the toes of his boots. Dante never thought he’d settle down, fighting monsters wasn’t exactly an occupation that made the ladies swoon. By the time he’d turned 22, he sort of just accepted that he had rotten luck with women, most would look his way, some would approach him, but not many would stick around. Sure he was a handsome guy but that little detail was the catch. Y’know, having to tell a babe that you have demonic heritage might make you seem like some stuck up asshole or a crazed freak. He was tall, a face sculpted by a very generous god, and not to mention he was pretty well endowed. The women he’d been with in his past would always say he’s ‘too good to be true’, and in a sense they were right. He’d never wanted to date. Feelings would linger here and there, but he made sure to never lead a girl on because well… Love like this, like what he had with you, would’ve cost them their lives.

Now that he had you in his life though, that all changed rather quickly. A girl who knew how to handle a few pesky demons? Not only did he find your fighting spirit sexy, but you were the perfect partner when it came to your priorities. You were all for taking it slow, not only in your relationship but with life in general. You being a pizza enthusiast was just a plus.

While he lounged around in the living room, he’d already come up with a plan to surprise you. He took the contents of that tiny paper bag he carried home and stuck it in his coat pocket, hoping that the hug he planned on giving you once he saw you wouldn’t spoil the surprise.

“Dante! I’m ready!” You panted out while storming downstairs to see him sitting behind his desk. He seemed fidgety but his eyes never left yours. Dante was practically smiling ear to ear, the way you had dressed so casually for such a special occasion was slightly endearing. While getting ready you were probably expecting a little trip to the tavern like you’d done almost every weekend for the last few years.

“Oh, baby I know I told ya’ to get pretty but I was expecting a dress or somethin—well, not that ya’ aren’t pretty without the clothes… Y’know what, I’ll shut up, let’s go,” Dante’s face went red in an instant, realizing he’d just made an innuendo when this night was supposed to be all about romance. You caught onto his nerves and decided it might be better to go along with his silly plan than to make him worry any longer.

“Are we going somewhere nice?! You didn’t tell me! I'll go change!” You instantly ran back up the stairs, feeling slightly rushed now that Dante had gotten out of his chair and was standing at the stairs waiting for you. But you refused to be dressed down in such a fancy place—hell you didn’t even know where you were headed, but if Dante wanted you all dressed up you’d oblige no matter the occasion!

Dante shook his head and stood in that room in silence once again, one foot perched up on the first step in anticipation. He was being way too obvious, there’s no way you didn’t know he had something special planned. Part of him still clung onto the fact that fine dining was uncharacteristic of him and hoped you weren’t expecting a thing. He had never sat down at a candlelit table with a white tablecloth, neither have you… Yeah, works out fine! You won’t expect anything! He stood there hyping himself up for what felt like ages before you finally came back down. The sound of heels tapping against hardwood caught his attention and snapped him out of those nervous thoughts.

“Okay, I'm seriously ready this time!” You spoke with a tinge of determination in your voice. It was nice to see Dante without a giant sword on his back or an arsenal of guns in his waistband, he looked put together, his hair effortlessly falling over his face, that beard neatly trimmed after months of neglect, and his boots were polished, despite the scuffs on the toes and heels they were still his boots.

He’d been slightly distant today, almost secretive. He left the house early that afternoon but it seemed he wasn’t headed to work. He wore his nice black and red coat instead of that old torn up coat from his twenties that made him look like a vampire. He didn’t tell you where he was headed but promised he’d be safe, halfway through his trip into town he called you on a pay phone. He didn’t let the phone ring though, he left a quick five second message because god knows he wouldn’t spend a dime at a pay phone.

You had excused it though, maybe for a few hours you were grumpy he’d made you stay home instead of letting you accompany him, especially on a nice spring weekend, but once that voice message came through you forgot all about those pesky thoughts.

“Ya’ look… hmm… breathtakin’!” He chuckled to himself and took your hand in his. Rough, calloused, not much different from yours since you were a hard worker yourself. Your heart fluttered the same way it did every time he held you like this, with tender care despite that catchy title he carried. He was your boyfriend, not a demon hunter anymore, not now while in your hands. Dante led you toward the front door, unlatching it and swinging it open with a nod of his head, “C’mon!”

You followed, stepping outside and down those three concrete steps. A cool gust of wind tickled your shoulders and sent a little shiver up your spine. Once Dante caught up he had instinctively started to tear off his coat to offer to you, but then tried to play it cool, realizing that the gift he had for you was still in his coat pocket and he couldn’t let you find out. Maybe letting you wear pants and a t-shirt would’ve kept you slightly warmer tonight, but he had to go forth. Couldn’t let one little thing fuck up this date he had planned.

Living near Red Grave City had one perk, only one. Even though the outskirts were much sketchier than the city itself, riddled with disease and demons, the night scene was pretty lively. Not seedy or overly crowded in the sense you expected before moving into town, but in the sense that if you went outside you’d probably run into a friend at a bar or come across a speakeasy downtown. Plus, a river ran through both sides of town, parallel to the other. One was in the next city, probably contaminated with something that’d wreck havoc on your liver—But the other was well decorated and rather tidy. You could find folks down by the docks, having homemade lunches atop picnic tables, on the weekends gondolas would float down the water, restaurants and shops lined the riverside.

