DMC DANTE X READER SKIN OF YOUR

So did you think that he wouldnвЂ™t notice your absence in the middle of the night?. None had been a challenge. Just think of it as Dante/Gloria.HeвЂ™d tracked down all manners of demons and monsters. If anything, DMC4 provided the excuse to make Dante/Trish less creepy, by giving her the ability to change into a different woman who looks nothing like Eva. Most of them aren't even human. You can't say 'DMC character wouldn't do X because normal people wouldn't', because, duh, Dante & Company are not normal.

Vergil with demon hunter S/O. Reactions to 3yo child with S/O (Read request wrong hhh) Reactions to S/O with 3month old baby. Jackpot, sparda.Independent/Strong S/O who is soft for V. (Dante and Vergil) from the story Devil May Cry x Reader Oneshots by SakusasCumSlut (Kiyoomi's bitch) with 1,293 reads.

That changes when a man in red walks in.With a face as white as freshly fallen snow, you hesitantly turned around. You're not expecting much. You sit alone at Grue's drinking the stress of the day away. Dante (Devil May Cry) is a Sweetheart. Boys reaction to dominant S/O (NS/FW) V and S/O sending selfies/phone fun (kinda NS/FW) Boys with a trans male S/O going through dysphoria.Dante Needs a Hug (Devil May Cry) Developing Relationship.

Dmc Dante X Reader Skin Of Your

A heartbeat passed and the anger morphed into a sadistic glee.Oh, how you ran further from devil may cry. His brows furrowed for a moment, anger and betrayal flamming behind his electric blue eyes. Watch as crimson drops of blood bubbled to the surface, some drops gracing his mouth with there taste.The door was slammed shut, knocking the devil hunter from his lusty fantasies. He punctures the delicate skin of your neck. Push you to the ground, pin you down, feel you struggle under him brushing up against his manhood.

The chase made him feel alive, feral, free.His prize would be so delicious, squirming under him. Reached his thick fingers, curling then around the soft fabric of your shirt.It was too much fun Dante thought silently to himself. Breaths ragged and short escaping your mouth alongside muffled cries.If heвЂ™d only extended this muscular hand.

Blood and other unsavory things covering every inch of your physique. Another night of love had left you a filthy mess. All of them smelled the same, like the first whiff of winter.Foam crept into a fresh open wound on your shoulder, it stung worst than any rubbing alcohol ever could.ThatвЂ™s why you took this dreaded shower in the first place. The morning star, what a comical name for a creature made entirely of frost.The numerous soaps he had provided, reminded you of snowflakes tumbling down in the mists of a clam storm.

Why didnвЂ™t it sound dead and cold? Deprived of life like everything else down here?You let the question linger in the air. The first time heвЂ™d slipped his fingers into your core, tearing your hymen, blood flowing out glistening down your inner thighs.His voice, that cheerful singsong voice. He merely smirked and began to lick the wound, forked tongue dipping deader and deeper as more blood spilled out. The first time youвЂ™d slit your wrist on his broken halo. Each droplet reminded you of a specific cute. Would it wash away his touch? his kisses? his love marks, bite marks? You rubbed through the pain, more frozen drops feel onto your wounds.At this point, youвЂ™d lost track of just how many littered your body.

Had you began to know the devil so well, how dreadful.His offer sent you into a hysterical hast, arms wrapped tightly against your body, stepping back as far as you could. What a random thing to notice you, though. His vessel was breaking again, that didnвЂ™t seem to bother him like before.

His attraction to you was practically imidate. Bear in mind this post may be edited once the game is released.Warnings: Certain parts of this fanfiction may include abuse and toxic relationshipsDivus is a sadistic and cruel yandere. Director Crowly will later either have his Oneshot or will be added to this. Was he leaving hickeyвЂ™s or kisses, or warnings? His snake tongue slithered up to your cheek licking almost sweetly.Note that due to a lack of content to work with these characters might appear a little too identical to their Disney counterparts. Squeezing harder and harder, the air was thigh, seemingly vanishing from your lungs, The tips of his claw-like nails digging deeper and deeper, dying themselves crimson from your blood.Teeth, no no, fangs broke the skin of your arms.

Nor does he particularly wish to keep your physical appearance вЂњsafeвЂќ. To him, your beauty is not something that needs to be hidden, on the contrary Divus shall go to great lengths to flaunt your charm. Waves of lust coursed through him whenever he laid his stormy grey irises on you.

Other times it could be a spotted mini flared skirt accompanied with a fitted crop top. Sometimes itвЂ™ll be a skin-tight halter dress. All in shades of black and white with taints of red, silver or gold. HeвЂ™ll dress you in the most elaborate (and sometimes skimpy) outfits there are. For Divus itвЂ™s more so about keeping your beauty for himself.вЂњMy, my what a lovely little puppy you areвЂ¦вЂќMore often than not the monochrome haired man will view you as an exotic pet and heвЂ™ll strut you around as such.

In his warped mind, the scars left by these punishments only make you more beautiful.Mozus is the manipulative type, preferring to twist your thoughts and feelings instead of ever really physically hurting you. In the end, Divus might even make you thank him, depending on how creative he gets with your punishment. He isnвЂ™t above using beating you, either using a wipe or his baton. Twisting the tip as you scream out for help and mercy all while your skin sizzles. Most times heвЂ™ll chain you up and burn you with a cigarette.

At first, it was the inability to move for six hours a day. This will, of course, be hell for you. Twist and mangle them into a beneficial misrepresentation for his selfish desires.Mozus will prefer to keep you locked away somewhere secluded, most likely away from the college and all the bothersome students and nosey teachers.

HeвЂ™d scold you for being weak but would then sit next to you wiping away your fallen tears. You would sit down and cry and cry and cry until Mozus got back. If you werenвЂ™t busily panicking or failing to free yourself. At first, it was modifying, every little noise sent you into an agitated state.

HeвЂ™ll unchain you before he heads off to work. YouвЂ™d visually brighten up when heвЂ™d finally walk through that dreaded door, so happy and acquiescent for his company.After he witnesses how compliant youвЂ™ve become heвЂ™ll permit you a tiny ounce of freedom. Despite still getting scared of pretty much every bump, youвЂ™d try and compose yourself not wanting to look weak in front of him.

If even the slightest mistake is made youвЂ™re back to being chained up in the attic. They must all be done perfectly and in six hours. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. Once he sees that youвЂ™ve made no attempts to escape weвЂ™ll slowly permit you to roam throughout the house in his absence.Oh, but heвЂ™ll always leave you with a large list of chores to complete before he gets back.