Dante was taking you there, to the riverside restaurant you always seemed curious about when you two would go out on a job or just wandering around downtown, hell maybe he’d take you shopping. Nice cars would pull up to this place, the valet was always booked full of expensive cars, Corvettes or Cadillacs, it seemed like a place for people from out of town. No local would go to such a place in their right mind, but Dante knew. He knew this place was out of reach, experiencing something you two considered a luxury would be peak romance.

Walking to the restaurant meant you got to skip to the valet but you’d be lying if you didn’t stop to stare at the cars on the curb. Fancy looking rides of all varieties lined the valet line. Dante’s arm is wrapped around your waist, and once you make it through those doors you sort of realize that even after changing into spiffy new clothes, you both stood out like a sore thumb in a room full of higher class folk. But Dante didn’t let you pay it any mind. He didn’t want you to think for even a moment that you didn’t look your best.

“This place looks way nicer from the outside,” He whispered, having a feeling you’d agree.

“Yeah, turns out I don’t have the best taste—Dante? Do you think they have chicken tenders?” All you could do was laugh, making light of the way you two had dressed and talked like a couple of commoners, also reminiscing on all those times you begged him to go inside while still dressed in your disgusting work clothes.

“God—Babe! I can’t letcha’ eat chicken tenders at a place that charged me a fee for making a reservation!” He hushed you before stepping up to the host’s counter, various young ladies greeted you both and in a short moment led you to your table. It was already set, a bouquet in a porcelain vase rested atop a white tablecloth along with a couple of wine glasses, not to mention the assortment of stainless steel utensils.

“There ain’t any pictures of the food on the menu… How am I supposed to know what to eat?!” He sighed. You and Dante had sat and stared at that menu for what felt like forever, the server was starting to get annoyed and had absolutely caught onto the fact that neither of you knew what you were doing in a place like this. Once you finally placed your orders you both indulged in a bit more wine than the average person could handle. You ate every bit of food on that plate, and Dante… He had sucked the bones on his land chops completely dry.

Dante’s nerves had certainly settled after a few drinks, and you just couldn’t seem to quit smiling and laughing at everything he said. In a room full of wealthy nit picky assholes, you probably sounded like a pack of hyenas. Your dinner service seemed to end quicker than anyone else’s, food was dropped off, plates and glasses were also picked up within the same hour. It was clear they wanted you both gone, but neither of you cared. Dante reluctantly paid the tab and led you outside. Both of you were still tipsy and decided to wander around town. It was a great night, spring time is when all the couples came out. You could find groups at patio tables, bars, on trails holding bouquets and gift bags. But Dante being the humble man he was decided he’d take you somewhere simple.

The shopping idea from before was thrown out the window, he’d already spent a few hundred bucks on dinner alone, and you were well aware of it even though he hid the check from you. You didn’t mind either, you were both humble souls and couldn’t fathom going to designer stores. You both decided that a nice walk through the gardens and toward the river docks would do. Once you both started on your walk you felt some kind of intimate tension in the air. His arm was wrapped around your body, hand resting on your waist.

“Dante? What’s the special occasion? We have literally never done something like this together…” You spoke gently, your eyes glued to the ground. For a while you thought maybe it was your anniversary? But he was almost six months early to celebrate your next special day as a couple, and it wasn’t even your birthday either.

“Uhh—You just looked extra cute in bed this morning and decided a cute lady needed to go on a nice date with her equally-as-cute boyfriend.” He playfully flipped his hair at you and turned to see your face. He froze for a second and was scared to nudge you any further. Your face was scrunched up, he almost thought you were on the verge of tears. But out of nowhere you burst into little giggles and laughter. You loved how corny and sweet Dante was and always tried to be.

“Oh god—you just… You're ridiculous!” Even with eyes overflowing with tears and the interruption of laughter, You still looked gorgeous to him. Even while sprawled out over bedsheets, half nude, your face probably covered in drool. He stood there while you composed yourself and just stared in complete awe. He had never felt this way about anyone else… He didn’t want to ruin things, he didn’t want to get you hurt, that’s why he’d waited so long to finally take you out and finally ask for you to marry him.

Everything surrounding you was out of focus, he was looking only at you. Dante usually tried too hard to make you laugh, but this time he seriously got you laughing. This morning you woke up barely dressed after a long night of sex, pizza, and movie binge watching, if anything he was the good looking one. But in Dante’s eyes, seeing you in his bed every morning, all domestic and his was the highlight of his day.

“Quit laughing! I’m serious—ahem… I’m serious!” He stood there all sassy looking, hands on his hips. Once Dante repeated himself you tried to quit the giggling and finally stood up straight, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes. You quickly apologized and saw how he stood awkwardly, almost looking like he regrets saying anything at all. You immediately moved to comfort him, stepping forward to wrap your arms around him but he shoved you backward with wide eyes in the same moment. The ring, that diamond ring he got you was still in his pocket.

“Are you seriously mad at me?!”

“God! No babe, I just… Just follow me, I’ll make it worth your while.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you further down the trail, face bright red, his pointed ears turning a blushy pink as well. For a second you wanted to snap back and ask questions but just as quickly as you opened your mouth to retort, you shut it. He led you past a few flowered hedges and trees, in this area the running river could be heard through the greenery accompanied by the distant sounds of birds and squirrels settling in for the night and crunching gravel beneath your feet. It was rather elegant. The architecture was lovely, a dimly lit fountain stood tall between rose bushes, colorful shrubs and vines climbing up old polished cobblestone walls.

The walk wasn’t long and thankfully no one was around. Dante could feel the pit in his stomach slowly beginning to gape as he led you toward a bench in front of the fountain where you got a nice view of the docks and the lake. He bent and sat on the bench then grabbed your hand, pulling you down into the spot beside him. He tapped his foot anxiously and decided there couldn’t be any more time wasted. He planned to take you to the docks for a gondola ride but it was way past their closing time, at this point Dante didn’t care where you were as long as you said yes.

“Dear? I know today was kinda… unexpected. But I've been planning this for ages, n’ I’m not letting ya’ get away,” Dante held your hand as he spoke, low and smooth while his free hand reached into the shallows of his pocket. You watched in confusion until his hand emerged from behind red leather and you saw it. A thin band with a diamond much too large in comparison to the metal that held it together. “Marry me?—I only ever wanted you, baby. I knew once I started considering marriage that you were the one!” He let out a nervous chuckle before looking over at you. For a long, intense moment, you didn’t say a word, so he got on one knee right before you and bowed his head.

You stared at the band and in an instant your heart swelled to capacity and then came the tears.

There was no way you could do this, you two can’t afford this. Where had he even gotten such a beautiful ring? How did he get the right size? You can’t afford a wedding right now, no way… Dante watched as those thoughts flooded over you. You nearly lost all your color and seemed to go stiff. You were lost in your own mind, your eyes still glued to the diamond he held pinched between two fingers. You hadn’t noticed but his hands had begun to shake. Then after a prolonged bout of silence he spoke again.

“Please baby? I’ll give ya’ everything you’ll ever need.”

“Dante we can’t do this right now!” You had to force the words out in fear that he might assume you’d reject him. You wanted nothing more than to marry him, he just needed to hear it. But in that moment all you could convey was that neither of you were financially stable enough for marriage. And that made his heart break.

“C’mon! This is ma’ mom’s ring, ‘got it polished and resized just for you. I went back to my childhood home ‘n snatched it up. Where do you think I was all afternoon? I saved up enough to get this ring restored and I even got your name engraved on the inside. I ain’t a dumby though baby, I'm also saving to gettcha’ a pretty dress for our wedding.” He was well aware that neither of you were in the best situation. Dante didn’t need a wedding, but he knew deep down that was what you wanted and he was willing to give it to you. He hadn’t spent much money resizing and touching up that ring, after all Dante is the type of guy to know a guy who knows a guy.

Nor you or Dante had a family that was willing to pay for a wedding. Friends? Sure, but no way was Dante going to ask Vergil to help pay for his wedding, and Nero was out of the question as he was also in the middle of financing his own wedding with Kyrie.

“Are you sure?…” You replied through sniffles and staggered breaths, your eyes were locked onto the ground. He looked at you and just smiled, nodding his head gently until you finally looked back at him. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

The night didn’t quite end there. Sure, his spectacular romantic plans to take you out on a gondola ride were foiled, dinner was much pricier than expected, and you still had a long walk back home… But, Dante felt like everything still went as expected. You said yes, that’s all he wanted. On the other hand you didn’t care one bit, you probably still would’ve said yes even if he proposed at home over pizza and scotch. You loved each other dearly and it almost felt like you only had each other to begin with. Yes you both had friends in common, but if things went to shit—Dante would always be there to help.

On the walk back home he held your hand as you wobbled in your heels, not because you were still feeling the effects of the wine, but because It was simply uncomfortable, walking around all night in shoes made only to look pretty. Halfway to Devil May Cry, Dante had literally swept you off your feet. Unable to see you withstand the pain in your feet, he carried you all the way back home. Bridal style, ironically.

While hanging from his neck like a koala, he just couldn’t quit looking at you. It was like he was in a kind of trance. He was really feeling the possessive urge to keep you glued to his side. On the other hand, being so close really allowed you to pick up on each detail. He had gotten his beard trimmed and a fresh haircut. Dante looked so good you couldn’t quit inspecting his face. Once you finally got to the shop, Dante couldn’t wait to get you back in bed.

He let your feet touch the ground after minutes of being carried down the road, the moment you landed on the wood, he pushed you back up against the double doors. His mouth was on your neck in seconds. “I wanted ta’ getcha like this as soon as ya’ came down those stairs in this lil’ outfit.”

Your heart rate spiked, suddenly you were hyper aware of the way that ring hugged your finger. You felt like a possession, and you were more than happy to be only his. Dante touched you gently, his fingers tracing over the cloth covering your hips. “I dressed up all nice just for you to undress me? What a shame,” You spoke in a teasing tone, singing out your reply. Dante knew exactly what you were doing. He gave you a big mischievous smile before hiking up the cloth of the skirt slipping one hand under the bottom hem of your dress.

“If ya’ keep on teasing me, I might have to put a baby in ya’.”

“Oh—is that a threat…”

One thing led to another. You didn’t quite get to make it to the bedroom before he had you completely undressed. Every part of your outfit, dress, heels, even your jewelry was left in a lewd trail leading up to the bedroom. He opened the door and let you walk in, staying back to watch the way your hips swayed as you positioned yourself on the edge of the bed. Not quite sitting, but leaning on it.

He closed the door behind him and approached you while admiring your body, sitting there daintily. There was a smile on your face, one that screamed erotic anticipation. He stood between your thighs, and you knew just what to do, it was almost like a ritual. You undid the golden claps strapped across his chest with a little snap on each one. Once the harness across his chest was loose, you slid your hands over his shoulders and let his coat drop to the ground before finally removing the harness. His shoulders were so broad, his pecs so defined that everytime you saw him like this, you wondered if you were fucking a giant.

He unzipped the neck of the quarter zip sweater and pulled it over his head. Before he was even able to throw the sweater aside, your hands began exploring his abdomen, tracing over each muscle and looking at him with furrowed brows.

The way you touched him… you wouldn’t know by looking at him but he felt like a feral animal in containment. Having you so close yet having to hold back the urge to pounce on you… It had his cock straining against his pants after only a few minutes of kissing all while he panted like a dog. “Dante, are you oka—Hey!”

Before you could finish, Dante leaned over your body, pressing you into the sheets beneath. Seeing you in nothing but that ring, not as his girlfriend, but as his fiancé? You might’ve thought he was joking about the baby at first but this time, he was serious. “God I wanna breed ya’ so bad, baby…”

At first hearing the words ‘breed’ and ‘you’ in the same sentence surprised you, but when you saw those needy blue eyes sparkling with arousal, you felt the exact same effect. Your brows shot up in shock, but when he pressed his hand to your lower tummy you imagined exactly what he was imagining. You, bloated with life, a child of his own. The idea of it made your core throb, those words alone had sent a current of wanton desire straight to your groin. “Please? I wanna make ya’ mine… God, you’d look so pretty in a wedding dress, pregnant with my baby.”

“Stop. Stop talking!” You said over him, suddenly your head was clouded with thoughts of being impregnated, it’s almost like that ring carried some type of sick curse. Not only did you feel the need to devote yourself to him completely, but you also wanted nothing more than to start a family at that very moment even after all that bickering over finances earlier that night. It wasn’t the idea of having his child that turned you on, but the process. You even told yourself to take a moment to think this through, but the devil on your shoulder—Dante—was eagerly awaiting your approval.

Immediately, Dante stood back up, taking your hands in his while taking a step back, “Shit…I’m sorry, did I make ya’ uncomfortable?”

“No! I just… You’re starting to convince me.” You chuckled, bowing your head in embarrassment. The thought of being so full of his seed that your womb aches, being folded into a mating press and fucked until your body went limp? “You know what… I didn’t think I'd be into it, but I—I uhm…”

“You want it dontcha’? Ya’ don’t have to tell me baby, I can tell,” He shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours, kissing you urgently while running one hand up your back. “Can’t wait to fill ya’ up, wanna knock you up real nice. The ring isn’t enough, baby, everyone needs to know you’re mine.” He spoke with a voice so desperate that when he put it like that, it sounded like you were the only woman in the world who could bear his heirs and you were all in.

Dante carried you only a few inches to the corner of the bed with the intention of tossing you onto the sheets, when he did, you bounced against the bed causing your breasts to jiggle lewdly in response. His eyes locked onto your stiff nipples and he couldn’t help but swoop down to suction his lips to one of those sensitive buds. The sudden stimulation made your cunt throb uncontrollably, you hissed at the way his tongue worked around your nipple and when his other hand slid up from your back to your other tit you let out a moan and allowed your head to roll over your shoulder in ecstasy.

He knew exactly where to touch, he knew just what got you going and tonight he wouldn’t let you go a second without feeling incredible. You could feel his hand move from your breast to undo his belt and as soon as that belt buckle was loose his pants and boxers were pushed down just enough down to let his aching cock spring free. It was heavy in his hand and even heavier looking as he rested the tip of it against your abdomen. It wasn’t your first time with Dante but in this position his size looked much more intimidating when you saw exactly how deep he’d be once he got inside. Your body was at the edge of the bed, legs folded up to your chest, and your back flat against the sheets. Dante stood over you, two feet on the ground, his hands pinning your knees to your shoulders. The position was putting strain on your back and abdomen, but when you realized exactly what he was doing, it didn’t quite bother you as much.

Dante bent at the hips, taking in every detail of your body, but he just couldn’t get enough of your breasts. They sit squeezed between your thighs, your nipples perked up for him to lean in and start sucking on all over again. The effects of his tongue on your nipples were rather dramatic, your cunt pulsating and spasming with every little touch. His cock was grinding on your clit at the same time, making your head spin while your slick coated both his shaft and your folds.

“Yer’ so wet baby, look at you,” He moaned in between sucking on your nipples. The slurping sounds from his tongue flicking against your nipple filled the room, and occasionally sucking to leave marks against the gentle skin. The sound of his breathing and sucking was audible even through the pleasure induced tinnitus ringing in your ears. Dante was trying to get you so sloppy that you would be begging for him to be inside you. “You’re leaking everywhere and we haven’t even gotten started yet.”

Haven’t gotten started? You were already incredibly riled up, awaiting the penetration you so desperately needed and he says he’s just barely getting started… You let out a little sigh as his hands slid down from your knee to your ankles, spreading your legs further apart so that he could press into you with added pressure, the tip of his cock catching against your sensitive clit.

“Dante, please!” You whimper, the high pitched tone unintentional but easily excusable.

As soon as you pleaded, Dante gave you a smirk, something about that expression told you exactly what you were getting yourself into. He pulled you even closer to the edge of the bed, the moment you threw your head back you felt Dante’s tongue swipe over your engorged clit, then gently sucking on your cunt. You didn’t even bother holding back the gasp that left your lips. His tongue on your clit came as a bit of a surprise but there was no way you were going to complain when your pussy was practically melting for him. You were aching so badly that anything Dante did was welcome and it didn’t take long for him to catch onto what your body wanted, that’s when he really started to get into it, using his tongue and fingers together to tease you and catch every drop of arousal. Dante moaned against your soaked cunt, “Is this whatcha’ wanted? Or was there something else ya’ had in mind?”

He spoke in a tone so tantalizing that you didn’t even bother to respond. He’d never teased you like this before, holding what you so desperately needed over your head. You’d be able to taste yourself off of his tongue once he was done devouring every drop. It was hard to believe you could be so turned on by the mere sight—but it was happening right in front of your eyes. The flat of his tongue stroked your swollen clit over and over, devouring your pussy like he’d been starved of your taste for decades. You were so wet that a small puddle of your juices combined with his saliva had collected on the sheets underneath you.

“Please! Oh God—just fuck me, please!”

“Ah, I had a different plan in mind but I don’t mind giving you what you want,” His voice was so rough and thick with desire that you felt it vibrate through your clit as he spoke into your pussy. He leaned back to stand in between your legs, grabbing ahold of your knees and folding you back into a mating press. The tip of his cock was already soaked, leaking with pre-cum. Dante reached down and stroked himself a few times before lining himself back up right against your entrance. “Ya’ look so pretty like this, and you’ll look even prettier when I fill ya’ up, baby.”

The moment Dante started to press the tip of his cock into your pussy, your body reacted immediately by squeezing around him even before he had a chance to plunge his length inside. Your head was thrown back against the bed while your hands reached out to grab at your legs, spreading yourself open for him. Despite the size difference you’d become accustomed to, he still stretched you out like always. You even insisted on rushing, but the contrast was obvious and made your eyes roll nonetheless. Slowly and with ease, Dante slid all the way in until the anatomy of your cunt wouldn’t let him go any further.

"Fuck—you feel so good,” He groaned, “You always feel so damn good…” This wasn’t the first time you’d gone without a condom but it was the first time the goal was to get you pregnant. The thought was still so foreign to you, but being in a mating press was really what sealed the deal. He couldn’t even fit his full length inside, plus the bulge in your belly was probably the sexiest thing you’d ever experienced. “I’m so deep in ya’, baby, your body’s so perfect for me.” He mumbled before gently rocking his hips back and forth.

You moaned in response, “Mhn—more. Please, don’t stop...” His filthy words were driving you insane.

He bent down and put your legs over his shoulders, his chest now pressed up against yours. Dante leaned in for a kiss, catching every moan and whine you made while he started to move his hips. He was moving faster, so deep that you felt your cervix struggling to hold him back, clearly he felt right at home between your legs, rutting into you like his only goal was to breed. “Baby… Ah—fuck… I love you so much,” His hips collided with yours over and over again, torturing your g-spot and drawing moan after moan from your swollen lips.

“I-I love you too—please… Dante, I’m—oh shit, I'm so close,” You spoke through gritted teeth, your tone wavering as he pounded into that spot deep inside which only he could reach, your hands searched for a place to rest in a bout of overstimulation. You grabbed at the sheets, his back, his hair, you even reached to cover your mouth but Dante immediately swatted your hand away.

“No. Don’t hide ya’ voice,” He leaned down to press his forehead to yours, his face contorted into one of pure ecstasy. Your whines and moans were like music to his ears and he was determined to milk every little cry from your lungs. “Let me hear m’ girl—my wife, I love hearing ya’ say my name.” His words hit your ears in such a way that made your mind go completely blank. The only thing you could think about was how you felt and how much you loved this man, so much so that you’d be willing to care for his child for decades to come.

There was a rush, one that sent shocks from your core and sent varying shivers down your spine, your orgasm was rapidly approaching. Your eyes squeezed shut as your legs went numb, trembling uncontrollably even in his grip. Your hands frantically clawing at Dante’s back. Your moans went from low to high, silent to loud, then they trailed off into desperate pleas as your climax came in waves with each one of Dante’s thrusts, your vision going fuzzy from how hard you had squeezed your eyes shut. “Please, please,” You gasped and moaned, too overwhelmed with pleasure to know what you were even begging for.

“That’s it,” Dante groaned through bared teeth. This was the closest you’d ever been to seeing him break. He was just as vocal as you were, growling and mumbling incoherent praises. “Fuck—baby… I’m gonna breed ya’ so damn g-good…”

You could feel it, this animalistic instinct he had inside him that was just waiting to come out and devour you whole, to mark you as his. The way he thrusted into you with such aggression and purpose made it obvious that if his plan worked, there’d be no turning back, but the thought wasn’t terrifying. You wanted it as bad as he did. “Please, Dante—cum inside, g-give it to me, I want it…” You groaned out as you reached down to press a hand to your bloated stomach again, feeling how his cock bulged beneath the flesh of your lower abdomen. That very image was all he needed to push him over the edge.

“Ngh… that’s right—Ergh… Take it!” His hand moved to grab your thigh, his teeth sank into your neck where a few bruises and hickeys already were from nights prior, the marks so deep he nearly broke skin. The mix of pain and pleasure from your neck, the deep grunts in your ear and the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you sent you spiralling into another orgasm. This time a thick ring of cream formed around his cock. “I’m... I’m close.” He spoke, sweat from his forehead dripping down damp strands of hair. That very thought, him overflowing your cunt with his seed, that alone nearly made your insides clench on reflex as you moaned and cried out in delight.

Dante had never made a sound quite like the one that escaped his mouth at that moment. He was all monster now, pure instinct. His teeth dug into your skin so hard his canines finally broke skin after a few seconds of his jaw crushing against your neck. His fingers would leave behind bruised crescent shapes on your legs where his nails dug into your thighs. He moaned out expletives and curses into your shoulder, disjointed and breathy, but you heard it all and loved every word. After a few more strokes of his cock against the entrance to your womb, he spilled deep inside with a few loud grunts.

He had never made a sound quite like the one that escaped his mouth at that moment. He was all animal now, pure instinct. His teeth dug into your skin so hard his canines broke the skin. His fingers would leave behind bruised fingerprints on your thigh. He moaned out expletives and curses into your shoulder, incoherent and breathy, but you heard it all and loved it. After a few more strokes of his cock against your cervix, he spilled deep inside with a few loud grunts.

He held you closer than he ever had before as if your body was something fragile that he was afraid to break, although he definitely should’ve been just as gentle with you moments ago. Slowly he began to come down from that high, his breathing slowed and his grip relaxed, one of his hands moved to stroke your face and move your hair out of your face. “Sorry,” He panted. “I… might’ve gotten a lil’ bit carried away and.. lost control for a minute there.” He offered a strained chuckle, still trying to regain his composure. “You alright, baby?”

“I’m okay, God… You’re an animal.”

Dante smirked, “Yeah well, you bring that out of me.” He looked down at the state of you, your chest flushed red and covered in marks he made himself, your neck a bruised bloody mess, one of your legs hung over his shoulder and you looked completely out of breath. He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “Don’t act like that wasn’t whatcha’ wanted.” He murmured against your mouth.

“You’re right, I can’t deny you.” You giggled and tried to perch yourself up on your arms, your legs now dangling over the side of the bed. He took one deep breath before picking you up again and placing you on the middle of the bed before rushing off toward the bathroom to fetch a towel. That’s when you looked down at his feet, “Are you still wearing your boots?!”

For a second he looked at you, then at the ground, then back toward you.

You had been in a relationship with Vergil for a few years by now. Had it been picture perfect? Fuck no. You were both a little fucked in the head, but in your opinion, this is what added some spice in your dynamic. Well, in the ‘we understand each other (mostly) perfectly’ way, not in the ‘I beat his ass and he walks it off like a man’ way, although you think his freaky ass would be into that shit. He would feel proud of you??? Anyway, besides the point! 

Everyone was away from the shop, leaving you and Vergil all by yourselves, which meant you could execute your perfect plan. You see, you loved messing with him, giving him all the experiences he missed out on whilst being a pawn of that ugly ass flop, Mundus, as well as from the time he refused to accept his humanity. You could think of it as taking revenge on all the humans he killed by unleashing the Qliphoth by humiliating him. Kind of? He had left you all by your lonesome the entire morning, which was honestly a mistake. 

You had hidden all of his fancy shampoo away, the bottle was almost empty anyway, so he would have to use yours when he got back from hunting all those demons later in the day. Now, what he didn't know, and wouldn't think much of (you hoped) was that you had mixed into your shampoo pink hair dye. You had done a lot of research on it (aka googling it once) so you knew the dye would go away quicker than if he had dyed it the normal way. It would essentially stain his hair pink. You were giggling maniacally just imagining this half-demon, half-human, grump of a man you were in love with, coming out of the shower with bright pink hair and, my god. You could not fucking wait.

You had been buzzing with excitement the whole day while waiting for him to come back from kicking demon ass, unable to focus on anything productive, so you just opted to scroll on your phone in the end. The more you thought, the more anxious you got, because if it backfired, he would… Huh, what would he do? Blow a fuse? Grumble about power? Okay that would actually be funny. If it backfired, it would do so spectacularly, you decided. Maybe you could switch Dante's shampoo too, so they'd match?

Lost in thought as you were, about your evil plans of dismantling the sons of Sparda with pink hair dye, you didn't notice the front door opening. Vergil stepped in, shoulders immediately growing less tense at the sight of you comfortable on the couch, laughing at whatever those foolish moving pictures were called. He closed the door behind him and locked it, for no one else was expected for the day.

Oh! He was here! Okay calm down!!! “Hey Vergil! How was your day!?”

“Adequate,” he replied, voice quiet, as he approached you and placed a small kiss atop your head. Your nose scrunched up in disgust. Perfect! 

“You stink! Go shower, smelly,” you giggle, grabbing him from his collar and pecking him on the lips before letting him go. He hummed and cupped your face with the hand that wasn't holding the yamato and kissed you properly.

“Alright, I shall.”

“I’ll wait for you in bed!”

And with that, and a few more final kisses, he made his way to the bathroom, after leaving the yamato in your care. Shortly after, you heard the shower turn on. Oh my god, the excitement was back on, and he hadn't suspected anything so far, your plan was in motion!!!!

You rushed off to your shared bedroom, placed his katana in its designated spot next to his bedside table and sat in bed, back against the headboard. You hated the waiting. You drummed your fingers on your thigh, getting more and more impatient as time passed.

Finally, FINALLY, Vergil came back from the bathroom, wrapped up in only a towel, holding the shampoo bottle and looking perplexed.

“What… is the meaning of this,” he asked, glaring at the shampoo bottle and then at you, “why is my hair pink.”

You couldn't hold the laughter back anymore. His hair was, indeed, bright pink, the dye had taken well, and seeing the serious, usually stoic, son of Sparda rocking pink hair had been better than you'd imagined. 

“Why are you laughing? This isn't funny.”

His grumbling made you laugh more, doubled over and clutching at your stomach. You tried to get any words out, explain yourself, but my god, the way he kept glaring at the shampoo bottle like it was his mortal enemy was making shit ten times harder. This man had survived (and sometimes caused) untold horrors, and he had been defeated by pink dye. You managed to take a LOT of pictures of him like that, still wheezing uncontrollably. You were getting to a point where you could barely breathe properly from laughing.

“Delete those,” he gasped, setting the bottle aside and lunging for your phone, but you had already closed it and shoved it under you. “I see how it is…”

“NO VERGIL-”

But your protest was too late. He had pinned you down on the mattress and started assaulting your sides with tickles. The laughing was now borderline painful, but the sight was too fucking ridiculous.

“So this was premeditated, hm?”

“Sorry, sorry!” You exclaimed amidst the laughing fit, “please mercy!”

“No.”

The tears that had been forming in your eyes finally started to spill, and you were now cry-laughing, and he was not letting up with the tickling.

“Please!”

“You brought this upon yourself, my dear.”

You kept begging and squirming and laughing uncontrollably and he kept tickling you. Eventually, thank god, he let up, but he remained atop you.

“This was sufficient punishment.”

You kept giggling, finally catching your breath. “Oh my god, this is brilliant,” you run a hand through his hair, messing up his style, letting it fall down. He was like Rapunzel or some shit. You suppressed another laugh at the thought. 

“I do not want pink hair. How did you do that.”

“Relax, relax! It’ll wash off! I promise!”

“It better. Otherwise that fool, Dante, will mock me.”

“Dante would love this, he'd probably use it too so you guys would match,” you point out, hand still tangled in his hair, smiling like a moron.

“Kinda looks good on you, actually. Maybe you should let me tie it in pigtails?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Please babyyy,” you pout, doing your best expression of puppy eyes to aid your case. He huffs, fond of your shenanigans, despite how they always end with him in some sort of situation with pink involved. Talk about a repeat offender.

“What am I going to do with you, hm? You are a minx.”

“But I'm your minx!” You bat your lashes at him, grinning. “And, like I said! The dye will wash off! It's harmless!”

“I am never borrowing your shampoo again.”

“Uh-huh. So can I make it cute now!?”

He sighed your name tiredly and shook his head. “Fine, but no pictures.”

“Yes pictures! I won't show them to Dante!”

He grumbled and pushed off of you and onto his side of the bed “very well. If I learn you did not keep your word, however…”

“Ohhh so scaryy, what will you do, big guy? Spank me?” you wiggle your brows suggestively, making him groan once more. You got up and quickly gathered anything and everything you might need to make him cute, and went back, straddling him, getting right to work with his ‘transformation’.

Half an hour later, his hair was in tiny pigtails, pink bows adorning it, matching the pink of his hair. You had gotten him to agree to let you put some lip balm on him, cherry flavored, it was a new one you had purchased recently but hadn't gotten the chance to try it out yet, and when you leaned down to ‘taste test’ it by kissing him, he seemed to really get into it, his hands gripping your waist, nails digging in slightly, making you smile against his mouth.

“Hmm, this is definitely something I'll buy again…”

“Agreed,” he said quietly. “But do not be fooled, there will be consequences for my hair.”

“Nope!”

You snapped a lot of pictures of him like this, acting like a pretentious photographer, ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘ahh-ing’ at his various stern and grumpy expressions. You did catch him smiling fondly in one of the pictures, which was one of your favorites.

Then, because why the hell not, you put some red liquid lipstick on yourself and pressed kisses all over his face, claiming they would ‘add to the look’. He looked so fucking pretty, and his cheeks were tinged with pink when you showed him the results of your labor.

After you had your fun, you tenderly cleaned his face up, wiping him clean with some make-up wipes. By the end of that, he looked more like an affection-happy cat, rather than Vergil, the eldest (his word, not yours) son of Sparda, half-demon and formidable warrior. A cutie patootie!

“All this grumbling and you still let me do whatever i wanted,” you state smugly, cuddling up to him in bed, “you love meee,” you say, voice sing-songy.

“I tolerate you,” he replies, looking down at you from where you are, against his chest, but his face breaks out into a small smile.

“Oh yeah? Well then, I guess I went after the wrong twin?”

“NO,” he pauses after his outburst, clears his throat and adjusts the neckline of his shirt, “I meant, no. Ahem.”

“You can be so adorable sometimes, you know?”

“And you can be delusional sometimes,” he huffed indignantly. 

“Mhm, whatever you say grumpy old man,” you giggle and give his neck a few gentle bites and kisses.

“I think I will enact the consequences of your actions now, my dear,” he mutters lowly, flipping your positions quickly once more.

The Devil May Cry shop was in complete disarray. One of the couches had been shoved aside. Towels were everywhere. Nero had nearly kicked the front door off its hinges trying to carry supplies in fast enough, and Dante looked like he was two seconds away from having a full spiritual collapse.

“You said we had more time!” he stressed.

“How was I supposed to know?!” you shot back.

“I had a PLAN!”

“You don’t even plan lunch, idiot!”

“That’s DIFFERENT!” he points in your face.

"If you don't get that damn finger out of my face, I'm going to bite. it. OFF!" you snapped

Across the room, Nero looked deeply, deeply uncomfortable as he held an armful of blankets.

“I’m gonna be honest,” he said carefully, “I fight demons better than I handle… this.”

“You’re doing great,” Kyrie assured him gently.

Kyrie, unlike every other person in the room, actually looked calm. Competent, even. Which currently made her the most powerful person in the building. Meanwhile, Vergil stood near the jukebox with his arms crossed, somehow looking exactly as composed as always. Which was irritating.

“Why is he calm?” You pointed at him accusingly.

Vergil regarded you evenly. “Panicking would not improve the situation.”

Dante looked borderline offended. “Okay, well, sorry for loving my wife.”

“I did not say otherwise.”

“You implied it.” Dante argued.

“I implied you are loud.”

Another contraction hit before Dante could argue back.

“Oh okay- nope! forget him- holy shit your demon baby is trying to rip me apart!!”

Dante immediately dropped to your side again. “Hey, hey, hey- look at me.”

You grabbed his hand hard enough to threaten circulation. He let you. Actually, correction- he squeezed back immediately, thumb rubbing anxiously over your knuckles while he looked at you like he’d fight the universe itself if it would make this easier.

“You’re okay,” he said quickly.

“You don’t know that.”

“Right, sorry, bad wording. You’re... uh... strong?”

“That sounded stupid.” You gave him a look. “It sounded very stupid.”

“Okay, yeah, I heard it after I said it.”

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Dante had been unbearable for the entire pregnancy. Protective in the most irritating ways possible. You reached for something on a high shelf once and this man practically teleported across the room.

“I got it.”

“…I can reach that.”

“Yeah, but what if you fall?” he said.

“It’s a shelf, Dante.” you sighed.

“People die from shelves probably.”

you rolled your eyes. “No, they don’t.”

“You don’t know that.” he argued.

And don’t even get started on the cravings. At two in the morning, you’d muttered that strawberries sounded good. Dante had crashed through the shop door like a man on a divine mission. Three hours later, he returned dramatically covered in rain, holding up one slightly crushed carton.

“I have succeeded.” he smiled to himself.

Vergil took one look at him and said, “You appear feral.”

“I went to three stores.”

“You could have waited until morning.” Vergil said simply.

“She wanted strawberries now.” he shrugged like that explained everything. To Dante it did.

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Now, though, the reality was finally hitting him. You’d never seen him this stressed. Not against demons. Not during fights. Not even when he and Vergil nearly killed each other over stupid brother issues. But this? This had him pacing holes into the floor between contractions while Kyrie repeatedly tried to make him sit down.

“Dante,” she said patiently, “you are making her more anxious.”

“I’m not trying to!”

“You’re yelling.” Kyrie answered.

“I’m emotionally invested!”

“You’re spiraling.”

“I KNOW.” he shouted.

At one point, Kyrie asked Nero to boil water and he stared at her like she’d handed him a nuclear bomb.

“…How?”

Kyrie blinked. “…On... the stove?”

“Right. Yeah. Right.”

Vergil exhaled quietly through his nose.

“I share blood with this man,” he told himself. “Remarkable.”

“Oh, shut up.” Nero called.

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Hours later, you were exhausted and Dante looked worse.

“You look terrible,” you told him weakly.

“I’m stressed.”

“You’re stressed?!” you shouted.

“I’m emotionally supporting you!”

“You almost passed out earlier!”

“In my defense, there was a lot happening!” he huffed out.

“You fight giant monsters!”

“Yeah, but they’re not our baby!”

That shut the room up for a second. Even Vergil glanced over. Dante rubbed a hand over his face immediately after, clearly realizing how emotional he sounded.

“…Man,” he muttered quietly, “I really love this kid already.”

Your expression softened instantly. Oh, there he was. Not the cocky hunter. Not the loud idiot. Just Dante. Your Dante. Terrified and excited and trying so hard to hold himself together for you. You reached for his hand again, this time more gently.

“C’mere.”

He moved immediately.

You tugged him down enough to press your forehead against his.

“You’re doing okay,” you murmured.

Dante laughed weakly. “Pretty sure I’m not.”

“You are.” you insisted.

Another contraction interrupted before he could answer. Immediately his entire expression shifted again.

“Okay, okay- breathing right- uhhh-” he stuttered through his words.

You started laughing despite yourself. “Dante.”

“What?!”

“You’re panicking harder than me.”

“I KNOW.”

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A cry filled the shop, and everything stopped completely. Dante froze. You froze. The whole room just… paused. Kyrie carefully placed the baby into your arms and Dante stared like he couldn’t fully process what he was seeing. A small head of white hair and tiny vibrant blue irises looking right back at him.

“…Whoa,” he whispered.

You looked down, exhausted and emotional and completely overwhelmed all at once. Tiny. So tiny. Dante slowly sat beside you like sudden movements might somehow break reality.

“That’s…” He swallowed hard. “That’s our girl?”

You laughed softly. “Yeah, idiot.”

His eyes never left her, and for maybe the first time in his life Dante Sparda had absolutely nothing clever to say. He just looked wrecked by love.

Behind you, Vergil spoke quietly. “…The child has your eyes.”

Dante blinked rapidly like he’d just remembered other people existed.

“RIGHT?!” he said immediately, emotional devastation gone in a split second. “Did you see that? That’s MY kid!”

Vergil looked unimpressed. “You contributed biologically. Do not become arrogant.”

“I’m gonna teach her sword tricks.”

“You will wait until she can stand.” you said.

“She’s already strong, I can tell.”

“She is six minutes old, babe.” you stated.

“She’s got potential.”

You groaned tiredly.

Kyrie laughed softly from nearby while Nero looked like he still hadn’t emotionally recovered from the experience. "Kyrie please promise me we won't do this to ourselves."